Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 05:24:45 -0500
From: John Bludgeon <ijrge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Force of Nature: part 03

John Carpenter
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The story involves M/M and fantasy elements.

This chapter explores John's capabilities, but also it
furthers the discourse between him and Nick.  After the
depressing and scary incident the night before John has
learned how to use his body.

                       Force of Nature
                   Chapter III : Cold Meal

          About noon I heard a nock on the door.  I slowly
roused from the disturbed sleep, which I was trying to have,
to see my mother poke her head in.
     "You guys up for some Thanksgiving food."
     "Yeah mom.  We're getting up."
     Nick grumbled, "Speak for yourself."
     "My goodness, how late were you guys up?  You both look
dead."
     "Pretty late."  I told her.
     "Doing what?"  She asked of me, so innocently.
     I shrugged up a smile, while holding back tears.  "Just
joking around mom.  I think Nick had a little too much to
drink."
     She looked concerned, "You didn't drink, did you?"
     "No, mom, you know I can't."
     "Well, Nick, let this be a lesson to you."  She smiled
and waived here finger in the air exaggeratingly, sort of
mocking her self as she scolded.  She then dropped her hand
to here hip.  "Well, I expect you to be upstairs and ready
to eat in an hour, actually both of you.  Alright?"
     Nick raised a thumb up and muffled and ok through his
pillow.  I nodded agreement, and my mom left us alone.
     Nick flipped over, sat up on the bed's back and looked
over at me, while I searched for a set of clothes.  I didn't
see him doing this, but I felt his eyes, knew his tension.
I paused what I was doing and turned towards him.
     "How did you know I was looking?"  Nick asked
curiously.
     "I don't know."  I said solemnly.
     There was an extended pause, and I watched the conflict
play off his brow.
     Finally he spoke, "I know I said I was going to forget
about it, but that is impossible to do.  I need to know what
happened."
     I shook agreement.  "I know."
     There was another long pause.  I looked at the floor,
and Nick looked at me.
     "Do you know what happened?"
     I shook my head.  "Sort of."
     "What?"
     I looked up at him and moved across the room.  I sat on
the edge of my bed facing Nick and began attempting to
explain.  "It was that tree, maybe that place.  I think,
somehow, I have become a part of it."
     "How?  I don't even understand what you mean a part of
it."
     "The first night we went there, while we were.
together, I felt this odd sensation.  It was like I was
dying.  While you were staring at the sky, it happened."
     Nick looked at me puzzled.
     "The sweat off my back mixed with the mud, and I swear
I saw it spread out like roots beneath us.  It wasn't just
that though, it was in my body, too.  Everything changed, my
heart raced and my blood flowed freely like water.  Then I
was suddenly alive again.  Every muscle in my body ached to
be used, and. well, I got zealous."
     "Yeah, I remember."  Nick said uncomfortably.
     "When we came back here, suddenly there was that tree
in the same spot where we."  I paused and gestured some
crude motions.
     Nick looked at me curiously.  "So you're saying that
was the same clearing."
     "Yeah, the tree grew from whatever happened to me the
last we were out there.  It's a part of me and that's why I
could feel its soft inside, and you couldn't."
     "What did it do?"
     I looked at him puzzled.
     He shook his head and retried.  "How did it bring you
back?"
     "The last thing I remembered, before, was falling
asleep on the tree.  All that stuff happened afterwards.
The tree somehow kept a backup of me.  When it lost contact
with me, it must have generated another body and gave it my
memories."
     Nick shook his head with disbelief.  "No fucking way.
Nothing can generate something out of nothing, basic
physics."
     "It didn't make something out of nothing.  It took a
part of itself and made me."
     "Plant cells and animal cells are completely different,
what about bone and muscle?"
     "I don't think it's a plant.  I think it's just
mimicking a willow for camouflage."
     "People are made out of billions of differentiated
cells, each with their own purpose.  They are attached to
each other or specially formed to be free flowing.  They
can't be made in seconds."
     I cupped my hand and held it out in front of Nick.  He
looked at it confused and asked what I wanted to show him.
I told him to just watch.  In the creases of my hand small
pools of green gel formed.  I mentally transmuted more of my
body into it until my palm was filled.  For the first time
we both looked long and hard at the substance.
     "Holy shit!"  Nick whispered with surprise.
     "Yeah no kidding."
     We both stared at it some more until Nick mentioned
that it looked like pond scum.  I didn't really take
offense; it really did look like pond scum.
     "What can you do with it?"
     "Anything, I think."
     Hesitantly he said, "Show me."
     I thought for a moment about what I should do, and a
deviant idea crept across my mind.  I stood up and walked to
the door, locking the handle and pushing it shut.  I turned
around and pulled down my boxers, letting my dick hang down
in open view.  The gel reabsorbed into my hand then I cupped
both hands across my groin, being sure to scoop up my balls
as well.  I walked back over, holding my groin in hands.  I
shifted and changed, while watching Nick watch my crotch
with curious candor.  When I felt as if I had done enough, I
let go of my hands and let it all drop.
