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There was a lot to like about attending a prestigious institution like Quarterlin University. Its acclaim was second to none - all you had to do was name-drop it and people would treat you differently. It boasted of a monumental level of success among its graduates in the high-power and high-earning fields of employment than many could only wish they could reach. Being part of that elite group was a good way to change one’s fortunes for the better, and there weren’t that many who got to be a part of that.
There were also things to dislike about it. But there was one that stood out in particular: the price.
Trevor Jameson couldn’t pass up the opportunity when he was accepted. For someone with his ambitions, it was basically as good as you could get - he wanted to go into business, ideally in the financial sector somewhere, but he was open to other ideas that might develop as he dove into that education. Having the credentials of a Quarterlin degree was the best advantage he could get, and he’d had to bust his butt to get them in the first place. The day he saw that acceptance letter was the happiest he’d been in a long time…but that happiness soon ran into a roadblock of reality. The acceptance didn’t come with a scholarship offer, and his family, while not impoverished, wasn’t swimming in free money. And while the idea of drowning in debt to attend was something Trevor would have absolutely been willing to endure for the payoff, the loan office was pressuring him to go to one of the other schools that had accepted him, one of the public universities that had a far lower tuition rate so they didn’t have to shell out nearly so much money for him - their counterplay to new rules that limited their return on investment. Trevor didn’t want to do that, he was sure there was nothing wrong with those universities but they just didn’t have the clout that Quarterlin did.
So it was a bit of a bind. The loan servicers might not give him enough, saying he could have gone elsewhere on what he could get, and while he was quite studious and had a good record it wasn’t enough for a scholarship. Even if he started there, there was a good chance he wouldn’t have enough to last all the way through. Feeling his dream slipping through his fingers, he wrote to Quarterlin’s admissions and finance departments, pleading with them for anything that he could do that could help him - he professed that he was pretty much willing to do everything within the law, and privately he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t be willing to stretch past those boundaries.
He hadn’t expected the offer that had been extended to him - nor the source of it. But seeing what the payoff was - tuition and board and study materials covered for the year where he was in service, plus regular pay, plus unspecified ‘extras’ - Trevor knew he had to take it, no matter how unorthodox it was. His parents had been skeptical, but in the end Trevor was the one who got to decide this for himself, and they were willing to support him.
Which was why he was currently sitting in a university clinic room, entirely naked by the doctor’s request, somewhat nervous but determined as he waited for the doctor to come in. It was a couple weeks before the semester actually started, some students had already moved in (or were still there from summer terms) but the dorms were still fairly empty for the most part; he’d had a couple days to get to know some people but he was still fairly out of place. In some ways, he was going to be even more out of place once this was all on, but that was just how it was going to go. He just kept reminding himself that this was going to be worth it in the end - this was a full year of his studies covered, a year for him to make other arrangements for the rest of his degree at the very least, enough to get him established. He could handle anything he needed to handle for that amount of time, surely.
The door opened, and in walked the doctor - Dr. Ingrid Dixtinser, that was her name, he remembered from the appointment card. She had a somewhat androgynous appearance, relatively short-cut raven-black hair, glasses over hazel eyes, a narrow face, and an even-figured body well-covered by the medical coat, and she was carrying a tray with a few implements on it that Trevor couldn’t see right off. “Good to see you, Trevor. I trust you’re getting settled in the Quarterlin dorms?” Her tone was businesslike, it was clear that the small talk was more obligation than general concern, but Trevor guessed that she knew that wasn’t really on his mind at the moment.
“Yeah, I think so…it’s only been a couple days.”
