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[b][u][center]How DMs Shift Reality

Part 3

For Nataraj

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Alex ‘woke up’ again – something that was starting to concern him – on the bus home. He vaguely remembered having something happen in the locker room back at university, but after he’d sat down on the bench in the showers, everything started to go blank. Hazy. Fuzzy.

He rubbed his mouth, swearing that there was some kind of salty taste on his tongue and lips, but he didn’t know what. He hadn’t eaten anything before going to the gym, and he doubted that he’d had anything while he was there or on the way to the bus. Even if he’d been a bit sleep-walky…

Alex shook his head again, groaning. There was a feeling of a big blank spot in his memory, and considering that he hadn’t had anything to do that – hell, he hadn’t been on any medication lately that would cause him to black out – he didn’t know what the hell was causing it. It was one thing when he spaced out in public, like he had at the bench, but he’d at least been at the same place when he woke up. This time, he was on the bus, and he didn’t know how he’d gotten there, either.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Alex looked out the window, glad to see that he was at least on the right bus to get home. Everything outside was familiar, and there was nothing out of place…

Mostly…

He thought…

He blinked as he watched a few tusky orcs go by on the sidewalk, swearing that there was something wrong about that, at least. After all, there were only so many species in the world, and…

And…

It was too hard to push past that point. Alex rubbed his forehead, leaning back against the bus seat. Something was going on, and it was feeling both right and wrong at the same time. He needed…answers. That was what he needed more than anything else, answers to what the hell was going on with the world, and how the hell anyone was supposed to handle them.

The bus came around to his stop, and he reached up to pull the cord. He pressed his bare feet to the bus floor, getting a sudden shock as he felt the vibration of the bus running under him. He blushed, managing to bite off his yelp, but only barely. He still blushed as he sat down again, waiting for the bus to come to a stop.

When it finally did, he kept his eyes on the ceiling as he felt his way towards the side door. He knew that it would get him some weird looks, but it was better to do that than stare at feet all the way out the door. And he knew that he’d do it, too. He’d been thinking about them on a low level ever since he’d woken up.

That, and…

Alex blushed worse as he walked out of the bus, a new image popping into his head. A thick, heavy gray cock, one that hung low and ended with a darkened head that was barely less than soaked with pre-cum. He could see it in his mind’s eye perfectly, and he knew that it had to be an elephant cock, one that belonged to someone that he knew.

Deleram.

[i]God, why the hell…[/i]

He knew that his last ‘sober’ memory had been of the elephant in the locker room, but that didn’t mean that he had to be thinking of [i]that[/i] dick non-stop as a result. He groaned, rubbing his forehead as the bus drove off behind him, shaking his head to try and get the mental image to slide away.

It didn’t work, of course, but he still tried.

Groaning under his breath, Alex took a few deep breaths. He was on his own again, he was on the sidewalk, which meant that it was only a couple of blocks to his house at most. He could just walk along, go home, and then take a cold shower.

…Cool shower. No need to torture himself.

The barefoot young man turned towards his house, but he barely had the chance to take a step before –

RIIIIP!

His eyes went wide, his cheeks burning worse than ever as he felt the rip sliding up the back of his jeans. Freezing in place, he slowly reached back over his butt, feeling the denim that had been wrapped around it. Nothing there, pocket was okay…

And then there was the giant rip that ran up from between his legs all the way up to the waistband.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

Alex blushed worse than ever, covering his cheeks as they burned with humiliation. The idea of having to walk home like this, knowing that his butt was on the verge of falling out the back of his pants, was more than he had ever bargained for. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he realized that he’d have to jog across the street at some places, possibly making the rip even worse.

[i]God, this is horrible…[/i]

He was already barefoot, feeling exposed, but this felt worse. He felt like he was slowly losing the ability to wear clothes, somehow, despite no proof for that fact in the slightest, and he wanted to just throw himself off the sidewalk, dig a hole for himself, and hide in it for the rest of his life.

Yet, at the same time, he knew that he had to get home. He had to keep walking, or someone [i]was[/i] going to find him and ask what in the fuck was going on. If he didn’t keep on the move, then he was going to be all the more suspicious.

[i]Just keep walking. Nobody’s gonna stare too long if you just keep walking…[/i]

That didn’t stop him from blushing, but it did get him moving. He put one foot in front of the other, then another, then another. He went from walking to jogging, and then from jogging to running.

He didn’t pick up speed because he was afraid, but rather because there was a sudden clapping sound as he ran. His cheeks burned all the hotter because his other pair of cheeks were big enough to be bouncing off of one another as he ran, and that only got louder as he picked up speed. Alex’s feet beat against the pavement as he struggled to outrun the clapping sounds of his own ass, his head down, his eyes half-closed from the fact that he had changed that much.

