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

Part 4

For Nataraj

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

Despite his embarrassment at having ordered such scandalous apparel in the first place, something in Alex felt almost soothed to have such revealing clothing ordered in. The chains and toe-rings, the anklets and the crop-top seemed to make that part of him happy, too, and he was rather embarrassed at just how hard he got when he looked down at the stuff in the box.

[i]I can’t believe that I’m even thinking of wearing this stuff…[/i]

Yet, did he really have that much of a choice? He had ripped through his pants when his ass grew out in public yesterday – and god, how the hell that had happened, he had no idea – and there was still nothing else in the house that he could actually wear. He either had to bite the bullet and wear the more ‘sexy’ stuff, or he would have to stay home again, making another delivery and overnighting it to make sure that he didn’t spend any more time in the house than necessary.

Considering his limited funds, he didn’t have much of a choice.

He sighed, pulling the shorts back out of the box. They were going to be tight, alright, particularly considering that he had even outgrown his underwear. He was going to have to go commando, and that meant…

Alex blushed, pushing his dick down and his balls with them, curling them back between his legs to try and keep them from getting too obvious. His ass being as big as it was would be bad enough, but he didn’t need everyone to see a dick bulge as well as his balls while he was walking around. He dragged them back, back, back after tossing the shorts to the floor, stepping into the leg holes and hoping for the best.

Holding his cock pinned with one hand against his taint, and using that in turn to keep his balls from dropping, Alex squatted down and slowly dragged the shorts up. They were tight, alright, even with the bigger size in the hips and ass, but that was all for the good. By the time that he was forced to pull his finger back from his cock, he had pinned it in place. He dragged his shorts up a bit further, having to struggle a little to get them around the curve of his ass, but eventually, they slipped into place.

Snap.

He blushed a bit as his waistband seemed to come a bit tighter around his waist, and while he had to push a bit with the button to get it to close, at least it did fit. He squirmed in place, trying not to sink his new claws through the carpet as he curled his toes, and he turned to look in the mirror.

“Oh, lord…”

His cheeks burned as he saw how much his ass stuck out, now. There’d always been those ladies on campus that had fulfilled the whole ‘bimbo’ stereotype with big tits, big lips, and big asses. Well, now, he had one of the three, and his ass stuck out like it was just trying to get big enough to get stuck in a doorway.

The sudden mental image was enough to make his cock try and throb upwards again. He whimpered, blushing, biting his tongue as he imagined himself growing even further, becoming that sort of curvy person that could get stuck in a door, his fat ass shaking and quivering every time that someone –

“Gah! Stop it, stop it…”

Alex patted his cheeks, shaking himself out of the lustful fantasy. He had things that he needed to do, and he wasn’t even dressed yet.

The crop top came next, and he stared at it. It was so different from his usual attire. Not just from the fact that it was made of fishnet material, though that was scandalous enough, but for the fact that it was going to be showing off his body in a way that he’d never done before. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he stroked his fingers down the black lines of the top, knowing that it was going to slide and tease his chest again and again while he was walking around town.

[i]God, if this could get any worse…[/i]

But it could, and would. He didn’t know how, but he knew that his luck was such that this would get worse before it got better.

Sliding himself into the top and feeling like a snake slithering into a tube as he did, he looked at himself in the mirror again. A fat ass, a top that showed him off like some sort of streetwalker on the corner, and now, with lizard feet. He looked down at them, hardly believing that he was seeing green-scaled tops to his feet, that his toes had turned into clawed digits, that they were so big that he could have probably tried waterskiing with them, if he really wanted to make a fool of himself.

That, and the fact that they were already damp despite this being the start of the day…

He felt a small twitch in his cock as he imagined going down to his feet, of sitting down and pulling one to his face. He blushed, trying to push the mental image out of his head, but it was too late. He already had it in his mind that he could just nuzzle into his own lizard soles, feel what it was like to do what he had been imagining every time he got on the bus lately.

The only thing that stopped him was the buzz, buzz of his phone on the nightstand. He shook his head, picking it up and flicking the screen open.

