Another easy class. Piper barely made any notes. She had expected university to be a lot of work but so far she really didn’t feel challenged. She was easily top of the class and her tutors praised her constantly. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for the less intelligent students, she was so proud of her intellect and did her best to keep her mind sharp even when the courses she was studying were vastly oversimplified to her.
As Piper walked back towards her dormitory she was distracted by her thoughts and didn’t notice her classmate Charlie approach her. She was only snapped out of it when Charlie grabbed her without warning and pushed her up against the nearest wall forcefully. Piper yelped but was quickly silenced as Charlie’s soft lips pressed against hers and her tongue slid into her throat invasively. Piper’s eyes widened as for the first time in her life she tasted another woman’s saliva as Charlie’s tongue continued its assault on her tonsils, exploring the inside of Piper’s mouth freely and wrapping around her own tongue like a snake coiling around its prey.
Charlie grabbed Piper’s wrists as she tried to struggle free. It was futile, Charlie was considerably stronger and Piper felt so confused and distracted and wasn’t used to fighting. As she stopped resisting their faces separated, mixed spit clinging to each woman’s lips and sloppily dripping down their chins and Piper’s chest heaved as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened. Charlie was still holding her up against the wall, but for the moment she could at least speak to her attacker.
“Ch-Charlie? What are you doing? I didn’t know you were…I mean I’m not homophobic but I really…this isn’t appropriate. You can’t just kiss me without my consent. I’m really not into women so…” Piper was interrupted as Charlie bit Piper’s lower lip seductively which distracted her for just a second.
That second of distraction was long enough for Charlie to move one hand down to Piper’s skirt, lifting it up suddenly and sliding her fingers underneath her panties giving her easy access to Piper’s vulnerable tight slit. As Charlie’s fingers slowly circled her pussy lips causing an unsettling rush of sensitivity and a flush of Piper’s cheeks, Piper gasped in shock (and definitely not pleasure she told herself).
“N-no please! Not there! Stop this Charlie I don’t want this. I’m not a lesbian. Please!” She begged and once again began struggling but Charlie responded by wrapping her free hand around Piper’s neck and she soon felt her face turning red and her breaths shortening and the will to fight drained away as dizziness washed over her head.
“Silly Piper. I’m not really a lesbian. I’m not trying to turn you into one either…although you will no doubt come back to me begging for another steamy session of sapphic pleasure. Still it’s not about that.” She said in a somewhat deep and sultry voice as her fingers rubbed along the entrance of Piper’s most intimate area and steadily increased their speed, drawing out her sticky juices and making Piper whimper uncontrollably.
“Wh-what? What is it about? I really don’t get it…” Piper gasped out as Charlie loosened her grip around the poor confused straight girl’s neck and she inhaled deeply.
Still Piper couldn’t seem to fight back properly. With every moment her strength was being sapped as her body began to writhe in unwanted delight and her virgin pussy opened up and leaked excessively for Charlie’s slender, skilled fingers which were invading her pink little hole more and more. Now she was inserting them deep into her pussy, coating them in gooey girl cum and pressing up to her g-spot frustratingly, just straying far enough that she couldn’t get that burst of sensation, keeping her wet and needy but unable to cum.
“You’re going to have to get used to saying that! ‘I really don’t get it’. You see, It’s about that great big brain of yours. You’re top of every class. A real life genius. Well I think it’s only fair you share some of that intellect. You know, I scratch your back you scratch mine kind of thing. Except I finger your slit and you lose a little brainpower.” Charlie explained as a dumbfounded Piper was wriggling and humping her hand, moaning softly as she failed completely to fight the waves of heat spreading through her entire body.
“Um I don’t…I don’t understand. Th-that’s impossible. You can’t steal someone’s br-ahhhhh…brains!” Piper stuttered out through rugged breaths and barely suppressed whines of lust.
