A college student finds out that his former professor (and current boyfriend) has a bit of a secret. Turns out the student has a secret too, one that will likely spell change for the whole campus.
With no small amount of reluctance, Kevin left the locker room. Once the orgy had finished, Coach stepped up to the plate, began instructing his team on the proper care and “feeding” of their new bodies. Most of them were giggling and rolling their eyes, as though they’d gotten this lecture many times before. Hart, too, was sitting bare-assed on the tiles with the rest of the team. He’d given Kevin a kiss and a grope goodbye, saying he had to finish practice, but that he’d meet up with him later on for their date.
Blushing and still horny, Kevin restored his body to human form (apart from the feet, of course) and re-dressed himself in the clothes he’d stuffed in the locker. He had a lot to report to Matt, and wanted to get back to his office before he forgot any of the delicious details. So intent was he as he drew near to the professor’s building that he didn’t see the man approaching until they nearly collided.
“Oh, excuse me!” The chubby older man said with a blush, his hand accidentally coming to rest on Kevin’s chest. Kevin blinked and realized that the other man wasn’t entirely human. He had the beginnings of a muzzle, purple, pointed, scruffy, with violet hair that shaded to black where it tufted out around his shirt collar. “I wonder if you can help me: I’ve been asking all over campus and I haven’t had much luck.”
Licking his lips and clearing his suddenly-dry throat, Kevin exerted his will to remain in his mostly-human form, feeling his body straining to grow at the older man’s touch and obvious change. “W-what can I help you with, sir?”
“I’m trying to find Kevin Connors.”
Hearing the gravelly voice say his name nearly made Kevin moan, but he kept his cool, saying jauntily: “Well, you just did.”
“Ah! Wonderful,” he removed his hand from Kevin’s chest, instead holding it up to shake. “Name’s Axel, I just wanted to thank you for all of your help.”
“Oh, I’m such a scale-brain sometimes. My son—with my son, Josh. You’ve been tutoring him, helping him with his history studies, right? He said you’ve really helped change his view, and he said that Professor Drake has been impressed with the improvement of his…work.” The part-human licked his lips again, as though recalling a pleasant taste. He blushed purple and added, “Not to mention other…techniques. He’s even given me some pointers on how to give good blowjobs.”
Kevin blinked, trying to process what he’d heard. Josh, the student who’d burst in on Kevin and the professor mid-rut, the student who’d grown a Spyro-styled tail and likely had a draconic cock to match—this was his father? A father he’d been swapping blowjob tips with? That certainly explains the muzzle, he thought, though I don’t remember tutoring…or maybe I do?
Even though the details were fuzzy, he now could remember sitting with the other student, discussing history as well as Professor Drake’s stylistic preferences when it came to term papers…and there had been some dragony fun as well, he recalled. He was so busy trying to envision the specifics that he didn’t notice the dragon-faced man pulling him into a hug, pulling the hug into a kiss, the squarish purple snout puckering to meet the still-human lips.
The taste was decidedly grapey, but further thought—and further exploration of the slobbery insides of the part-dragon’s mouth—suggested a richer flavor. It reminded Kevin of a drink he’d had a while back, at a fancy speakeasy-style bar: crème de cassis, the sweet blackcurrant liqueur that at first blush had tasted like a melted grape otter pop (Or are they called dragon pops now, he thought with a smirk as he dove in for another kiss.) but revealed the tangy complexities of its flavor slowly. This man tasted the same, and Kevin was sorely tempted to dive down to sample other aspects of him.
With obvious reluctance, however, Axel broke the kiss, blushing as his body shifted, having gained a few hundred pounds of dragony fat, his shirt now stretched tight around the violet—but still human-skinned—belly. “Well, now that I’ve found you, I’d better head back to Josh’s dorm room. He said he’s got some other tricks to show me. Thank you so much for helping him!” Kevin watched as the dad-dragon’s button-down shirt finally gave way under the massive bulk that hadn’t been there a few moments ago: with a scattershot of buttons, the belly burst free, revealing a hairy chest and belly.
