Transformation Three Pack: Drake and Spencer *C*

[This story was inspired by this photo here.]

Drake felt a pain in his tailbone as he helped his new roommate, Spencer, carry an unwieldy bureau up the narrow stairs. “Thank goodness you’re so built,” Spencer said as he sized up Drake’s bulky torso. Something about Spencer’s eyes made him uncomfortable, but the pain at the base of his spine was too distracting to focus on anything else.

While Spencer rearranged the cupboards in the kitchen, Drake twisted to get a glimpse of the throbbing nub he could feel just above his buttcrack. “I hope you don’t mind,” Spencer said as he poked his head in. Drake yanked up his jeans, his face flushed. “I moved some things around in the kitchen so we could fit both of our stuff. Want to come take a look?” Drake was thankful Spencer didn’t ask what he had interrupted.

Drake couldn’t ignore the pain two days later went he climbed into his truck. As he sat down, he yelped and pushed himself up with his hands. Confused, he felt where the nagging ache had been and found a curly, fleshy tail.

This he could see in the mirror, although his eyes didn’t believe it. He gently flicked the spiraling growth with his fingers, uncurling it and rubbing along its length. With his eyes closed he felt every touch in his new appendage. He considered calling a doctor, considered cutting it off himself, but chose instead to do his best to ignore it. He started sitting on the edge of chairs. When Spencer invited him to popcorn and Netflix, Drake set a couple of pillows on the seat and aimed his little tail between them. Spencer raised an eyebrow and smirked but made no comment, thankfully.

Two weeks later Drake doubled over, grabbing at his shirtless torso. It felt like a half dozen insect stings all at once. When the pain subsided he grabbed at the rising lumps on his abdomen. His first thought was that he was growing new tails on his stomach, but this pain was different. Minutes after they had sprouted, the new nubs--six of them, in two parallel rows down his chiseled abs--didn’t hurt anymore. He tried to deny how pleasant it felt to tweak and twist each one. They looked just like nipples, like he’d always had eight.

Spencer entered suddenly, carrying a plate of cookies. “In the mood for some peanut butter chip?” he asked. Drake failed to cover his stomach with his hands. Spencer just blinked and smiled. “Are those new?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” Drake curtly replied. Without further comment he slipped into his room and put on a tank top. This didn’t help (the nipples poked right through) so he put on another t-shirt over that. Spencer gently knocked on his door, startling him.

“These cookies are still warm if you’d like some,” Spencer said, extending the plate. “Unless you’re, y’know, keeping that torso nice and tight.”

Drake smiled, brushed off the comment, and politely took a cookie. He had only intended a single bite but ended up shoving the entire thing in his mouth.

“Have another,” Spencer offered and Drake grabbed a few more. This seemed to please Spencer.

That night, as Drake stepped out of the shower, the cold air made all eight of his nipples suddenly hard and sensitive. He gently tweaked the bottom two, watching his dick jump right to attention. Something about it felt so good. He rubbed up and down with his hands, trying to stimulate them all at once. Once a girl he’d been dating had slipped a thumb in his ass while she was blowing him. This was like that, erotic stimulation without even touching his dick. He hated how much he liked it.

He came hard, his whole body shuddering as his untouched dick spewed gobs of cum on the bathroom floor. He was panting as he wiped it up with a washcloth.

“We need a roommate meeting,” Spencer said in a note on the kitchen counter. That was the last thing Drake wanted, but he agreed anyway, having a seat while Spencer spoke in a soft, gentle voice: “I know what’s happening to you.”

Drake stared, not ready to admit that anything was.

“This happens to a lot of my roommates, especially the straight ones. Your body’s changing in little ways, isn’t it?”

Drake shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said. Then he snorted. The sound shocked him and made Spencer sigh deeply. He couldn’t deny it. “My… sinuses…” he began to explain.

“You’re slowly growing pig parts, aren’t you? A tail, nipples… You’re lucky you don’t have a snout yet.”

Drake put a hand up to his face, thankful it was still as he remembered it.

“I don’t know how to say this,” Spencer said, “but there’s only ever been one way to remove it.”

Drake didn’t have it in him to say anything, but he felt desperate to here what Spencer had to say.

“You have to suck my dick.”

Drake felt like he’d had cold water splashed in his face. He rolled his eyes, pushed his seat away from the table and headed toward his room. He’d been ignoring signs that his roommate was gay and into him for weeks, distracted by his own issues, but this was too much. As he slammed his door behind him, Spencer knocked and spoke through it: “It won’t stop. It will just keep going and at one point you won’t be able to reverse it.” Drake shut off his lights, pulled his covers over him and twisted a pillow around his head to drown Spencer out. “Fine,” Spencer said. “Come see me when you change your mind.”

The next morning when Drake woke, he felt something strange poking out from his lips. Before he opened his eyes he reached up and felt two of his lower teeth had doubled in size. They poked out of his mouth like tusks. His hand moved anxiously up and his nose was gone, replaced by some flat, sticky, animal-like thing. He raced to the bathroom to look.

He had a big, oozing snout that twitched and snorted with each breath. His mouth had also changed shape. His teeth reminded him of a boar. It took him a full minute to accept what he was seeing, after which he decided he could look at it no more. He ran back to his room and crawled back into bed, distracted by the “oink” sounds he kept making. He would have stayed there all day, except his stomach was growling painfully around noon. He had never felt so hungry. Drake pulled on a sweatshirt and hid within the hood. He peered around the corners of his apartment, doing his best to avoid Spencer. When he finally got to the fridge, he threw open the door desperately.

On the bottom shelf, in what could only be described as a small metal trough, was a mixture of oats and apple cores. “Slop” was the only word that came to mind. Drake’s eyes lit up. He had never wanted to eat anything in his whole life.

On his hands and knees, grunting frantically, he crawled forward and put his head in the trough. He chomped frantically--had he ever eaten anything so delicious in his life? Every minute or so he pulled back, grunting and squealing as he gasped for breath, then buried his face in it again. Just before he was finished he felt something gently tickling the back of his neck. He liked the feeling.

“That’s a good piggie,” Spencer said as Drake pulled his face out of the fridge. Now that he had eaten, shame washed over him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Spencer reached out and tickled something floppy on the side of his head. “Look at these soft ears!” he exclaimed. Drake shivered as Spencer tickled his new ears. He pulled away, heading for the safety of his bedroom. “It’s only going to get worse!” Spencer declared as Drake slammed the door shut.

Hours later Drake felt the hunger again. As he threw off his blankets he saw that his hands were gone, replaced by stinky hooves. He stared in disbelief, then toppled out of his bed. His feet had also become hooves. Horrified, he headed for his bedroom door, trying not to hear the click-clack of his hoof-feet on the floor. He fumbled with the handle, unable to turn it with his new appendages.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in,” came Spencer’s voice softly from the other side of the door. “Ready to be a man again? Or should I call the farm and tell them to get ready for a new prized porker?”

Drake tried to speak but all that came out were grunts and squeals. Horrified, he suddenly realized he had no choice. The handle turned slowly and Drake fell down to all fours, unable to look up at his roommate as he dropped his pants.