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[b][u][center]A Pendant Penchant for Pleasure

Part 3

for John_Doe12346

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Frankie was on the watch for any and all transformations as the weeks went by and the final quarter of their time in college started winding down. Exams came and went, but they were barely sufficient to hold his attention for the testing period, and once that was done, he didn't care about them in the slightest. All that mattered was his body and the impending magic that was slowly drawing someone to him.

And it was, he knew. That tugging feeling was getting stronger by the day, and while it did vary depending on where he was and what he was doing, there was always something going on, always something pulling at his chest and core. It tugged in different directions, too, making him wonder if that was his fated boyfriend getting closer, feeling where he was at different times of day.

At times, Frankie was tempted to search his other half out, to leave college and go on a trip to find where the tugging took him. Every time that he came close to giving in to that urge, however, something happened - whether a plan with Kevin, or some random thing around college - that pulled him back to the moment, keeping him busy and keeping him from just running off to chase the feeling. Every time, it faded, and he would tell himself that he would go after it again another time, and every time that the next opportunity came up, so did something else that kept him on the college grounds. It was understandable, if rather infuriating at the same time.

Yet, it wasn't a bad life, not by any metric. He enjoyed his time with his roommate, and Kevin was getting friendlier and friendlier as the days wore on. Even as Frankie held himself back, Kevin started getting more and more forward with his attention, sometimes to the point of actually leaving Frankie feeling a little ill at ease. He hadn't actually found his boyfriend yet, but...

Well, would it be cheating if he went on some practice dates with Kevin, getting used to the feeling of being with someone? Would it hurt Kevin, being used for practice?

When he asked, his roommate didn't seem to think so...

#

They left the steakhouse at closing time, the pair of them groaning as they walked down the sidewalk. Neither had bothered holding back, considering that they'd had some savings stashed away, and they were both stuffed to the gills from all the food that they'd enjoyed that night.

"Ugh...I don't think I want to see another steak for a few years," Kevin muttered.

"Wimp," Frankie teased, only to groan as he took in too deep a breath. "Mmmmph..."

"Just how much beef did you wolf down?"

"Enough. Too much."

"Heh..."

"Not like you were any better. I swear, you were just shredding that stuff apart."

"I was hungry...really hungry...And I still am."

"You're kidding."

"Well..." Kevin blushed. "Maybe not for that kinda meat...but I wouldn't say no to a different kind."

It was a hard thing to hear, not because he didn't want it, but because he knew that he'd have to disappoint Kevin again. They had 'flirted' like this a few times, usually in the morning when both of them woke up hard as rock and needed some kind of relief, but they had never taken it further than that. Even when Kevin offered his mouth a few times, they had never actually taken it that far. It didn't matter that they were both out to the other, didn't matter that they could have enjoyed quite a bit with one another. What mattered was that they weren't together.

It annoyed him, too. Frankie knew that it would have been a hell of a lot of fun to indulge himself, and a hell of a lot better than his hand, but there was something that put him off. Being of an older family and culture, there were standards that he'd been raised with, and not cheating on someone - particularly with sexual stuff - had been a huge part of that. Not having sex until he was married - or at least dating - was another part of it, and that stood in his way the whole time.

Even now, when Kevin reached down and idly patted his crotch, he wanted to do something, but there was nothing that he could do to get past that barrier. He still blushed, still got hard, but reached down to stop Kevin from taking it further.

"No...no, man, sorry."

"Come on. It's not like people don't fuck on the first date."

"You know that this was just practice."

"Do you really want to go into that first time a virgin?"

"..."

"Just saying...you could practice this, too."

"Mmmph...don't tempt me, man."

"Is it temptation if I'm actually going to follow through with it?" Kevin asked.

That was the most painful part and the part that had his cock so hard. He knew for a fact that Kevin would follow through with the whole thing. Hell, there were alleys around here that would make for a great quicky spot, and he knew that he'd get all the satisfaction that he needed right then and there. He could probably just shove Kevin up against the wall and the overly-amorous man would be more than willing to get throat-fucked right then and there. With how horny he'd been of late, he'd probably say 'thank you' at the end, for that matter.

