Becoming (hs mast tf fant)
by toddmen8302
Bobby walked down the hall to class on his way back from lunch. He was a freshman at PS248 this year. As he walked, Scott caught up with him, and they began to talk.
"Hey Bobby. What's up?"
"Not much Scott. What're you doing after school?"
"I'm going to the football game. You gonna go?"
"Nah. I'm not much for sports. How come you're gonna go though? You don't like PE any more than I do. I never figured you for the sportsfan type."
Scott chuckled. "Yeah, well, I figure if I get spotted by the right people, it might help my status, you know?"
Bobby looked to his friend flatly. "You want to be popular with the jocks? I don't know. It seems kind of lame to me. I mean, at best you can only socialize with the wannabe jocks. The real ones will be too busy playing to notice you. I'd rather hang out with the preps if I was going for fame. I'm surprised you're doing something like this at all though. It doesn't seem like you."
"Look Bobby. We have a long way to go here, and it would be really nice if the next three years went smoothly. We' aren't nerds, but we aren't that visible either."
The second bell rang, and Scott had to bolt for his class. Before he did, Bobby shot him a grin and said, "I know. You just want the girls to notice you."
Bobby grinned and replied, "Yeah. So? You saying there's something wrong with that?"
Scott ran off and Bobby slipped into class.
After school Bobby went home and started in with his usual routine. He had a snack, played some video games, did his homework, went online a bit, and then played some more games before bed. Bobby had done this ever since sixth grade so the process was usually a mindless one. However, today he had thought about his little conversation with Scott--a lot. He did like girls, and he wouldn't have minded being popular. But the whole thing just seemed so unreal. He felt like if he was Scott, he'd feel like he was selling out.
By the time Bobby went to bed, he had decided things were fine for now. He didn't have to act like Scott, and he didn't have to dislike him for his decision.
Time went by and Bobby saw less of Scott. Apparently he had met the right people and started hanging out with them. Bobby was a little upset, feeling as if he was losing his friend. Scott had been the only person close enough to to him at school to be considered a friend. They had met each other the first day of school and bonded through their insecurity as most freshman do. Bobby decided to be supportive of his friend by keeping his mouth shut. If Scott was happy he didn't want to ruin it for him, no matter how hard the change was for him. Little did he know, however, that he'd be going through some changes himself soon.
More months rolled by, and spring came around. Bobby and Scott's friendship was still strained, and Bobby felt aweful about it. By now his entire view of the situation had changed. He decided that if things kept going on like this that he'd give up on Scott next year. Not that that would be so hard. Surely Scott would forget all about Bobby over summer break.
These thoughts filled Bobby's mind all day. It was depressing. Not to mention that it had been a rather warm spring day as well. So he was quite miserable. His mind was clouded by everything and he found it hard to concentrate.
Bobby trudged home from school. When he got home he went through everything as usual, though a bit unfocused. Bedtime finally rolled around, and Bobby felt relief. He hoped the sleep would do him good. As he started to get ready for bed though, something happened. The haze in his head grew stronger, and he couldn't fight it. Giving in, he found his mind taking control of his body on its own. Bobby slowly undressed. His body was suddenly more sensitive. He noted how good it felt to have his clothes slowly sliding off of him. Once he was naked, he slipped into bed and closed his eyes. There would be no pajamas tonight, instead, there would be the strange new sensations of sheets against bare skin. Heat against bare skin. His own touch felt new and wonderful, and although his state of mind was completely different now, it wasn't altogether bad to him.
The next morning Bobby woke up feeling like his usual self again. He dressed and headed for school. Things were looking a lot better. Even the heat had subsided. Everything had gone back to normal, at least until that night anyway. Once more as he readied for bed Bobby could feel the haze come over him and the room grow hot. He began to panic a little as he didn't expect it to happen again. He didn't know what was happening or what was causing it either. But he soon calmed down and remembered the experience of the night before. It wasn't all that bad, so he gave in to it.
Bobby slept naked again that night, and for every night following for the next month. The haze had seemed to rise and then ebb over the time period. By the end of it Bobby was surprised that it had stopped. He even missed the nightly event, so much so that the night it stopped, he undressed and slept nude anyway. He then quickly found himself opting to sleep nude every night from that point on.
Spring break came around, and Bobby spent most of his time outside. Usually he would spend the entire week with his videogames, but his attitude had changed this year for some reason.
When school was back in Scott caught up with Bobby.
"Hey Bobby. Wow. I can't believe how dark you've gotten. You used to be white as sheets. I guess You traded in your videogames for some time in the oven." Scott laughed.
Bobby looked at his arm and then said, "Whoa. I didn't even notice man." Scott laughed again, and both boys went to class. Scott noticed that Bobby seemed different today. Aside from the major tan, the boy was more laid back and a little more confident. Noticing things like that made Scott wonder if he hadn't been spending enough time with Bobby. The two never really hung out to begin with, but noticing things like that finally made him realize how much they had grown apart.
