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Spring break.

What more did you have to say to a college kid to get them dropping everything so that they could listen to you? Apparently, not very much. Just saying those two words would be enough for anyone to hop in their cars and cruise on down to the beach, if the weather permitted, which it usually seemed to do in sunny Miami. But for Josh Prior, it wasn't so easy. He was stuck up in Denver, and the winter snow hadn't yet given to spring warmth. He was stuck in his dorm room on campus like everyone else, but he had his mind in Miami with his girlfriend Riley. They always joked that Riley was a boy's name, but Josh had always promised to write her name in the sand with his inside of a heart on the beach one day. This was not that day.

As he lazed around his dorm the first day, he knew he was going to have to get out of the cramped dormitory bedroom and go do something fun. It was Spring Break, after all, and he had no classes to study for. He deserved a little fun, and Josh would be damned if he didn't find something fun to do before classes resumed on Monday. But time would only creep slowly along, the seconds on the wall clock ticking away almost clicking his patience away with each second that passed. He didn't want to stay in the room, but he didn't want to go anywhere because the heat in the dorm was out, and he knew of only one place in the whole building with a heater plugged into the wall.

Josh spent the second day in the lounge on the first floor of the dormitory talking with a couple of his equally stranded buddies. They had decided collectively that if they worked out a bit more, they would be unable to feel the cold that they felt. As a wrestler in the lightweight category on the college's wrestling team, Josh couldn't resist the urge to mess around with a few of his friends, maybe knock them into submission. He didn't often get to play very much except at conferences due to being one of two in the lightweight category. He had been trying to lift out of it, but the Coach had said that the rest of the team was filled up, and that if he didn't like it he could quit. Josh wasn't a quitter, so he stayed in his spot on the team however unhappy he was with it. It had gone well in the gym; Josh had managed to single-handedly beat each of his friends back with their own strength as he'd been taught how to exploit in wrestling.

After the work out session, or in Josh's case after the wrestling bouts, he hit the showers to warm up and wash the sweat out of his skin. He reasserted his belief that this was the worst way to spend Spring Break though, and he dipped his head under the water a little to wash the shampoo out of it when the door to the locker room opened behind him. He spun around surprised at this, thinking all of his friends had already gone ahead and left back for the dorm. It was only Coach Watkins, the swimming coach for the campus. Watkins waved a friendly hand to Josh, and he waved back. The thought of being fully exposed before the Coach was not unsettling for Josh; he'd been on several sports teams since junior high (reminding himself that he knew how to get clean in a hurry, which probably explained his comfortable state in the shower now).

He turned off the shower when he was done and started over towards the bench where his clothes were, finding no trace of Coach Watkins anywhere as he did. However, when he had picked up his shirt, he found a strange note underneath it lying on top of his pants.

"Meet me in the office. Watkins."

Why did Coach Watkins want to meet with him, Josh wondered as he turned the note over to see if there was anything more. There wasn't. Josh slipped on his pants and shoes and decided that maybe the note had been meant for somebody else. Surely, a wrestler had no interest to a swimming coach. Josh started for the door but he was stopped by a whistle blowing through the locker room, the echo rebounding off the walls loudly as it did. Josh froze in place, then turned back to see Coach Watkins standing there, his meaty arms crossed over his large chest.

Coach Matthew Watkins was a large man, about 6'6" and roughly 240 pounds of beef, even if he had a sizable ball gut to match. He was proud to be as big as he was, and he had been a coach for as long as any student at the school could remember, despite being only in his mid-30s. He was a true bear of a man, having a thick, trimmed beard and deep-set blue eyes that seemed to sparkle from underneath his heavy brow, which was currently a straight line and aimed at Josh.

"Did you not get my note, Prior?" was his gruff statement.

Josh gulped a little. Coach Watkins was the coach of the swimming team, but Josh was sure if he ever got in the water himself he'd sink like a stone and that'd be that. Josh, on the other hand, was sure that he'd glide like butter on bread. He'd even been told that during the last year of high school which was his last year he spent swimming on a team. He thought that Coach Watkins had no reason talking to him, but hell if Josh knew what Watkins' motive really was for calling Josh out on Spring Break.

