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With the changes going on in his body, Trevor had thought that it might be hard to get to sleep and stay asleep. That didn’t turn out to be true - he’d conked out almost as soon as he’d laid down, and he hadn’t woken up until his alarm buzzed the next morning. That didn’t mean it wasn’t at least somewhat eventful, though…his dreams had been chaotic, full of images of exotic animals, including a fair few that seemed less ‘animal’ in stature, and there had been a decidedly erotic bent for much of it. Even though he couldn’t remember too many details beyond that when he woke up, that much he was certain of.

Evidence supporting the erotic part was all over him, though. His cock was out of its sheath (he was still having a bit of a time adjusting to the reality that he had to say that), and tacky seed was all over his chest and stomach. A chest and stomach that were a lot more exposed than when he went to bed…everything he’d worn to bed, in fact, was torn all the way apart, his shirt tattered and his boxers torn down the middle and somewhat in the legs. He’d definitely grown overnight, and not by a tiny bit...at least they had been fairly old and ratty garments, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to try to dress up again when he was back in bed tonight.

Pretty much all Trevor could do at this point was force himself up, stumble to the shower, and try to clean himself off. But that throbbing cock was not about to be ignored…even as he stood under the hot stream of water to try to scrub off that dried jizz, he could feel that equine tool drooling and tensing, urging him to try to get off yet again. It didn’t take long before Trevor stopped ignoring it, grabbing it and starting to pump…it took both hands again, and it felt like an even taller task for them than yesterday. How much bigger was he going to get down there?

Trevor ended up leaning back against the wall, jerking himself intensely, trying to get his body to cooperate and calm down by riling it up to the limit. Just the touches weren’t quite getting him there, even as sensitive as he felt…a thought flashed to his mind, the image of a human he’d passed by yesterday on his run, no one he knew or had thought anything of, but now in his mind, the human was on the ground, shorts down around his ankles, rear presented for him. He imagined bending down, taking hold of that mystery human, getting a tight hold of him, rubbing his cock against that eager ass before shoving in, slamming home with all his might-

A cry escaped Trevor as he suddenly came, and hard, the jets of seed splattering against the glass of the shower stall. He just kept going, working himself as hard as he could to get every drop out of his overproductive balls, making a right mess of the shower with that seemingly relentless ejaculation…it felt like every time he came he was shooting more. How long was THAT going to keep happening? How much more productive could he even get?

The answers to those questions were not coming to him in post-nut clarity. At least relief was…he felt that potent lust abate, and his cock soften. A good quick extra wash before he pulled it back into his sheath, and he was able to get back to actually cleaning himself…and the shower glass, though that was a bit more haphazard, he was pretty sure the quick splash and wipe was leaving remnants of spunk all over, but he wasn’t interested in a full cleaning, he had other things to do that morning…like feed his rumbling stomach.

Finally done with the shower, he got dressed…and quickly realized he was having a problem. The clothes he’d set out to wear that day felt uncomfortably tight. Considering what had happened to his bedclothes, that probably wasn’t a surprise…but the oversized clothes he’d bought to try to accommodate him were still TOO loose, he hadn’t gotten big enough to properly fit those yet. That was leaving him kind of in between - the tight ones risked falling apart catastrophically if he grew enough during the day, but the loose ones risked falling off of him while he was outside. After a few minutes of indecision, Trevor decided the best course of action was wearing the tight ones and bringing the loose ones with him - at the very least, he could cover the possibility of outgrowing better than he could not growing enough. It still wasn’t particularly comfortable wearing clothes that definitely felt too tight, but he figured he could deal for a little bit.