“Oh I can Piper. Would you believe I used to be a bit of a dummy? A silly bimbo. Then I found out about this power. Now I’m the second most intelligent student in our course. Still you are one special case. I’m going to become incredibly intelligent once I drain your mind. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you some brains. Not enough to continue at university but you know, enough to get a job as a waitress at hooters or something. Won’t that be nice?” Charlie teased Piper who was shivering and quaking in time with the expert fingers sliding into her sopping pink pussy. Bending and moving precisely to Charlie’s will like a sweaty, moaning human puppet. “In fact I’ve already siphoned part of your mind away. I’m guessing you’re no longer top of the class. Can you feel it? Isn’t it a weight off your mind? Literally. You’re probably getting quite lightheaded by now.”
“I don’t believe you. You can’t do that. You’ll never take my brains. It’s stupid. Shut up!” Piper yelled out in anger, partly at the idea of losing the most precious part of herself and partly at the desperate need to cum that was saturating her mind and making it hard to think straight.
Actually it was getting really hard to think straight. Her head did feel strange…bubblier and lighter and kind of…emptier. She dismissed the terrifying thoughts that she was actually having her mind sucked out by this lunatic. In fact it was surprisingly easy to push that idea out of her mind. Somehow she felt like there was some kind of thought gradient where thoughts could flow out of her head with ease but trying to drag them back was almost impossible. It was kind of natural to let them just…slip out of her. Thoughts just dripping out like the constant flow of juices from her overstimulated, tender little pussy that was greedily sucking up Charlie’s sticky fingers and grinding against them eagerly.
If Piper could just cum. It would be so good. She felt kind of like she would willingly give away her brains for a chance to cum right now she was so horny and soaked and flushed and panting and sweaty and needy and soaking and….her mind was going crazy. Charlie once again locked lips with the dazed Piper and Piper could feel the heat of Charlie’s breath and the now familiar taste of her sweet saliva and her head became even more numb. She was starting to feel good to let her mind drain away. Every thought that slipped out of her head sent shivers down her spine and gave her a tiny mental orgasm that she couldn’t resist.
‘Don’t wanna think. Take my thoughts. Wanna cum. Take my thoughts. Don’t wanna be smart. Take my thoughts. Wanna get fucked. Take my thoughts.’ Ran through Pipers ever more feeble mind as she pushed out the last pieces of useful knowledge and Charlie’s kissing was interrupted by delighted laughing as she felt the rush of completely draining the once intelligent Piper of her mind.
“That’s a god girl Piper. You’re a dummy now. Barely intelligent enough to serve tables at Hooters I bet, maybe a strip club would be a better suggestion. Anyway I think it’s about time I let you cum.”
Piper, with her tongue sticking out, panting as she drooled mindlessly and whined in desperation at the thought of cumming, was now utterly dim and a shadow of her former intelligent, studious self. Charlie’s fingers bore down on her g-spot and Piper was thrown into mad spasms and delirious guttural moaning as the long awaited orgasm hit her. Unbeknownst to Piper her amazing orgasm was the part that cemented her change. Closed off her newly emptied mind and permanently transferred her lost brains to Charlie. She didn’t and couldn’t understand it. All she knew was the pleasure washing over her, jolting from her pussy all the way down to the tips of her toes which twitched erratically and all the way up to her dizzy, empty head and glassy, dull eyes which rolled back in ecstasy.
Withdrawing her filthy, soaking fingers and smiling down at the mess of a woman who writhed and moaned dumbly before her, still coming down from the high of orgasm, Charlie thanked her former classmate and walked away. Within days Piper was kicked out of the university after she was sent to the counselor for acting strange during her classes. Specifically masturbating and asking both male and female students sat near her to help her cum. She was deemed her to have some kind of brain damage and later found work at a local strip club where she could play with herself in front of men on stage and had so much fun.
Charlie would make better use of those brains than her anyway.