"Yes, sir. I did." Josh said and stood firmly only a few paces from the door. He didn't have an authority problem, but authority never treated him very well.

"Then where the hell are you going?"

Josh stammered a bit, "Nowhere I guess. What did you want?" Josh felt shaky. He always did around guys bigger than him.

Coach Watkins eyed Josh for a little longer, looking him up and down before deciding to laugh heartily. This surprised Josh a little bit and when Coach Watkins placed a meaty hand on top of his gut to calm himself a bit, he smiled big, showing pearly white teeth at the wrestler and spoke, "Why don't you come into my office and we can have a little fun for Spring Break?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Coach Watkins said with a grin. He thumbed a finger behind him to the office where all the coaches individually made the teams' plans for events. It wasn't a real office in that somebody worked there, but somebody was almost always in there doing planning and other things. "Get in that office, Prior."

Josh did as he was told, and he followed Watkins into the office where they both sat on opposing sides of the desk in the middle of the room. Josh didn't say a word, figuring that he was probably in trouble despite Watkins' heart-warming demeanor. Watkins didn't seem to say anything for a moment, instead writing events on the calendar that was laid out on the table. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, the silence in the room. When at last Josh felt like he was going to want to get up from his chair and just leave, Watkins spoke.

"Prior, I know you're probably bummed you can't get down to Miami Beach with your friends for Spring Break." He began without even looking up at Josh, speaking clearly but slowly, "But I want you to know, I'm pretty bummed too. All the other coaches got family they can barricade themselves with in their own homes. I practically live on campus-"

"Sorry, sir, but is this going anywhere? I was going to a party tonight with a few of my friends." Josh tried to sound civil about this, but judging by Watkins' immediate glare, Josh judged he had not sounded as nice as he had intended to, "Sorry. Continue, sir."

Watkins continued as if he hadn't been interrupted at all, "I practically live on this campus, working either on papers or schedules or training the team. By the way, I'm still considering drafting you to our team. We could sure use somebody like you for our speed challenges." So this was about a possible team-change, Josh thought to himself before Watkins continued, "I've seen you move on the mat, Prior. You're what I want in a swimmer. And looking at your record, I noticed you swam four years in high school and one in junior high. That would definitely come in handy. But I assume there's a reason you switched teams when you came to this campus?"

Josh didn't even realize it was his turn to speak until that glare hit him again and Josh, startled a bit by the gaze, spoke quickly, "Uh yeah. I didn't want to swim anymore. They told me I would be better using my speed to take somebody down rather than glide through the water."

"Well, I want you to know, the swim team could use you. But if you don't want to do that, I won't make you." Watkins said going to the mini-fridge that the coaches usually kept cold bottles of Gatorade for themselves after practices in and he pulled out a couple of cans instead. Josh was even more surprised to see that they were beer cans, and Josh began to feel uncomfortable again. Was the coach going to try to get him drunk and sign something to swap teams? That didn't seem impossible, given Coach Watkins' reputation as a hard-ass for getting whatever he wanted at that minute. Josh secretly admired that, but he didn't want anyone to know because he thought it would make him seem selfish.

"I appreciate it, Coach. But, I didn't think we were supposed to have beer on campus?"

Watkins smiled again and showed his teeth, but something was different about this smile. It had a certain air to it that the previous smile lacked; almost uneasy in fact. "Oh, no. This is Spring Break; you can do whatever you want since the campus is supposedly closed. I figured you'd like a beer just to enjoy something before you go back to your dorm."

He opened one of the cans and took a sip of it gently, his big hand obscuring the entire label before he belched and sighed happily from the drink. He handed Josh the other one. Josh noticed the label of the can read Boomer Brew, and on the label was a picture of a boomerang where the B in Boomer was, and the opposite side of the label had a kangaroo excitedly throwing the boomerang, which had already left its hand as was evident by the B. Josh took the beer in his hand, finding it cold and inviting at the same time. Even though everything else on campus had been cold, this was the first thing that seemed refreshingly so.

