Second Puberty
This is a transformation story for someone very special to me. The goal was to come up with a scenario which was fun to read where he would turn from being a fairly benign male kangaroo into being a far more beastly hermaphrodite marsupial. I hope that those who read will enjoy and do feel free to leave a comment below.
Narsassus belongs to Narsassus.
Second Puberty
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SECOND PUBERTY
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
Narsassus © Narsassus.
All rights reserved © 2015.
CHAPTER ONE
Outback
Narsassus looks up at the outback's sun, silently cursing the purely naturalistic torture of the outback. The dune fields and mesa stretch out into every possible direction. Here in the outback there are no signs of civilisation, whether artificial or otherwise. If not for the sun in the cloudless sky beating down on everything, and the not entirely welcoming fauna, this is a place that Narsassus could see himself enjoying on his own, time to think, time to explore. But the kangaroo is no native, having been raised in an environment much more amenable to indoor living and with a heck of a lot less sun. He adjusts the cap of his hat that is shielding his eyes from the glaring light and turns to see what his guide is up to; hopefully he has figured out where they are going.
'Any idea yet?' Narsassus asks.
'Naturally. It'd just be a better one if our GPS was still working.' He replies.
The dingo's name is Arjuna Mulleras, and he is the kind of outdoorsmen possessing the rugged good looking qualities people normally associate with supermodels in magazines. But more important than his looks is his alleged experience doing this kind of thing, namely having spent his whole life trekking this land and accruing plenty of survival skills before applying his charisma to turning a profit on those skills. Sometimes he takes groups of tourists to the outback, but apparently he enjoys lone adventurers such as Narsassus, provided they are well paying clients. Arjuna actually came recommended from a friend who came here last year and there is no greater recommendation than word of mouth, right?
'Look if you're lost you can just admit it and I won't judge you. We can still backtrack to the path, I think.' Narsassus says and begins walking over to where Arjuna is busy surveying the mesa using a pair of binoculars.
'Not lost, just getting my bearings.' Arjan replies tersely, his fingers gripping the binoculars tighter.
'You've been doing that for fifteen minutes now.' Narsassus says like an impatient child, all the while his eyes are slowly moving down to stare at where the dingo's shorts are clinging taut to his ass cheeks.
'So you've been counting?' Arjuna says, putting the binoculars down and turning to face the kangaroo. His fire coloured eyes framed by soft gold on white fur are full of that mischievous glimmer that his species are so well known for; if not for the heat they might even disarm the kangaroo's confrontational mood.
'Well there isn't anything else to do out here!' Narsassus exclaims, switching gears to be even more irritated, hoping that the dingo is not catching on to his wandering gaze.
'Hah. Well nothing and no one here but for the lizards and birds. I can think of a few things someone would want to do with this kind of private isolation.' Arjuna says and starts walking towards Narsassus.
'Yeah, well, I know some reptiles and avians who are not so passive.' The kangaroo grumbles and strokes his blond hair back after it has blown back over his shoulders.
'The day is starting to grow long in the tooth though. We should make a camp before it gets any later.' Arjuna says as he reaches the kangaroo and pats him on the shoulder before now walking past.
'Camping...' Narsassus says the word with a shiver running down his spine. 'I'm starting to have second thoughts about coming out here.'
CHAPTER TWO
Cultists
Is that chanting? This is the first semi-lucid thought that Narsassus has as he starts to wake from his slumber. Before opening his eyelids, his nostrils flare up as they detect the rich scent of what can only be described as a fusion of musky sweat and lustful excess. These two things alarm the kangaroo to the point where his eyelids snap open in a hurry and he beholds, albeit from a crooked angle, the gathering of strange apparitions around him. He squints as he begins to gradually make out that those gathered around him are gold furred anthropomorphic dingoes, not unlike the one he remembers coming out here with. However these ones are dressed very differently from Arjuna, that is not at all. Naked but for their own hair and wearing strange carved wooden masks, they are moving in a manner that belies rhythm and ritual as they vocalise the chanting that Narsassus first awoke to.
Putting aside the confusing sight, sound and smell all around him Narsassus considers his own condition. He still has his clothes on him, but has been dragged from out of his tent and seemingly dumped on the desert dirt at the epicentre of this tribalistic pack. Attempting to move the marsupial quickly learns that he has lost almost all motor function to his limbs. Using what little articulation he can manage with his neck he strains to see that his arms and legs have been pierced with what look to be acupuncture needles, although near the base they are fat enough to perhaps alternately be some sort of dart. Conventional logic would suggest that he has been purposefully paralysed, although allowed consciousness so that he is aware of what is happening.