But that didn't mean that it was okay, and that didn't mean that he was going to feel good about it afterward. He swallowed hard, keeping his forward momentum, even as they passed by a couple of easy alleys that would have given him satisfaction.

"I said, no."

"But why?"

"You know why. I have...there's a boyfriend out there for me, and he's making his way here..."

And he was close, too. So much closer than he used to be. Probably within a few miles, now, and might even show up in the next few days. Frankie groaned. Why couldn't it have been Kevin, he wondered? Why couldn't this have been simple, something solved without the use of a magical amulet, something that could have been just the pair of them? Convenience would have been awesome.

He sighed, and so did his roommate. Kevin rubbed the back of his head.

"Maybe it'd be better for me to get a hotel for the night. Calm myself down a bit," his roommate said.

"...Would you mind?"

"I don't...I guess."

"You sure?"

"I mean, I'd prefer getting the chance to blow you and maybe a bit more, but I'm not going to get that, am I?"

"...."

"That's what I thought." Kevin put on a rueful smile. "But can't say that I didn't try. But...I want one thing from you before I go."

"And what's that?"

"This."

Kevin leaned in, and before Frankie could even think to slow him down or stop him, the other man was kissing him.

It was a soft, gentle thing, but nonetheless inescapable for all of that. He stared straight ahead, his eyes wide as his lips were touched, his mouth opened by the gentle questing tongue of his roommate. One little lick, then a little more, and he shivered as the kiss deepened, his mouth opening to allow that tongue inside. They tasted each other for a moment, their hands wandering, touching, squeezing at each other for that brief set of moments.

Then they pulled apart, and he gasped, feeling the slight tickle that was left over from Kevin's soul patch rubbing against his chin, from the feeling of a warm body pressed so close to him, from...from everything, for that matter, he supposed. It was just that good, and that hard to ignore that he had a boner from hell in that moment.

Kevin smiled at him, patting his cheek, and then shook his head. He was off right after, making his way down the main street towards the hotels further down from the campus. Most of the time, family members of students stayed there while visiting their studying family members, but that was not the only use that the hotels saw. Sometimes, they were used by students that wanted some action, and were willing to pay for that.

He wondered, briefly, if Kevin would feel pent-up enough about this to want to pay for company tonight. If his roommate did, he wondered if he should take it as a compliment or not.

Rubbing his face, running through the memory of being kissed, Frankie couldn't help but shiver. That was something intense, something wonderful, and...

And...

And it was doing something to him. He was tingling, shivering, heating up and chilling out by turns. It was almost like how it had felt when his cock had started growing in the showers, when he was shifting and changing without knowing why. If that was going to hit him again...

His cock was already rising in his pants, pushing against the zipper and button. Frankie turned and ran, already feeling his body doing something, tingling, throbbing, pulsing from head to toe. Whatever was going to happen next, it was going to be [i]big[/i].

#

The minute that he shut the door to his dorm, he fell to his knees. His breath came fast, not from the run - no, that had been easier than ever - but from the pulsing, throbbing feeling that rushed through him. Everything felt overheated, from his head down to his toes. He kicked off his shoes, ripped off his shirt, and was fumbling with his pants when the first bit of changes hit him, and they hit him [i]hard.[/i]

RIIIIP!

It wasn't his cock ripping through his pants, however, but his fingers. Fingers that were now tipped with the points of claws. He stared, his eyes widening as he watched the black points rising from the ends of his fingers, getting longer by the second and pushing forward until they were cruel, curved things. Never had he seen them on the ends of human fingers before, always on anthros.

Was he going to lose his humanity to that extent? That was something that he had considered, but hadn't really assumed...