This was a story trade with a fella named Loldude94 over on Fur Affinity
Matt the wolf received a text message from Byron, just after 11 in the morning on a Saturday beckoning him to get over to his house right away. Just from reading the text, Matt could tell that his friends were excited just considering how many consecutive texts and exclamation marks he sent. Whatever it was, ‘it just arrived’ and Byron was beside himself.
Upon receiving the invite, The brown wolf rolled out of bed, threw on some baggy jeans, an old T-shirt, and headed out to ‘answer the call of adventure.’
A few minutes Matt pulled his car into Byron’s driveway. Matt could see his equine friend waiting for him at the front door, beckoning him to come inside. Bryon was a huge Dapple horse that towered over and cast a shadow over Matt as he approached. The horse had a grey and white speckled coat that was covered by sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a stylized icosahedron design in the center. To top it off Byron had a luscious and perfect mane that started on his crown and ran down his neck. Byron practically dragged Matt in towards the living room.
Sitting square on the coffee table was a brown cardboard box with the top mercilessly torn off. Placed next to the box was some unraveled bubble wrap from what Matt could see there was also a set of brown faux leather bracers still inside the box. Next to the box was a sturdy manila envelope with some of the contents spilled out on the table. From the envelope, there were a few sheets of identical printed paper with lines and boxes on them, a mini-book made of cardstock, and a pencil. Printed on the envelope, it stated, “RPG stat sheet and changer bracers! Discover your and your friend’s stats, modify them on a whim!” Byron dashed towards the bracers, picked them up, and pushed them into Matt’s hands. “Put these on, I just got them in today get here!”
“What even is this?” Matt asked as he fastened the bracers around his wrists They felt like cheap costume accessories that one would buy from a Halloween store. “It’s that product I found online” Byron quickly replied as he went to grab the pencil and pick out a sheet of paper from the pile. Now that it was in Byron’s hands, Matt saw that the paper was laid out in the same way as a character sheet from a tabletop role-playing game.
“I found out about this from a very reputable store, with glowing recommendations from friends of friends,” as Byron went off to fetch a clipboard in the next room. Matt rolled his eyes at that, Byron was a huge tabletop geek and if he wasn’t buying the latest editions of his rulebooks he was off wasting his money on ‘magic occult’ items that he swears works. He quickly returned with the clipboard and stood in front of matt as he juggled the clipboard with the paper, the pencil, and the mini rule book all within his arms.
“Ok,” Byron said as he was looking between the book and clipboards, “It says that for this to start we put the name and basic info of the person wearing the bracers…” he trailed off as he maneuvered his hands to now hold just the clipboard and pencil in each hand.
Byron then jolted down Matt’s basic information at the top of the page as he muttered it under his breath “wolf….male…. You’re still 23 right?… gotcha….twenty three and… done! It should be synced now” as he went back to consulting the rulebook. It might have been Matt’s imagination but he might have felt the bracers give off the smallest hypnic buzz as Benji was filling out the page.
“Oh COOL! It looks like the sheet fills out your base stats all by itself.” Byron exclaimed as scanned the page. From how Bryon was holding the clipboard and how tall he was, Matt couldn’t see anything, Byron could be pulling his leg for all he knew.
Bryon kept talking, too absorbed in his notes, “It looks like… from your age we got…. Five skill points to allocate and a bunch of other things we can do after that. So where should we put the first point?” Matt just rolled his eyes. “dude, wherever. Just get this over with.”
“You’re loss then… let’s go with … a point in strength,” Byron commented as he erased a segment of the sheet and then scribbled a number in its place.
As soon as the pencil lifted from the paper Matt felt a wave ripple from his core out through his arms and legs. “w-Whoa!” Matt said as he steadied himself looking at his body, it looked like nothing happened although his arms did look a little more defined, just slightly.
Byron looked up to examine Matt, “hmmm not really a change…” he said looking at the wolf. “I wonder what two more points would yield.” as he went back to the clipboard. An even stronger wave rippled out from Matt as he felt his everything expand and tightened up. Matt felt a small tug and pull as his biceps grew to meet the sleeves of his baggy t-shirt. Looking back at them, Matt saw that his arms were noticeably more mass to it as if they were the arms of a star athlete in college. While he could not only see them, Matt knew that his calves and leg muscles received the same treatment after giving each a small flex.
