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Hypnovember Day 10: Matter Over Mind

Written by: TiranMaster

Prompt by: Hyenaface

"Dude, wake up." The voice was deep, unfamiliar, and really hurt Duke's aching head. "Duke, wake up, you gotta come and see this!" The badger's eyes slowly fluttered open, the world swiveling around him, his stomach churning as he laid there.

"What?" he groaned, looking up at the unfamiliar roof above him, noting a poster on the wall that he certainly didn't recognize. "Shit," he groaned, covering his face as he felt a wave of nausea pour over him. The room was filled with the sound of banging on a door, the perpetrator of the noise on the other side of the room's door. "Stop!" Duke barked out, managing to sit up and glare at the door.

The knocking thankfully stopped, though Duke had a feeling that the owner hadn't left, and that fact was further proven when the stranger's voice rumbled into the room again. "Duke, get your happy ass up! Greg's pounding through a case of beers like nobody's business, you gotta see this!"

Staring at the door in confusion, Duke slowly shook his head, uncertain of what was going on. What had he been doing before this...? Riding... in a car? He shook his head slowly, turning his gaze down towards the floor, trying to gather his thoughts. Those thoughts were interrupted when he saw his body though, it was just in the peripheral for a moment, but it quickly became his whole notice. The body that he had wasn't his, he was a rather slim man, a bit short too, but this body... "What the fuck?!" he gasped, his hands moving towards his muscled torso.

This wasn't the body of a fairly agile thief, this was the kinda body somebody put a lot of work into to maintain. He looked at his biceps, mouth dropping in horror and confusion at the musculature there. "What's going on?!" he gasped, uncertain of what he was seeing, this had to be some sort of dream. Just to test that theory, he pinched himself, wincing as the sharp pain told him that this very much wasn't a dream.

Once again there was that knocking at the door, causing Duke's head to snap up in irritation. "Leave me alone!" he yelled at the door, hoping it might convince the other person to finally give him a moment's peace.

"What crawled up your ass, bro?" the other voice asked, though it seemed more amused than really upset. "Did'ja have too many drinks? Well, whenever you're ready to come out and act like a proper member of the frat, feel free to leave your man cave." The sound of footsteps could be heard as the person left, leaving Duke to his confusion.

Taking a deep breath to center himself, Duke slowly climbed to his feet, grunting in shock at the difference in his balance. The badger had certainly grown taller, his body felt weird, heavier... and yet stronger at the same time. It was as if his world had gone insane, the room around him was different, not his normal bedroom, but the room of some jock. There were posters plastered on the walls, several sports stars that Duke didn't recognize, for teams he wouldn't be able to name. Taking a step forward, several empty beer cans arranged in a pyramid were knocked over, thankfully none of them spilled any liquids on the floor.

The door to the room had a mirror on it, so the badger walked his way across the room, struggling with his new center of gravity the whole time. It didn't take him long to see a figure in the mirror, one he didn't immediately recognize. The person in his reflection was wearing very little, far less than Duke would feel comfortable in. The badger was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, a jockstrap that hugged his shockingly large manhood, and a pair of socks. "What the hell is going on?!" Duke yelled, leaning forward and grabbing the mirror, trying to pry it off of the door. To his surprise, it worked, the mirror easily ripped away from the door, though the reflection ended up cracking from the pressure he was putting on the frame.

Stumbling back, Duke looked to his hands, as if they might give some sort of answer to what was happening. His hands were larger, he could tell that EVERYTHING was larger. He blushed as he adjusted his manhood, grunting as he new larger balls shifted in the jockstrap. Realizing that he was growing dizzy from the sheer amount of shocks he'd received, Duke stumbled back to his bed, falling onto the cushy service with a grunt. Putting his head in his hands, Duke tried to collect his thoughts, casting his mind to what had happened...

