The Professor’s Club Part 1

Commissioned by Anonymous

It wasn’t until he’d already rung the doorbell that Kevin looked down at the invitation he’d received from Professor Sullivan, and then at his watch, and it dawned on him that he’d gotten the time wrong. The gathering wasn’t supposed to happen for another hour, and he thought about running and hiding, but before he could act, the door opened, and the Professor was staring down at him. “Oh! Mr. Connors–you’re rather early.” He was a very big man, filling the doorway with his belly. With some embarrassment, Kevin realized that he was wearing a robe–and he blushed. It didn’t help that he’d always liked the gentlemanly look of his teacher–he’d had a few fantasies about him, and finding him like this, well, Kevin did his best to not get hard on the doorstep.

“Yeah, I know, I just realized that. I’m gonna…I’ll go and come back, since you’re still probably getting ready–”

“Oh nonsense,” Professor Sullivan said, “I’m all ready for the party, I was just…getting ready myself, is all. Here,” he said, ushering Kevin into the foyer, “Go ahead and wait in the study for a few minutes while I go put on some clothes. It’s just down the hall there, the only door on the left.”

Kevin nodded, and while his professor hurried upstairs, Kevin looked around the high ceilinged foyer, admiring the age of the building, and then walked down the hall until he found the equally spacious study, the wood floor covered with a variety of plush rugs, several armchairs and sofas scattered about, with flames raging in the fireplace. He wandered the perimeter of the room, admiring the books stuffed into the bookshelf, the antique desk covered with papers, and the wide rack of pipes hung on the wall by the door.

“I see you found it alright,” the professor said, as he entered, shutting the door behind him, “would you like something to drink? I’m going to have a smoke, myself,” he walked to the rack of pipes, selected one for himself, and turned back to Kevin, “Would you like one as well?”

“Thanks, but I’m good. I tried a cigarette once when I was a kid, and that was enough for me.”

“Well Kevin, I don’t blame you for disliking cigarettes, but pipe tobacco is quite the step above that. Here, let me pack one for you, you can try it, and you’re welcome to refuse it if you’d like. But there’s no harm in giving it a try, right?”

“I suppose, though I’d hate to waste your tobacco, Professor.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have just the pipe and blend you you I think. Also, don’t call me professor–you can call me Mike, if you’d like. We’re just friends here.”

Kevin nodded, and accepted the pipe the professor handed, and felt something carved into the bowl. Being careful not to tip out the tobacco, he looked at the pipe the professor had handed him, and saw that the bowl was carved into an intricate design. On one side, he could see the head of a dragon breathing a stream of fire around the front of the bowl, which formed into a head of a wolf or some other canine, before moving back up the neck. The wood and briar of the pipe itself was so black that it looked burnt to ash, but it was plenty hard. “That’s a very nice design,” he said to Mike, “Where did you find it?”

“Oh, that one’s been passed down through my family–I think my great-grandfather carved it himself, actually. This house has been my family’s property since before that even, passed down from Sullivan to Sullivan. Now, hold the pipe in your mouth, and I’m going to light the tobacco. Just take in a few puffs, to keep the flame going.” Kevin did as the older man described, and after a couple of false lights, they managed to get the pipe going, and then the professor lit his own. “There. Well? What do you think? It’s a bit nicer than the cigarette you tried, I hope.”

“Yeah,” Kevin said, “it’s not bad, but I don’t really feel the need to make a habit of it.”

“Oh no worries about that–one bowl isn’t going to hurt anyone. Have a seat Kevin, and relax.”

Kevin did as the professor suggested, and sat down on a sofa across from the pot-bellied professor, and the smoke was nice–it was making him feel more at ease already. “So this whole house is yours, huh? Do you have any kids?”

The professor sighed, “No, I don’t. The Sullivan line ends with me, unfortunately. I’m still not certain what will become of the house after me, I admit. Though sometimes solutions to problems like these arrive without much effort on one’s own part, if you are patient. Sometimes earlier than you expect them even.”