Coach Watkins was saying something as he examined the label, but all he heard was, "The only beer from Down Under that we can buy here in the States I'm told. Not too bad if I say so myself." Josh nodded dumbly and opened the beer up sniffing it curiously at first. A typical bitter scent of hops and what Josh had always imagined as piss mixed together.

"It doesn't really smell much different than-"

"Smell don't mean shit." Watkins said a bit dismissively, "Just drink it. You'll see what I mean."

Josh nodded a bit and smiled a little at Watkins. Truth be told, this was the first time Josh had even tried beer, and while he was a bit hesitant at first, once the yellowish liquid passed his lips and slid past his tongue into his throat, Josh opened up to it instantly. The beer really did taste good, better than the normal drinks he had, which had lately consisted of protein drinks and Gatorade. In fact, Josh was almost certain he'd be buying a case of this on his own as soon as the weather cleared. He was even a bit saddened to find that the beer was gone before he even finished thinking about how much he liked it, and Coach Watkins just chuckled a little.

"That's some good shit, Coach!" Josh said rather excitedly, "I've never even had beer but this is amazing. I feel like I want more." Coach Watkins nodded a bit and pointed at the beer in Josh's hand, which Josh stupidly stared at and realized that the can had refilled itself somehow. Or had he even drank the whole thing? Had he only had a sip of it and thought that was everything? Josh didn't care, he took another sip of the beer and when he had finished with the sip, he took another gulp, and another. The beer just tasted so good. He didn't want to stop.

Coach Watkins watched from the other side of the desk, smiling devilishly as he did, watching as slowly Josh's ears grew points and began to travel to the top of his head, the ears swiveling a bit once there, facing forward. The points stretched upwards towards the ceiling more, the ears getting to about six or seven inches long before they stopped. Josh hadn't noticed; he was too busy drinking his beer. Watkins liked it when he could watch the show.

Josh finished the beer and started to stand up, but he was a bit woozy. Had he drank that much? Why was everything spinning? He bit his lower lip embarrassed that he was probably drunk now, and he blushed a little as he kept sitting in the chair. He looked down at his lap, futilely trying to hide that blush, and was a bit amazed that his flat abs had gotten a little rounder, the shirt pushing a little against his small gut he had just started gaining out of nowhere. He gave it a testing poke and blinked realizing that he was actually a little flabby in the center. "Hey, what gives?" He asked, his speech slurred from the beer he'd been drinking lately.

But while it wasn't much for Josh to think that things were odd, it was plenty difficult to figure out what it was specifically that was difficult. He had no idea what he was doing with a bit of a belly, and he looked down and-

"Holy shit! It's bigger now!" He cried out, seeing the shirt he was wearing tightening a bit more around his midsection, the area there now getting quite soft with fat. Coach Watkins wasn't saying anything now, only watching the drunken wrestler get a nice beer gut to him. He chuckled in his seat while the wrestler looked around the small office thinking that it was getting smaller. Josh wasn't even realizing he was getting taller as he thought his mind slowing down as he got more disoriented.

He didn't know what to think as he watched the shirt slowly folding a little around the middle, getting tighter but also pulling up a bit as his gut poked out from underneath his shirt, and Coach Watkins could see clearly the thick light brown hair that was coating the belly increasingly as both the belly and hair thickened a bit.

Josh didn't say anything even though he knew he should. When had he gained that weight? A growing part of his mind told him to stop worrying and relax, though. He would look better with a gut, sexy even. That's why he drank so much beer anyways, wasn't that what he wanted? Why did it worry him that these thoughts felt so alien and unknown?

As he changed, the hair grew thicker over his body, more of him being covered by it as he felt it warming him, itching him, becoming part of him. Fur; that was the word for it. He knew he had fur, but a human didn't have fur did he? That part of his mind pulsated suddenly: When have you ever been a human?

