Grab 'Em by the Horns FULL (Patreon)

Laurence brings a package for his friend Rob back to the dorm room he shares with Rob and Andy. Knowing it was bought for the group, Laurence decides to open the package early. But what he finds inside is not at all what he expects: a bull penis strap-on? From this strange company called AniMagic Toys? Is Rob some kind of freak? When a little experimentation gets out of control, Laurence and Andy find themselves changing (and losing themselves) in strange and increasingly bovine ways, while Rob is ready to take advantage of the chaos that ensues.

**Full manuscripts of finished, multi-part stories will be tagged "FULL" and in their own Collection on Patreon - "FULL Stories". Other than potential minor typo edits and small format changes, full manuscripts will have no additional changes to the previously-published story.

***Please disregard any asterisk inconsistencies. For some reason, copying and pasting into Patreon will often just delete 1-5 asterisks from the line of 15, and I didn't feel like going back through all 100 pages again to find them. I already did it twice.

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1.

“I’m hooome,” Laurence sang as he swung through the front door of the suite he shared with Andy and Rob. His color-blocked polyester jacket swished loudly with each move, but he heard no response when he pulled the headphones of his walkman off his ears. “And someone’s got mail!”

The bait did not catch, probably because no one was home. With a sigh, Laurence lightly kicked the door shut and sank into the soft corduroy couch while slipping out of his shoes. On his chest he held a medium-sized brown box addressed to Robert Cilka with no return address. He turned the box over in his hands to make sure—yep, no other address. He had checked all three mailboxes in the Student Commons of Heartwood College, and been excited to find the package waiting. Then he bit his lip, running his finger along the box’s edge; Rob had said he found something that Laurence wasn’t going to believe, but he hadn’t said what it was. The man was tight-lipped, and had refused with a smile to answer any further questions. But class had only just let out, and if Rob had band rehearsal, he wasn’t likely to get back until after supper.

Laurence rolled his eyes and absently stuck the nail of his index finger beneath the packing tape. He had already said he was planning to order pizza for the weekend, and wasn’t planning on going back out. He didn’t want to wait.

“Fuck it,” he muttered after weighing the options, ripping the tape off and opening the box. Rob could always forgive him later, and he really wanted to know what Rob had found. So it was a federal crime—he could finish all his coursework in prison. He was starting to get behind.

As he bent back the cardboard flaps and removed the paper packing, he pulled out a long pink box with an image of a large, realistic-looking dildo attached to a tan harness, with the words Grab ‘Em by the Horns printed in bold across the bottom. “Jesus, as if!” Laurence exclaimed in disbelief, feeling the heft of the box and turning it over to read the back. “Yep, that’s—basically eleven inches erect.” He moved his finger slightly and grimaced at the illustration of a naked, long-horned, half-human half-bull vigorously masturbating, her breasts hefty and full. One: grody. Two: that didn’t even make sense. Why would someone be rubbing a fake rubber cock? Maybe it vibrated…whatever, girls were weird. Maybe they got off on something like that, rubbing a fake cock and letting it turn their arms numb as they rubbed their clit beneath it. And…movable testicles? Moves like skin? Freaky.

As strange as the whole contraption was, he didn’t think it quite interesting enough to warrant purchasing it. Or making a big deal about it. He knew Andy had grown up in a conservative, religious family here in Houston, and though Laurence wouldn’t consider himself sheltered, he wasn’t so sure he was very worldly either. Maybe it would make more sense when Rob explained it, Laurence hoped. Otherwise it was just kind of gross. A little funny, but mostly off-putting. It’s not like he was gay or anything. He hadn’t even seen another dick before, but with how realistic this one looked…it almost seemed as if now he had.

With a grunt and a shake of his head, Laurence tossed the box onto the low, battered coffee table and dragged himself to his room to change into more comfortable clothing. He threw his backpack onto the ground beside his unmade bed and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the pile of other mostly-clean shirts beside his wardrobe.

He unbuttoned his striped shirt and unrolled the sleeves before he took it off and threw that in the pile as well. He traded his black trousers for his worn jeans and stretched his arms high over his head with a yawn, letting his back crack as he leaned backward slightly. “Thank God,” he muttered, relieved that it was Friday. He felt, finally, like he needed this weekend more than he ever had before, and that he deserved it. Laurence wished he hadn’t taken a campus job; he liked working in the library during the on hours, but it left barely enough time for him to finish all of his coursework. If he hesitated for a moment, he felt like he was going to fall off a very tall cliff. It didn’t help that he wasn’t the smartest one in the herd. He was smart enough to know that. Waking up two hours early to finish the scraps he hadn’t been able to complete before nearly collapsing from exhaustion, only to be hit with a pop quiz in a different class, and then being assigned three papers by the end of the quarter? He was starting to wonder if it was worth all the stress and the sleepless nights and exhausted days.

As he opened his wardrobe to grab his deodorant, his gaze caught on the photos inside the door, taped to the wood below his small mirror. Samantha. He smiled and brushed a polaroid with his fingertip. At least he was lucky enough to have Samantha: ravishing, patient, patient Samantha. If they only managed a few greetings and kisses throughout the day, that was enough for her. He could make it up to her the next time they managed to meet for sex; she was just as busy as him, and it made the relationship perfect.

He gazed at the photo of them visiting the nearest Pacific coast, almost three hundred miles away. The two of them embraced and smiled candidly at the camera, the wide blue sea stretching far behind them. Samantha looked so small in his arms, so delicate and feminine. It was…hot. He was almost six foot four, but she was barely five foot three. Her thin lavender sundress blew up past her knees with the wind, revealing her smooth, generous thighs and teasing the pillowy ass beyond. She was curvy, and her curly brown hair fell over her generous, milky cleavage. She raised a cowboy hat above her head, and her sweet, freckled face laughed joyfully into the camera. She was so secure in his towering, protective arms as he began to lift her off her feet like she weighed nothing. He was bare-chested, his tanned body muscular and his body hair refined. He was the perfect specimen of masculinity, vital to his football team, and the perfect American boy (his teachers always said so) when it came to his body.

Laurence flexed his wide shoulders as he looked at himself, proud of how in-shape he had been able to remain even during the summer. Though he felt guilty, he was still glad he had somehow inherited the ability to always be in good shape. There was no way he would have been able to keep up with it if it were up to him. He laughed to himself while he touched his firm abs, realistic with his qualities, and then applied his deodorant.

He went to the hallway phone outside the suite and ordered pizza to be delivered to the dorm hall around six. If no one else decided to steal some, he had figured two large pizzas could last the night, and possibly the weekend if he was frugal. “Yeah, this is Larry,” he said, rolling his eyes with a smile as he heard a voice from the background yell the question. Undoubtedly that was Andy, who worked at the pizza place most weekends. And another reason he had opened the package early. Andy probably wouldn’t be back until eleven or later.

“He says make it four,” the employee on the phone replied, audibly smiling. She knew he was going to say yes.

“Only if he does the dishes tomorrow morning,” he replied after taking a dramatic moment to mull the idea over. He waited for the message to be relayed and an answer to be returned, cradling the receiver in his shoulder and pulling on the cord.

“That’s a go on the dishes.”

“Righteous. Four.”

“Got it. Two sausage and onion, two pepperoni. Six o’clock at Murphy. See ya, Larry.”

Laurence didn’t remember the person who had answered the phone, but she seemed to know him. She probably did, and he couldn’t recognize her voice over the telephone. “Bye,” he stuttered, just as he heard the dial tone. Strange. But at least he had the afternoon to himself, and future him would be thankful for the pizza. Then he bounced over to the small CRT television and closed the shades behind it before booting up his Atari. He sprawled himself comfortably on the couch and let himself zone out as he played Space Invaders, as smoothly as if he had it memorized. Every so often, however, his gaze would flick downward for just as second, nothing more, to the pink box on the coffee table at eye level. It kept distracting him, though he couldn’t tell why, until he began making mistakes and losing.

“What the hell?” Laurence asked, letting the controller fall from his hands. He scowled, a little off-put, and picked up the box to look at the pornographic art on the back. His eyes slid down to a white box with black text. Most of the words had been smudged away by his thumb, but he could still read the word WARNIN— at the front, and what might have been a yellow label that read DANGER beside it. He cocked his head in interest and tried to parse through the smudged text, but it was illegible. Probably warnings about children and toys. He bit the inside of his lip as his mind began to think of other meanings. What kind of danger could this strap-on possibly have?

So it had piqued his interest, so what. He sat up and opened the box, pulling out a plastic insert holding a tanned, erect penis—dildo. The texture was soft in his fingers as he squeezed it and pulled it out of the plastic. He nearly gagged as his fingers sank into the top layer of whatever soft material it was made out of, moving the “skin” around the shaft. It was surreal, human but not—and massive—tipped with a bright pink head that squished beneath his pinch. Then, beneath the round section which attached to the harness, a set of round, heavy testicles. Though they were completely hairless, naturally, Laurence was surprised at how…realistic they felt, how large and warm, which stirred a very strange sensation in his gut.

“Ugh, what?” he asked groggily, before holding the dildo at the end like a sword and shaking it vigorously to chase off the odd feeling that had fallen over him. He watched the shaft bounce as he raised it, bending in a gentle curve with gravity. He would give anything for a cock that magnificent…

As he reached back into the box to pull out the strap, he laughed at the ridiculousness of what he was doing. Was he really going to put on this shitty toy because he had nothing better to do? A toy for women no less.

The thought stirred another sensation in his stomach, and he cleared his throat as his cock unexpectedly twitched in his jeans. “Ah! Mmm,” he groaned, the sound coming out breathier than he had meant it to.

With another clear of his throat, Laurence began to attach the dildo to the harness, and then unzipped his jeans and pulled them just slightly down, so he could slide the strap-on around his waist and under his legs at the crotch. He pulled his boxers downs as well, letting his cock and balls get pressed between his legs as he tightened the large dildo over his own sensitive penis. The size of the toy forced it to press heavily on his junk, but he adjusted himself once and pulled the strap tighter, jamming his balls up into the tightest cranny between his legs. He was forced to splay his legs as he walked, to keep from squeezing them together too tightly. Part of it made him feel good, forced to strut and show off his massive, virile testicles; but the other part of him was humiliated at the very idea of it! It was a very interesting line to be following.

Laurence groped his round asscheeks over his jeans and thrust his hips forward, his pose slightly doubting in its confidence. The strap-on bounced as he moved, and landed heavily on his junk. His hips jerked beyond his control as the pleasure shot through his limbs, and he clapped his hands over his mouth as he felt a strange noise coming from his throat—

“Mmmmhhnnn?!”

He drooled slightly, his mouth filled with saliva as the sensation of his penis strapped down by a larger cock turned him on. That was…surprising. He definitely wasn’t a homosexual, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to have some kinks…right? He hadn’t known it would make him feel this good, but now that he did, it was okay for him to have some fun. Right?

With a deep breath, Laurence reached down and grabbed the dildo around the shaft, groaning when each tiny movement sent tremors into his own dick. His feet shuffled backward, and when his calves hit the edge of the couch, he stretched himself slowly back onto it. Though he was careful not to bump the strap-on, he could still feel the smallest pressure changes between his legs, and—god, he could already feel himself dripping with precum. His lungs released a pent-up gasp. “F-fuck,” he whispered, and lowered his hand to slicken it against the head of his cock. Then he grasped the large, erect shaft that did not belong to him and moved his hand backward, dragging the lifelike skin with his palm until he felt the rubber testicles bumped against his hand. “No fucking way.”

How could it possibly have felt this good? Laurence’s lip quivered, and he ran his empty hand through his short, dark hair. He could already feel himself beginning to sweat, his back warm against the corduroy as he slowly began to move his hand forward on the dildo.

Was this…what it felt like to jerk another man off? He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. Obviously not, but it didn’t feel like masturbating either. It was an alien pleasure, and even the rest of his body felt sensitive and turned on like it never had before. His thumb brushed over the soft tip of it and he shuddered. He could feel the “urethra” nestled between the joints of his fingers, and the “skin” even made a strange, almost wet sound as he rubbed the layers against each other. His own balls felt squeezed tight, his modest cock compacted and almost invisible beneath the massive toy. But why did it feel so good? Laurence’s hand moved faster, and each time he reached the long tip, he began to pull backwards with more force. It forced his genitals even further back, and it nearly hurt with the pressure, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good. Too good. He shifted in his seat, curling his tailbone underneath him so he wasn’t sitting on his balls, and splayed one leg wide off the side of the couch.

His hand squelched against the rubber and his own precum. He was ridiculously hot now, and he needed to get off this way. As if all his thoughts had entered a narrow tunnel straight to his core, Laurence could think only of finding a way to orgasm by crushing himself beneath the strap-on. It was…so much bigger than him. His cock jerked as it attempted to grow hard, but rather like what he imagined a chastity cage to be like, he found it couldn’t with the limited space.

“Oh, yes,” Laurence moaned, leaning his head back and gazing emptily up at the ceiling. “I want—fuck, I want it.”

Slurred words devolved into something rather like a cross between whimpers and groans as he babbled sounds under his hot breath. He was close. He could feel it, reaching the turning point before orgasm. Rocking his hips as his pace quickened, and crying out once as his balls slammed into the crux of his legs, he became became blind to all else but the feeling of liquid, burning pleasure pooling deep within him. The tension was building, making his toes curl as he vigorously pumped the massive dildo strapped to his crotch. He could—he almost felt as if he were rubbing his own cock…strangely enough.

Laurence’s mouth fell open, and his voice broke in a cry as he felt his cock, overly sensitive and nearly painful, spasm against his churning testicles. “Mmm—ahhhhh!” He arched his back as he moaned and a massive orgasm shook his entire body. His half-hard cock spurted several streams of semen underneath him, and even one out into the room as his hand pumped a wild, uncontrolled rhythm around the dildo.

In a moment it was over, and Laurence found himself back in the present, breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He lay sprawled against the couch, his arms dangling at his sides, the feeling of satisfaction leaving him just as quickly as it had come.

“What. The fuck,” he said to himself. Now that he had cum, and he could feel his balls resting in soaked boxers, still pressed up against his legs, the realization of what he had done was hitting him. This had to be some kind of humiliation fetish, right? Stuffing his cock down and making it as small as possible to pretend he had another one? He could feel the strap-on, still laying heavy and warm against his legs, even as he followed the tiny paint impurities on the ceiling with his eyes. He…had to get this off as soon as possible. What if Rob came back early before he could clean it and put it back in the box? Lord, he had orgasmed with it, and Rob would never know. A sliver of heat stirred in his gut as he thought of the man holding it, not knowing what Laurence had done with it, but he stamped down the feeling. With a sigh, he pulled himself into a sitting position and reached down to unattach the harness.

His blue eyes grew as wide as saucers.

As he looked down, he saw his hand touching a cock. A real cock. A massive, real cock, still mostly hard, dripping with cum, and attached to him. Like, really attached. Skin on skin, and no harness to be seen. Laurence quickly pulled the large penis out of the way, and pushed the balls to the side to try to find his old genitals. His real genitals.

Nothing.

But as he poked and prodded at himself, he realized he could still feel his old equipment. He thought. Inside of him? Pulled up into the smooth skin between his new scrotum and his asshole and lingering just below the surface. With a shaky exhale, Laurence pressed his fingertips into the skin and gasped when he felt the bulges of…something.

No. This was crazy. He stood, letting out a tiny groan as he felt the real weight of the penis between his legs. It hung out of his boxers and jeans, past the end of his zipper, and still managed to hang partially erect. Still disbelieving, he touched the sensitive skin of his glans softly, and moaned under the pleasure that radiated up the shaft. Then he swallowed and waddled slowly toward the suite bathroom. These testicles were significantly larger and heavier than his, and he could feel them rubbing slightly against his legs as he walked. He was afraid he was going to get them caught somewhere. That didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the sensation of them, though.

As he rounded the corner and walked through the doorway, he froze in front of the large, counter-to-ceiling mirror above the sink. “Fuck.” He hadn’t even meant to speak, but the word had pushed its way out of him all the same. He stared open-mouthed at himself in the mirror, his eyes slowly moving downward as they finally saw the true scope of his new appendage. It hung slick and pale between his legs, reaching so far down his thigh he could scarcely even believe it.

With trembling fingers, he extended his arm again and brushed his new cock with the lightest of touches, and his knees nearly buckled at the sensation. “J-Jesus Christ.” His voice was full of wonder, his drawl more pronounced after the stutter. How in the hell was this possible? He raced back into the living room and grabbed the box. His eyes scanned the text on the back desperately, searching for something that would give him a clue. Nothing. There wasn’t much text on the box except for lewd catchphrases and lists of features. He looked inside and pulled out the colorful sheet of paper inside. It wasn’t anything but a promotion for some of the company’s other products. It was some obscure brand called AniMagic Toys, whatever that meant, and had other toys named such winners as Paws for Papa and A Night at the Races. Odd, but not what he was looking for. He turned over the box again and stared at the smudge in the lower corner. The words “warning” and “danger”. What the hell was that warning? It couldn’t have been this. This seemed more like something to celebrate, at least for him. It was obviously a toy for women, so maybe it pertained to them?

It was…well, it was strange, definitely mega strange, but it was also kinda…wicked. Laurence looked back down at his cock, and he giggled unsurely as a smile spread across his face. If this was real—Lord, would he have to make Rob look at it to make sure?—then he had just won a crazy good jackpot. With sluggish fingers, he wrapped his hand around his thick cock and squeezed gently, holding his breath as he did so. Moaning, he collapsed on the couch again, the muscles in his thighs tight as he fought to stay calm, to slowly move his hand downwards toward his heavy balls.

His knuckles brushed against them, and an electric thrill shot through him, but it disappeared like a stain of breath on a mirror. He moved his hand up and groaned at the tension growing in his erection. Full, tender, slick. Everything he had ever dreamed of having, and now it felt better than the best sex he had ever had. God, he wanted to have sex with it. It would have felt so much better than rubbing himself.

With one hand he focused on his long, thick shaft, and with the other he blindly prodded against the soft skin of his perineum, gasping each time he felt the odd lumps of his former genitals trapped up inside him.

“F-f-fuck!” he gasped, and his hand froze around his cock for a fraction of a second before he began to steadily pump his shaft, his fingers catching on the sensitive head each time they passed, his palm wet with lube and dribbling precum. His hand made wet, suctioning noises as he masturbated, his pace accelerating as he came closer to finishing. He needed this. He had been so good so far, because obviously he had been rewarded for his actions. His new cock was two or three times as sensitive as his old one, and his testicles were the same, as well as being large and prominent. He just…he just wanted to cum with this new massive cock. Was that so hard to do? He thrust his hips forward in a straight, rocking motion, and slowed his pace slightly as he squeezed harder. His hips jerked once, and he whimpered as he pumped his cock once, twice, three more times…and his balls churned, his hot seed spurting out of him uncontrollably as he bellowed.

His voice cracked as he yelled, and the sound turned slightly upwards as if in question. He arched his back and continued to rub himself, massaging his balls with one hand as his cock spent everything with its last few jerks. He had broken in this new, very real, monster, and he basked in the pleasure that rolled around in his spent body.

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2.

“Holy shit,” Laurence sighed, sagging limply into the sofa. His body was floating in pleasure, his new, enormous penis laying against his thigh. With a contented laugh, he craned his neck downward to take in the scene of it. His fingers brushed the base of the thick cock, and he shivered. Finally, it began to soften, and he watched sadly as his eleven inches shrank into what was still an impressive nine inches. Then eight.

He sat up when it reached about seven inches, and continued to slowly pull further into his body.

“No, no no no! Fuck! Come on, man—no, don’t do that!” He grasped his dick and tried to hold it back, or even pull the length back out, but it continued to shrink steadily in his hand. Soon it wasn’t even the modest size of his old dick, shrinking below five inches. Gasping and bucking his hips, he felt his balls, still large and hairless, resting on his crotch. He whimpered as his cock continued decreasing in size, pulling into him, until he watched a frightful two inches disappear into only one. Though his girth had not wavered, he now pulled at a micropenis sticking out from the top of his testicles. It was humiliating. He tried to keep the word from his mind, but it dug its way in until he cradled his genitals in his hands and whispered, “Cute.”

“What? No!”

He stood quickly, but fell back when he felt the rest of his cock inside his body. It was almost like…ten whole inches were hiding inside of him, waiting for the perfect moment to make themselves known. Tentatively, Laurence began to squeeze his thick, tiny cock. It responded to him immediately, bathing his lower half in pleasure as it began to grow again, his foreskin stretching until his erection measured nearly a foot again.

“What in the hell is this?” he asked slowly, his voice almost reverent. He hefted his dick, rubbing his palm along the ridiculously smooth skin and shuddering. How was this even possible? “You know what, I don’t care. I’m just thankful it happened.” Laurence laughed and flexed his hands, letting his erection slowly shrink once again, watching with fascination as it pulled with ease into some secret pocket inside of him, pleasurable and tight. He could still feel his old penis and testicles as well, still pressed up beneath a thin layer of skin under his large balls. This was mad lucky; now he had a massive cock that couldn’t get in the way, and he could feel it all the time.

Laurence practiced walking around the living room, bending over, jumping, doing any number of small cleaning tasks (they were plentiful in a dorm room with three boys), even going into his room and squatting. With every movement he could feel his cock inside of him, rubbing pleasurably, making him semi-erect. It was wonderful, but he would have to be careful not to get too excited.

Switching his soiled boxers for a clean pair of black, Laurence slipped into his soft pajama bottoms and decided to remove his socks as well. He pursed his lips, trying not to smile when he looked down and saw the tiny lump where his new cock was nestled. Coming from underneath, he cupped his balls in his spread fingers to feel how heavy they were. “Oh, why in Heaven’s name does it feel so good?” he asked to no one in particular. Standing with his thighs pressed together, his balls hung heavily against his legs, and when he walked they bounced firmly against him.

He bent over his school bag, unaware that his ass was in the air, and dug through it until he found one of his textbooks. He had been assigned a reading inside of it for his Anatomy and Physiology class, and he thought he might as well get ahead on it now.

He sank into the single chair beside the living room couch, not interested in smelling anything that might have been left behind on it, and flipped open the heavy book until he reached the chapter on the reproductive system. He wasn’t so sure how much he should believe from the book now—he didn’t think it would have much of anything about growing a new cock out of sex toys. Still, he looked with feigned disinterest at the diagrams of the female reproductive system. Looking into a drawing of the vaginal opening, the legs spread, the clitoris visible—Laurence shook his head when he felt a twinge where his old genitalia sat beneath his skin.

Bored, he told himself he’d finish later, and flipped further forward in the book, stopping when he saw a photo of a clownfish and a couple of other fish he didn’t recognize. He didn’t know what exactly the chapter was about, but he thought it might be species of animals that could change their sex. He knew clownfish could do that. And some other animals. But he wasn’t sure which ones.

Laurence stared at the page but did not read, only looking blankly at the photos as his brain suddenly emptied of all thoughts.

It took a moment for him to turn back on, and when he finally blinked, he stared down at his textbook and tried to remember what he was even doing with it. “Ugh, gee whiz,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he fought through a brain of molasses to organize his thoughts. Was he…reading? He looked down and gripped his book, clutching onto something when he had been rapidly floating away from himself before. Eventually, he managed to focus his gaze and parse through some of the language, but it blurred and jumbled into unreadable symbols just as quickly. “Noooo,” he groaned, and stamped his foot against the ground. “How am I supposed to get this done if I can’t read it?”

As he lounged in the chair, his ass almost completely off the seat and his sturdy legs holding himself up, tiny deposits of fat formed in his ass and bloomed in size, cushioning him and raising his hips slightly until they slowed again. Then they spread to his thighs, taking root and expanding slowly. Laurence shifted uncomfortably in his tightening pajama pants, closing his eyes at the sensation of his thighs pressing on his balls.

With a sigh, he closed his textbook and set it on the couch next to him. “Golly, I feel full,” he murmured, rubbing his stomach as a thin layer of fat grew over his abdominal muscles. “I feel really good too. Mmm, I can’t stop thinking about cock…” he trailed off before he knew what he had said, and then sat up abruptly. “I mean—my cock. My cock, the new one. I was—thinking about that.”

He corrected himself quickly, but of course there was no one else in the room to have even heard the mistake. Laurence still felt guilty and embarrassed, and pulled his legs underneath him on the chair. Then he began to count to one hundred, taking a couple seconds between each number to keep his breathing slow. Beneath him, his feet began to shrink in size, his toes taking on an appearance like they belonged on a much smaller person. His nipples twinged, and though he bit the inside of his lip, he ignored the sensation. The sharp edges of his masculine face began to fade, bone shrinking away as he began to plump up: a little redness in his cheeks, tiny rolls on his stomach, even his nipples began to droop slightly.