Further, further, further he ran, jumping over the sidewalk and running across the street. He had to be getting attention now, people staring out their windows at the guy that was panicking for no apparent reason, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to get back home, he had to see what the hell had happened to his ass to make this happen.

He jumped over a hedge, ducked under a passing car, and even slid along a mud slide along the sidewalk, coming to a final stop just outside of his little house. He grabbed hold of the mailbox, spun around it, and ran for the front door.

This time, he didn’t even bother to wipe his feet. Okay, yes, he did, as even he couldn’t bring himself to track mud through the house, but he did slam the door shut first!

As soon as his feet weren’t muddy, he ran for the bathroom, standing in front of the floor-length mirror, and turned to the side. What he saw made his jaw drop in amazement.

His ass was…well, huge. Not as huge as some of the different pieces of art out there, not as large as the obscenely huge bimbos that graced the internet, but far bigger than it had been. The fact that his pants had lasted until he had walked off the bus was something of a miracle, he had to admit, particularly as he stared at just how rounded they were, how much they pushed back compared to before.

[i]Holy…holy…[/i]

There were no words for what had happened to his rump, no words to describe how he felt about having a fat, feminine ass that bounced every time he so much as shifted his weight. His hands went back, groping it, half-convinced that someone had shoved something in his pants or down his underwear to make it look real when it –

No, it was completely real. It wasn’t fake. He could feel the give and the heft and the weight that the cheeks had now, and he couldn’t help but keep touching it. There was something magical about his butt, now, something that compelled him to keep fondling, rubbing, squeezing, bouncing it. He grabbed the cheeks tightly at the sides, pulling them –

RIIIIP!

His pants ripped further, and his underwear followed. His pants could not contain the mighty ass that he had been given.

[i]Mighty ass?[/i]

Alex blinked, pulled out of the moment at that thought. He shook his head several times, slowly reaching up for his waistband. He undid the button, but even with that extra bit of slack, he had to struggle to wiggle his hips out of his jeans. Even they had swelled, it seemed, giving him the hips of a hot stripper rather than a slender man.

[i]How the…what the…[/i]

The embarrassment continued as he dragged them down, letting them finally fall to his ankles as he looked at himself over his shoulder. If he had seen someone like this from behind, he would have thought that he was looking at a woman, not a man. There was so much…bounce there, so much junk in the trunk, as some neighbors might have called out. He wanted to believe that this was just a dream, but there was no chance in hell that it was.

He fondled himself once more, feeling the warmth and weight of the pale cheeks, but then he noticed something else, something that he hadn’t expected. He blinked as he ran his fingers over his backside, feeling for what the subtle shift might have been. It took him almost a minute to realize what it was.

All of his body hair on his ass and upper thighs, even along the small of his back, was gone.

Alex hissed, hoping that this was some sort of prank, and half-hoping that it wasn’t. There was something oddly humiliating about the idea of his friends and classmates stripping him while he was out of it and shaving his ass, he supposed, but more than that, what if it was something natural, something wrong with him?

Despite all that, he had to admit that there was something rather…appealing about the fact that he had no more body hair on his butt. It made him look smoother, more shiny, more…desirable, in a way, and despite the fact that it was weird, he felt oddly turned on from it.

Alex rubbed his ass a few more times before he realized what he was doing, and he forced his hands back to his sides. Ignoring the boner that had sprung up, he turned from the mirror, walking through the halls of his little home to the computer. He was going to need more pants if he was going to be making his way outside again anytime soon, and they were going to need to be –

#

The lizard pushed forward, despite the fact that there was nothing to trigger him this time. For all that he had been sitting in the back of Alex’s mind, for all that he knew that his master would prefer that this be done in a more subtle way, he knew that Alex needed something better, something to make him feel more comfortable and sexy.

Nataraj had been sitting in the back of the human’s mind for a long enough time for some of the bleed-effect to come back to him, and he had felt the shyness, the lack of comfort, the way that the human was trying to be out of the way while still trying to be good. That was nice, he supposed, but it wasn’t going to help them.

[i]You’re damn good looking,[/i] Nataraj thought, looking down at the phone for a moment and then back at the mirror. [i]Anyone would like to fuck you. Anyone! And you’re trying to stay invisible? No, no, no, I will not have that. The master deserves someone that knows how good they are, and if you aren’t going to believe it on your own, then I’m going to make you realize how amazing you actually are.[/i]

He looked back at their phone, opening Amazon. Likely, Alex was just going to order a pair of sweat pants, a few loose things that would keep them from being noticed, that would let them just settle in and not be that outstanding.