“A good start is a good start. Now then…” Dr. Dixtinser set down the tray, and now Trevor could see the injectors and ampoules laid on it. Unusual liquids within them, one an odd metallic color and the other an off-colored yellow. “You’re currently healthy? No symptoms of any infectious diseases or anything since you’ve arrived?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Good, good. All the same, give me a moment.” Trevor watched the doctor’s eyes scrutinize his body, presumably looking for anything out of place. Trevor was hopeful she wouldn’t find anything, he really didn’t want to delay this, particularly considering he was supposed to start working soon. He made sure she could see everything, even if certain parts of him were a bit awkward to put on display - this was a doctor, he reminded himself, she was a professional and she certainly was keeping up that impression. In his own eyes, he wasn’t much to look at - a touch over six feet in height with a very average build, if healthy and trim - he was no athlete but liked to exercise, and he knew that was a good thing for staying healthy; his brown hair was slightly long and unkempt, hard to keep tame as he often had to fight to keep it out of his gray eyes; he had a round, somewhat boyish face that a lot of the students back in his high school said made him look ‘boy-band handsome,’ though that didn’t translate to actual dates, not that he’d really been pressing. He reddened a bit as he saw the doctor’s eyes trend lower, squirming just a little despite his best efforts - he wasn’t exactly embarrassed by what he was packing, it was a touch longer than what he’d heard touted as ‘average’ though not by enough that he’d be crowing about it, but that wasn’t reflected in its current flaccid state. Professional, professional, professional, she’s not judging your dick size, she’s here for a specific purpose.
Eventually Dr. Dixtinser seemed satisfied. “All right, I don’t see any cause for concern. All indications are that we can proceed today. Now, I know you’ve been briefed on what’s going to happen here today more than a few times, but it has been my experience that some people can hear something a hundred times and still be more than capable of cluelessness. That’s why it’s my policy to have YOU tell ME what’s going to happen, so that I can be sure that you clearly understand what you’re getting into. Don’t worry about not getting every little detail, the main points are what matters.”
He hadn’t been expecting a quiz, but Trevor understood the logic - this was basically the test to make sure he REALLY knew what was happening. “I, uh…I agreed to a proposal by the Quarterlin Athletic Department to take on the role of Zidane Zebra, the mascot for Quarterlin University. And…I’m going to be doing this by…actually transforming into a zebra anthroid. You’re going to inject me with a, uh…nanitic agent which is going to turn me into this zebra anthroid over the course of several days, and I won’t be turning back until the end of the school year.”
It was kind of amazing he could say that all with a straight face - it sounded like something right out of science fiction. But it was very real, if still very limited. The technology to completely alter one’s physical structure…it was still in its early days, but it definitely worked, as a few could and did very publicly attest. However, it was also prohibitively expensive - not just anyone could get their hands in the technology, and it would be quite a while before that happened. There were essentially two classes of people who used it…the first were those obscenely wealthy people who wanted to adjust their image to fit something they found desirable. Remarkably few overhauled themselves entirely, usually it was just details like height or weight or muscle mass, the latter of which was one of those things that wasn’t necessarily enduring so was most often used by those who intended to keep it up. Mostly predictable on that front.
The other use, though…it was essentially marketing, when one got down to the base of it. Richer schools and bigger businesses wanting to put a face to their company that was more unique, or which had been representing them for a long time in other ways, were hiring people to straight up ‘become’ their mascots. Obviously, this wasn’t a full identity change - the nanites could change one physically but not one’s memories or personality, beyond tweaks that came with a body adjustment, and in a rare event the law had gotten out ahead of things and banned any sort of mental or psychological manipulation of someone using this tech to actually alter their identity. How much the law was going to be adhered to was anyone’s guess, but it seemed most didn’t have the interest anyway - it wasn’t needed to accomplish the goals these groups had, which were basically getting their mascots out there on the field or at public events or in TV ads. Anyone who could act worth a damn would do.
But it was that aspect which had given rise to the thing that had the REAL interest of some people: Anthroids. Quite a few of the companies and schools used mascots with animal motifs, and the nanites, it turned out, weren’t limited to just altering details about the human form - they were capable of constructing physical bodies that looked like thoroughly synthesized hybrids of humans and animals. In lay terms, one heard the term furry or anthro thrown around more, but the technical term they had been given were ‘anthroids’, alluding to the somewhat artificial nature of their creation, distinguished from ‘humanoids’ by their appearance being less like humans and more like animals. Some people were VERY interested in this aspect of the technology, for obvious reasons; Trevor had never been among this crowd, but he knew that a lot of those who took roles like that did so because they were, and made it part of the stipulation that they would get to take their ‘preferred’ form once they were done with their job.