     Nick's eyes flared as a two-foot cock and a pair of
orange sized balls dropped down by my thighs and knees.  I
picked up its length and presented it to Nick, who seemed
curiously predisposed in thought.
     Nick stood up and pulled off his boxers, allowing his
own ample cock to sway free.
     "You want to compare?"  I asked jokingly.
     "No, just look at it."
     "What am I supposed to see?"  I said while looking down
at it.  The veined mass hung low on Nick, disappearing under
his balls.
     Almost angry, he asked, "Does it look bigger to you?"
He picked it up and held it out, and sure enough it did look
longer then before, by a whole couple inches even.
     "Yeah."  I said puzzled.
     Now actually angry, he said, "Are you in me?"
     "What?"
     "Am I like that clearing or that tree?  Is there part
of you in me or did this just somehow happen."
     "Christ Nick, we've been together for weeks now, since
before that tree even existed.  I don't know, but I'd have
to guess I am."
     Nick planted a fist against my chest and walked across
the room fuming.  I was confused and hurt.
     "Is that a bad thing?" I said pointing to his cock.
     "It's fricken twelve inches now.  What am I supposed to
do with that?  I could almost more easily use my fist."  He
raised his arm and gestured crudely.
     "I can undo it."
     "You get out of me!" he shouted.  "I don't want a part
of this or a part of you any longer.  This isn't right.
Have you been doing all those weird things to me, the odd
sexual things?"
     "Not knowingly!  I didn't know about any of these
things until last night.
     "You never mentioned anything was odd.  You never
thought that I might want to know something was off or
different with you."
     "Why are you so angry?  No one got hurt."  I suddenly
realized I was lying when I remember the gang I disposed of
this morning.
     "I don't know!"  He belted.  "I just know I can't be a
part of this anymore.  I just can't handle it."
     Nick's face was stern and pain ridden.  I knew he had
stayed up thinking about it last night.  He probably decided
before the first words were tossed what he wanted.
     I shook my head acceptingly, and quietly I said, "Ok,
if that is what you want?"
     Nick turned away.  "It is."
     I walked towards the door, retracting my penis back to
the normal length.  "I'm going to take a shower.  They are
expecting us upstairs in an hour.  Could you please not talk
about this up there?"
     "Like anyone would believe it."  He said despondently.
     "Thanks."
     I pulled on my boxers and opened the door.  I peered
out and saw no one listening; at least I avoided that
discomfort.  As I showered, the bruise left by Nick seemed
to hurt doubly bad.  I could have gotten rid of it, but,
inexplicably, I needed to feel it.  I couldn't help but cry
a few times; my closest bond so suddenly sundered.  When I
was finished showering, I watched Nick go in after.  His
eyes had been reddened with tears, too.

     Thanksgiving dinner went by without much more conflict.
There was a nasty wine spill, and my aunt kept talking about
various inappropriate aches and pains.  There were a few
jokes about Nick's and my complexion, but no one seemed to
really know what was, had been, actually between us.
     After dinner Nick pulled me aside and asked if we could
leave that night.  My heart sank; he didn't want any chance
for reconciliation.  I bargained with him to wait another
day.  It was a reluctant choice on his behalf, but he
agreed.  He knew I wanted to see my family.  Making me leave
with him, so he might get away from me sooner, was
unreasonable, especially on this holiday and knowing we
would have to occupy a smaller area together when we got
back.
     That night I acted normal, joking with my family and
telling stories from college and of friends and their
whereabouts.  I let my parents know I was leaving in the
morning.  I told them Nick had work he had to get back to,
and I had stuff I should do.  While I conversed with my
family, Nick feigned tiredness and was allowed to leave,
supposedly to sleep.

     When all things calmed down, and my family went to bed
or left, I didn't have the strength to walk into the room.
I sat out in the living room, wandered the house, and looked
out the windows.  I did anything to avoid that room.  After
looking at every room in the house several times, I decided
the only other place to go was outside, back to the
clearing.
     I didn't pack.  I walked out barefoot and barely
dressed.  I figured I was beyond that, now.  As I passed
into the deep grass, beyond all visual range of the house, I
sank to all fours and pushed out paws and a muscular canine
form, with surprising ease.  My t-shirt and sweatpants clung
to it like saran-wrap.  With speed I never felt before, I
ran and leaped through the brush and grass, nearing the
clearing in a mere few minutes instead of a half-hour.
     As I trotted down the clearing, the almost familiar
whisper of the wood greeted me.  I tapped into their senses
and recalled the occurrences of the day.  There had been
some otters in the creek, and a number of quails on the bed,
but most recently there had been a traveler, who still slept
under the willow's canopy.