As his nipples slid slightly downward, dragging against his tank, Laurence gasped and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at his chest in horror. Beneath his nipples, he now had tiny growths of fat. Each time he moved, they jiggled, and sent messages of pleasure to his cock.

Tits! He had tits!

“Fuck, fuck! This isn’t good! How do I make it stop!” Where he had previously had flat nipples, he now had tiny breasts, barely noticeable to anyone but him. They bounced and shook with every tiny movement, like tiny, perky cones of fat.

When the changes finally slowed—which Laurence discovered by pressing his hands over his tiny breasts to stop them from growing, and removing them when he realized they had—he realized that maybe everything wasn’t completely lost. His eyes were riveted to his chest, but it wasn’t actually very big, and easily hideable under an oversized shirt. He could still look masculine with little tits, right?

His pelvis cracked and popped as it widened slowly, and Laurence cried out in sudden aching pain. As it shifted, he felt as if his spine were compressing, and he whimpered until the sensation passed. He had fallen to his knees, curled in around himself as he cried, wishing for it to be over. Then, as the fog of pain passed over him, he looked down at himself and gasped in disbelief, staring at a set of wide, feminine hips and a plump, round ass with wide thighs. They were so disconcerting, it took him a moment to connect the sensation of moving with his own startled movements. His flesh jiggled as he stumbled onto his feet, and he moaned as the jolt passed through his nipples. He squeaked and lifted one foot into the air as his tiny breasts began to grow. Soon they were perfect little teardrop shapes, his nipples upturned, his breasts large enough to hold in a single hand.

“Too…nngghhh…” Laurence began, squeezing his new breasts as the bones in his shoulders cracked and shrank. The muscles in his long arms softened, and all of his limbs began to shorten. He squealed in pain and collapsed, nearly losing consciousness, but after a moment the pain vanished, leaving his head buzzing with static and his body smaller in stature. He gasped again as his hands cracked and snapped in place, his voice turning to a pitiful whimper as he rubbed his palms against his nipples. “Too biiiiggg?”

He batted his irritated eyes as they reshaped slightly: slightly larger, slightly rounder, slightly cuter. His eyelashes nearly doubled in length, and his nose shrank slightly. Smaller features for a smaller face, except for his doe eyes. He pulled his trembling hands from his breasts, staring pointedly at his raging erection poking out of his pajamas. With each gasping breath, he could see his perky tits bouncing against his sweaty chest.

“No,” he breathed, and covered his mouth in shame when he heard his voice end in a needy sound. “I’m…fuck, I’m turning into a woman? With a dick?” Or was he just a man with breasts—that existed, right?

“But what about my hips and my ass!” he pouted, pulling himself fully off the floor at last. If he was just growing tits, why was his body changing as well? There was no way he could disguise himself as a man now! And he was…he was so short!

Laurence looked down at himself in awe, taking in his tiny hands, almost half the size that they used to be. His thin arms led to shoulders so close to his face he tried to jump away from them. When he stood, his pajama pants pulled tight around his ass and dragged several inches on the ground. He had lost several inches of height?! That meant he was…under six feet now? Laurence squeaked in shock at the thought, stumbling clumsily back toward the bathroom mirror as he tripped over his pants.

“Ahh! Fuck!” he yelled as he fell, and as he made rough contact with the ground he grunted. But his grunt came out more as a high-pitched groan, and his groans were starting to sound more like sultry, needy moans. He pulled himself forward, gasping at the sensation of his erection dragging against the ground, and as he stood, his pajamas caught on his feet and were pulled down to his knees. “Oh my gosh,” he moaned with his hands over his mouth, his round cheeks blushing. Though they were tight and barely covered him, at least his boxers had remained over his hips.

He didn’t have time to waste though, and stepped out of the pajamas to tiptoe almost completely naked to the bathroom. The cool air bit playfully at his hard, sensitive nipples, and his hips swung as he walked, even when he tried to stop. Then he had only resulted in losing his balance and toppling onto the ground with his legs spread open lewdly.

Laurence blushed, covering his nipples with one delicate arm, but stopped in his tracks when he turned the corner again and looked up into the face of a woman.

It was a boyish woman, yes, but she had large eyes and pursed lips, and her brown hair fell over her forehead in a messy pixie cut of thick curls. She held modest, but beautiful breasts in a graceful hand, and her slender waist burst outward at the hips in an exaggerated curve. Her skin was pale and flawless, her cheeks blushed seductively, and her soft chin curved delectably into her smooth throat.

“Wait—my Adam’s apple! Wait—I—!” He stopped mid-thought, hearing the light, musical voice that came out of his mouth. “What on Earth—my voice…I sound like a girl?!” His voice went even higher when he asked a frantic question, and he winced at the squeak. He was in deep water now. He had just lost one of the last things that made him a man! Laurence loved his deep, thoughtful voice. He always loved getting the attention of girls with his voice. How was he even supposed to sound manly with a voice like that?

“Hello, hello. Helllllloooooo,” he began, shifting his girly voice as low as it would go, until it rasped at his thinned vocal cords. “My name is L-Laurence. I am a man. Fuck, you would never believe it from this body, right? But…mmhhnnnn…I do have a cock. Ahhnn!” He moaned as he lifted his cock. He sounded sultry with this raspy voice, arresting and alluring, but altogether lacking any masculinity. Laurence blushed hard, trying to keep his mind out of the gutter. His own voice was starting to turn him on, as if the sexy, naked woman with the massive erection in the mirror was calling to him. Instead she was him.

This was way more than he had ever signed up for by opening one of Rob’s packages, especially one that he was supposed to see too. His body had completely changed! He used to be six foot three, and now he had lost almost an entire foot of height!

Laurence ran his dainty hands along his slender, yet curvy shape, shuddering at the pleasure that pulsed through him. H-he was beginning to have a hard time paying attention, kept finding himself massaging his sensitive skin and groping his perfect breasts. They were perfect, he thought with a weakening moan: not too big and not too small, his pink nipples upturned and taut, two perky teardrops of breasts. And he loved looking at them. Even if they didn’t belong on his body, even if they felt alien and heavy on his new small frame. Even if it was starting to get hard to refer to himself as a man when he looked so…female. Laurence blushed again, running his fingers through his curly hair, which had possessed the audacity to grow out into a messy, feminine hairstyle.

“Fuck…why does it…” He groaned in his smoky, sultry voice, before he reached up with both hands and gripped his curls, pulling away from his scalp. The smallest bit of pressure with her skull erupted into a burst of tiny electric shocks, which ran shivers down to his cock. “It feels so good!”

His pitch rose again as he lost control of it, too busy rubbing his fingers along his scalp and gasping at a growing pressure against the smooth skin between his dick and his asshole. Something else must have been wrong—he was far too sensitive. The lightest touch against his skin was enough to send tremors through his entire body, and he kept curling his toes into the concrete floor.

He looked into the mirror again, desperate to find that he had woken up from a bad dream, and that he was actually a man. Laurence gasped, staring into the woman’s needy eyes, utterly transfixed. He watched as she groped her breast, biting her lip when she twinged her nipples. She stared intently at him, gasping lewdly with her mouth hanging open, and rocking her plump hips as her breasts grew. The fat deposits grew, stretching the skin as they slid slowly down her chest. Her erect nipples moved slightly downward, still alert and erect, but pulled to a new position by gravity. The sight of her body—h-his body, so round and soft and feminine, was enough to make him hard. He just wanted…he just wanted to fuck her…

He was already dripping with precum again. When he looked away from the womanly face in the mirror, and lowered his gaze to his cock, he had to move aside the woman’s full breasts in order to look at the girliest cock he had ever seen. “What does that meaaaannnn,” he whimpered, his knees quivering when he gripped his cock and realized he couldn’t even wrap his hand completely around it anymore. It was so big. How could any penis be girly, let alone one as big as this one?

No. No. Fuck, what he needed to do was find help. Obviously this shouldn’t have happened. Maybe there was a company number on the box. He squirmed when he realized he would have to go out into the hall to use the phone, but he had no choice. It was better to ask for help than…whatever was on the other side of this…

Laurence turned back toward the living room, carefully avoiding the woman in the mirror, and walked carefully, his legs splayed to keep them from rubbing against his balls. His erection still bobbed above his boxers, and he did his best to avert his eyes and ignore the feeling of it bouncing in the empty air. He picked up the empty box and blindly pushed his erection beneath the waistband of his underwear. It still tented the soft material that pulled tight around his thighs, but at least he felt a little more modest now. Or at least he looked less like a girl with a dick.

A sliver of pleasure pooled in his core, but he tried to stamp it down. Now he just looked like a girl. “No,” he murmured, sitting down and reading over the box again, praying for a phone number. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. Tits out for everyone to see. Laurence blushed a deep red. His skin was so flawless now. He didn’t even have body hair—he was so smooth. All of his moles and his light acne had completely vanished, and now his skin was baby-soft. She had perfect skin, youthful and milk-white, but healthy.

He had to call them, the people on the box, to ask…Laurence bit his lip and shifted his round ass uncomfortably. He needed to call the sex toy company—he blushed at the thought of it—because he needed to know…

“Fuck.” He couldn’t remember what he needed to know. His cock pulsed and he bit his lip, pawing at it through his boxers. Wracking his brain, and thinking really hard about it, he turned the box over and saw the image of the dildo on the front. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed brightly, and giggled. His voice was high, his tone rich and his drawl unrestrained. “How did I forget? It gave me a huge dong!” He blushed at the naughty word and covered his mouth shyly, feeling his new big cock between his legs. That was definitely what he needed to call about. After all, most girls didn’t go around having massive cocks, did they?

Laurence sighed and turned the box over for a futile third try, before picking up the paper insert and finding nothing. He absently massaged one of his breasts and breathed quicker when he flicked his nipple. Then he froze, and a wave of nausea passed swiftly over him. “G-girls?” he asked, his voice catching. Had he just thought of himself as a girl? His stomach heaved once, and he bent over the side of the couch. “No. No no nonono,” he moaned. He was losing himself, and he wasn’t even aware when it was happening. Was he just going to close his eyes one time and open them thinking he had always been a girl? He couldn’t let that happen.

With a pained expression, Laurence clasped his hands together and focused all of his attention on thinking about how manly he was. It didn’t matter what he looked like—he knew he was a man. And so did everyone else! He was too shy to go find the RA for help now, but when Rob got back, he would just explain everything. Obviously Rob would have to forgive him when he saw what had happened. Rob would make sure he didn’t forget he was a man.

“I can’t believe I forgot,” he said, the creeping horror in his stomach split between two different worries. He had thought of himself as a girl, but he had also forgotten that his body had even been changed! “This is a God-damned nightmare.”

With a despairing cry, Laurence grabbed the pillow which Rob had left out the night before and hugged it against his curvy body. Then he dove headfirst into the opposite side of the couch, burying his face in the cushions and trying to hide from the world. He had pinned his arms and the pillow beneath his chest, and his semi-erect cock had been jammed into the slit between the cushions. He tried to ignore the growing pressure as he hardened, but eventually his hips began to rock gently in place. The rocking became thrusting, sending painful sparks of pleasure racing along his foreskin.

“No no nooo! Please, no,” he moaned, feeling wrong, feeling good, feeling right. He just needed to wait until Rob got home. He could hold out until then. He knew it. He needed…to…warn him…about…

“Please God, please God. Please God don’t let me go,” he began to pray, something he hadn’t done in nearly a year. “Please God I’ll do anything! Just let me tell…Rob that I…um…I’m not—I’m a…mmmmnnn…?”

Laurence had closed his eyes to focus and a fog filled his mind instead of thoughts, cutting him off from the actions of his body. It was almost as if he watched his new body from a distance, standing next to the moaning, beautiful woman as she hunched her back and began to hump the pillow, desperate for a new kind of release.

Her hand gripped his cock and pulled it up, holding it tightly while grinding the soft skin of his perineum against the pillow. There was something there, something in h-her body that wanted to be free. The skin was hot and pulsing. He watched as she hunched her back and pumped h-her cock.

“I’m a man, I’m a man, I’m a man,” he remembered, repeating it like it was the only thing that mattered. It was so close to release, and Laurence felt himself being pulled back into her body like being sucked into a vacuum cleaner, his arms filling her delicate hands, his toes curling inside of her tiny feet, his chest pulled down by her heavy breasts, and his cock shrinking suddenly as a slit opened between her legs and what used to be his penis became her dripping, spasming clitoris. There was only one thing that mattered now.

“I’m a man! I’m aman I’mamanimaman im-imawa—ahhh-man!”

She screamed as she came for the first time from both her cock and her new vagina, her hips thrusting wildly into the pillow as the walls of her pussy slammed together, gushing new liquid, and her cock spasmed, shooting thick ropes of cum against the opposite wall. Her gibberish muttering devolved into loud, hot breaths and moans as she rode the powerful aftershocks.

“Wow.”

At least—

She remembered—

Laurence took a long, deep breath and let it out, a contented smile on her face. At least she remembered she was a man.

Her eyes fluttered open, her vision gradually clearing as her long eyelashes widened. She knew she was a man, but she was referring to herself as a woman? Laurence looked down at herself and her cute nose wrinkled in thought. She had breasts, and a vagina. She could feel it underneath her cock, dripping cum down her thighs.

So referring to herself like a woman was mostly right, but shouldn’t she be thinking of herself like “he”? Even the simple pronoun sent a dark rumble of dread into the pit of her stomach. It felt…wrong, but she thought the feeling was wrong too. She should be thinking of herself like she was a man. “I am a man,” she said, and giggled at how ridiculous it sounded. Well, even if it was hard, she—no, he thought he’d try.

Laurence laughed, trying to mask the growing discomfort underneath. “My name is Laurence. I am a man. I have a penis. My name is Laurence. I am a m-man. I have…I have a…I have…cunt! I have a cunt! Oh fuck, no!”

Sh—He curled into a ball on the couch, ignoring the wet spots beneath he—him. “I am a man,” he whispered. “I am a man. I am a m-male. I am a man. I…” Laurence grew quiet, forgetting what he had been saying as his hand lingered down between his thick thighs. With a jolt and a gasp her cunt awakened again. His cunt—his cunt awakened again, already slick with need. It felt so wrong, so alien, but he needed it too badly. He loved the way it felt, open and wet where previously there was soft skin, and he loved the way her little clit nestled in beneath his massive, hairless balls. That way there was always just a little bit of pressure on it, enough to keep him wet and sensitive and willing.

He wondered if he could get pregnant, if his new womb was fully working. He wondered if his cock could get someone else pregnant. If…if he could get himself pregnant. He was long enough to—

Laurence grabbed his cock and shoved the thought aside. H-He was starting to make himself sick with all of this mind play. He—He wanted to learn more about his new anatomy. So that he wasn’t ignorant. That was the only reason, and he repeated that to himself over and over while his hand moved ever closer to the pussy beneath his micro-mega-dong.

He giggled as his cock twinged, wondering why he had thought of that word. It’s not like this girl was some kind of bimbo. Was she? She didn’t think so, but wasn’t that just the sort of thing a dumb bimbo would think? Don’t be ridiculous, he thought. “I am a man.”

“I am a man,” he mocked himself and his try-hard sultry voice with the girliest voice he could muster. “Yeah right, smarty-pants. Not with a sexy voice like that. And not with a voice like mine! Haha!” She burst into laughter and the ridiculousness of it. Sure, she was supposed to be a man, but that weird strap-on had turned him into a girl. She needed to tell Rob what had happened, and together they could call Animal Magic Toys or whatever it was called and find out how to turn her back into a man.

“Oh, thank God, I was so worried,” she sighed, covering her face and leaning her forehead against her knees. “I thought I was going to forget. I thought I was going to think I was a woman!” Laurence fanned her overheated face, but her nostrils flared when she realized how close her face was to her cock. It was mostly soft now, hidden deep inside her like a big surprise, but she could smell her musk, and all of the cum covering her smooth body. Her body was lithe and flexible now, almost as if she had removed a row of ribs. Lord, she had the smoothest, cutest cock she had ever seen.

She wanted to suck it. She wanted to suck her own cock, something she had never been able to do before. Laurence drooled, her mouth filled with thick saliva, as she drew her feet underneath her and thrust her hips upward. She felt the pressure it set against her cock inside of her, and whimpered as it throbbed. Then she watched, hypnotized, as she began to get hard again.

It took more effort this time. She was so tired from orgasming so many times before that she nearly had to coax her dick to another erection. “Yes. Oh, yesss,” she murmured, leaning forward with her hands behind her back as she made contact with her cock. First her bottom lip, then her tongue and her top lip, and Laurence moaned as he began to suck himself. It felt better than anything he had experienced before, and it was so easy to do in her new body! She could do this all the time now! Laurence moaned again and crossed her eyes, driving her mouth down further onto her cock and sucking with her drooling mouth.

Distantly, beyond the primary sensations of having a cock in her mouth and having a mouth on her cock, she realized the door to the suite had been opened. She whimpered, her throat full of cock, because she knew she had fucked up. Here she was fucking herself when she had been turned into a woman! She should have at least waited until Rob got here so he could fuck her himself.

Wait—what?

Laurence shook her head, and as her gaze settled on a wide-eyed Rob standing in the open doorway, her cock slipped from her mouth and a deep sense of shame was setting in. Though her cock jerked and swayed under her spread hands, as she fumbled with her boxer shorts and searched around for her tank top, she ignored the need to finish and covered herself shamefully.

Fuck. Now Rob was here. He was still standing in the doorway—she must have really shocked him! Laurence bit off a giggle and flattened her tank top against the wide curve of her chest.

What on Earth was she going to tell him, Laurence thought, as she watched him take one small step into the living room and let the door close softly behind him. How was she going to break it to him that the beautiful, half-naked woman who had been sucking her own cock ten seconds ago was actually a man, was his male roommate? Laurence covered her breasts with one arm, feeling her erect nipples pressing against the material. Her boxers rode up high around the curve of her thighs, but she was more concerned with covering the visible lump of her tiny dick and heavy balls with her other arm. Rob gave her a small, uncertain smile, his nostrils flaring as he no doubt smelled the tangy musk of her seed spread across the room.

Laurence, not knowing what to say, gave him a small smile in return. Her heart thrummed in her chest, too afraid to admit the embarrassing secret. She was totally supposed to be a dude, for God’s sake! His weird toy had turned her into a girl! A woman! She opened her mouth, trying to find the courage to say it out loud, but each time she looked into Rob’s dark blue eyes, her thoughts trickled out of her little head. She blushed and lowered her gaze, trying to calm her racing heart. What on God’s green Earth was going on? She didn’t have to be nervous! She knew Rob was going to support her, and vow to help her find a way to be a man again. He was a gentleman like that!

Her breath hitched, her mouth fell open as Rob stepped forward, and then he asked with the utmost politeness:

“Is Larry here?”

***** ***** *****

3.

“Is Larry here?”

The ringing wrongness of her name shook her out of her arousal. Laurence curled herself up on the couch, making sure to cover her crotch and her nipples modestly, and doing her best to cover her generous cleavage. In her oversized tank top, her breasts hung loose and heavy, her nipples erect.

She realized that she wasn’t going to be able to tell Rob the truth. She imagined standing next to him—so much shorter than him now, since he was always a perfect height for basketball players—and saying the words. It’s me, Laurence. I am a man. The dildo turned me into a woman! It sounded so ridiculous that she knew it wasn’t even worth it to try. Rob would never believe her. He would think it was some kind of silly prank, like he always did, as if people were constantly pranking him. No one had ever pranked Rob in all the years of his life, Laurence was sure of that.

Still, she had to say something. What had he asked? “Um, I don’t…”

“Larry,” Rob repeated, trying to hide his growing smile. “Is he here?”

Yes! It’s me! She wanted to shout, but buried the urge and shook her head meekly.

“No?”

“Uh uh,” she shook her head again, managing to squeak a quiet reply. She blushed under his gaze and averted her eyes. God, it would be so embarrassing if he discovered who she was!

Rob clucked to himself, looking around the room cautiously before he took another step forward. “So what, he just fucked you and high-tailed it outta here? In the middle of the day?”

Laurence shrugged, her cheeks heating at the implication. If that’s what he wanted to believe, then he could believe it, even if the thought of it made her flush.

“Well,” Rob pouted, looking mightily offended. “Ain’t that a shame. What a bastard.”

“Yeah,” Laurence laughed uncertainly, feeling defensive over herself. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and she certainly wasn’t a bastard! But she kept the thoughts to herself. She wrapped her arms around her shins, her chin resting on her knees as her breasts pressed against the front of her thighs. Her testicles had gotten caught between her thighs, but she ignored the pressure and waited to see what Rob would do next.

Rob smiled politely and cleared his throat, and then his expression froze for a moment as his eyes moved down to the coffee table. He quickly approached the table and the couch, startling Laurence, and picked up the empty cardboard box that had held the sex toy. “What is…did he open this. Did Larry open this?” he asked, looking squarely into Laurence’s eyes.

“I dunno,” she mumbled, turning away to look out the window at the parking lot beside the dorm hall. They had a subterranean dorm room, and the high windows looked out on the parking lot. Which meant they had been able to spend ample time snooping on the patterns of other students. Laurence remembered watching a group of six stumble back from the bars on Main St at two or three in the morning in late October, having finally found their way back to campus, and listening to herself, Rob, and Andy make ghost sounds to spook them into running away.

But…why was she even here if Heartwood didn’t allow co-ed rooms? Had Rob invited her?

No—fuck! She was a man, and this was still her room! She gasped, shocked that she could have forgotten so easily. God, how silly of her! Laurence blinked emptily a few times before her vision focused and she realized that Rob was moving about the suite.

“Larry?” he called, knocking on the wall as he walked down the central hallway. “Are you here? Are you hiding? I’m not mad that you took the dildo, man. I totally forgive you.” He walked into Laurence’s room at the end, narrowing his eyes when he looked at the pile of soiled boxers and jeans, and an otherwise empty room. Then he returned to her, looking awfully sincere. “Where did he go? Please tell me.”

“I don’t know.” She cleared her throat, trying to speak with a slightly lower voice without making it obvious. “Honestly.”

“Man, that sucks.” He collapsed into the couch beside Laurence, whose eyes widened as she discreetly tried to shift away from him. “You know, I bought this real sweet thing I wanted him to see, and he opens it, then up and steals it on me? So weird.”

“Yeah,” Laurence replied in a hoarse voice. She was trying her best to stay calm, but the heat of his body next to hers on the couch, the smell of his men’s shampoo and body wash improperly scrubbed against his genitals was driving her crazy! He didn’t even seem to notice, but her pussy was on fire beneath her chub of a cock.

“Do you, uh, need help with those?”

Laurence’s eyes focused, and she drew back with a gasp as she realized she had been leaning toward him. “What?” she breathed, meeting his gaze and making an odd noise as her stomach seemed to flutter.

“Sorry. Your nipples.” He laughed softly, obviously ashamed of himself, and gestured gently toward her chest, where her nipples were pressed hard against her tank top. She gasped and covered them with her hands, hunching her back slightly to hide the generous swell on her chest. As ridiculous as the situation was, Rob’s voice was gentle and nonjudgemental. “They look pretty hard. Would you like me to help? They’re obviously in need of some…attention…”

He nearly breathed the last word, his voice needy and tense, and Laurence shivered as it floated past her ear. Her tight brown curls fell in messy locks over her face, but she didn’t need to see to hear the desire in his voice, or feel the same in her body.

“You know, they say I know how to use my hands like a magician,” he bragged, and Laurence scowled good-naturedly. She knew types like this. Bigger than they knew what to do with and unable to harm a fly. “What do you say? Want a hand?”

Laurence was nearly writhing under the thrumming pleasure radiating from her breasts. She was fighting not to touch herself—it was so impolite to do that in front of others, but Rob had offered. She knew Rob was good with women, but he wasn’t a woman. He was a m-man! But she looked like a woman. Would Rob still want to be with her when he learned who she was? Would he hate her? Lord she needed to tell him, but she couldn’t find her voice. She felt as if it had been taken from her as she struggled to answer him. Should she invite him to grope his roommate? Fuck it. Why not?

“Touch meeee,” she groaned, and leaned her neck back in case he wanted to kiss her throat. He did, and leaned his head down to gently kiss her throat, moving downward from her jaw as his hands gripped her breasts through her shirt, holding them in his large hands before he squeezed his thumb and forefinger around her nipples. She cried out in ecstasy, putty beneath his hands, and then the guilt crashed down on her all over again.