Why, that would be a scandal. The best servant of Prince Deshar, dressed in something that [i]didn’t[/i] show him off? That would be a crime against nature.

No, they needed something better, something tighter.

For a moment, Nataraj considered yoga pants, something to show off their hips and ass, to cling and show off the curves that they were getting, but that was probably going to rip right off the bat. No, they needed something better, something that played on the androgyny of the lizard.

Booty shorts was the final decision, something that was cut right to the ass, something that would show off the slight bulge that they’d still have, something that would invite the hand down to squeeze.

[i]Yeeeees, maybe a pair with rhinestones.[/i]

Nataraj blinked, then shook his head.

[i]On second thought, too gaudy even for me. Rose quartz.[/i]

The orders were placed, and he decided to get something special to go with it. Something that Alex wouldn’t be able to resist, even if he had been completely aware of what was going on. Something that would help him accept it.

For Nataraj wasn’t an asshole, nor was he someone that wanted to hurt his friend. He wanted his other half to learn how to feel good about himself, wanted him to know how special he was, how unique, how sexy he could be.

And this…this would do it.

Click. The order was placed, paid for, and the lizard was fucking exhausted. He closed his eyes.

#

And Alex opened them. He blinked as he stared at his phone, slowly pulling the screen away from his face as he realized that an order had been placed…and he hadn’t been conscious of it in the slightest.

He stared at the screen, his eyes going wider and wider the further that he pulled his phone away from him. He’d known that things were getting weird, that he was starting to black out a little bit, but this was the first time that it felt genuinely dangerous. He had been just staring at his phone, playing around with it, getting ready to order a few clothes, and now, he had either done that and forgotten about it…or he’d done something else and then blacked out and forgotten it.

Sitting down in the living room – and immediately shifting and shivering as he felt the weight in his rump – he felt a bit scared. He pulled his legs up off the floor, hugging them to his chest, resting his head on his knees.

“What’s wrong with me?” he whispered.

There was something pushing at the back of his mind, almost like there was something that was trying to say that he wasn’t bad, that he wasn’t wrong, but it was hard for him to hold onto, hard for him to hear. Ever since these sessions started, his life had started getting weird. Nobody else seemed to notice, but that good luck couldn’t last forever, could it? Someone would start noticing that Alex was being weird, was being stupid, was being ugly, and they’d start shoving him away, and he’d start losing friends. The gaming group would collapse, Deleram would want him gone, and the rest of the party would play on without him because he was a stupid little piece of –

“Nnnngh…”

His head spiked with a jolt of pain, and he leaned his head against his knees again, the burning heat of a migraine washing through him, pulsing out in waves as he tried to grind it out by nuzzling against his legs. He whimpered to himself, slowly laying down, pulling the blanket that laid on top of the couch over his face.

His head felt like it was trying to tear itself apart, his mind feeling like it was split in two. Thinking was impossible, and he knew from experience that migraines were best slept off before they became something far worse.

As he laid his head against the arm of the chair, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and then tried to fall asleep.

#

[i]The dream world welcomed him, thick with purple clouds. Alex sat back against one, feeling the coolness of the cloud against his cheek and savoring the feeling. It was better than the pain that he had just escaped.

Better than the…

He blinked, realizing that he remembered the world. He remembered things going on out there, things that he was trying to forget.

And this time, he remembered what he had done.

His cheeks burned as he turned and saw himself like an imprint on the cloud, saw his face pressed tight to Deleram’s gray crotch in the locker room. He could see himself bobbing up and down along the thick shaft, taking it deep in his throat, swallowing hard around it and making it feel good. He could see himself leaning forward, hands on his ass, watching as it grew.

God, it grew. He had never had a flat ass, exactly, but he had never been blessed with something that big. Alex stared, his mouth slowly falling open about as far as it had been stretched by the elephant cock as he watched his rump spreading, growing, widening, fattening. The cheeks pushed out but stayed taut, the flesh and muscle and fat beneath making sure that they didn’t sag.

The human watched himself, unable to take his eyes off of the public display of giving a blowjob, unable to look away as he…as he…

As he was given a kiss from behind, his hole pecked gently, his cock fondled, his feet stroked. Everywhere that the other hands touched, he saw them turn green, and then smooth. Some places turned yellow rather than the emerald brilliance of different parts of his body, but everywhere was slowly turning scaly.

