The Nameless Student sat in the barrel for an unknown amount of time, stewing in orc juices. Time had no meaning for him. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days? For all he knew it could have even been years.
However long it was, his body and mind had long since been remoulded by the time the lid was removed and strong, rough hands pulled him from the barrel. Blinking against the sudden light, he licked his lips, savouring the delicious taste of orc cum. Rubbing his eyes clear, he looked up at the gorgeous hunk cradling him in his arms.
“Shit man,” said Wrog, apologetically, “You should’ve spoken up; if I’d known you were my new roomie I’d never have…” He shrugged sheepishly and nodded at the cum barrel. The Nameless Student looked at him blankly, not really understanding his meaning.
“Here,” said Wrog, “Let me show you what’s happened to you.” He carried the Nameless Student gently over to the sink and held him up to show him his reflection. The student gaped, shocked at what he saw.
In the mirror was the prettiest orc he’d ever seen. His body was soft and feminine by human standards, yet still obviously male. What little body hair he now had was green peach fuzz that blended with his pale green skin and the shaggy green hair on his head had a natural tousled look. Like Wrog he had tusks, but where the larger orc’s were big and manly, his were small and cute. He could’ve sworn he looked younger; enough that he could probably pass as jailbait wait if you were into that sort of thing, but not quite enough to be shotacon.
Wrog blushed. “I’ve always had a thing for feminine guys,” he explained “Human or elf feminine that is; orc women are as manly as orc men. Sometimes it’s hard to even tell orc men and women apart even for other orcs! I like soft delicate things, but I still yearn for an orc mate. I guess that’s what my curse turned you into.” He blushed harder, realising he was rambling.
The Nameless Student looked up at him, wondering what had caused such a severe personality shift. Guessing what the quizzical look meant he coughed and said “When you first came in I was so pent up it was demolishing my reasoning. It was so long since I’d had a proper fuck that I lost all self control, sorry. It’s part of my curse, if I don’t have the release of sex with another person it builds up and up and so forth. Believe it or not I was actually quite calm before the curse hit me.”
The Nameless Student smiled up at him. Wrong set him down and he found he’d shrunk and now was level with the burly orc’s rock hard abs. Resting his head on Wrog’s stomach, he wrapped his arms around the orc. Or mor accurately spread his arms and pressed them into him considering the size disparity.
“Maybe it’s the curse talking,” he said in a soft, high pitched voice “But I don’t care. I just want to pleasure you Master. I’m your fuck toy and all I live for is to be your toy.
Wrog ruffled his hair affectionately and said “We should probably tell the Dean about what’s happened to you, …” he paused and asked “What is your name by the way?”
“I don’t have one,” he replied.
“That won’t do,” sighed Wrog “Hmm, let me think…to me you look like a…”