He didn't want to think anymore, he wanted to relax, drink more of that beer that the coach had given him, but Josh couldn't think straight at all. He was thinking more of bouncing around the Outback than sitting in a college campus gym wrestling somebody else. Why did he want to hang out at the Outback? Why did it matter, he was a roo. Wait, no he wasn't-

"Nice ears." Coach Watkins said as he looked up at the wrestler's ears and chuckled a bit. When Josh reached up to feel them, Watkins could easily see the long black claws that had grown on each of Josh's fingers, which were a bit thicker and rounder as well, but somewhat shorter. The fur was almost completely covering him now, and Coach thought that was just fine. It was better than the smooth pale skin of the old Josh. The new one was a kangaroo in the making. It was an interesting choice for the beer, fitting for what was Australian import. He had only seen it once before, and that guy had been turned into a koala bear with a massive gut. Kind of like the gut Josh was slowly developing.

Josh rested his paw-like hands on his ears, but he didn't care that they were longer or pointed. That was natural. What wasn't was this growing gut, which was starting to make his pants strain, the button getting too tight to even consider holding on much longer. Luckily for his pants, that wasn't going to be the case much longer. With a loud rip, a thick long extension of his spine began to protrude from his back, growing slowly towards the floor, thick and pointed but it was a subtle taper, the fur becoming gently thicker over the whole length. As it touched the floor, he groaned and took it in his paws, examining it even though the world was blurry and spinning all in one go.

He looked around but there was a blotch growing in front of his vision. He didn't realize it was his muzzle, a boxy addition to his face, slowly pressing out, the nose squared at the tip and blackened, and he could only guess that things were advancing. He knew he was changing at this point, but Josh no longer cared. He was beginning to embrace it, faster than the koala bear had done at embracing it Coach reckoned. Josh didn't think much about the cause of the changes, gripping the beer in his paw and guzzling the rest of it down thirstily.

This only accelerated his already quickening changes, his gut growing stronger but also swelling out even farther, pushing the button on his pants off and undoing the stitching on his shirt, pulling the front and back pieces of the clothing apart at the seams. His feet began to grow almost exponentially as they filled out his shoes, then burst through them and picked up speed. Josh smiled dumbly at this; the shredding clothing was a sign of his power, including his feet. He liked having that power.

He looked down at the feet that couldn't have been his but deep down his instincts said it was. He was a big-footed kangaroo now, after all. He wiggled the thick toes that were at the end of the strengthening feet, which he instinctively knew was good for bouncing around with (and part of his mind started to think he'd be good at boxing, a thought that began to stick heavily in the front of his mind). The feet themselves were over a foot and a half long now, the main area between his toes and his heel long and flat, but he knew there was powerful muscle in it. It was more prominent than his gut, which hid all its power behind thickening layers of fat.

His legs themselves rearranged and Josh groaned a bit as the thighs shortened considerably, his calves and lower leg bones strengthening and lengthening more to fill the gap, leaving his legs roughly the same length all total. As they changed, his arms seemed to shrink as well, proportionately compared to his legs which were swapping lengths, but no less gaining power. That was something Josh felt all over now, raw power. He liked that feeling; loved it in fact. He needed more of it and he flexed a bit tearing the sleeves off his destroyed shirt as he did. Josh didn't want the good feelings to stop, even though he shortly wished he hadn't thought this as his hips widened and reshaped to allow him to pivot his upper half to a large degree, from all fours to upright, without causing any problems.

For all intensive purposes, Josh Prior was now a kangaroo, even though his eyes had not changed, remaining the pale blue they had always been. He tore the clothing off that clung to him with the last of its strength, the jeans proving fickle due to the material. He pawed the shredded shirt off his fat chest, the meaty pecs sagging a bit with soft fat that could only make him be described as a fatass even more. The belly he'd been growing this whole time was now a solid ball, barely any jiggle if he hefted it up and down (and upon thinking about doing so, Josh did indeed do this to test the idea). It was at least twenty inches wider, probably closer to thirty if Josh had to guess. And the rest of his body was evenly coated in both heavy muscle and thick layers of fat over that muscle, giving him a rather intimidating size, despite not having also grown in height during his transformation.