[i]What kind of...what need would this fulfill?[/i]

He didn't know, but he was ready. And maybe it would be the thing that finally split him and Kevin, keeping it from breaking both their hearts.

The transformation continued to spread along his fingers, running down from the tips and covering his fingers in fur. Not heavy fur, but light dustings of it at first, like a little bit of uncomfortable heat pushing up and out through his pores. The fur was white, with hints of orange and black through it.

Tiger, he thought. Had to be a tiger.

But the further that the fur spread, the more he realized that something else was coming in. Definitely more of a hybrid state, he realized, as there was a webbing that ran between his fingers. Not so thick and obvious as a frog's or an otter's, but something that was definitely more of a webbing than any land animal would have needed. There was something aquatic in the transformation, then, something -

"Nnngh..."

The throbbing, pulsing feeling running through his body told him that he was going to be transforming a lot today, a lot, a lot. If he didn't get his clothes off, he might not be able to salvage even what little he had left.

He pushed his pants down, stepping out of the denim puddle, and worked on his underwear. His cock was already hard as a rock, pulling the waistband forward, but even as he fumbled with it, his cock was doing something else. It felt overly sensitive, almost like it was on the verge of cumming already, but if that was the case, he was sure that he should have been making more of a mess, leaving more slime all over the place. So, why was he -

"Ah!"

He almost fell to his knees as he touched his cock, feeling it throbbing harder. It was thicker, he realized, much thicker, almost twice as thick as it had been that morning when he'd been jerking off. The tip felt off, too, almost like there were two raised points, and that they were moving further and further away from each other.

The fur was running up his arms, still, and his webbed fingers curled into fists at his side as he did his best to keep himself focused, to not just jerk off as he transformed. This would probably be the only chance that he had to enjoy this, to study it, and...and...

Oh, god, it was hard to keep his mind on the moment. He looked down at himself, watching as the fur spread over his arms, hearing cracks and cricks as his body shifted. There was a feeling of something pulling at the top of his head and the bottom of his feet and spine, almost like...like something stretching out. Pop, pop, pop went his spine, and he realized almost too late that he was growing taller as well as transforming into something else. Someone else.

As his arms bulked out and his spine stretched, carrying his head higher and higher, he could feel the rest of his body bulking out, too. There was a feeling of just insane growth spreading through his muscles, demanding attention, holding him, crafting him, turning him into something bigger, stronger, more powerful than any human could ever hope to be. He had always been a giant of a man, but now he was becoming something more literally gigantic, with his head already passing seven feet, and moving rapidly towards eight feet in height.

The fur reached his shoulders, but only flowed forward and up along the front of his neck and torso. Along the back, he could feel something else pushing up and out through his skin. No ripping, no tearing like in the werewolf movies, but rather like his skin was melting away to allow for something underneath to come forward. He groaned, feeling like a tightness that he hadn't even been aware of was easing, slowly coming apart, allowing him to be himself.

"Ah...nnngh...mmmmph..."

He groaned over and over again, feeling the transformation take away his ability to speak, feeling his sensations getting too strong to think through. He could only live in the moment, then, indulging himself, indulging everything that was happening to him and losing himself to the need, the utter need that the transformation brought.

His cock throbbed between his legs, spitting pre-cum across the dividing line of the dorm room. The thought of cleaning was far away. The thought of marking what was his was there. Spitting pre-cum. Spitting scent. Spitting musk. He groaned, one hand shaking as it tried to go to his cock, his little remaining sanity reaching down and grabbing his wrist to pull it back, holding it away from his shaft.

Shaft. The dip between the two points at the head of the cock was wider. Was his shaft splitting in two? Was...was that...

"NNNGH!"

Frankie moaned as he felt the divide suddenly spread wider, his cock slowly rolling apart with two tips, two long rods that were painlessly dividing right down the middle. Two massive, huge shafts that were -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

His attention wandered from his cocks to his face, feeling his jaw cracking, his nose and lips pulling forward little by little, some pressure from inside matched by something like an invisible hook pulling his nose forward. It felt like his face was being warped, stretched, tugged. A boxy muzzle slowly emerged, rapidly coating itself in fur - black and white and orange, more tiger colors - and the long, saber-like fangs that pushed out past his lips all but confirmed what was happening to him, and what he was becoming.