Then it was down to the kitchen to fix himself up some breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast with bacon, something that he hoped would be nice and filling while also being fairly simple to prepare. The sounds and scents of the various bits cooking was a delight to him, reminding him of rare mornings when his mother would cook breakfast for the family…he wanted to be able to do that here and there, rather than relying on the various food service places on campus all the time, they were good but expensive. Having a kitchen was definitely a good thing, because it meant he could get some variety in his breakfasts on his own dime rather than having to rely on cereal. Which wasn’t really Trevor’s thing, but his mother had insisted on a ‘healthy start to the day’ and given him a couple different healthy cereals to take with. He took a cursory look up there, not really intending to do anything with it…could he really make himself eat something as bland as bran flakes, or shredded wheat, or granola?

…Huh…that…granola actually looks kinda…appealing.

Trevor wasn’t entirely sure where that came from - he couldn’t STAND granola, never had liked it in his life, but the picture on the box was suddenly quite appetizing. The urge was impossible to ignore, even if he tried to look away, and he eventually pulled the box down and poured some out into a bowl. A bit of milk added in, and he gave it a try…and found that it wasn’t exactly that much tastier than he remembered, but there was something a bit satisfying about it that he’d never noticed before.

He almost forgot about the eggs and toast and bacon, but thankfully the pop of the toaster jarred him back to his senses. He hurried to get them away from the heat, and then opened the fridge to put away the butter - and paused, as he saw a bag of celery and a bag of carrots on the shelf. Something in his mind was locking to them, making him want them…they weren’t even really ‘breakfast’ foods, but he couldn’t help himself, he grabbed a stalk of celery and a carrot and started munching on them as he headed back to the table. Again, familiar tastes, but something alluring to them that he hadn’t ever remembered.

Are my tastes getting more ‘horsey’? I guess that would make a bit of sense…a bunch of people did say their tastes changed, even though they could still eat what they normally did. Wait, do zebras eat the same stuff as horses? I mean, they’re not exactly horses, they’re just, like, cousins or something…I mean, they’re both equines, it wouldn’t be THAT ridiculous, right? Why am I asking myself this question when I clearly don’t know the answer?

At the moment, the best thing to do was just go with the flow. Besides, at least it would make it easier to get the variety he was advised to get. And it was fulfilling, too, he couldn’t remember eating as well at breakfast as he did that morning. A good way to start the day, indeed…

———

Trevor had rather hoped that his body was going to be more calmed down today than it was the previous day. He’d already had one unproductive learning session, a second risked putting him behind…even though he had tried to go over some of the material that Coach Will had sent him, it wasn’t easy to do with all the changes he was trying to process. And he’d hoped that the equine sheath, as weird as it looked on him, would keep him from rubbing so much against sensitive spots and help control the arousal issues.

Those hopes were, rather quickly and effectively, dashed to pieces.

The problem was, even though things weren’t quite as ‘bulgy’ normally as they were the way he was normally built, the fact that his shorts were tight enough to barely fit on him meant there was a LOT more rubbing than the previous day. Part of him wondered if he should go back to put on the oversized shorts anyway, but fear of having to constantly hold them up and look like some kind of weirdo kept him from doing so. By the time he reached the practice facility, though, he was regretting his decision and proverbially kicking himself, though had he the flexibility he might have made that literal - if only to try to stem the insane arousal. His new horsecock was also making things difficult, as it was more than long enough to poke above the waistband of his shorts…it would be all too obvious if he was leaking on his shirt. The only thing he could do was duck into the bathrooms and crank one out, and hope that would resolve things.

Of course, that couldn’t be easy, either - the bathrooms were hardly private, and Trevor was just about to get off when he heard the door open, and he had to contain himself for a good couple of minutes while the visitor of course went into the stall next to his, and took his sweet time - Trevor was certain he could hear taps on a phone, and never before had such a quiet sound been the source of so much frustration. At least that was the only interruption, and he was able to hurry and jerk out another cascade of thick semen into the toilet. He wasn’t sure if it was more than earlier, and it wasn’t like he was rushing to try to measure it, but it sure felt like it could have been…where on earth was it all coming from? His balls were definitely bigger but there was more to it than just the balls, he was pretty sure…

He left the bathroom more composed and less aroused. It didn’t stay that way. Getting the mascot code of conduct rundown from Coach Will wasn’t at all something that should have met with arousal, but Trevor’s body didn’t seem to care - he could feel himself swelling, pushing out, hardening, and no amount of effort could stop it from coming on again. He didn’t want to let it disrupt him this time, but it wasn’t easy to ignore - it was like the moment it came on, his body wanted him to drop everything and work it off.