"Fuck... that was a rush." Josh Prior said, not realizing he'd had an accent developing this whole time, and in fact, as he spoke this he understood instantly that it was still his voice. A deep, rough Australian accented voice, but it was his voice. He'd always had this voice, he thought, and he'd always loved drinking Boomer Brew beer since before he'd even immigrated to America when he was 16. He wasn't a wrestler, either; he'd been a boxer as his father had been. Kangaroos were perfect for kickboxing, at least in Josh's family. He looked over at Coach Watkins, smiling and revealing sharper canines inside of his maw, "You got any more of this stuff, Coach? I think I know a few guys who might want some too."

Coach Watkins nodded a bit and smiled softly to this, producing the case of beer from the mini-fridge almost magically and setting it on the desk in front of Josh. Josh grabbed it in his paw and smiled big, "Thanks mate. I will see you at boxing practice later." Josh said without even realizing he'd once been a lightweight wrestler. He loved being a heavyweight boxer, though. He loved his body, loved how he could use the thick belly as bait to trick others into thinking he was weak, and then kick them hard in the chest with his powerful legs.

As he turned to go, Coach Watkins cleared his throat, and Josh turned to face him, holding the case of beer in one paw. "Prior, it's freezing out there; don't you want to put on some clothes?"

Josh looked down, seeing that at some point he had changed into just his boxing shorts. Josh nodded a bit and smiled, "Sure thing, Coach. Got some gear in my locker. Was gonna hit it first before I left. Thanks again for the beer, Coach. Really helps get rid of the boredom!" And the kangaroo left Coach Watkins' office with a bit of a bound in his step.

Under his breath, Coach Watkins chuckled, patting his thick gut and then resumed his work on the schedule, muttering to himself, "Of course. Any time."

***

Josh shook his belly at the others in the room, a big dumb grin on his face as he did. He was showing off how big he was for his friends Paul and Greg, and there was nothing either man could say as he did. To them, they were flabbergasted as to how Josh could not only get so big, but also change species. Each man looked to the other and then back at Josh who was kissing one of his big biceps almost proudly.

"How is that even possible?"

"What did you do to yourself?"

Josh would only smile at these comments and keep showing off his huge, furry body. Greg smirked a bit, unimpressed as he drank some of the beer that Josh had brought with him. It had a weird taste to it, but it was nonetheless addicting. He had almost finished a sip and set the can back down but he had to have another sip. Greg was still a bit surprised at how fast he finished the can because of how much he was watching Josh mess around.

Josh hadn't even come into the room with a hello or a single gesture to acknowledge his presence in the room. He had simply walked in, unannounced Greg would say, and tossed them the huge case of beer, then started to show off a bit. Neither he nor Paul had even looked at the beer they were drinking, they had just thought it was regular beer.

Paul shrugged a bit, not having opened the one he'd gotten for himself yet. He was dumbfounded by the changes in his friend. They'd known each other for years, since kindergarten in fact, and had done everything together. They swam together in high school, they wrestled in college, and they took almost all of the same classes. To see Josh this way now was almost incomprehensible. There was no mistaking it was Josh; those eyes and that smile were all him, even if everything else was not.

"Come on, Josh. At least tell us what's going on." Greg chimed in after another sip on that beer in his hand.

"Just drink the beer, mates. You'll see what I'm talking about." Both men looked at each other again. When had Josh developed an Australian accent? Not just any accent, but a perfect one at that. And having an uncle in Melbourne, Paul knew about what a perfect accent sounded like.

"Dude, your voice is weird." Paul frowned, his brow furrowed a bit, "How the hell did this happen to you?" he asked again. Josh only smiled and flexed his other bicep, then hopped about the room, heavy thuds resounding in the small dorm from each thump of the feet on the floor due to Josh's huge weight.