As he gasped for breath, trying only to keep himself conscious enough to see what was happening to him, Frankie forced himself towards the mirror at the far end of the room. He made himself look at himself, and a tiger stared back.

Yet, not just a tiger. As his head continued the process of warping into some sort of feral feline shape, there was something else growing out of the back of his neck, a long shark fin that would not have been out of place in a Jaws movie, something that would have cut water and more all too easily. For once, he was distracted enough from his cocks to reach back with his hands, and he touched it, confirming that it was real. He turned, leaning a bit to the side, and saw red scales. Not reptilian scales, but shark scales, running down his spine and along his back.

As he looked at his front again, though, he saw that the changes were as odd as they were powerful. Black and white stripes ran down his chest, and as the fur spread, so did something else. A pair of breasts started to rise from beneath the fur, becoming more and more obvious as the seconds passed, and beneath them, a second pair began to come in. The sudden appearance of something so feminine nearly made him pass out, but he managed to keep himself upright, conscious.

The more that they grew, the more that he realized that he was...he was enjoying this, falling into a lustful sort of semi-trance. Maybe that was what was allowing him to stay conscious through the massive amount of stimulation that the transformation was forcing him through. Maybe that was what -

"Nnngh!"

The growth sped up. He had to be over eight feet tall now, over eight and a half feet, rocketing upwards still. The sheer size that his new body had would be difficult to adjust to, but there was something new deep down inside. There was something...something that liked this power, this capability. As strong as his human self had been, this was something that could take anything thrown at it, and then keep on coming. He could use this to protect people, protect those that he cared about, ensure that there would never be someone else abandoned out of fear or out of weakness.

This would let him be better than his family had ever been for him...far better.

He groaned, feeling his spine tingling at the base, something wriggling out. He managed to roll on his knees, looking at himself in profile in the mirror. A bulge had just appeared at the base of his spine, and even as he set eyes on it, the skin melted, allowing something long, finned, and scaly to push out from back there. His eyes widened as a long tail started to take form, the fin at the tip looking sharp and pointed, while the rest of it moved with a sinuous, almost serpentine grace as it pushed free.

It was powerful, too, so powerful that he could feel the muscles in the long, limber limb. It could have coiled around someone and lifted them right off their feet, allowing him to carry them with it rather than using his arms. He twisted it about, experimenting with it a few times, and was shocked as to the ease with which he could move it. Considering that he had never had a tail, he thought that it would have been harder.

The transformation wasn't finished, though. Even as his breasts kept filling in - already larger than a number of females on campus - he could feel the transformation hitting the top of his legs, running down his thighs and beefing them out further. The sheer amount of muscle that the transformation was putting on him was insane, but he reminded himself that the sheer height meant that he'd need that much muscle to keep moving. The bigger frame needed that much more support -

"Nnngh..."

But there was something just so amazing about the feeling of being so big, so hot, so...so powerful that he stopped thinking about the practicalities again, just enjoying what was happening to him.

As his legs swelled and lengthened to become proportional to his longer, taller upper body, he seemed to reach his final height of eight-foot-eight, tall enough to tower over any human, and more than tall enough to dominate any room. Frankie managed to roll himself back a little bit, extending his legs for some attempt at comfort, and then -

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

The tiger-faced hybrid looked down at his feet as they started their own transformation, lengthening, widening from the pressure of the transformation. The amulet was hot against his chest as he felt it spreading its magic through him, the tips of his toes gaining little claws. Not so long as the ones on his fingers, but they didn't have to be. They were there for different reasons, to rip with kicks, to tear with impact, not to curl and trap things where they stood. He groaned at the tickling, tingling feeling of the webbing spreading between the digits, taking up new space, giving him something different down there. Something rather sensitive, too, considering that he could feel it better than he expected.