[i]Deleram…[/i]

It was a text message from the elephant. Alex hesitated, then opened it, seeing what was being asked.

It was a quick request for him to join the elephant at the game store, something about discussing the next session for D&D, and seeing what they all wanted to do next. The other players were going to be there, too, judging by the fact that it addressed all of them.

[i]Well…that might not be too bad…[/i]

And if there was a group, then he didn’t have to worry about feeling quite so out of place. He’d still feel like a freak, but…

Well, nobody seemed to have noticed him staring at their feet yet, or him going barefoot. And now that he thought about it, nobody had said anything or shouted after him when his pants were ripping and his ass was growing. They should have, but nobody seemed to have noticed besides a passing glance.

And then there was the postman earlier that had brought the package with all the clothes, and…and that compliment about how he looked good bottomless…

[i]God, what the hell was that even about…[/i]

Yet, he still remembered the compliment, and he still blushed as he remembered it. The feeling of being…sexy…when someone else was looking at him was something he had never really felt before. He had always thought that he was plain, at best, so having some complete stranger telling him that he looked nice…

And could do it more often…

“Gah…”

He groaned under his breath, shaking his head and blushing. God, no. He wasn’t going to go bottomless to the game store. That was too much, and someone really would notice him if he did something like that. Besides…

Besides, he wanted to be special. Not a pervert.

He reached into the box, pulling out the toe rings, anklet, and chain that connected the two. He still swore that there was something written on the bands of the first two and the links of the last, but it was too tiny for him to see. He could barely feel it when rubbing his fingers along the metal.

[i]Okay, just put them on…[/i]

That was the hard part. They were dancing girl jewelry, after all, and he was still a guy. He blushed as he sat down, holding the toe rings in hand, running the band of one along the big toe of his left foot. He could feel the coolness of the band against him, the slight restriction that came when he started bumping it against the tip of his toe.

It almost felt like a collar for his foot.

[i]Why the hell does THAT turn me on?[/i]

Alex blushed, biting the bullet and doing it fast. He rammed the golden band down along his big toe, biting off a moan as it hit the base of the digit and seemed to tighten slightly. The other one did the same, and he quickly clasped the anklets around his ankles, hoping that they wouldn’t get any tighter. They already were rather close to his skin – no, his scales – and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get them off if they got any tighter.

[i]Do you want them to come off?[/i]

That was a question he didn’t have the answer to, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted one just yet, considering what he might say out of confused lust.

[i]Game store. Off to the game store.[/i]

Alex forced himself to stand up again, blushing worse as he felt the way that just walking made him all the more aware of the anklets and the rings on his toes. They were pressing against his scales – scales, of all things! – whenever he took a step, and it made him feel like someone else was dragging him along, somehow. He blushed worse, trying not to think about the fact that he had scaly feet now, bigger feet, and hoped that the same obliviousness that had blinded everyone to his bigger ass yesterday would still be in effect regarding his feet today. If not, he was going to have a bad time.

#

Thankfully, it seemed to be the case. The bus driver didn’t even look at him as he got on the bus, and nobody looked up from their dead stare forward as he walked down the aisle to his usual seats towards the back of the bus. His cheeks burned as he felt the vibrations of the bus all the more keenly through his bare soles and scales, and he kept scratching at the metal with his new claws.

Worst of all was the vibrations through the rings. It kept tingling at him, teasing him, making it hard for him to think when they pressed against the vibrating floor. More than once, it made him squirm in his seat, trying to resist the urge to grope himself to the oddly sensual, almost ‘licking’ feeling that the vibrating rings gave him against his toes. It wasn’t that, but it was turning him on a hell of a lot more than it should have.

Alex managed to keep his head down and not stare at all the feet around him, but that was mostly because he buried his head against the seat in front of him, whimpering in lust into his arm the whole way to the game store. Hell, he was so focused on trying to drown out everything else that he almost missed his stop, and had to pull the stop cord so hard that he almost broke it.

SLAM!