Coach Will might have noticed his discomfort, but if he did, he was trying not to let it interrupt things. “Point 5: Public events. Quarterlin has a rule that as a mascot in an event facing the public, you’re supposed to leave the mask on at ALL times. Now, obviously, considering you’re becoming the mask, you’re certainly not going to have trouble with keeping up the visual appearance. However, that’s where the modifications come in here. As part of your terms, you’ll have to avoid using your ‘real’ name at any official function. As far as anyone’s concerned out there, you ARE Zidane Zebra - Trevor Jameson might as well not exist. You’ll also have to remain in uniform at all times - no street clothes. And, given what I’ve heard about other people who’ve done this, definitely not NO clothes. This, of course, does not apply to your class or dorm life, but you’ll want to be ready to be doing a lot of events, Quarterlin likes to show Zidane off.”

“Yeah, lots of, ngh, things to get used to.” Trevor’s voice was tight as his pants were…he was almost at full mast yet again. How did a transformation make someone THIS fucking horny?

Coach Will cocked his head, scrutinizing Trevor. “You sure you’re all right, there? You don’t seem to be very engaged.”

“Sorry. I’m trying to be, I seriously am, I just…” Trevor let out a strained grunt. “They didn’t tell me this was gonna be part of the process…I just…I don’t know why I can’t…keep my, uh, undercarriage under control.”

“Have you tried ‘dealing with it’ before coming in?”

“I was in the bathroom doing just that before I was in here. Doesn’t seem to have helped.”

Coach Will shook his head. “Dang. Well, nothing much to do but let things happen as they happen. I hope this transformation business doesn’t take too long, though. I’ll send you the code of conduct and my notes on it, you go hit the showers, and try not to make too much of a mess in there.”

“Yes, sir.” Trevor almost stood up too quickly, coming narrowly close to smacking his dick into the desk. Which he didn’t want to do especially because the last thing he wanted to do was expose himself to Coach Will - even if it was accidental, that sort of thing could get a coach into serious hot water. Thankfully, he was able to escape further incident as he escaped the training room and made a beeline for the locker room, trying to keep his bulge from being too obvious to anyone. Which would have been a challenge, given how much it was sticking out, if anyone had been there to see it…Trevor was really thankful that the campus was still relatively empty compared to how it was going to be once things got into full swing, because there was no way he was getting through crowded hallways without monumental embarrassment.

But he wasn’t completely alone. As he entered the locker room, just about ready to think he was home free, he rounded the corner of the lockers and froze. Brian was there, looking like he’d just changed into street clothes. Trevor’s gasp wasn’t too loud, but in the quiet of the locker room, it was more than loud enough to get Brian’s attention, and he looked over at Trevor, eyes widening. “Oh, shit! Uh, Trevor, was it?”

“Yeah.” Well, better reception than last time, at least, though that wasn’t exactly a high bar to clear…and speaking of high, it was starting to sink in that Trevor was pretty much at eye level with Brian now. That certainly hadn’t been the case yesterday. “Sorry, I’m, uh, I’m having an, ah, issue-”

“Holy SHIT.” That issue was starting to push out of Trevor’s shorts, and Brian’s eyes were bulging almost as much as that fabric. “Did you get even BIGGER? Wait, is that…is that a legit fucking horsecock?”

“Not so loud!” Trevor hissed desperately, reddening. He dropped his shorts hurriedly to try to spare them from more leakage, exposing his cock to Brian - not like he hadn’t already seen it, or at least some version of it. “It just, like, changed yesterday evening…I guess it’s like the first thing that’s became, uh, horsey about me. Zebra-y. Whatever.”