     He was relatively young, in the later years of his
teens.  He brought with him a backpack of food and an
unmarked notepad filled with his drawings.  Along with his
food there were obscure items like toiletries and clothing.
His appearance was unkempt, his hair matted into gnarls and
cheeks obscured by a half-formed beard.  He hadn't had the
benefit of a bathroom in a while, from appearance and musk.
     While he slept, I plotted.  The past day made me tense,
and I needed to have fun, and what better to play with than
someone no one knew about.  My malicious mind cranked away
at what all I could do.

     The man awoke abruptly from his sleep, a crafted
nightmare of a charging beast causing it.  After looking
about the clearing, he noticed a peculiar slime coating his
arms and part of his face.  In disgust he tried to wipe it
away, but it adhered too well to just brush off.  He then
stood and walked to the waters edge, throwing his clothes in
a trail behind.  Standing naked to the wilderness, the
drifter rustled through his bag for soap.  Without shame he
bent over, his asshole winking to the cold night air.  A
stray hand scratched his entrance then steadied him against
the earth.  Having produced a green bar of soap, the man
wandered out into the creek, carefully walking down into the
murky depth of the water, stumbling on uneven ground
beneath.
     I watched him.  He washed his arms in the water, the
causing the gel to dissipate giving him some relief.  From
the forest's edge, I approached him, teeth bared across a
finely formed maw.  He lathered himself down, his ghostly
white and lean naked body in obscure contrast to the night.
     I made final adjustments to my form.  The fur grew
denser along my body, no longer allowing any skin to show.
My hip's broadened and my arms grew new rippling muscles.  I
grew from a seven-foot beast to a nine-foot beast and added
a leopard like tail.
     The man dropped beneath the surface and rinsed away the
soap.  While he was submerged, I leapt over into the water's
edge, and, with another flop of my arms, I was on top of the
unwary man.  My large jaw scooped down into the water and
rapped around his shoulder, my long teeth piercing his skin
and gripping him to me.  With a toss of my head I lifted his
flailing body into the air and landed him onto the creek's
shore.  Another jerk of my head and his wet form was thrown
a few feet ahead of me.
     The man clamored onto his hands and knees and scrambled
away from the water's edge, away from me.  I took a couple
long strides and struck his shoulder, knocking him flat.
The man screamed frantically and tried again to get away on
hand and knee.  With paw, I pressed him belly to earth and
laid down on his back, just growling to his terrified side
turned face.  I watched his fisheye examine my head, the
bestial form of it at least.
     I shifted over him, trying to pin him more completely.
Not knowingly, I caused my sagging sheath to slide between
the cracks of his ass.  The flaccid head of my mammoth,
inhuman, cock lying across his hole.  I was trying to
terrify the man, exert myself and feel powerful because I
was powerless to reasonably stop Nick from leaving me, but
as my toothy growling maw moved close to the back of his
head, his tone unexpectedly changed.  I heard him mutter
soothing speech to me, through trembling voice.  Not fully
knowing what brought it about, I allowed, and was amused by,
his shaking hand smoothing my furry side.  Changing my
attitude a bit, I relaxed over him, letting my growl sooth
to an occasional warning.  I was then jolted when I felt his
rear gyrate against my sheath, which I suddenly realized was
lying crudely in his crack.
     Faking sexual interest, he enticed me, "Do you like
that?  Huh?"
     I did, but I never intended for this conflict to go
this direction.
     Breaking under fear, his voice cracked into a plea,
"Please, God, like it!"
     The man was trying to barter his body for safety,
thinking the beast might forget about hurting him.  I was
conflicted about what to do.  My original idea was
malicious, cause a man to have a life long trauma, but the
way he felt against my body was erotic, submissive.
     Confused, I stood up and circled the man's body.  I
looked intently at what he had to offer.  He was lean, very
lean.  His skin stretched across muscle and bone, only like
a starved man might produce.  Whatever food he had, I
thought, he didn't partake of regularly.  A second circle
around, I saw his terrified face, enthralled in my movement.
I then felt pity for him, something I had subdued during the
entire planning.  A third circle convinced me I did find him
attractive.  Even if gangly, he was still a striking
specimen of man.  As I came around his rear again, I took a
wider arch and approached him square on.
     Scooping my nose up through his crack, I stopped when
my tongue touched his hole.  I slathered his entrance,
spreading each crease and lubing it with spit.  When I
pulled away from his ass, I noticed swelling in his cock;
the man obviously shared my sexual persuasion.  I pressed my
head between his legs and licked the exposed part of his
shaft, which extended quickly to life, digging seemingly
painfully into the dirt.