"Mate, I'm gonna say it one more time. Drink." Josh said with a hearty slap to his gut, the fat jiggling a bit where it was sitting in place. Paul refused to touch his beer until Josh explained what was going on, and he let his friend know that. Every time Josh mentioned drinking, though, Greg found himself eagerly gulping more of the beer.

Greg didn't take very long to start feeling weird after that. His hairless chin started gaining stubble a bit around the chin, the fuzz moving up in all directions and soon forming a thickening beard. Paul didn't notice this; he kept staring at Josh, but Josh was staring back with a weird expression in his face (was it lust? He had an ex-girlfriend that frequently gave that smile when she was wet and willing). Greg rubbed his stubbly beard without much thought to it, the hair there a bit greyish, and not just spotty grey, it was full on grey which was slowly spreading up into his hair atop his head too, and the grey became a solid color that seemed to make him look older than he actually was. Greg finished his beer and was a bit disheartened to having it disappear, but he let out a belch with such sudden force he thought he was going to throw up his stomach too.

Josh smiled bigger at this and chuckled rubbing at his gut and pressing the fat there, making it mold around his fingers and palm as he pressed there. Paul had to admit that he did have an affinity for guts, but he didn't ever admit it. Not even to his friend, Josh. Paul had never previously thought he had such a turn-on as seeing someone press a hand into their belly and sink it in a bit. It was something cuddly, for sure, and after his last break-up with that slut he knew he could use a little comfort. Paul didn't say a word but somehow he thought Josh Prior knew it. They were like brothers, they shared almost everything except bodies to be honest.

Paul shrugged a little more and then sighed as he scratched his head a bit. "Come on, Josh. At least tell me what happened. You know I care about you-" He stopped. That sounded a bit gay, didn't it? A pause. Nobody said anything against him for it, so Paul continued, "At least as much as I always have. We're bros right?" He said trying to sound tougher with that last sentence.

"Mate, I don't have a clue what happened." Josh said in all honesty, "I just drank some of that beer and then-"

"Wait. This beer?" Greg asked holding up the empty beer can before chucking it into the trash can. It made a hollow clang as the empty can slapped against the plastic and landed perfectly in the can.

Josh nodded, "Yeah. I drank one of those beers and then the next thing I remember is being this." He didn't seem unhappy with that, he actually seemed like he liked it. Especially the way he kept flexing and bouncing his gut for his friends to see.

Greg shook his head a bit, unable to notice his changes as his smooth body began to grow hair as well, all of it grey in color. If anyone were to say that Greg looked 50, they wouldn't be far off with the way his hair was colored now. Paul still hadn't noticed it, nor had he opened his beer. He wasn't going to just drink this beer without knowing what happened to Josh, but as he found out that the beer had probably caused the changes, he took his hand off the can he'd been holding and left it on the desk. He didn't want to be a kangaroo or fat. Greg smirked a bit as he stroked his beard, which was actually starting to spread upwards on his cheeks, the beard starting to cover his face, "Well that can't be right. Beer doesn't do anything except get you drunk."

Josh was saying something, but Paul had spaced out. He didn't think about the fact he had spaced out, thinking of his ex-girlfriend and what she had said as she'd walked out. She'd called him a puppet, always maneuvered by Josh or Greg, and always doing what they did. Well, not drinking this beer would be one thing he wouldn't do like they do. He promised himself that now.

"Yeah, but if that's true, why don't I look like a big kangaroo yet?" Greg crossed his slightly beefier arms over his thicker chest. All over, Greg's clothes were tightening a little at a time, his body starting to swell with some extra muscle, or was it fat? It sure looked soft under the layers of clothing. Greg didn't care; hell, he wasn't even aware of the changes.

Josh didn't seem to be aware either, or if he was, he was hiding it behind that grin of his. "I don't know, maybe it just hasn't taken full effect yet."