Anthroids were in a weird position in the world. As far as the law was concerned, they were equivalent to ‘human’ for most general intents and purposes - no one was escaping legal liability by claiming they weren’t really people, whether they were the criminals or the victims. But there were a few unusual niches carved out for them, like the fact that technically they weren’t required to wear anything - and most tended not to unless it was necessary, as clothes weren’t specifically designed for them. Those who did generally wore them only in their roles, and not outside of them. Which could lead to a bit of awkwardness in some cases, as wearing nothing did not mean that nothing was showing…Trevor was acutely aware that, as ‘Zidane Zebra’, there was a good chance he’d have some VERY visible stuff going on. Not on the field or at official events, he would have specially-tailored athletic wear for that, but he’d been advised that his casual wardrobe would be a no-go, and he’d likely have a wait to even get something that COULD cover him, since he wouldn’t know his dimensions until the transformation had finished. And to hear plenty tell it, they were just as happy to go without, damn the sense of decency or modesty. Trevor couldn’t imagine that, personally, but…well, maybe the transformation WOULD affect his perception of that…
Dr. Dixtinser nodded. “Good, you understand. And I trust that you were also told about the potential risks of such a procedure.”
Trevor nodded back. “Yeah. The change is supposed to last for a limited time that’s set when I get the injection, it’ll wear off right around the end of the school year if everything goes as it should. But they said that there’s a risk of permanent physical changes, and a small chance that the transformation won’t wear off at all. And they said the risk of that increases with repeated, uh…inductions? Was that the word?”
“You are correct. Of course, you don’t have to worry about repeated inductions unless you want to continue with this. But I would be remiss to not let you know that the likelihood of some lasting change is rather high…it’s a known complication with the timed injection, among others, which suggests that the de-transformation is not entirely complete. However, the alterations are rarely detrimental to one’s physical health. How they affect one’s life experience and mental health depends on the change, but there’s no way to predict that. And I should mention that the effects tend to compound on repeated inductions…were you to continue with this, I would have to be sure that you understood that the fourth such injection would not be reversible.”
Trevor took that in with all the weight it deserved. His college career here, if he was up to snuff, would almost certainly be at least four years…if he continued with this the whole time, it meant he would accept a life as a zebra anthroid for good. But, that wasn’t necessarily going to happen…there was a chance that he could get a scholarship or a better loan offer after a year here, and he wouldn’t have to do this more than once. As far as he was concerned, this was a problem for future him; for the here and now, he was getting his foot in the door, and that was what mattered. The prospect of other permanent changes was a somewhat daunting one, admittedly, but he’d read up on this - what it usually meant was that his physique would be altered and there might be a feature that stuck around, like a tail. Something that wasn’t nearly as often an issue if they used a different injection that was undone on command with another one…but the timed one was cheaper, and even a high-class university like Quarterlin had a tendency to try to cut costs. “I’ll cross that bridge if I have to come to it. But this is a risk I’m willing to take to get my chance here. I think in the end that it’ll be worth it.”
“Very well. Your understanding appears to be very complete, and that means we shouldn’t have any trouble proceeding. Now, the injection will not trigger a transformation immediately - the nanites will take some time to propagate through your system and more time to make the necessary alterations. You have been credited a significant amount of money to your food card to ensure that you have ample fuel for the changes, and you should not refrain from eating as much as you can during this time. Mind, though, that you should attempt to keep your diet balanced…fuel is good, but a variety of materials will be necessary to build up your form. Also note that physical exertion will accelerate the process…if you wish to speed things up, I would recommend getting plenty of exercise. The majority of the gross physical adjustments will occur near the end of the process…this will likely result in some discomfort due to the large-scale alterations. Do you have any questions about the process?”
“No, I think I’m good.” Trevor was relatively aware of all of this, having read up on this as well - most people who had gone through it said that there was brief unpleasantness during the change but then it was gone. “I’m ready to do this…I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I’ve rethought it a couple times, but I’m feeling better about it after learning about how others did with it. Maybe it’ll even make my life more interesting.”
