John Carpenter If you like the story, you can email me at IJrge@hotmail.com Tell me which parts you liked The story involves M/M and fantasy elements.
This chapter explores John's capabilities, but also it furthers the discourse between him and Nick. After the depressing and scary incident the night before John has learned how to use his body.
Force of Nature
Chapter III : Cold Meal
About noon I heard a nock on the door. I slowly roused from the disturbed sleep, which I was trying to have, to see my mother poke her head in.
"You guys up for some Thanksgiving food."
"Yeah mom. We're getting up."
Nick grumbled, "Speak for yourself."
"My goodness, how late were you guys up? You both look dead."
"Pretty late." I told her.
"Doing what?" She asked of me, so innocently.
I shrugged up a smile, while holding back tears. "Just joking around mom. I think Nick had a little too much to drink."
She looked concerned, "You didn't drink, did you?"
"No, mom, you know I can't."
"Well, Nick, let this be a lesson to you." She smiled and waived here finger in the air exaggeratingly, sort of mocking her self as she scolded. She then dropped her hand to here hip. "Well, I expect you to be upstairs and ready to eat in an hour, actually both of you. Alright?"
Nick raised a thumb up and muffled and ok through his pillow. I nodded agreement, and my mom left us alone.
Nick flipped over, sat up on the bed's back and looked over at me, while I searched for a set of clothes. I didn't see him doing this, but I felt his eyes, knew his tension. I paused what I was doing and turned towards him.
"How did you know I was looking?" Nick asked curiously.
"I don't know." I said solemnly.
There was an extended pause, and I watched the conflict play off his brow.
Finally he spoke, "I know I said I was going to forget about it, but that is impossible to do. I need to know what happened."
I shook agreement. "I know."
There was another long pause. I looked at the floor, and Nick looked at me.
"Do you know what happened?"
I shook my head. "Sort of."
"What?"
I looked up at him and moved across the room. I sat on the edge of my bed facing Nick and began attempting to explain. "It was that tree, maybe that place. I think, somehow, I have become a part of it."
"How? I don't even understand what you mean a part of it."
"The first night we went there, while we were. together, I felt this odd sensation. It was like I was dying. While you were staring at the sky, it happened."
Nick looked at me puzzled.
"The sweat off my back mixed with the mud, and I swear I saw it spread out like roots beneath us. It wasn't just that though, it was in my body, too. Everything changed, my heart raced and my blood flowed freely like water. Then I was suddenly alive again. Every muscle in my body ached to be used, and. well, I got zealous."
"Yeah, I remember." Nick said uncomfortably.
"When we came back here, suddenly there was that tree in the same spot where we." I paused and gestured some crude motions.
Nick looked at me curiously. "So you're saying that was the same clearing."
"Yeah, the tree grew from whatever happened to me the last we were out there. It's a part of me and that's why I could feel its soft inside, and you couldn't."
"What did it do?"
I looked at him puzzled.
He shook his head and retried. "How did it bring you back?"
"The last thing I remembered, before, was falling asleep on the tree. All that stuff happened afterwards. The tree somehow kept a backup of me. When it lost contact with me, it must have generated another body and gave it my memories."
Nick shook his head with disbelief. "No fucking way. Nothing can generate something out of nothing, basic physics."
"It didn't make something out of nothing. It took a part of itself and made me."
"Plant cells and animal cells are completely different, what about bone and muscle?"
"I don't think it's a plant. I think it's just mimicking a willow for camouflage."
"People are made out of billions of differentiated cells, each with their own purpose. They are attached to each other or specially formed to be free flowing. They can't be made in seconds."
I cupped my hand and held it out in front of Nick. He looked at it confused and asked what I wanted to show him. I told him to just watch. In the creases of my hand small pools of green gel formed. I mentally transmuted more of my body into it until my palm was filled. For the first time we both looked long and hard at the substance.
"Holy shit!" Nick whispered with surprise.
"Yeah no kidding."
We both stared at it some more until Nick mentioned that it looked like pond scum. I didn't really take offense; it really did look like pond scum.
"What can you do with it?"
"Anything, I think."
Hesitantly he said, "Show me."
I thought for a moment about what I should do, and a deviant idea crept across my mind. I stood up and walked to the door, locking the handle and pushing it shut. I turned around and pulled down my boxers, letting my dick hang down in open view. The gel reabsorbed into my hand then I cupped both hands across my groin, being sure to scoop up my balls as well. I walked back over, holding my groin in hands. I shifted and changed, while watching Nick watch my crotch with curious candor. When I felt as if I had done enough, I let go of my hands and let it all drop.