***

Snatching a wallet from the counter, Duke fanned it open and started to pull some cash out, his ears perked for any sound in the house. The moon was shining in through the nearby window, highlighting the thief with its light, his heart beating in his ears. This wasn't his first break in, but this one had him more anxious than usual. The badger had been scouting out these people for a few days now, keeping an eye on their security. This house had only been moved into just a couple of weeks back, and the new owners looked to be loaded. As such, they'd paid for some fairly nice electronics, the sort that most novice thieves wouldn't mess with.

Duke on the other hand didn't consider himself a novice, though he'd been caught by the law a couple of times. The young badger liked to fancy himself as a poor fellow who just needed a hand up in life, and since nobody was offering him any cash, Duke would just take it for himself. So he'd taken to larceny, much to his family's disappointment, not that the badger cared too much. His parents were too much, he couldn't stand being around them, it seemed like they were perpetually disappointed in him. As soon as graduation had come around, Duke had bounced, moving in with some of his best friends from high school.

Moving out though requires money, so Duke had gotten good at breaking and entering, grabbing cash and sellable items. It was easier than Duke had initially been expecting, though he was by no means an expert, he found that most people weren't too worried about leaving their items out in easy grabbing distance of the front door. So he'd taken to breaking into several people's places, scouting them out, taking what he needed to get by. Of course, his best friend had scolded him several times, telling him to go to some sort of schooling. Duke found that he was doing fine though, so he continued to steal, though he did tell Trevor that he was trying to go straight.

Thinking of his best friend had the badger pause for a moment, frowning as he thought that the leopard would be upset at him for standing in a stranger's house, taking their money. That wasn't going to help him through tonight though, so Duke ditched the thought, and continued on with his thieving. Scampering through the house, it was easy, picking up item after item, storing them in his backpack. Duke was certain everything was completely fine, right up until the front door of the house burst open, several police officers walking in. "Put your hands up!"

Eyes wide, Duke's hands flew up, his heart thudding in his chest as the upstairs light turned on, a terrified face staring down at him in the light of the stairwell. "Thank you!" she said into her phone, apparently having been on the phone with an operator while Duke was inside of the house. The badger guessed he hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought, and soon his bag was yanked away from him, and he was being led into the back of a cop car.

Sitting there, expression neutral, Duke stared forward as the cop drove away from the house, the badger cuffed in the back seat. "How long do you think I'll be put away?" the badger asked, his voice a bit blank, his mind still in shock about the whole situation. He hadn't expected tonight to go this wrong, he'd been warned last time that there would be serious consequences if he were to get in trouble again.

The dragon in the front seat glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting Duke's eyes. "You're not being 'put away', kid," he said, turning his gaze back towards the road as he pulled up to a stop sign.

"What... do you mean?" Duke asked, a flicker of relief burning in his chest, thinking that it might not be as bad as he'd been worrying.

"There's a program that the city's been running, they're using it to help clean up the criminal elements of the city," the cop explained, driving past the stop sign after some other cars went. "You're gonna be joining the ranks over there at Mundus Tabula."

"Mundus... Tabula," Duke repeated, his thoughts jumping to the prestigious college of the city. It was apparently a high tier college, though nobody Duke knew had gone to it, apparently the requirements to get in were obnoxiously high. Trevor had applied, but hadn't been able to get in, despite having easily left high school with a 4.0 GPA. "This is a joke, right? It isn't funny," he growled, glaring at the dragon's reflection.

Once more the dragon looked into the reflection, his eyes sharp, predatory, staring right through Duke. "I'm completely serious, you've made some serious fuck ups, kid. So the city will set you straight, you won't be doing any more crime after this."

That shut Duke up, the badger's mouth going dry as they drove down the city streets, right to the edge of town, and beyond. There were several buildings just outside of town that Duke had seen a few times, one of them an outer campus for Mundus Tabula. They pulled up in front of it, the police officer climbing out as two muscled figures started towards the car from the building. Duke found himself staring out at them in terror, but their faces blurred as he tried to recall them... and he found the memory slipping through his fingers as he was dragged from the cruiser.