They lapsed into silence for a moment, and Kevin took a deeper draw off the pipe than he’d meant too–it felt like the smoke had pushed its way deeper without him inhaling, and he let out a cough, his throat burning. It was then that he noticed something strange–the sides of the pipe, the eyes of the beasts carved into it–they were burning a deep red, all on their own. He looked closer at them, and was caught off guard when the smoke pouring out of the bowl suddenly twisted itself up and rammed its way into his mouth and nose. He dropped the pipe, coughing, hacking, and waving his hands in front of his face, but even from where the pipe lay on the floor, the smoke continued to twist up into him, and he started to feel hot.

“What…What the fuck is this? What’s happening?” he said, but the professor didn’t say anything, and Kevin couldn’t be sure through the smoke, but was the older man…changing? He looked hairier, all of a sudden, and when the older man grinned wide, his teeth were all pointed and sharp. That was all Kevin could notice before he doubled over, coughing, saw his own arms, and nearly screamed. The professor wasn’t the only one sprouting fur, both of his arms from the elbow down were covered in grey hairs, and above that, he saw brown hairs sprouting all the way up, disappearing under his shirt. He was itchy all over, and he yanked off his shirt, finding the hair was spreading everywhere on his body, except for an area covering his belly and chest, where the skin was drying out and flaking out into something almost resembling scales.

“I…I have to get out of here,” Kevin said, woozy, but when he tried to stand, he tumbled over almost immediately, hitting the ground with a thud. So much smoke was pouring into him now, it was all he could breathe, and then came the aches, great groaning pain all over his body. His face, hands and feet started to pulse and pound, his bones grinding against one another as they reformed themselves. His pinky disappeared entirely, leaving him with three thick fingers and a thumb, all of them covered with fur aside from a leathery pad, and a sharp claw where his nail had been. He reached up with his new hands and felt his face, the hair sprouting there too, but the structure was all askew, and he could feel his mouth and nose pushing out into a snout that he could soon see if he crossed his eyes, and running his now longer tongue over his teeth, he realized they were as sharp as the professors had appeared moments earlier. Moving his hands back, he felt his ears had changed as well–they had migrated up on his head and become much larger, sticking up straight in the air.

The next changes happened so fast that afterwards, the only thing he could remember clearly was the pain. First, he felt something bunch up behind his shoulder blades, and then with two painful spikes, leathery wings the same color as his scaled belly erupted out of his back and spread wide, and below that, his tailbone pushed out above his rear and grew out into a thick, scaled tail tufted with a brush of fur at the end. Finally, a splitting headache in his skull accompanied two horns, which sprouted out of the top of his skull. He opened his eyes long enough to see the pipe on the ground before him, burning almost white hot, dissolve into ash and a final ball of smoke which shoved it’s way into him and lodged in his throat, the heat of it unbearable for a few moments, and when he finally exhaled a gasp, a small gout of flame erupted from his throat and singed the fibers of the carpet in front of him.

“Alright, it’s finished–I’m sorry about all of that, it actually looked quite painful. Here, take my paw,” a deep voice said over him, but Kevin rolled over grunting as he accidentally tweaked one of his new wings awkwardly, and tried to push himself up, but nothing felt right. Between the tail, the wings, and the fact that he had seemed to have gained about fifty pounds of fat and nearly a foot of height, he nearly tumbled over, before two furry arms grabbed his and righted him. “Look, calm down,” the voice said, “I know it’s scary the first time, trust me, I remember–but there isn’t really a good way to warn people.”

Kevin managed to look at the beast holding him, and saw that the professor had changed as well, becoming an equally large werewolf, but he’d kept his rather stately manner, his glasses perched across his snout, and Kevin would have laughed if he hadn’t been so scared and angry. However, he quickly realized that something else was overwhelming those emotions as well–he was horny. Hornier than he’d ever felt before, his cock hardening in the crotch of his pants that were still stretched over his legs, though his massive feet had exploded out of his shoes. When the professor pulled him over and started licking at his snout, Kevin found himself licking back, the two of them kissing and groping each other’s bodies, stripping each other of their remaining clothing, the smoke of the professor’s pipe and Kevin’s throat intermingling.

“Come on boy,” the professor growled, “This big wolf has been lonely for far too long–how about you give me a nice fuck?”