“I—ahhh! Mmhhnnn…Wait! I—” And Rob stopped her mouth with a kiss.

Laurence moaned, nearly limp in his arms, before she regained her balance and clutched tighter onto him. She opened her mouth and let his tongue meet hers as he kissed her hungrily. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, and Laurence flushed pleasurably at the praise.

“Thank you,” she said with a shy giggle and a gasp. She leaned into him as he squeezed her sensitive nipples. His stubble rubbed against the skin of her face, lighting up the sensation wherever it touched. This was…perfect. It was…wrong? “I—no! Rob, I—mmmgg! Ahhh? Let me—nnnggghh…mmmnn…why does it feel so good?!”

“I told you, I’m a magician with my hands,” Rob smiled, kissing along her jaw as she continued to thrash beneath him. Her breasts shouldn’t have felt this sensitive, but every pull from his strong fingers, every squeeze of her heavy breasts, her nipples rubbing against his palms, made her body feel like Jell-o.

“But…I need…to tell you…nnngghh!” She was cut off by another pulse of energy in her core, forcing her to jerk her hips outward. Eventually, Rob moved over top of her, laying her down on the couch and setting his hips against hers. His hand rested on her knee for a moment, fingers running up her pale, hairless thigh, before he set his hand against her hip and pressed his groin against her slit.

“Oh, you left me—a secret,” Rob smiled as he thrust himself against her, his cock bumping up against her heavy balls ever so often, and she nodded with a little laugh.

He hadn’t been mad. In fact he seemed almost…happy to see them. Surprised, but happy. Laurence curled her knees toward her chest, digging her heels into Rob’s back as he continued to grind into her cunt. Lord, it felt so—good. She had never thought about men with any kind of lust before, of course. She wasn’t a homosexual. She liked women. She loved women—oh, well now these darned pronouns were making her sound like some kind of lesbian. She wasn’t that either! But now, looking at Rob’s focused, sapphire eyes; and the tense, braided movements of his muscles; and the gleam of sweat on his tanned skin; now she wasn’t so sure what she was. She may have been stuck in a woman’s body now—one, albeit, that felt pretty good—but that didn’t mean she had to like men now, right?

“Ugh, wait,” she groaned, and had to stop herself from begging him not to stop when his pace slowed.

“What is it?” he asked, holding himself above her with his strong, thick arms. Laurence tried to subtly shift her head sideways until she felt it nestle against his arm. She bit her lip and smiled up at him despite herself. His mischievous, boyish features and his long, sloping nose smirked down at her, but he didn’t look annoyed. With one hand, his fingers traced the curve of her breasts, and she shivered under the delicate touch. Why did her skin have to feel so good?

“I need…I need to tell you something,” Laurence murmured. She batted her long, dark eyelashes up at Rob. She didn’t want to ruin this moment, the feeling of peace and security that had passed over her as she lay beneath his large, warm body. Would telling him destroy everything that they had now? What did they even have now?

Her small, full lips pursed as she thought hard about the correct decision. She needed help, that much was clear. She had to get her body back or whatever. She had—she was supposed to be a boy. She was supposed to have little boobies instead of big boobies. Her delicate, feminine jawline pointed upwards as she stared at the ceiling in thought. She had to make sure she remembered every little thing that had changed about her body. Laurence slid her hands up her abdomen in a soothing gesture, shivering as her fingertips brushed against the tiny fuzzy hairs covering her tummy. Her pussy thrummed and squeezed shut once, and she watched Rob’s mouth move silently, entranced by every movement of his, until she came back into focus and heard him calling her.

“Hello? Earth to sexy? Oh, hi, you’re awake. Sorry, I don’t know your name. You kind of floated off there for a while. You…you wanted to tell me something?”

Laurence giggled shyly beneath him, shivering every time his solid arms brushed against her sides. She really had floated off thinking about how to tell him she was his roommate, his male roommate. It’s me, Laurence. I’m a man, even though I look like a girl. “It’s so ridiculous!” she laughed, and when she realized she had spoken aloud, she burst into giggles and couldn’t seem to stop.

“Huh?” Rob asked, and Laurence snorted as she saw his confused face. She stuck a trembling finger into the corner of his mouth and pulled it upwards, snickering at the silly face it made. “What do you mean, ‘ridiculous’?”

“It means you won’t believe it!” Laurence scoffed, and shook her head to keep herself from laughing too much. “I mean it, stop! You’re making me laugh!”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re so close. It’s making me laugh!” Laurence leaned backward into the couch as Rob lowered his head to look directly into her eyes. She slid her eyes away, feeling a hot blush painting her cheeks, and pushed her weak hands against his chest as she tried furiously to pull the muscles of her mouth into a frown. She could feel his firm pectoral muscles beneath his shirt, and his breath hot and damp on her neck. Her eyelids closed slowly, and then they fluttered as she inhaled deeply and she looked up into his eyes. “I…I’m scared to tell you.” Her voice finally slid back down to a slightly less girly register. Now she sounded kind of like one of those moody goth girls. She always thought those girls were so sexy.

“You don’t have to be scared,” Rob said, looking genuinely hurt. Laurence felt guilty that she hadn’t trusted him, but she still felt self-conscious about telling him she was actually a boy. But then he smiled, one corner of his mouth moving slower than the rest, and she melted under his gaze. “At least tell me your name.”

“I…mmmgg…umm, what?” she asked, trying desperately to focus, feeling her smile returning and trying to shove it down.

“Tell me your name,” Rob whispered, and the words sent tremors through her trembling thighs. She gasped as he slid a hand underneath her small body, and her breath was cut off as he kissed her again.

She nearly fainted into his kiss, and he had to hold her head up from underneath. Her lips opened to him immediately, responding almost automatically to his hungry tongue. “I—” she she struggled through a filled mouth, but broke into a squeal when he pressed his thumb against her bare nipple. He pressed down, down down into her breast until she squirmed and groaned against the pressure, and then released. As her breast returned to its normal shape, he grasped her nipple and squeezed tightly. Then he pulled it toward his chest, and Laurence arched her back beneath him. “Ahhhnn! I—f-f-fuck!”

“Your name, gorgeous.” Rob spoke low and needy next to her ear, and Laurence released tiny moans as she gasped for breath. How was he so good at this? He had never used this voice around her before, and it was making her feel crazy. It was soft, and deep, and…why was she starting to feel like a possession? Wasn’t that…a bad thing?

…

Her name. She needed to give him her name. Her real—did she know something feminine enough to pass? Something like Laur…Laur…

She shook her head.

…

Laurence!

She needed to tell him what had happened to her! Had she…had she…almost forgotten her name? She whined feeling as if her stomach was filling with a thick black goo, making her feel nauseous and bloated. She thought she was about to die, that she had reached the end. It passed as all her memories returned, a disgusting amalgamation of stress and guilt and fear fading quickly away into nothing, leaving a warm fuzziness in its wake.

That was…all right. Those feelings had been leaving her nearly hysterical with dread, and it felt really bad. She was glad she had been able to take those feelings away. That made it easier for her to tell him the truth, even if he was distracted by her beautiful curves and her perfect breasts. She needed to tell him, after all. He needed to fix this! “I—mmnchh—mmnnnghh?! I—ha-ahhhh! I-I’m a—?”

Every thrust of Rob’s hips against her dripping cunt forced an obscene noise from her lips, making it harder and harder for her to tell him with her words that she was a m-man. N-no, that wasn’t right. Not quite. It was almost as if…she told him she had been turned into a boy? Her body was all big when it should have been small and dainty? She looked down and saw with some surprise that she still had her breasts and her feminine curves, and her pussy. Sure, it was hidden beneath her long, smooth cock, but that was normal! So she hadn’t been turned into a boy?

She had been turned into a girl?

She moaned and whimpered in ecstasy beneath Rob’s attention, her body hot and roiling as she tried to think. It was so…hard…with this…fog. So she was a man…trapped in a g-girl’s body. It sounded absurd, but she knew—she knew—that it was true. She was a man. She was a wo—mmppphh! Mm—uhh. Nuhh—mmmboyy—boy! Sh-He was a boy! A big strong boy! And his name was—

“Lauren—taahhh?! Nnnghh—esss?” She was trying, she was trying! It was so hard when he was kissing her and it felt like his mouth was on fire and he wanted more! “Laur—ehhhiieee!” Fuck! He was twisting her nipples and they felt soo good. She felt his teeth on her throat, his tongue close to her jugular like he was an animal about to strike, and it felt like heaven. Her cunt was wet and hot and clenching desperately, and her cock was erect, pushing against his stomach. Sh—sh—heeee…he knew it! He hadn’t forgotten it! His name!

Laur—iieee!” No. “Lorr—ehhiinnn. No! “Lorr—mmnnnghh raiinnn!”

No! Almost! Shh—He almost had it! It was just…so…

“Aiii! Yesss!” She was coming. Her words became nothing more than high-pitched sounds. Her hips thrust wildly into Rob’s crotch, but he didn’t seem to move at all. First the heat overtook her pussy, her clitoris swelling and her walls slamming together around nothing. Higher…she was almost…but at least he knew his—

Laurence.

“Lorraine?” Rob asked, his own cock hard and pressing against his sweatpants.

She screamed and arched her back so far, Rob had to grab onto her waist to keep his balance when her cock spasmed and she came. “Yesssss!” Her semen shot in thick bursts out of her massive shaft as her balls roiled and gushed forth, splattering against the ceiling and the window, and Rob’s stomach, and her stomach. Her breaths came in ragged, exhausted gasps, and her head lolled to the side as he slowly lowered her limp body back onto the couch.

He wasn’t even going to keep going until he came! She could see his throbbing erection peeking out of his waistband as he sat at the opposite end of the couch, but he stuffed it back into his pants with a smile, smoothing his mustache and winking when he saw she was staring at him. That was…that was…!

“So were your parents kind of old-fashioned-like? Groovy.”

“What?” she asked, eyes widened. What did he mean by that? Sure, her parents had been shocked when they saw she had non-typical genitals, but they did their best when they raised—

‘‘Lorraine.’ Kind of an old-lady name, don’t you think? Andy! Don’t you think Lorraine is kind of old-fashioned? Oh! Like the…like the guy’s mom in Back to the Future! Tell me you know what I’m talking about!”

Realizing quite suddenly he was talking to someone else, Lorraine pulled herself against the end of the couch, her knees pressed as firmly to her chest as her breasts allowed. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her entire body flushing with embarrassment as she locked eyes with Andy in front of the closed door. He still wore his coat, held five steaming pizza boxes in his hands. His eyes were massive in his long, lanky face, his eyebrows quivering in shock and horror…and maybe a little bit of religious shame. She knew he was Catholic. And—Lord, he didn’t even know. He was staring as Rob lounged half-hard on one side of the couch, while she—she sat naked except for her boxers around her knees, her cute, smooth ass dripping with her own cum. And he didn’t even know she was his roommate. She had all but fucked Rob and she had been turned into a woman, and Andy didn’t even recognize her.

He was staring at her, his mouth half open…and he had…he had…cum…on his lip. He had a drop of semen on his mouth—he stood under a stain on the ceiling and he…his tongue moved…it licked—he licked the cum off his lip and his tongue disappeared and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed…he swallowed it.

“I—pizza—Larry…oh sweet Lord!”

Andy covered his terrified, acne-scarred face with one hand and dropped the boxes on the floor with as much grace as he could in his panic. Then he held up both hands and backed up, reaching blindly for the handle of the door without even turning his back on the room. “Ohh, no!” he groaned as he stumbled through the door and ran loudly down the hall and up the stairs to the exit.

“Andy?” Lorraine asked, wondering why he had run off. But the door was shut and the sound of his footsteps had faded away. She curled her legs beneath her on the couch, letting out just a small moan when situating her cock on her legs, and taking deep breaths as it softened and retreated within her body again. Her mind traveled back a few moments to find out what had upset Andy so much. Was he shy about sex? That might have been it. Lorraine giggled and continued flicking through her memories until she heard him say a name.

“Larry…pizza—there’s the pizza—and then Larry? Is that…?” Lorraine ran a hand through her curly pixie cut as she thought hard, and then smiled and cried, “Oh! My name?” She forgot again! She laughed and rocked in her place contentedly. They called her Larry because her name was Laurence! Her name was Lorraine now because she had been turned into a girl, but she needed to remember that when she was a boy, her name was Laurence. And she needed to tell Rob that she wasn’t actually a girl, that she had been turned into a girl but she used to be a boy, and she also used to be his roommate Laurence. So she was actually a boy even though she looked like a girl. It wasn’t that hard if she worked really hard to remember it.

She just needed to tell him that she was actually a boy and her name wasn’t really Lorraine. There was plenty she knew about him to convince him. She turned to face him on the couch, batting her eyelashes seriously, and when he realized she wanted to speak his face fell into the sweetest, most interested expression she could imagine. He obviously cared about what she had to say. “I…my name…Larry…”

“You know, it is strange that you have such similar names!” he exclaimed, sitting forward as if he had come to a profound realization. Then he smiled and raised his eyebrows to ask for validation. “No? Lorraine, Laurence? Laurence, Lorraine? Kind of similar.”

“Maybe,” Lorraine mumbled as she sat up and pulled her boxers shyly over her hips, and tucking her cock inside. She didn’t know where she had thrown her tank top, finding nothing as her eyes quickly searched the floor, but at least her bottom half was covered.

“I don’t really recognize you,” he said, and then held up a finger as he stood up to grab a tin from his backpack. Lorraine recognized it as his weed tin. He never kept loose marijuana on his person, but he always had a tin full of blunts to get him through the day when things weren’t going his way. He opened it and raised one of the white cylinders to show it off to her, and snapped the tin closed. “Do you go to college here? Premium.”

He never stinted on the quality of his drugs. It was rather amazing he and Lorraine got along as roommates so well, since she was so much more concerned with her health, and her education.

Lorraine harrumphed, her arms crossed, and turned her nose up to it. Then she relaxed slightly, and turned back to look up at him. Would most students accept free weed? Would she give herself away if she refused? Would he know there was only one person who wouldn’t want to get high with him, even if she wasn’t a boy anymore? He wouldn’t help her if she wasn’t nice to him, so maybe she had to get high with him.

“Oh gosh,” she said, blushing at how modestly she said it. Then she reached out and took the blunt Rob handed to her, leaning toward her as he lit it carefully and stared into her eyes.

The airflow in the basement was so bad that students could pretty much smoke whatever they wanted without being caught, as long as the RA had been adequately paid his “hush money”. Lorraine breathed in slowly, letting the sour, skunk-thick smoke swirl around in her lungs before exhaling directly in Rob’s face. He smiled, and after several more puffs, she finally set the blunt in his outstretched hand. Her eyes watered and her throat burned from the smoke, but at the same time she felt a growing tingling in her brain.

“I’m…um…I’m a student.” She had to convince him she was a student here, before she could tell him the truth. He already thought her name was Lorraine, which she thought might be enough to keep him off the trail for some time. Maybe he really was smitten with her. He certainly looked like the type who might be, and he had known how to pleasure her…really well.

“Sure. You’ve convinced me.” Rob did not sound convinced, but he laughed all the same.

“I am,” Lorraine insisted with more gumption, because it was technically true. Laurence was a student at Heartwood, and she…she was…also Laurence? “I swear I’m not lying!”

“Okay, okay!” he said with a laugh. “It’s not my fault you’ve got a name like Lorraine and you look like a chick out of Golden Age Hollywood! Don’t fly off the handle, now! I don’t even care whether you’re a student or not. Don’t make no difference to me.”

“I what?” she asked, failing to comprehend the entirety of his statement when she heard the word Hollywood. As she struggled to figure out what he meant, he paused, looked down at her, and cocked his head.

“Lorraine, you’re wickedly beautiful. Like, I feel insane I’m even talking to you, kind of beautiful. You are looking so good. I—I think you turned out so well.”

“I turned out what?” she asked breathlessly. It was…a strange way to say it?

“Lorraine, I just met you, and I think I might be in love with you. You—you make me feel like I’m losing my mind, just being around you. I hope whatever it was you had with Laurence, it didn’t mean a lot, because I…I want to be with you.”

It was…so much to admit so soon. Her chest filled with flapping pigeons anyway, the tickles and tangles of attraction spreading through her. This was far too fast. She was…she was his roommate, and he didn’t even know! She was supposed to be a boy, which made this whole thing…gay! She covered her face with her tiny hands as she blushed again. She didn’t want to be gay! That was…that was…how was it gay again? Lorraine lifted her head and stared confusedly at Rob. He was obviously a man. And when she looked down at herself, she looked like a girl. Boys and—men and g-girls being together wasn’t gay. It all made logical sense, and still Lorraine felt like she was missing something really big and gay.

She was staring it in the face. She knew it was right in front of her, waiting for her to notice, but she was simply unable to see it. She looked like a fool. She felt like a fool. “I’m missing something, Robbie,” she sighed, and giggled.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but her vision had unfocused again and she stared straight ahead as she became lost in thought. She still thought something wasn’t adding up, and it shouldn’t have been so difficult to see. Why wasn’t this making sense? She shifted impatiently and grumbled to herself. Everything on her felt right, and everything on him looked right. But still she was missing a major piece of the puzzle, almost as if she wasn’t able to sense the way her body was able to change.

Everything made sense, and Lorraine went over it again and again. Of course Rob didn’t know yet, and he wouldn’t know for quite awhile if she had any say about it. She wasn’t ready to tell him, was hiding the fact that she…that she…

“Larry.”

Lorraine was ripped from her reverie as the name passed his lips, and her eyes shot to his. She expected him to look shocked, or guilty, or at least apologetic, but he only looked evenly at her as she gasped. Then gave a small, knowing smile and leaned back in the couch. He…he knew! He knew, and he hadn’t said anything until now! He knew Laurence was her real name, from when she had been a boy.

“You knew?” she asked, horrified. Did he figure it out? Did he know the whole time? What did that mean…that he planned this? He planned for her to grow a huge dick?…for…no…for her to become a girl and also grow a huge dick! Was it his fault? Was it his fault that she was…was…

“How long have you known? Known about…Laurence?”

“Known about Laurence? Oh, I see what you mean. I’ve known Laurence for quite a few years now, but it’s Lorraine who I…just met today.” Rob was so level-headed that he threatened to spread it to Lorraine. She blushed when he used her name, despite herself. He was being smart with her, teasing her because she was having a hard time remembering everything about herself.

“Listen,” she said shortly, unwilling to take any more nonsense. “I know that I’m supposed to be a boy, right?”

“Right.”

“So I know that. I know I should be a boy, even though I’m a girl right now. See?”

“I can see,” Rob said with a definite smirk.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and kicked her leg out at his large form on the couch. He laughed and blocked her foot with his large hands, and after a moment she retreated again. “Listen. So even though my name is Lorraine because I’m a girl, I know it’s supposed to be Lar—Larry. L-a-u-r-e-n-c-e.” She spelled out the name to make her point, to remind him that she knew, since he apparently also knew.

“Very cute,” he said as if talking to a child.

“I beg your pardon?” Lorraine asked, and kicked out toward him again, more offended than last time.

“I just mean I think you’re really cute,” he said, holding up his hands and laughing. “I hoped maybe you’d open the damned box without me, and maybe you’d put it in your ass where it’s supposed to go! I didn’t think you’d—what, put it on? You already had a cock, man. You liked having two?” Lorraine whimpered, unable to escape what felt like endless questions. “I mean, you did get a sweet boypussy out of the deal. That cock is huge! And on that body, your cunt always wet beneath it? I wasn’t expecting a cock to play with this weekend, but yours looks so delicious, maybe I can forgive you.”

“Nooo,” Lorraine moaned, pulling away from him as she felt her core tingling from the compliments. It was his fault, not hers! He had done this to her! She hated how good he made her feel, how he made it seem like she had nothing to worry about. He was taking her life from her! She used to be Laurence, and now she was Lorraine, and he wasn’t worried at all! “What’s happening to me?”

“I think your brain is just trying to catch up to your body. It’s all right, sweetie. Can I call you Laurie?” She lay restlessly against the couch and shook her head as he spoke, even as he scooted closer to her and set his hand comfortingly on her thigh. “You’re going to be all right. There’s really nothing at all to worry about. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

“Okay,” Lorraine said slowly. He did sound sure of himself, and that made him more likely to be telling the truth. He had known the whole time, but maybe he had been looking out for her when he did it, when he…when he…

Would he tell her a lie?

“You said you…you love me?” she asked, remembering what he had said with disbelief.

“I love you so much, Laurie,” Rob said, looking surprised that she had even asked. Was it…she guessed it was kind of silly to question something like that.

She shook her head, blinking through the thick fog surrounding her, and held up her hand. “But…that’s gay…”

“Oh, Laurie,” Rob laughed, and rubbed her smooth legs comfortingly. “But you’re a woman. Believe me, I swing both ways, but we are definitely not gay. Even with that cute little dick of yours.” He reached out and tickled the nub of her cock, and she kicked out with giggles, despite her best efforts. It just felt too good, and Rob made it feel so good when he was explaining things to her.

“I’m not…gay?” she asked. This was really confusing her.

“I dunno, you might be, Lorraine. But I think what really matters is you’re happy. Right?” Rob tipped up her chin to look into her eyes, and his thumb traced a delicate line along her jaw. She melted under his gaze, unsure what she was even worried about in the first place. He was always so good at making her feel like she had no cares in the world, and this time she didn’t even have any to forget about! She smiled up into his eyes and reached up to pull his head closer. She had no idea why she had forgotten how beautiful his tall, masculine body was, but she vowed to never forget again.

“Are you happy?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her smile. She could feel him inching closer to her, his hands tracing up the curve of her body, and she knew she should refuse. She should try to hide her growing smile, and remind him that she wasn’t actually a girl. He definitely already knew, the scoundrel, but Lorraine thought he could use a lesson or two in civility. Of course she was happy, but he didn’t have to know about it yet.

“Laurie,” he whined, and poked her in the ribs as he pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked and fought weakly for a moment until he held down her arms and nuzzled her chest. “You haven’t told me if you’re happy!”

She couldn’t help giggling as he tickled the skin beneath her breasts, and then moved upwards to gently kiss her neck. “It’s L-Laurence! Ahh! You already know that!”

“Happy happy happyhappyhappy,” Rob mumbled playfully into the soft skin between her breasts, and she swatted him away with a gentle slap.

“Yes I’m happy!” she squeaked, and laughed when he finally ceased tickling her chest to kiss her eagerly. She could—aaiiihhh! She could teach him to use the right name. He would definitely listen when she asked him to do that. She would help him remember that she wasn’t actually a girl…and her name was—wasn’t Laur—Lorraine. Right now he was just really horny, and—well, so was she. She didn’t think she saw a problem with friends helping each other out with problems like that. It was…unconventional, but if Rob was really having a hard time, then wasn’t it her job to help relieve him of that feeling?

Rob giggled and kissed her throat, and Lorraine shuddered at the feeling of the light stubble on his jaw. He dragged his rough cheek up her neck and let his lips catch her earlobe. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out in shock before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and gently set his teeth against the velvety cartilage. She squirmed and pulled away, but he kept pace with her and kept his mouth on her ear, his nose breathing heavily beside her, the tiny hairs of her face damp with aspiration. When she stopped moving, and didn’t dare calling for help from anyone nearby, he released his hold on her earlobe and smiled kindly as he cradled her head.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, and she moaned beneath him, her legs trembling as her tired cock twitched to life again.

“Mmm—oooohhh,” she moaned, her voice catching somewhere deep in her throat. It almost sounded like…Lorraine giggled and imagined herself on all fours quickly. She almost sounded like a little cow!

“Mmmmnnghh!” she moaned again as she clamped her mouth shut and tried not to laugh. It was so immodest for her to make noises like that! But it felt wonderful when she did, as if her voice was connected straight to her pussy.

“Such a good girl, and so beautiful,” Rob murmured. He was…so kind…to say so. Lorraine blushed, feeling his beautiful eyes on her as she grew more aroused. He knew she loved when he called her those things, and she loved watching his handsome face soften the more she stared at him. He could look so powerful and strong, but when he looked at her, she knew he loved her. He would do anything for her, and she was so thankful for him.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he whispered into her ear, and she moaned with pleasure. She felt cum dripping from her cunt, and continued grinding her hips toward where his crotch hovered above hers. “I think Larry would be proud, don’t you, Lorraine?”