Nick's eyes flared as a two-foot cock and a pair of orange sized balls dropped down by my thighs and knees. I picked up its length and presented it to Nick, who seemed curiously predisposed in thought.
Nick stood up and pulled off his boxers, allowing his own ample cock to sway free.
"You want to compare?" I asked jokingly.
"No, just look at it."
"What am I supposed to see?" I said while looking down at it. The veined mass hung low on Nick, disappearing under his balls.
Almost angry, he asked, "Does it look bigger to you?" He picked it up and held it out, and sure enough it did look longer then before, by a whole couple inches even.
"Yeah." I said puzzled.
Now actually angry, he said, "Are you in me?"
"What?"
"Am I like that clearing or that tree? Is there part of you in me or did this just somehow happen."
"Christ Nick, we've been together for weeks now, since before that tree even existed. I don't know, but I'd have to guess I am."
Nick planted a fist against my chest and walked across the room fuming. I was confused and hurt.
"Is that a bad thing?" I said pointing to his cock.
"It's fricken twelve inches now. What am I supposed to do with that? I could almost more easily use my fist." He raised his arm and gestured crudely.
"I can undo it."
"You get out of me!" he shouted. "I don't want a part of this or a part of you any longer. This isn't right. Have you been doing all those weird things to me, the odd sexual things?"
"Not knowingly! I didn't know about any of these things until last night.
"You never mentioned anything was odd. You never thought that I might want to know something was off or different with you."
"Why are you so angry? No one got hurt." I suddenly realized I was lying when I remember the gang I disposed of this morning.
"I don't know!" He belted. "I just know I can't be a part of this anymore. I just can't handle it."
Nick's face was stern and pain ridden. I knew he had stayed up thinking about it last night. He probably decided before the first words were tossed what he wanted.
I shook my head acceptingly, and quietly I said, "Ok, if that is what you want?"
Nick turned away. "It is."
I walked towards the door, retracting my penis back to the normal length. "I'm going to take a shower. They are expecting us upstairs in an hour. Could you please not talk about this up there?"
"Like anyone would believe it." He said despondently.
"Thanks."
I pulled on my boxers and opened the door. I peered out and saw no one listening; at least I avoided that discomfort. As I showered, the bruise left by Nick seemed to hurt doubly bad. I could have gotten rid of it, but, inexplicably, I needed to feel it. I couldn't help but cry a few times; my closest bond so suddenly sundered. When I was finished showering, I watched Nick go in after. His eyes had been reddened with tears, too.
Thanksgiving dinner went by without much more conflict. There was a nasty wine spill, and my aunt kept talking about various inappropriate aches and pains. There were a few jokes about Nick's and my complexion, but no one seemed to really know what was, had been, actually between us.
After dinner Nick pulled me aside and asked if we could leave that night. My heart sank; he didn't want any chance for reconciliation. I bargained with him to wait another day. It was a reluctant choice on his behalf, but he agreed. He knew I wanted to see my family. Making me leave with him, so he might get away from me sooner, was unreasonable, especially on this holiday and knowing we would have to occupy a smaller area together when we got back.
That night I acted normal, joking with my family and telling stories from college and of friends and their whereabouts. I let my parents know I was leaving in the morning. I told them Nick had work he had to get back to, and I had stuff I should do. While I conversed with my family, Nick feigned tiredness and was allowed to leave, supposedly to sleep.
When all things calmed down, and my family went to bed or left, I didn't have the strength to walk into the room. I sat out in the living room, wandered the house, and looked out the windows. I did anything to avoid that room. After looking at every room in the house several times, I decided the only other place to go was outside, back to the clearing.
I didn't pack. I walked out barefoot and barely dressed. I figured I was beyond that, now. As I passed into the deep grass, beyond all visual range of the house, I sank to all fours and pushed out paws and a muscular canine form, with surprising ease. My t-shirt and sweatpants clung to it like saran-wrap. With speed I never felt before, I ran and leaped through the brush and grass, nearing the clearing in a mere few minutes instead of a half-hour.
As I trotted down the clearing, the almost familiar whisper of the wood greeted me. I tapped into their senses and recalled the occurrences of the day. There had been some otters in the creek, and a number of quails on the bed, but most recently there had been a traveler, who still slept under the willow's canopy.
