And then it clicked.
Something inside of him clicked.
His blood stabilized itself, turning, binding, and leading the alchemical soup that had almost been his body into an orchestra of work. The things that could safely change, were changed. The things that could safely form were formed.
A mind fit for a body like this was tempered out of this insane fever dream.
And then, in the morning…Michael woke up.
“So what you are saying is that you might fuck a porcupine chick if she shaved,” Justine said as they walked.
Michael had woken up with something of a headache but it quickly went away as he got some coffee and breakfast.
But that did not mean that he was in any mood to joke just right then.
“I would do it even if she didn’t,” Michael grunted and his friend laughed, “What, you think I wouldn’t?”
Justine just laughed harder.
“I am just saying, if a porcupine chick shaved, would she be a porcupine at all?” Justine asked.
“If you knocked her up, would she push porcupine rugrats out?” Michael asked with some annoyance.
“I guess?” Justine with distaste.
“Then yes, she is still one,” Michael replied. Oh boy, he had done it; talking this much had made his headache return.
“Ok,” Justine nodded, “But what if-”
“Justine, bud?” Michale interrupted him, “Can you do me a favor and shut up?”
He bristled for the first time that he had seen him.
“Dude, the fuck?” Justine asked.
“Hey, hey,” Michael said, putting a finger in front of his face.
With the headache that he had, Michael didn’t notice when Justine’s eyes locked into the finger.
“I think I was sick last night,” he said moving his finger back and forth, Justine’s eyes following it, “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t make this morning worse.”
And then they continued walking, Justine staring at Michael in silence.
“Look, please just let me for right now,” Michael said, feeling a bit disturbed by it.
“Ok,” Justine nodded, his eyes losing a glaze Michael hadn’t realized they had, “I can do that.”
And then they got to school.
In blessed silence.
“So, anyway, bird chicks, right? Well, not their babies. I am not a sick fuck,” the hog boy continued to talk to Michael in Mrs. Hedwig’s class.
“Huh-uh,” Michael replied, unconvinced. He didn’t have every single class with his friend, so he had a few classes to recover from the night before. The more time passed, the better he felt. The better he felt, the more bullshit he could put up with.
Although it had to be said that his friend heaped a whole lot of it in.
“Yeah ok, well,” Justine continued on, “They don’t like to get their feathers “dirty” right?”
“I am aware,” Michael replied. He liked that about them.
“Imagine if they took a mud bath though,” he began and Michael couldn’t help it.
He groaned.
“Mr. Yokebreaker, Mr. Fanning?” mrs. Hedwig hissed at them.
She wasn’t lecturing them this time, but she had told them to study in silence. People always whispered all the same, but he guessed he was a little bit too loud.
“Yeah, Mrs. Hedwig?” Justine asked, giving her his most winsome smile.
“Do I need to have another talk with you?” the porcupine lady sternly said.
“Um, well,” Justine seemed to be hard upon before nudging Michael, “Help me out dude.”
Feeling annoyed at the attention he was receiving, Michael sighed.
But allowed a smile to slip into his face.
Mrs. Hedwig automatically fixated on it.
“We are just talking about class missus Hedwig,” Michael said, “Just ignore us this once.”
Mrs. Hedwig slowly shook her head before looking at him again, “Alright Mr. Yokebreaker, but just this once.”
And then she went back to her own work.
“…hey Michael,” Justine whispered after a while, “Nice going!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Michael replied as he buried his head into his arms.
Gosh, that headache was back.
“Hey ma,” Michael yelled as he dropped his bag by the door and stretched, “You taking a nap?”
A while later he heard a door open on the second floor.
“Well, I was,” Yasmine called out, “Have some consideration for your poor old mother, son.”
“Old my ass,” Michael said as he strutted into the kitchen, “You look better than most girls my age.”
“…did something good happen hon?” Yasmine called out as she started coming down, “You sound…happy I guess?”
“Well, I had a headache all day,” Michael grumbled as he opened the fridge, “So I don’t see how?”
“Ah,” Yasmine said as she rounded into the kitchen, “You are being deliberately disrespectful then.”
Michael paused at that.
“Sorry?” he said as he realized how he was behaving.
“No, no,” the huge milf shook her head, “People warned me that this day would one day come. Your rebellious phase.”
“Umm,” Michael wasn’t sure where this was going.
“So I mentally prepared myself for this long ago,” the brown-furred cow said before reaching out with her hand and grabbing his head.
Just as she leaned down and pressed her own against it.
“Listen here kiddo,” Yasmine said as she stared at him in the eye, “I want you to not be bad. Can you do that for me?”
“Ummm,” Michael replied as he was close enough to kiss her.
“Great!” Yasmine said before letting him go.
“Glad that’s oOo-” she stuttered to a stop.
There was a glaze in her eyes.
“Mom?” Michael asked.
“-over, right.” Yasmine said, shaking her head, “Damn night work must be getting to me.”
“Yeeeah,” Michael breathed out. Well, that happened.
“Alright, so,” she said as she sat down, “What’s for lunch?”
“Well,” Michael considered the case, “The diet yam you bought went flat I think.”
“…how can yam go flat?” Yasmine frowned.
So Michael pulled the vial out and passed it on to her.
Yasmine opened took it and opened the lid as she carefully took a whiff.
And then her eyes went wide to the point that they almost popped off.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” She desperately said as she scrambled to get her briefcase.
“Mom?” Michael asked as his minotauress mother went around collecting clothing articles that she had discarded earlier.
“Make dinner,” She told him, “I just need to get this back to the lab!”
“What?” Michael gasped. He ate that!
“Oh fuck, I hope they haven’t noticed yet,” Yasmine started to panic as she put her shoes on.
“MOM!” Michael yelled out, making her flinch.
“What?” Yasmine responded with some frustration before realizing that her son was in front of her.
And reaching out for her face.
“Mom, please,” Michael begged, cradling her face as their eyes locked, “Talk to me.”
For a brief moment, Yasmine was quiet.
For a brief moment, her eyes glazed over.
And then it was gone.
“Alright, sure,” she nodded.
“Really?” Michael asked in surprise.
“I really shouldn’t, but I’ll do it,” She responded, sounding monotonous, “The vial in question is the result of one of many formulas that use interdimensional physics to hopefully retard or stop high deviation index changes from taking place.”
“Really, how?” Michael asked.
“The hope is that by making people that already are changing change into something…stable that will at least be able to save their lives,” Yasmine frowned as she spoke, “Not quite a cure, but a stabilizing treatment.”
“I see, so it’s important…” Michael sighed, “Ok, just be careful.”
And then Yasmine smiled brilliantly, “I always am, baby.”
Leaving a kiss on his brow that made his skin tingle, Yasmine was done getting ready and exited their home.
Leaving Michael to frown at the place where she was.
…was he just seeing things? The glaze in the eye, the monotony of voice, was something going on with his mom? It was only later that he realized that the same things had happened to his friend and teacher.
But for now? The first inkling that he had of his changes was when he went to take a bath.
“W-what the fuck is THIS!” Michael gaped as he took his pants off.
Because, hanging from his legs? Was the biggest cock he had ever seen.
At his base, he had a huge canid knot. The cock actually ended halfway down, incomplete in what he realized with mounting horror was a medial ring.
If…if it was any indication, his dick would be as large as his forearm when fully erect!
And, oh boy, at the thought of being erect, his cock started to stir.
Showing him that it had one last surprise for him.
His glans, which had been a normal mushroom head before? Was the flat-headed flare of a horse’s cock.
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