Lorraine contorted her face in a mask of confusion and waning ecstasy. Wasn’t Larry…but she…she was a…not—a—girl? Lorraine gasped, her chest and breasts tense, and then breathed a sigh of relief as she realized it was only temporary. She was supposed to be a boy, but she actually was a girl—only until they figured out how to change her back. Then Lorraine wouldn’t be a girl anymore, but that would be right, because she wasn’t actually a girl, even though she looked a lot like a girl right now.

Everything was turning out perfectly.

***** ***** *****

4.

“Look, Andy even brought us pizza! I say we should watch a movie.” Rob extricated himself from Lorraine’s limbs several minutes later, and got off the couch to fetch the warm boxes from the floor in front of the television. Then he turned and his eyes met hers, and he smiled warmly. “You want to?”

Lorraine smiled and patted the spot beside her. It was a lot more fun with Rob this way than it ever had been before. He smiled and set the boxes on the coffee table before sitting close beside her, his eyes lingering on her face. Lorraine felt herself sinking deeper into a contented daze every time she looked at his endless blue eyes. They were like the night sky, when tendrils of sunlight still dyed the sky the most royal blue as it filled with twinkling stars, and she kind of wanted to look into them forever.

With a giggle, she managed to pull her gaze away from him and reached forward to open the top box. The red and white cover was already darkened with grease in the middle, to her distaste, but she flipped it open and breathed in the scent of melted cheese and crust. Her stomach turned slightly at the scent of the pepperoni and sausage, and she wrinkled her nose, but she reached forward anyway and pulled a large triangle from the round, picking off the pepperoni and holding them in her hand. Then she looked up at Rob from the corner of her eye and couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“What?” he asked, cocking his head and shaking his head confusedly.

Lorraine laughed and shifted her ass into the couch as she turned and held one slice of pepperoni in her hand, hanging it slightly above his nose as if she were teasing him. He looked up at it, then down at her, before his lips curled into a smirk and he raised his body slightly to pull the meat into his mouth with his tongue. Lorraine’s eyes widened as she gasped, and then Rob took her wrist, sucking the grease off her fingertips.

“Ohh, wow,” she breathed, and then pushed back against him with a laugh as he tried to pull her body underneath his. She was having fun, but now she was hungry!

All that changing had made her tired, and she wanted to eat dinner more than anything. As she successfully fought Rob off and he settled back into a supportive position beside her, she raised the pizza to her lips and took her first bite. It tasted better than it should have—oh yeah, she had gotten high with him! Food did always taste better those few times she had smoked before. As she came to that realization, her high began to set in, and she leaned backward almost involuntarily, nestling her head in the crook of Rob’s shoulder, his arm raised on the couch behind her. Her head tingled pleasantly, her nipples were bare and erect, her cunt was wet and warm—

She sat up quickly, shaking her head. Gosh, she was so horny! As she tried to reorient herself and push the feelings back down so they only simmered, fat grew slowly in her breasts and ass, pushing her legs slightly further apart until her thighs expanded as well. She bit into the pizza again and moaned as the tiny rolls around her abdomen grew thicker, and her belly pushed slightly outward. Her entire body felt wonderful: alive, supple, soft. She knew—she knew that she shouldn’t feel so good. She was a man, even if she was stuck as a woman right now. Well, maybe it wasn’t too bad to just enjoy it while it felt good, right? It wasn’t her fault she felt this way, and it wasn’t like it made her gay or anything.

Lorraine rubbed her sensitive belly as she continued eating, watching distantly as Rob got up to put in a movie, and then she curled up in his arms as she watched the opening credits against a painted background. “What is it?” she murmured. She didn’t recognize the movie.

“Just watch, baby,” he spoke into her hair, which fell in long strands over her eyes. It was scarcely a pixie cut anymore, but seemed to demand sticking to the style. She snuggled into his chest, finishing a second slice of pizza and watching as colors blurred on the small screen. They were supposed to be characters, but she could only see blurs, and then she realized her eyes were completely unfocused.

She giggled, and then her mouth fell open as Rob’s arm reached around her left side and moved downward. Lorraine held her breath as his fingers traced like a whisper down the swell of her breast, before he stopped around her nipple and gently squeezed it.

“Rob,” she moaned quietly, unsure whether she wanted to lean into him or pull away. It was starting to confuse her, trying to remember that she was actually a man even though she felt so much more like a woman. It would have been so much easier to admit she was a girl, but she knew she needed to hold on. Maybe…maybe Rob would help? She moaned again as he squeezed harder. “Ohh…can you help me remember?”

“Remember what, Laurie?”

Lorraine shook her head, feeling sluggish and warm. “N-no. Not Laurie. Lorrain—Lorrai…LaurENCE. Mmm, you need to help m-me remember I’m a m-mmmann…” She couldn’t stop herself from letting her m’s lengthen. The sound of it vibrating her vocal cords felt good in her tummy, but she needed Rob to make sure she didn’t forget. “Do you mm—understand?”

“I’m not sure I quite understand, Laurie. What do you mean you’re a man?”

“You know I’m a man!” Lorraine cried, tense and anxious as she pushed away his hand from her nipple. “You did this to me!”

Rob raised his arms in exasperation, obviously not understanding her. But it was so simple! She looked like a girl now, and sounded like one, and felt like one, and thought of herself as one, but she knew that before this she had been a boy! She had been La—Laur—Laurence! She was supposed to be a man, but she had been turned into a girl, and now she had a girl’s name too. But she had to remember her boy’s name. Luckily they were really similar, so she should have an easy time remembering!

“Ugh, I’m your roommate, Robbie. I put that strap-on over my stupid little cock and it made me into a girl. We need to call the company in the morning and figure out how to turn mm-me back!” She felt clear for a moment, as if the fog had lifted, and…and sh-he was starting to remember…

And then her head filled up with cotton and she moaned in pleasure when Rob grabbed both her nipples and pinched them tightly. Her hips thrust blindly forward and sent her erection bobbing, her balls pressing down heavily against her clit. Her modest breasts, which fit neatly into Rob’s hands, swelled beneath his attention. “Mmm—ohhh fuck!” she cried, laughing with the pure ecstasy of the moment. “Harder, Robbie. Please! Oh! Mmm—oooohh! Mooo000!”

As Lorraine jerked and orgasmed from only her nipples being touched, she lowed sensually. Rob loosened his grip on her breasts, releasing her nipples as she spasmed with aftershocks, and lay her gently on his lap. Her cock throbbed, coated in her semen, and the walls of her pussy trembled in anticipation of more. She pressed her head back against the prominent erection beneath his pants and shivered, as he slowly stroked her hair and smiled down at her. “Watch the movie, Laurie, baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Lorraine could feel her body relaxing as the pleasure that had taken over her body began to fade. It didn’t disappear—it never disappeared, but at least it was manageable now. She could get back to…the movie! She blinked up at the television and watched the pretty colors, the cute animation, the adorable animals. Was she watching The Fox and the Hound? She let her head fall to the side, reaching up to scratch the side of her head as she watched. The sides of her head had begun to ache at small points, and it was starting to make her entire head hurt. She groaned and buried her head beneath Rob’s arm, rubbing her face against his shirt as she tried to distract herself from the growing pain. She kicked her leg out in discomfort, and her ass swelled again.

“I know, baby,” Rob said soothingly, and Lorraine took a long, deep breath at the sound of his voice. As her eyes flickered closed every once in awhile, not even the movie able to hold her attention now that she was crashing. But why…why did it hurt so much?

“Robbie, it hurts,” she whimpered, gasping as two hard points pressed out from the sides of her head, from her skull. They were only bumps, and then small mounds, and then Lorraine cried out as the points sharpened and pierced through the thick skin of her scalp, and tiny horns pressed out from the sides of her head. “Oh my—muh—moooo!”

Small trails of blood leaked from where the skin had been torn, and Lorraine’s head felt heavier. She rubbed her head against Rob’s chest, itching the tiny points of horn which had burst out of her head. They were only bumps now, invisible beneath her overgrown, voluminous pixie cut. Rob gently stroked her head to comfort her, but he did not press his fingers through her hair to find out what had sprouted from her head. Instead, he turned Lorraine’s face up to his, smiled, and kissed her gently before turning her back to the television.

“Watch the movie, Laurie,” he murmured in her ear.

Lorraine giggled, leaning into his chest as she turned back to the animated movie in front of her. She knew she had been in a lot of pain, and her head still hurt a little bit, but now that she was engrossed in the fox’s story, it didn’t bother her so much anymore. As she curled her legs beneath her body, more deposits of fat began to form on her body—first her soft, flat stomach; then her ass, hips, thighs, and arms. Her breasts, still relatively small and delicate on her narrow chest, swelled. As her nipples hardened, and she absently thrust her hips forward once, and her breasts doubled in weight. She thought her breasts had been full and large before, but she had known nothing at all. What had once been the body of a slender, flat young woman had quickly become a curvy, full-bodied woman with tiny white horns just visible above her hair.

But Lorraine lounged unaware of her latest changes, or perhaps any of her changes at all. Her rounder body and full breasts sat warm and healthy on her thick-boned frame, and her body tingled, alive and sensitive, with a constant pleasure. She tucked her arm around her breasts, pushing her chest forward slightly when she felt her skin drag against her nipples. Then, as her pussy thrummed hot and wet between her legs, she inhaled a sharp, surprised little breath and covered her mouth.

“Oh my gosh,” she said quietly, realizing how…horny she was getting. She shifted her larger ass and stifled a moan.

It was the weed. It must have been the weed. It always made her aroused when she smoked, and she had accepted some of Rob’s! In front of him! She could feel her clit, swollen and hot with blood, pressing against her balls as it peeked just out past her lips, and it felt incredible.

She couldn’t do this now! She was with Rob, and he—he was…Lorraine looked up at Rob, staring at his pale eyelashes and the small birthmark under his jaw. He was…come on, she knew this! What was he to her? She furrowed her eyebrows, trying really hard to remember how she knew Rob. Then he caught her staring and met her gaze, and she lost herself in his eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. Those gemstones of perfect hue. He was…he was…so beautiful. Wasn’t he? Hadn’t she always thought so? Only she had never said anything because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship?

But that didn’t stop her from feeling her pussy throb with need every time she saw his face. Why did she let him cuddle her so often if she knew how it made her feel? They weren’t even dating! She…she had never gotten the courage to ask him? Why did that sound so…right?

As Lorraine continued to watch the movie, her eyes grew distant. The shapes on screen blurred and the individual voices turned to a comforting drone. Rob continued to stroke her head in a slow, even line, occasionally rubbing his thumb against the base of her skull, which made her head feel weightless and wonderful. Eventually, his hand slipped further and further down, until he reached forward over her shoulder and began to massage her breast again. It felt different now, heavy and tender as the fat jiggled, and Lorraine gasped as he pinched and twisted her nipple.

He continued to play with her breasts, using both hands as he drove her nearly to another orgasm. She resisted, squirming and moaning as little as possible on top of him as she tried not to show how turned on she was.

The tips of Lorraine’s ears lengthened slowly, pulling away from her head as they turned outward. Soft, ruddy hairs spread up from the base and quickly covered her outstretched ears in a layer of short fur. She yawned and rubbed one ear with her shoulder as it itched, and shook her head when her ears popped and her hearing cleared significantly. The short, clipped nails on her fingers and toes thickened and hardened. Dark brown crept up the length of the keratin, until it looked almost as if she had painted her nails. As her nose widened slightly, the skin softened to a velvety texture and lightened to a rosy pink hue. Lorraine flared her nostrils as she moved with Rob’s attention to her breasts. Patches of her hair, unevenly across her entire scalp, began to lighten. The brown faded to dusty white splotches, and one of her irises cracked and faded to a pale bluey-grey.

Lorraine rubbed her thick, heavy tongue against her flat teeth and the roof of her mouth. “Ohh, Robbie,” she moaned, but her tongue got in the way and made it sound more like, “Ohh, Lrab-bhayy.” Her long, cow-like ears twitched, and she groaned as her horns grew out again, creaking and popping as they did so.

“Oh, oh fuck!” Rob gasped with pain, squirming beneath her and lifting her head up to stop her horn from piercing the flesh of his thigh. “Oh golly, Laurie, you really scared me for a minute there! Gotta be careful with those.”

“Huh?” Laurie asked sleepily, shaken out of her reverie of pleasure. Her head lolled heavily from side to side as she struggled to hold up the new weight and balance it on her neck. Dazed, and starting to get dizzy, Lorraine sat up, then raised her arms to hold her head still. When she was taken off guard by her large, furry ears sticking out from the side of her head, she felt a fuzzy heat rising in her gut as she tried to remember what exactly was wrong.

“Your horns, baby. You have to be careful not to stab me with them, silly.”

“My what?” she asked, already moving her fingers up from the base of her ears and freezing when she felt the smooth, cool texture of bone protruding from the sides of her head. “H-horns?” That was—wrong. Wasn’t it?

Before she could decide for sure, she bent over in pain and groaned as her spine thrummed to life and grew. First a single bone, pressing coyly against the top of her buttocks, followed swiftly by three more vertebrae until a tiny, thrashing tail burst from above her ass and she moaned at the sensation of more. She could move more of herself, past the small of her back and her tailbone. Tailbone. She didn’t have a tail, she couldn’t! With a cry, Lorraine reached back and grasped the protrusion, yanking it away from her. She screamed as pain shot up her spine, and the long, bristly hairs at the tip brushed against her palm as her tail thrashed in her hand.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh Lord. Fuck, I—”

Beneath her hand, white and ruddy brown hairs sprouted and spread up and down the length of her thickening tail. “Oh muh—my God!” she squealed, pushing herself off the couch and holding her heavy, swollen breasts. “What’s happening tooo muh—mooooo?! What?” Mooing. She was mooing? Like a cow? And she felt so big! Lorraine looked down at herself and gasped as she saw the sloping curves, the pudgy rolls of her body, even the chubbiness of her fingers and toes! She couldn’t even see her cock over her tummy when it was flaccid. It was so small! She giggled when her pussy thrummed, and then wrinkled her face in disgust.

“What’s going on?” she pouted, putting her hands on her hips and staring angrily at Rob. She was definitely sure he knew what was happening, and could tell her the answer. He cocked his head as he looked at her, shaking her head as she waited expectantly for him to answer.

“I dunno what you want me to say, Laurie. I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Now you know that’s bull shit! Because I know you know that I—I…fuck, I’m—” Fight for it, the voice inside urged. Wake up and fight for it.

“Yooooou know that I’m your roo-ooommate,” he finally managed to gasp, stepping backward on his tiptoes and then lumbering back further to keep his balance. Laurence stared at the man he thought was his friend, dread and fear a black hole inside his belly. He bit the inside of his lip, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his massive breasts laying against his round belly, his big, heavy horns, and his dripping cunt. His wide nostrils flared as he smelled precum rolling down his thighs, wetting the tip of his semi-hard. Laurence snorted and stamped his foot angrily. “Don’t lie to me, man. You know that I’m Laur—Laurence, and you know what did this to me.”

“You’re right,” Rob smiled, his triumphant smile far too similar to his pleasant, loving smile. “But you’re just so cute, Laurie. And I don’t have control over it either, honey. I’m just the humble audience, and I am ever so pleased with the show so far, baby.”

Laurence tried not to let the pet names go to his head, even if they made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. His body felt so bloated and oversized, feminine and curvy and altogether too female. He had changed so much, and somehow he had just…forgotten? How was that possible? How could he simply forget about his body changing, transforming, into something else. And now he wasn’t just a girl; he was turning into some kind of cow creature! With worried, careful hands, Laurence felt the entire length of his horns, nearly a foot long now, and his furry cow ears. They were big and long and soft, and twitched when he held them too tightly. Then he moved on to exploring his breasts, his thick black fingernails, his tail completely covered in white and ruddy fur.

“But, why is this happening?” he whined, trying desperately to cover his bare upper body and squirming with discomfort at the way her boxers squeezed her wider hips.

His hips! They squeezed at his his hips and rode up his ass, and stretched tight around his thighs. And…he loved the way it felt when they pressed against his slick cunt. Laurence shook his head slowly, accounting for the extra weight. Now was not the time to be getting horny again, and as much as he was starting to feel really good, he needed to resist the temptation.

“Haven’t you heard of AniMagic Toys before, Laurie?” Rob asked, still using a pet name, and Laurence tried not to tremble at the sound of it. “They’re made for a night of fun and exploration. Only you’ve worn yours wrong, so who knows what’s going to happen to you.”

Laurence groaned and sank back onto the couch. “This is a nightmmmm-are. This can’t be happening. It’s a dream, or…or you drugged me. Whatever you gave me! What was it?”

Rob laughed and shook his head. “That was weed, baby. I don’t lace my drugs. And you were changing before I even got here, silly. Such a cute little girl—I bet you’ll be an even cuter cow.” Then he took his seat beside Laurence again, even as Laurence pulled away from him. He wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, and after a moment he began stroking her hair again. Laurence shivered, but couldn’t bring himself to move his head away. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“Yooou creep,” Laurence muttered, but he couldn’t deny the excitement pooling in his core, especially when his voice caught and he extended his vowels. It was almost like her body was getting turned on by the things that Rob said to her. Not that he liked them. He had never had any kind of feelings for Rob, of course. He wasn’t gay. But now he was in the body of a woman, and she was making him feel all kinds of confusing things. Like how Rob’s messy blond hair was always perfectly styled, or how his damn eyes made her legs weak, or how he really, really couldn’t stop looking down at the bulge in Rob’s jeans. It was almost sickening, thinking about his roommate’s cock in his mouth, about how it had just been grinding up against his own crotch as if it was normal.

But he…he liked…it. He loved it.

With a despairing moan, Laurence put his head in his chubby, girly hands and buried his face. He didn’t know what to think anymore, and whatever girl hormones were running rampant in his body now were making everything feel so sensual. Why did this fat girl’s body have to feel so good? Why…why was the thought of being a man making her panic? She was supposed to be a man, so why was she starting to prefer being a girl? Laurence grabbed chunks of his hair, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried so hard to clear the fog away from his mind.

It was…

She didn’t…want…to be a cow?

A cow…

Lorraine gasped and moaned as she felt heat pooling low in her belly. “Oh, muh…oh muh-my Goood!” As the feeling pushed outward, four spots formed in a patch of skin between her cock and her belly button. The points swelled slightly, forming into tiny nipples before the skin softened and expanded beneath them. As her nipples grew into small teats, they darkened in color, constantly tight and sensitive. They send thrills of pleasure up and down her spine each time she bumped the area. When her fingers explored the area, she felt the small patch of soft, thin skin, and when she touched one of the nipples, her fingers automatically squeezed it. “Ahh!—Mmaah! M—Mmmoooo!”

The nipples on her abdomen grew longer with her attention, quickly becoming teats as a tiny, compact udder hid between her tummy and her cock. She came when she milked herself for the first time, just her pussy clamping weakly down when she grabbed her teats and squeezed them. Only a weak dribble of thin milk leaked from her nipples, but it was enough for her to squeal and low in ecstasy, her voice slightly muffled by her growing tongue and widening nose. As her nose grew, it began to move downward and the entire bottom half of her face creaked forward.

She screamed in pain as the bones of her jaw lengthened and the bridge of her nose widened further. Then something in her nose popped, her nostrils flared, and her head spun as the scent of her musk and Rob’s filled her nose and her brain. It smelled so good, and as the pain causing her eyes to water faded, she slowly forgot about how bad it had felt. All she could remember now was that it smelled really good. Her tiny, broad muzzle had taken on a slightly squarish shape, and she licked her thick lips as she felt the changes.

“Lorraine?”

His voice came to her distantly, as if he were speaking from another room, but when she opened her eyes, she saw he was sitting next to her on the couch, running his hand through her hair again and looking worriedly into her eyes. She could feel his thigh against the top of her head, his fingertips against her scalp, and it felt magical.

Then she let her eyes slide closed again and held her breath, letting all her stress flow out of her when she exhaled. Her legs curled behind her on the couch, and she couldn’t help herself from nuzzling a bit closer to Rob’s warm body.

“Lorraine?” He had definitely been calling her for awhile, and she had only noticed now. Lorraine blushed, unable to stop herself from smiling,

“I’m here,” she said. “I just needed to remember that I’m not actually a girl. It’s getting so hard.” She giggled, and then bit her lip when Rob reached down to hold her breasts again. He was so gentle when he did it, Lorraine thought he must have done this many times before. It drove her mad, the way he was able to tease the most sensitive parts of her but kept her from her orgasm. He was starting it again, massaging her breasts and gently twisting her nipples as they became more and more sensitive, until the heat boiling within her was brimming and ready to overflow, and then he let go and returned his hand to her head.

She bucked her hips, so close to cumming again, but it eluded her. She found she could only lay face-up or face-down on the couch, as her horns were getting in the way. At a foot long, they began to turn upward and grew again, this time getting thicker as well. Soon they might poke into Rob’s thigh, but for the moment it was all right.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Rob murmured, his hand moving downward as it traced the curve of her shoulder and the bend of her plump elbow. “You had me worried there for a moment.”

“Don’t be silly,” Lorraine laughed, reaching up to tickle his chin. “Of course I’m okay!” She wiggled her plump ass, her tail pressed between her buttocks, and played with her little udder as Rob attended to her breasts. From the small of her back, and growing up the middle of her back, short brown and white hairs sprouted from her smooth skin and spread across her shoulder blades and her ass. Her back tickled and itched, and her skin twitched as it was covered by soft, short fur.

As she thrust her hips in a steady rhythm along to his touch, Lorraine let her mind begin to wander. Her thick fingernails began to grow wider, extending around the entire tips of her fingers and covering the top to completely engulf her fingers in hard, dark nails. It left her fingers shorter, and her nails significantly larger, but she scarcely noticed more than a distinct coolness when she touched her udder. Her mind was too busy wondering if she could get Rob to fuck her. Four of her toes on each foot had melded into two, and as her large toes shrank in size and rose higher on her foot, her feet began to appear more like hooves. Her toenails followed the same pattern as her fingers, but went much further, until what she had left could barely be called feet.

More hair grew in splotches and varying sizes of spots over her back, abdomen, and down her legs. Eventually it reached her face and her arms, covering every part of her body except for her teats. Lorraine moaned as she rubbed her hands up and down her sides, basking in the way rubbing her fur against the grain felt. She was almost done. She was beginning to feel it now.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rob whispered.

“Mmmh—mmooooo!” Lorraine replied, tickled and pleased by his attention. Her flat teeth clamped down against each other as he touched a particularly sensitive spot, and a tremor passed through her body.

“It’s hard to believe you were ever a man.”

“What?” Lorraine asked, raising her muzzle as he spoke and looking searchingly into his eyes. What did he mean by that? That she was ever a man? Whatever did that mean? She wasn’t…that was to say, she wasn’t…a man…right? He was just joking around, just telling little lies to tease her. Right?

There was no way she would forget being a man, right? Lorraine thought really hard, racking her brain for any memory of not being a girl, but she could find none. She was really a girl! Just like she thought! Still, something about his words had shaken her, reminded her of something incredibly familiar hiding just at the periphery of her memory. She was pretty sure she was a girl and had always been one, but something about that thought bugged her like it was incorrect.

Lorraine looked down at herself to make sure. “What? Fur?” she asked herself weakly as she saw the white and ruddy brown fur covering her body. Was that…wrong? She didn’t remember having so much fur, but she couldn’t have just grown all of this so fast. And…had she always had a tiny udder below her tummy?

She rubbed her face in thought, the hard, keratin tips of her fingers running smoothly over the shape of her muzzle and the soft skin of her wide nose. Then she met Rob’s gaze again, looking shyly up into his perfect eyes, and let her finger pull on her bottom lip. She needed something from him, something important, but it was slipping her mind. Lorraine knew that he had the answer because he was so smart. She just hoped that he would also tell her, because she wanted to know too. As her tail flapped against the cushion beneath her, she reached up to grab Rob’s hand, and they intertwined their fingers. Then Lorraine giggled, a little bashful, and finally posed the question:

“F-fuck me?”

***** ***** *****

5.

When Laurence didn’t come down to the front door to grab the pizza, Andy didn’t know what to think. It wasn’t as if he regularly did this—he had never missed a pickup of food before. Of the things Laurence might be doing that could keep him busy, Andy thought it was safe to assume it wasn’t a girl. Neither he nor Laurence were particularly fond of Rob’s easygoing relationship with sex, and Laurence didn’t even have a girlfriend.

