Chapter 2 - Chapter Two


The rest of Summer’s week was surprisingly routine. She still had classes to attend, friends to hang out with, and midterms to study for. She might have even forgotten about having grown a dick if it weren’t for the random, disruptive erections. All it took was one hot student walking by or an off-color thought, and her dick would start swelling uncomfortably in her underwear. She had been wearing skirts and dresses for about a week and tights were going out of style as a result. It wasn’t a fashion statement she wanted to make. It was a necessity. 


Her promise to remain chaste did not survive her first encounter with morning wood. Broken in less than a day, she re-made the oath, but broke it again that evening after reading a particularly erotic scene in a novel. Each time she got horny, excuses and reasons to jack off came easily, and each climax was followed by regret and disappointment. 


There was not a pair of tights to be seen on her walk to the library that evening. This was good news for Summer because her condition did not seem to be improving on its own. In fact, it was worsening. That morning she had sat down to pee and was surprised to feel her balls touch the cold water in the toilet bowl. It was undeniable. Her balls had been growing. And not only that, they seemed to be changing shape as well. Her testicles were swelling into a more oval shape, and the loose skin of her scrotum was not keeping up with the growth. To make matters worse, her penis had also gotten longer. Thankfully, the new length only revealed itself during her erections. The rest of the time, the only indication was a bunched up excess of skin near the base of her dick.


Summer passed through the library’s double doors and down the stairs into the lower levels. This was her third late-night visit to the library searching for information about her condition. Alchemy was forbidden at the Academy, so there weren't any scientific books on transformations. She had to settle for sociological texts, opinion pieces, and a few key news archives. Not terribly useful, and just about the last thing you wanted to be found reading without a good excuse.  

She found a lounge chair tucked deep into the back corner of a forgotten room and sat down with her legs spread out in a rather un-ladylike fashion. Tonight’s book was “The Transformed Mind,” a selection of psychological studies done on various individuals before and after their transformations.

She suspected that the only people in town that really knew anything about her condition worked at the hospital, and that was really where she ought to be. Unfortunately, tons of students volunteered and worked there part-time, including Becky. She shuddered to think about just how fast she’d destroy Summer if she caught her in a compromising position.  


“There you are! ” Becky said, as if summoned by the very thought of her, “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”


Summer quickly slammed her book and closed her legs. “Becky! Am I glad to see you,” She lied, giving the warmest smile she could muster through the ache of her now cramped balls.


“Is that so?” Becky asked, suspiciously “What are you doing in here?”


“Ugh, I’ve been here for hours, cramming for another midterm.” She groaned and threw her head back dramatically. “Save me.” 


“Really?” Becky reached down and snatched the book from Summer’s lap before she could stop her. “‘Esoteric Societies of Yesod: A Comparison of Metaphysical Symbology.’” Her eyes narrowed. “What class is this for?”


“Um, Philosophy. Supplemental reading,” she explained. Thank the gods she had the foresight to swap out the dust cover with another book’s. She took it and shoved it into her bag. “Let’s get out of here.”


“Yes please.”


“So have you given it any more thought?” Becky asked, as they walked toward the front doors.


“About what?” Summer said, hoping the library alarm didn’t sound as she smuggled a book out.


“About your date for the ball!”


“Oh. No. I guess I’ve been distracted.”


They walked outside. No alarm. Whew.


“Well you should know as student body vice president, one of my primary duties is ensuring that the president is standing next to an absolute hunk when she accepts her honors at the ball.”


“That and picking up the trash after each meeting,” Summer giggled. 


Becky was not amused. “Right. Well I thought you might like to know i found a prime date candidate. I would have gone after him myself if I didn’t already have Josh.” 


“Alright, who?”


“Green tank top, two o’clock.” She nodded her head toward a nearby group of guys.


“Alex? Just because we talked at one party?”


“Talked? You two might as well have been on Yesod together for how easy it was to break into that conversation.” Well, maybe they had hit if off pretty hard at the party. “He’s got a great body from all that sprinting, a good amount of friends, and no one in our core group is particularly close to anyone in his group. He is risk free and ripe for the taking.”


Summer caught him glancing their way a few times. He was trying to be subtle, but he wasn’t. Not like Summer. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him since Becky pointed him out, and he probably hadn’t even noticed. It was endearing how amateur he was. The more she thought about it, the more she could picture herself with him. He’d be all dressed up for the ball. They’d dance, his strong arms wrapped around her. . .


A stirring in her skirt snapped her out of her fantasy. She felt the familiar straining of her undies as her cock expanded as if to say, “dont forget about how I would factor into this fantasy!” She casually held her bag in front of her crotch. 


“I don’t know. I kind of have a lot going on right now,” she groaned as her penis extended up past her waistband and into her blouse. 


“Like what?” Becky asked, folding her arms. “If you don't figure something out soon, people are going to start to talk…”


It almost sounded like a threat, but she knew Becky was right either way. Rumors were the last thing she needed.


“Yeah. Alright.” 


“Great. I knew you’d listen to reason. Let’s go.”


The pair plotted a course that passed nearby to Alex’s group. Summer was fully aware of how odd it looked to hold her bag in front of her as she walked over, but the alternative was not appealing. Her dick was rampant, and she wasn’t even horny. Something about the anxiety of the situation was making her rock hard. Her waistband was tight against her shaft, and each step rubbed her length against her stomach. The tip reached up past her belly button now. 


As they passed by, Alex split off from the group. “Oh, hey. Summer, Becky wait up.” 