Kevin had long fantasized about having sex with his professor, but this wasn’t quite how he’d imagined it happening–he was in no mood to refuse though. The chubby, white furred wolf bent over the side of an armchair, smoking his pipe, and Kevin got down, opening up his hole with a brief probing from his tongue, before lubing up his cock with some hot spit. He took a moment to look at it, the red shaft emerging from his new sheath, but he didn’t really care–he needed to fuck. Gently, he worked his way into the professor’s ass, smoke pouring out of his nostrils as he did, the professor urging him onward.

“Oh fuck–fuck–” Kevin said, “Did you know that I’ve wanted to fuck this ass of yours since my first day of class with you?”

“Of course I did boy–no one stares at me like you do anymore–now come on, I want you to fuck me, not tease me.”

Kevin wrapped his arms around his teacher’s thighs and started fucking him, but he went slow and steady, not wanting to waste it. Still, the urges in him worked against him, and soon enough he was right on the edge. With a fiery howl, he came, shooting his load up Mike’s ass.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s what I’ve been needing,” the professor said, panting, “I haven’t been fucked like that in years!”

Kevin, pulled his cock out and backed away, still not quite used to his balance, and looked down at himself, clear headed for the first time since he’d started smoking the pipe, and he started panicking. The professor stood up and walked over to him, but Kevin backed away. “I…I don’t know what you did to me–what is this? Change me back!”

“Look, it’s easy, it really is, but it’s going to take some practice,” the professor said, “Just calm down first, and I’ll talk you through it, alright? Just take a few deep breaths to start, and think. Focus on your old body, and relax…”

It was hard, but Kevin eventually managed to do as the professor said, and as he focused, he could feel his body changing again, shifting back to his human body, but he didn’t allow himself a moment of celebration until he was completely back to normal. “Oh thank fucking god,” he said, feeling his body with his hands, but it wasn’t quite his body. There were a few slight changes–he was a bit heavier than he had been, he could tell because his clothes were all a bit too tight, and he was hairy, but in all the wrong places. His belly, which had been scaled, was mostly smooth aside from a slight treasure trail, but the rest of him a solid, even coat of hair, even over his back. “Fuck…what…what was that professor? What did you do to me?”

The professor smiled, and changed back as well, his transformation happening almost immediately, “Well, I suppose I should welcome you into the family, eh?”

The professor put his arm around the young man’s shoulders and led him back to the sofas, where he told him the whole story. The Sullivans, it turned out, had been cursed generations ago to be were-creatures, capable of maintaining human form, but whenever their emotions overcame them they transformed into monstrous creatures–especially when they were sexually aroused. The professor, though, had been the first in his line, that he knew of, who had been gay, and since he’d never taken a wife and never fathered any children, he had assumed the curse would die with him, but it wasn’t that simple. He discovered that the curse demanded a successor, or the professor would age forever, older and older, and he’d had no interest in that, and so he’d decided to do his best to find a successor to take his place who might at least enjoy it.

In his research on the curse, he’d discovered that, on occasion, individuals who weren’t members of the family had been cursed by the manor, usually the wives and other children who had entered into the Sullivan line through marriage, when no other obvious heir had been available. While not necessarily Sullivan in blood, it was good enough for the curse, and Mike figured that he might as well not prolong it. That, he said, was what tonight’s meeting was about. He’d found four students in his classes, Kevin and three others, in the course of his teaching, who all seemed rather interested in his classes in mythology, and so he had decided that the four of them ought to be his successors. It helped, he added, that all four of them were gay like he was. The curse wasn’t easy, and he felt bad for putting the burden on the men without telling them, but he literally couldn’t talk about the curse to someone outside the family.

Kevin listened intently, and if he hadn’t been subjected to the transformation moments before, he would have assumed the professor was lying, but that wasn’t an option. Still, he had to admit, reluctantly, now that it was behind him–he had liked it. In fact, he secretly wanted to change back so he could try out his wings, and see if they actually worked. Finally, he’d decided that he’d had enough, and as the professor spoke, he leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. The professor was surprised, but didn’t resist, and as it grew deeper, both of them shifted back, the second time less painful than the first but no less disconcerting–but Kevin could tell he’d get used to it in time.