Matt could hardly believe it, he changed. His entire body took on the muscle mass of a dedicated gym rat in a matter of minutes. “This is amazing,” Matt said in astonishment as he looked down at himself and gave his arms a cautious flex against the shirt sleeves.
“Oh damn, that’s AWESOME” Byron shouted as his eyes scanned up and down Matt’s new muscular arms. “If that’s what strength does…. What would two points in Constitution do?” as he was already in the act of changing it on the paper.
Matt did not even have time to react before he felt his spine and every single bone in his body began to stretch out in unison. As that happened Matt saw his perspective change and shift as the wolf slowly ascended a few inches up in the air.
Matt quickly looked down in astonishment to see what happened. From where he saw nothing changed, the wolf was right where he was and he was still standing on the living room floor. It was just that he was taller. “What the….” Matt said as he stretched and bent each of his fingers and joints as he looked around with his new height.
His view was not the only thing that changed, Matt’s once baggy shirt was now doing its best from exposing his stomach from the gap between his shirt and pants. The wolf also noticed that his baggy jeans were now properly hanging from his waist, showing a bit of sock between his pant hem and sneakers. Matt also recognized that he filled out his clothes a lot more than before. His chest was rubbing up against the front of his shirt and his waist was almost uncomfortably snug against the waistbands of his pants. From a novice eye, it looked like Matt was wearing designer clothes, custom-made to show off his fit body.
Byron’s eyes bludged at the change “Oh, that’s certainly a leap up” the horse choked out as his eyes did another lap up and down the wolf’s new form. Matt gingerly moved from one foot to another to test his balance on each as Byron quickly went back to the mini rule book, “Alright next it says that a class can be selected next” said the horse as he was flipping through the pages. Matt was hardly paying attention to what Byron was saying, still blown away and enamored by his sudden transformation and the fact that the bracers still comfortably fit on his wrists.
“Let’s see…” Byron said hurriedly going down the page, “They have wizard, warlock, knight, monk…” Catching back up to the one-sided conversation, Matt’s mind wandered with the potential possibilities of being a kung fu master or a wielder of the arcane before Byron interrupted with a, “ Oh! Barbarian!” Before Matt could even contest the horse was already scribbling on the page.
Matt’s body conversed again as now the muscle rippling and bone stretching happened at the same time as the wolf’s body grew taller as Matt heard the distinctive sound of his once loose t-shirt and baggy pants now popping a few stitches against another layer of thick muscles. Matt also felt his feet become uncomfortably constrained as they started pressing against the interior. As his clothes started popping and tearing as his shirt finally retreated from his waist, revealing a set of perfect six-pack abs. “Hey Watch it!” Matt barked at Byron, this was my favorite shirt….” the wolf’s voice trailed off now that he was now looking at Byron straight on.
He was now as tall as his horse friend. Completely dumbfounded the only words that came out of his mouth was “wha-?…how?” as Byron returned Matt’s look with a beaming grin. “It’s the barbarian class, they get additional points and bonuses to both strength and constitution,” Byron said as if it was the simplest thing in the world but with excitement and arousal that the horse could no longer hide from Matt. “Just look at yourself” he followed up.
Byron kept his eyes on the wolf as Matt took a moment to stop and examine his changed body again. Matt’s arms were now huge. They were no longer a college athlete’s arms but now a cross between a star quarterback and an amateur weightlifter. Everything else was toned and sculpted, without an ounce of fat to be seen. It also started to look like that he would need a pair of scissors to peel himself out of his clothes. Even with that minor inconvenience, Matt was beyond impressed by the transformation and he was slowly warming up to how the new height and muscles looked on him now that he was on the other side of it.