***

Blinking several times as the memories withdrew from the forefront of his mind, Duke suddenly felt very very sick. He looked over towards a pennant pinned on the wall with the letters M.T. written on it, and the badger clenched his fists. "What the hell did they do to me?" he whispered, climbing to his feet once more, he glanced around the room. There was a dresser, and within were clothes that Duke wouldn't have chosen, but it was all he could find. So he grabbed a pair of shorts, and an actual t-shirt. Throwing the clothes on, Duke had to pause for a moment as he realized how truly large he'd become. Gone was his small form that couldn't do any damage if he'd tried, and instead he now had the frame of a jock who could do some serious damage.

"Well, if I can get out of here, I can do some serious burglary," he laughed bitterly, though if Duke did manage to escape, he intended to ditch town. This was ridiculous, he couldn't believe that some college was turning criminals into... jocks? "This must be some sort of sci-fi nightmare bullshit," he muttered to himself, grabbing a pair of shoes and slipping them on.

Throwing open the door to the room, Duke sneered at the room behind him, completely unfamiliar as far as he was concerned. "So long, freaky room." Then he turned and started down the strange hall, noting the other doors in the hallway, likely belonging to the others who lived here. The place smelled like a locker room, something... strangely satisfying to his nose? Like a good visit to the gym. The thought came unbidden, yet strangely powerful, it almost had Duke falling over as his mind flashed to the image of a gym with lots of machines to lift on.

"What the hell?!" Duke gasped, leaning up against a nearby wall, clutching at his head as he waited for the mental image to pass. It slowly faded away, though he felt ill as the thought loomed there in his head, hanging there as if an ornament placed on a tree. "That's... not right," he grunted. The badger knew that whatever had been done to him, it likely would try to affect his mind as much as his body. "I have to get out of here."

Forcing himself to push past his nausea, Duke went down the hallway, several voices raising in volume as he grew closer to the end of it. Pulling his resolve together, the badger stepped out of the hall to find himself in a large living area. All over the room were other similarly large men, all of them clad in similar shirts showing off what appeared to be the sign of a frat. "Oh, look who finally got himself up!" It was the voice from earlier, Duke saw that it belonged to a huge bear, his shirt wrapped tight around a rotund gut. "Duke, glad ta see you up, man! Wanna come over and join us?!"

For a moment Duke hesitated, he didn't know any of them, and he felt incredibly out of place at that moment. "S... sorry, guys, I gotta head out. I'm late for... class?" The excuse felt weak as soon as he said it, but if he was at college, perhaps the others might accept it.

There was a brief pause at all of the men glanced at one another in confusion, and then the bear started to roar with laughter, everyone else following suit after. "Dude, you, go to class? Duke, you know that you're here riding out a scholarship. You're taking all online courses!" The bear's uproarious laughter died down into chuckles, wiping away an invisible tear as he smiled broadly. "C'mon man, don't mess around with us! Wanna join a chug off with Greg?"

Standing at a nearby table with several already empty cans of beer was a buff wolf, his eyes slightly blurry already after apparently having chugged a few at this point. "I don't know who the hell you all are," Duke said bluntly, glaring at them all as they stared back.

"Don't be such an ass, Duke, is this about me not being in bed with you this morning?" the bear asked, grinning lewdly as he cupped a hand around his junk. "Sorry, bud, but you got some major whiskey dick last night. So I had to hop into bed with Greg to get some action, but maybe we can have some fun tonight."

Duke was shocked into silence at the thought that he might sleep with the bear, he was straight, he wouldn't sleep with that sexy stud of a bear. His cock is huge, though mine is bigger. Once more a wave of dizziness hit Duke like a tidal wave, the thought echoing in his head as new images came to mind. Flickers of memory of himself in his bedroom with other members of the frat, each of them smiling at him lewdly, some of them offering their rears to him, others holding their cocks invitingly.