For a moment he considers laying his head back down, shutting his eyes and pretending this is all a bad acid trip. Maybe this is just some sort of nightmare he is having at the mercy of the desert heat. At the very least calling out for attention seems like the last thing a person should do whilst surrounded by dingo cultists. However, some members of the pack have already noticed that their captive is awake and one by one the canines stop cease their chanting and stand in a circle, staring at the one who they have brought here. The kangaroo can feel his heart racing as he holds the gaze of one masked captor after the next, their expressionless faces only amplifying the terrifyingly surreal nature of this experience that refuses to end.
'The candidate awakens.' One of them says in a voice that suggests an older male. 'Brother Mulleras. Do you wish to complete his preparation.'
Before Narsassus can figure out which one of them is in charge, the duplicitous dingo who was his guide steps out from the crowd. Arjuna is wearing a mask and nothing more just like the others, but his stature, build and voice are all recognisable to the kangaroo as he accepts the elder's offer with pride. As the turncoat approaches Narsassus a new, more hot blooded form of panic tightens around the defenceless man's throat. This results in him generating an embarrassing squeaking noise as the dingo bends down before beginning to tear the marsupial's shirt clean off. The violation continues until Arjuna has stripped Narsassus to be rendered even more naked than the pack of canids gathered around, without even a mask to conceal his pained and tearfully betrayed expression. Most maddeningly of all, Narsassus has developed a semi-erection from the first few minutes of staring at the naked canids. Without the command of his legs he is unable to even make the smallest of attempts to conceal it now.
'He is ready, elder.' Arjuna states dispassionately as he returns to the pack.
'Then we begin.' The elder announces before now stretching forth both arms. In one hand he holds some stone figurine that would be hard to make out even without the tears making the kangaroo's vision murky at best. Though in the other he can quite clearly see a wooden staff of some sort, gnarly and worn looking.
The vocalisations of the pack returns with its own vengeance. Howling and wailing, yapping and barking. Somehow there is an almost chromatic pattern to the sounds, though with a great deal of discordance. Narsassus actually misses the chanting now as he can feel a headache starting. But a migraine will be the least of the marsupial's worries in a short time as something beyond what should be possible begins to take a hold of him. The first thing he notices as the ritual continues is a sensation like pins and needles in his extremities. For a moment he thinks he has just been sat laying on one arm and leg on the ground for too long, until he notices the tingling pricks and jabs are coming from every surface of his body. Narsassus tries to move again, testing the way that the skin underneath his fur responds as he shifts his body against the desert ground. Whatever is causing this odd feeling is only growing stronger and is affecting every inch of his body surface equally.
Hot on the tail of the prickling across his body the kangaroo begins to feel light headed. The headache that was starting is soon forgotten as a strange dizzying numbness fills his cranium. Now his vision is beginning to blur, the shapes, colours and motions of the crowd become difficult to make out, though his vision is not going dark on him just yet. With renewed panic Narsassus tries to call out for help, informing the ritualistic dingoes that he is not feeling at all well. But this only serves to assure them that the process is taking effect. The chanting continues and so do the symptoms. Now a hot flush precedes a stacked house of aches and pains reading every joint of his body; not unlike compressing the negative effects of a fever all into the space of but a few horrible seconds. Though he does not quite understand what is happening to him, the kangaroo's body is experiencing a kind of total reset; a process whereby key bodily functions are fluctuating and in the process causing a series of differing pains, aches and even comprising his very own perception of himself and his environment.
After the pain, light headedness, and blurring vision there is yet one final symptom comes suddenly: deafness. The world surrounding him grows silent. Alongside his failing vision, the effect of this is almost hallucinogenic in nature and a strange zen begins taking hold of Narsassus. Yet this calm during the storm is short lived when a gut wrenching pain spears both up and down along his spine. Sharp jabs of agony like fiery rods pierce his chest and stomach whilst his sense of sight and sound return to him with crystal sharp clarity. Narsassus screams like an animal. He is as if but a naked beast whilst his body begins to contort and convulse, the feeling and motor function of his arms and legs returning to him as something beyond nature snakes inside of his mortal coil and sets it all ablaze.