“Jesus. It’s huge…” At least Brian wasn’t reacting with horror or disgust or something like that…though, on the other hand, Trevor found it a bit weird that he was THIS engaged with it. Was he secretly a furry or an anthroid ‘enthusiast?’ Trevor had heard about them while researching things about his potential path…naturally, it made sense that the furry fandom took a major interest in the technology, with quite a few of those who had changed permanently being among their number. But the other subset were those who weren’t into the idea of being an anthroid, but very much liked the idea of being WITH one. They called themselves enthusiasts, while detractors tended to prefer the term fetishists…to some it was a nasty idea, being into something that wasn’t truly human, that it was inherently perverted or degenerate. Those who defended it often painted the detractors as jealous, as the anthroids, by nature of the technology, tended to be superior in fitness and visual appeal - if you were changing anyway, why not make yourself as advantaged as possible? Maybe that was why some were enthusiasts…if Brian was into that, maybe that was why he was taking such an interest in Trevor’s changes. And his dick.

But he wasn’t about to ask, because some weren’t eager to admit it and Trevor didn’t want a mess on his hands - or at least not one on top of what he was going to be making in the shower in a moment. “It’s also giving me a lot of trouble. No one warned me I was gonna be this frickin’ horny…it had better not continue on even when the changes are done or I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble…”

“Yeah, I bet…” Brian didn’t seem to be listening fully. “Uh…c-can I…touch it?”

Trevor stared at him. “Touch it?”

“Yeah. I mean…sorry, I guess that sounds weird, but…it’s just…I’ve never, you know…”

It didn’t seem like something THAT exotic to Trevor - sure, it wasn’t a ‘normal’ dick, but it wasn’t like it was totally alien. But he really didn’t want to argue, not when he was still feeling hot and needy and he was having to hold his shaft up already to keep from drooling pre onto the floor. “I…s-sure, fine. But not here, I…I gotta get to the shower.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Brian stepped aside, allowing Trevor to hustle towards the shower area. Only when he was in there and confident that he was in a spot that could easily be washed down did he let go of his heavy shaft, letting it drip onto the tile as he pulled his shirt off and threw it aside. Brian was still watching him as he joined, still dressed and making no move to undress; he was clearly being mindful of the fact that he’d already cleaned up, but still the interest was getting him up nice and close. “Dude, you kinda…smell pretty strong, you know that?”

“I do? I, uh, didn’t really notice.” Trevor still didn’t quite notice, though now that he was being made aware of it, he could pick up on a stronger, muskier scent in the air…he wasn’t sure he would have thought that was his if Brian hadn’t said anything, would have probably attributed it to just stale locker room funk. He tensed up a bit as Brian reached out a hand towards his dick, not sure what to expect…except that he knew he was sensitive already, his clothes had proven that much, how much more impact was a touch going to have?

As it turned out, quite a lot. Just Brian’s fingers stroking over the top of the equine shaft made him tighten up and flex up a bit, a squirt of pre jetting onto the tile. A quick breath from Brian, something sounding oddly excited. “Whoa. Are you, like, pent up? How long has it been since you, uh…”

“N-not that long…just this morning…” He wasn’t going to last much longer already, Brian was getting more contact with his hand and that thick tool was almost tingling with the need to go off. Trevor’s breathing was picking up as he felt that touch work gently yet firmly on him…it was the first time anyone else had ever deliberately touched him like this, and it was hitting a bit harder than he expected. It really was different from his own hand, somehow more sensitive…

And then Brian wrapped his hand around as much as he could, gripped above and below and getting his palm somewhat on the side, and he started to actually properly jerk and stroke, rubbing all the way from the base to the medial ring, eyes locked raptly on the horse cock as he made his move. It took all of about five strokes before it hit, and hit HARD - Trevor let out a semi-restrained cry as he came, unloading thick spurts of jizz onto the floor in front of him. In fact, not even just the floor, a couple of the jets shot out hard enough to splatter against the wall several feet away, making loud splats as they did. And Brian kept working on his cock, helping to pump out that fresh load that had been begging to be released for an hour now, clearing it out of his system once more - but for how long was anyone’s guess.