The bus came to a sudden stop, and he banged his head off the seat in front of him. Muttering a quick apology, he ran to the side door and off the bus, jumping off the last step –

“Ah! Ah! Hot, hot, hot!”

His feet hit the pavement, alright, but the mid-day sun had warmed the pavement so much that it felt like he had gone from a man on a walk to a cat on a hot tin roof. He danced from foot to foot, yelping at the sudden heat bursts along his soles, almost dancing towards the shade of the nearby store.

“Ah, ah, not fair, ow, pain, ow, no, no, bad, ah, ow!”

And with one last skip and a hop, he managed to land on something that wasn’t pavement. He ended up standing on tiptoes to do it, wobbling back and forth on the welcome mat for the store, doing his best to keep from falling over right then and there.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

He swore that the heat was coming off his scaly soles in wavy cartoon lines. That was how it felt, really, to have them off the ground after being cooked with every step. Alex shook his head, making a mental note to go to a shoe store and try on every pair of sandals that they had until he found one that could fit his feet, that would actually be allowed on them. He would find something, he swore, even if he had to wrap them in aluminum foil until he did.

When he caught his balance and no longer felt like his feet were being cooked, he pushed the door open. The game shop bell jingle-jangled overhead, and the comforting sound pulled some of the stress out of him. Giving a passing nod at the clerk behind the desk, he walked around the shelves that had the public games on them, turned towards the tables in the back –

And then froze in mid-step, his mouth hanging open.

[i]I’m seeing things. I have got to be seeing things…[/i]

Sure, the world had been strange for a while, but Alex had chalked up any sort of nerves he had about it to anxiety, or something else that was wrong with him. After all, things always seemed to be off, so it was probably more something that he imagined rather than something that was wrong with the world.

But he remembered all the members of the gaming group being human. He remembered everyone being human, and Deleram being the elephant DM, and everyone might have been playing an Anthro character, but they had all been human. James, one of the other players, had never had a mane, nor had he been partially transformed into a lion, nor did he have feet that were growing black pads along the underside or tawny fur between the toes.

He gasped for breath as he watched the half-human, half-lion drag his tongue across a long, wide elephant sole, watched as the DM curled his toes and cupped a bulge that Alex could still remember rubbing across his face, plundering his ass, using him [i]hard.[/i] He could remember it all too well, even though he hadn’t been truly ‘present’ for the fucking.

“How…what…”

Deleram looked up, and as their eyes met, the elephant smiled. James was pushed out of the way, almost too roughly, and the elephant crossed the store to meet him. Alex was still shivering like a leaf when the elephant wrapped him in a one-armed hug, guiding him forward.

“Alex, Alex. It’s been too long. Welcome back.”

“What…you…”

He pointed at James, and Deleram shook his head.

“Don’t worry. All will be explained, my friend.”

“But…but that’s…”

“It’s all natural, my friend. It’s completely safe, and he’s fine.”

“Fine? He…he’s…”

“Part lion? Is that so strange, really, when you are part lizard?”

“But that – wait, you can see that?”

“Oh, Alex…Alex…Sit with me.”

The elephant guided him to one of the gaming tables, and as overwhelmed as he was, Alex was just happy to have someone telling him what to do. He sat down with a little grunt, rubbing his forehead as he tried to figure out how the hell this was happening. This should have been impossible. This should…

All of this [i]was[/i] impossible. People didn’t just transform. People didn’t just get new kinks out of the blue. People didn’t change into different species!

James was still on the ground, his eyes half-transformed just like the rest of him, glazed over and vacant. Alex started to reach out, only for the elephant to grab his wrist gently.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. He’s just in the middle of realizing a greater purpose.”

“I…please. I really…I really need things to make sense right now. Can we…can we please talk?”

“Yes, of course. You deserve comfort, Alex. Perhaps you are rushing through this a bit faster than you should.”

“And explain that? Please?”

He was shaking like a leaf, and he was almost sure that there was some sort of panic, some sort of attack coming on. He had no idea if he was right, but he didn’t feel himself, didn’t feel like he was quite right. Shock, or something, he imagined. Something that was keeping the worst of his reaction at bay.

