High School Transformaiton: Ch 7-1 Charlie
#11 of HST: Freshman year
Warning: 18+ Naughty stuff
Stroking through his dark hair, Charlie looked about with a very paranoid look on his face. Ever since that night of the skirmish, he had felt very weird. What has made it worse is he couldn't remember a thing that happened. It scratched at the back of his head, but each time he really tried to think about it, the nightmare of him waking up with Corban lying next him popped into his head. And what was weird, over the last few days, his hygienic values were falling. He just couldn't bring himself to wash anything other than his ass and his teeth. That, and he didn't want to wear anything but his smelly workout clothes, he even wore them under his school uniform.
Now he was frightened, as the stink of Mark's sneakers drew him towards the wrestling jock's open locker. Shaking, he quickly snatched up the guy's right shoe and put it to his tanned, Hispanic nose, inhaling a deep whiff. Right away it was an instant boner. Pulling it away from his face, he instantly felt a loss of something and buried himself deep in the sweat soaked material again. It was so bad, it was like a drug.
"What are you doing...Charlie?" The guy dropped the shoe in shock at the sound of Corban's voice. Turning around, Corban was standing there, covered in sweat, naked with a tail wrapped around his waist. The smell of stink coming off of the mixture of man and beast was overwhelming; he stunk of horse and donkey musk and BO. It was such a good stink. "Nuth....nuthing, Corban." Charlie stared; he stared at the bluish gray nipples, the tassel like tail... "What...What are you?" The young sorcerer stepped forward, well within kissing range and Charlie never took even a step back. In fact, he leaned in, leaned in and wrapped his arms around Corban, burying face into the sweaty pockets all over the skater's body. The beast boy closed his eyes but showed no signs of enjoyment except for a smile. Charlie inhaled deeply as his hair turned white, followed by patches of short white fur that lined his back all the way to his butt.
Falling to his knees, he buried his face into Corban's thick patch of brown pubic hair. Again, the beast boy showed no arousal. Charlie's nose seemed to disappear into the patch as it shrank into his face, flattening to a round pink surface. Stumbling back, he lifted his own arms and sniffed almost drunk at his own hair pits. "Mm, I smell good..." Charlie had completely forgotten Corban as a black pelt formed up along much of his body except for the single white stripe on his back, far too excited by the odorous BO his body emitted. It was like he worked out for a few months and barely bathed. Tossing left and right, he squeezed his nipples as he basked in the glorious smell that was him.
Feeling a twitching in his feet, he reached down with his jet black paws and snatched up his right foot. There he saw delicious looking paw pads, soaking up the sweet nectar that was his sweat. Extending an adorable little tongue, he slurped on each little crack. Taking a break, he looked up with dissatisfaction at his own locker. "What have I been missing?" Giving off a yip, Charlie snatched up all the hygienic products he owned and threw them in the big trash bin in the locker room.
Going from locker to locker, he inhaled the sweet dirty scents of sneakers, underwear crotches, and sweat stained shirt pits. As the door to the locker room opened, Charlie had his night black skunk cock grinding up a locker as he sniffed through the grated door, his black and white bushy tail waving behind him. "Who are you?" Charlie perked his pointy black ears as he turned to see mark, his eyes immediately drifting down to his sexy feet which were only covered with his sexy sports socks.
To be cont.