Trevor finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding as he came down from the dizzying high. His cock was softening, and only now was Brian letting go, allowing him to flop down loosely; he resisted pulling it back into his sheath, wanting to make sure he gave himself a proper washing down there. Brian still seemed to be a bit spellbound as he looked across the long streaks of seed along the tiles. “Dude…that was…wow…”

A hint of redness crept into Trevor’s face. “Brian?”

“Eh? Oh…yeah, I, uh, I should probably let you get cleaned up.” Brian was flushing somewhat as well. “I’ll, uh…I’ll…talk to you later. Maybe…tomorrow, yeah. But, uh…th-thanks…for that.” The linebacker suddenly turned and hurried away, leaving Trevor perplexed. He wasn’t about to admonish him, weird as that all was…maybe he still had feelings he was trying to work out, Trevor wasn’t sure but he was somewhat reluctant to try to push when he himself still had things to work out. Though they were getting closer, he realized as he looked down…the skin around his hips, upper legs, and lower stomach were darkening where he could see around the patches of fur coating parts of him, including all around his groin. If one were to take a snapshot just around that area, they would have no idea he wasn’t fully changed yet…

…Are these…are these orgasms actually speeding up the transformation? That was definitely NOT in any of the reading materials… At least that seemed to suggest, perhaps, that they’d get to be less of a problem once the transformation was done. It couldn’t be that much longer now…maybe a day or two more, right? Maybe faster if he, well, helped it along a bit…if that was what his cock wanted, he knew it was going to be a challenge to say no. Shaking his head, he turned on the shower, feeling very much in need of a hot wash to unwind. What a bizarre experience this was…

———

One thing was for certain: Trevor was NOT going to try to go out that evening. In the first place, it was hard enough keeping himself decent just getting back home - the recent action seemed to have barely done a thing for his sensitivity, especially since another hit of growth, even a slight one, made those shorts feel uncomfortably tight. He had needed to rush back to avoid exposing his equine boner in the middle of the open public, and even then it had been a near thing. And given that, he had needed some time to settle down and compose himself when he got home…which had involved another masturbation session, which made it hard to get off of his mind how much BETTER it had felt when someone else had been touching him. Keeping it together was getting to be a challenging thing.

No, that evening was going to be good food, baggy clothes, and relaxation. And thankfully, there were some ways to unwind available to him in the common area of their building - including a large TV, a streaming service subscription, and some game consoles. Things that Trevor didn’t really get too many chances to experience growing up, only when he went over to friends’ houses…the primary reason he wanted to go to their place rather than bringing friends to his, where they didn’t really have much of anything to entertain. His parents would have blamed their financial situation, but they wouldn’t let Trevor buy things like that even with his own money, so Trevor knew that wasn’t the case. They always had been pretty anti-TV, the household only had one and it was pretty mid-scale, and only went on for news reports. Trevor sort of understood their likely reasoning, especially when he heard about some who couldn’t tear themselves away from it at all…but it had the consequence of Trevor having very little way of relating properly to his peers, as he couldn’t really participate in conversations about movies, shows, or games - all of which were probably about 80% of what people talked about. The chances he did get to indulge, when he was with others who had that sort of thing available, were enjoyable for sure, but Trevor had never been particularly a social butterfly and so they weren’t exactly commonplace.

No one was going to stop him here…well, no, that wasn’t true, Trevor was going to be busy with coursework and his role as Zidane Zebra, he wasn’t going to have limitless free time. But when he HAD the opportunity, he was going to take advantage. And so he sat down on the couch, grabbing a controller and looking through the games library of the console. Many options he knew very little about, it was hard to make a choice…

“Oh, wow!” Trevor nearly jumped as he heard a voice from across the room. He looked over to see a guy who looked to also be in his early 20s, with white hair and a slightly smaller frame, a pale complexion with freckles, glasses, and particularly wide eyes. “You’re…you’re in the middle of an anthroid transformation, aren’t you?”