He leaned a little closer, and his muzzle continued the movement, growing out into his usual beakish snout. Kevin inhaled deeply with the return of his draconic senses, burying his nose in the grape-purple shag carpet that had grown from the dad’s enlarged chest and belly. In addition to the rich cassis aroma, he could now detect that same chemical tag that seemed to say: “This is a dragonman.” His cock jumped and spurted in his jeans, flashing from human to draconic in an instant, and making his talons dig into the earth with the pleasure of it.
Chuckling at the impetuosity of youth, the increasingly purple dad patted Kevin’s head and chuckled, then reluctantly pulled away to head back to the dorm and his son. But as he turned around, Kevin couldn’t stop himself. The chubby plump rump was straining the material of Axel’s black khakis, and it—along with the mental vision of the student he’d only glimpsed, but now seemed to be tutoring, making out with this chunky hairy hunk of a father—was too much to bear. He ripped his jeans open, his cock springing free (after all, dragons and nearly-dragons don’t have much use for underwear) to fling a spurt of thick precum across the other man’s back. There was a tearing sound and Kevin watched as, before his eyes, a purple tail split the seat of the khakis. It was an exact match for the one his son had sprouted earlier, though plumper and dusted with violet hair in contrast to his son’s bright orange mane.
Kevin drooled at the sight, his body straining the rest of his clothes. The heightened horniness seemed contagious, as a few other guys walking by took notice, their feet bursting from their shoes, draconic claws clenching shredded rubber and canvas as they watched the plump purple Axel waddle away with his new tail. It took a significant force of will for Kevin to resist the urge to take the man then and there, plowing his shaft between the thick lavender-scaled globes, but he managed…barely.
A roar and a loud splash caught his attention, and his body seemed to relax with the distraction, once more only just on the cusp of bursting out of his remaining clothes—his jeans were left in tatters on the path behind him. The aquatics complex backed onto the tall building where Professor Drake had his office, the window of which overlooked the biggest of the campus’s three pools. The window! Kevin thought, recalling what had happened just the day before, the errant shot of dragoncum that had flown out unheeded.
A jet of water spouted high in the air, but the complex’s fence was too tall for Kevin to see over. Dragon-footed students and dragon-assed father alike forgotten, he raced over to the barrier. He could hear gurgles and shouts, and what sounded like roars among the splashing. His wings sprouted, threading themselves through the claw-cut holes in his shirt and letterman, flapping twice to easily loft the human high enough to see over the fence.
Kevin also noticed an open office window, with a familiar bald-and-bearded head peering out. Their eyes met and the professor gestured down at the pool.
The water was choppy and flecked with foam, but he could see plainly enough that the athletes within had been altered. The professor’s window-shot orgasm had been after the swim team’s practice had already finished for the day, so it had had time to disperse throughout the water. Which meant that the first swimmer diving in for practice just minutes ago had begun the process of creating a team of aquatic dragonmen. From what Kevin could see, they weren’t scaled the way he and the professor and Hart and the football team were; instead, they gleamed slickly in the bright light reflecting from the white pool deck and walls, their skin smooth like a dolphin’s.
With another flap, Kevin mounted the fence, perching like a gargoyle on the corner post, his bare claws perfectly suited for the job. Down in the deep end of the water, several swimmers cavorted, obviously making out, groping one another’s bodies, with no indication that they ever needed to come up for air. A splash and sprinkle of mist drew his attention to the shallower end where three swimmers were breaching like whales, leaping up through the water to splash down, their thick arousals taking the brunt of the impact. I guess it feels good, Kevin thought, a hand straying to his own bare crotch, otherwise they wouldn’t keep doing it!
One particularly thick aquatic dragon—built more like a linebacker than the lean ottery swimmer stereotype, he looked like he’d be an excellent addition to the school’s water polo team—had his arms stretched out across the rough surface of the pool deck. The rhythmic waves emanating from his body beneath the surface of the water showed just what he was up to: he was fucking the one of the water outlet holes where hot water emerged from the boilers tucked away to one side of the building which helped maintain the pool’s temperature.
