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Drew never believed that a dream could end up being so real for him.

He didn't feel the same kind of rush and fear that his friends felt, however. He was over that once he noticed that horns were poking out of his forehead.

"Seriously, Abe...enough is enough, dude. I've been in this room for two days. Can you please get over yourself and let me out of the dorm?"

Drew's roommate was still completely panicked, even after having a pair of evenings to think about what had happened to the person he'd become friends with over the course of that year. The scrawny, pale Drew seemed like a thing of the past already; thick, dangerous horns curled around the side of his head, his chest was growing out broad and heavy, and his entire frame elongated, allowing him to stand taller than even the tallest of his classmates.

It was like going through puberty a second time, but this time, everyone around Drew was stricken with a painful lust for him, regardless of their sexual orientation.

"I...I think I've exhausted every possibility," Abe replied, as he slumped down over his keyboard and nearly fell asleep at his desk. "There's nothing in here about any kind of disease that aligns with your symptoms. I dunno what the hell happened to you, but...it's nothing that can be explained by science or technology."

"Pfft. I could have told you that two days ago!"

"That doesn't make it okay for you to leave the dorm, Drew! You won't make it down the hallway before you freak somebody out!"

The changes didn't stop after Drew was finished masturbating. Even when he slipped into the shower afterward to clean himself off, he had to deal with the full effect of a strangely goat-like cock between his legs, and cleaning the unique shape of it was a struggle that he hadn't anticipated. The sudden increase in his libido meant that he rubbed himself to orgasm three more times before he was even out of the shower, and as much as Abe tried to hide it, Drew could tell that his roommate was uncomfortable with just how arousing Drew's presence was.

"Yeah...we'll just have to see about that, I guess," Drew blew off the idea of scaring anyone, still convinced by the transformation that he was turning into some kind of a sexual demigod. His presence alone would likely bring them to their knees, and the thought alone was enough to leave him grinning from ear to ear. "How do I look?"

"Like a goat fucked a person, and somehow, they still got pregnant."

Drew rolled his eyes at first, but he realized that he hadn't seen a mirror since the first, minor changes took hold. His confidence began to waver just slightly as he stepped over to the full length mirror on the back of the door, and if he'd gone cross-eyed, he might not have known it.

His pupils weren't the same color anymore, and his irises weren't the same shape. A golden-orange sclera surrounded tiny, rectangular shards of pitch black, and his goatee, longer than it ever was before, was growing even further out from a face that could just barely be called human. It was somewhere between the face of a mortal man and an average goat, but not quite one or the other, and Drew wasn't sure if he was frowning or not when he saw the shape of his lips.

He knew he wanted to frown, but he wasn't sure that it was possible anymore.

"We need to get you some help," Abe finally cut in again, able to see the human side of Drew's emotion in his eyes, even if they no longer held a human shape. "Try and throw a hoodie over your head or something, and we'll sneak you out to a hospital. Maybe they can slow the process, or even reverse it for you!"

"Not like I need a sweater," Drew groaned, seeing just how much body hair covered his chest and arms. His hair was actually a thick, white-gray layer of fur, and it covered his entire body, down over his thighs and to the ends of his huge, flat feet.

Drew wouldn't have claimed to be the most normal guy, before the transformation started. Now, he was just putting an exclamation point on how strange he was.

"L-look...Drew, dude...it's gonna be all right, okay?"

"Pretty fucking easy for you to say, Abe!" Drew snarled and whirled around at his roommate, who actually fell over backwards and quaked with fear as he looked up at the spitting image of a demon in his dorm room. "My whole life could be ruined!"

There was a clear remorse in Drew's eyes for scaring Abe into a trembling mess, but he didn't want to show it. He was still too frustrated to be apologetic, and he knew that he was running out of time, and options, if he was going to do anything about this.

"...Pick up, Stephanie..." he pouted, as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and hit her number on the speed dial. He was barely able to tug the phone free from his jeans, as his growing, widening frame left once baggy pants to cling to his body like a pair of undersized shorts. "You're my last hope!"

**

In the past, it seemed that it was always Drew who came to Stephanie with some kind of an issue to discuss, and in those times, she was always happy to listen to her best friend, and help him through a time of crisis.

This time, she was reluctant to accept, but she could hear just how much panic was riddling Drew's voice. Despite her concerns, she threw her hair into a quick, blonde ponytail, tossed on a comfortable outfit, and ventured out into the cold to meet him at a place she wasn't expecting.

"Well, he had a point...there really isn't anyone out at Grace Park this time of year," Stephanie whispered to herself. Part of her was rather glad for the privacy, knowing that she wouldn't want to admit what she had to say in a more public setting.

As she scanned the field of mingled patches of white snow and dying, yellowed grass, she didn't see Drew coming. She was looking for a short, timid young man who was scarcely heavier than she was.