“I’m certain it will. Very well, I will administer the injection.” Dr. Dixtinser picked up the injector and ampoule with the silvery liquid, getting it properly set up. She then swabbed the spot on Trevor’s arm where he would be injected, at which point Trevor looked away. He didn’t hate needles like some people did, but the less he saw what was going on, the less tense he was over it. There was a good bit of prep going on, and he was feeling that prickle of apprehension…but it was just nerves, he wasn’t second-guessing himself, and he knew he’d be over it once the poke happened.
Which it did, though it was a more potent poke than usual. He winced a bit but tried not to tighten up as he felt the liquid get pushed in…it was a bit weird feeling it that noticeably, unlike other shots, but it wasn’t that bad. And he didn’t feel any different as it finished, and Dr. Dixtinser removed the injector. “Nanites injected. The process has officially started, Mr. Jameson. Now, you’ll need to come back in a week to check on your alterations…the transformation should be complete by then, if it’s not we will probably make efforts to accelerate it, just to ensure that things are working properly. But the time frame will vary, there are some who get it done within a day or two and some for whom it takes up to two weeks, so do not be alarmed if there’s a delay.”
“Got it. Uh, wait, hey, is there any chance the transformation will go, uh, different?”
Dr. Dixtinser looked up at him, seeming a bit distracted. “Hm? No, no, that’s never happened, and would be highly unlikely, there’s a very specific programming to these nanites. Complications have only ever occurred when multiple injections are used, and that is not allowed in a controlled environment.”
“Oh, okay. And, uh, are there any troubles getting used to, uh, the bigger changes?”
“Also unlikely. Part of the antic induction is neural rewiring for concordance with the altered physiology. Your brain’s mapping of your body will be updated accordingly. There may be some adjustment, yes, but there shouldn’t be any dysphoric complications.”
Trevor nodded absently. “I guess that’s good…wouldn’t want to hate the body I’m gonna be in for months. Has that ever happened before?”
“I cannot think of an instance of it, but I wouldn’t know every single case of anthroid transformation. But rest assured, Trevor, these have been thoroughly tested and vetted, and while they may still technically be in the early stages of experimentation, we have ample data already on the impacts.” Dr. Dixtinser put a hand on Trevor’s shoulder. “I would recommend against looking up horror stories while you’re undergoing the transformation process. There are fictitious accounts out there that serve no purpose other than to demonize the process, to antagonize those who do not believe that the human form is the pinnacle achievement of the natural world. Be cautious where you find your information, not everyone can be trusted.”
“I know, doc. I’ve been careful.” Trevor stood up, stretching a bit. “I’m ready for this, I’m just…trying to make sure my head’s all in the right place. Anyway, I gotta get going, don’t want to be late for practice.”
“All right, then. We will see you in one week, for a physical examination of your body or a progress check if it’s not complete. Hoping all goes well for you, Trevor.”
“Same here. Thanks, doc. See you next week.” With that, Trevor was out the door, still looking a bit pensive but sure it would pass once things got all the way through. It was probably natural to have a few anxieties about something this monumental, right? But he HAD read a lot of stories, and most of them had suggested people were happy with their forms, whether they kept them or not…and the ones that weren’t were somewhat obvious fakes, from people who clearly didn’t know the process, something even Trevor could figure out once he’d researched what could be done. Everything would be fine, he’d just need a bit to be reassured of that personally.
Back in the doctor’s office, Dr. Dixtinser was cleaning up, when she noticed the ampoule of yellow liquid on the tray. Her brow furrowed as she realized her error…that was supposed to be given as well, Trevor’s questions had distracted her and she’d forgotten. It was a compound designed to stabilize hormonal balance during the transformation - anthroid transformations induced some unusual hormone swings that could create some awkward effects during the actual transformation process, only settling down after it was complete. She thought about calling Trevor back, but…that would have required admitting her error, and she wasn’t at ease with that. Besides, it wouldn’t disrupt the transformation if he didn’t get it, he would be fine either way…no, she’d just return it to the storage room, they’d get to save on a dose of it for the next time it was needed.