As his feet grew longer, he realized that he could feel more through them, too. The ambient temperature of the air was a little more chilled than he expected, and just grinding his heels through the carpet felt...oddly good. Even erotic, for some reason. How sensitive were his soles?

[i]Would my new boyfriend...will he like feet?[/i] he wondered.

Yet, even as he watched, even as he stared at the stretching soles he was getting, at the wet undersides that implied that he'd be rather...damp...down there rather often, he could feel something else. Something that felt almost like something burrowing between his legs.

As his cock - no, cocks, as he finally had two - stopped pulling apart, he reached under them. His balls were churning like mad, of course, but there was something else going on. Something...something spread, dividing, multiplying down there. He rubbed his balls, and he realized that they were well past swollen. They were splitting, doubling just as his cocks had done, weighing down his sac that much more with more testicles. He groaned under his breath, curling his new toes and moaning just from the feeling of those digits rubbing against each other.

But here was more. One more thing, one more strange, slippery thing just behind his sac. He almost missed it until one of his stroking, teasing touches down there found something open, wet, and warm, and it wasn't his asshole.

[i]What...how...[/i]

There was a slit there, an open, warm slit that told him that he had gained something that was not at all what he had expected. A gay man, with a pussy? That was something that seemed almost laughable.

But at the same time...

At the same time, he did wonder how much pleasure that could bring someone...and if his boyfriend happened to be bi, like Kevin...

[i]Like Kevin...[/i]

He looked down at the amulet. Was...was that really...

[i]Am I that blind?[/i]

Even as his cocks continued a transformation of their own, gaining a throbbing bulge at one end and barbs around the tips, even as they dripped like mad and throbbed with eager anticipation of an orgasm, he was getting more clear-headed. The transformation seemed to be tapering off as his pussy was dug in under his balls, as he was finally settled in his new size. There was no more of the fog to keep him too horny to think clearly. Instead, there was a cold realization that he might have been making a serious mistake.

If he hadn't been willing to talk to Kevin, if he hadn't been willing to bridge that gap, then maybe that was the same for his roommate. Maybe the pendant had been needed to change them both, to make them both ready for a real relationship. Maybe...

Maybe the stuff that happened to Kevin wasn't splash damage from what the pendant had done to him. Maybe it had just been part of the process.

Grunting with effort, the hybrid crawled to his pants. His bigger fingers struggled for a moment with the pockets, but eventually fished out his phone. He still fumbled with that. He'd always had big hands, but now, they were positively enormous, and made dialing more than a little difficult.

Eventually, he managed it, and he held the phone to the side of his head, hissing as he waited.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring -

Click.

"[i]Mmmph...hey?[/i]"

It was Kevin...and yet, at the same time, not Kevin. There was almost a chirp-like sound to his voice, not quite the same as what Frankie was used to hearing, yet undeniably him at the same time. He hesitated for a moment, wondering what his own voice would sound like. But...well, he'd made the call. Might as well find out.

"Hey."

Deep, a trifle gravelly, with an underlying roar like the swell of a wave. Oh, that was not a bad sound at all. Kinda sexy, as a matter of fact.

"[i]Frankie?[/i]"

"Yep. Kevin?"

"[i]You have to ask?[/i]"

"You did."

"[i]Touché.[/i]" Kevin chuckled. "[i]So, uh...did something...interesting...just happen to you?[/i]"

"Maybe. Did it happen to you?"

"[i]Kinda...[/i]"

"Kinda?"

"[i]Well, let's just say that I'm not sure if I can still leave the hotel modestly at the moment.[/i]"

That meant that, at the very least, there was another growth over there...and perhaps a great deal more, considering what had happened to him. Despite everything, his excitement was running high. He wanted to know what had happened, and if it had been so much as he imagined...well, that might mean that his fantasies were no longer just idle wishes. They were really coming true.