The elephant sat down on the other side of the table, and like usual, Deleram put his feet up. Alex remembered the way that they had acted during the sessions, how it was good and right that the elephant’s feet had been on the table, that it was part of the DM’s job to show off a little bit, that they were there to help steady the players and make sure that everything ran according to plan.

Despite everything, that sort of return to regularity helped him. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of those massive gray stompers, and he felt his mind settle a bit. His heart stopped racing quite as fast, and he felt a little more at ease with himself, a little more right with the world.

He leaned back in his chair, but the scent followed him, holding him like little hooks in the side of his face as he breathed in again, and again, and again. The more elephant foot musk he took in, the better he felt, and soon, he felt like he was settled down, relaxed, and he even managed a small smile.

“Sorry, Deleram…I just…this is…”

“It’s alright, my little friend,” the elephant said, folding his hands over his lap. “You have been used to a different sort of structure, and now, you’re finding yourself falling out of it, without anything to replace it. You want to know that there’s something safe for you at the other end of this, that you’re going to be okay.”

“Yes…yeah, I need that…”

“Don’t worry. You know that I’m going to take care of you.” The elephant smiled. “I want everyone to be happy. I want everyone in the world to know that there are ways to be better, to feel like their true selves. I want them to learn how it feels to give in to that true self, to allow it to bubble out.

“It’s never going to be perfect, and I won’t pretend that it will be without flaws. But I can promise you this, Alex. What we’re doing is going to make the world so much happier, and it will give you what you’ve always wanted, way deep down in your core.”

“But…what if I…”

Alex gestured at himself, not quite sure what he was trying to say. His cheeks burned as he looked down at his feet, slowly lifting one of them and putting them on the table. While his sole was easily as long as the elephant’s, it was clearly not as wide. Without thinking, he pushed his scaly foot against the elephant’s fleshy one, and he blushed as he felt the softer sole press back, almost squishing against his foot.

“I’m a freak…see…I can’t…I’m trying…I can’t…”

The words. The words wouldn’t come. His blush was getting worse, and his heart was starting to speed up again. He pressed his hand to his chest, shaking, only to feel Deleram’s toes suddenly squeeze down over his.

Somehow, that helped him. That pushed the panic back down.

“You’re not a freak, Alex. You’re exactly what you should be.”

“But…why…”

“Why are you this, instead of the old you?”

“Wasn’t that…wasn’t that good enough?”

“Was it for you?”

Alex paused, thinking about it for a moment or two. He wanted to say yes, wanted to proclaim that his old body had been everything that he could have ever needed, and strictly speaking, that would have been honest.

But would it have been right?

…No. No, it wouldn’t. He wouldn’t have wanted to hide, wouldn’t have wanted to stay out of the public eye if he felt more confident in himself, in his body, in his looks, in his abilities. He had always tried to hide things, and while he had been…well, not bad looking, this was definitely improving him.

Even the lizard feet, somehow. [i]That[/i] he blamed on his new foot fetish, and he doubted that everyone else would feel the same way, but it was still hot. He wiggled his toes, and the elephant did the same.

“You’ve always been great, Alex. What’s happening will make you extraordinary.”

“But…” He rubbed his head, another breath of foot musk dragging his brain through the mud. “But what is going on?”

“Something marvelous. Something that’s been long overdue. Something that will make you so happy. I promise.”

“But…can’t you…”

“I can’t tell you everything, but I can tell you this. The cruel people, the idiots, the clueless, the imbeciles: they will be removed. The voices that tell you what to do will go quiet, and the new voices will know what they’re doing.

“There will be no more cruel bosses, no more stupid managers, no more people at the top that don’t know what they’re doing. The only ones allowed to tell other people what to do will be masters that have been vetted, that have been trained, that know what they’re doing and care about the people under them.”

“Like you?” Alex whispered.

“Like me.”

“Do you…do you care about me?”

“More than you know.”