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Trevor’s walk to practice was not as uneventful as he expected. It seemed that even just walking across campus to the sports complex was having an effect inside him…he wasn’t sure what all was going on specifically, but he could swear he could feel something working through him. One thing, though, was more obvious than others…he was getting hard. And BIG. It felt like his cock and balls were swollen, aching, needing relief…of course, he couldn’t give them any of that, campus wasn’t highly populated yet but he was still right out in the open.
He was sweating and flushed when he got to the sports complex, trying to will his groin to cooperate as he headed towards his destination. There were a few more people here - football practice was on, as well as cheerleading practice. Technically, Trevor was going to be on the cheer team, the mascot usually worked with them more than anyone else, but he wasn’t going to be participating in any activities with them just yet - he needed to be in his proper body for that, getting used to him before he changed would throw everything off. But he was still getting some private preparation from Thurston Willekes, the cheerleading coach (Coach Will to those who knew him well) and ‘mascot wrangler’ for Quarterlin. The latter title wasn’t exactly one of glamor, but someone had to do it, and it made sense for it to be the coach he’d see most often.
They were in a rather small room that was not particularly well-designed for education, but given that it was just Trevor and Coach Will, it was working out for that purpose. What wasn’t working out was Trevor’s attention span, thanks to the constant hardness in his shorts…shorts which were getting unexpectedly tight, leaving him no place for relief from the rubbing. He wasn’t trying to, but every movement brushed him against fabric, and while that normally was no issue, at the moment he felt insanely sensitive. It has to be because of the transformation…but I don’t remember hearing about THIS effect…
“Eyes up here, Trevor.” Coach Will was all business, unaware of any issue Trevor was having. Of course, he was entirely aware of what the student was going to become, and in fact had been one of the few expressing reservations about the whole thing, but it wasn’t his call, and he’d gotten over it, if grudgingly. “I know it’s not the most exciting stuff, but try to pay attention, because you’re gonna get asked. So, moving on, Zidane Zebra’s ‘official’ backstory was that a zebra was brought to Quarterlin in 1923, which was the time the actual zebra was brought over. However, while that zebra remained only for two years before being turned over to a zoo, ‘Zidane’ became enchanted with the atmosphere of the campus and decided he wanted to stay and study. Hokey as it sounds, no one really cares that much, it’s more a fun story to tell the kids that get all wide-eyed when they see a mascot, so you’re gonna want to know it for the little rascals…”
Trevor was trying to pay attention, really he was, but it was hard to do with a throbbing boner in his pants, one that seemed to get stiffer and closer to the edge with every slight movement. He sure hoped this wasn’t a sign something was going wrong…Dr. Dixtinser hadn’t mentioned anything about this. Maybe it was a rare reaction or something? He could feel wetness dribbling out of the tip of his cock, which seemed much tighter against his shorts than it ever had been before. He was of course aware that ‘hung like a horse’ wasn’t going to just be a figure of speech - he’d gotten jokes that that was what he was REALLY looking for, which weren’t true but Trevor wasn’t exactly going to be complaining about a size upgrade - but this seemed awfully quick.
Ngh, come on, gotta remember this stuff…I’m doing this for a job, not for erotic thrills. Just gotta stop moving…ngh, come on, no shifting…no…hngh…fuck, it’s like trying to tell myself not to look down when I’m up high, it makes me want to even more…c’mon, settle down, settle down, don’t…ah…no…I…ah… The battle was quickly becoming a losing one as he felt that familiar tightness in his loins. No, he couldn’t lose it here, there was no way he could embarrass himself like that, he had to hold it in, had to-
A quiet moan escaped Trevor, fingers gripping his desk as he orgasmed, spurting a heavier-than-normal load of his cream into his shorts. Coach Will paused his lecture as Trevor rode out the climax, red-faced but unable to contain it…although the desk covered the wet spot, there was no question what was going in. “I know people say I can tell a story, but I don’t think THAT’S what anyone would get out of a dry lecture like that.”