Just then, the main doors opened, and the swim coach emerged. “Ok fellas,” he shouted good-naturedly. “That’s enough horsing around, let’s get started…practicing…?” He had a few other swimmers in tow, including one that Kevin recognized. He watched as the coach, his friend Tim, and the other still-dry swimmers stopped and stared at the cavorting of the aquatic dragons. At first they seemed conflicted, confused—a few even had the beginnings of fear show on their faces—but the mist from the breaching aquatic dragons must have carried some of the Professor’s diluted seed, certainly more than enough for the spectators to accept the altered reality.
The coach—who looked like an aging surfer, blond locks and all—turned to Tim, placing a hand on the swimmer’s bare chest, and draping the other arm around his shoulders to pull him in for a long kiss. Tim’s arousal was obvious from the tent in his golden speedo, and the other new-comers now seemed just as worked up by what they were seeing.
Just then, the thick dragon who’d been humping the hot water vent reached his climax. With a roar, his claws dug into the concrete of the pool deck, which split as his forceful orgasm burst the pipes all the way back through the pump and into the boiler itself. Hot steamy cum rained down, soaking everyone, frothing the water, slickening the pool deck, and spurring their changes on faster.
Tim’s growing and strengthening arms wrapped around his coach, holding him up even as his body shrank, surfer hair growing out into a long mohawk down his spine, quadrupedal limbs now ending in broad flippery claws. And still Tim made out with his coach, even as his speedo burst from the strain of holding back the newly dragonized swimmer’s tackle and tail.
Surprised from the speed of the transformation, which had been even more dramatic than the football team’s, Kevin looked up at the professor’s window. He quirked an eyebrow at the bald head, as though silently asking, “Well, you wanna join in?”
The question hardly needed to be asked, though, as both men grinned with growing muzzles and shed their own clothes. Kevin jumped from his perch, strong flaps letting him hover above the water. Matt leapt from his open window just before he’d grown too big to fit through, his wings spreading to let him glide down to Kevin’s waiting arms.
Even as they embraced, two swimmer-dragons spied them and porpoised across the water, lunging up to latch on to the flying dragon’s cocks. The blunt muzzles and soft tongues easily slurped down the shafts, but the weight of their new passengers caused Kevin and Matt to tumble, losing balance and dropping the twenty feet to the frothing, cum-tainted pool.
But once below the surface the two swimmers, lithe and playful as giant otters, coiled up to them; as though born to it, they began acting like living scuba tanks.
Their kisses long and air-filled, their rubbery lips making an excellent seal around the less-aquatic dragons’ mouths. Kevin glanced through the churning water at his beloved professor and saw the blissful look on the old dragon’s face as his blunter snout made out with the swimmer. His “scuba tank” was currently wrapped around his body, their cocks grinding and visibly leaking, pearly bubbles of precum floating up. Kevin’s own breathing aid must have had a beard as a human, because finny protuberances extended from his jaw, matching the frill that ran down from the center of his forehead.
When Kevin and Matt had recovered enough composure (and dragon-flavored air) to be able to swim to the surface on their own, the two scuba dragons detached, once again entwining with one another, an eel-like knot that slowly sank to the bottom of the pool. Still holding his breath, still underwater, Kevin watched as they continued to drop: the pool now seemed as deep and mysterious as any Loch. He could just barely make out their writhing forms in the dimness, still rutting without needing to rise for air.
Striking out with a few strong kicks, Kevin rose back to the surface where he found Matt languidly floating. Holding hands and swishing their tails for slow and easy propulsion, they glided towards the shallower end where their claws found purchase on the suddenly-stony bottom of the pool.
It struck Kevin that it seemed that the more dragons were involved, the more things changed: the aquatics complex looked less like the aging flat planes and rectangles of a modernist building from forty years ago, and now seemed to be more natural, like an ancient grotto shaped and cultivated over centuries. There were even reeds growing from the pool deck now, rattling softly in the wind, and providing low-calorie snacks for peckish swimmerdragons.
Wiping the admittedly-salty water from his eyes, he turned again to watch his friend Tim with the swimming coach. The faculty member had lost all resemblance to a surfer, his splayed legs and thick plank-like body making him look more like a smoothed-over alligator, his scales gleaming bluish-white, with a gold “racing stripe” on either side of his long blond mane. As Kevin watched, the thick thatch of hair fluttered as though in a breeze, stiffened, and merged into a spine-studded fin. His cock stretched out—just as Coach Cummings’s had—but instead of shifting to look more equine, it became a long flexible taper, like a whale’s, and the precum it was now leaking seemed more like fluid surfboard wax, perfect for keeping his swimmers’ scales bright and slick.