     I then sat on him as I had before.  With a little
shifting, my cock slid between his cheeks again and the
rubbery head grew harder as it lay there.  The drifter
uttered some apprehension, and he openly scolded himself for
enticing me.  I licked his neck and ear and began rubbing my
groin against him.  At first my dry head clung to his spit
sticky cheeks, folding and bending instead of sliding, but,
as I began working up, precum spilled out my cock into his
crack, lubing it along its path
     When the hot liquid spilled against him, I heard him
marvel at the amount, and, from the way he spoke, I think he
thought I had finished.  The hot fluid flowed down along my
sheath until the sticky warmth had wetted itself around my
balls and dripped off beyond where I could feel it.  After
several gliding paths along his crack, he became aroused by
it and even perked his ass up into the air for me.
     The body beneath me struggled to get up, but not out
from under me, and I watched curiously to see what he was
trying to do.  His right arm moved under his hips and his
shoulder folded downwards so his hand could slip between his
legs.  Rough fingernails and leather-tip fingers scratched
the bottom of my testicles, and I growled at the unwelcome
contact.  The fingers backed away then slid between my balls
and his under groin area.  The hand became coated in precum
gel and then slipped away.  The drifter's body shifted
again, this time for sideways, and I could hear the escaping
pop and slap of a well-lubed cock being jerked.
     My cock danced off his hole, my precum working into him
and loosening his opening for me.  The growing excitement of
the man lent to the change as well.  When I thought he was
ready, I stood over him, abruptly ending our enjoyable rut.
Changing my angle of attack, my cockhead pushed against his
anus, instead of off it.  With careful pressure, I felt the
tip of my cock spread him, and, though he hissed, he did not
try to make me stop.  I kept with the pressure, letting his
body time to adjust to the fist sized head trying to make
its way through.  After a short eternity, I was in.  The
head popped through and my rod slid quickly after, falling
into him a half-foot before I reacted to stop.
     I could tell the man was in pain.  As my body mingled
into his, I began feeling it, too.  The mingling was what I
had done unknowingly to Nick, what scared him away.  Last
time was unintentional, but this time I meant, and actively
pushed, for it to happen.  I felt him come alive to me,
around me.  As I rested inside him, waiting for his body to
sooth, I felt his body quiver erotically.
     As an odd after though, I realized he had an odd
capacity for me.   While I waited, I thought maybe he had
done `things' for favors before, a ride or some food,
possibly.
     I didn't expect it, but he pushed first.  I stood
calmly waiting for the pain to subside, when suddenly it
happened.  There was an increase of tension between us, and
when it broke, I felt his tight precum soaked hole slide up
along my dick.  I felt, for the first time, the amazing
sensation, one prior to this I likely couldn't have
imagined, of my giant bestial phallus filling this small
man.  Tight and hot sliding along a foot and more of giant
sensitive cock, his ass strained to hold me.
     Stretching him, beyond any normal human capacity, I
desired to feel a part of him roll over me repeatedly.  I
started slow shallow bucks, feeling out his response.
Growing pleasure surmounted his pain, and before long he was
panting and sweating to my careful thrusts.   Leaning
forward on my feline legs, I arched my back and drove deeper
into him, making thrusts ranging from six to twelve inches
taking as long as near a dozen seconds to push as deep as I
intended in.
     Standing above him, I was no longer pinning him to the
earth, and, while one time I retracted from him, he got onto
his knees and braced against the ground with his elbows.
>From there he could have easily tried to escape, I might not
have been lucid enough to stop him, but he remained beneath
me, pleasuring me, and himself, with this fucking.
     I felt our sexual tempo increase as both he and I drove
towards orgasm.  He again initiated it, by grinding his rear
against me.  As my steady thrusts moved deeply in and out,
his rolling ass drove me out and further in by a couple
inches each pump.  Along the underside of my cock, the
conduit bulged.  Precum spilled out of me as a precursory
purge, nearing me towards ejaculation.
     Now I stepped up the pace.  I sped up my thrusts
slowly, narrowing the foot-long push from ten seconds to
four and sometimes much less.  With erratic erotic burst, I
rutted against the man, feeling me fill him unbelievably
full and quickly.  I bellowed into his ear my animal desire.
     Then, in the pits of animal lust, I was let free.  All
my desires to live a normal human life were lost.  I didn't
want to grow up to work in an office, be another boring man.
With my gift, I could do anything and become anything.  I
could shape the world in the way I would like it to be.  I
even could make this man new, like I was now.
      The man's voice shook and shouted excitedly, "Oh God,
Yes!  Fill me you damn beast, make me."
     I drove deeply into him and felt the fur of my belly
rub against his ass.  My sac constricted against my shaft
and pure pleasure grew at the base of my cock.  The drifter
seemed to notice it as well, we both remained silent and
still for the moment, while it built inside me.  My
breathing broke the silence, growing louder and faster with
each pending moment.  The breaths turned to groans and the
groans turned to growls.  The pressure was immense, and, on
its edge, my legs pushed forward against him.  Pressing in
the last few inches between him and my base.  We met then I
released.