That said...

Looking at himself, he knew that the best he could do would be throwing on a bathrobe. There was no way that he could fit in any of his pants, not even by wearing them as shorts. They were just not wide enough for his hips, not after the new thickness of his thighs, ass, and everything else. And considering that he had a pair of cocks that were, at a conservative estimate, slightly over a foot in length and jet-black in color, that meant that he would have a hell of a hard time hiding anything if he left the dorm in the bathrobe and got turned on. Considering the sheer amount of adrenaline flooding through his system at the moment, he'd be amazed if he could keep himself soft and concealed for even half of the trip to the hotel.

[i]Might be kinda sexy to show off, though...[/i]

It wasn't fear, though, that canceled out his thoughts on the matter. No, it was more a matter of practicality. No point in starting trouble that he didn't have to. A tiger, a shark, a hybrid of both could handle trouble without too much difficulty, but there was no point in looking for it. Both of those creatures had an inherently lazy tilt to their personalities, and neither wanted to borrow trouble that they didn't need to. It would be better for Kevin to come to him.

Particularly if they were going to be...

Yes...

Yes...

"[i]Can you come here?[/i]" Kevin asked.

"...I think you should come to me."

"[i]Um...that might not be so easy.[/i]"

"Nothing we've been doing is easy...but that's not the point. I'm telling you what to do, and I'm telling you to come here."

He could almost hear the shiver that went through the other man at that. Oh, that was what he wanted, was it? Someone that could tell him what to do? Well, that could certainly be arranged, all things considered. That could be arranged with a great deal of ease.

"Get here as soon as you can," Frankie said.

"[i]I might need a few minutes to improvise something.[/i]"

"I'm sure you might. But if you can't...then I think that you can get here naked."

"[i]You want me streaking through town?![/i]"

"You're the one that wanted to have some fun. And if I'm guessing right, nobody would know it's you at the moment."

"[i]...Touché, again. Damn, you're getting good at this.[/i]"

"I'm actually trying this time."

"[i]...Well, keep trying. It's fucking sexy.[/i]"

"So, you'll be here?"

"[i]Leaving right now. Goddamn...whatever happened to you, I think it's only made you better. See you soon.[/i]"

Click.

It took a second to really register that he had just ordered his roommate to make his way across town in the buff, and another second to realize that not only had Kevin agreed, but he had agreed with gusto, enjoying the idea of being pushed around. He shivered, sitting down on the edge of his bed -

Crunch.

Thump.

And almost immediately fell off it again as it collapsed to the ground. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised at that. The bed wasn't made for larger people, and certainly not for eight-foot-eight monster hybrids. Getting to his feet and groaning at that, too - the carpet felt surprisingly good on his more sensitive feet - he glanced around the dorm. He doubted that it would work for them in the future, and he had other doubts about how the campus would react, too. They had, after all, been changed by magic. He, at least, had been completely changed, and he wouldn't be surprised if the same had happened to Kevin. That meant that there would be questions if they kept going by their old names, and he could just see there being an investigation.

Would that bother Mr. Han?

Would that cause the transformation to revert, if people started looking at it too hard?

What would happen next?

It didn't matter too much at the moment, but he knew that he'd have to figure something out before the week was out. They had a couple of days in which they could basically disappear for a while, keeping everyone else from paying attention to them, but once they stopped turning up for classes and two strangers started turning up for them...well, that would cause some issues, and they'd need a plan.

He would come up with one. He felt confident enough to do that, but for tonight...tonight, he wanted to enjoy himself. He wanted to enjoy Kevin.

He wanted to see if he was right about what had happened, and actually embrace his future for a change.

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

Summary: Frankie's changes massively accelerate, and he becomes something most different.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Groping, Kissing, Romance, Date, Transformation, Human, Shark, Tiger, Hybrid, Claws, Double Dicks, Tail, Feet, Foot Growth, Horny, Series,