H.S.T Sophomore Year Ch 2
#3 of HST Sophomore Year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The lights flickered in the small room that was the study hall. One occupied computer desk and a few bookshelves that cramped everyone in together at the single desk they were forced to sit at. Despite trying to look like he was studying, Tim couldn't deny the raging meat tenting in his pants as his blue eyes skimmed past the book in his hands to stare at the other guys sitting at the table. The fact that most of these studs just came from gym class wasn't really helping. Man musk and body odor drove him to imagine those sexy guys fighting over each other, sweaty bodies gliding across each other. It was when he crossed looks with the new kid with the weird green cap and blonde hair did he start to feel weird. He suddenly pulled his foot back after something touched him, swearing to himself it was the guy's feet.
Tim held back a pained moan as he leaned over, his dirty blonde hair falling over his eyes as he rubbed his hands down past his small gut all the way to his feet. He felt them throb beneath the materials of his shoes and he suddenly hated them...a lot. Tim imagined sun baked dirty dirt beneath his feet, the feeling of grass between his toes. He groaned as the shoes around them got tighter and tighter, covering his mouth all the way down to the stubble on his chin to hide the expression of pain.
Suddenly there was a ripping sound and Tim sighed as a thick glob of pre dribbled out onto his thigh, wiggling his toes as they were exposed to the stale air of the study hall. Everyone was looking at him except for the new kid. Cheeks turning red, he said, "Sorry, really bad itch." Buying it, everyone went back to their own things as Tim looked under the table. He was shocked to see his toes had torn right through the leather ends, his socks stretched and shredded around bulbous, padded tan toes covered in a thin fuzz. On the end of each thick fur covered digit was a dark curved claw.
Tim wanted to appear startled, but something quickly took over, he was actually getting excited as he clenched his fists beneath the table. With intrigue, he watched deadly black claws push their way out of the center of his fingertips as he felt his palms and fingertips become rough, like he had worked hard labor every day of his life. And even though no one could see, he felt the tips of two of his top front teeth pressing against his bottom lip. Then, as he licked his tongue over the daggers in his mouth, he felt a sharp pop in his jaw and his bottom teeth were doing the same.
Laying his head down, Tim had a fang filled grin as he quietly started to groan feeling every muscle in his body ache and burn. Pressing his new claws into his black jeans, there was loud ripping as he easily clawed the denim, feeling his muscles bulge against his striped, button downed shirt. Looking up from the table, Tim's eyes shifted like clouds before the moon, the misty blue making way for a fear striking amber and cat like pupils. He let off a heavy growl but it was covered up by the loud buzz that meant class was over and it was time for home room. It didn't matter to Tim, he had found his prey. He wagged his bulging toned ass in his seat, straining beneath his jeans, arching his back as he felt a throbbing nub push its way over the rim, the beginning of a tail. He watched as all the others got up to leave. But particularly a tall, lithe figure with a thin face, jaw length black hair, and slightly tanned skin. Jeremy was his prey.
As Jeremy walked outside the class, he didn't follow everyone else. He turned left and walked down two flights of steps. The beast that Timothy was becoming took chase, running after Jeremy on all fours just as the crowd turned down the far corner, his animal instincts telling him to pursue smaller and weaker prey that wandered away from the herd. As his claws dug into the marble stairs, the beast came to a painful stop on the landing between the two flights, just as a big, red metal door closed behind Jeremy.
Tim arched his back on all fours, letting out a pained bellow as his legs snapped and cracked, his ankles forcing their way out of his shoes, tearing leather and stretching his socks until they were finally shredded. He raised his head, bellowed again, and proudly wagged the blonde tassel on his new tail. Raising his shoulders, he thrust his hips again and again before the sheer size of his body tore open his clothes. Giving off one last bellow, he followed with a strong lion roar as his human pride bulged into a ten inch barbed tool, shooting steamy lion cum on the floor as his face cracked and was molded into a strong lion maw.
Still dripping on the floor, Tim stood on his two back legs and balled his paws into fists, emitting a loud growl as he scrunched his nose and flicked his pointed ears as he took in Jeremy's scent. The hair on his head slowly grew into a golden mane, down to his maw, tanned fur lining his body including his massive foot-paws as he took a step forward, ready to continue the hunt...
To be continued...