     I flooded into him, and with my will, I caused it to
change him.  Beneath me, his shoulders begin to broaden.  In
his sideways turned face I saw riddled confusion, as bones
and muscle began to grow and flex along it.  I watched his
nose distend and flatten into a growing maul, and his eyes
move flank-ward, while his teeth turned feral.  Spots of
hair grew down his sides, extending from his armpits, and
along the back of his neck, the hair grew down his spine and
shoulders.  Where my hips met his, I felt a lump of flesh
grow, and then slowly it snaked out between and behind us,
creating a leopard like tail.  His fingers shortened, his
knuckles widened, while flesh grew across them.  Furry tufts
appeared between each finger then grew across the back of
each hand.
     The drifter cried out, but his voice had deepened to a
guttural roar.
     My ecstasy grew deeper, as I filled and shaped him.  I
let my body become part of his, having him feel what it was
like to be in my form.  As he changed, I felt his arousal,
too.  I felt his member swell turgid, while it still
reshaped to an animal's.
     With new strength, he threw me.  The first bucks got
him standing bellow me, and then the second bucks knocked me
off him completely.  As I left him, a final spray of bright
white semen erupted, shooting over his shoulder and
splattering a foot-long trail by the tree.
     The new creature strutted along on all fours, growing
accustomed to the new locomotion.  Quickly he adapted a
graceful flow, which accentuated his new animal splendor.
Beneath him, I saw his cock sticking out hard, at near two
feet, still yearning for release.
     I waited cautiously to see what he might do.  He looked
back at his body, around, bellow, and over the sides.  He
walked to the water's edge and stared at his own reflection.
He then looked at me and back to himself, noticing the near
absolute resemblance.  As he looked, I watched him quiver,
and leaking from his new long prong precum began flowing.
     He turned and walked back towards me, pausing at part
of the way.  His head ducked under his legs, looking at
himself, then he looked back at me.  I saw on his face he
wanted something.  He tried to suggest something with mere
gesture, but he was too uncertain if I would understand to
fully gesture what he wanted.
     His body quivered again, and a thick wad of clear
precum slopped from the tip of his cock.  His neck extended
out, and the bristles across his hackle stood on edge for a
moment.  Without hesitance, he brought his head between his
legs and sat up so his mouth could reach his privates.   He
opened his mouth and rapped it around the dick and began
milking it methodically.  He growled lowly and purred
slightly as he worked his shaft towards fulfillment.
     I slinked over and butted my head with his, knocking
his mouth off his own cock.  At first he growled and lashed
at me with his paw, but, when I went down on his shaft
before, his strike softened to a pat.  His paw rested
against my side and waited there, while I serviced him.
With true feline instinct, his paw began kneading my back,
as I elicited his sexual fervor.  The tang of his pending
sexual release grew ever quicker in my mouth, until he
lurched forward, grabbing around my side, and fucked his
release down my throat.
     Wad after thick wad left him, deluging back down into
the being that gave it to him.  The creature began to
shrink, as what constituted his monstrous form fleeted him.
His hands and feet reverted to a human's, and his face
flattened out and returned his normal nose.  The rippling
muscles and animal body drained back to his familiar form.
When most all I gave had returned to me, the naked drifter
man collapsed back as himself on the clearing's floor, a
final brilliant spray erupting from his groin.
     I sat before him, satisfied but curious.  I wondered
how he would react to being human again.
     The man slowly sat up, waking from a sexual release to
rival all releases.  His brain was still flooded with
hormonal bliss, but he took notice of being a man again.  He
rubbed his body up and down, checking if it were real.  His
fingers lingered for a minute, where my teeth marks had
previously been.  After fully realizing he was whole and
human, he looked at me concerned.
     "Please don't take it away."  He paused while I looked
at him curiously.  Sloppily he pleaded, "I've been
everywhere looking for something I could live with.  This
world is for shit.  It caters to the tyrants and punishes
the good."  Crying out to me for help, he begged, "I don't
want to be a person anymore.  I can't find anything to live
for.  I was looking to die before this.  Let me be like you,
even if it is only for the rest of tonight.  I can't bear my
skin another second."
     I was surprised by his reaction.  Only a few moments in
another's skin, and he was willing to give up his humanity
for a lifetime, what was worse was I felt responsible.
     When he began to cry, I walked towards him to comfort.
His expression lifted, and preparing for me, he laid back
with his legs spread, anticipating that I would do what he
wanted.  I straddled my two forelegs across his skinny chest
and looked down at him, square eye to eye.  He was intent on
this.  No hesitance flickered anywhere on his face.
     I wondered if it was right to do this to him again.  If
I led him to believe he could be like me, for any extended
time, he might waist away the rest of his life waiting here.
Seeing if I might come back for him.
     The man became uneasy and a shaky hand rubbed my chest.