He was relatively young, in the later years of his teens. He brought with him a backpack of food and an unmarked notepad filled with his drawings. Along with his food there were obscure items like toiletries and clothing. His appearance was unkempt, his hair matted into gnarls and cheeks obscured by a half-formed beard. He hadn't had the benefit of a bathroom in a while, from appearance and musk.
While he slept, I plotted. The past day made me tense, and I needed to have fun, and what better to play with than someone no one knew about. My malicious mind cranked away at what all I could do.
The man awoke abruptly from his sleep, a crafted nightmare of a charging beast causing it. After looking about the clearing, he noticed a peculiar slime coating his arms and part of his face. In disgust he tried to wipe it away, but it adhered too well to just brush off. He then stood and walked to the waters edge, throwing his clothes in a trail behind. Standing naked to the wilderness, the drifter rustled through his bag for soap. Without shame he bent over, his asshole winking to the cold night air. A stray hand scratched his entrance then steadied him against the earth. Having produced a green bar of soap, the man wandered out into the creek, carefully walking down into the murky depth of the water, stumbling on uneven ground beneath.
I watched him. He washed his arms in the water, the causing the gel to dissipate giving him some relief. From the forest's edge, I approached him, teeth bared across a finely formed maw. He lathered himself down, his ghostly white and lean naked body in obscure contrast to the night.
I made final adjustments to my form. The fur grew denser along my body, no longer allowing any skin to show. My hip's broadened and my arms grew new rippling muscles. I grew from a seven-foot beast to a nine-foot beast and added a leopard like tail.
The man dropped beneath the surface and rinsed away the soap. While he was submerged, I leapt over into the water's edge, and, with another flop of my arms, I was on top of the unwary man. My large jaw scooped down into the water and rapped around his shoulder, my long teeth piercing his skin and gripping him to me. With a toss of my head I lifted his flailing body into the air and landed him onto the creek's shore. Another jerk of my head and his wet form was thrown a few feet ahead of me.
The man clamored onto his hands and knees and scrambled away from the water's edge, away from me. I took a couple long strides and struck his shoulder, knocking him flat. The man screamed frantically and tried again to get away on hand and knee. With paw, I pressed him belly to earth and laid down on his back, just growling to his terrified side turned face. I watched his fisheye examine my head, the bestial form of it at least.
I shifted over him, trying to pin him more completely. Not knowingly, I caused my sagging sheath to slide between the cracks of his ass. The flaccid head of my mammoth, inhuman, cock lying across his hole. I was trying to terrify the man, exert myself and feel powerful because I was powerless to reasonably stop Nick from leaving me, but as my toothy growling maw moved close to the back of his head, his tone unexpectedly changed. I heard him mutter soothing speech to me, through trembling voice. Not fully knowing what brought it about, I allowed, and was amused by, his shaking hand smoothing my furry side. Changing my attitude a bit, I relaxed over him, letting my growl sooth to an occasional warning. I was then jolted when I felt his rear gyrate against my sheath, which I suddenly realized was lying crudely in his crack.
Faking sexual interest, he enticed me, "Do you like that? Huh?"
I did, but I never intended for this conflict to go this direction.
Breaking under fear, his voice cracked into a plea, "Please, God, like it!"
The man was trying to barter his body for safety, thinking the beast might forget about hurting him. I was conflicted about what to do. My original idea was malicious, cause a man to have a life long trauma, but the way he felt against my body was erotic, submissive.
Confused, I stood up and circled the man's body. I looked intently at what he had to offer. He was lean, very lean. His skin stretched across muscle and bone, only like a starved man might produce. Whatever food he had, I thought, he didn't partake of regularly. A second circle around, I saw his terrified face, enthralled in my movement. I then felt pity for him, something I had subdued during the entire planning. A third circle convinced me I did find him attractive. Even if gangly, he was still a striking specimen of man. As I came around his rear again, I took a wider arch and approached him square on.
Scooping my nose up through his crack, I stopped when my tongue touched his hole. I slathered his entrance, spreading each crease and lubing it with spit. When I pulled away from his ass, I noticed swelling in his cock; the man obviously shared my sexual persuasion. I pressed my head between his legs and licked the exposed part of his shaft, which extended quickly to life, digging seemingly painfully into the dirt.