“Ok… I might have been a bit quick to judge your choices, and I will need a new wardrobe, but I’m starting to really approve-” Matt said as he looked up as he saw Byron already eagerly flipping through the mini rule book’s pages. “It says that… we can modify the race on the sheets as well… let’s see” Byron finally said as he was already lost in the excitement and lust.
Byron started listing off the various animal species before getting to the fantasy creatures; Elves, dwarfs, changelings, and a fantasy creature called, ‘human’. Byron stopped at one, then shot a look towards matt with a mad glint in his eyes, “What about orc?”
That sent Matt off, “No Byron! This is more than enough.” as he brought up his hands to protest. Matt was a proud wolf and even if he was a muscled toned hunk, he liked to stay a wolf throughout all of this.
“Alright,” Byron said in slight dismay, before quickly following up with, “we can try half-orc, just to see how it looks. They still got some good bonuses” as he brought the pencil down on the paper.
Hearing that Matt reached out his arms and took a step towards Byron but it was too late the horse was already writing. There was a moment of stillness as the world froze, then Byron lifted the pencil from the page.
Matt felt the familiar sensation of both strength and constitution changes begin from inside of him but this time he got to see it all play out from the view of his outstretched hands. The ripple sent through him was much more powerful than the others, he felt the change within his very bones. The wolf saw for the first time, his arms shiver with another additional layer of muscle. As that change took place, Matt witnessed his skin and brown fur became tinted with a light forest green tone as the bones in his arms and hands began to expand and thicken as the under the mountain of muscle, skin, and fur. That body changed was heralded with another round of fabric stretching and popped seams against his broadened shoulders.
It felt an entirety until Matt was able to move again and when he did he had to take an awkward half step and wave his arms in the air to catch himself. It was not wise to walk or run while a body went through a growth spurt of that caliber. It took a moment for Matt to rebalance himself and almost bumping into the coffee table and after that, he got distracted by the rest of his body. “what the…” Matt said in a deeper and graveled voice as he poked and prodded his green-tinted muscle and body.
Selecting a race added some additional modifiers to his strength and constitution. Matt’s body did not just grow up, his entire body structure morphed into a bulkier frame. From just those two words he already knew his jawline was now jutting outwards, Matt took a moment to run his tongue over the set of modest tusks jutting from his lower jaw.
From across the room Byron stood stock still looking up at Matt, his tongue flopped outside of his mouth, eyes crawling over every crevice of Matt’s impossibly toned body. He only pulled his eyes away when something caught his attention on the clipboard. A mischievous smile grew across his face as he laughed out, “Hey Matt… I-it says,” as Byron chokes out the words with stifled giggles. “It says we can choose which half your new orc traits come from…your mom or your dad, and …. And the book says there special bonuses for whatever you chose.” As he jolted a syllable word on the clipboard.
There was a moment where Matt felt a tingle in his groin, followed by a now-familiar growing sensation, which then crescendo’d into a blunt pain. Instinctively Matt brought both of these new hands down to the remains of his blue jeans as his groin started to press hard against the fabric. Grumbling his giant meaty fingers with the now impossibly seized metal zippers, Matt in mounting agony, tried to grab each side of the stretched zipper to pull them apart. Before he could pull, his pants burst wide open.
A slab of green flesh flopped out, which was met with a genuine sigh of relief from Matt as he allowed his cock to recover a moment and finish up its transformation as it still throbbed and pulsed from the transformation and pain. Matt waited an extra moment longer after the sensation subsided before he started to examine his newest feature. Peering down over his pecs he saw the biggest dick he ever saw, even including the massive ones of elephant or rhino porno stars.
It was big, thick, and could have been mistaken for Matt’s forearm before the change. Through some logic or reasoning, Matt still had his canine cock that he was born with but with the green tint, it colored it a muddy brown and now he had balls the size of ripe apples hanging just below them
Byron was going insane now, letting out a long “Yoooo!” from the moment the cock burst through the pants then hurriedly shouting “This is so SICK! I knew that was what the book was alluding to but I didn’t realize that it would be that BIG! DUDE! You’re now bigger than me, and I’m the locker room champion!” Byron went into hysterical fits of giggles and laughter as Matt stood in the wreckage of his blown pants and underwear in the middle of the room.