A figurative dam bursts. The potential that it was holding back now washes over every fibre of his being. Narsassus' voice rises up in a strange warbling scream. But this desperate cry is not born of torment. As his senses are overwhelmed and his body has its strength returning to it inside and out tenfold the marsupial is filled with the joy of rebirth. His body thrums with energetic life as it begins to change without and within. The most obvious of all of the transformative processes taking hold of him is the new growth of bone, tissue and organs. Jubilation among the cultists intensifies as they behold Narsassus' body grow ever larger, drawing upon biological matter as if from nothing but the air itself. They of course know that the source of this growth is one that is both arcane and primal, though not exactly supernatural, it might as well be magic for all that the kangaroo understands as he tries to sit up and gawks as his paws grow in distance from his waist.
'What is-' Narsassus tries to speak but is sent into another blissful and howling cry as the next flurry of changes take hold.
Organs shift, his skin and fur alight with a figurative metamorphic wildfire. His torso is changing its shape, developing curves along his waistline. This accompanies the oddest of sensations as he begins grasping at phantom sensations across his pectorals and nipples. Suddenly, and explosively, his bosom balloons out. Narsassus gasps as he looks down at two very female breasts. Their mammary mass having developed in just a scant five or ten seconds at best. With both of his hands he grips and verifies the existence of his new development. Sensitive to his own touch he hisses to himself as his thumbs brush over what are now far more pronounced teats capping of this rolling hillside on his chest. However the changes are far from over and what now happens next is about to shock the kangaroo even more.
'Do not be alarmed.' The elder of the group says, Narsassus' pointy ears picking up the words riding underneath the chanting.
A figurative lightning bolt lashes out at his very soul after those words and the marsupial's entire body is paralysed with gripping pain. Muscles contract and hold as his whole body turns rigid, rites written and rewritten upon every molecule of his being. It is but a moment of pure and brilliant effect. Like the strange force that had affected these changes is signing off on its work not unlike that of an artist leaving their signature on the canvas. The pain and the paralysis passes, leaving Narsassus' body to go limp, slumping back down into the dirt. The last few moments of conscious thought he has the kangaroo spends laid out on his back looking up into the clear night sky. His head feels light, his vision blurring as fuzzy shapes begin crowding in around and over him. He tries to speak but all he manages is to twitch his lips with a voiceless sigh as his eyelids begin to droop down until finally he accepts the embrace of sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Consummation
In contrast to the last him he awoke Narsassus is alone. He sits up with a start, eyes wide and ears perked up and alert. Memory of the masked canids chanting and performing some kind of genuine black magic on him is sending the marsupial's heart racing ahead of him. However the fear that is causing him to grip the mat underneath him is unnecessary as the kangaroo looks around and sees that he is once more inside of his tent. Looks smaller than I remember. With that thought however he remembers more of what happened and with what could almost be a telegraphed motion starts to incline his head down until two very obvious protrusions rise up over the end of his muzzle, both originating from his own chest. At first he is unable to process what he is seeing. Even with the memories of what he experienced the marsupial is confused and altogether stunned by what he is seeing.
With tentative hands he reaches up and secures a firm and very real hold of what seems to be genuine female breasts; covered in brown fur and capping off with nipples that are far larger than the ones he had before. As he continues to run his fingers over them the kangaroo can feel the presence of his own hands. These are not fake, but genuine flesh and blood, with sensitive and even erogenous nerve endings, especially around the fleshy teats. Self-exploration continues as he looks over the rest of himself. New curves, new booty, bigger dick and last but not least. No way! Even during the experience of his transformation Narsassus had somehow been oblivious to the emergence of a new orifice on his body, one that now lies between scrotum and taint. Probing fingers curl underneath his sagging sac as Narsassus touches the exterior folds of vertical lips of hir very own vulva.
'No way.' Narsassus says aloud to hirself. Yet hir disbelief will be the last obstacle to surviving this day with hir mental health.
Arjuna's head pokes in the tent, the dingo expecting to find a still sleeping hermaphrodite kangaroo. The elder had told him that the transformation would leave Narsassus drained to point of being as weak as a literal joey. As his vision falls upon the upright kangaroo he quickly realises that assessment was in error. Whole seconds pass as both of them stare each other down, Narsassus still sitting down on the mat, and Arjuna still with his back hunched over, his ass hanging outside of the tent. One of them has to say or do something as the tension shared between them is reaching a critical point. Even now Narsassus can feel hir chest inexorably tighten as though a boa constrictor is coiling itself around hir. The change in hir body chemistry is not helping hir to decide if shi more angry or confused, or just plain scared of what ha happened and what may come of hir.