I then sat on him as I had before. With a little shifting, my cock slid between his cheeks again and the rubbery head grew harder as it lay there. The drifter uttered some apprehension, and he openly scolded himself for enticing me. I licked his neck and ear and began rubbing my groin against him. At first my dry head clung to his spit sticky cheeks, folding and bending instead of sliding, but, as I began working up, precum spilled out my cock into his crack, lubing it along its path
When the hot liquid spilled against him, I heard him marvel at the amount, and, from the way he spoke, I think he thought I had finished. The hot fluid flowed down along my sheath until the sticky warmth had wetted itself around my balls and dripped off beyond where I could feel it. After several gliding paths along his crack, he became aroused by it and even perked his ass up into the air for me.
The body beneath me struggled to get up, but not out from under me, and I watched curiously to see what he was trying to do. His right arm moved under his hips and his shoulder folded downwards so his hand could slip between his legs. Rough fingernails and leather-tip fingers scratched the bottom of my testicles, and I growled at the unwelcome contact. The fingers backed away then slid between my balls and his under groin area. The hand became coated in precum gel and then slipped away. The drifter's body shifted again, this time for sideways, and I could hear the escaping pop and slap of a well-lubed cock being jerked.
My cock danced off his hole, my precum working into him and loosening his opening for me. The growing excitement of the man lent to the change as well. When I thought he was ready, I stood over him, abruptly ending our enjoyable rut. Changing my angle of attack, my cockhead pushed against his anus, instead of off it. With careful pressure, I felt the tip of my cock spread him, and, though he hissed, he did not try to make me stop. I kept with the pressure, letting his body time to adjust to the fist sized head trying to make its way through. After a short eternity, I was in. The head popped through and my rod slid quickly after, falling into him a half-foot before I reacted to stop.
I could tell the man was in pain. As my body mingled into his, I began feeling it, too. The mingling was what I had done unknowingly to Nick, what scared him away. Last time was unintentional, but this time I meant, and actively pushed, for it to happen. I felt him come alive to me, around me. As I rested inside him, waiting for his body to sooth, I felt his body quiver erotically.
As an odd after though, I realized he had an odd capacity for me. While I waited, I thought maybe he had done `things' for favors before, a ride or some food, possibly.
I didn't expect it, but he pushed first. I stood calmly waiting for the pain to subside, when suddenly it happened. There was an increase of tension between us, and when it broke, I felt his tight precum soaked hole slide up along my dick. I felt, for the first time, the amazing sensation, one prior to this I likely couldn't have imagined, of my giant bestial phallus filling this small man. Tight and hot sliding along a foot and more of giant sensitive cock, his ass strained to hold me.
Stretching him, beyond any normal human capacity, I desired to feel a part of him roll over me repeatedly. I started slow shallow bucks, feeling out his response. Growing pleasure surmounted his pain, and before long he was panting and sweating to my careful thrusts. Leaning forward on my feline legs, I arched my back and drove deeper into him, making thrusts ranging from six to twelve inches taking as long as near a dozen seconds to push as deep as I intended in.
Standing above him, I was no longer pinning him to the earth, and, while one time I retracted from him, he got onto his knees and braced against the ground with his elbows. >From there he could have easily tried to escape, I might not have been lucid enough to stop him, but he remained beneath me, pleasuring me, and himself, with this fucking.
I felt our sexual tempo increase as both he and I drove towards orgasm. He again initiated it, by grinding his rear against me. As my steady thrusts moved deeply in and out, his rolling ass drove me out and further in by a couple inches each pump. Along the underside of my cock, the conduit bulged. Precum spilled out of me as a precursory purge, nearing me towards ejaculation.
Now I stepped up the pace. I sped up my thrusts slowly, narrowing the foot-long push from ten seconds to four and sometimes much less. With erratic erotic burst, I rutted against the man, feeling me fill him unbelievably full and quickly. I bellowed into his ear my animal desire.
Then, in the pits of animal lust, I was let free. All my desires to live a normal human life were lost. I didn't want to grow up to work in an office, be another boring man. With my gift, I could do anything and become anything. I could shape the world in the way I would like it to be. I even could make this man new, like I was now.
The man's voice shook and shouted excitedly, "Oh God, Yes! Fill me you damn beast, make me."
I drove deeply into him and felt the fur of my belly rub against his ass. My sac constricted against my shaft and pure pleasure grew at the base of my cock. The drifter seemed to notice it as well, we both remained silent and still for the moment, while it built inside me. My breathing broke the silence, growing louder and faster with each pending moment. The breaths turned to groans and the groans turned to growls. The pressure was immense, and, on its edge, my legs pushed forward against him. Pressing in the last few inches between him and my base. We met then I released.