While the coach’s scales matched the school colors, the swimmer dragon he was currently blowing was now a deep and berry-like purple. Kevin waved at his friend, and Tim started to wave back, but shuddered, moaning and struggling to keep his footing as well as his hold on the quadruped. The coach’s long tongue had slipped down to tease the swimmer’s hole without ceasing the blowjob.
With a fluting roar and a spray of water from his mouth—reminding Kevin of his own fire-breath—Tim came straight down the coach’s throat, Tim’s changes completing as sea-ice-teal racing stripes zipped down the sides of his body, his eyes flashing from blue to match them. Just like the football coach, this prompting from his swimmer was more than enough for the swim coach to reach his own orgasm.
The former surfer’s flexible cock sprayed back and forth like a firehose, dousing the pool deck, the nearby swimmers, and even Kevin and Matt. Feeling suddenly friskier, Kevin licked the pearly cum from his muzzle, then slurped it off Matt’s bald head, enjoying the piña colada flavor. He was so busy lapping up the strands of tropical fruitiness that at first he didn’t even hear his name being called.
A throaty roar finally did catch his attention, and he turned back to look at the door leading to the locker room—which, from the amount of steam boiling out, now seemed more like a hot springs or onsen; indeed, there was a small rivulet of hot water flowing out from the door into the main pool—where a newly-familiar form stood waving at him. Kevin licked his lips, almost able to taste the cinnamon-and-vanilla scent of the blue dragon.
“Jimmy, what are you doing here?” He climbed out of the shallows, at first trying to cover his naked body before he realized that the football-playing dragon was just as nude as he was. The creamy white bellyscales and row of red spikes glinted in the sun, especially when his little batwings fluttered and dispersed the steam somewhat. He flexed and posed, showing off his chubby muscles.
“Silly,” Jimmy Hart said, chuckling as a wing-aided leap sent him barreling into Kevin’s arms. “I’m here for our date. Or did you not want to meet at the campus swimming hole?”
Kevin was too enthralled to reply, staring into Jimmy’s deep crimson eyes. The kiss caught him by surprise, but his beakish mouth parted easily to welcome his friend…or perhaps more than friend. He loved Matt, and he loved Jimmy. At that thought, he blinked and pulled back. Blushing fiercely beneath the green scales of his face, he turned to where the professor was still floating, fondling himself as he watched the two younger dragons making out.
“Don’t stop on my account,” the golden dragon rumbled happily, squeezing the base of his cock for emphasis. “You two fit so well together.”
“Y-you don’t mind?”
“Not at all, though I do mind not being introduced…or have I?” He scratched the glossy scales of his bald head, struck by the same sort of half-remembered new memories that Kevin had experienced before. It was as though he knew how things had been—a lonely dragonman, hiding as a human history professor, notquite-dating (but definitely fooling around with) his former student—and also remembered them as reality now said they were. He licked his lips, the taste of cinnamon and vanilla coming to mind.
Seeing Matt’s consternation, the blue dragon spoke up. “I’m Jimmy, Jimmy Hart, sir. Kevin and I, well…” he blushed, unable to finish the sentence either from bashfulness or from the still-altering reality.
“You two are quite a cute couple,” the professor said, slowly, testing how the sentence felt in his mouth and head. Finding it pleasant, he added, “I feel almost like a father to you two.”
Kevin took up the train of thought, blinking in surprise—it was as though he were reading a script he’d only just been handed. “Well, and why not? You’d make a great dad and—” he blushed again, remembering what Axel had told him about his relationship with Josh. “I mean, I feel so close to you…’Dad’…” He leaned in, offering his muzzle to the older dragon, eyes misty.
“Well, ‘son,’ I can’t argue with that,” Matt said softly, craning his neck to meet Kevin’s lips, their draconic beards twining as they shifted, each looking a little more like the other. The kiss was long and slow, and seemed to blot out reality: the splashes and trumpeting roars of the swimmers faded away, the water and concrete and stone of the pool vanishing to insensibility, even their bodies dwindling from their awareness, until all that was left was two tongues, two mouths, two hearts.