The twinge of fear on his face made me wonder if he thought
I might reject him or eat him.  It could've been fear of me
or fear of my denial, I wasn't sure.  As he rubbed my furry
body, I let him know I was pleased with him by purring.  The
man smiled and worked my fur with both hands.
     If I denied him, he might do something crazy, but if I
did do something to him, then afterwards, when he became
human again, he might do something crazy, too.  He asked if
I might endow him with it again, even if only for the rest
of the night, so that is what I was going to do.  This man's
psychosis' were his own, and if he ruined his life it was
really beyond me, I reasoned.
     I laid down onto his body and, with my paws, I lifted
his legs over my feline hips.  The man scooted under me and
tilted his rear up, so I could enter.  The fat head of my
cock slipped out my sheath and rested between his ass
cheeks.  The man's breath quickened, and I smelt his
perspiration intensify.  The rubbery head of my cock had
enough pressure to slip in past his loosened opening, and I
entered him a second time.
     The man moaned and grunted, the expectation of his
pending transformation intensifying his sexual prowess.  My
cock grew hard inside him, pushing towards climax.  He cried
out towards me as several loads of semen splattered against
his stomach, erupting from his cock.  The shock jolted me,
and I lost my seed into him.  Ten full loads escaped me,
before I reigned them back in, a quantity for me which was
near a gallon.
     The drifter's face began to change again, more
pronounced and deliberate then before.  The bridge of his
nose flattened out and the nostrils curled and became puffy
black.  Fur spread across his face, growing first and
thickest at his chin then spreading out further along his
jaw then face.  His ears pointed upwards and his earlobes
disappeared into his head.  White fuzz grew around his eyes
and dark brown, yellow and black cougar patterns of fur
pronounced themselves on his face.  His head elongated
towards a feline muzzle but then his transformation halted
as the fuel I prematurely fed him ran out.
     I glanced down and saw his body ripple with muscles,
spreading and popping his frame open so to reform him into a
thing like me.  His pecks swelled like balloons and his
stomach ribbed into bulges.  White fur spread down the
center of his chest and flared out along his belly, yellow
brown fur covered the rest of him as well.  The man felt his
partial form with padded hands, which were still not fully
paws.
     I rose up my upper body and looked down his animal like
form.  Down where our bodies still met, I watched his cock
grow a few inches longer and substantially wider, while at
his sac, the skin around his balls formed a pouch about the
base of his cock.
     The site was arousing, and my rut quickened.  With low-
pitched growls and cougar like cries, he urged me on to
fulfillment.
     "Give it to me.  Make me.  I want you to go deep inside
me."  He wrapped his legs around my hindquarters and
encircled my chest with his arms.  I felt his hug tighten
around me, and he lifted himself against me.  His ass bucked
against my balls, while his convulsing anus clenched my
shaft.
     I roared and thrust, throwing his grasp from me,
causing him to fall broad shoulders to the ground, pinned by
my cock and weight.  I broke again, flooding his inside with
my cum.
     I watched intently as the seed reformed him.  His face
continued to extend outwards, his teeth forming to his
modified maw.  His chest narrowed and his arms lengthened.
Fur fully erupted from his body, coating it in a smooth
sheen.  Soon he was more beast then man, not only looking it
but sounding it, too.  Between us I saw his cock grow out
and brush his lower chest, and bellow that, his balls
swelled to lemon size.  Fur coated the flaps of the skin
folds over the base of his cock and a full thick sheath
formed from that.
     The man had been fully transformed, once again the
magnificent beast I made him.  He roared triumphantly and
pulled off my member and strutted about in feline form.  He
rubbed against me like a cat, rubbing his fuzzy head to my
own.
      As his head rubbed past my body, I brought out my tail
to bump his head.  He looked up to see my rear exposed to
him, and he looked to me for reason.  I motioned him to
complete the circle, and with an odd perkiness, he ran about
me and immediately mounted me with his burning rod.
     I felt his giant cockhead easily spread my anus,
forcing the first few inches past my hole swiftly.  The cock
was enormous and hard as rock.  I felt its length heat its
way through me.  I then felt the pressure of his hips
against my ass.  The drifter began long thrusts.  I felt him
expand inside me, his cock maturing with first use.  Along
my side his arms thickened as well, the fur rippling in odd
patterns as it did.
     The creature began breathing belabored into my ear.
High-pitched whines mingled with low groans then coalesced
into a roar.  I felt warmth inside me, large pools of it.
Release after release, he let into me, as he had once
before.  Perhaps a cruel trick, the drifter collapsed off my
side after minutes of cumming reformed as what he had almost
always been, a man.
     I rolled him onto his back and straddled his chest
again.  I shifted my cords, and in a low growl, I spoke to
him.  "If I make you again, you can never walk amongst men
as you have."