I flooded into him, and with my will, I caused it to change him. Beneath me, his shoulders begin to broaden. In his sideways turned face I saw riddled confusion, as bones and muscle began to grow and flex along it. I watched his nose distend and flatten into a growing maul, and his eyes move flank-ward, while his teeth turned feral. Spots of hair grew down his sides, extending from his armpits, and along the back of his neck, the hair grew down his spine and shoulders. Where my hips met his, I felt a lump of flesh grow, and then slowly it snaked out between and behind us, creating a leopard like tail. His fingers shortened, his knuckles widened, while flesh grew across them. Furry tufts appeared between each finger then grew across the back of each hand.
The drifter cried out, but his voice had deepened to a guttural roar.
My ecstasy grew deeper, as I filled and shaped him. I let my body become part of his, having him feel what it was like to be in my form. As he changed, I felt his arousal, too. I felt his member swell turgid, while it still reshaped to an animal's.
With new strength, he threw me. The first bucks got him standing bellow me, and then the second bucks knocked me off him completely. As I left him, a final spray of bright white semen erupted, shooting over his shoulder and splattering a foot-long trail by the tree.
The new creature strutted along on all fours, growing accustomed to the new locomotion. Quickly he adapted a graceful flow, which accentuated his new animal splendor. Beneath him, I saw his cock sticking out hard, at near two feet, still yearning for release.
I waited cautiously to see what he might do. He looked back at his body, around, bellow, and over the sides. He walked to the water's edge and stared at his own reflection. He then looked at me and back to himself, noticing the near absolute resemblance. As he looked, I watched him quiver, and leaking from his new long prong precum began flowing.
He turned and walked back towards me, pausing at part of the way. His head ducked under his legs, looking at himself, then he looked back at me. I saw on his face he wanted something. He tried to suggest something with mere gesture, but he was too uncertain if I would understand to fully gesture what he wanted.
His body quivered again, and a thick wad of clear precum slopped from the tip of his cock. His neck extended out, and the bristles across his hackle stood on edge for a moment. Without hesitance, he brought his head between his legs and sat up so his mouth could reach his privates. He opened his mouth and rapped it around the dick and began milking it methodically. He growled lowly and purred slightly as he worked his shaft towards fulfillment.
I slinked over and butted my head with his, knocking his mouth off his own cock. At first he growled and lashed at me with his paw, but, when I went down on his shaft before, his strike softened to a pat. His paw rested against my side and waited there, while I serviced him. With true feline instinct, his paw began kneading my back, as I elicited his sexual fervor. The tang of his pending sexual release grew ever quicker in my mouth, until he lurched forward, grabbing around my side, and fucked his release down my throat.
Wad after thick wad left him, deluging back down into the being that gave it to him. The creature began to shrink, as what constituted his monstrous form fleeted him. His hands and feet reverted to a human's, and his face flattened out and returned his normal nose. The rippling muscles and animal body drained back to his familiar form. When most all I gave had returned to me, the naked drifter man collapsed back as himself on the clearing's floor, a final brilliant spray erupting from his groin.
I sat before him, satisfied but curious. I wondered how he would react to being human again.
The man slowly sat up, waking from a sexual release to rival all releases. His brain was still flooded with hormonal bliss, but he took notice of being a man again. He rubbed his body up and down, checking if it were real. His fingers lingered for a minute, where my teeth marks had previously been. After fully realizing he was whole and human, he looked at me concerned.
"Please don't take it away." He paused while I looked at him curiously. Sloppily he pleaded, "I've been everywhere looking for something I could live with. This world is for shit. It caters to the tyrants and punishes the good." Crying out to me for help, he begged, "I don't want to be a person anymore. I can't find anything to live for. I was looking to die before this. Let me be like you, even if it is only for the rest of tonight. I can't bear my skin another second."
I was surprised by his reaction. Only a few moments in another's skin, and he was willing to give up his humanity for a lifetime, what was worse was I felt responsible.
When he began to cry, I walked towards him to comfort. His expression lifted, and preparing for me, he laid back with his legs spread, anticipating that I would do what he wanted. I straddled my two forelegs across his skinny chest and looked down at him, square eye to eye. He was intent on this. No hesitance flickered anywhere on his face.
I wondered if it was right to do this to him again. If I led him to believe he could be like me, for any extended time, he might waist away the rest of his life waiting here. Seeing if I might come back for him.