"Maybe it wasn't the beer, after all." Greg said with a shrug. He turned to see what Paul was thinking, but Paul had spaced out. In his own little world again, Greg chuckled thinking to himself. He snapped his fingers a bit at Paul, not seeing the thick black claws on his fingers as he did. Paul didn't immediately come back, but when he did he turned his face to Greg's hand slowly, and when Paul saw what had started happening to Greg, he jumped out of his seat. "Holy shit, Greg, your hair!"

Greg frowned a bit at this and stood from his own chair as he and Josh looked at Paul with odd curiosity. "What? What is it?" Greg said going to the mirror that was hanging on the door and looking in it. Yup, same grey hair as always, he thought to himself. What the hell was Paul's issue?

"You're changing, man! That beer you drank!" Paul exclaimed and tried to find a way out of the room. He felt like a trapped animal, but there was no way out unless he dove out of the four story window in the room. Greg was blocking the door with an increasing mass, his shoulders now just slightly too wide for the door, his chin and neck losing the gray and going full-white, which Paul could not see went down Greg's chest and stomach to the groin and even into Greg's inner ear. Greg's ears actually were rapidly changing, becoming much larger and rounder, moving to the top of his head and swiveling forward.

"No way. I'm the same as always." Greg said with a bit of confusion in his face. He started to approach Paul, but Paul wasn't going to let Greg anywhere near him. "Dude, calm down, you're going crazy."

Paul couldn't think straight. A kangaroo that was once his friend and now his other friend was changing right before his eyes? This was too much. It had to be a nightmare or something. He shut his eyes tightly and when he reopened them, he was startled by the fact that Greg was standing just inches from his face. Greg had changed even more, his bare feet missing a toe, and his bulky body having started to grow a bit thicker with fat, the hair covering almost all of his body now.

Joshua laughed at this reaction from Paul, rubbing his gut proudly as he did. "I think that Paul is a bit intimidated by us, Greg." He said looking at Greg and going over to his friends, picking up the beer that Paul had set on the desk earlier. "Maybe we should put him on equal ground with us."

"No, don't touch me!" Paul yelled out for help futilely, and Greg's clawed hand covered Paul's mouth harshly and he was thrown onto Greg's bed with a heavy thud. Greg got on top of Paul, holding his limbs down, but that didn't seem to last very long as Greg's body shifted a bit, the four limbs he had becoming the same size, his body shrinking in height a bit to just over five feet; he had been over six feet. Paul was momentarily relieved of the koala-to-be (for that's what he looked like now; Paul had seen a few visiting his uncle in Melbourne once and remembered it for the rest of his life) as he got off of him. However, when Josh got on top of him instead, Paul shut his eyes tightly chanting, "This is a dream! This is a dream! It's all a dream!"

Greg caught sight of his changing self in the mirror, just in time to see the abs he loved so much slowly disappearing with a growing layer of fat. The layer of fat became thicker, pushing outwards, expanding his waist size and making him look less and less fit, his body hiding under the layers of fat that were covering him. A double chin hung heavily under his jaw, his arms and legs looking softer, his pecs sagging down and becoming moobs. Truly, he was fat now, almost three times the weight he had been. As his changes began to complete, the short muzzle of a koala jutting from his nose and mouth, the nose becoming black and textured, he smiled big at the realization of his new species.

"Hey, mate. Look at me." Greg said with a suddenly thick Australian accent. He turned back to Josh, who was nodding in approval at the new koala 'bear' in the room. Greg walked back over to the two on the bed and leaned in, without thinking, and kissed Josh deeply on the lips. His mind was reworking itself, fitting the fact he was Josh's mate into his brain.

Paul kept struggling underneath Josh, but it was for nothing. Josh was just too heavy. He opened up the beer Paul had not drank earlier and with the help of Greg to hold Paul's mouth open, Josh rammed the top of the can into Paul's mouth, the yellowed liquid flowing quickly in and then down Paul's throat before he even had time to react. He gagged at first, but the liquid flowed freely in, and Paul couldn't stop it. The gagging had to stop or he was afraid he'd choke to death on beer. Surely, being a fat kangaroo wouldn't be worse than death-

Wait, why did he care about dying? He was a fat kangaroo after all. No, not yet he wasn't. His mind struggled with itself, trying hard to figure itself out, even as Paul's mouth and nose stretched out into a long muzzle, the nose black, his canines longer. His ears grew longer and pointed as well, moving to the top of his head as he kept guzzling it in. When it was all in, the can was empty, and the changes had started, Josh got off his friend and smiled. Paul felt woozy, the world spinning around him. His brain was going on high speed and attacking itself, a new life trying to outdo the old one, and he held his head in sheer mental agony as he lay on the bed, writhing a bit.