The elephant’s toes dragged along his foot, tracing in a line from the scaly digits all the way down to the heel. Alex blushed, hard, feeling his cock throbbing between his legs, oozing down towards his ass.

“Ever since the first day, I imagined you with all the perfection that you’ve kept hidden behind your fear. All the creativity that you’ve hidden behind your anxiety. All the wonder that you’ve kept hidden behind shyness. I haven’t changed your personality, or your mind. All I’ve done is knocked down the walls that you’ve put up in front of all that.”

“You…you’re doing…”

“Heh…Perhaps that’s too much for you, for now.” Deleram smiled, and slowly pulled at something in mid-air.

Just like that, Alex felt his head bending forward, his legs sliding off the table so that his face could press right against the smooth, soft, elephant soles. He moaned under his breath, taking a deeper breath from the soft, damp flesh, the heat running through his nose and right into the depths of his brain. Alex shivered, his head rolling from side to side, his head rolling back after that as those feet pushed at him, as some invisible leash dragged him forward.

“Take a few breaths, Alex. It’s time for you to rest…You’ll understand more, later, but for now…rest…”

The pressure on his head and his nose was enough to drag him down, to submerge him in the raw, heavy smell of the elephant’s musky soles, in his masculine, gentle, authoritative scent. He groaned under his breath, one puff of hot air coming from his mouth before he breathed in again…and he was gone.

#

Nataraj stepped forward, taking the place of the sleeping human personality, and he could feel the difference between them shrinking. There was almost a spreading, syrupy feeling as he slid along the human personality, like they were melding a bit, like they were slowly taking on each other’s characteristics.

It was an interesting feeling, but one that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with. But he’d figure it out; he was the super-lizard, and he could manage.

He opened his eyes, smiling up at the elephant prince, taking in Deshar’s majesty. The master looked down at him with a smile.

“He’s learning well, isn’t he?”

“Not the way that I want. He’s not jumping at all the feet we see yet,” Nat said with rolled eyes. “I wanted to be sucking on so many toes on the way here, but he was kinda freaking out.”

“That’s to be expected. He’s going through some tough changes.”

“It’s so slooooooow. I wanna be a doormat for a while.”

“You will be. But not just yet.”

“Ugh.”

“Behave, oh naughty lizard.”

Nat blushed a bit as he felt the toes rubbing down his face, pulling at his growing muzzle, teasing at his nostrils and almost plugging them. He stuck out his tongue in apology, licking along the underside of the sole before the master pulled it away.

“That’s better. Now.”

The elephant got up.

“You should get on the floor. We have to do something for Alex.”

“I’m going to get something too, though, right?”

“Of course, my loyal slave.”

The lizard-becoming nodded, going down to the floor. He was on all fours when his master’s touch returned, rubbing along the small of his back, teasing all the way up to the bottom of his neck, and then back down.

“Alex has gotten your ass and your feet,” Prince Deshar said. “Now, it’s time for him to have your tail.”

“Oooooh, yes…it’s such a magnificent tail…He’s going to look so much better with that.”

“He’s definitely going to have some new sway.”

“Sway? I call it swagger. Swag, swag, swag.”

“You’re not a dog, Nataraj.”

“No. I’m better.”

The lizard chuckled, but arched his ass up a bit higher, giving the master room to work. After all, he was supposed to be the best of all the submissives that the prince would gain. There was a place for him at the top, and he would take it. Not so that he could lord it over the rest of the prince’s slaves, but because he knew that he was good enough to deserve it, and letting someone else take it would be akin to allowing the prince to suffer from someone that wasn’t as good.

The thought went right out of his mind as he felt the pressure of the finger at the base of his spine, feeling it dragging at his body. He shivered, arching his back as he felt the slow growth beginning, his ass cheeks wobbling inside of the tight booty shorts. God, those had been the best idea; they held him so tight, and made him [i]so[/i] aware of just how big his ass had gotten, perfect for what they needed.

But that tail…that tail would be the icing on the cake.