[b]How…[/b]

He recognized the coloration, recognized the pattern. That was Nataraj. He was turning…turning into Nataraj?

Alex whipped his head away from the purple cloud, refusing to watch more of the movie, but the more that he looked around, the more that he saw. The different clouds were showing various different scenes, from the first time that the dancing toes of the elephant pulled him forward and sunk him against those soft, plush, sweaty soles, to the times when he had been guided down to serve as a footrest while they played D&D.

And it wasn’t just him. Others were being transformed, as well. He saw a ‘memory’ video of being at the D&D table, watching as John was transformed, the human becoming a more slutty rat, big-bottomed and wide-balled, with a dick that twitched and dripped every time that he came near his dragon master in the game. Others were similarly treated, but he knew that there was no way that they remembered it.

And then…

Then he saw him.

Through the clouds, the pink elephants came, each one tall, barefoot, and naked as the day they were born. Their trunks were thrown over their shoulders like scarves and stoles, and their cocks were stiff and hard, pointing their way as they walked forward. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he watched them on parade, the pink elephants showing off everything that they had from their cocks to their balls, big as cantalopes, and down to their feet.

Oh, their feet…their soft, smooth feet, warm and giving as they stepped on the clouds, denting as if the heavens themselves massages those wide soles. Alex blushed, but even here he could not deny himself, his hole clenching, his toes curling, his cock throbbing.

Why…why…why…

The answer did not come to him, but the elephants did. They came to him and pointed down, and like an obedient slave, he fell to his knees. One by one, they offered their feet to him, and one by one, he licked them.

Some held out feet that burned with the warmth of sweat and musk, whose odor struck his nose and nearly struck him dumb. Others were clean, soft and warm, with only a hint of scent. Most were in-between, but each of them were powerful, each of them carrying some hint of magic behind them.

And the more Alex licked, the better he felt, slipping further and further down into the dream state…[/i]

#

Morning came, and with it came the end of the migraine. He groaned, pushing at the blanket on his face before he remembered that he’d covered himself up for the darkness, and he groaned again as he struggled to sit up. He felt…he felt that something was off, something was different, and he tried to pull his leg back –

RIIIP!

Alex froze in mid-pull, his eyes wide as he slowly pulled the blanket down from his eyes. That sound had come…but that…no, no way that had happened.

The blanket slipped away, and he could see what it was. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened, and his toes unfortunately curled again, the claws that now dotted them sinking into the couch cushions.

“Ah…ah!”

He grabbed his toes, unclenching his claws one by one before pulling his foot free. His eyes were glued to the darkening digits, his feet slowly turning green from the toes down, and the green was spreading fast along the tops and sides of his feet.

[i]What is this? What the fuck is this?![/i]

It was impossible, yet there was no way for it to be anything else. Alex ran his fingers along his toes, feeling the soft bumps amidst the smooth scales, and somehow he knew that this was natural, that this was real. This was not a dream, and no pink elephant was responsible for this.

He shook his head in awe, unable to look away from his slow-changing foot. He watched as his toes became longer, more dexterous, and more than that, they were much more sensitive.

Alex groaned as he felt them rubbing against each other, feeling each little bit of contact send a shock of pleasure right to his dick. This was impossible. He should have been…he should have been scared, but this was turning him on like nothing else in his life. This was a real transformation, and it was happening to him.

He gripped his foot at the midpoint, his thumbs digging into his arches as he felt the scales slowly running down. The underside was a bit more yellow than the tops, and he stared as he leaned in, closer, closer, closer still, believing that he’d wake up and this wouldn’t be happening if he so much as looked away. Yet, it felt real, the smooth scales replacing skin under his fingers. He could feel the way that his soles were stronger, now, armored against the way that he treated them as he walked barefoot up and down the sidewalks. It would no longer be uncomfortable, just…nice.

He leaned in a bit further, his nostrils flaring, and he gasped at the smell that came from his feet. Not the soft warmth of a human sole, but rather, something more…more like…

[i]Deleram.[/i]

His cheeks burned at that, but his cock jumped up, and it jumped up hard. It throbbed at the name alone, begging for more, begging for him to think of the great elephant, begging for him to kneel before him and –

Suck his cock, part of him wanted to say, but the human pulled back from that. Much as he had fantasies, much as he had dreamed of doing it, there was no way that he could go that far. No way that he would go that far.

Yet, some part of him wanted to, and he imagined sucking that shaft down without a hint of shame, even while the rest of him throbbed in embarrassment.

As his scales ran along the bottom of his foot to the heel, the smell of the elephant only got stronger. He remembered it from his dream, and it was an exact match. How his dream knew what Deleram smelled like, he didn’t know, but it was present there, present right along his sole.