“Mmnnhh…s-sorry, Coach Will…” Trevor’s breath came out in a rush as the high tapered off, embarrassment taking over rather quickly. “I…ah…I think it’s…a side-effect of the, uh…the transformation…I’ve…hah, had this issue since I got that shot…”
“I see…well, I can’t rightly keep you in here when you’re a mess like that. I’ll e-mail you some of these resources and you can review them when you’re, ah, more settled down.” Coach Will waved towards the door. “Go shower off and head on home. We’ll try to pick this back up tomorrow.”
“Thanks…uh, sorry about that.”
“Not your fault. Just hope you’re able to keep your head in the game better once this is all done, or I’m gonna have some words with the folks up top.”
Trevor certainly hoped so as well…he didn’t want to be making a fool of himself out there. Up he went, trying to keep as inconspicuous as possible and cover up the large wet spot in his shorts as he hurried over to the locker room. Fortunately he packed a spare set of clothes, even if he wasn’t going to get messy he was trying to get into the habit of it…though, when he was Zidane he wasn’t sure how much he’d be wearing them. Well, he certainly wouldn’t be wearing his current ones at all, but surely he’d wear something most of the time…right?
Once in the locker room, he was a bit more relaxed - at least once he noticed that it was empty. A bit of privacy would probably help, especially since he was pretty sure he needed to crank another one out before he was truly settled down. He set his bag down on a bench, then pulled off his shirt, laying it to the side to hang down. That, at least, he didn’t think he’d need to change out of, it hadn’t really gotten messed up…the shorts were a different story, being very wet out front, he even thought he might want to wipe them down a bit before packing them away…
Just as he was about to pull them down, though, he heard a voice bark at him. “Oy! What’s a shrimp like you doing here?” Trevor jolted a bit and whipped around to see a fairly sizable young man in football gear looking down at him with a severe gaze, bright blue eyes under short crop-cut blond hair, and an angular jaw that made him look even more imperious than he was trying to be. It took a moment, but Trevor’s recognition clicked in - he knew who this was, it was Brian Richardson, a stud linebacker for the Zebras. The team itself was nothing particularly special, but Brian was anticipated to be one of the few to make it to the next level. He was also known to be a bit of a brash sort, and clearly he was intending to intimidate Trevor for whatever reason. At the moment, it was working - Trevor certainly felt intimidated.
“Oughta go back to the library, nerd. Leave the locker room for the real studs. Wait, are you pissing yourself?” Brian smirked as he looked at the wetness in the front of Trevor’s shorts. “Oh, what the hell is this, nerd’s packing his shorts? Seriously? Ain’t a girl alive who’s gonna be impressed, bitch, they’re just gonna slap the shit outta you once they find out the truth.”
Too much talking, and Trevor wasn’t really sure how to respond - he didn’t want a conflict, provoking Brian wasn’t his goal, but he also didn’t like all the accusations being tossed at him in rapid succession. “I’m…I’m not packing, I just…”
“Oh, fucking hell, you can’t be serious. You don’t wanna try to pull that shit with me, I’m more than happy to get up close and personal to expose you.” Brian started stepping up, and Trevor started stepping back - this wasn’t what he was going for at all! Brian was a good bit bigger than he was and he doubted he could fight the linebacker off if it came to that…about the only thing he could think of to do was to try to back up what he was saying, or at least mollify Brian so he stopped his approach. A hurried drop of his shorts and underwear had him stumbling a bit…but neither of them were ready for Trevor’s cock to flop upwards, spraying a bit of precum into the air in front of them. Brian recoiled as he saw it, suddenly stumbling back a couple of steps. “Shit! What the hell?!”
Trevor couldn’t blame him for the shock, because he himself was feeling a good bit himself. His dick was over half again as long and thick as it had been that morning. His balls were sagging a lot lower and and heavier than ever before. And all of them had taken on a significantly darker color than they normally had…it looked rather bizarre contrasted against his paler skin, for sure.
“What…what even…how are you that fucking big?” Brian’s aggression had evaporated, now it was the big jock that was out of sorts. “Is that…why is it so damn dark? Did you take some enhancement shit or something?”
Trevor swallowed a bit. “Uh, well…I mean, I guess technically you could say that…I, uh…it’s, uh, part of, well, I think it’s part of the changes…I’m, uh…I’m gonna be changing into, uh, Zidane Zebra.”
