Walking through the quad to the student union building, Stephen hit the final changes to the four moving them from the dorm to an apartment in the city that suited their new fast paced lives.
He went in and grabbed a burger and a drink. He stepped out of the door and walked over in the direction of a picnic table to enjoy the nice weather.
Tom Stout, college senior and star of the football team walked towards lunch as well. He wasn’t paying attention when a freshman douchebag walked right into him.
“Move it fresh-meat.” He said giving the blonde kid a light shove.
The guy didn’t say anything but he pulled up hid computer and watched him as he walked towards the student union building.
He was about ten steps away from the door when he began to change.
On the first step, His shirt shrank to nothing leaving him feeling a little chilly and thinking to himself that he should have worn a jacket. His pace began to slow.
On the second step, his jeans turned to leather tight leather. He paused for half a second to adjust himself.
On the third step, his trousers shrank to hot pants displaying his once darkly tanned legs as still muscular but a light ivory color.
On step four he developed nipple piercings and a chain hanging between them. He idly played with one nipple.
On step five, the crotch from his leather hot pants disappeared and was replaced by a leather cock ring.
On step six, he began to feel an uncomfortable stretching feeling as his cock began to grow from a respectable six inches to a stocky nine inches.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he watched his cut cock grow a long wrinkly foreskin and then the heavy skin was pierced with a heavy kuno piercing on the underside of the foreskin that pulled his dick down.
He felt a strange pulling in his skin and noticed that across his Adonis belt he had a tattoo that said, “RIPE MEAT” surrounded by what looked like comic stink lines.
Unbeknownst to him, he gained a tattoo on his back that could only be described as a tramp stamp. It said, “BIG HOLE ON CAMPUS.” As he was seeing these changes, the smell hit him. His foreskin was coated in dick cheese and his balls reeked. He grabbed his dick and almost barfed. His mind was reeling at what had taken mere seconds.
Against his own will, he felt his body moving bending down by the fire hydrant that he had stopped at. He lifted his leg and aimed his dick toward the equipment. He let loose a stream of dark urine onto the pavement around the hydrant. Then, he sniffed what he had done and bent down with his barbelled tongue and took a slight taste of the pungent excretion.
I’m his mind he wanted to cry, wanted to scream but then memories of his exhibitionism and degradation filled his mind alongside his memories of being a star football player. He remembered going to clubs and meeting a guy named Kyle, engaging in different forms of play and abuse. Living as a nasty slutty monster.
He got up, unable to stop himself and went over to where the kid that he had ran into earlier was sitting and sliding his large frame under the table, he began to lick the soles of his shoes. This time, either as part of his fetish or as a pure act of the will, his body allowed him to cry.
The freshman scraped the shoe against the side of his face and finished typing. He said, “Get away from me you fucking freak.”
Tom Stout, former college star was now just a disgusting muscle pig on a strange college campus. His body, mere “Ripe Meat” moved away from the young man and off to get some food out of the trash taking the silently screaming mind of Tom with it.
Stephen finished his lunch and went to his afternoon Lit class.