“Alex. How’s it been?” Summer smiled.


“Great! Actually,” he paused and looked down toward the bag she was hugging to her midsection. “Summer, I was wondering if you’d want to hang out this weekend. Maybe we could go to the river?” 


“Yeah! Hanging out sounds fun. I love the river, but didn’t they just issue a warning about carnivorous algae? How about we go for a walk up in the hills?” 

“I could do that.” He was obviously excited, but he tried to play it cool as they arranged a time and place. They talked for long enough to be polite but not intrude on each other’s days and then parted ways. 


The first thing Summer did when she got back into her room was free her poor testicles from their underwear prison. They hung pendulously between her legs, now far larger than any she’d ever seen on a non-mutant. Their shape was definitely off too, pointed down like they were reaching for the floor. She was already erect at that point. Her cock bobbed out longer and rounder than it had been that morning. Her foreskin was barely visible anymore when she was hard, and her glans was less pronounced, giving her dick a sleek look. 


After stripping nude, she retrieved “The Transformed Mind” from her bag, sat on her bed, and continued reading. She had never seeked out information about transformation before, so all of the case studies were new to her. None of the symptoms of any of the subjects in the book seemed to match hers, but she read every word anyway, picturing herself in each situation. 

One woman, Erika,  had been a successful lawyer before a disgruntled client slipped a Dakini worm into her window while she was asleep. The worm crawled over to her bed, paralyzed her with a special slime that covered its body, and crawled into her asshole. It fused with her and initiated a brutal and bizarre transformation of their combined body. Her legs were turned into a second pair of arms, and her torso was shortened. Her head shifted into a phallic shape, with the worm’s singular eye in the place of a urethra. Erika’s eyes slid down her body and took their new position just above her pussy, which turned horizontal and became a duplicate of her luscious lips. These lips acted as a kind of sheath for a large penis that slid out whenever the creature was aroused (which was most of the time). 


When she didn’t show up for work the next morning, or the day after, the police were called. They found the worm-creature sitting on her bed masturbating. Its foot-hands were both wrapped around its sizable shaft. Erika’s lips were twitching and pulsing in pleasure around the base, eyes rolled back. The worm controlled almost the entire body. Erika could only blink her eyes, move her lips, and clench the creature’s anus. Doctors investigated the creature and found that her mind was completely in tact. However, her inability to speak and the worm’s control over the rest of her body meant that she could not continue her previous life. Her then-boyfriend adopted the docile and harmless creature as a pet. Doctors suspect that she would live another hundred years or so, and are regularly checking in on Erika’s mental state. After a decade of her new life, she seems to finally be accepting her situation. 


Summer absently stroked her dick as she read. It really was a tragic story, but she wondered what it would be like to have a sentient body part. Sometimes it felt like her own dick had a mind of its own, but she was pretty sure that wasn’t actually the case. Still, it was strangely compelling. 


The next chapter was about a brother and sister that had worked as high-end dog breeders before a demon’s avatar found them and decided to have a little fun. He turned them both into identical humanoid dogs. As was often the case, the transformation was highly sexual. They both sported four rows of teat-like breasts with big black nipples as well as both male and female genitals. When they were found, they were standing back to back, with both of their penises knotted in the other’s pussy.


The doctors that examined them had a hard time communicating, but determined that they had suffered massive amnesia and a personality rewrite. They could only tell which creature was which because the sister’s hoop earrings were still in her ears. The personality changes were so complete that the county allowed them to get married as they were now essentially completely different beings. The pair still produced high-quality purebred dogs, albeit in a slightly different way. 


As terrifying as these accounts were, Summer couldn’t help but be excited by the sexual nature of them. Her hand was starting to chafe against her shaft. Her foreskin had disappeared to the point where rubbing it without lube was uncomfortable. She pumped a few dollops of lotion onto her hand and started stroking in earnest. She pictured herself fucking the people she read about. Plunging her shaft into one of the dog people, sucking on Erika’s penis and stealing a kiss with the lips at the base. The one thing all the subjects of the book had in common was that each and every one of them would have gladly bent over and let her sink her shaft into them. 


She turned to a page that had a series of illustrations of one of the siblings. She stared at the picture of its behind, tail held out and to the side, asshole plainly visible, wet spade swollen with lust and a fuzzy sack just beyond it. Keeping the picture in her mind, she squirted more lube into her palm and gripped her long dick with both hands. She pictured her shaft sliding in and out of the eager snatch, its walls clenching and squeezing her. She imagined how the furry tail would feel up against her side, and how her balls would rock and slap into her mate’s. Before long, a  now-familiar sensation of climax built in her cock. She moaned loudly as she came. Large globs of cum spurted onto her breasts, the bed, her hair. One glob landed straight in her mouth, which she promptly spat out. It tasted wrong. Too sweet. Not human at all. 


Summer sighed, basked in the afterglow for a moment, then reached over and grabbed a few tissues to clean up. She had moved the box over to her bed yesterday. The post-orgasm shame wasn’t quite as strong this time. The strange experience had become a small ritual. It had its pieces (tissues and lotion), a place, and a time that was becoming regular. It didn’t seem strange to jack off once or twice a day. Masturbation was normal and healthy. Everyone did it.


The fear that her transformation might rob her of her mind was what frightened Summer the most. If she went crazy there was no way she’d be able to hide her changes. In the few days before her date with Alex, Summer read every book in the library on transformation searching for a clue on how to stop her mutation. There was an incredible variety of mutants in the accounts, but they had one thing in common: no one was ever cured.