Greg smiled at Josh and chuckled, his clothes barely containing his bigger body, even though he was much shorter than before. They stayed on him, but they did nothing for the imagination; Greg was certainly a fat boy now, and any sign of muscle was probably well-hidden. Josh embraced his mate and the two kissed passionately, apparently rejoicing at having turned their friend Paul. Or at least, that's what one would hope. Greg and Josh both knew how passionate their love was, and they didn't care if anyone thought they were gay. Hell, everyone knew they were.

Paul was still changing on the bed throughout their kiss. His black claws had grown from the nails on his fingers and toes, and Paul tore at his hair a bit as the mental anguish continued. His feet exploded in length, tripling in size and ripping through his shoes quickly, the feet meant for bouncing around, his mind said. His mind was saying a lot of things, and increasingly Paul was becoming okay with those things, despite the fact he was still in such mental agony. His feet were the first of his legs to change; his arms and legs changed simultaneously, the arm bones getting a bit shorter like the thigh bones, but the lower leg bones shifted and compensated for the thigh bones. He moaned out as his body shifted, locking him in a kangaroo's body, although it was furless and still skinny for the most part.

That was quick to change though. Paul's body began to explode outwards in all directions, becoming muscled and fat all in one go, his body similar to Josh's in that his muscles seemed softly defined all over except in his belly, which slowly grew out to tremendous proportions. Part of Paul's mind changed, and he realized that the affinity for guts he'd had for most of his life was starting to apply to him as well. He could make that hand of his sink into his gut and let the fat mold around the hand if he wanted. And he tested it out instinctively, letting out a soft inhuman growl as he liked what he felt down there.

The growl caught the others' attentions and they both turned to face him as his changes rapidly sped up. Josh smiled and said something to Greg, but Paul was in pleasure at pressing on his fattening gut and so he didn't listen to what Josh was saying. Paul tried his hardest to get the thoughts of his old life to stay in his head, but he was increasingly remembering new bits about his life. His growing up in Melbourne, his big body, his brother Josh being his fraternal twin.

Josh smiled at his own brother as Paul's long tail pushed out from behind him and grew out between his legs, stretching almost to the toes in length before stopping. Josh smiled a bit and watched as Paul's changes slowly ground to a close. He held Greg close to him and smiled at his mate as Paul got up from the bed, his clothes no longer fitting and Paul stripped himself of the ill-fitting clothes by tearing them off, letting the shredded clothes just drift to the floor.

Paul didn't even realize his accent was new as he smiled, "Hehe... bro I feel like hopping around in the gym. You want to go kick-boxing for a while?" Josh Prior nodded at his brother and then kissed Greg goodbye and the two roos left for the gym.

Coach Watkins waved at the two roos as they headed to the ring in the gym to work out or practice or whatever they wanted. He smiled a bit at them and they smiled dumbly back. Coach Watkins chuckled a bit and then went back to stocking his mini-fridge with some more drinks he'd just brought from home. Dingo Daiquiri mix, Wolf's Whiskey, Tiger Tequila, and others were neatly stacked into the mini-fridge. He smiled a bit and looked back at the calendar he'd been working on when Josh had entered his office just yesterday as a human and left as a kangaroo. The same kangaroo that had been bouncing his fat belly around with his similar-sized kangaroo friend. One date on the calendar struck him in particular. It was next Monday's date, and circled and highlighted in red marker it read:

"Get the team together for practice."

Coach Watkins was sure he'd have a team ready by Monday. He looked forward to that date.