What she saw coming was a tall, hulking beast of a man, covered in fur so thick that she couldn't be sure if it was an animal, or someone wearing a sweater of pure wool. A trembling sensation crept through her legs as she looked to the nature trail that would lead her back to the main roads, but as she was about to turn and run, she heard a voice that was completely twisted by dark forces...and yet...

" Stephanie, wait! It's me! It's...it's Drew!"

Long, awkward steps carried Drew closer to Stephanie, as he still struggled to get use to the feeling of running on what felt like tree trunks. His whole body was heavy, and the thickness of his limbs was just another unwelcome struggle that he had to deal.

Compared to the sexual issues he was having, it didn't seem like a big deal, and given the strange facial features he was now stuck with, bigger limbs were almost negligible.

"...Drew? N-no...that's can't be him!"

If not for the faintest tone of a human voice from Drew's vocal chords, Stephanie wouldn't have given it a second thought, but trembling legs stood still in the light, thin snow and waited for the creature to come a little bit closer. Even from a short distance, she could tell it wasn't completely human, but there was a familiar presence about it...one that she could only confirm when she felt a warm, wet rush inside of her womanhood, and immediately, her cheeks flushed a bright shade of red.

It is him...

"Stephanie, listen...I...I can explain this. I really can."

Stephanie figured that her confession could wait, as she took in a series of long, deep breaths, trying to control what felt like a coming panic attack. "You look like something out of a fantasy thriller," Stephanie told him, doing her best to be the rock of support that Drew was accustomed to resting against.

"You're close. Would you believe if I told you that I look almost exactly like the creature from that dream I told you about?"

"...Yes. Yes I would."

Drew sighed quietly and tried to keep his emotions in order. "Then...w-what the hell do I do, now?!"

"For starters, stop swishing your tail around. You almost hit me in the side, just now."

" Tail?!"

A tail that was short for his body, but still plenty long enough to make contact with Stephanie, was creeping out of Drew's body. Thanks to catching his breath and chasing after Stephanie, he hadn't noticed it until she literally pointed it out to him, and with that, his composure was fading fast.

"Yes, Drew. You have a tail. You are some kind of a weird, demonic creature, and for some reason, when I'm around you now, I...I can't stop thinking of fucking you. I fingered myself twice the other day after having coffee with you, and I know you're gay...I...I don't quite get it, honestly."

Stephanie was trying to keep from speaking those words, but just being around Drew in his transformed state was making her painfully aroused, and she was sure that there was a direct correlation between her arousal and his transformation. "Stephanie...I...I'm sorry, I guess?"

"Oh, don't be. I haven't cum that hard in ages," Stephanie admitted, "But you need to be careful who you hang around, Drew. I think that whatever happened to you is poisoning other people, as well, and the last thing you need is to make a splash in a public place. Try to lay low for a bit, and let's hope this all goes back to normal by the end of the week. If it doesn't...I'll happily drive you back to your parent's place so we can try to sort this out."

It was weird for Drew to hug Stephanie, knowing just how lustful she felt around him. If that wasn't enough, this would be his first time hugging her where he actually stood taller than she did, but in his moment of need, he couldn't help throwing his massive, furry arms around her for a quick embrace.

"Thanks, Stephanie...what can I ever do to repay you for this?"

"Let me convince you that you're bisexual?" she asked, before letting out a giggle of embarrassment. "I...uh...sorry. That's your transformation talking."

"Don't worry about it," Drew assured her. "I know what you meant to say."

**

Drew knew that the best thing for him to do was to head back to his dorm and call it a day. He easily could have done that, as the last of his transformation began to take hold.

The thick, bulging muscles were slimming down just slightly, until Drew was nearly as skinny as he was originally, and his size was only aided by the thick coat of fur that covered his body with such a full guise that he no longer needed to wear any clothes, save for something to cover up the massive rod of flesh between his legs.

He had one last test for his new body, however, and if it backfired on him, he really wasn't sure what he would do.

"...H-hello, stranger..."

In a bold, and no doubt foolish move, Drew made his way over to the apartment where his crush, Evan, lived. Just off of the edge of the main campus, it was a dangerous trek for Drew to attempt, and he knew that he was spotted at least a few times, but he was far past the point of caring.

He cared about only one thing: The effect of his powers on someone he truly lusted after.

"Hello, Evan. Trust me, I'm no stranger," Drew explained, as he stood casually in the doorway, despite his outward appearance. "May I come in?"

"Listen, I...if this is some kind of silly prank, and there's a guy behind you with a video camera, this isn't funny."

"No prank here," Drew replied. "Just Drew Schmel from Chemistry 302."

Evan tilted his head just slightly up at the tall, lanky satyr and let disbelief wash over his expression. "...No, you're some guy in a costume." Some guy who's giving me a huge, throbbing erection...what the fuck?

"I'm sure this is going to be tough to handle, but...Evan, I'm not kidding. It's really me."

"Not funny. Get out of here before I call the cops, okay?"

