The Nameless Student didn't know how long he spent submerged in Wrog's cum. Something was happening to both his body and his mind. He drifted into a dream-like state where all his thoughts were of his orcish room mate. His handsome tusked face. His rippling pecks. His chiseled abs. And not to mention that irresistible, huge, angry, vainly, gray-green cock. Wrog filled his mind, as he lay suspended in Wrog's cum, soaking it all in. Delicious cum filled his mouth. The small barrel seemed to grow in size around him. His cum soaked body became younger and more delicate. His eyes became more prominent. His face and his proportions became more cute. Little did he know, the sex cursed cum he was soaking in was transforming him body and mind into Wrog's perfect subconscious desire. Not even the orc was aware of exactly how the nameless boy would transform. The fact that he possesses no name left him with no magic or magical resistance at all. He was an open book to the influence of the spell, ready to be reshaped and rewritten to a far larger degree than any normal person would.
It was the next day before Wrog broke open the barrel of cum with the boy inside, or was it another life time? The nameless boy's former life almost felt like it had been a dream. He spilled out onto the tiled bathroom floor. He coughed up cum and rubbed jiz from his eyes and blinked. He felt reborn. His new slim hairless legs wobbled as he tried to stand, making him seem like a newborn fawn. An unfamiliar cat tale wrapped around his slender leg. When had he gotten a tale!?
"Oh, wow," rumbled Wrog's deep voice. The nameless boy's new pointed kitten ears perked up at the sound. He looked up at Wrog, who seemed to be even more massive than yesterday. The neko shota's heart fluttered at the sight of him, standing there shirtless. Why was he so flustered? This was the guy who'd raped him and drowned him in cum. He should be furious. He should hate the orc. But instead he blushed with excitement and embarrassment at being naked in front of such an amazing person. What should he care if Wrog saw him naked? They'd already gone way past the point of blushing like a maiden at being seen naked, but the boy couldn't help it. Did he have a crush on Worg!? When did that happen!? It didn't make sense!
"Let me help you," Wrog said, helping his room mate and sex toy to steady himself on his feet. He wasn't used to this body yet.
"OMG! Wrog is touching me!" the neko screamed inside his own head. His heart was racing and he couldn't make eye contact. He wanted the squeel, run and hide. He wanted Wrog to touch him more and kiss him.
"You look... younger..." Wrog confessed, looking for words. Yesterday, the boy had been eye level with Wrog's nipples. Now he was standing upright and staring right at the orc's belly button. With the orc's cock that long and thick, the nameless shota wouldn't even have to bend down to give him a blow job. What was he thinking!? Blowjob!? Why would he want...? His mouth watered. Even his butthole twitched with eagerness. He felt empty and incomplete without something in it. Without Wrog in it. No! He tried to ignore those slutty instincts.
"If you're wondering why I'm able to resist fucking you like a beast like I did yesterday, it's because the curse comes in waves. I'm in a calm phase right now, so only very horny. Still able to hold back. But man, seeing you like this... this is going to be difficult. Hold on. I'll get something to clean you up with." Wrog went off to another room, leaving the speechless cat boy pining for him. He tried to shake Wrog out of his thoughts and focus instead on his new body. He was in a bathroom it seemed. The whole place was designed for someone of Wrog's massive build, so everything was far too big for the kitten. The sink was nearly up to his chin. He had to climb atop the thigh high toilet seat to be able to see himself in the mirror.
A pari of blond cat ears perturbed from his now golden blond hair. It was all matted with cum at the moment. His eyes were a complimentary golden, and were slitted like a cat's. A blond tale extended from just above his butt. He tried to guess his age, but he'd never been good at guessing ages. It was particularly difficult, because his large eyes and androgens face made him look deceptively cute. Yet somehow, he could still recognize his old self. Apart fromt he feline features and blond hair, he could have been his own younger brother. He still remembered everything of who he was, but he now felt more delicate and shy. A little more submissive, emotional and uncusre of what he should do. He had a total crush on the person he wanted to hate. In short, he was a perfect example of someone who needed a daddy to look after him and take care of him. Just thing of Wrog made him feel safe and secure. He knew that his owner would never do anything to hurt him. Owner!? All these new feelings and thought were difficult to prosess.
Looking down at his cum soaked body, he frowned. He couldn't present himself to Wrog like this. And this was Wrog's cum. He could smell it was his. He remembered how delicious it tasted. Without thinking, the kitten began to lick himself clean. He was surprised by how rough his sandpapery cat tongue had become.
"Sorry for taking so long. All the towels were in the laundry down on the ground floor, and..." He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing the adorable kitten boy displaying unnatural flexibility as he licked his own tiny penis clean. One leg was folded beneath him, and the other was sticking straight up into the air. Most of the cum had been licked off his body by this point. The cat boy still couldn't feel anything of his tiny penis, but even that seemed almost right to him. No matter how horny he got, he knew that only his master's pleasure mattered. At least that was the thought that came naturally to him. Another side of himself desperately wanted to cum though. His golden eyes met Wrog's onyx gaze, and he blushed again, crawling in a scramble to the corner in shy embarrassment. Or like a frightened little kitten that was still unsure of their new owner.