So, taking the four boxes of pizza and one box of leftover garlic bread upstairs with his own key, Andy was almost certain he wasn’t going to walk in on anyone having sex. Rob usually went to the girl’s room, and Laurence—well, Andy didn’t know if he had regular intercourse, but he was happy enough not to have the man talk about it with him. Andy had offered to bring the pizza over to his roommate, and luckily he was able to take it directly up to the room when no one came.

He walked down the hallway to room 107, completely distracted from the very audible sound of moaning emanating from the very same room. He was too busy running scenarios through his head: why hadn’t Laurence come down?

So when Andy opened the door to his suite and found himself face to face with Rob and some horrifying bovine-human monstrosity, it was a complete surprise. A…woman? But she looked so much like a cow, except for her massive, hairless penis. Andy flushed purple with shame as he watched her squeal and low as she came from both her vagina and her penis. She screamed a name over and over: Lorraine. Hers? He had been stunned motionless as the door shut behind him, never having seen any sort of sex act before. Heaven, he had never even kissed another girl before. And now he was staring at some kind of animal mutant, a cow girl with a penis? Rob was having sex with someone who had a penis?

Andy watched, transfixed and horrified, as this Lorraine spurted her thick semen onto the wall above him. His mouth hung open, ashamed but unable to look away, and he didn’t even notice when a thick drop of cum fell from the ceiling onto his bottom lip.

His hearing had been muffled for a moment, as if he had cotton in his ears, but his name brought him back to the present. “Andy! Don’t you think Lorraine is kind of old-fashioned? Oh! Like the…like the kid’s mom in Back to the Future! Tell me you know what I’m talking about!”

Staring blankly at Rob as he cradled Lorraine’s strange, erotic body, Andy didn’t even comprehend the question. Lorraine gasped, “Oh my God!” as she drew her body into the corner of the couch, trying to cover her chubby body. Andy stared at her too, but he scarcely knew what he was looking at anymore. As he met eyes with the chubby cow girl, and then he bashfully looked away, he absently flicked his tongue out to lick up what he thought was only saliva. Salty and musky as it was, he only expected it to be his own. Then his throat bobbed, and he swallowed the tiniest load of Lorraine’s semen.

“I—pizza—Larry…oh sweet Lord!”

Andy covered his face and dropped the pizza boxes, trying to escape the room without looking at them again. He moaned in confused shame, desperate to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. There was no way he was getting turned on right now. It was unholy!

He ran up the stairs to the ground level and out into the parking lot, gasping for breath. He wasn’t athletically inclined, but he ran out of the dorm hall as if his life depended on it. Part of him thought for a moment about returning straight to work, but he needed to be alone. He needed to process what he had just seen.

A horned woman? Horns, like cattle horns. Long, horizontal horns sticking out of the side of her head as she…mooed. Andy ran his hand through his hair as he replayed the images of her in his mind. She was…kind of cute—what! Andy gagged and nearly retched into the bushes outside the main entrance. He leaned heavily against the wall, taking deep breaths as he tried not to think about it. Five, ten minutes passed as he steadied his breathing and tried to push the though of sex from his mind. After a moment, he rubbed his eyes and sighed. He was never going to forget about this—not for a long time—but if he didn’t get back to work, he was sure to lose his job. His manager did not mess around with employees missing work.

Andy pushed his tall, gangling body away from the wall and slammed the car door shut behind him as he folded himself into his parents’ second, much older, car.

**** *** ****

The next two hours passed like any other Friday night, busy and hot in the kitchen as they cooked for the largely college-age demand. Andy wiped his greasy forehead with his sleeve and turned back to the pizza dough he was kneading smooth.

"Order up!" someone shouted from the front, but Andy barely heard it.

He was staring down at the sphere of dough. The shift was starting to drag. Normally he liked the hum of this place during peak hours — the broken ceiling fan spinning lazily above him, the familiar beeps of the ovens, the faint smell of flour and sausage grease, the voices raising as the cooks and the wait staff bickered. But now everything felt off. Too loud. Too hot.

He pressed his thighs together and tried again to knead the dough smooth, until it was pillowy and bounced back when he poked his finger into it. Kind of like breasts, he thought. Heavy, warm breasts or a nice, round ass.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered — then immediately flinched. “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of that. Oh God, please forgive me,” he murmured with a plea. He hadn’t meant to take His name in vain, or to think those vile things about…pizza dough? Andy looked back down at the counter, one eye squeezed closed as if it could protect him from whatever heat was taking over. He had never had such lewd thoughts, such un-Christian thoughts. His parents would be ashamed. His priest would be ashamed! Andy colored in shame as he gazed at the dough, just the perfect texture, and couldn’t stop himself from picturing more naked women, more naked creatures like that cow woman. Approaching him, taking him, making him feel more pleasure than he could dream of.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. He wiped it away with the hem of his sleeve, then tried to straighten the cross necklace against his chest. It kept sticking to his skin. Everything was sticking, even his shirt and the thick material of his jeans felt suctioned to his body, slowing down his every move.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

The worst of it was down there. His privates. He had been hard for the past twenty minutes, and nothing was helping. Not walking, not standing, not not tensing other muscles in his body, not even bending forward to mop the floor earlier — which, he realized with a sudden, shivering disgust, had only made it worse. He’d felt the bulge throb against the seam of his pants, had to retreat into the walk-in freezer several times just to keep from panting.

“I’m under attack,” he whispered to himself, a desperate whine at the edge of his voice. “This is temptation. This is a test. Like Job. Or Daniel. This is Satan. This is—”

He stopped and groaned, gripping the edge of the counter.

Images were flashing behind his eyelids. Of that woman upstairs. The cow-woman. She had looked so inviting: soft, bloated, heavy. Those thick, lactating tits swinging like pendulums as she stood there naked and dazed. Her penis — her massive penis — twitching under her tiny udder as if begging for worship. And she had looked right at him. Like she knew something. Like she had wanted to…

Andy exhaled, a dry and shaking breath. He was stiff again. No, not again — he still was. He looked down, horrified, and pressed his palm flat against the front of his pants. “Stop. Stop, you disgusting—just stop,” he growled, but his member pulsed against his hand in reply.

His fingers didn’t move at first. They just…pressed. Feeling the warmth through the cotton. Then they rubbed his bulge once. Then again, and his knees went weak.

“Lord, forgive me,” Andy muttered, already groping himself again. He really shouldn’t be thinking of that cow woman. There was surely something wrong with her, wrong with him! But he kept rubbing himself, groaning as his length pressed against his jeans. Because something in him — deep in his belly, throbbing in time with his cock — didn’t want to stop. Something wanted to keep thinking about that woman. That thick, soft body. That udder. That wet cock.

Her milk.

“Oh, fuck—no. No, no, no, I don’t want to—” He gasped, stumbling back from the counter. His hand shot away from his crotch, shaking. He looked around to make sure no one had seen.

The place was as busy and as it had always been, running faster than should be possible to fill orders, completely unaware of Andy’s struggle. None of his coworkers were even in this section of the kitchen. They were all cooking or serving, and Samantha was washing dishes. Andy closed his eyes and folded his hands, painfully aware of his erection, of his nearly overwhelming desire to touch it again.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name…”

Nothing happened. His hands were sweaty and his fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. He opened one eye, then both, looked down at himself. He was still hard. So hard that it hurt. His balls felt heavy, roiling, like they were ready to explode.

“Thy Kingdom—Th-Thy Kingdom come—ahh!” Andy couldn’t help himself from moaning as a wave of pleasure moved through him, blooming around his crotch and echoing outward. It was more than he could take. He couldn’t even pray right anymore.

He was still gripping the counter like a lifeline when the side door banged open and Samantha peeked her head into the kitchen following her break.

“Oh my god,” she said brightly, brushing a wisp of hair from her glasses. “I’m so glad you’re here! Have you taken your break yet?”

Andy didn’t respond right away. His jaw was clenched, his thighs were tight, and he stared pointedly at the dough sitting on the counter. His erection was throbbing, barely contained, and the sound of her voice sent a tremor through his chest.

Samantha stepped further inside, hugging her oversized bag to her hip. “Well you should do that before it’s too late. What have you got, about two hours left?”

He managed a single sharp nod, his eyes still fixed on the counter.

“You okay?”

She was right next to him now, standing on tiptoe to look over the counter. Her sweater was too big — cream colored and dotted with cartoon mushrooms — and the collar had slipped off one shoulder. She smelled like vanilla chapstick and dry shampoo. Familiar. Safe.

Andy swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she said softly, and her voice lost its teasing edge. “Hey, are you—are you shaking?”

Andy tried to laugh, but it came out strangled. “I’m just tired,” he said.

“Here.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a mini water bottle. “Drink this. You’re sweating.”

“I can’t.” He took a step away from her and averted his eyes, holding fists behind his body as he fought to take control. He just felt so unbelievably horny. He had never thought of sex this much in a single year, much less in one night! It was making it really hard to—

Samantha stepped forward. “Andy, seriously, are you—?”

Her hand touched his arm, and it was like striking a match.

He turned to her too fast, his movements jerky, unnatural, like his body had bypassed thought. His hand caught her wrist. Her eyes went wide—but she didn’t pull back.

“Andy…?”

He kissed her.

He gave no warning, no hesitation, and had none of his own. His mouth found hers, hot and desperate, and she gasped against him. Her glasses bumped the bridge of his nose. Their lips slid, clumsy and too wet, but he kept kissing her—open-mouthed, deep, like he was trying to pull something out of her throat. She froze—but she didn’t stop him. Then, slowly, she raised one hand and gently brushed his shoulder.

The kiss lasted a second too long. Her breath hitched, and then he pulled away.

His eyes were wild. Her lips were wet, and her face flushed pink beneath her freckles.

“I—” she started.

But Andy was already stumbling backward, his face contorted with horror. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d tasted blood.

“Oh God. I’m sorry. I’m so—I didn’t mean to—God help me!”

“Andy—”

But he was gone. The door slammed behind him before she could take a step. Samantha blinked, her hand still half-raised in the air. Then she touched her lips. Her smile came slow, uncertain.

“…Huh.”

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Andy was sweating through his shirt by the time he slammed the driver’s side door shut. The seatbelt dug hard into his lap, right where he didn’t want pressure, and he winced as he pulled it loose around his hips with fumbling fingers.

“God,” he whispered, one hand clutching the wheel while the other hovered over the ignition. “Help me. I’m—I’m not strong enough. I know I’m not.” All of those years, all of the prayers and the services he had dutifully attended, and none of it was going to be of any use. God had abandoned him, whether he had done something wrong or was being tested. He was on his own, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist touching himself. All he wanted to do right now was unzip his jeans and rub himself until he came.

He swallowed hard and turned the key.

The engine roared to life. Headlights flared against the back wall of the employee lot. He backed up too fast, tires screeching slightly, and jerked the wheel to correct. His foot mashed the gas a little too eagerly, but he didn’t let up. He couldn’t. If he gave himself even one more second to think, he was going to park again and go back inside and find some excuse to push her against the wall and shove his—No. No. That was the Devil talking.

Andy was hard. Not just aroused — aching. Pulsing. As if something thick and molten had rooted itself in his gut and was flooding him, rising in waves that reached up his spine and made his thoughts blur at the edges. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other trembling violently against his thigh as he fought against the rising desire to touch it.

The streetlights passed overhead, one by one, washing the cab of the car in cold white pulses. Every time the light changed, he found himself saying a prayer. Half-formed, repeated ones. Old ones from his childhood, drilled into him by memory and fear.

“Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection—against—the wickedness and snares of the Devil—” His breath caught in his throat. He clutched the wheel tighter as he drove over a pothole and the vibration nearly made him orgasm, without even touching it. He held onto the wheel as if gripping it could somehow stop the betrayal happening between his legs.

“I’m being tested. This is a test. This is my trial. My thorn in the flesh. This isn’t me. This isn’t me.”

He looked down at his crotch. His jeans had a thick, obscene bulge straining against the zipper. It looked unnatural, like he had stuffed something down there, like it didn’t even belong to him. He already had a damp stain spreading down the front of his pants. The image of Lorraine's cock flashed again behind his eyes—thick, pink, drooling—and his hips bucked against the seat.

“No! Jesus, please—please just take this away!”

But it wouldn’t stop. He could feel his precum soaking into his underwear. His thighs twitched. The car bumped over another pothole and he moaned, the vibration shooting straight through his hips.

He wanted to cry. He should’ve gone to his pastor, or to a hospital. He should’ve locked himself in the prayer closet back home and begged the Lord to cleanse his mind and heart. But he hadn’t. He had let this thing in, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About her huge, full breasts. Her adorable little udder and her warm, curdling scent. That enormous cock. The look on her face when she moaned and her eyes rolled back.

Andy groaned through clenched teeth and pressed his forehead to the wheel for a split second at the red light.

Something was wrong. More than wrong. Something was moving inside of him spiritually. He felt like there was a hole in him, and something had crawled through. Some hunger, some presence. He felt it guiding his hands, his thighs, his cock. He wasn’t choosing to turn right onto campus, or choosing to park at the dorms in his usual spot, or getting out of the car with his erection bouncing awkwardly in his pants. But his legs moved anyway, and his toes hit the vinyl lightly as he took the stairs to the basement level two at a time. His heart pounded faster with every step, his breath quickening, and something deep in his chest purred like a motor.

Andy’s hand was trembling so badly that he nearly dropped his keys. He fumbled it against the door, missed, and tried again. Then finally he slid it into the lock, and almost immediately, the smell hit him.

Sweet. Cloying. Warm, and wet, and animal. Like milk left out in a sunlit field unspoiled. But not quite. There was a human undertone to it — skin, sweat, something like sex. The scent of it clung to his lungs, thick and pungent, and he nearly gagged as he stepped inside the darkened suite. The TV was on, but the volume low. Just a flicker of golden light stretching out from the living room.

“Hello?” His voice came out high, breaking like a teenage boy’s. “Rob? You—”

The moment his eyes adjusted, he saw them.

The woman Lorraine was sprawled on the couch. Her round, curvy frame was curled into a position of lazy, drowsy pleasure — seductive and slack and so obscene. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing her soft belly and wide, pale thighs. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her small udder pressing against her lap like a deflated balloon. Her pale pink teats, more delicate than he expected, dangled loosely from the soft flesh.

Rob was kneeling on the couch beside her, suckling. His lips wrapped around her teat as if it were a straw. His hand was on her thigh, stroking her gently, while her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened and closed. From her mouth issued faint mooing and involuntary moans, wildly indulgent and filled with a simmering heat.

Andy’s knees buckled, and he staggered against the door frame. “Oh my God—oh my God, what is this. What is this?”

Neither of them looked up.

Lorraine’s cock — Jesus, her cock — was barely visible as it poked out of her crotch beneath her udder like some obscene monument. Flaccid. Only a tiny inch showing above the curve of her massive testicles. It was smooth and featureless like a model, nestled between her thick thighs like a toy put away. But Andy had seen it when it was hard. It was so much more than that. His eyes locked on it as it twitched. Her udder pulsed with milk. Rob’s hand slid further up her thigh, teasing close to her balls.

Andy dropped to his knees, his breath was coming in fast, frantic gasps now. He pressed his hands together, hard. He had to pray now if he had any chance of making it out unsullied. He had to pray, and he had to mean it. "Our Father—Father—who art—who art in—"

His words stuck in his throat and refused to come Just panic. Just heat. He suddenly couldn't remember the rest. And though he tried again, his mouth opening soundlessly, nothing more came out. His tongue felt thick and useless. His body was shaking with the violent need for release thrumming throughout him.

You are a sinner, came the voice in his mind. You’re not praying. You’re watching.

He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. Because the cow woman made a noise then — not quite a word, more like a helpless little whimper — and her eyes rolled up slightly as Rob moved to the next teat. She grabbed her gently, pressing the soft udder toward his mouth. And Andy realized she had seen him. She was looking straight at him now, her eyes half-lidded and deep brown. Her eyes were seductive and loving, but she was quickly slipping away. She opened her mouth, and a trail of drool slipped over her lip as she moaned again, soft and whispering: “Mmmnn…”

“Lorraine,” Rob groaned between his attentions on her udder. His mouth was coated in warm, fragrant milk, and it looked so very delicious. Lorraine moaned and responded to his mouth, thrusting her hips upward as he sucked. Then Rob met Andy’s gaze, his lips still glistening with milk, and nodded once. He seemed so calm and assured, so in control of the situation. As if this were normal.

As if this were right.

Andy’s throat tightened. “I… I’m not…”

But he was already crawling on his hands and knees, his erection thumping against his legs each time he moved forward. The living room carpet was scratchy under his palms. He could hear the sound of his own breathing, choked and fast, as he closed the distance. Rob slid back slightly, still holding the udder gently between both hands, and without a word he guided Lorraine’s body to the side. Her teat swayed, pale and soft, faintly dripping, and Andy’s lips parted. He needed this so badly, more than he had needed anything before. He needed to fuck her, to drink from her, to claim her.

“No,” he whispered, his face moving ever closer to her cute little udder, almost hidden beneath the rolls of her tummy. He could smell her, the animal musk of her desire, the sweet milky scent of her teats. “No. Please don’t let me. Please don’t make me. This is wrong. This is—I’m not—I’m a Christian! I’m not—I’m not—!”

He opened his mouth and took the teat between his lips.

The moment Lorraine’s warm, swollen nipple touched his tongue, he jerked like he’d been shocked. Milk trickled into the back of his throat — thin, lukewarm, and watery, like a poorly made latte. But it was sweet. Sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. The moment it entered his body, something inside him twitched. His toes curled. His chest rose with a startled sob, and he moaned as he sucked again.

His cock surged upward in his pants, the tip now peeking out over the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, dribbling precum and desperate for release.

“Oh f-fuck. Oh fuck—!”

His hands were on her now, one clutching the udder, the other grabbing her hip as he latched on tighter, sucking. It was like an instinct had taken hold — drink, said the voice inside of him. And he did. Every drop made him hotter. Hungrier. He was messy and uncoordinated, and her milk leaked all over him as his mouth came unattached in his fervor. His jeans were soaked. His cock throbbed with every swallow. His balls ached like they were going to burst.

Lorraine moaned softly above him, chest rising and falling. “Mmmm… y-you’re doing so good, Andy…”

He flinched, but he didn’t stop.

Rob moved to her other side and rubbed her shoulder, letting Andy feed. He was nodding again, slowly, like he understood. “She’s really something, huh?” he said, his voice low. “Took me a while to get it too.”

Andy let the teat slip from his mouth, panting. His lips and chin were wet, his hands shaking. “I can’t—I can’t stop.”

“You’re not supposed to,” Rob said.

Andy looked at Lorraine. She looked back with her soft, round face, the most adorable little muzzle. Her flushed cheeks and her back hooves and her fuzzy ears. Her tiny, chubby body was dwarfed by the impossibly long cock twitching between her legs. He had no idea how something so huge could even fit inside her, but it was real. It was hers. The same as her fat ass, her plush tits, her drooping little udder — all hers. And he craved it so badly.

He felt the prayer rise in him again as he tried to resist. “Father, forgive me…” But the words dissolved into a gasp and in a moment he was moving again.

Andy’s zipper slid down with a soft rasp, barely audible beneath the blood pounding in his ears. His cock sprang free, painfully hard, glistening at the tip. He didn’t look down. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to see it — didn’t want to see himself. But he was already moving forward.

Rob had shifted back onto his knees now, watching. Lorraine lay in front of them like an offering, her soft frame stretched along the couch cushions. Her thick, fuzzy thighs were splayed lazily, her flushed cheeks glowing beneath the flicker of the TV screen. She had spread herself for him, open and willing. She said nothing, only made pleased little moos each time he touched her. Her cock twitched slightly as Rob ran his fingers along it, slow and idle. Milk still beaded at the edge of her udder, glistening faintly in the dim light.

Andy climbed over her.

His hands found her thighs. His knees pressed into the cushions. He positioned himself between her legs and began to pleasure himself, blindly, rubbing his slick shaft against the soft cleft between her legs. He avoided her face. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t look into it, her monstrous, sinning, beautiful face.

Her skin was warm. Silky and wet and velvet-soft. He could feel her heat against his cock, and his hips moved on their own. He brushed his erection against her cunt and moaned at the sensation of her folds. Then his lips parted and a sound escaped him. Something tight and helpless and high. Rob's hand stroked Lorraine’s cock, coaxing it to rise inch by impossible inch from her belly. Andy refused to look. He focused only on her thighs, on the sweat-slick skin under his hands, on the point where his cock nestled between her folds.

This isn’t happening.

I’m not here.

This is a nightmare. I would never give in.

But he was beginning to thrust into her now. Rhythmically. Helplessly. His cock slid into her with obscene ease. She was soaking. “Oh g-god… oh God oh God oh God—!” Andy cried, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. Lorraine exhaled a soft moan beneath him, and her thighs tightened gently around his waist. She was so small, so soft, and she made it easy. She didn’t resist. She just lay there — warm and wet and ready.

“Do it,” Rob murmured from somewhere beside him. “She wants it. You can feel it.”

Andy groaned through clenched teeth and grabbed her hips. He pulled back just enough, positioned himself without looking, and then—pushed once more.

Her pussy took him in again with a wet, gliding sound that almost made him scream. Her folds spread, slick and tight, and his cock slipped fully inside her like it belonged there. His hands trembled on her hips as he sank deeper. “Oh—oh Jesus,” Andy gasped.

Lorraine moaned again. “Mmoooo…”

Rob squeezed her cock and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. Each thrust sent a jolt through Andy’s body — guilt and pleasure tangled so tightly he couldn’t tell them apart. His breath stuttered in rhythm with his hips, his cock buried to the hilt in something so impossibly tight it felt like a dream.

He whispered, “Forgive me. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive—f-fuck—”

And then his words disintegrated as his thighs slapped wetly against hers. Her breasts bounced with every movement. His fingers dug into the soft swell of her hips, and he leaned into her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His balls slammed into her each time he thrust himself deeply into her bovine pussy.

“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean—I didn’t—please, God…”

He felt her tighten around him. Her body shivered. He was close, so very close to finishing inside of her. He shouldn’t want it, but he needed it. Her slick heat sucked him in, her pussy fluttering around his cock, and his balls tightened with warning. He couldn’t hold back. He realized he didn’t want to.

He grabbed her tighter, his fingers digging into the furry folds of her body, and thrust once. Twice. And then—

“—ahhHHH!”

He moaned as he came inside her. His orgasm hit him like a gunshot — his entire body seized as he emptied himself into her. His cock throbbed, spilling again and again into her warm depths, and he let out a strangled sob as his hips jerked wildly, lost to the pleasure. At last he collapsed onto her, gasping, broken. He had utterly spent himself, utterly betrayed himself and his Lord. It was his first time. For his entire life he had held himself back, not even masturbated, because he knew he should keep himself pure. And now he had broken his oath to himself and to God, and he had nothing.

But Lorraine was there, mooing quietly and stroking his hair as she held him gently and soothed him into slow, easy breaths that eventually turned into sleep.

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6.

Andy lay slumped across Lorraine’s soft, curvy body, his skin flushed and sticky, his breaths slow and uneven. Her thighs shifted beneath him, warm and patient, and her fingers idly grazed his lower back in quiet little circles. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should be moving. Getting up and leaving. Praying. Atoning. Something. Instead, he just...lay there.

A zipper dragged open somewhere nearby. He stirred slightly as Rob rose from the couch, brushing off his jeans, and offered Andy a calm, almost mischievous smile. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmured, and walked into the next room.

Andy didn’t answer. His eyes were half-closed, and he could still feel Lorraine’s slickness clinging to him — wet, warm, sinful. He groaned faintly and rolled off her, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

What had he done?

He should be ashamed. He was ashamed. But his body, still basking in the numbing, body-clenching pleasure of his first orgasm, didn’t seem to care. Between his legs, his cock…thrummed every once in awhile, still half hard and poking immodestly through his unzipped jeans. But it was too sensitive to touch now. Footsteps returned, and a soft thunk landed on the coffee table.

“Open it.” Rob’s voice was eager, his eyes lit by something Andy couldn’t recognize.

A plain, purple cardboard box with small text sat before Andy now. Rob stood beside it, standing over him, one hand slipped lazily into the pocket of his half-zipped pants as it slipped low on the bones of his pelvis. Lorraine’s arm slid from his shoulder down his acne-pocked back, resting around the base of his spine, and the top of his ass, as she slowly turned her body to the side. She was watching too, her expression dreamy and satisfied.

Andy stared at the box. “What is it?” he asked, voice already hoarse.

“A gift,” Rob said, jerking his chin toward it. “I thought it might be...right for you.”