That night Bobby laid down on his bed just before he was about to undress for the night. As soon as he laid down he could feel the old familiar haze come over him again. He was a little excited that it was back and wondered what would happen this time around. He grew hot, and the heat brought with it the old heightened state of sensitivity that Bobby loved. He let himself slip into the other state of consciousness allowing his mind to take over. Once he did, he found his hands slowly caressing his chest and torso. He began to lust and fantasize, though his fantasies were different than most. He had the urge to transform, to become something different. What that was, he didn't know.
The desire grew within him, and he became more aroused. Bobby's nipples hardened underneath his shirt. His hands moved to feel them, concentrate on them. For a moment Bobby just closed his eyes and took in the feeling. He then opened his eyes as he felt his cock grow hard beneath his jeans. Bobby began focusing on his feet now. He still longed for transformation and found himself wishing that his feet would grow. Bobby's mind hazed over more, yet his conscious could still recognize what was happening. He could feel his feet slowly swell within his socks and shoes. It was the strangest thing he had ever experienced and normally would have cried out in fear, but because his other self was in control now, because he had surrended to that other self, he watched pleasurably as it took place. Soon he could hear the sound of foot ripping through sneaker followed by foot ripping through sock. Bobby was in love. He wanted to kiss, lick, suck on the appendage that had been reborn.
The boy moved to open his pants which released his raging hard cock. 5x3 inches of throbbing rock hard boy cock stuck out of the crotch of his jeans as he leaned forward to embace his feet. As he did so they started to transform one more. Toes grew together into lumps. The lumps expanded to form paws. White fur grew over the new rabbit's feet. Bobby removed the remains of his shoes and brought the marvels close to him. He kissed, licked, and sucked as he desired, and as he did he made sure to rub the heel of his paw against his cock. All the while his new personality gently cooed him on. His regular self could only concentrate on the pleasure. He needed release, and he needed it bad.
Bobby didn't notice, but as he contuinued to pleasure himself the rest of his body began to transform. By the time he came, the transformation was complete and Bobby had become a wererabbit. He humped his foot franticly as he felt the approch of orgasm. It was all he could do not to yell out in pure ecstacy. Load after load of boy juice shot up from his cock like a fountain. He was thrown back onto his bed as his body arched and twisted with orgasm. The cum landed on his furry torso and he quivered with his first ejaculation ever. Eventually the orgasm subsided and Bobby found himself in a new kind of haze, the magnificent afterglow of a cosmic orgasm. As he relaxed though, he started to change once more. The boy's body stretched, and his chest began to gain definition. The experience was short lived, however, and it hadn't made much of a difference. But Bobby was glad to have somewhat of a chest now at least.
Eight more times he brought himself to orgasm before morning approached. He would have continued except that he would have to go to school. Bobby got up and showered then came back into his room to dress. As he caught sight of himself in his mirror he noticed that he was still a wererabbit.
"How am I supposed to go to school like this??" As he talked to himself, he mindlessly brought a paw up to run it across his chest; eventually keepling to the nipples. It felt so good to play with them. Especially in his sexy new body. But the boy snapped himself out of such thoughts to focus on the problem again.
"No! I have to think of a way to change back..." He thought a moment and then stumbled upon an idea.
"When I was changing before, it was happening because I wanted it to... I think. So then I can just will myself back to normal. It's worth a shot."
Bobby closed his eyes and concentrated on his old self. Slowly he became human again. Though his height and chest remained the same. He opened his eyes to look at himself. Once more his hand rose up to feel his chest and nipples for a moment.
"No! I have to get to school... I wonder if I can change other stuff though..." The instant he thought this, his other self took ove. Black leather anklets, bracelets, ear cuffs, a collar, waistbad, and cock ring, all spiked, appreared on his body.
"Holy crap!" Inside his head Bobby could hear the voice of his new self speak to him. Just relax and let me take over. Surrender to me and I'll make everything feel good.
Bobby let go, and suddenly he was the new person. His voice even changed, becoming a little deeper and softer. His whole body relaxed, and he want about life in a laid back manner. He didn't know why he was acting this way, but the truth was that his new self knew there was no need to worry about anything. He had the power and could take control of anything he wanted.
He finished getting ready by spiking his hair wildly and putting on some clothes. He used his new power to transform them as well, changing the fit and style. He decided he'd have to loose the waistband in order for his pants to fit. Before he left for school Bobby took one last look at himself in the mirror. What once was a 5'8" 160# white boy was now a 6'0" 180# deeply tanned, spiked out, laid back, goth boy dressed in a black shirt and olive green cargo pants with black sneakers. It was all he could do to keep from faking sick just so he could stay home and play with himself all day.
To be continued? If you want to see more and have any suggestions, please send me a note.