"Made it..." Jack panted as he entered into the classroom. Steven was right behind him to the large auditorium style classroom. The theatre seating allowed for a lot of students to be in the class, but the school tended to not let more than 30 students take the same one at the same time. Jack headed down towards his usual seat at the front but found a finger hooked into his collar and pull him back.
"Nuh-uh," Steven shook his head. "Up here." He pulled Jack back to the highest row and moved towards the center of the classroom.
Jack sat down. "But--" he tried to protest until Steven's big arm wrapped around his shoulder and held him in place. A warm feeling wrapped around him as he leaned deeper into the one armed hug. Steven's musky scent surrounded him and he didn't want to move.
Mr. Dooley looked up from the desk at the front of the classroom. He sent a bit of a glare towards the two. Jack was doing fine in his class and Steven was only passing because he'd gotten a stern talking to from Coach Burton. He shuffled some papers and then stood up. "Alright class--" he started the lecture, turning on the projector. A powerpoint presentation started.
Jack pulled out his notebook. However, a chuff of laughter from Steven made him look over at the jock. That arm that had been holding him tightly had moved from around Jack's shoulder, but instead of reaching for a notebook or pencil, it landed in Jack's lap. The massive hands were surprisingly nimble as they undid the drawstring of Jack's shorts. That same hand reached in and gently stroked the cock inside.
"St-Steven," Jack moaned. His little body writhed under the sensation. Both of his legs squeezed together as his muscles tightened.
"Is there a problem Mr. O'Hare?" Mr. Dooley asked.
Jack instantly straightened up. "No sir," he chanted. Steven's hand continued to lower Jack's shorts and completely expose the other man's cock. It was standing straight up underneath the desk. Steven's grip held as Mr. Dooley stared them down.
"Would you like to return to your normal seat? Then Mr. Carson won't be so much of a distraction," Mr. Dooley offered.
"N-no sir," Jack repeated. "I'm okay up here."
Mr. Dooley let out a bit of a grunt. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on between those two, but he wasn't going to hold up the class either. "Anyways," he said as he went back to his lecture.
'What are you doing?!' Jack mouthed. He was only met with another cocky grin from Steven as those nimble fingers went back to work. "Aaa---" Jack bit into his bottom lip trying his damnedest to keep his moan from coming out. His hard cock throbbed at the feeling and balls were locked and loaded. He gripped onto the edges of the desk as he faced forward.
Steven continued his little onslaught as he watched Jack do everything in his power to remain as inconspicuous as possible. It wasn't very good. His face was twisting and turning with each little swipe of his finger. Not to mention how bright red it was. Though, Steven also couldn't help notice the teeth Jack had used to bite his bottom lip and grown substantially. The two small squares poked a bit further out than they should have and almost seemed bigger.
Then again, he could feel the same in his mouth. The feeling was a bit more subtle than it had been the night before, but he could definitely feel his own teeth growing sharper. Then there was the hair around the back of his hand. The small amount was rapidly growing thicker, covering nearly the entire back side with golden fur. And then there was the pulling feeling on his tailbone again. Steven could only barely hold back the, 'Oh fuck yeah,' he desperately wanted to say. Just feeling the magic around his body was turning him on.
Steven may have enjoyed this feeling, but Jack was struggling to stay normal. Especially after one of Steven's fingers slid under his balls, gently stroking his taint and then asshole. With the slightest bit of pressure, Jack couldn't help himself anymore. His smallish cock burst onto the bottom of the desk he was sitting in. He jumped at the sensation as it continued to throb and spew out cum underneath it.
Mr. Dooley stopped class again to look up at the two. "Is there a problem?"
"N-n-nnngh," Jack groaned as the discomfort in his stomach started up again. He leaned over in pain, gripping it as more moans and groans came out of him. "Sir--" he barely made out as he squeezed his ass cheeks together with all his might. "I need to go."
"Of-Of course," Mr. Dooley hadn't seen one of his students act like this before. Everyone else in class was gawking at the display as Jack stood up and staggered towards the door. It didn't help that the seating was so close and that there was barely any room to move.
However, Jack was struggling for a different reason. It didn't matter how hard he tried to keep the egg from coming it, it was slowly making its way through. He could feel it spreading his asshole wide open as more and more of it peaked out of him. He tried to squeeze the egg back in but only more of it seemed to breach. He lost the battle and it slid down his shorts and onto the floor.
Steven was quick to gather their things and get up. He followed Jack out and completely ignored the egg. It was just another one ready to be 'hidden'. He rushed out of the classroom receiving an angry sigh from the teacher. Mr. Dooley focused the attention of the class back onto him as Steven and Jack rushed out of the room.
Jack did his best to sprint down to the bathroom and rushed inside. He could already feel another one pushing out of him. "D-damn it!" he cursed as he sat down onto the toilet and several eggs dumped out of him. Each one making a splash as it hit the water in the bowl. It took a few moments before his breathing was able to even out. His stomach and ass still hurt a bit, but it wasn't nearly as bad.
"Jack?" Steven's deep voice called for him.
"Yeah..." Jack muttered. "In here..."
"You alright?"
Jack let out a grunt. A bit of annoyance followed the euphoria. "Why'd you do that?"
"Cause you're my boyfriend," Steven answered.
Several knots formed in Jack's stomach. It wasn't the same as the discomfort before. Though, it still made him uncomfortable. "No way..." he said. "You're straight."
"Maybe," Steven answered. His tail swished back and forth. "But when I look at you all I wanna do is please you."
Jack's face burned red. He squirmed a bit on the toilet as one of the fantasies he'd been holding onto for years was somehow playing out before his eyes. However, that glee quickly dissipated when he saw the lion's tail on the other side of the door. "Steven?" Jack stood up and went to the main part of the bathroom. "Why do you have a tail?"
"Hmm?" Steven looked back barely even recognizing it as something out of the ordinary. "Same reason you do buddy."
Jack reached behind him to feel the little rabbit tale just above his butt. "Uh-oh..."