Andy sat up shakily, naked from the hips up. He tugged his jeans upward to cover himself as best he could, though his softening cock sticking to his thigh with the last smear of his own guilt. He reached forward and pulled the top off the box, then stared with wide eyes.

Inside was something he could only barely understand as human. It looked like a small female torso—no arms, no legs, and lasciviously purple in color. Just a body. A miniature woman with bare, impossibly full breasts, dark nipples erect and swollen. Her hips flared dramatically against her tiny waist, and between them, where there might be legs, was a single textured hole, detailed and glistening and obscene.

Her face was sculpted with uncanny attention. Wide brown eyes stared blankly upward. Lips parted in a sweet, stupid smile. But it was the nose that caught him. It was wide. Swollen. Curved forward unnaturally and pierced with a thick silver ring through both nostrils. Bovine. Not to mention her ears were very cow-like as they stuck away from the sides of her head.

Andy blinked at the torso, and dropped it back into the box with a startled cry when he realized it was of a nude woman. “What... is this?”

Rob tilted his head. “You’ve never owned a toy before?”

Andy’s mouth opened to reprimand him. “I—no. No, of course not, I—this is—” He gestured weakly at the box, but couldn’t finish the sentence. This is wrong. This is cursed. This is from the Devil. He didn’t know what to say, except to admonish one of his only friends on campus for what was second nature to him. Andy desperately wanted to clutch tightly onto his Bible, the only one he had ever owned, and pray for forgiveness. But the heat still churned inside him, and the memory of the fake bovine woman’s form in his hand was beginning to make him hard again.

“I thought it would feel familiar,” Rob said softly. “She’s...a little like Lorraine. But maybe not quite as soft. I figured you’d like that.”

Andy stared harder, his eyes locked on the toy. He didn’t want to admit it, but it did remind him of Lorraine. The huge breasts and curvy hips. The wide, scarcely-human face. That stupid, vacant smile. It was like some cartoonish, porny parody of her. His cock twitched.

No. No no no. Not again. Andy clenched his thighs, heart starting to pound. Rob reached down and gently lifted the toy from the box, cradling it with a strange sort of reverence. “Here,” he said. “Try it.”

“I—I don’t think—”

But Rob was already placing it in his lap.

The moment the soft silicone touched his skin, a warm thrill bloomed up through Andy’s fingertips, and he gasped. It was so soft. Almost like real skin. The nipples responded under his thumb. His head swam and he tried unsuccessfully to speak. A bead of precum welled at the tip of his cock, and he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering at the sensation.

Rob smiled. “See? You’re ready already.”

Andy's throat was dry. He licked his lips. The taste of Lorraine was still on his tongue. Salty, thick, lingering. He hadn’t even washed himself after fucking her.

And still, he had taken the toy when Rob gave it to him, and he continued to hold it now.

The tiny woman rested in his lap like a doll someone had forgotten to finish. Armless. Legless. With massive, upturned tits that waited to be touched. The expression on her little face was content in that vacuous, smiling way—mouth faintly parted, eyes looking nowhere in particular. But the nose...God, her nose. It was swollen and shaped like no human’s nose had any right to be, wide and square and pierced with a fat silver ring.

Andy wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen. The hole in place of legs looked textured, almost glittering in the dim light. Was it ribbed? Did he want it to be? He didn’t know what anything was supposed to feel like. He had no map for this, no vocabulary. He’d never even seen a real naked woman before. And here was this—a twisted, cartoonishly perfect bastardization of womanhood itself, placed so openly into his lap by his friend, like it was only a box of chocolates.

“I…” Andy breathed, and didn’t finish the sentence.

Rob knelt beside him again, his presence close and warm. One hand rested on Andy’s bare thigh, raising goosebumps on the pale skin. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured, his voice soothing and deep. “It’s okay to enjoy something if it feels good.”

Andy shook his head, just a little. “But it’s wrong.”

Rob’s smile didn’t fade, so wide that Andy could feel it beside him. “Is it?”

The cushions behind him shifted softly. Lorraine, still flushed and drowsy, had turned on her side, propping herself up just enough to rest her chin on Andy’s knee. Her mouth opened lazily, a little string of drool on her lower lip. She blinked up at him and giggled, then pressed her lips to the underside of his fading erection and began to suck on his length.

Andy jerked, half in shock, the other half in tingling pleasure. Her lips were warm and wet, slow, affectionate in a way that made his whole body lock up. She wasn’t desperate—just patient. A steady suckling rhythm, her tongue curling just around the tip, licking him back to life. Her own massive dick, still twitching lazily against her own thigh, lay forgotten and dripping. Her nose ring grazed his groin with every bob of her head. And still, the toy sat in his hands, impossibly soft and bizarrely inviting.

Andy’s cock rose quickly under Lorraine’s expert attention, thickening again despite itself, brushing against her tongue. He didn’t think. He didn’t breathe. Instead he let it happen, his hips rolling forward and helplessly meeting her mouth. Rob’s hand was still there—his fingers now tracing gentle shapes along Andy’s inner thigh, drifting closer to his hip. He placed his hand at the back of Andy’s head and began to massage his fingers through his short hair, and it was like Heaven to Andy, who had never been touched in any way before.

“Try it,” Rob whispered. “It goes right on.”

Andy reached, trembling, and picked up the toy. It was warm—not just soft now, but faintly, impossibly warm, like someone had used it just a moment before. He hesitated. Then he positioned it. Pushed it onto his cock.

The sensation was immediate and stunning—like being kissed from the inside, the tightness unreal, the texture so complex it felt like being read in Braille. The textured walls tugged gently at him with every inch he slid forward, hugging him in waves, as if it were eager. As if it wanted him.

He moaned. Quietly at first, then louder, as Lorraine pulled herself up his body and kissed him with a happy, suckling hum.

Andy’s other hand gripped the toy’s smooth silicone hips. His fingers pressed into her round breasts and rubbed against the subtle rise of its belly. He felt obscene. Dirty and stained. But it didn’t stop him.

Rob’s fingers moved to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Each pop, each brush of Rob’s gentle fingers against his chest sent a jolt through his spine, like the thrill of trespassing on private property. Andy couldn’t stop thrusting into the toy now—slow, deep pumps that teased him. It was better than anything he’d imagined, though he’d never imagined anything like this. And now Rob was kissing him—not on the mouth, not yet. First at the nape of his neck, and exchanging a kiss with Lorraine before he moved lower. His lips pressed against the notch of Andy’s collarbone. Then lower, between his pecs, the shirt falling open as more buttons gave way.

Andy closed his eyes and moaned again, the sound higher this time. Softer. Breathier.

It almost didn’t sound like his voice.

He hadn’t even noticed when his hips started moving faster, but now his balls slapped gently against the toy’s base with a slick rhythm, again and again. It squelched softly around him, its molded thighs jiggling under his grip, the cartoonishly obscene little body welcoming every inch he gave it. He was soaked. Everything was soaked—his cock, his lap, the couch beneath him. Lorraine sucked the very air out of his lungs as they made out, slow and wet, her pace patient and giving like she’d done it a thousand times before. Rob’s mouth moved lower with every minute, lips pressing reverent little kisses down the center of his chest, so delicate they made him shiver.

Andy moaned something that didn’t sound like a man.

He was gasping now, too hard to form real words. Or were they prayers? Maybe they had been at first. They might’ve been Hail Marys or Forgive me Fathers, but now they were just broken, breathy syllables caught between clenched teeth. He whispered again, but it was nonsense.

“P-praisebe—I mean forgive mmm—I…fuck, I—ohhhnn…”

He blinked.

Something had slipped sideways in his head.

He opened his mouth again, but his mind snagged on the word before it reached his tongue. What was the word? What was he supposed to say? Something about…clit—yes, his clit. He was thrusting it into the toy, right? That meant he had a—

No, no, not a clit, that’s not right, he told himself, teeth clenched. That’s not what it is. Had he just thought about his—cock—his penis like it was a c-c…like a girl’s part?” Andy looked down at himself—at his body, chest bare, his nipples erect and flushed pink from the brush of Rob’s hands. They looked a little bigger than before. Tender, almost swollen. But not breasts. Definitely not. Just...flat little—titties?

No.

No no no.

He tried again. Pecs. Just pecs. A man has pecs. A man like h-himself. Himself? Himself. He didn’t have breasts, he didn’t have a clit. He was a normal man. What on earth was wrong with him right now? Andy moaned as Rob took his nipples in his fingers and began to squeeze softly. He hadn’t known he could be so sensitive there. He giggled and thrust his chest out further, and in response, the edge of Rob’s mouth curved upward, and he attached his mouth to one of Andy’s nipples.

Andy’s breath hitched. He moaned again, his voice cracking as it slid upward in pitch. He felt like a total slut right now. The kind who went straight to hell like his parents always told him. And he…he wanted more. It shamed him to think it, even as his breaths came hot and low, and his voice dragged upwards as he moaned in pleasure; but he loved the feeling. The pleasure. The sin. All of his religious pretensions were falling to the wayside as he fell ever deeper into the haze of delight fogging over his mind. Lorraine shoved her long, thick tongue into Andy’s mouth, mooing into him as she kissed.

“Such a p-pretty girl,” she slurred when she came up for air, and Andy cried out as his cock jerked inside the silicone toy.

It was t-true…wasn’t it? He was a pretty girl, and he hadn’t even known it. The thought sent a hazy swirl of happiness ringing around his empty head, another spasm to his penis, though he didn’t finish. Andy groaned and readjusted. He was so close, so close, and then Lorraine kissed her again and it nearly sent her over the edge. How could it feel so good? She wanted to do this forever—fuck college, fuck an education. How could she do this very thing forever?

“Wait,” she whispered, panic breaking through the haze as she broke off her kiss and tried to pull away. “I’m—I’m a boy. I’m a b-boy! I’m—!”

The toy sucked him in again, squeezing and pulling all at once, and Rob continued to play with his swollen nipples. Andy arched back with a strangled cry, his whole body tensing as he came roughly into the toy. His thighs rubbed together instinctively, knees pulling inward as his cum began to overflow, dripping out of the top. As Rob gripped his nipple with his teeth and pulled gently, the sensation that answered him was lightning-sharp.

His nipples throbbed, unbearably sensitive. Too sensitive. And he liked it. “No no no—!”

Rob’s hand touched his cheek, soft. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his eyes staring deeply into Andy’s.

Andy shook his head. “Don’t say that. Don’t call me beautiful. You didn’t, right? I didn’t—I didn’t say I was a girl, I’m not—my name is Andy, it’s not, not—”

A high little moan escaped his mouth, voice lilting up at the end, as he pulled himself out of the toy. His hips jerked, and he looked down. His cock looked smaller. Just a bit. Just…a little thinner. Shorter. Less like something proud and masculine and more like…like something shy. Something cute. It peeked out from under the gentle curve of his stomach now like it was embarrassed to be seen. Like something girly.

“I’m not a girl,” he whispered, like saying it might make it true. “I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl—”

“Of course not,” Rob said indulgently, stroking his thigh. “Just feel what you feel.”

Lorraine giggled again. Her face still pressed to his lap. “Andi’s gonna be so cute…”

The name hit like a slap. Andi. Was that right? Wait, no. That wasn’t his name. His name was—

He couldn’t remember what it was.

He came again, unexpectedly.

Just a single, long, quivering sigh escaped his mouth as his hips locked up and his little—not little, not clit—his cock jerked helplessly into the empty air. A slow spurt, and then another. It was not as much as before, and not as strong. And even now he could see his penis beginning to shrink again, slipping back under a growing hood. But it felt so sweet, so perfect that she was starting to feel glad to see it go.

And it left her—him?—her panting, slumped back, dazed, wet, open. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she didn't know what it meant.

She couldn’t stay still. Her breath came in light, ragged gasps, and her hips twitched forward involuntarily, the accursed toy now still and glossy on the rug beside her where she had dropped it, like some obscene deflated idol. Her thighs were slick. Her chest—not tits, just pecs; maybe they were pecs with nipples that were a little…puffy—rose and fell rapidly beneath her unbuttoned shirt. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“R-Rob…” she stammered, her voice thin and shaky, trembling with heat. “I—I need to tell you something’s—something’s happening. I think I’m—”

But she couldn’t remember the rest of the sentence. It vanished like smoke. She glanced down at herself again, chest heaving, and gasped—was that curve there before? Her torso looked…soft. There was a fullness to her sides now, a subtle roll outward toward her hips, which seemed wider than she remembered. It was all wrong. She didn’t feel wide. She wasn’t supposed to be wide. She was straight, narrow, square. A boy.

A boy.

She tried to speak again, but her throat tightened and the words refused to come. She blinked furiously and looked at Rob, sitting calmly beside her with his hands folded in his lap. His eyes were still on her—bright, focused, hungry.

It made her feel so hot.

Why did it make her feel hot?

Her voice cracked as she tried again. “Something’s h-happening, I’m not supposed to—my name is Andy, I’m not, I’m not a—”

Her voice hiccuped. She’d meant to say boy, right? She meant to. But the word just—fizzled out in her mouth like she had swallowed it. She blinked again and pressed her hands to her chest as if the motion might reassure her, might remind her what she was. But all she could feel were the little swollen buds beneath her fingers, now so sensitive that she whimpered at her own touch.

“I don’t have titties,” she whispered to no one. “I d-don’t, I swear. I’m—I don’t—”

Rob shifted closer. His palm slid along her thigh again, soothing and slow. She jerked back, almost afraid, but he only leaned in. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.

She shivered violently. “No—I’m not! I’m not—I’m not even a—I’m me! I’m Andy—I’m—Andi, I guess, but that doesn’t mean—I don’t—?” She grabbed her crotch, as if to prove it, fingers wrapping around the last stubborn proof of her manhood. Her cock.

Her clit.

She gasped. No. No! Not a clit. Not a clit not a clit not a—

But it felt like one, even as she tried to deny it. It looked smaller now. Thinner. Still stiff, still leaking, still flushed and twitching, but…small. Almost shy. Almost pretty. She whimpered and tried again. “I have a dick! I do! I—”

But her voice caught again and she found herself leaning toward Rob. She wanted to recoil, to grab her clothes, to cover up this wrong body that felt too good, but Lorraine was sitting up now beside her, one heavy breast brushing her bare arm, and Andi’s breath hitched in a long, confused moan.

Lorraine tilted her head. “You’re melting,” she said in a sing-song voice. “Mmm…it’s cute.”

“I’m not—I’m not m-melting,” Andi insisted, her voice warbling. “I’m a man, I’m a—whatever boys are, that’s what I am. I don’t—I don’t have anything else, I swear! I’m not—just because I can’t think of the words doesn’t mean I’m not—”

Lorraine leaned in and kissed her again.

Andi froze.

Her lips were warm, plush, confident. The kiss wasn’t aggressive—but it wasn’t gentle, either. It didn’t ask permission. It just happened, and Andi let it, her body softening under it, her fingers still helplessly gripping her clit—no cock cock cock—as Lorraine’s tongue traced softly against her lips. Rob’s hands slid up along her chest again. They cupped the underside of her chest and rubbed her sensitive, now-puffier nipples in lazy circles. She whimpered into Lorraine’s mouth, her hips trembling.

She didn’t know who she was anymore, but she couldn’t stop feeling right. She wasn’t supposed to like any of this. A man touching her? A woman? She wasn’t even—wasn’t—oh God. Was she?

Rob leaned close again, his breath warm against her cheek. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” he murmured.

Andi moaned, and her hips bucked. “I don’t—I can’t—”

He kissed her neck, and Lorraine moaned into her mouth, and Andi whimpered again, as something inside her shifted.

At some point, everything had just…blurred. The edges of the room melted. The couch, the walls, the strange wet sound of Lorraine’s tongue—it all pulsed around her like a dream she couldn’t wake from. Warmth climbed her spine, spreading through her chest, her thighs, her scalp. Her thoughts were slippery now. Muffled. They refused to stay still. Words didn’t mean the same things they’d meant a minute ago. She couldn’t hold onto them. Every time she reached, they dissolved into sweetness.

“Rob,” she whimpered.

“I’m here.”

His voice was low and soft, delicious.

Lorraine’s mouth was still kissing hers—open and drooling and needy. Their tongues moved lazily together like they were drunk on each other. Her breast—was it hers? Was it a breast yet?—rubbed against Lorraine’s chest and made her gasp. It felt alive.

Andi blinked.

Her nipples were so swollen now. Thick. Her areolas were a rich pink color, and the skin beneath them had puffed out into two soft, teardrop curves—small but real. She cupped them with trembling fingers and winced at the electric pleasure that bloomed out across her ribs. Her skin was so smooth. Like it had been shaved and powdered, no trace of her usual roughness, her widespread acne scars.

She shivered.

“I’m not supposed to look like this,” she said slowly, working out the words. “I’m not a girl, I’m not a—I’m supposed to be—I have a—”

She looked down, but where her cock had been—thick and leaking and insistent—there was now only a twitching, tiny nub, hidden in soft folds. Wet folds. Glimmering, blushing. Her thighs were wider. Her hips rounder. Her waist had a little dip now. It was wrong, but it was gorgeous.

Her fingers trembled down to her slit. She touched it—just barely—and moaned. The pleasure wasn’t sharp, like before. It was deep and rolling, a hunger that swirled low in her belly and curled her toes. She moaned again and spread her legs wider. She didn’t even know she’d done it. It just felt right.

Rob’s mouth kissed her chest, in the sensitive skin just beneath her little breast. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

“I’m not,” she breathed.

“You are.”

“I’m a—I’m not a—I don’t have a…” She touched herself again, and a spasm rippled up her spine. Her back arched and she mewled in his arms before whispering, “I don’t know what I have anymore.”

Lorraine giggled beside her, head flopping to the side, her thick cock twitching lazily against her stomach. “Told you,” she mumbled. “She’s so cute…”

Andi tried to argue. She opened her mouth to correct them—he, she meant he—but the word didn’t come. What was the opposite of girl? She couldn’t remember. Not “woman,” that wasn’t it. What did boys call themselves? What did boys have?

She touched her pussy again and cried out. Her body shook with pleasure.

Rob’s hand cradled her ass now, pulling her hips gently forward as his lips suckled at her tit, drawing it deeper into his mouth like it was something substantial. She looked down. Her nipples were red now, long and sensitive. Her breasts—not just little anymore—jiggled faintly with every breath.

“I’m—I’m a—” she whispered.

“You’re pretty,” Rob said, and kissed her again. “You’re soft.”

She sobbed, unable to figure out why it wasn’t true. “I’m not…” But Lorraine pulled her into another kiss. Their lips slid together with ease, and her thoughts faded for a moment.

And then Rob’s fingers found her. They slipped between her thighs and dipped into her new pussy like he already knew what she was, like he owned it. She screamed. It wasn’t even a moan anymore. It was too pure, too helpless. Her hips bucked against his hand as his fingers curled inside her.

“I’m not supposed to be…”

Her voice faltered. But even as tears slid down her cheeks, her hips continued to move and her breathing continued to quicken. And somewhere inside her dizzy, overstimulated little mind, the last word she remembered—the one she'd forgotten before, the one she couldn’t say—bubbled up like a secret, and stuck.

“I’m a girl!”

***** ***** *****

7.

She didn’t remember falling into Lorraine’s arms, but that was where she found herself. It was soft and slow and sleepy, curled into a warm, drowsy tangle of bare skin and fuzzy thighs. Lorraine’s skin smelled like sweat and milk and something earthy. Her breath was soft against Andi’s temple. Her big, plush tits pressed against Andi’s side like comforting pillows, rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of someone too drunk on afterglow to care about time.

Andi blinked slowly, her head swimming. The room pulsed, breathing with her heartbeat for a moment as her blurry vision cleared. She felt small. Safe. Still…wet. It wasn’t just between her legs—though she was, oh god, she was—but everywhere. Her skin gleamed with sweat and semen, her thighs shivered, her nipples poked hard against her . Every part of her was sensitive. Every part of her felt alive. Even the air felt erotic, warm and heavy and clinging to her body like Rob’s hands.

She squinted her heavy eyelids and pursed her thick lips as she tried to think back to what she was saying earlier. What she was trying to say, anyway. Something about being a boy? That didn’t sound right. Why would she say something so dumb? She was obviously a girl.

A very, very horny girl.

Rob was between her legs now. His strong hands gently pushed her thighs apart, and his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking and swirling with a practiced, reverent rhythm. It was too much. She whimpered, her hips lifting from the couch instinctively, grinding herself against his tongue with a clumsy, desperate rhythm.

“R-Rob…” she whimpered.

He didn’t answer, and he didn’t stop. Her hands fluttered up to her chest. The weight of her breasts heavier now, rounder, jiggling every time she gasped. Her nipples were so stiff they ached, and when she grazed one with her palm she nearly screamed.

And then it happened. The sound escaped her lips like a hiccup. Low, throaty, tremulous as she thrust her hips into Rob’s sweet tongue. “Mmhooo…”

She froze.

What the fuck was that?

Lorraine stirred beside her, smiling, her eyes only half open, but she said nothing. Andi swallowed, heart pounding. She cleared her throat and giggled shakily as she met Rob’s gaze over the rise and fall of her tummy. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—” she began, and then the sound bubbled up in her throat again. “I—mmuh—mmmhhooooo!”

It was longer this time, and clearer. Her voice vibrated and the strength of it made her pussy clench. She gasped and clapped both hands over her mouth, mortified.

Rob raised his head slightly from between her legs, eyes twinkling. “You okay, baby?” he murmured.

She nodded her head, shook it twice, and looked down guiltily as she nodded again. Her voice was high and bubbled like champagne “I—I made a sound.”

Lorraine kissed her cheek lazily. “You made a moo!” she whispered, giggling.

Andi blushed so hard her ears burned. “N-no! I d-don’t moo—I don’t—people don’t m-moo. I just—mnnhh—mmmooooo!”

She tried to cross her arms in front of her body, but she struggled to find a comfortable place with her new breasts. Wait—new? They weren’t new, were they? She had always had them! Right? She looked down at her chest and pouted, rubbing her titties and giggling when she brushed her nipples on accident. Her thighs trembled as an ache spread in her belly. It was more like a growing pressure than any pain. Her stomach felt full, almost bloated, but not horribly so. Sensitive. She rubbed it gently with both hands, and the ache spread down her thighs, curled up into her breasts and cupped her pussy with a tender hand.

Then she bit her lip and looked down.

Her tits were bigger.

She didn’t think they were quite massive, not cartoonish, but definitely heavier now, like firm teardrops that gently raised her pink nipples into the sky. Her nipples poked forward shamelessly, fat and flushed, leaking little dots of clear fluid. Her breath hitched.

“Rob…” she whispered again. “My—mm-my milk—”

He smiled, raising an arm from between her legs and leaning forward to catch a tiny drop on his fingertip. “I know.” He raised the drop of milk to his lips and licked it with the very tip of his tongue.

Andi moaned, the sound turning inevitably into another moo. She didn’t know if she was supposed to be scared. Maybe? Something was happening to her, but it was kind of hard to figure out what it was. She felt over every part of her body to make sure they all felt correct. The longer she touched herself, the more aroused her body became.

But something was starting to feel wrong. Her…pussy. It was so…wet. But she was supposed to have—a not-pussy? Like whatever the opposite of a pussy was? Like…a cock? She was supposed to have a cock. Because she was a boy. Andy cried out as he fought his way out of the wonderful, pleasurable fog, thrusting his wide, feminine hips forward into Rob’s face in the process. He moaned and slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the way his plump, feminine lips kissed his palm even without him trying. “F-ffuck,” sh—he said, cringing at his high voice, the upturn at the end of his words. “I’m—like—not a girl?”

“Of course you’re a girl,” Rob corrected her with a confused smile, and rubbed her thighs soothingly as he waited for her to finish thinking. He was so cute when he was confused, she thought distantly, before s—he shook his head and pursed his lips.

“N-no, but like, um…I’m supposed to have…” Andy broke into an embarrassed giggle. It was kind of a naughty word, and the thought of saying it made him blush.

“Supposed to have what, baby?”

“You know,” Andy began, shifting against Lorraine’s soft body and tucking a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her dainty ear as she tried to find a way not to say it. His cheeks blushed a deep pink, and he chewed on his lip with a growing smile as he stared at Rob and asked, “A c-cock?”

“Like a penis?” Rob asked, his eyes lighting up as if Andy had just told him a joke. He chuckled as he pulled his own half-hard dick into his hand and showed it off, slipping a thick metal ring down his length and nestling it against his balls. “Like this penis?” he continued, and looked back up at Andy as if to confirm. “You had a penis like this, Andi?”

