As Professor Yangley headed off towards his next class, his pipe puffing smoke, two freshmen heading back to their dorm room from their last class passed a little too close, and each of them got a strong whiff of the professor’s fumes, making them cough for a few moments.
“Was he…smoking in here?” one of them asked, scratching his chest absentmindedly. His name was Chaz, and was the nerdier of the duo. Tall and gangly, he couldn’t seem to keep weight on, even though he had quite the appetite.
“Whatever, that was weird…” his friend, Eddie, said. He was shorter than Chaz, but managed to exude more confidence. He was also a bit chubbier, the beginnings of the freshman 15 already setting in, but his jovial mood still made him plenty likable.
By the time they’d exited the building, however, the oddity of the event had left them, and once they were outside, each of them paused to light up. Chaz pulled out a large bowl, full bent bulldog and packed in some tobacco from the pouch he had around his hanging from his belt, while Eddie plucked a cigar from his shirt pocket, cut off the end, and lit it carefully, before holding his lighter for Chaz, and then the two of them set off for their dorm, puffing along themselves. However, as they walked, each one of them kept noticing that strange things seemed to be happening to them.
For Chaz, he found that he had to start quickening his pace for some reason, to keep up with his friend. Being tall all of his life, he’d always had to focus on pulling back, but suddenly he was hurrying to catch up, and the effort left him a bit out of breath. It was even stranger, since he was actually looking up at his friend, instead of down. Shouldn’t that be the other way around? He couldn’t quite be sure, but whatever the case, Eddie was now well over six feet tall, and his chubby frame was filling out with muscle, which was causing Chaz’s cock to rise against the leather of the kilt he was wearing. “Fuckin’ slow down, boy,” he said, and Eddie immediately bowed his head, and pulled back, allowing the shorter Chaz to take the lead, and he followed behind him at a respectful distance.
This also gave Eddie a wonderful view of his friend, who was now much, much shorter, and far fatter than he had been moments before. But the sight of his friend’s newly hairy shoulders, neck and arms sent a strange thrill through him, and he kind of wondered what his back was like underneath the vest he was wearing with his kilt–and whether he had any underwear on beneath it. He hoped not. As he watched, there was a ripple through Chaz’s hair, almost like a light breeze, as it grew down to his shoulders, and all of it turned to a deep, flame red with a few strands of silver. He tripped again, suddenly–not used to his long legs or his muscular physique. Looking down, he watched tattoos swirl up his arms and onto his chest, as his shirt tightened around him into a rubber tank, and his pants slimmed down into tight leather, which hugged his muscular body and showed off his seven inch cock bulging at the crotch. He wasn’t as hairy as Chaz was, but that was alright, and he felt a few pricks as rings and bars appeared in his nipples, ears and nose, and a thick horseshoe moustache framed his mouth.
They climbed the stairs in their dorm, Eddie licking his lips in excitement, and as soon as they were inside the older pipe bear’s room he fell to his knees in front of him and started grinding his face into the man’s red furred gut, as Chaz ran his hands over the smooth dome of Eddie’s shaved head. “You like that gut, boy? You wanna feel all this fat pressing down on you while I fuck that ass of yours?”
Oh yes sir, please sir…” Eddie moaned, and then Chaz shoved him into his hands and knees, flipped up his kilt and worked his nine inch cock into his friend’s hole, both of them pumping out smoke until they could barely see the room through the haze…and it seemed like the room was changing. Suddenly, the floor was concrete, the walls tile, and the door room became just one poorly lit room in the bathhouse the entire dorm would become, as their cloud of smoke drifted down the halls.
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Alright, here are your options. There’s only two or three more entries left, so make them count.
1. Let’s follow the smoke to the left, into the floor’s bathroom, turning the guys there into urinals and cumdumps.
2. Let’s follow the smoke into the room on the right, where the floor’s RA becomes a leather bound, sadistic enforcer.
3. We can still see how Pa and Clyde’s trailer trash slothfulness is infecting the uptight suburban neighborhood.
4. Trent still can get to practice and bottom for the entire team and the coaches, turning them all into stupid, fuck-hungry tops.
5. Julian decides he would really like a fat, tattooed skin pig for an intense fisting session that evening.
What would you like to see?
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