Slim, smooth and perfect for guys who liked someone they could almost literally break, Evan attracted plenty of attention from males and females alike, but under lengthy golden locks and behind bright, emerald eyes, his mind was racing at the sudden waves of arousal that washed over him, as if he were nothing more than a shell in the face of an endless ocean.

"You're not gonna do that," Drew replied calmly. With a glance down at Evan's jeans, he could see a bulge propped up against the denim, and he grinned, taking a curious step forward, to see how the male would react. "I see that my transformation is giving you problems, too. That's just what I was hoping for."

"P-problems?" Evan stammered, as he took a step back into his own apartment, giving Drew just the room he needed to close the front door behind him. "I...I don't-

"Your dick is stiff as a board, and it's getting even harder, Evan. You really think I can't tell?"

"Look, Drew...if that's really you, I...I don't care! This is way too weird!"

"Sure is, but all I can think about is fucking your silly little brains out, and I'm done fighting it. Trust me, it's a lot more fun when you just relax and give in."

Drew's original dream was coming to life once again, as he was now the satyr, staring down the small, slim Evan, who trembled with equal parts of fear and hauntingly strong arousal. "Drew...Drew Schmel...how did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I wanted this every bit as much as you did..."

Drew snickered as he reached out and gripped Evan by the belt. Despite his nerves, he stood still as the satyr yanked the piece of clothing free, and began tearing harshly into Evan's pants. "Call it a lucky guess. I don't suppose you'd like it if I fucked your tight little ass and made you cum all over yourself, would you?"

Evan shuddered as he felt his cock spring up the moment that it was freed from his boxers, and in a way, he was even more creeped out by the fact that Drew seemed to be able to read his mind. His legs spread like butter the moment that Drew pressed them apart, and his cock was drooling precum from just a single, teasing touch. "You...you don't need to tease me so much about it," Evan managed to speak, even as he felt the tip of something that clearly wasn't human teasing along the smooth curve of his rump. "P-please...please just do it!"

There was no way that Evan could believe what was happening, but as the aura around Drew continued to poison his mind, the poor little male allowed his legs to be tugged right up into the air, even knowing that the creature taking him wasn't entirely human, if at all."You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words," Drew spat right out, as his cock poured copious amounts of precum from his twisted, goat-like member, soaking Evan's backside and leaving him plenty lubricated for the act to come. "This...t-this won't be gentle, Evan..."

" Good. Fuck me already..."

The powerful, lust-inducing presence of Drew's transformation allowed the pair to sneak past weeks of awkward silences, dating, and other moments that felt like a formality in the presence of such a sudden, passionate outburst. In a way, Drew was more than happy to cut to the chase, and even if he knew it was only because of his transformation that he had such a thought, he couldn't care any longer.

He could only try not to drown in the delightful sensation of his thin, tapered cock sliding into the ass that he'd been thinking about for the better part of a semester.

"E-Evan! Damn, boy...never would have thought you'd be so t-tight!" Drew cried out, keeping a grip on each of the young man's ankles. A modified missionary position wasn't the most exciting thing that Drew could think of, but because the moment was being shared with the man he desired more than anything other, he wouldn't change a thing about it.

In that moment, Drew would have been happy to stay...buried deep into his crush, feeling his sack gently bounce against the smooth, soft curve of Evan's ass, as the tip of his manhood spilled a healthy amount of precum into the waiting male.

Evan was completely lost in the moment. His eyes were rolling back as his once tight asshole tried to adjust to being so completely filled, and his prostate was gently poked on each and every thrust. Somehow, despite his size, Drew didn't cause the smaller male any pain, and it took only a couple of quick, jerking strokes upon his throbbing cock before he was trying to fight off an orgasm.

It was a losing battle, of course, and Drew narrowed his eyes, grinning wide as he saw thick, white spurts of creamy, human essence spraying up into the air and falling right back down on Evan's tummy.

Drew wasn't done yet, however...not even close. His cock continued to spread the poor, exhausted male, making sure that his ass would gape long after they were finally finished, but in that moment, Evan was little more than Drew's plaything...and the twisted, sadistic demon had a lot of frustration to work out.

**

It didn't comfort Abe to see a satyr in his dorm room, even after he accepted the fact that Drew wasn't going back to normal anytime soon.

That made it even less comforting when Drew brought Evan over, and though Abe knew Evan to be a small, slim rail of a man, his skin was green, he stood even taller than Abe himself, and his body was a thick, hulking mass of muscle; Abe never would have been able to guess who it was.

"Uh...Drew...stranger...I think you two might want to get a look at this."

Abe continued to turn up the volume on the television as the pair of transformed creatures gazed upon it. "Still more reports coming in from the near west side of fantasy creatures appearing out of thin air! A dragon was last seen running down 35th street before he took flight, and what we believe to be a cyclops is tearing light poles out of the ground just up 42nd street! We'll have more details as they come, but public safety officials are urging everyone to stay indoors! Do not go outside for any reason!"