It emerged slowly, dragged out of his spine with the will of his master. He moaned under his breath, rolling his head against the ground, pressing his face against the cool concrete floor as his spine elongated. His flesh stretched with it, hardening and then segmenting into the new scales that he needed to go along with the tail. He was no skink or gecko, to have a fleshier tail. No, he was a lizard, and a proud lizard, for that matter.

He curled his toes as his cock throbbed in the booty shorts, feeling it ooze and drip right between his balls and his ass. He reached down, rubbing himself through the denim fabric, pressing between the cheeks and rubbing it properly like a slut in heat.

“Yes, master…please…give us our magnificent tail…”

It finally started to pop over the top of the waistband of the booty shorts, and he moaned as he felt it extending further, further, and further still. The sensation of having a new fifth limb again was just what he wanted, and he swayed his ass back and forth, savoring the feeling of having something to add to the sway, to the swagger, to the strutting that he wanted to do so badly.

If nothing else, this would give Alex no choice in the way he walked. That big ass, that heavy tail, would make sure that the human swaggered and swayed properly as he moved around. The elephant prince deserved someone that had confidence in his body, and this would help Alex learn.

Nat groaned under his breath as it kept sliding free, feeling almost a sense of relief as it kept sliding out of his spine and hanging over his ass. There was something right about that, about giving him what he had been dealing without for so long. That tail, that perfect tail.

He sighed happily as it finally came to rest against him, the tip flopped over the back of one of his legs. Nataraj rolled his head around, cracking it to either side, and then looked up at his master once more. Prince Deshar smiled at him, rubbing his ass gently before going back to his seat.

“Master?” Nataraj asked.

“Hmm?”

“Can I show the other human how you properly worship someone’s soles?”

“Heh, eager to prove yourself, still?”

“You have no idea.”

“I suppose I can allow it.”

The elephant extended one leg to the lizard, the other to the lion, who had finished his transformation. A momentary flash of jealousy arose, but Nataraj put the jealous feeling down. There was no point in being annoyed. He was helping a body that needed to come to terms with its own desires, with everything that it had hidden from the world. James over there was merely becoming someone that the elephant wanted, while Alex and Nataraj were coming together to be something much, much better.

He smiled, slowly letting his tongue trail from his forming snout. It was a very different feeling compared to his tail, his feet, his ass. They all felt firm, stable, fixed, while his snout, his tongue, even his fingers felt like they were halfway there, at best. They felt like they were only half-formed, like they could disappear at any point.

And that was because they could. Nataraj was still the dream, and Alex the reality. They needed to come closer together, be more than their separate parts, for them to finally be real, to be what they dreamed of.

He shook his head, putting that out of his mind as he turned his attention to the prince’s sole. Big, broad, wide, it was more than big enough to completely overshadow his face, to smother it beneath the elephant’s grandeur. Nataraj started with a slow nuzzle, dragging his cheeks along the soft, musky flesh, letting the scent settle into his scales and making sure that it marked him properly. There was no slave that was complete without the scent of his master to accompany him.

Feeling the elephant relax, he took it further, dragging his thumbs along the arch up to the ball of the foot, dragging his tongue along just ahead of them to keep the flesh nice and wet, nice and oiled up. He moaned at the flavor of the intense musk, dragging his tongue over that soft, damp flesh again and again. The taste was as exquisite as it had ever been, and he moaned for his pleasure, his cock oozing continuously.

“Mmmph…May I show my master what pleasure his feet give me?”

“Take it off, Nataraj.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He unzipped the booty shorts, pulling his cock out and letting it bob and dangle between the two of them. With every lick, it bobbed that much more, and with every nuzzle and suckle of the master’s toes, he dripped with glee.

He would show James just how a proper foot slut should behave, and just how much bliss a slave to a great master should show in their position.

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

Summary: Alex faces a new day of potential embarrassment, considering his feet have been turned scaly and his ass is now much, much bigger than it used to be. But that’s chump change compared to what he sees in the game store…

Tags: M/M, foot fetish, transformation, barefoot, barefooting, toe ring, elephant, lizard, human, lion, tail growth, mind control, musk, corruption, sweat, master/submissive, master/slave, series,