The man became uneasy and a shaky hand rubbed my chest. The twinge of fear on his face made me wonder if he thought I might reject him or eat him. It could've been fear of me or fear of my denial, I wasn't sure. As he rubbed my furry body, I let him know I was pleased with him by purring. The man smiled and worked my fur with both hands.
If I denied him, he might do something crazy, but if I did do something to him, then afterwards, when he became human again, he might do something crazy, too. He asked if I might endow him with it again, even if only for the rest of the night, so that is what I was going to do. This man's psychosis' were his own, and if he ruined his life it was really beyond me, I reasoned.
I laid down onto his body and, with my paws, I lifted his legs over my feline hips. The man scooted under me and tilted his rear up, so I could enter. The fat head of my cock slipped out my sheath and rested between his ass cheeks. The man's breath quickened, and I smelt his perspiration intensify. The rubbery head of my cock had enough pressure to slip in past his loosened opening, and I entered him a second time.
The man moaned and grunted, the expectation of his pending transformation intensifying his sexual prowess. My cock grew hard inside him, pushing towards climax. He cried out towards me as several loads of semen splattered against his stomach, erupting from his cock. The shock jolted me, and I lost my seed into him. Ten full loads escaped me, before I reigned them back in, a quantity for me which was near a gallon.
The drifter's face began to change again, more pronounced and deliberate then before. The bridge of his nose flattened out and the nostrils curled and became puffy black. Fur spread across his face, growing first and thickest at his chin then spreading out further along his jaw then face. His ears pointed upwards and his earlobes disappeared into his head. White fuzz grew around his eyes and dark brown, yellow and black cougar patterns of fur pronounced themselves on his face. His head elongated towards a feline muzzle but then his transformation halted as the fuel I prematurely fed him ran out.
I glanced down and saw his body ripple with muscles, spreading and popping his frame open so to reform him into a thing like me. His pecks swelled like balloons and his stomach ribbed into bulges. White fur spread down the center of his chest and flared out along his belly, yellow brown fur covered the rest of him as well. The man felt his partial form with padded hands, which were still not fully paws.
I rose up my upper body and looked down his animal like form. Down where our bodies still met, I watched his cock grow a few inches longer and substantially wider, while at his sac, the skin around his balls formed a pouch about the base of his cock.
The site was arousing, and my rut quickened. With low- pitched growls and cougar like cries, he urged me on to fulfillment.
"Give it to me. Make me. I want you to go deep inside me." He wrapped his legs around my hindquarters and encircled my chest with his arms. I felt his hug tighten around me, and he lifted himself against me. His ass bucked against my balls, while his convulsing anus clenched my shaft.
I roared and thrust, throwing his grasp from me, causing him to fall broad shoulders to the ground, pinned by my cock and weight. I broke again, flooding his inside with my cum.
I watched intently as the seed reformed him. His face continued to extend outwards, his teeth forming to his modified maw. His chest narrowed and his arms lengthened. Fur fully erupted from his body, coating it in a smooth sheen. Soon he was more beast then man, not only looking it but sounding it, too. Between us I saw his cock grow out and brush his lower chest, and bellow that, his balls swelled to lemon size. Fur coated the flaps of the skin folds over the base of his cock and a full thick sheath formed from that.
The man had been fully transformed, once again the magnificent beast I made him. He roared triumphantly and pulled off my member and strutted about in feline form. He rubbed against me like a cat, rubbing his fuzzy head to my own.
As his head rubbed past my body, I brought out my tail to bump his head. He looked up to see my rear exposed to him, and he looked to me for reason. I motioned him to complete the circle, and with an odd perkiness, he ran about me and immediately mounted me with his burning rod.
I felt his giant cockhead easily spread my anus, forcing the first few inches past my hole swiftly. The cock was enormous and hard as rock. I felt its length heat its way through me. I then felt the pressure of his hips against my ass. The drifter began long thrusts. I felt him expand inside me, his cock maturing with first use. Along my side his arms thickened as well, the fur rippling in odd patterns as it did.
The creature began breathing belabored into my ear. High-pitched whines mingled with low groans then coalesced into a roar. I felt warmth inside me, large pools of it. Release after release, he let into me, as he had once before. Perhaps a cruel trick, the drifter collapsed off my side after minutes of cumming reformed as what he had almost always been, a man.
I rolled him onto his back and straddled his chest again. I shifted my cords, and in a low growl, I spoke to him. "If I make you again, you can never walk amongst men as you have."