The tongue on his rump slowly brought Kevin back to reality.
He felt it delving deeper, as though trying to kiss him inside as well as out. A quick glance backward confirmed his suspicion: a blue head with blond hair and red spikes was tucked up under his thick tail, the tongue occasionally lapping out to slurp at his balls. His underside was decidedly, deliciously moist.
Rising up from the water like some great seabeast, Matt sat on the edge of the pool, maneuvering his body so he was now under Kevin. Belly-to-belly, cock-tocock, chest-to-hairy chest, four sturdy green-scaled pillars holding the younger dragon up over his new “father.” Kevin felt his tail lifted by a strong hand, tender claws caressing the yellow scutes, sliding downwards.
His mouth found Matt’s just in time, as the first thrust from the blue dragon’s thick shaft pushed the other two into a deep kiss. “Ohhhh guck mmmfh,” Kevin moaned through the soft white beard of his professor ‘dad.’
“That’s the idea,” Jimmy purred, leaning forward to whisper in one of Kevin’s long ears. “I love you, you know,” they both shuddered happily at that statement,
Kevin wordlessly moaning his assent. With a roll of his hips, the blue dragonman pistoned his shaft deeper into Kevin, who was nearly insensate from the feeling of the subtle ridges and bumps—not to mention the size—that made a dragonman cock so much more interesting than a human’s. Fur-tufted ball sacs brushed against one another, churning and heavy.
Matt was in heaven, loving the fact that his big belly was being used as a fulcrum for his ‘sons-with-benefits’ to make love. The older dragon’s cock kept bumping against Kevin’s, pressing together with each thrust, sweet peppermint precum mixing with his own leather-and-pipe-smoke juices, slickening their bellies and puddling down around his hips.
Jimmy seemed lost to the world: his wings hung slack and his tail was motionless, barely used for counterbalance as he humped his mate. His massive draconic heart was pumping hard, filling his shaft with blood as he drew closer; his claws dug harmlessly into tail and flank, giving him better leverage.
Then, suddenly, Kevin felt something odd. A part of his mind had been keeping track of the way Matt’s shaft was swelling within him, longer, thicker, harder, hotter, aided by the occasional spurt of cinnamon-vanilla pre. The way the shy and uncertain man had come into his own as a dragon really warmed his heart (not to mention his currently-being-pounded rump), and the green dragonman felt himself swooning into the kiss he shared with Matt. The professor was being so supportive, figuratively and literally, and Kevin wondered abstractedly if the three of them would end up just sharing a big bed together. Or do dragonmen sleep in nests? he wondered…but at the thought of that word, “nest,” he also thought of the other thing creatures did in nests.
Because there was indeed something odd going on in his insides. Whether it was his own magic reacting to his thoughts, or the combined energies of father and lover, or simply a natural outgrowth of the changes thus far, he couldn’t have said. What he could say—if he weren’t still sharing breath with the bald golden dragon—was that something had changed. It was though a biological clock he hadn’t known existed had suddenly begun to tick, as though glands that hadn’t existed started producing…what?
He got his answer all too soon. Jimmy’s cock met resistance, preventing him from pushing forward the last inch or so. Acting on newfound instinct, he leaned forward, his teeth gently gripping Kevin’s shoulder in a love bite that sent hormones coursing through the green dragonman’s body. The resistance melted away, and Jimmy hilted himself in his mate, growling around the drool-soaked shoulder as his muscles tightened reflexively and he came.
The flood of hot cream warmed Kevin from the inside out, and he moaned into Matt’s mouth, his own shaft throbbing, his own orgasm almost reached…but something was holding him back. Something was incomplete.
“Oh, fuck…Kevin…I’ve never…” Jimmy grunted as another wave flooded through him, as though his body were trying to fill the other dragon to the brim. “I’ve never cum this much before,” he finished, panting. He fell backwards onto the pool deck, his shaft emerging with a lewd wet pop that drew applause from the swimmers who’d been gathered around to watch the show. A few shots of aquatic cum blasted into the air as a few of them expressed their extreme appreciation for such a deliciously lurid act of love.
