H.S.T Sophomore Year Ch 11
#11 of HST Sophomore Year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Corbyn looked at the five foot eight figure standing in front of him. They had shaggy black hair and brown eyes while wearing only a pair of glasses, the light in the changing room revealing his average frame as he held a pair of tight blue underwear in his right hand. As Corbyn gazed at his reflection, all he could wonder was how someone convinced him to try and do this. Giving off a heavy sigh, he lowered the underwear down to his feet and he stepped into them before pulling them up to his butt. Feeling utterly uncomfortable, he fidgeted as he tried to adjust the material in his butt crack. "Corbyn, come on!" one of the girls shouted. Groaning, Corbyn took a step towards the door leading to the stage. Just before stepping through, he felt a sudden surge in his back and he stumbled, catching himself on the door. Without any reasoning, he suddenly felt really good, a smile spreading across his face as he opened the door, his nipples rock hard.
The room was dark as he stepped onto the lightly lit walk way. It was the elementary school stage, tucked away into the corner of the school. Although instead of their being a bunch of little kids, he could only see the shadows of a few girls. "Come on Corbyn, shake your butt!" someone shouted and then there were a few cheers. Corbyn smiled and winced at the same time before taking a few steps onto the stage. But as that bit of fear lingered in his chest, he suddenly felt a tingling in his crotch and then it shot to his head. With a heavy groan he sprawled out his fingertips as he spread his legs, feeling over his chest before moving them down to his toes. As he groped all over his body, there was a sudden rush as his body tightened and curved. Pulling his fingertips back up and over his ass, he turned as his cheeks tightened and a light flashed on at the back of the stage. He didn't know how, but Corbyn was looking at a sleek, metal pole sticking out of the wooden floor.
A rush of confidence hit Corbyn as he took step after elegant step towards the pole. A completely different kind of rush hit him as his hands touched the pole, his crotch raging with heat as he swung his leg around it. Throwing himself back, his hair hung from his head as his raging pointed cock strained in his thong. It turned him on so much that his toes curled and he moaned as a small bit of pre stained the blue material. Toes uncurling, he didn't even notice the black pads forming where his soles were supposed to be.
Rising up and spinning around on the pole so naturally, his padded toes touched the ground and he brushed his hole against the metal through the thin material. Gasping aloud towards the ceiling and his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his ears melted, slowly shifting to the top of his head. They stretched until his ears touched the pole, blue fur forming along the base until they ended in black tips. He shook his hips as his fingers moved from them to his stomach. Corbyn felt tickled as blue fur sprouted from his flattened abdomen and passed over his nipples which were turning a darker shade of pink. Hands moving up and over his eyes, Corbyn watched as his fingertips thickened his soft human hands disappeared, shifting into the rough dog paws now moving over his head.
Reaching over his head to grab the pole behind him, Corbyn tightened his new abs as he lifted his legs up over his head. He was utterly surprised by his own abilities, but the rush took over as his ankles cracked after he locked them around the pole. The feeling was more erotic than painful as his ankles stretched away from his feet. Sliding down the pole, Corbyn moaned as his cock grinded against the metal, his jaw cracking and shifting before his eyes as he placed his new, ebony paws on the wooden floor and the rest of his body slid down behind him. Giving off a sexy yip, he had a foxy grin on his face as he tossed his head to the right and let his hair whip, finally sliding to his knees as his mouth formed into a muzzle.
He bucked his hips and gasped as he grinded against the pole again and again, the rest of his body sprouting fur as the underwear around his bulge tightened and tightened until finally his canine shaft slipped from his blue thong. Biting his lip, he grinded his paw into the knot building at the base of his vein covered dog prick. Letting out a whimper, he looked over the crowd with a hard blush on his blue cheeks as thick strands of warm cum shot all over his chest and face, reaching all the way up to the pole. Rubbing the cum all along his chest, Corbyn cried out as he thrust his ass back against the metal, moaning as a little nub pushed against the rim of his thong before four large appendages burst out along the strap between his butt cheeks. Eyes closed and licking his black lips, Corbyn stroked over his chest as blue furred and white tipped tails fluffed around his shoulder and waist, wagging as if they were as satisfied as he was.
All of a sudden there were girls shouting and hooting and Corbyn collapsed, letting his legs spread after the dance. As Corbyn huffed and smiled, proud and embarrassed at the same time, he was totally shocked when the lights snapped on and sitting there was one lone figure. It was a young guy, which curly blonde hair, falling out of his green cap. All the cheers and hoots were gone. There was only the guy clapping and inexplicably... Corbyn couldn't help but climb back up the pole and start dancing...
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