“Well, not exactly like that…mm—I dunno,” Andi mumbled, starting to feel confused. A sinking dread was threading into her body. He knew, he knew, that he used to have a penis, but the problem was that he couldn’t remember ever having one. All of his memories never seemed to have it. It was always soft, and wet, and warm…and it always felt so good when she put something inside… “No! No, um, I want…I want my c-cock!”

But then Rob leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips, and Lorraine wrapped her arms around her from behind, and suddenly the fear and confusion just…slipped away. As if it wasn’t important anymore.

“Just breathe,” Rob said. “I’m here.”

She did. Her breaths were slow and steady, like waves breaking across her throat. “M-mooooo…muh—mmmooooo!” It came again, thick and low and so satisfying. Her lips parted, her breath caught, her back arched into the lowing as it left her. It felt right. Sexy and natural like it should be, like scratching an itch she didn’t know she had. A deep, soft vibration that bloomed and tingled in her brain and echoed in her throat.

Her hands rubbed lazy circles low on her stomach, which felt increasingly sensitive and tender as if something inside her was slowly stretching. It tingled beneath her touch. Her tits swayed faintly with each breath, heavier now, round enough to press gently against her arms as she hugged herself and leaned into Lorraine’s embrace. She didn’t hate the feelings overtaking her.

Rob kissed her temple, brushing her hair back. “Feeling better?” he murmured.

“Mmhmm…”

“Still remember your name?”

She blinked up at him. What a weird question. Of course she did. She was An—And…

Wait.

Her eyes narrowed faintly and she knit her eyebrows together in really deep thought. She…had a name. Definitely. It had an A, she was sure. Something like Ann? Annie? No, that was wrong. Something cuter. Or less cute? She couldn’t remember if she was supposed to be cute.

“An—di,” she said softly at last, proud of herself. Rob smiled, and she giggled under his loving gaze. “I fuh-forgot,” she said, and laughed when it came out slurred and bubbly. Her tongue felt too big in her mouth, her teeth a little too flat. The words didn’t sound quite right. She shook her head, blinked hard, and tried again.

“I, um, I used to be in—like…mmm…the…” What class had she taken? She’d had a schedule. A planner. Notes. A routine. What was it called?

“I—I was a smart,” she said, then frowned. That didn’t sound right either. “I mean I was in…I took smart—like, school. College. It was…ohhh, uhmm…”

Rob squeezed her hip, gently. “You were a good student,” he agreed.

She nodded quickly, grateful he’d said it. “Y-yeah! Yeah, I had, uh, the books? An’ like, the…papers. Tests. Like A’s. I got, like, all of the letters.”

Lorraine snorted behind her, giggling into her neck. “You’re so smart,” she whispered, teasing.

Andi puffed out her chest with pride, her tits jiggling as they did, but after a moment she blinked again, confused. “I was smart,” she repeated. Then her smile wobbled as she lost confidence in her memory of it. “Right?”

Rob kissed her again to comfort her. “Of course you were. But you don’t need to be now.”

She mooed softly, which turned into a moan. “I don’t?”

“No, baby. You don’t need to think so hard. I’ll take care of you.”

Lorraine nuzzled closer. “Mmmhm. No thoughts.”

That sounded…good. Thinking was hard. Every time she tried to remember something—anything—it felt like the thought was floating just out of reach, bobbing in warm milk. She knew she’d gone to class. She knew she’d studied. She had flashcards and stuff. Right?

She licked her lips, tasting sweetness. Her body felt soft and pink, so pale that the flush of heat on her body was bright and visible. Her belly still throbbed faintly. She watched, almost enraptured, as her breasts continued to leak thin drops of a milky liquid, swelling at the tip of her nipples until they became too heavy and dripped slowly down the sensitive skin of her titties. Her pussy was already wet again, or maybe it had always been wet.

And it felt so good.

**** *** ****

They were beautiful.

Rob had moved away from the pair and sat at the edge of the couch, shirt discarded, jeans half unzipped, cock ring snug against the base of his shaft. His eyes never left them, the soft, lazy tangle of bare limbs and flushed curves that Andi and Lorraine had become. Andi now lay spread between Lorraine’s thighs like she belonged there, half-limp with post-orgasmic bliss, her eyes fluttering shut every few seconds only to snap open in dazed, cow-like confusion.

He already felt a roaring, needy heat raging within him. Not even sex with Lorraine had been able to sate him, but he had a feeling it was about to get even worse.

“Mmmmoo…” Andi whimpered again, pleasantly.

That sound—sweet and mindless—shot straight through him. Rob wrapped his fingers around his cock and began stroking slowly, the ring sensitive against his base. God, the way Lorraine’s massive tits jiggled now, even with the slightest shift. The way Andi cupped one absently, nursing it as if it were a treasured thing. The way her slick pussy twitched at every light touch, helpless and wet and totally open to whatever came next. Rob groaned and leaned back. God, his thighs ached.

It started small.

A little tightness in the legs of his jeans, then a slow throb in his shoulders. Then there was a spreading heat—growth—blooming in his arms, his chest, his legs.

He didn’t stop stroking himself. His cock felt heavier in his hand now. Fuller, as if he had to widen his grip in order to continue rubbing himself. The head was swollen, flushed almost purple. His balls ached with pressure as they hung like weights against him, tight and high. His breath caught as the change surged through him, delicious and dangerous, like something divine.

He came once, quick and sticky. Intense.

But his erection didn’t soften, even as he arched his back and felt his roiling balls empty themselves with several large spurts. Instead, he felt more. More him, more male. His shoulders broadened, his back thickened, his thighs pressed wider apart as his traps swelled. In short, he felt muscle stacking on muscle, not freakishly cut, but powerful, smooth, functional. He felt better than he ever had in his life before, healthy and strong. His stomach curved with strength, not sharp, glossy abs, but real mass beneath a fine, healthy layer of fat and heat.

He looked down at himself and exhaled sharply. “Fuck.” His voice was low and rich now. It vibrated in his throat when he spoke, making him break into a heavy-lidded smile. He reached up and squeezed one thick bicep, then ran his hands across his chest. He was so dense and wide, slick with fresh sweat. He looked in the mirror across the room, just barely able to see his reflection, and smiled.

God, he felt good.

And the girls—his girls—were watching him now: Lorraine with a lazy, dreamy smile on her muzzle, and Andi with her dazed, flushed face and her slightly parted lips. She moaned again. Or maybe mooed. It was starting to get hard to tell the difference between the two. But it looked so sexy on her completely human face. She was…she was changing differently from Lorrai—Laurence. Larry’s name had disappeared from his brain for a second, like it wanted him to forget it.

The seam of his pants strained as he stood. He could feel it, every inch of muscle pulling at the fabric. And he liked that. He wanted to outgrow everything. Wanted to feel too big. Too strong. Wanted other guys on campus to look at him and ache with envy. Well, they would. He was sure of it.

He stroked himself again, slow and reverent. “M-mmy lord, it feels so damn mm—mmooo!” A deep, guttural mooo rose from his chest, unintentional and instinctive, and the sound made his entire cock tremble with pleasure.

Lorraine was curled in a warm puddle on the far end of the couch, chest rising and falling slowly, her udder rising with each breath. She was content. Half-dreaming. Her hand rested atop her soft cock like it was a plush toy. But she lifted her head from the sofa when Rob lowed, and her sleepy eyes blinked in languid happiness when she met Rob’s powerful gaze. He stood above them now heftier than before. He didn’t tower over them yet, but a thrum of excitement passed through him at the thought of it. His muscles pressed his jeans to their limits, each step threatening to burst a seam. He thought about changing, but he liked how it looked: the straining fabric over his shoulders, the way Andi’s eyes flicked down every time he flexed.

He bent toward her and pulled his cock back into his pants as he zipped them up. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Andi blinked. Her pupils were wide and glassy, and her lips were parted in a soft, sleepy little “o.” She mooed once, then nodded with a silly, eager smile. She was just the perfect little slut now, more perfect than Rob assumed Andy would end up. Flawless and breathtaking and already so stupid. He hadn’t realized she would be so dumb, but it was kind of endearing. Rob chuckled and helped her sit up. She made a little nnnf noise as she rose, breasts swaying on her narrow chest. She was still naked, save for some little socks clinging to her toes. Her hair was a tangled mess, her thighs sticky, her skin glowing.

She looked perfect.

“Let’s get you dressed,” he murmured.

She stared up at him, blinking slowly. “Duhhressed?”

He kissed her forehead. “Clothes, babe.”

“Cluhh…m-mmooo…” She mooed again.

He grabbed one of his oldest hoodies from his room—green, frayed at the wrists, and oversized—and gently pulled it down over her arms. It hung huge on her, swallowing her frame, smelling like sweat and cedarwood and whatever cologne he was likely to wear. She inhaled it deeply, then immediately melted into a happy, drunken sigh.

“Smell gooood,” she murmured. The words slurred together.

He grinned. “Glad you think so.”

She didn’t flinch when he helped her into a pair of his old boxers as well, stretched out enough to sit soft and comfortable on her hips. Her tailbone gave a little twitch, the suggestion of something still to come, but neither of them noticed. She wriggled adorably, pulling the hoodie down over her thighs as if it might help her feel covered. Nothing could help that little whore not look needy and cock-hungry, even if she didn’t know it yet, he thought suddenly, and the tone of it surprised him. His cock jumped in his underwear, and he shook his head to get the thought out of it before turning back to Andi and smiling.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Andi flushed. “Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

She giggled. Her eyes crossed for a second, and then she leaned into his side and hugged his arm like it was a stuffed animal.

He tucked Lorraine in with the fleece blanket hanging over the couch, making sure she was cozy and warm. She mooed when he kissed her goodbye, and closed her eyes, completely unconcerned. Then he threw an ill-fitting t-shirt over his wide shoulders, grabbed his keys and wallet, and led Andi out into the hallway. She made a soft moo and clutched his hand tightly as they stepped into the open air, her nipples visibly stiff, even beneath the thick fabric. He also noticed how her hips were slightly wider, her legs softer, her walk more of a bounce than a stride. She clung to him like a baby cow following her bull. He hadn’t even gotten shoes onto her feet, but she didn’t seem to mind the feel of the carpet on her toes.

It made his cock twitch again.

The walk across the ped mall from their dormitory was quiet and dark. Rob didn’t know exactly what time it was, but the lights from the surrounding town had faded to a faint pink glow in the sky. Late enough that they only passed two people on the short walk, and each time they came near, he felt the way Andi drew close against him, as if he would keep her safe. He was starting to think he would, that he might do anything to keep her safe and next to him.

The commons were also mostly quiet at the late hour. Only a few students milled around the main floor, but enough for a few to notice him. Rob could feel it, the curious stares, the subtle side-glances, the jealous way two underclassmen gawked as he passed. He looked huge in his tight clothing. Andi clung to his arm like a dizzy little pillowcase full of honey, giggling, mooing softly now and then like she didn’t even know she was doing it. He was a perfect specimen, and he was walking with a nearly perfect female specimen too.

She tried to talk once. When he walked her toward the stairway, she paused unsteadily at the top. He pointed down to the food court on the lower floor, where they had one cafe that still served late-night customers. He could see it, the chairs set out around the center of the court, half a dozen other students eating and studying late. Then he looked back to Andi to see if she understood. She opened her mouth in a little round shape and pointed with him, a smile spreading across her face. “Fuh-fuhd!”

Rob leaned down and kissed her cheek with a smile. “You wanna eat, right?”

“Mmmhmm! Ah wuh—ahhh, h-hah guh fuh…” Her tongue was so thick and long and sluggish that her words were scarcely understandable, and as her thought faded, she mooed and burst into silly laughter.

“You want…” Rob’s words faded, his voice trembling on the edge of laughter as he considered the implications of buying a hamburger for a cow girl in progress. Andi gazed up at him, her big eyes so innocent and unsuspecting he thought it almost wasn’t possible to look so loyal and dependent. “You know, maybe I’ll get you one of those vegetarian burger things. I think they sell those. How does that sound?”

“Yess!” Andi squealed, pulling him excitedly down the stairs.

Rob followed close on her heels, though he didn’t think she even knew what he meant. All her little eager wiggles, and the ditsy way she bounced her heavy breasts and swung her slender, alluring hips, told him she was just happy he was buying her food. Even so, her dependence on him was making his cock hard, and he grunted as he adjusted himself.

The little late-night stall at the back of the commons was indeed still open, the scent of fried oil and microwaved indulgence wafting out into the air. Warm, heavy food smells. Grease and salt and melting cheese. It made Andi coo. Rob led her to a seat, and she curled into the corner booth like a sleepy kitten as he went up to the counter. The old hoodie began to slip off one shoulder, and her thighs were bare under the table, lips slightly parted as she stared at the menu above the register with dazed incomprehension. Her fingers toyed with the drawstrings on Rob’s sweatshirt. Her hand kept brushing the erect tip of her nipple, and each time it did, she gave a tiny, involuntary gasp.

Rob handled the ordering. A double vegetarian cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake. All for her. It was out in less than five minutes, and she mooed when she saw the tray. Rob took smaller steps than was natural, his legs held back by his jeans as he walked. He could feel the seams stretching to their limit with every movement, and the tray felt flimsy in his larger hands. Andi’s eyes widened when she saw him, and the muscles flashing beneath his clothes, and then her eyes locked onto the tray being set on the table.

“Ohhh, mmmuhh—muh-milkshake…” she murmured, face flushed and stupid with joy.

She slurped at it immediately, some of the pink cream catching on her lip as she greedily wrapped her mouth around the wide straw. Rob watched her wipe it off clumsily with the sleeve of her hoodie and then lick the sleeve. The moment she bit into the burger, struggling to get her entire mouth around the thick sandwich, she let out another little sound, low and slow. “Mmmoooh…”

Rob chuckled, sliding in beside her, taking up more than half the bench. He barely fit anymore. His shoulders brushed the metal edge, and his thighs spread wide beneath the table. The seams of his shirt were stretched to their limit, the neckline had beginning to sag beneath the strain of his growing chest. His pecs pressed visibly beneath the fabric with each breath.

Andi snuggled up to him while chewing, her body moving instinctively toward the biggest, safest heat source in the room. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes unfocused.

Rob scanned the space. Two guys near the drink machine glanced over again. One of them leaned to whisper something to the other. They looked, their eyes moving between him and her. Andi didn’t even notice—or maybe she did and liked it.

She gave a shy little giggle, then blinked and mooed again into her burger. It was hard to tell if she was embarrassed or excited as he looked down at her, so small as she wiggled her ass into her seat beside him. Probably both. She chewed slowly, mouth open, swallowing with effort. Every now and then she turned and pressed her face to Rob’s shoulder, murmuring half-sounds. They weren’t quite words anymore. Just fragments.

“Ahh—buhh—I wan’ eat fuhh…mmuhhh…”

“You’re doing great,” Rob murmured, his voice low and rich. “Just eat.”

Andi moaned, as if he had touched her instead of praising her, and several half-chewed chunks of burger dropped out of her mouth before she took another wide, greedy bite. She was…she was really stupid. Rob didn’t think he had ever seen a girl as dumb as her, and part of him worried if she had lost a little too much of herself during the first part of the transformation. The other part of him was almost painfully hard at how hot she already was, how endearing and trusting. He could probably tell her to do anything, and she might do it without even asking why.

“Hey, little lady,” a male voice to his left said. Rob turned his head and found a faintly familiar sophomore gazing hungrily at Andi while she ate. “You enjoying that burger?”

“Soooo goooood,” she nearly lowed in response, her voice stuffed with food and altogether too lewd for Rob’s comfort. She raised her eyes and smiled when she saw the new addition to the group. Then she moaned again and took another messy bite, condiments spilling out the bottom of the sandwich around her small fingers.

“Greedy, huh?” the growing annoyance asked, and Rob did his best to keep his temper. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, little lady.

What’s your name?”

“Andi!”

“What a pretty name, Andi. Don’t you think so, Shane?” He stepped aside to welcome someone else into the group, and Rob gripped the edge of the table. Shane was one of the school’s best football players, and Rob had already sworn to be enemies with the jock. He glared as blond, smug Shane slid into the booth across from them and took Andi’s hand to kiss the back of it.

“So pretty,” Shane drawled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward when Andi giggled. She was practically preening under the new attention, but remained dedicated to finishing her meal before giving them her own full attention.

Rob watched silently as they tried to flirt with her in a number of ways: complimenting her, making innuendos, touching and kissing her hands, and making jokes with her. And still she continued to eat her burger as if she had never eaten one before, painting her face with ketchup and mustard and the shine of grease before it was wiped away and replaced with strawberry milkshake. She would giggle, sometimes respond in one or two word answers, but Rob could see she was starting to aggravate them.

“Tell me, Andi. How many drinks have you had tonight?” Shane asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Andi stared at him for a moment, a blank look on her face, before she held up one finger and reached out, her arm extending until she poked him on the nose and giggled. She pushed her chest out as she returned to her food, humming a song Rob was sure did not exist at all. He watched as Shane rolled his blue eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Then Andi surprised them by actually speaking, her voice scarcely slurring at all. “I don’t drink, silly. I’m a Christian!”

About to end the increasingly strange conversation, Rob opened his mouth, but paused when he felt Andi’s hand on his thigh. A shudder moved through him, before he could turn his head and look down at her. She didn’t even seem to know she was touching him, but the sensation of her fingers pressed against his upper thigh, warm against the sensitive skin. She was chewing loudly, her mouth open, as if she hadn’t just remembered something important about her old self.

“Whatever,” Shane muttered, banging his way out of the booth and muttering something about women as he shoved his friend toward the stairs and the two of them left.

Rob watched as they went, waiting until they disappeared outside the upper level doors before deciding to turn back to Andi. She was still eating, as if no one had even interrupted them. Rob wanted to forget about it—he was supposed to be powerful! And they had just ignored him as if he didn’t even exist. Obviously Andi was his girl, and they were incredibly rude to try and take her from him. But Andi…Andi was loyal. He looked down at her and felt his heart flutter, his cock jump in his pants again. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, and she sighed contentedly as she settled against him again.

“Thank you,” he began, his voice scratching as it lowered even further, “for being a good girl and staying loyal.”

She smiled like she’d been praised for acing a test, and he could feel it rising in him again. The need to possess her, to own her, to show her off and make her remember she was his. God, it felt really good to think of her like that. His chest ached with the urge to expand, to fill his shirt, to flex just a little and feel the seams split. His cock throbbed against the tightness of the denim, not just from arousal. Now he was the kind of man other men noticed and envied. The kind of bull one sweet, stupid cow girl wanted to cuddle up to.

Before he could stop it, a deep rumble slipped from his chest. “Mmmmhhh…” Even though it wasn’t a complete lowing, he could feel the rightness of the sound in his chest, the calm that came from making it. Andi blinked up at him, smiling so big her eyes squinted shut, like she’d heard something funny.

He mooed again, softly. She mooed back.

And for one perfect moment, they sat together in the fluorescent-lit corner of the late-night campus food court, giggling and mooing together, full of grease and warmth and dumb, beautiful pleasure.

***** ***** *****

8.

The campus was empty, the night stretching like a velvet ribbon between the dorms and the dimly-lit quad. Street-lamps spilled pale yellow over sidewalks, and every footstep echoed in the quiet. Andi’s pace was uneven, her legs wobbling as if they belonged to someone half-asleep. Rob kept a hand lightly on her elbow, guiding and steadying her, but not gripping too tightly. She leaned against him when she needed it, her head brushing his shoulder, hair soft and warm. Her breaths were shallow, voice floating between moos and murmurs.

The next subtle change came in her ears. Rob noticed before she did: the softening and the stretching, the faint flick at the tips that hinted new sensitivity. He blinked, feeling his chest tighten. Her long, black hair fell around them both like a curtain, and he grabbed it in his hands, feeling the silkiness of it.

Andi tilted her head, gazing up at him. Her eyes were glassy and wide, and nearly uncomprehending. “Mmm?” she said. The word was quiet and uncertain, but more than that it carried a soft, musical resonance, almost like a moo trying to form itself into speech.

Rob swallowed, hesitant to speak. “Uh…yeah,” he said finally. “You—you’re…uh…”

His words faltered at the sight of her. She was still changing. It was happening slowly, but with a determination he couldn’t ignore. Her nose had broadened slightly, the bridge expanding, nostrils flaring in the cool air. Not cartoonish, not grotesque, but real. Natural. Something about it made her seem younger, gentler, yet impossibly sweet. Her hands drifted low on her stomach, below the ribs, sliding beneath her hoodie. Rob’s eyes widened as he saw the subtle swell: the warm, round beginnings of a tiny udder pressing softly beneath fabric. Her fingers traced it absentmindedly, circular motions that didn’t quite realize what they were doing.

“Is…that weird?” Andi asked as she lifted up the hoodie and showed him the pink flesh beginning to swell, her words slow and uncertain. Four tiny points were visible even in the low light, poking out of the rounded tissue. She looked up at him, expecting him to know the answer better than her, and her fingers played with the beginnings of her teats.

Rob shook his head, exhaling. “No. Not weird. Not at all.” He couldn’t stop the small thrill that ran through him at how genuinely unconcerned she seemed, how natural it was for her to touch herself there. It was making him warm.

She giggled, a soft and airy sound. Her mouth opened again, forming words that wobbled, then fell into the low hum of a moo. The sound was accidental, instinctual. Andi didn’t flinch. She didn’t even seem to notice. Her breasts shifted subtly beneath the hoodie, fuller now, and pressed clearly against the fabric. Her nipples were just barely visible, tiny bumps against the material. Her hips widened a bit, preserving her athletic frame but softening the angles. The beginnings of her little tail twitched once as she adjusted her balance, something tucked beneath her boxers and pressing against her ass. Every step carried a subtle sway.

Rob’s chest tightened. He could feel the primal pull of her changes, the hum of innocence intertwined with burgeoning sensuality. It made his pulse spike, his hands clench unconsciously. He wanted to take her here, now; but he knew the consequences of being caught, and he was able to keep himself under control.

By the time they reached the dorm doors, Andi’s voice had reduced to a series of soft moos and occasional fragments of phrases. She leaned against him, heavy-lidded and content. Her udder pressed against his side. He could feel it, warm and yielding.

The front door clicked open, and Andi simply pressed her head against his chest and let herself be guided inside.

**** *** ****

Lorraine lay on the couch, a soft, hazy figure beneath the blankets, her chest rising and falling with each long breath. Her curly hair tumbled across her shoulders, an ear twitching occasionally as if aware of some distant noise. Andi mooed in contentment when she saw Lorraine, one of her best friends, and slipped into the couch beside her, fingers brushing Lorraine’s furry, brown thigh.

“Mmm…” Andi murmured, or moooed. The distinction was nearly lost. She rested her head against Lorraine’s chest, feeling her heartbeat, the gentle rhythm of her breath through her wide nose.

Lorraine stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Andi…” Her voice was low, sultry even, honeyed with confusion and pleasure. “You’re back.”

Andi’s fingers twitched across Lorraine’s thigh, circling lazily as they moved higher. “I’m—mmmnn…mmoooo. Mooo!” She tried to speak, but only a single word emerged, swallowed by a soft moo. She giggled, unconcerned.

Lorraine reached out, cupping Andi’s cheek. Her fingers were light but deliberate. “You’re…so soft,” she murmured.

Andi nuzzled into her, moos blending with the occasional syllable she still remembered. It was so hard to remember all her words, but at least Lorraine could understand her. Her small udder pressed into Lorraine’s side, warmth rising her spine. Lorraine reached out to grab Andi’s hoodie and pulled it over her head, giggling when it caught on her breasts. Panic flickered briefly in Andy’s old memories as they slapped against his chest unnaturally—the faint echo of a flat chest flashing through her head—but Andi’s dumb happiness and her giddy, soft-minded comfort, overpowered it. She felt too good to care.

Her wide dumb grin and the pleasure rocketing through her body stole the moment, clarity dissolving like mist in sunlight.

Rob, meanwhile, stood in the bathroom and faced his own reflection. Every movement revealed more changes: muscle thickening, chest and shoulders broadening, thick hair sprouting along his arms and torso. He had horns too, sprouting from the sides of his head as they had walked down into the basement. And they had lengthened nearly four inches longer since then, curving outward, bone-white with subtle points.