Kevin finally broke the kiss with his professor, his insides feeling heavy and hot, and unsettled. “Matt, what…oh…wow…” It seemed as though the gallon-or-so of cinnamon-vanilla cum had suddenly vanished, sucked up by his innards, which now felt even heavier. Something within him moved, a smooth boulder or metal nugget perhaps. The golden dragon below him looked up with knitted brows, pushing himself up on his elbows for a closer look at his son’s face.
“Kevin, are you all right?”
“Y-yeah, it doesn’t hurt—it…oh…it feels pretty good—it’s just…weird…oh fuck.” Kevin’s head dropped, pressing into Matt’s chest, for comfort or support he didn’t know. The gold claws caressed the green scales as Kevin’s cock pulsed and dripped and his tail raised high of its own accord.
Jimmy, meanwhile, had recovered his composure and was crouched on his knees, staring at the smooth-scaled donut he’d so recently been plowing. “Kevin…there’s something…”
“Catch it!” was all Kevin could grunt as his innards squeezed and his hole stretched open, his whole body focused on pushing—so much so that he didn’t even realize he was orgasming until he felt the thick ropes of cum splattering his down-thrust chin, dripping onto Matt’s chest.
“Holy fuck, Kevin,” Jimmy said, with surprise and what might have been pride in his voice. “You’ve gotta see this.”
Matt craned his neck, looking over the bulk of his son. His eyes went wide when he saw what the blue dragon was holding, and he gently gripped Kevin’s arm, squeezing it to bring him back to reality.
Lifting his head, Kevin’s eyes met Matt’s, and he stared with almost-drunken amorousness at the older beast, cum dripping from his long muzzle. Matt leaned forward to slurp at the runnels, cleaning up his boy, then he gestured with an eloquent eyebrow.
Finally back to his senses, Kevin arched his neck, looking back over his shoulder at the blue dragon still squatting behind him. “Jimmy, is that…did that…did that come out of me?”
Grinning like a proud father, the football player held a precious weight cradled in both arms. A blue-speckled egg, dripping glossy goo, sat heavily in his grasp. It was roughly the size and shape of a rugby ball—fatter and less pointed than its American cousin—and the smooth and slightly-flexible surface made for easier laying. Kevin still couldn’t quite believe what had happened, despite the fact that he was there for every moment of it.
Matt and Kevin, in a tangle of limbs and bellies, managed to get up off the pool deck and take the short few steps to where Jimmy crouched with his armful of new life. Kevin placed a hand on its gloopy surface, feeling the pulsing heat from within.
“So it really is an egg,” Matt mused. “And yet, you’re certainly not female,” he glanced down appreciatively at his newly-adopted son’s still drooling cock. “Kevin, it’s possible that you’ve affected reality more than I’d have imagined—” he paused, interrupted by an odd, churning sensation inside him. It was as though he’d suddenly sprouted a new organ or gland, something that would make it possible for him to lay eggs too. Making a mental note to stop by the Medical Sciences building, he stepped forward, touching the egg with tender reverence.
“I guess that makes you a granddad, Professor,” Jimmy said, blushing hard. He dipped his head to lick his egg—his son-to-be—clean, so the others couldn’t see the joyful tears spangling his sparkling eyes.
“We’re quite the family,” Kevin said, draping an arm around each of his two favorite men—dragonmen—in the world. “Though, something tells me we’re about to make our little family a bit bigger…”
Matt couldn’t quite tell if his son was referring to the changes he’d noticed on campus, or the changes he’d felt within his own body, but whatever happened, he was glad. After centuries of being the only dragonman, of having to hide his existence, his true self, he was finally able to spread his wings. And thanks to his adopted son-with-benefits, he’d felt more alive than he had in a long time.
Thinking about the future, he puffed a smoke ring that floated out over the pool, watching as it was speared by water jets (and other sorts of fluids) shot out by the playful swimmerdragons. He placed a hand on his belly, not noticing that it seemed to be a bit bigger than before, a bit more…full. If this kept up, he thought, he’d need help keeping track of the different types of dragons his beloved Kevin was bringing into existence.