As Matt returned to examine and lift the massive cock that attached to him at the groin Matt felt another wave of strength, and Constitution buffs ripple through and change his body. The half-orc wolf also felt his expanding body finally win out over the quickly inadequately prepared clothes as muscles finally popped the rest of the seams on his pants and t-shirt. The symphony of shredded fabric ended up leaving the hulking half-wolf with rags that barely held on to the waist and shoulders. Snapping his head back up, Matt was about to bark. “What Gives?” but was interrupted as the top of his skull collided with the ceiling.
Recoiling from the impact, Matt stooped down and brought his large hand up to rub the spot on his bead as he said “Hey That Hurt.” looking down at Byron, who was trying to hide a childish smirk behind the clipboard. “Sorry Matt, but half-orcs have a cap on Intellect and Charisma so those excess points needed to be redistributed… so I dumped them into your strength and constitution because…. Let’s face it” he said as he gestured at Matt’s body before adding “sorry about your head.” in an apologetic tone.
Matt returned a glare to Byron before his eyes glazed over “Oh…ok. Don’t do again!” the half-orc replied as he went to rub his head, completely overlooking the fact that he now stood taller than the Dapple horse, and went to inspect how close he was to the ceiling. He was now claustrophobically close within the room. Matt was rubbing his now significantly wider jaw, trying his best to think of the best way to leave the room without smashing any furniture or breaking down the door frames. As he pondered some part of him echoed out a distant thought about… something but Matt quickly got distracted.
His train of thought got interrupted by Byron gasping and giggling with delight. “They… there’s a feature for feats.” as the horse was already flipping through the rulebook for the list. He stopped on the page and in a magic craze started reading off the feats under his breath before speaking up with “oh likes to see what ‘brute’ do” as he was jolting down on the paper.
Another single point of strength must have been applied because Matt felt a minor ripple wave come from his core and rippled through his arms. Before Matt could bark at Byron again, he caught a glimpse of his arms and quickly got enamored with how his muscles bulged and glistened in the indoor light. Matt forgot everything for a moment as he brought his hands to reinspect his muscles again. Going over and reexamining them as if they were sculptured, created by a skillful artist. “B-big arms..” was the only thing the half-orc uttered
As Matt’s mind was filled with nothing but the thought of how big his muscles became he almost did not register that his chin started to prickle. Absentmindedly Matt brought his hand to scratch his, only to discover this his chin had sprouted a strong thick beard. That snapped him out of the self-induced stupor of his own muscles. He pulled his hand away to look back at Byron, he was about to protest the additional change as he saw the horse was too busy scribbling on the sheet again.
A stronger haze quickly set over his head as Matt’s train of thought stalled on the tracks as he looked at Byron. The horse craned his head at the bushy beard half-orc friend “I took the liberty of choosing the last feat for you, hope you don’t mind” Byron said in a teasing voice. “No, Wait. What? Matt feel… ” Matt answered in a bit more of a flatter tone.
Bryon finally put the clipboard and pencil down and finally approached Matt, to
Ohhhh…..” Byron mused… “whatever I want. I have more than enough character sheets for this pack. Let’s see what I created as, the horse circled around the glazed eyed half-orc, as he was taking every angle in. “Oh I got to show you to our friends, who knows I might be able to peak the interest for them to go through it themselves. Heck! I might just use one of the sheets on myself, there are some really interesting combinations that are definitely worth a deeper look.” as he finished his prowl around his masterpiece. All that Matt said to that was a hollow “Uh Huh”.
“Welcome come on,” Bryon said, clapping his hands as he made his way towards the front door. “Game Night is tonight and I want to see the look on their faces when I bring this eye candy over.”
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