Brian’s eyes shot even wider open than before. “Shit, YOU’RE the new mascot?! Oh, fuck…” The linebacker wiped his brow, looking a bit faint. “I didn’t think…we weren’t gonna actually see them until after they were already…I thought it was already done…”
“No, I just, just this morning. It’s, uh…supposed to take a couple more days, I think…”
“Right, yeah, okay…well, uh, s-sorry about that, I didn’t know…yeah, I’ll just…I’ll come back in a, in a bit, yeah…you, uh…do whatever you need to do.” With that, Brian suddenly turned and hustled out, not even giving Trevor a chance to say anything more. And he was left confused about the sudden turnaround…was Brian just that thrown off by the fact that he was actually hung, even if it was way earlier than he thought he’d be getting that? Or did being Zidane actually carry that much clout that even a guy like Brian would shrink to him, even before he was actually changed? It definitely felt weird that he should have that much effect on someone…Trevor certainly wasn’t used to that.
But the tension in his groin pulled him back to the moment…right, he had things to do. Which started with picking his shorts and underwear off the floor and laying them out on the bench, and then heading into the shower to wash up. And relieve that need…once he was under the stream of water, his first order of business was leaning forward, one hand against the wall while the other pumped over his shaft. It was big enough that it felt like trying to masturbate was a foreign experience, he could barely fit his hand around it and his strokes weren’t covering nearly the full size of it. But the sensitivity he’d been experiencing was still there in full force, and he popped off again in pretty short order, jetting gushes of spunk out hard to splatter against the shower wall. The amount of seed was rather shocking, it was certainly far more than he’d messed his shorts with…and as he was pumping it out, he felt another tingle spread through his body, making him groan a bit as the weird sensations picked up. Whatever was going on under the hood, it felt like it was speeding up every time he came…maybe that was part of the reason he was so hot and bothered. Was that normal? Maybe he would have to ask, or look online…
Eventually, though, he managed to get himself cleaned up - and everything else around him, as he took a moment to wipe down the shower wall and his shorts and underwear. Then it was getting dressed in his backup clothes and getting his shirt back on…and immediately it was clear that the fit wasn’t as good as it had been before the shower. Everything felt a lot tighter than it should have been, it felt like his legs were pushing the limits of the athletic shorts and his shirt barely came down enough. But it was going to have to do…all he could do now was get back to his dorm and hope that there weren’t any more mishaps along the way, because he really didn’t want to get strange looks from soiled shorts from people who had no idea what was going on. Once with Brian was enough.
———
Thankfully, Trevor’s loins behaved themselves on the way back to his place, and he was able to chuck his soiled clothes in the laundry hamper without disturbing anyone else. He was definitely worried about how well he’d be able to hide this size, though…this felt a bit larger than he was expecting to get. And he definitely could have done without the sensitivity, he didn’t want to be struggling with a hair-trigger cock the whole time he was doing this thing. After all, at times he would HAVE to be wearing clothes - they wouldn’t let him go on the field hanging out lewdly like that. If he couldn’t keep it down, he’d have to figure something out…well, that was a question for after the transformation was done.
He found himself quite hungry after a bit, and had a rather large dinner - burgers grilled on a George Foreman, with a side of potato chips and fruit, and a good helping of milk. He hadn’t forgotten the warning to try to eat balanced, though he wasn’t much of a veggies or grains guy, he’d have to work some of that in somehow probably. It was more satisfying than normal to each that much, though…he wondered if his body wasn’t aware somehow that it needed more fuel to go through these changes. All the better if it did, it meant that he wouldn’t be having to force himself to eat.
He could have just retired to his room after that, but Trevor decided he wanted to see if he could spur things along a bit. After all, he didn’t have a ton of time to get familiar with everything, and the sooner his transformation finished, the more time he’d have to work on the moves actively, the real tricky part of his job. He wasn’t going to go all out, but a jog around the trails near his dorm certainly couldn’t hurt - and they’d probably be nice and empty for now, while they wouldn’t be for long, so maybe now was the best time to enjoy them before they were too crowded.