'So you're up...' Arjuna finally says, motioning to set down the brushwood he has been gathering and straightening his back, the tent being more than big enough for that. 'I suppose I should explain what happened. Back there. You know. With th-'
'Cult!' Narsassus interrupts. 'You handed me over to a cult?!' Clearly anger is the emotion shi is feeling the most right now.
'We... they are not a cult! It's more like explorers, scientists even. Finding and preserving the knowledge and methods our ancestors used long before even our grandparents were born.' The dingo starts to explain. Shi is not sure if it is the tone of his voice or the fact that shi really has no other source for answers but the kangaroo controls reigns in hir anger and asks him to sit down and tell hir everything.
They began as nothing more than a couple of bookworms. But over the course of two decades they learned much about the reality of the ancient practices and tools of the civilisation that roamed this land before them. Membership grew, tests were performed, and they began to realise that there was something strange and wonderful waking up in the outback. A force capable of granting a great many things to those who knew how to ask things of it. Something that had remained idle and devoid of any true engagement for many generations. Some began to worship it, though most consider it nothing more than a bored kami, a supernatural force that doe snot require worship but only purpose. Both groups agreed that they needed to test the limits of what they could accomplish with this power.
Narsassus was not the first that had been brought all the way out here to their place of power. But the kangaroo has been one of the few who has undergone the most radical of changes. Most only underwent the smallest of attribute changes. A change of hair, a couple inches taken or given, perhaps something more relating to the psychological. Whatever factor decides how the magic changes a person it is not within the purview of even the oldest and wisest of their group. This makes Narsassus something of a special occasion, seeing how the marsupial's transformation has been so dynamic and imbued with energy. All this and more the dingo tells hir, presumably everything he knows. Of course none of it answers the most obvious of questions.
'Why me?' Narsassus asks pointedly, a finger jabbing against the canid.
'Well there was our mutual friend,' Arjuna starts to say. 'And, well, when I saw you...'
The dingo goes silent, his throat constricting around the very words he is trying to spit out. But there is nothing more needed to be said. It is all over his face even as he slinks back, hands wringing against one another. In spite of having been in hir birthday suit for the duration of this conversation, only now does Narsassus recognise all the signs of discomfort. From his ears to his tail the dingo is embarrassed, ashamed of a simple yet now obvious truth. He has some degree of affection for the kangaroo. It might be misguided to the say least considering the act of abduction and then being subject to a violating bodily change, however there is something that is understandably ego boosting about the manner in which the handsome man is trying to keep his eyes off of the hermaphrodite's ample bosom. In considering this very interest in hir the hermaphrodite also becomes aware of something heated inside of hir. Characterised by the desire to explore the new and yet unknown pleasures of hir new body the marsupial stands up, back hunched due to hir stature inside of the tent, and walks over to grab the dingo.
'You want this?' Shi asks the trembling man, hir hands grabbing his and bringing them against hir chest.
Ludicrous contrast in their size aside the dingo is most obviously interested as his fingers grip down against hir furry breasts. A nervous smile on his face, and a not so nervous wag in his tail. Narsassus none too subtly surprises hirself in how quickly shi gets the dingo down on the floor and his pants hanging between his ankles. Hir hands run down the young man's toned back, before they reach his ass and use the pivotal point to hold him against hir. Shi remains beneath as his pelvis grinds between hir thighs. There is no control left over hir actions, not that Narsassus would want to stop any of what is now happening. It is as though shi is in the thrall of the world's only genuine aphrodisiac. Nothing about this is right and proper, from hir almost grotesquely proportionally massive hermaphrodite body to the fact that shi is laying with hir own captor. However matters concerning what is right and proper are no longer any priority in either of these lustful creatures minds.
Arjuna is taken aback, though only for a moment, as he realises that the kangaroo's phallus has become turgid and hot to the touch. He leans back and takes a moment to lay his hands upon Narsassus' male genitalia. From shaft to balls, the thing has grown several times larger than what it was before, though only now when aroused can he truly appreciate by just how much. Narsassus shivers and makes sounds of approval as the dingo tightens his fingers and thumb around it. He keeps one hand upon the midsection of the serpent, whilst the other goes for the family jewels down below. Teasing hir only causes the erection to grow firmer and ascend vertically until it is laying against dingo's torso. This will make it difficult to do anything in a missionary style. However Arjuna has now become more interested in that which lies beyond the burdened testicles of the kangaroo as his hand finds the female part of hir sexual anatomy.