Clutching at his head, the badger swayed as he found his cock hardening in his jockstrap, a small moan escaping him from the rush of arousal. Why... why hadn't he removed the jockstrap? Duke had seen some normal underwear in the dresser, but in his rush he'd just thrown on the shorts, the ones that fit really nice on his ass. Paul liked them a lot, he would often compliment Duke whenever he wore them." Paul, that was the name of the bear, Duke found himself blushing as he realized that he'd chosen these shorts because the other man liked them. "What's going on?!" he gasped, fear gripping his heart as he realized something very wrong was happening.

"You okay, Duke?" Paul asked, approaching slowly, a hand out to try and steady Duke.

Smacking away the proffered hand, Duke glared up at the bear, momentarily shocked by the bear's sheer height. "Are you doing this to me?! Why is this happening?!" Duke found himself digging back into his memories, making sure he remembered who he was. He was a badger, that was right, and he had been committing crimes to make ends meet. He'd been living with his buddy T.... T... "No!" Duke gasped, he couldn't remember that cat's name... wait, what species was he?

A hand grabbed onto Duke's shoulders, shaking him a few times to get the badger's attention. "Duke, did you take your medicine?" Paul asked, his voice surprisingly calm, his face pulled into a remarkably kind smile.

"M... medicine?" Duke asked, still reeling, unsure of what was going on. He couldn't remember his best friend's face, and he... he'd been going to college here at Mundus Tabula for the past three years. He'd joined up with Sigma Pi Rho his freshman year, he'd loved going through the hazing ritual. After all, it meant sleeping with all of the upperclassmen, and Paul had been showing him the ropes ever since. Once more a memory slammed into Duke's head like a cannon, he found his heart warming as Paul looked at him with concern, his friend Paul, dependable Paul... sexy Paul.

Blinking several times, Duke shook a little as he tried to calm himself enough to think about what Paul was asking. The medicine helped calm him whenever he was having an episode, he had bad anxiety, and the medicine helped. Paul had helped him with it before. "No, I... haven't had my medicine yet," Duke managed, his eyes a little unfocused, his heart hammering in his chest. The memories of last night were still clear, but... confused, mixed with those odd thoughts that were thrusting their way into his head.

"Alright, I'll have one of the others get your medicine." Paul said encouragingly, and Duke for a moment considered just following along... but... he needed to... fight.

"No... wait... this isn't..." Duke started, but grunted as another thought slammed into place. _Duke never did like thinking too hard about things, he made his way through the first years of college by sleeping with other men. Getting nerds to do his assignments with sex, and of course his fellow frat bros were great at showing him good techniques.[/] It was like a plunger had been pulled in the badger's head, he screwed up his face, trying to hold onto thoughts... but it was like everything was being drained away. "Fuck... wow..." Duke moaned, his eyes fluttering as he found his cock getting rigid in his shorts.

Paul chuckled, reaching over and groping Duke's crotch, the badger humping against the grasp. "Looks like someone's finally waking up," Paul said with a wink and a laugh. The other members of the frat were chuckling as someone came up to the pair, a pill in his hand with a cup of water. "Here ya are, Duke, why don't you down this?"_

Looking at the pill dully, Duke at first considered rejecting it... but he needed it to calm down. "Alright, Paul," he said with a smirk, and downed the pill quickly, following it up with water. Almost immediately all of those complicated thoughts that had been dancing around were floating away on a wave. "Damn... I needed that," he laughed suddenly, his voice suddenly less stressed, his eyes a bit more glazed over.

"There ya go, sport!" Paul said, slapping Duke's ass hard. "Feeling better now?"

"Yeah," Duke said, his eyes moving to Paul's own shorts, noticing the bulge that slid down one of the legs of the fabric. Like any good member of Sigma Pi Rho, Duke was hungry for dick, and Paul had always been willing to supply for his fellow frat brothers. "Hey uh... I think I forgot something back in my room... mind helping me find it, Paul?" he asked, his mouth suddenly very dry.

