The Infusion
I was trying to sit through my last class that Friday when my new dick started acting up.
The one thing about...replacing your dick every time you have sex is that every new dick has its own quirks--one wouldn't cum unless I tugged its balls, one had no gender preference, one particularly embarrassing one wet the bed every night--and this one seemed to throw boners at the slightest provocation.
I mean, I'm a young collegiate polar bear just passing from the helpless needs of puberty into a virility that had many demands of its own, and even I noticed how much hornier I was all the time.
The skunk that had...donated it had boasted at me about how he could plow guys over and over again, and while our encounter hadn't exactly given him the opportunity, my new dick seemed eager to prove his boast.
It didn't help that it was still rather oversized, and the prominent bulge swelling under my desk was a self-perpetuating source of arousal. If I'd had time to jerk off a couple more times before class I might've had it under control or at least down to a more manageable size, but there was no chance of that now; I was at a level of horny that demanded I stick my pole in someone as soon as possible.
Fortunately it seemed I already had an audience.
"Dude, you're huge," said a hushed voice beside me. "Have you been pumping?" My neighbor was a tawny coyote that looked downright scrawny next to my pudge and was eyeing me with a sort of dreamy admiration.
"It's more of an infusion, sort of," I said, keeping my voice low as well.
"Heck, that's hot," he said, then immediately caught himself. "I mean, the ladies must think so."
I smirked. There were probably as many gay guys here as any other university, but that second 'C' in 'KCCU' meant a rather large proportion of them were desperate to stay closeted--and were generally very bad at it.
Deceiving people takes practice.
"If you want to see what it's like," I said, writing my name and room number on a scrap of paper, "come by after class. I've got a bad reputation, so probably don't let anyone know you're coming."
He nodded and stuck the paper in his pocket, and I tried not to let the anticipation make my bad boner worse.
About ten minutes after I got back from class, I heard the timid knock at the door that I was waiting for, and I quickly let the coyote in.
"Thanks, dude. I'm Dusty--oh my lord is it even bigger?" His gaze had already fixated on my crotch; he was here for the goods. No matter--so was I.
"I shouldn't think so. It might look bigger as things resettle, but the mass generally goes back down to normal over time. But I'll, ah, do another infusion soon, and you can experience up close how big it can get."
He visibly squirmed. "I don't know about that," he said. "That's like...needles and stuff, isn't it? I get squeamish..."
I chuckled. "Not exactly needles, no. Tell you what, why don't you come here and check it out?"
I took a seat in my computer chair and started undoing my pants for him, then thought better of it. "C'mere. Unwrap it. I want to see your face."
He practically pounced, kneeling in front of me and tearing open my jeans to get at what lay behind the bulge. "Heck yeah," he said, running his nose along the outline of the pole in my boxer briefs with a deep sniff before pulling them down to reveal it. "Dude...I've seen some real freaked-out cocks before...but this isn't even, like... I mean, this is perfect."
"Heh. Well, I did tell ya, no needles."
He reached out to take hold of my new shaft, and I felt an electric thrill as my body found a connection with his.
I could have tried to take him right there, just from the touch of his hand, but it would have been too easy for him to get away. Generally you want to start with a more intimate contact...
Of course, when a guy's lusting after a cock he's already holding, intimate contact isn't going to be far behind. He bent down without any prompting from me and took the head of the big shaft into his muzzle.
It was certainly a mouthful for him--not totally unworkable, but think of a naturally thick dick, and scale it up by 1.5 or so, and you'll have an idea of how big this cock still was that only recently had been an entire skunk.
Of course, soon it will only recently have been an entire coyote.
I felt the connection with his body in my mind, took hold of it, and fused his lips in place where they were, most of the way down my cock.
He didn't even notice for a while, so absorbed was he in moving his tongue over my pole, and I didn't bother to bring his attention to it--I just lay back in his chair and enjoyed him working over my dick.
It was a nice break from immediate assimilation; it was rare that I actually felt like just blowing my load inside someone. (Maybe that sounds weird to you--but cumming from a newly-transformed dick that's nearly the size of yourself is far more satisfying.)
Still, simple pleasures. I stroked behind his ears and ground against his jaw as he sucked me off. I gripped his shoulders between my thighs and he wrapped his paws around me, stroking over my love handles.
Then the moment came. I felt the breath of him as he inhaled deeply and tried to pull back to give his muzzle a rest, and then the sudden concern and whimper of distress as he found he couldn't.
I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his muzzle deep into my crotch, growling as I cemented our link further. My dick swelled out in his maw as it merged with his tongue and began to extend down his throat.
Dusty's struggles stilled as he changed from a coyote stuck to a bear's dick to a coyote-shaped extension of a bear's dick. I hefted his dead weight up in my arms and slid from my chair to my bed to lie down and work out the changes.
I stroked the sides of his body, which had already started to gain a level of sensitivity beyond that of regular flesh. I loved this part, where my new pole was mostly a person and stroking it meant running my paws through soft fur.
I shut my eyes to avoid the more unsettling visual details and leaned back against my pillows, just savoring the former coyote's fluff as the angles of his body--the arms and legs and all that other nonsense--were slowly replaced by the single, overarching curve of a monstrous, person-sized cock.
It felt amazing, even though Dusty's furriness was fading away to a layer of skin with at least one prominent vein running along the path my palms were taking up and down my length. He'd started dripping, as well; a flow of precum powerful enough to keep the whole length lubricated was pouring out of my new cockhead.
I opened my eyes again. The coyote was now only a memory; what was between my legs now was five and a half feet of cock, deep enough red in color to be almost purple, with a hefty knot the size of a soccer ball throbbing at the base.
I shouldn't have been surprised at the canine feature, but even so, it was new to me; I slid my paws down and shivered as I gave it an experimental squeeze. I'm definitely going to have to find someone to mount with this, I thought. If I can hold off on changing the guy long enough to knot him...
I continued jerking off, one paw working my pole and the other pushing down on my knot, already imagining my next conquest, imagining him tied on my cock and his insides shrink-wrapping to my length as he, too, was assimilated into me.
I yelped hard as the thought pushed me over the edge, a slurrsh sound like a garden-hose spray audible as cum was launched into the air, splattering across myself, the bed, and the wall behind me.
On instinct I leaned forward, hugging that massive knot tightly, and felt my orgasm intensify, my climax lasting much longer even than such first times usually did. Cum slid down my back in thick gouts as my new cock offloaded most of the mass that had recently been my classmate.
Eventually I was spent, and slumped back against the soggy pillows to soak in what I'd done.
I'll admit, I do occasionally have pangs of conscience over what I've come to refer to as my Nature. Attendance at enough religious services can do that to a guy.
But there is none of that remorse in the heat of the moment or its aftermath. When a tiger brings down an elephant, it doesn't delay the moment of feeding for ethical concerns--it neither worries about the well-being of the elephant or its family nor harbors any animosity towards it. It's hungry, therefore it eats.
Likewise, when I take down my prey, I am only following my hunger. And afterwards...there's little point in taking it too seriously.
I looked down at my new cock, which was still over a foot long and dripping cum between my knees, and gave it a squeeze.
"See?" I said, though I knew there could be nothing left of Dusty to hear or understand. "No needles."