Out he went, finding a trail not far from his dorm room to jog along. He certainly felt like he had the energy to go for a while, he was a lot more keyed up than he could ever remember being. Trevor would’ve thought that it would wear him down to be changing like that, at least during the process…but he was glad for it, because the weather was good, and the yellowing evening sky was making for a nice contrast with the green of the trees along the path. It really was a nice sight, he could see why they advertised the trails on the Quarterlin campus in their brochures. The normal him didn’t really pay as much attention to that, but the much more active Zidane would probably be a frequent user.
His clothes still felt tight, but the larger stuff he’d bought still looked like it was going to be TOO loose, and he’d rather have dealt with a bit of tightness than shorts falling down. It meant a fair bit of rubbing as he was jogging, though, and that was having a by-now familiar reaction…he was feeling a lot of pressure inside after only a little while. He was trying to ignore it, but every rhythmic step was another rub against an oversized cock pressed very tightly against his shorts, and he was starting to feel leakage coming through. And that was a problem, he really didn’t want to have a big blotch front and center of his shorts while out and exposed like this…even if the trails were mostly empty, that didn’t mean they were TOTALLY empty, and someone might think he was being a lot more deviant and call for some authority to read him the riot act. And he wasn’t sure how much his explanation of ‘I’m in the middle of a transformation’ would help him there.
But the only way to get out of that was to do something that would be even more scandalous.
And that was what Trevor was suddenly realizing he was going to have to do - it was getting to be too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He suddenly turned off the trail, heading into the trees a bit and then hiding behind one as he hurriedly pulled down his shorts, exposing his cock to the air…it had to be even bigger than earlier, and the head seemed like it was more exposed than it usually was, maybe even a little wider and flatter…but at the moment, Trevor’s primary concern was that it was in desperate need of release. Once again he brought his hand down, but this time it wasn’t close to large enough to handle that tool, his hands hadn’t nearly grown to the same degree and one wasn’t even fully encircling the girth of it, much less covering as much ground of that flesh. It took both hands wrapping around at the same time to jerk himself well enough, trying his best to keep the pre from drooling down onto his shorts…holding it up and out was helping, but there was a LOT of fluid coming out…
Suddenly, he felt that rush coming, and he bit back a cry as he came again, another HARD climax hitting and making him shoot wildly into the air in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was still so productive after what had happened earlier, it might have been even more production than he had before…but that suddenly come secondary to the sudden burn and buzz in his cock, forcing him to let go and reach back to grab the tree, clenching his jaw hard to keep from drawing attention to himself. He didn’t know what was going on, just that something felt VERY weird down there, uncomfortable and unpleasant at that moment…
And then, it faded away. And Trevor was left panting, slowly relaxing, a heavy weight in his groin that was very different from what he was used to. Slowly he opened his eyes, looking down with a bit of trepidation…and those eyes went a lot wider open once he saw what was down there. His cock had changed completely - now possessing a broad head, a thick ring in the middle, and emerging from a sheath under which a very heavy ballsack was hanging loosely. It took a minute for Trevor to process what had happened: his cock had been the first part of him to fully transform into something equine. Maybe it made sense given how much activity had been going on there…at least it was softening now, seemingly done making things difficult for him for the time being.
Of course, that just meant a lot of experimentation with the new parts, including pulling it back in before someone happened to come by. It took a bit for Trevor to figure out how to pull it back in, his body not quite used to those muscles yet but the need to regain some modicum of decency pushed him to figure it out. He then pulled his shorts back up in a hurry, letting out a bit of a sigh as he was once again covered up, and with less openly in the way to rub against his dick as it was tucked away…though his heavy scrotum was rubbing plenty still against the fabric, and Trevor had a feeling that was just going to be something he’d have to deal with until his size settled and he could get fitted properly. Considering everything was feeling tighter, too, he’d probably gotten a bit larger again…now it was starting to get a touch uncomfortable. Shaking his head, he pushed himself back upright and hurried back to the trail, heading back towards his dorm, deciding that maybe he’d pushed things enough for one day.