“I think we can talk about this all later,” he said, blowing a puff of smoke into the professor’s face, “Right now, I think something needs some attention,” he said, rubbing the professor’s own shaft.

“Well, make it quick,” the professor said, grinning, “The others will be here pretty soon.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kevin said, and swallowed the entire shaft, the heat in his throat making the professor groan in pleasure. The professor started bucking up and down, ramming his cock in and out of the young man’s snout. Kevin heated his throat up a bit more, watching the professor’s white furred gut shudder and shake as he fucked his mouth, and then the cum flooded his mouth, and with it’s awkward shape, he wasn’t quite ready for it, as it flooded out his jaws and down his scaly neck. They stayed changed for a few minutes together, smoking in their respective fashions, until they both heard the doorbell ring, and they sat up.

“Well fuck, time sure does fly when you’re having fun–has it been an hour already?” Mike said, standing up, shifting back in a few moments as he did, “Well I’d best go greet the guests, eh? You might want to change back yourself–but we’ll have to find you some new shoes, I think. Why don’t you just stay here for a few minutes, until I come back?”

“Alright,” Kevin said, standing up and looking over his shoulder at his new wings, “I’ve been wanting to give these a shot anyway.”

The professor sighed, “Well, just be careful, alright? Flyers tend to be a bit more clumsy than the rest of us after the first changes.”

“I’m not clumsy,” Kevin said, a huff of smoke curling from his nose.

The professor started to argue, but the doorbell rang again, and he raced off to the front door, pulling on and fixing his attire as he went, checking himself in the mirror for a moment, before pulling open the door, and finding two men on the doorstep–Luis Ortega and Derrick Jackson. “Mr. Ortega and Mr. Jackson–welcome! Come on in, you’re the first to arrive.”

The two men eyed each other awkwardly, each of them wondering why the other had been invited, and then stepped inside. Luis was a slender, boyish guy–and a borderline genius. He was already making waves in the math and computer science departments for his coding abilities, and Mike had been equally impressed by him in his own class. Still, he was less than enthusiastic about his personal hygiene. He had a habit of showing up to his classes in the same clothes for several days straight, often looking like he’d been sleeping in them–if he’d slept at all, and his medium length black hair could use a trim, but still, he was a nice, honest young man. Derrick on the other hand was nearly a head taller than Mr. Ortega, and massive. He was a senior on the football team–one of the linebackers–and he definitely looked the part. Still, while not the brightest, he was a very sweet guy with a heart of gold, which Mike enjoyed, and very curious and inquisitive.

“This is…a very big house, Professor,” Derrick said, looking around the foyer.

“Well, it’s the old family manor–not my own. I’m stuck with it, unfortunately.”

“It’s a nice thing to be stuck with,” Luis added, and he was going to ask something else, when they all heard a loud crash from a room down one of the halls on the first floor, and the professor grimaced.

“Well, I still have some things to see to in the study for a few minutes, but dinner should be ready soon–why don’t the two of you look around the grounds for a bit, since you’re so curious? You’re welcome to look around the rooms upstairs–there’s quite a good number of studies and suites my family have had decorated in various ways throughout the years. There’s also a large garden out back that’s beautiful this time of year.”

Luis and Derrick gave a shrug, and then set off around the house, Luis slipping into the living room, heading towards the sunroom and conservatory, while Derrick climbed the stairs towards the bedrooms. When they were out of sight, the professor hurried back to the study where Kevin has stumbling up from the broken remains of the coffee table he’d crushed in his tumble. “Sorry Professor, I thought I had it under control…”

Mike just scowled at him, “That was centuries old, you know.” Kevin just looked kind of sheepish, and the professor rolled his eyes. “Oh well, you were bound to break something–at least it was something I didn’t like very much. Now, why don’t you change back before you do anymore damage?”

“Oh quit being such a stooge,” Kevin said, walking over and giving the professor a kiss, “I’m still hella horny–is that a side effect or something?”

“Ha, you could say that…” the professor said, his face and chest starting to grow furry, “I’m sure the two guys who just came can look after themselves…we’ll check up on them in a bit…” he growled, dragging Kevin to the ground, for another round, as Luis and Derrick wandered deeper into the house.