Trevor hoped that wasn’t going to be a problem…he hadn’t realized anyone else was even there, he knew there would be other people in the apartments eventually but he’d thought they wouldn’t get there until after he’d already changed all the way. “Uh…y-yeah, I…I’m, uh…they’re making me, uh, Zidane Zebra. I…don’t think I’ve met you?”

“Gosh…that’s so cool. Ah, sorry, I’m Alex, Alex Wyman. I just got here this afternoon.” Alex stepped towards the couch, engrossed in Trevor. “They said there was gonna be ’something unusual’ about one of the others in the building, but they didn’t say it was this. Wow…”

At the very least, Alex didn’t sound disgusted…if anything it was the opposite. “I’m hoping that it’s gonna be complete soon, it’s been kind of messier than I thought it would be.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it can be kind of tricky when they’re actually making the change, whole lot of stuff goes on in the body. Wait, do you have the kind that they reverse or the kind that wears off?”

“Um…I think the kind that wears off?”

Alex nodded. “Ah, yeah, so that’s the messier kind. I guess the hormonal stabilizers sometimes don’t work as well as they should, so you get a lot of weird body reactions.”

Trevor had pretty much no idea what Alex was talking about, so he just nodded along. “You…seem to know a lot about this stuff. Most people I’ve talked to don’t even know there’s more than one method.”

“Ah…I’ve known a couple people who went through it. I read up on it a lot when they were talking about it, because I was curious. It’s super complicated, I don’t think I understood everything, but I was at least getting the less technical stuff. How’re you feeling? Does it hurt at all?”

“Nothing’s been that painful so far, I’m just…well, having some, uh, reactions. Other than the ones I expected, anyway. Uh, you mind if I play something while we chat?”

“Oh, go ahead! Sorry, I didn’t want to keep you from anything!” Alex sat down next to Trevor, still looking at him plenty, though with a glance towards the TV as well. “Ooh, they’ve got some good games on there! Try that one, I think you’ll enjoy it!”

He hadn’t been expecting recommendations, but Trevor wasn’t going to turn it down. He picked the suggested game and started getting to it, hoping that it would provide a welcome distraction from his body at least…Alex had a chance of providing that as well, maybe the double-team would keep him from having any more incidents. And at first, it seemed like it was working that way, he was getting into the game, even if it was hard as balls - it was some kind of platformer game, which had a lot of precision and reactions and a lot of ‘dying’, though it was the kind that pretty much just restarted you at the beginning of the screen. Trevor wasn’t very good at it, he was slowly making progress through some of the screens but the harder ones were taking quite a bit of time. Alex was offering advice here and there, trying to tell him some of the strategies, but the problem was more in Trevor’s execution - his unfamiliarity with gaming left him not exactly the sharpest when it came to the skill set. There was a definite bit of frustration setting in after a while…

…But that may have been as much because he was distracted as anything. Because he was starting to feeling that building pressure in his loins again. It turned out he could only distract himself so much before the lust decided to override everything…he was doing his best to keep from getting another embarrassing boner, but it was a losing battle as his shorts started to tent and a wet spot appeared at the front. His concentration was fracturing more and more as the need built, and he was trying to find an opening to excuse himself and rush to the bathroom to no doubt make another mess of himself and the floor of the shower…

“Oh!” Too late, Alex caught on, a giggle escaping him as he eyed Trevor’s tenting shorts. “I guess that’s what you meant by ‘reactions’, huh?”