The glint that appeared in the bear's eye spoke to Duke's own hunger, a smile forming on Paul's face as he turned to their fellow frat bros. "Why don't you all finish up the beers and start playing some football? Duke and I will be out in a little while." The others just gave knowing grins as Duke and Paul started back towards the badger's room, the hallway and building now becoming increasingly familiar to the new jock.

Opening his door, Duke started to strip off his clothes almost immediately, first the shirt along with his undershirt, his shorts soon falling to the floor. Paul was rather skilled himself at getting undressed, closing the door after them as his own shorts fell to the ground, revealing that he hadn't been wearing anything underneath. A rather large cock sprang up in excitement as Duke stared at it hungrily, his mouth watering, his eyes focused on the manhood before him. "What're you waiting for?" the bear growled, grinning as he stepped closer. "Weren't you 'looking for something'?"

"I... think I found it..." Duke panted, his jockstrap tenting with his own arousal, painful and tight... but he liked the sensation. He kneeled before his fellow frat brother, leaning forward and started to suck on the other man's cock. He moved back and forth, savoring the flavor and girth of the bear's cock. Fleeting thoughts danced about the back of the badger's head, of a life of larceny, of excitement... but those thoughts weren't anything compared to the excitement of his current life.

Paul's hands wrapped about the sides of the badger's head, pulling him in closer as he started to face fuck Duke's mouth. "Yeah... fuck yeah... that's... that's good," Paul growled, grinning wide as he felt Duke's tongue working up and down his shaft.

As his mouth was stuffed full of cock, Duke felt something gathering up in his balls, some... memories of something else... someone else. The badger's eyes cleared for a moment as he tried to recollect who that was... but a proper student of Mundus Tabula didn't care about the past. Mundus Tabula was there to make a new life for its students, so between the reprogramming and the medication to help fix up any leftover memories, Duke groaned as he seized up and shot out shots of cum into his jockstrap, staining the interior with the memories of what had come before.

Paul soon followed suit, growling and plowing his cock deep into Duke's throat, gushing cum down the badger's waiting throat. It lasted for a few moments before Duke pulled back, coughing and gagging on the sheer amount of cum shooting out of his friend. Paul grinned in embarrassment as he shot the rest of his jism over Duke's chest, the badger stained in his juices. The two frat brothers grinned at one another as they basked in the afterglow, cum staining their fur, eyes bright with pleasure. "Well... looks like... we should clean up... before we join the others," Duke panted, licking cum from the sides of his mouth.

"Sounds good... to me..." Paul laughed, helping Duke up from the floor, the pair gathering some of their discarded clothing as they opened the door to the hallway. Several catcalls followed them as they strode towards the bathrooms proudly, neither minding too much as the others complemented their fine asses.

***

"Hm, seems a bit much to turn him into a dick-craving muscled buffoon," the dean said, glancing over the file of the new student.

"You shouldn't complain," the fox across from him said, yawning dramatically as he sharpened his claws with a file. "You receive a student easily capable of dominating the sports field, and we've made sure his scores will not negatively impact the college. In return, we've made him far less of a nuisance to society."

The owl sighed as he closed the file, nodding his agreement as he walked over to pour himself a drink. "To think, Mundus Tabula would rise so high from the remnants of felonious youths."

"It helps society in the end, I think we both can agree," the fox chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink before standing up. "I should go, there are more nerdowells out there who need to be turned into less troublesome pests. I'll be back soon, Fredrick, please enjoy your drink. I'll see myself out."

Waiting until the fox left, Frederick poured himself a little more alcohol before sitting back down at his desk. He glanced aside to stare at the image of himself in his youth, the one that he couldn't remember, the rebel that he'd been. "It all works out in the end," he said with a smirk, sipping down his drink as he started on paperwork.