His cock and balls had already begun shifting. He could feel the skin thickening between his legs, his testicles eventually pressing against the crotch of his jeans. He groaned, feeling heavy and swollen, and unzipped himself. The equipment that revealed itself to him in the mirror was almost unrecognizable when he pulled his lengthening cock out of his boxers. The tip had already flared—round and thick and flat at the end—dripping with precum that smelled strongly of musk, and it was entirely encased in thick, dark skin. When he tried to wrap his hand around it, he found he could barely touch his thumb to his fingers.

The moos from the couch grew louder, more urgent. Andi squirmed beneath Lorraine, her small hands pressing and rubbing every part of Lorraine’s body, soft noises of pleasure spilling from her without thought. Lorraine lowed, her long face close to Andi’s, and thrust her wide hips against the other cow-girl’s. Then her long, thick tongue peeked out of her mouth, and she shoved it deep into Andi’s mouth in a greedy kiss.

Rob’s body tensed, instincts flaring as he smelled their arousal. He shifted his weight, massive legs pressing into the floor, thick-nailed toes curling slightly as a primal dominance rose through him. His chest heaved. He felt powerful and strong. He smelled the warmth of the girls, the soft, milky scent of their flesh, and it struck him like lightning. He stepped into the living room. His presence was immense, for he stood at nearly seven feet tall now, and he towered over the girls. Andi looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, dumbly happy. Lorraine’s gaze followed, sluggish and half-dreamy. Rob’s deep, vibrating low of control escaped before he could stop it.

The couch sagged beneath them, the weight of bodies and blankets folding like warm dough. Andi lay sprawled beneath Lorraine, her new form soft and pliant, limbs long and lithe, yet with subtle strength underneath. Her hooves—for she had cute little hooves now—dug into the cushions as she adjusted herself. Her udder throbbed gently with each breath, warmth pooling through her torso, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being touched without really knowing why it felt so good.

Lorraine’s eyes, half-closed, traced Andi’s small frame, the soft swell of her breasts and the gentle curve of her athletic hips. Her keratin-tipped fingers moved almost unconsciously, gliding along Andi’s arm, pressing into her sides, fingertips brushing the subtle, nascent softness of her body. Andi’s response was a low, soft moo, a giddy vibration of pleasure that made Lorraine shiver.

Lorraine leaned closer, whispering, “You’re…so warm…”

Andi giggled. Her clumsy, thick lips barely formed words against her flat teeth anymore, though she tried: “Wha…mm—what’s…happe—mmming…”

The remnants of Andy’s rational mind flickered briefly—an echo of panic as she reached for words that she had forgotten. She remembered who she had been: the studious roommate, the responsible one, the boy who had always been careful. For a moment, she froze, trying to make sense of the confusing scene around her. But then Lorraine leaned into her, eyes unfocused and dreamy. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured. Her hand pressed to Andi’s chest, tracing circles lazily over her swollen breasts.

Lorraine’s touch gradually eroded the fleeting panic. Andi’s old memories, her worries and preferences, dissolved like mist. What was left was a mind filled to the brim with fuzzy, ecstatic confusion.

Rob felt the pull from them, even as they focused on each other. The hair on his body was coarse, curling across chest, arms, and shoulders as it thickened to a nearly black pelt. His face shifted too, wider and longer than either Lorraine’s or Andi’s. His legs were threaded with new muscle, chest wide and thick, shoulders nearly twice the width of his narrow waist. Every breath of his carried power, and an intoxicating scent of rawness.

He had to restrain himself. Or he was pretty sure he did. The couch, filled with the soft forms before him, beckoned. Their moos and moans tugged at something deep inside him. Not just desire, but ownership, primal need. His hands itched, fingers wanting to curl, feet wanting to stamp and claim.

Andi’s eyes met his briefly. Wide. Glassy. Dumb and happy. A giggle slipped out, low and musical, when she realized he was looking at her. That sound alone, fragile and unintentionally seductive, made Rob’s chest tighten again, his control slipping further. Lorraine’s lips parted, murmuring something lost in a mix of moos and breath, and his attention switched back to her. She pressed closer to Andi, fingers gliding along soft curves. Andi pressed back, rubbing her udder absentmindedly, tail twitching softly beneath her ass.

Rob’s muscles grew again with unconscious force. His arms thickened, shoulders broadened as his bones expanded, and the veins along his biceps throbbed with growing strength. His cock and balls—already changing—twitched at every sound and scent, pulsing with increasing awareness of the female forms before him.

He knew he was becoming something inhuman, a creature of muscle and instinct, but the need was undeniable, the hunger elemental.

Andi’s transformation continued in slow, teasing increments. Her fingers, now tipped with thick, sensitive nails, grazed her own thighs, her chest rising and falling with unthinking excitement. Her narrow waist drew a striking contrast to the roundness of her hips and ass. Her mind, once a careful and rational one, flickered again.

Memories of Andy bubbled up briefly. A panic rose in her chest. I…I’m…An-Andy! Not this, she wanted to say. Words escaped in low moos, garbled syllables:

“Mmuh! Mmmooo—andy. Mm-andy. Noooo…muh—moooo!

Lorraine tilted her head, confused, eyes half-lidded, and whispered something incomprehensible. Mandy’s panic faltered. That single rational thought, the need to reclaim who she had been as her memories returned for a moment, weakened under Lorraine’s attention and the pleasure of her own body. She forgot why she had been so upset. The dumb bliss of her new form, and the playful giggle that rose with each touch, overpowered every remaining fragment of Andy’s rationality.

The muscles in Rob’s back grew, rolling beneath the skin like living matter sculpted by some divine, primal hand. His hands, larger than human now, flexed automatically. His horns had grown longer, nearly a foot now, and his tail swished behind him. Every part of him was bestial masculinity. He moved closer to the couch, drawn by scent and sound, by the soft, irresistible forms of Mandy and Lorraine.

They yielded for him, clearing a space on the couch that he could sink into, and crowding around him when he had made himself comfortable. If the old couch had sagged before, then it looked about to fall apart beneath his massive frame. His figure dominated the room, and by now he looked nearly half the size of Lorraine. He snorted, flaring his large nostrils as his face creaked and widened again. His nose was wet, nearly dripping with the scent of arousal that hung over them all. The cock ring dug into him slightly, a reminder of the raw, animalistic heat thrumming through him. He could feel the pull of animal instincts growing inside him.

He…he wanted to ravish the girls who so deeply trusted him now that they were kissing his skin, pawing at his erection and begging him to let them suck on it. He wanted to make them his toys, just holes he could use to pleasure himself over and over and over. That was…right…they were his after all. Weren’t they?

And yet, a strange, almost unsettling thrill lingered as he fought to restrain himself; he knew the pull of dominance, the expectation of control, and it aroused him as much as it frightened him. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and they would have to take it. They…they would like it. Rob groaned as blood rushed to his cock, and it twitched against his legs as it began to harden.

Mandy’s intelligence flickered again, ensuring she had no memory of who she was before, or what she was studying. As her thoughts slid from her head, she giggled ecstatically and nuzzled against Robbie’s dense, furry chest. Her body responded without thought, writhing and giggling and moaning each time someone touched her sensitive skin. Every breath became an exploration of the new, sensual reality she inhabited.

Heat pooled between bodies, mixing with the musky, earthy scent of Robbie’s changing body, and the pleasure dripping from swollen, wet pussies. Mandy’s giggles became a constant hum, a soft vibration that pressed against Lorraine’s chest, spilling warmth into every corner of the room. Her hands glided over Mandy’s back, brushing up the sides, feeling the subtle weight and softness of her body.

The memories of Laurence flickered weakly in her mind, a half-forgotten echo that twisted and dissolved in the warmth of sensation, in the lazy pleasure of touch.

“Robbie,” Lorraine moaned, knowing he could help her make sense of what she had just forgotten. He would definitely know why she had just thought of herself like she was a bull. That was ridiculous, right?

“Robbie,” Mandy repeated desperately, breaking into pleasured moos as he grabbed her heavy breasts and began to massage them. She needed his attention. He had had all day with Lorraine, and now it was her turn! Desperately, she pawed with stiff fingers at him, whimpering and mooing with need. “Mmm—oooo! Muh—mooo! Need yooooouuu!”

When he heard her speak, pitiful with her need, a sudden calmness passed over Robbie. His breathing slowed, long and deep, and a hungry look passed instantly over his eyes. With a low grunt, he grabbed Mandy—who squeaked and giggled when he lifted her slight body—and lowered her greedily onto his large erection.

Mandy gasped in sharp pain, squirming as she felt him enter her, and fell limply against his body as the pleasure nearly kicked her barely-functioning mind out of her body. She moaned, her vision fuzzy as she reached blindly for his face to kiss him. But she was far too small, and far too empty-headed to properly find him, so Robbie leaned down himself. With one massive hand, he gripped her throat and rubbed his thumb against her windpipe. He pressed softly, feeling his cock grow even longer inside of her when he pressed down and heard her gasp for air.

“Mmmnnn! I’mmmm—mmooo! Yesss—mmmuh! Ahh!”

Mandy began moving herself against Robbie as he continued to thrust into her. She could feel the heat building inside, telling her that something wonderful was coming. It was—what was it? Mandy couldn’t seem to remember what she was waiting for, even as she bounced up and down on his massive bull penis. He was filling every crevice inside her, she was sure of that, and it felt absolutely wonderful. He was…he was…her bull, and she was…his mate…

She giggled when she realized, and her long tail slapped wildly against his legs as she lost control. The tension inside her was building to some kind of climax, but she needed more. Whining needily as she clung to Robbie’s stolid form, she felt him chuckle deep in his chest, and shivered. Her fingers clumsily gripped at the thick hair on his chest, losing hold of it again and again as she bounced harder and harder. She looked so small in his lap, riding his massive cock. Even as her round ass bounced against his huge balls, jiggling with the intensity, she was minute compared to him—he was strong and big and loving—

“Mmm—aaahhh! Mmmmnnghh—! Mmmuuhhh—hhoooo!” Mandy couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her lips, something between a woman’s moans and a cow’s lowing. She was feeling so tight down there. Was that normal?

Beside her, Lorraine was snuggled against Robbie’s side and slowly rubbing her own erection. The sight of it sent Mandy’s rhythm spiraling, and she had to work really hard to find it again—even with Robbie holding her hips and trying to help her. He was so strong now. She felt so safe and small in his grasp, so full of happiness and pleasure that she felt like she might burst. Wait. Was she going to burst?

Something was building inside of her, and she felt like…like she was going to…explode.

“Nnnnuh—mmm-wait!” she tried to find her words, to tell him she was in danger. It felt really good, but it had to be bad. “Mmmoooo! Moo! Muh—mmooo!”

Robbie moved his hands up to her tiny waist, gripping her securely as he lifted her off his cock and slammed her back down with an increasing pace. He grunted and groaned as he worked closer to orgasm, his cock twitching inside of her. She moaned each time his length filled her, unimaginably wet as fluids leaked down her thighs. It felt sooo good, but she was still worried that something bad—

With one hand, Robbie reached out and grabbed one of her thick nipples, yanking back on it and pulling her forward with him. She cried out in pain, and felt his cock pressing against the skin between her pussy and her asshole, but the cry turned to an unmistakable moan as it turned to molten pleasure. She opened her mouth to warn him again, but at that moment, his cock jerked inside of her.

“Mmuh—mmmmooooooooo!” she lowed in pleasure as his cock swelled even bigger, and his hot seed filled her, spurting so deep into her that her belly swelled slightly, round and taut.

Robbie’s mouth opened as he groaned in orgasmic bliss, and his large, flat teeth sank into Mandy’s shoulder as a reflex. She squeaked in pain, but the pleasure was too great for her to notice. He continued to thrust into her as long as he could feel himself expelling semen, until Mandy’s pussy tightened around him and she mooed with the arrival of her own intense orgasm. Her vision went white, and she nearly fell backwards off the couch in her ecstasy, had Robbie not caught her. Their rhythms fell to the wayside as they pressed into each other as close as possible, Mandy’s breasts squished against his chest and her udder caught against his hard abdomen.

As her orgasm faded and the feeling in her legs returned, the sweat covering her furred body beginning to cool, she felt wetness against her tummy and looked down to see a white, sweet-smelling liquid dribbling from her four inch-long teats. Milk?

“Almost there,” Robbie said breathlessly, before grabbing her chin and kissing her roughly until she forgot about anything else. “Mine.”

The evening stretched, slow and heavy with heat and sex. Mandy pressed against Lorraine as they fought for Robbie’s attention, dumb, happy, and pliant. Rob’s form towered, a perfect balance of human and bull as his muscles bulged and his cock pulsed with desire. He bellowed low, asserting his claim over them, letting every sense and instinct spill into the room.

**** *** ****

Another knock on the door had come earlier, soft and hesitant, but nobody had heard it in their ecstasy, so again it came. Samantha’s voice from the other side sounded anxious and careful, carrying that mix of concern and curiosity that made Robbie’s chest warm with the raw, growing instinct to dominate. After a moment, she opened the unlocked door, and he let her step one tentative foot over the threshold, nose wrinkling as she took in the scent of sex.

Her blue-eyed gaze swept over the room and froze, eyes widening in shocked horror. Bodies tangled atop blankets, moos and soft giggles filling the space. Mandy, tail flicking, hooves curling against the cushions, blissful and dumb, pressed against Lorraine’s side, who herself looked half-dazed as her fingers traced patterns along Mandy’s soft curves.

“W-what’s going on here?” Her throat tightened and her words trembled. Who were these naked women…things? Cows? And why was their blatant sexuality so intoxicating? Sam shook her head and tried to clear the fog beginning to fill it.

Robbie’s eyes narrowed, observing her carefully. His expression lit up not with malice, but with a new hunger. He was so tall now, broader, his long horns curved upwards at the tips. His shoulders were wide and thick, every muscle coiled and ready. His tail flicked once underneath him, the thick hum of his masculinity vibrating through the very cement floor. He stood easily, pulling Mandy off his massive cock and leaving the girls behind him on the couch, and moved toward her slowly. Each step was deliberate and measured, like a predator testing the boundaries of a new prey. His bovine nostrils flared as he took in her scared, female scent, something that made him almost crazy for her. He could smell Mandy on her—an old, stale, greasy smell not nearly as interesting as her own scent.

Samantha froze, heart hammering as Robbie crossed the length of the room in nearly two long steps and stopped before her. She instinctively stepped backward and tried to shrink away from him. The apartment walls hemmed her in. She realized, a fraction too late, that leaving wasn’t an option.

His bold, animal musk was thick in her nostrils as he pressed her against the wall with one massive hand. She could barely breath it was so strong, nearly choking on the smell, as she shrank below him, her body too terrified to move.

She…she couldn’t stop looking down at the long, flopping dick between his legs, and the thick, dark ballsack hanging low beneath it. They looked so…heavy. His foreskin, already wet with precum, was mottled black and pink, with tiny patches of white. Actually, it was kind of pretty if she thought about it—

Wait, what the hell? Why had she just thought that? His penis wasn’t pretty. Or hot, for that matter. She glanced down again, her eyes drifting away from his intense gaze to make sure she was right. Exactly. His big, thick bull cock, dripping and bending with its own weight as it tried to stand erect, was not nice to look at, at all. Even though she could see the thick veins running through it, and the image of Robbie as he began to slowly rub himself made her mouth fall open again, she didn’t like it. Even though it made her entire body thrum when she looked at it, she definitely did not like his bull cock.

Her vision clouded over for a moment as she stared at his erection. She licked her lips, swallowing slowly and feeling the buzz of her lips with each sensation. Robbie continued to stroke himself with both hands, more fluid leaking from the wide tip. If she…if she could just…touch it…

Sam’s eyes crossed, and she began to raise one arm, reaching forward needily toward his balls. They were so big. She wanted to hold them in her hands and feel how heavy they were. She wanted to know what they felt like in her mouth, what they tasted like. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Samantha licked her lips again as she slid partway down the wall. Her eyes were clued to his testicles, and she imagined how the musky black tissue would taste. “Mmmhh,” she moaned as her mouth began to water. She opened her mouth and leaned her head forward, sticking her tongue out as she moved toward him. If she could have one taste, one touch, one suck. She needed it. More than anything she had ever needed anything before. There was nothing wrong with having just a little taste.

Right?

As Samantha’s nose pressed into the soft space between his cock and balls, Robbie shuddered above her. She blinked, and in a moment the fog in her head was gone, and she cried out in horror when she saw the mutated, animalistic genitals so close to her face. Oh god, what the fuck had she almost done? What was wrong with her?

He was…some kind of monster…with Rob somewhere underneath? She thought she could recognize his eyes in the monstrous bovine face of the gigantic bull man breathing in her scent.

“R-Rob,” she whispered, trying to find her words, and whimpered with a soft noise.

Robbie slammed her shoulders roughly against the cinderblock wall, dominating her space as he leaned in and took another huff in the crook of her neck. She could feel the cold, damp sensation of his nose, and she shivered weakly in his grip. Her skin felt electrically charged where he had touched her, and the smell of his body, earthy and male, washed over her. Unbidden, a half-needy, half-frightened whine squeaked out of her throat. Her eyes widened as she felt the pull of energy emanating from him. She couldn’t step back. She couldn’t open the door. She couldn’t think clearly. Her mind raced, but her body betrayed her instinct, responding to his sheer presence.

Samantha’s hands trembled, brushing against the door for balance. “I-I just…I wanted to see if Andy…he never came back from work. I thought something might’ve happened…”

Her voice faltered as Robbie’s shadow eclipsed her, chest rising with the rhythmic power of his body. Robbie’s tail flicked across her legs, and she flinched even though it only tickled. The motion was slow and teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. His massive hands—covered in thick, dark nails—hovered near her hips. The promise of his touch on her waist made her stomach tighten and knees buckle slightly.

He shifted his weight again, pressing his hips firmly against hers, letting her feel the full force of his bulk. His body was heavy against hers, and she could feel his massive, bare cock pressing against her abdomen. It twitched against her shirt and she gasped, feeling a tremor between her legs. How was he turning her on this much? She already had a boyfriend, and she definitely didn’t like animals! This bull man was not supposed to be sexy, even as muscular and dominating as he was. Even if he was starting to smell really good, and he knew how to make her skin even more sensitive, even if he was so big. Every instinct screamed caution, but every nerve was beginning to buzz with a mixture of fear and forbidden curiosity.

“Rob…?” she whispered again, her voice catching as she whimpered.

She glanced over her shoulder at the couch, hoping the other cow mutants would help her. Mandy and Lorraine were still there, limbs tangled together, giggles and unconscious moos drifting softly from their lips. The sight made Samantha’s breath hitch; the room felt impossibly hot and charged.

Robbie’s hand moved to her hips, pressing her ass back against the door as his fingers brushed over her shirt. His eyes, dark and deep, held hers with an almost hypnotic pull. She felt herself leaning in slightly without thinking, heart racing, the heat of his body against hers more intense than her mind could process. The…the feeling of his c-cock pressing into her—so hot and erect—made her wet, the lips of her pussy slick as they rubbed together between her thighs. Why was this so…good? Samantha’s eyes crossed, heavy-lidded and blushing, as she took another lungful of his musk. As her eyes slipped closed for a moment, the ghost of a smile crossed her face as her mouth went slack, and her jaw fell open.

Then, with a deliberate and controlled motion, Robbie pulled the thick, silver cock ring off his erection and unhooked the latch so that it swung open like a kind of key ring. Then he shoved it up into Samantha’s nostrils, pushing the metal through her empty nose ring and locking it together again so it hung like a cow’s ring. Her body shuddered with a mix of confusion and arousal, and she reached up to touch the smooth, warm metal. It smelled of his cock, his seed, and her fingers slipped through it as she pressed her own hips forward into him. She was…marked, she realized, made his somehow, and her knees nearly gave out at the thought.

Samantha gasped, suddenly pulling back when she blinked and realized how close he was. But he followed her movement, his thick, furry chest pressing against her breasts as he laid more of his weight atop her. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. Her body responded despite every rational thought screaming to flee.

He breathed hot against her ear, hands moving upward to grab her breasts in their bra and squeeze. Sam moaned, her new nose ring settling against her top lip, teased into helpless ecstasy. She trembled, and her pussy thrummed with each pulse of the blood in his cock. The weight of his bull-like body against her own was intense and suffocating…but she was starting to like it. Her legs threatened to give way as she whimpered and squirmed under Robbie’s weight, but his hips held her up almost by themselves. He grunted, stamping his hoof impatiently beside Sam’s foot, and she gasped at how close it had come to crushing her toes. Then he grabbed her erect nipples and twisted them over her shirt, and she nearly collapsed from the painful pleasure.

“N-Noooo,” she moaned, her hands pressing weakly at Robbie’s strong, taut stomach. He was so muscular. As he continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples, she found herself moving in response to his attention, and pressed her chest forward against her better judgment.

Mandy let out a high-pitched, silly giggle, tail flicking over Lorraine’s thick legs, hooves splaying playfully against the cushions. She pressed her long face into Lorraine’s fuzzy shoulder, utterly absorbed in the warmth and soft touches she was giving, her mind too foggy to hold onto reason. Her moos were melodic and unthinking, rising into little laughs when Lorraine pressed a finger along her soft udder with a smile or ran a hand along her sleek, slender form.

Robbie’s hands moved slowly and deliberately, working Samantha toward something. She swallowed hard, chest rising and falling quickly, nerves alight, as the scent of him—primal, male—enveloped her.

“You…mmmnn…you don’t have to—” Sam began, voice trembling, unable to stop herself from moaning.

Mandy’s giggles floated across the room like chiming bells. She wiggled her ass against Lorraine, rocking her hips slightly as her pussy grew wet again. “Haha—m-mmmoooo!” she laughed, and then mooed. She touched herself absentmindedly, stroking her udder and squeezing her long, pink teats, her face flushed and dreamy. Words no longer mattered. Thought no longer mattered. Her body hummed with a silly, sweet pleasure, a constant low hum of bliss that made everything else fade away into the background.

Lorraine, sleepy and half-lost in her own fog of warmth, murmured softly, pressing closer to Mandy. Her voice was honeyed and slow. “You’re…so soft—mmmuuhhh…so warm…” She traced her fingers along Mandy’s tiny waist and generous hips, mesmerized by the curves that contrasted with Mandy’s athletic frame. Mandy leaned against her, lowing happily, barely registering Lorraine’s words. Her brain had all but melted; the last vestiges of worry and self-awareness slipped away as her body simply delighted in touch.

Finally, after a moment that stretched like molasses, Robbie eased his hands away from Samantha, letting her stagger forward slightly as she fell away from the door. Her chest heaved and her pussy tingled pleasurably; she gripped the ring in her nose absently, unsure. She had been dominated, overwhelmed, marked by the raw power in the room; and though a part of her wanted to stay, the rest of her body screamed for escape.

Robbie’s deep rumble followed her as she turned. “Go,” he grunted, no longer interested in her, though the sheer weight of his presence still lingered on her body.

Samantha didn’t hesitate. She stumbled back toward the door, fumbling with the handle, fingers slippery with sweat and nerves jangling. It was too much. Far, far too much. She needed to get out, before she could no longer stop herself from staying. Her feet moved faster, heart hammering. She let the door slam behind her, echoing down the hallway, and leaned against it briefly to catch her breath. She gulped for air as her heart finally began to slow; despite herself, she could feel her pussy still tingling between her sensitive thighs. God, she felt so horny right now, but thought it would be really inappropriate to masturbate about what had just happened. That was some kind of assault, wasn’t it? Sam shivered, her body prickling with the remnants of pleasure flowing through her body.

She was safe…and yet, something inside her had been irrevocably marked. Either way, she had to go meet her study group.

Mandy didn’t notice the door closing, or Samantha’s sudden departure. She had found Lorraine’s large, feminine cock again, having forgotten about it when it was hidden below the blankets, and mooed happily. Lorraine laughed softly, resting a delicate hand on Mandy’s head as the dumb little cow wrapped her mouth around the member, eagerly sucking and licking with her thick bovine tongue as she pushed the cock toward the back of her throat.

Robbie watched her, a low bellow rumbling deep in his chest, as he thought how wonderful they were, how wonderful he was. They were absolutely beautiful, and they were all his. Every muscle was coiled and ready to take what belonged to him. He stepped closer, long, thin horns gleaming faintly. He let out a low, guttural bellow that vibrated through the floor, through the walls, through the very air of the apartment. He was in full control. The room trembled with the thick, slow burn of unrelenting, sensual energy.

He was a bull now in every sense: massive, powerful, and commanding. The two females before him—Mandy, blissfully dumb and endlessly pliable; and Lorraine, dreamy, half-aware, and sweet—were completely caught unaware of his presence.

And he would make sure he enjoyed them.