“Sorry…” Trevor’s face was burning. “I swear, I’m not trying to be, uh, perverted…”

“It’s okay! This is pretty normal, everyone who goes through the change has it to some degree. It’s not usually as strong if the hormone stabilizers work, but sometimes that doesn’t happen, and you just get constantly horny until the transformation’s been done for a bit.” Alex was very much staring down at Trevor’s groin, seemingly getting a little breathless. “Gosh, that’s…I guess you’re hung like a horse now, huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that. Uh…do you mind if…”

“N-no, go ahead.” Permission granted, Trevor paused the game and pulled his shorts down a bit, letting himself go as his cock swelled to full hardness and protrusion, no longer confined by his efforts to hold back and the straining fabric. He swore he could see Alex’s eyes light up on all view of it. Jeez, is this THAT appealing? I would’ve thought people would be turned off by an actual horse-shaped dick, but so far I’m two-for-two in people practically drooling over it.

“Oh, wow…that’s…that’s really…” Alex squirmed a bit, and Trevor could see that he was responding in kind, albeit a lot less impressively. “S-sorry, I’m probably making this weird, but…w-would you be okay with me, uhm, helping you with that?”

“Y-yeah, sure.” Trevor had gone from not having any experience with anyone to having two people want to work him over in one day. At some point he was going to have to try to process that properly, but right now he was too horny to think about anything other than getting off. “Just, uh, kinda…be careful, it’s…I kinda make a LOT of mess.”

“Got it.” That didn’t sound like the response of someone deterred by the idea. And as Alex reached out and started to stroke Trevor’s shaft, that impression was borne out - he might not have looked like the boldest sort, but he was forward enough in this regard. Only one hand to start with, and it wasn’t able to get all the way around the thickness of his equine endowment…that was something that Trevor expected at this point yet it still felt a bit surreal that he was THAT big. That didn’t seem to be causing any issues getting him worked up, though, he was as sensitive as ever and the touch of another hand was doing plenty for him, making him pant a bit as he started to leak a whole lot more.

Alex wasn’t shying away from it - if anything he was leaning in more, panting slightly himself. “Ah…wow. You weren’t kidding…oh, and you’re getting so furry, too. Wow, I can’t wait to see you when you’re all the way…”

“That, uh, exciting, huh?” Trevor was doing his best to try to stay composed, but he was getting tense, his muscles clenching to try to keep himself from going off in a hurry.

“Well, yeah…not just anyone’s gonna be rooming with an anthroid. I don’t know if anyone else’s gonna be, even…” A lean in, and Alex inhaled firmly, drawing in the scent of Trevor’s musk. “Oh, wow…that’s strong. They said that anthroids have stronger, uh, scent cues than humans do, and they weren’t wrong.”

“Oh…I wondered why they were saying I’d need to shower more often.” Trevor hadn’t really noticed the scent himself, but they said it was something that his nose would get accustomed to so he probably wouldn’t pick up on it very well. The idea that he was going to be ‘stinky’ was something he hoped wouldn’t be a problem for him going forward…well, if he showered regularly, maybe it wouldn’t be.

Alex kept working him, a little more vigorously, and Trevor was starting to squirm a bit as his throbbing shaft drooled even more, making a fair bit of mess against his partially-dropped shorts. Those were going to need to be washed…and he was probably just going to soak them in the sink and hang them to dry because he’d need to wear them tomorrow, they were the biggest shorts he had and probably the only ones that would fit him tomorrow. He was also starting to worry a bit about the prospect of making a huge mess around the couch, not sure whether it would be easy to clean up or whether the scents would linger…sense told him he should be doing something to try to mitigate that, but his body wasn’t letting him dare put a stop to the handjob, not a chance, he needed that release, needed it so badly he could barely think.

And Alex seemed to be doing his best to provide. Both hands were getting involved now, at first together to wrap all the way around his shaft, squeezing and stroking up and down and getting him drooling even more. And then he shifted to rubbing two areas at once, one above the medial ring and one below, covering more area and stimulating more of that sensitive length. It was getting Trevor squirming and moaning, his fingers gripping into the couch as he tried to keep himself from erupting in short order…a battle that he was quickly losing, the need was beating out his restraint, just as it consistently had since things had started. He sure HOPED this was just a transformation quirk, it would be a pretty serious problem if he couldn’t control his erection on a regular basis…