[i]God…this…this is…[/i]

He didn’t know what it was. The only word that he had for it was overwhelming, and that was because this was impossible. He should have been scared, should have been embarrassed, angry, or something that would be a sane reaction. Instead, he felt like he was being pulled down the road to something else, something happier, something that accepted himself better.

[i]How…[/i]

He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to know. At least, not for right now.

The transformation finished, his feet having grown several inches longer and about half an inch wider. He laid his heels on the arm of the couch, staring at the tops of his new scaly feet, and Alex shook his head. Even if he could still wear footwear, there weren’t any shoes in the house that would be able to fit these. How he was supposed to go outside now, he didn’t know. He just –

Ding dong.

He blinked. Who was –

Ding dong.

“No way that the delivery’s here already…”

Ding dong.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

Getting to his feet, he walked around the side of the couch and made his way to the front door. His new feet were…different, and it took a few practice steps to avoid hooking his new claws into the carpet every time that he took a step. Alex stumbled more than once, but he managed to get down the hallway to the front door with relatively minor missteps.

He pulled it open, keeping his nude lower half out of the way. There was a delivery man, a dingo, who offered him a package and a signing machine.

“Alex, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Package.”

“Yeah, I can –”

“And I need you to sign, sir.”

“…Can you hand it to me?”

“Sorry, sir. Last guy tried to steal it from me. Can you step outside?”

“Not…really.”

“I can come back tomorrow –”

“I really need these today.”

“Then come on.”

“…”

[i]This isn’t fair. I should have bought a bathrobe. Why the hell don’t I have a bathrobe? I’m buying a bathrobe.[/i]

But for now, he had to get this. Blushing worse than ever, and hoping that the delivery driver wasn’t going to blame him for this or make him pay for the therapy, he walked around the door.

Alex waited for the gasp, for the beratement, but there was nothing. Instead, the dingo just gave him a look, almost as if he was making a big deal about nothing, and then offered the signing pad.

[i]What? What?[/i]

He looked down at the pad, signing it slowly, and then the package was pushed right into his arms.

“Have a good day, sir,” the dingo said, tapping his cap.

“What?!”

“What?”

“Do you get a lot of naked customers or something?”

“Way I see it, it’s your house, your choice. But hey, you’re looking good, sir; you could do with being naked a bit more. Just saying.”

If there was a way for Alex to blush more than he already was, he wasn’t sure what it would be. He slammed the door shut and ran back to his living room, slamming the curtains shut and making sure that the room was bathed in darkness. He turned on a light, thought better of it, and got a flashlight. If someone ended up being able to peer through the curtains, he wasn’t going to make it easy for them to see him.

He pulled the coffee table back towards the couch, using a box cutter to get the delivery package open. He expected to see sweats, but –

“What?”

He picked up the booty shorts at the top of the package, his jaw dropping open as he imagined how they would be hugging his new butt. However, that wasn’t the worst of it. Alex tossed them away, his voice rising an octave as he saw the next thing.

“What?!”

This time, it was a crop top, something that would be more like a hug around the middle, and worse, it was made of fishnet cloth, something that would show off his skin in a way that nothing that he had worn had ever done before. His mouth worked soundlessly as he tried to come up with something to say to that, but then –

Flicker. The light from the flashlight glinted off of something else. Alex looked down, and the crop top fell from his fingers, his voice dropping at least three octaves.

“…What?”

He slowly pulled up the last thing in the box. They were a pair of anklets, each one with a chain that ran down to a toe-ring that was meant to be worn over the big toe. They were a dancer’s anklets, something that [i]he[/i] would never have ordered, but there they were. They were made of gold, with the chain made of silver, and he swore that there was something written on the bands of the rings, too fine for him to be able to make out in the low light.

“What…is…this?”

There was no way that he could wear those…could he?

A simple glance at the ring for the big toe told him that it never would have fit on his human feet, but now that he had lizard feet, he felt that it just might fit. They were narrower, more slender, and he imagined that it just might –

[i]Oh god, I can’t believe I’m even considering it…[/i]

Yet, he had been barefoot for the last few days, and nobody had said a word. And he had just opened the front door naked, and the delivery man hadn’t said anything besides a compliment. A compliment; he barely knew what those were, these days…

He looked at the toe ring, anklet, and chain again, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he almost wanted to put them on, almost wanted to walk out the door and flaunt them. He…he wanted to be…he wanted to be what Deleram said that he was. He wanted to be special.

Maybe with these, he could be.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]