     Surprised to hear me speak, he paused.  "You mean you
can make me like you forever?"
     I nodded to confirm his question.  "Yes, but understand
they will likely try to hunt you at first sight, and they
will try to kill you with their weapons.  You will trade
your drifter's life, for a life of one who is chased.  Do
you understand the gravity of it?"
     The man paused and maybe for the first time really
thought.  "How have you survived?"
     Being as cryptic as I could muster, I said, "I am
transitory, but if you become, you will be."
     The man's face first was confused then turned stern.
He nodded with conviction and spoke to me with a serious
tone.  "I still know I want it, even if it's only for a
while.  Even if it will shorten my life to a month, I would
rather be like you then live like them."
     I understood him succinctly.
     "I will need a moment to prepare."  I spoke solemnly.
     The man's face broke into a giant grin, and he reached
around and hugged me.  I walked out of his hold and let him
lie back down to wait.  I wondered wholly how I might do
this.  Did he want to be just like me; able to change others
like I had, or did he want to just be anatomically like me.
If I didn't make him somewhat like me, he could never have
sex, because if he tried, he might tear the person apart,
but if I made him like me in that fashion, a whole new race
could grow out of it.  I knew I could program my stuff to do
whatever I chose it to do.  After all, I had instructed it
to transform the drifter.  I could do the same,
theoretically, over a long period, maybe a lifetime.  I made
my decision and began instructing the changes.  When all was
ready, I approached the man.
     "I will bestow on you all the gifts I have.  You will
be able to make others into creatures as you are about to
become, and they will be able to do the same, but I must
warn you, you must prepare every person you transform for
the life they are about to take on.  Never should you force
someone to become your kind or miss give what life they will
live, lest you wish them to become a blight unto us all.
Also, be careful with human's, they are fragile.  As easily
as I tore you from the water, I might have tore away your
life.  From meeting to mating, do not underestimate your
strength."
     The man nodded and understood what knowledge I bestowed
on him, even if it was cooked up on the fly.  With that
short speech, I felt I prepared him as much as I should.  It
was time to make him what he wanted to be.
     "The seed, when taken like a beast, is merely
temporary.  The next time the creature breeds, the form will
be lost, but, if the seed is taken orally, the gift is
bestowed and can never be taken away again."  With my little
knowledge told, I laid back and exposed myself to him.
     The man walked over to me and knelt over my sex,
staring down at it through my spread legs.
     "If you want the gift you must swallow everything that
comes out of me.  Even that which comes before the rest."
Speaking cryptic was taxing my mind.
     He ran his hands through my furry thighs, and worked
them concentrically towards my groin.  The slow deliberate
erotic motions stirred my member from its sheath.  The long
rubber cock slid up my stomach, while pulsing to life.  The
man took no chances to lose part of my `gift', and he
scooped it into his mouth before it had fully hardened.
     I began immediately expelling precum, which I felt him
suck greedily down his throat.  The substance worked into
his jaw, loosening the joints, making his cheeks more
pliable and his throat more expandable.  He sensed the
change, and he turned to straddle my chest, so he might
throat my member and not allow anything to escape.  His thin
pale ass was presented before me, while I felt my cock slide
in and out of his esophagus.  The substance I pumped into
him suppressed all natural reflexes, and he was able to
swallow as long as his breath allowed.  I felt out of
obligation I should return the sexual stimulation, and I
licked at his ass and balls with my large tongue.  A deep
humming in my groin and a radiant groan from his chest let
me know he enjoyed it.
     I didn't make him wait, though.  After a couple
thankful groans, by the drifter, and after he took a deep
breath and swallowed my shaft again, I released myself into
him fully.
     From my view, I first saw the spread of hair, growing
thick on his thighs, spreading inwards to his ass, up across
his back and down his legs.  I licked his hole greedily as a
lump of flesh, near the base of his spine, grew out to a
tail, and I sat back to see his legs reform to that of a
quadrupeds.  The feet and hands retracted into paws, and
between his legs his balls grew larger and a magnificent
shaft extended out from a rubbery sheath.  I felt his mouth
change to a muzzle over my cock, and I felt him take my
shaft deeper, as his form began allowing it.  He grew to be
seven feet long, as I had originally planned to be.  The
rest he would have to grow on his own.  When I bestowed as
much as I could bestow, I ceased my feeding.
     The new creature withdrew from my cock and strutted
along the clearing.  He was a magnificent beast now.  A
creature much more beautiful and whole then any I had seen
or read of.  Free of his human bonds, he roared and growled.
He leapt into the willow's canopy and stretched and
scratched with his new arms and claws.
     "One last bit of knowledge."  I spoke up to him.
     He looked at me and dropped down from the canopy.  He
sat like a cat before me, but with his large arousal
extending beyond his front legs.
     "What else do I need to know?" he spoke with knew
growling timbre.