Wrapped up in that thought and in trying to keep himself restrained, Trevor was unprepared for what Alex did next. Suddenly the human pitched forward, opening his mouth and dragging his tongue along that drooling slit at the end of Trevor’s dick. And that was it for him - he cried out as he hit his release, sending a furious gush of thick semen right out into Alex’s face. And if he hadn’t been ready for that, he was even less ready for Alex to plant his mouth on top of his cock, letting that virile batter jet out right into his mouth. That didn’t last long - it took only two or three shots for Alex to be overwhelmed, forcing him to pull back as he coughed a bit, and letting the rest of the jets fire up into the air and splash down on Trevor, Alex, the couch, and the floor, the splash zone being pretty considerable. Trevor could do nothing about that in the moment, he was too wrapped up in the feelings - not just the climax, but also the tingle through his body, particularly his chest and arms and legs where the fur hadn’t yet covered…but it was starting to, spreading rapidly up his body, or at least rapidly compared to its normal pace.

Only once the rush ebbed away did Trevor actually become aware of what had happened, and could register the spread of the fur visually. No question, the orgasms literally were accelerating the transformation…he knew they had said physical exertion would speed things up, but this was not the kind of exertion that he’d expected. On the other hand, it was kind of a good thing, wasn’t it? He didn’t want to be in this transitional phase that long, he had things to learn, to get used to…maybe it was better if he tried to speed things along, no matter what the method for doing so. At least jerking off was easier than going out for a run…though perhaps even easier if someone else was doing the work.

“Hoo…wow…” Alex looked a bit unkempt…was the understatement of the day. The human was quite thoroughly splattered with his zebra seed, his face smeared with it, his glasses splashed pretty heavily, his hair looking even whiter. “That…might have been a bit…ah…ambitious…”

“Were you…actually trying to…drink my cum?”

Red appeared on Alex’s face under the white. “I hope I didn’t, um, go too far there…I…well, I’ve kinda…really been hoping to get more…adventurous with guys at uni. The high school I was at, they weren’t exactly the kind of place that was that…open to that sort of thing. And even if they might’ve been, my parents weren’t…absolutely no sex until I was eighteen, and even then not when I was under their roof.”

Trevor could sort of understand that…his parents really couldn’t have given a damn, but Trevor wasn’t really popular in high school, and definitely wasn’t getting any of that sort of action. He had kind of been hoping for more of that as well…though, the way things were going was definitely not how he ever would have imagined that. “Uh…well…I guess…um…h-how did I taste?” That had to be an enormously lame question to ask in the aftermath, right? But he also couldn’t deny being curious…

“A-heh…well…I think maybe it’s an, uh, acquired taste. But I don’t think that’s necessarily your fault! Just maybe kind of a lot for me for the first time…” Alex let out a slight embarrassed giggle. “It wasn’t bad though. Pretty musky and salty...it’s kinda hard to describe it exactly.”

…I’m not really sure what I was expecting as an answer there, really. So Trevor decided not to follow up with that, especially because there were other things to think about. “Well, uh…yeah, okay. I guess I don’t really know what it should be like or anything…uh, but with how much got on you, and on everything else, I think I might need to do something about that…”

“Yeah, it was kind of a mess, wasn’t it? My fault more than yours, really, I wasn’t really doing much to stop it after it got to be too much. I’ll help you clean…uh, but I’m gonna need you to get me to the kitchen, because I kinda can’t see very well without my glasses and at the moment I can’t see WITH them either…”

“Ah, r-right.” Trevor kicked off his shorts and helped Alex to get cleaned up, and then the two of them went to work on taking care of the rest of the mess. Apart from what was on them, which would require a shower for each of them…at least if Trevor needed to release again he could try to do it there and constrain the mess, because the cleanup was definitely NOT the best part of things. His groin seemed to cooperate with him the rest of the evening at least, but even as he conked out on his bed that night, he was pretty sure he could feel it starting to stir again…

At this rate, the rest of the shift was going to be VERY fast.