'Oh wow.' The dingo whispers to his partner as both hands fall away from the male aspect of Narsassus' being and he bends down to grow more familiar with the female.
Vulva lips quiver and shrivel slightly to the the canid's intrusion. This is accompanied by a none too quiet moan from the other end of the massive kangaroo. With both hands he delves inside the proportionally vast cunt, a smile on his lips as he realises how wet shi has become just inside. Narsassus squirms as shi brings both hands onto hir erection and forces it to come down and between hir breasts, using everything shi can to stimulate the drooling leviathan. However none of that can compare to the entirely novel and engaging sensation of the dingo's cold nose and hot mouth pressing into hir snatch. Hir legs curl in and around the virile man between hir legs, coaxing him to explore further, to go deeper than he already is. But after only a short minute or so of running his tongue along and between the folds of nectar-dripping flesh Arjuna pulls away.
'W-Why?' Narsassus asks in a whining tone.
'Gotta do this the right way.' Arjuna replies before repositioning to bring his crotch against hirs once more.
Instead of some frotting action like before, this time Arjuna finds his target, with the hermaphrodite on hir back and he in a kneeling position between hir thighs. As the tip pushes past the first inch of hir passageway Narsassus smiles. Now as it pushes past the first five inches hir expression turns to one of slack jawed abandon. Normally the taking of a female's virginity, which by all rights this is what Arjuna is presently doing, should be an initially painful coming of age experience. However due to hir bizarre physiology this is nothing but bliss. An experience that Narsassus could hardly even imagine let alone possess any kind of familiarity with before courses up from between hir legs and detonates inside of hir nervous system. From whiskers to balls, shi can feel the erogenous euphoria of feeling someone inside of hir, and there will never be enough of this.
With no warning shi grabs Arjuna with both hands, carelessly allowing hir dick to spring back up and smack him in his chest knocking the wind from out of him. Arms, legs, and tail around hir new favourite thing in the world the kangaroo forces the dingo to perform like he has never performed before. Up and down, forward and backward, in and out. The pleasure is almost one sided as he feels hir squeezing down upon him, far too tightly than any vagina ever should. Yet perhaps this is the way that karma has decided to achieve balance, for the dingo to serve the role of sexual thrall as the kangaroo explores all of these new feelings, this new state of being between male and female, but with the downsides of neither. He is unable to resist hir regardless and does the best he can as shi encourages him with all the strength of someone twice his size.
A point comes where Arjuna reaches his limits and his testicles rise up against his crotch, ready to explode. However at that moment hir pussy is so tight, so constrictive around his dick that it effectively serves as a cock ring. He whines, moans, howls and growls but there is no release for him. Instead shi tells him to go faster, to fuck hir harder, to be the man he could never truly be. Sadly there may never be a male that can satisfy this abomination of a kangaroo, but that will not stop hir from trying to squeeze every hip thrust and dick throb from out of Arjuna or anyone else in the future. To his credit the dingo does try to satisfy, but ultimately it is solely his cock in hir pussy, but his mouth to hir rod as he takes the time to try and stimulate hir further with his mouth and arms vying around hir engorged cock. Finally release comes and boy it is messy.
If a passerby were to watch the tent from outside they would see the splatter of semen hit the canvas, they would hear the howls of release and they would be torn between curiosity and an innate caution as to something that could make that kind of bellowing sound. Arjuna is not sure what exactly has just happened. His body is covered, painted white all over really. His dick aches, though his balls are finally contentedly devoid of their charge. And now as he rolls over onto his back he stares up at nothing but the lantern hanging from the canvas ceiling, wondering if he is dreaming. What the hell have we created? He wonders to himself. Thoughts of contacting the elder and pleading for them to unmake this beginning to form in his sex addled brain.
'That was nice.' He hears someone say, hir maybe, though his ears are still ringing. 'But I think I should be off now. I'll take the GPS I saw you hiding in your rucksack earlier.'
'Fuck.' Arjuna croaks more than speaks the word, every fibre in his body spent as the semen begins to dry.