     "You will not be able to change a man unless you have
built up a storage.  Right now you have no seed to bestow a
gift unto another, but if you eat enough food before the
next sundown, you will be capable.  Each time you release,
you spend your storage, and if you do not receive it back,
as I did, you will not be able to bestow until you have
eaten enough again.  This could be good to allow a man a day
to decide, but it is your choice, and I have let you know so
you might decide in the future."
     The creature nodded understandingly and thanked me
whole-heartedly.  In a manner he could only do know, he
asserted his gratitude my purring loudly and rubbing up
against my side.  The rumbling of his gesture soothed me,
and I was filled with happiness for him.
     He then asked me, "If we meet again, what should I call
you?"
     I struggled for a name greater then John.  "Rhoe, if
you would like to call me a name at all."  The name wasn't
easy to speak in my form, but it came out right and sounded
important.
     The creature fidgeted and with uncertainty in his
voice, he said, "Rhoe, I feel hungry and wish to explore
this world in my new form."
     "I understand, but if we meet again, what might I call
you?"
     "I've been a drifter for so long, that is what people
call me by."  With that he nodded and slinked away into the
dark wood.  I saw several leaps by a dark figure then the
drifter was gone.

     I strolled slowly back through the grass, returning
towards my home in an hour instead of a half.  I made
several loops to make sure the drifter didn't follow me then
I transformed back to my normal self.  Leaving behind a
rabbit like creature, made from the left over flesh, to
return back to the wood.
     I was happy.  I made someone happy.  I made new life,
causing the world to change.  I felt like, maybe, I had done
partially what I was put here to do.  I thought I could be
an instrument of change, changing people so they could be
happy of their form.  Nick was just frightened because it
was beyond his belief system, but if he adopted it, accepted
me, I could give him a body that could pass any physical
fitness exam.  He could join any organization, despite the
physical stress.  Maybe I could win him back.

     Before dawn crept in, Nick was awake and packing.
Going to sleep so early made him wake up that much earlier.
I had passed out in the den, after returning from my
encounter.  Nick woke me, and said it was time to go.  I
didn't argue.  I just got up, packed myself, then carefully
woke my parents and said goodbye.
     They were surprised but not angry.  They told me next
time I should stay longer.  I joked that I might, if they
fed me better.  They laughed a bit, kissed or shook my hand
goodbye, and told Nick they hoped to see him again sometime.
Nick just smiled and lied, "I hope so, too."

     The trip back was long.  No conversation went between
us.  It wasn't until we were within a mile of campus that I
let him know my proposal.
     "I know you don't want any part of me now, but."
     Interrupting me with an aggressive tone.  "No buts.  I
wont have."
     I interrupted him back.  "I'm just saying, if you ever
have any problems because of any physical shortcomings."
     "What, my twelve in cock!"  He yelled.
     I yelled back.  "We both know you said a number of
times that you worried about getting into some of the
agencies because of your weak upper body.  I can change
that!"
     "Thanks doctor fricken Frankenstein, but I'll try on my
own!"  He was fuming.
     I relaxed back and tried again calmer.  "I just want to
make it up to you.  You may never need it.  You'll likely
never ask for it, but if you want, I'll be there, just as a
friend."
     Nick went silent.  He still looked angry, but he was
milling it over in his head.  I said what I needed to say.
I just hoped he might accept it someday.  In retrospect, I
should have never promised him that.  I wouldn't have had
all the problems I had, if I hadn't.  Hindsight, they say,
is twenty-twenty.

     After we got back, it was never the same again.  Nick
was silent at all times when I was around, and even when I
spoke to him, I didn't always get an answer.  Within a week
and a half, he had transferred out of my hall and was
cohabitating with a hockey fanatic, a quarter-mile away.  I
still dreamt about him from time to time, but I knew he was
lost to me.
     For the semester, while I worked out what I wanted to
do, I half-assed my homework and enjoyed the campus life.  I
had this nagging fear of moving on, and it, more then
anything, kept me there.  I didn't want to leave my family.
I didn't want to change my life dramatically.  I wasted far
too much time there waiting for change to find me.
     The quiet of living alone eventually got to me, though.
I took up to searching the web for odd groups, people I
might someday help.  I remember feeling pride when, one day,
I read an article about a great cat beast that stole away
some women's unhappy husband.  Within a month a dozen more
sightings and related missing persons were reported, but the
creatures were always to fast and to smart to be caught.
     As a poor substitute for a roommate, I eventually took
up a hobby of horticulture, well a twisted version of it
anyways.  It really was a lot of pots, filled with mud,
growing cultures of my own substance.  I made them look like
plants, through some coaxing, but they were a constant
reminder of my different nature.  Once, someone from my dorm
saw it from the hall, and he asked if I was growing weed.
When I dryly told him no, he asked if I could.  It was good
for a bit of humor, but my garden did grow other pleasures
that semester