Surprised to hear me speak, he paused. "You mean you can make me like you forever?"
I nodded to confirm his question. "Yes, but understand they will likely try to hunt you at first sight, and they will try to kill you with their weapons. You will trade your drifter's life, for a life of one who is chased. Do you understand the gravity of it?"
The man paused and maybe for the first time really thought. "How have you survived?"
Being as cryptic as I could muster, I said, "I am transitory, but if you become, you will be."
The man's face first was confused then turned stern. He nodded with conviction and spoke to me with a serious tone. "I still know I want it, even if it's only for a while. Even if it will shorten my life to a month, I would rather be like you then live like them."
I understood him succinctly.
"I will need a moment to prepare." I spoke solemnly.
The man's face broke into a giant grin, and he reached around and hugged me. I walked out of his hold and let him lie back down to wait. I wondered wholly how I might do this. Did he want to be just like me; able to change others like I had, or did he want to just be anatomically like me. If I didn't make him somewhat like me, he could never have sex, because if he tried, he might tear the person apart, but if I made him like me in that fashion, a whole new race could grow out of it. I knew I could program my stuff to do whatever I chose it to do. After all, I had instructed it to transform the drifter. I could do the same, theoretically, over a long period, maybe a lifetime. I made my decision and began instructing the changes. When all was ready, I approached the man.
"I will bestow on you all the gifts I have. You will be able to make others into creatures as you are about to become, and they will be able to do the same, but I must warn you, you must prepare every person you transform for the life they are about to take on. Never should you force someone to become your kind or miss give what life they will live, lest you wish them to become a blight unto us all. Also, be careful with human's, they are fragile. As easily as I tore you from the water, I might have tore away your life. From meeting to mating, do not underestimate your strength."
The man nodded and understood what knowledge I bestowed on him, even if it was cooked up on the fly. With that short speech, I felt I prepared him as much as I should. It was time to make him what he wanted to be.
"The seed, when taken like a beast, is merely temporary. The next time the creature breeds, the form will be lost, but, if the seed is taken orally, the gift is bestowed and can never be taken away again." With my little knowledge told, I laid back and exposed myself to him.
The man walked over to me and knelt over my sex, staring down at it through my spread legs.
"If you want the gift you must swallow everything that comes out of me. Even that which comes before the rest." Speaking cryptic was taxing my mind.
He ran his hands through my furry thighs, and worked them concentrically towards my groin. The slow deliberate erotic motions stirred my member from its sheath. The long rubber cock slid up my stomach, while pulsing to life. The man took no chances to lose part of my `gift', and he scooped it into his mouth before it had fully hardened.
I began immediately expelling precum, which I felt him suck greedily down his throat. The substance worked into his jaw, loosening the joints, making his cheeks more pliable and his throat more expandable. He sensed the change, and he turned to straddle my chest, so he might throat my member and not allow anything to escape. His thin pale ass was presented before me, while I felt my cock slide in and out of his esophagus. The substance I pumped into him suppressed all natural reflexes, and he was able to swallow as long as his breath allowed. I felt out of obligation I should return the sexual stimulation, and I licked at his ass and balls with my large tongue. A deep humming in my groin and a radiant groan from his chest let me know he enjoyed it.
I didn't make him wait, though. After a couple thankful groans, by the drifter, and after he took a deep breath and swallowed my shaft again, I released myself into him fully.
From my view, I first saw the spread of hair, growing thick on his thighs, spreading inwards to his ass, up across his back and down his legs. I licked his hole greedily as a lump of flesh, near the base of his spine, grew out to a tail, and I sat back to see his legs reform to that of a quadrupeds. The feet and hands retracted into paws, and between his legs his balls grew larger and a magnificent shaft extended out from a rubbery sheath. I felt his mouth change to a muzzle over my cock, and I felt him take my shaft deeper, as his form began allowing it. He grew to be seven feet long, as I had originally planned to be. The rest he would have to grow on his own. When I bestowed as much as I could bestow, I ceased my feeding.
The new creature withdrew from my cock and strutted along the clearing. He was a magnificent beast now. A creature much more beautiful and whole then any I had seen or read of. Free of his human bonds, he roared and growled. He leapt into the willow's canopy and stretched and scratched with his new arms and claws.
"One last bit of knowledge." I spoke up to him.
He looked at me and dropped down from the canopy. He sat like a cat before me, but with his large arousal extending beyond his front legs.
"What else do I need to know?" he spoke with knew growling timbre.
"You will not be able to change a man unless you have built up a storage. Right now you have no seed to bestow a gift unto another, but if you eat enough food before the next sundown, you will be capable. Each time you release, you spend your storage, and if you do not receive it back, as I did, you will not be able to bestow until you have eaten enough again. This could be good to allow a man a day to decide, but it is your choice, and I have let you know so you might decide in the future."
The creature nodded understandingly and thanked me whole-heartedly. In a manner he could only do know, he asserted his gratitude my purring loudly and rubbing up against my side. The rumbling of his gesture soothed me, and I was filled with happiness for him.
He then asked me, "If we meet again, what should I call you?"
I struggled for a name greater then John. "Rhoe, if you would like to call me a name at all." The name wasn't easy to speak in my form, but it came out right and sounded important.
The creature fidgeted and with uncertainty in his voice, he said, "Rhoe, I feel hungry and wish to explore this world in my new form."
"I understand, but if we meet again, what might I call you?"
"I've been a drifter for so long, that is what people call me by." With that he nodded and slinked away into the dark wood. I saw several leaps by a dark figure then the drifter was gone.
I strolled slowly back through the grass, returning towards my home in an hour instead of a half. I made several loops to make sure the drifter didn't follow me then I transformed back to my normal self. Leaving behind a rabbit like creature, made from the left over flesh, to return back to the wood.
I was happy. I made someone happy. I made new life, causing the world to change. I felt like, maybe, I had done partially what I was put here to do. I thought I could be an instrument of change, changing people so they could be happy of their form. Nick was just frightened because it was beyond his belief system, but if he adopted it, accepted me, I could give him a body that could pass any physical fitness exam. He could join any organization, despite the physical stress. Maybe I could win him back.
Before dawn crept in, Nick was awake and packing. Going to sleep so early made him wake up that much earlier. I had passed out in the den, after returning from my encounter. Nick woke me, and said it was time to go. I didn't argue. I just got up, packed myself, then carefully woke my parents and said goodbye.
They were surprised but not angry. They told me next time I should stay longer. I joked that I might, if they fed me better. They laughed a bit, kissed or shook my hand goodbye, and told Nick they hoped to see him again sometime. Nick just smiled and lied, "I hope so, too."
The trip back was long. No conversation went between us. It wasn't until we were within a mile of campus that I let him know my proposal.
"I know you don't want any part of me now, but."
Interrupting me with an aggressive tone. "No buts. I wont have."
I interrupted him back. "I'm just saying, if you ever have any problems because of any physical shortcomings."
"What, my twelve in cock!" He yelled.
I yelled back. "We both know you said a number of times that you worried about getting into some of the agencies because of your weak upper body. I can change that!"
"Thanks doctor fricken Frankenstein, but I'll try on my own!" He was fuming.
I relaxed back and tried again calmer. "I just want to make it up to you. You may never need it. You'll likely never ask for it, but if you want, I'll be there, just as a friend."
Nick went silent. He still looked angry, but he was milling it over in his head. I said what I needed to say. I just hoped he might accept it someday. In retrospect, I should have never promised him that. I wouldn't have had all the problems I had, if I hadn't. Hindsight, they say, is twenty-twenty.
After we got back, it was never the same again. Nick was silent at all times when I was around, and even when I spoke to him, I didn't always get an answer. Within a week and a half, he had transferred out of my hall and was cohabitating with a hockey fanatic, a quarter-mile away. I still dreamt about him from time to time, but I knew he was lost to me.
For the semester, while I worked out what I wanted to do, I half-assed my homework and enjoyed the campus life. I had this nagging fear of moving on, and it, more then anything, kept me there. I didn't want to leave my family. I didn't want to change my life dramatically. I wasted far too much time there waiting for change to find me.
The quiet of living alone eventually got to me, though. I took up to searching the web for odd groups, people I might someday help. I remember feeling pride when, one day, I read an article about a great cat beast that stole away some women's unhappy husband. Within a month a dozen more sightings and related missing persons were reported, but the creatures were always to fast and to smart to be caught.
As a poor substitute for a roommate, I eventually took up a hobby of horticulture, well a twisted version of it anyways. It really was a lot of pots, filled with mud, growing cultures of my own substance. I made them look like plants, through some coaxing, but they were a constant reminder of my different nature. Once, someone from my dorm saw it from the hall, and he asked if I was growing weed. When I dryly told him no, he asked if I could. It was good for a bit of humor, but my garden did grow other pleasures that semester