Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 03:05:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alistair Bentley <xformguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Headshop: Hound: Chapter 6

Headshop: Hound
Chapter 6: Self-Interest

By Xformguy

When I got home, Ken wasn't there. I had hoped I'd stayed out long enough
for him to leave and it had worked. He still had his books and shit piled
on his desk, still working on whatever paper he was working on. My body
ached and I didn't care. I got undressed and crawled into bed, on impulse,
pulling my comforter completely over my head. I fell asleep pretty quickly.

I roused a little when Ken came in, but didn't reach full awareness. I
remember hearing him move around in the dark, putting his keys down,
getting undressed himself. I pushed my nose out of the comforter and
sniffed and, more than anything else, his scent confirmed his identity. I
smelled something else on him, though, something I instinctively labeled as
"woman." I realize that he'd just had sex. He was still a little flushed
and he had a slight build up of sweat on him. He got into bed and I rolled
over, returning to sleep.

I dreamed. The images that came to me were sexual, but beyond wild acts of
coupling, I couldn't remember details, only the humping of the bed. As soon
as I got more aroused, the fear of shooting came to and I woke up enough to
suppress it. If I shot, I'd transform more and without having found the
other dogboys, I'd be stuck that way. I rolled over on my back and sat on
my hands, letting my huge hard-on flop on my belly. It took a lot of
willpower - - and the fatigue I was feeling - - but I drifted back to sleep
with only pre-cum on my stomach.

I became aware again as in a dream. I was smelling a man, a very familiar
one. I pressed my nose into the crack of his bare ass, feeling my own
breath washed back on face from his skin. The scent was intoxicating and my
fingers gently pried apart his cheeks and I pressed deeper, after the
source of the smell.

When I did, the guy responded . . . just not the way my dream wanted. He
jerked, pulling his ass away from my face, and Ken's voice screamed, "What
the FUCK are you doing!!" He lashed out with his foot and kicked, the ball
of his foot catching my right eye. I fell back against his desk and piles
of books fell on me. I lay on the floor, naked, hard cock in my hand,
panting.

What had happened registered paradoxically very quickly and very slowly. It
was obvious what I had been doing - - sexually assaulting my roommate. The
facts were immediate, but my humiliation was so intense that it seemed to
lock up my brain. Ken covered himself and retreated to one end of the bed,
pressing his back against the wall. His face was twisted in rage and his
retreat only lasted a second. My face hurt where he'd kicked me, but the
pain felt - - deserved - - so I sorta relished it. He looked at me in
disgust, then scrambled out of the bottom bunk.

"You faggot," he spat, "I knew you'd try something eventually!" He stood
there, naked except for his blanket bunched around his middle. He shook his
fist at me and I had never seen more naked aggression in my life. I felt
the threat for my safety, but it wasn't enough to unlock the humiliation
that kept me rooted, naked, on the floor.

"Jesus!" he screamed and he dropped his blanket, showing me his naked form
only long enough to pulled on the pants he'd just discarded. He paced away
from me, then back, as if intent on hitting me again. I curled up to
protect myself and that seemed to stop him. "Fucking pathetic!" he
screamed. He grabbed his keys and wallet, a shirt, and his shoes and
stormed out of the dorm room, slamming the door as he left.

I let myself fall into the ocean of emotion, felt myself sink toward the
bottom until I was so overwhelmed that I think my brain just shut off. I
couldn't be more mortified and humiliated than I'd just been. It was all
truthful, too. I deserved it. Every second of it. I wasn't sure what to do,
but actions came to mind in long streams of causality. I could think about
what was going to happen, what Ken would do, what I would do, what would
happen, but none of these streams took root. They streamed through my brain
like endless tickertapes.

I realized something. My brain was polarizing into thought and emotion. I
was thinking clearly with part of my brain and I was locked up in utter
humiliation and fear of Ken in another. They were both working parallel to
one another, but the emotional side was in control right now. It had
control of my body. And so I stayed rooted and naked on the floor right
were Ken had left me, my eye socket throbbing from his kick.

I sat, thought, and felt for a long while, reviewing my situation and
feeling overwhelmed by it all. I had no course of action that I could see
and I wondered if maybe I shouldn't just let it happen. I could jack off a
few times and then just be a dog. I would leave all this shit behind me and
just be a dog for a while. But the thought of being an animal terrified
me. The thought of not being able to take care of myself was too much to
bear.

It was the middle of the night and my body was still achy and tired from
all that had happened. I wanted to go back to sleep and I willed my
intellect to stop thinking. It took a lot of effort to relax it enough to
let go, but I seeped into my emotional current, which then whisked me away
like a hurricane. I felt all my rampaging emotions with an immediacy that
was like a full-borne panic and I literally couldn't keep up with them.

When I became aware again, it was morning; light was washing through the
blinds. I couldn't understand where I was, but it was somewhere very close
and safe, awash with my own scent and . . . a lot of dust. It wasn't the
bottom of my closet and it took me a moment to pull my intellect out of the
muck of my emotions. I had calmed down considerably, but all of my emotions
were huddled together in a tight ball and they clung my psyche as if
pulling it back into the shadows where it thought we were safe.

I was under the bed. I'd apparently crawled under here, wrapping myself in
my comforter and pushed myself to the very edge of the wall, as far away
from the world as possible. I had my head cradled on one of Ken's tennis
shoes, angled so my nose would be near the opening for his foot; it was
awash with the funky smell of his feet, and again I marveled at how
"neutral" scents had become to me. It smelled good, intimate, reassuringly
male and I was attracted to it like I was attracted to all the other scents
of "male."

I didn't have an immediate reason to crawl out from under the bed and the
closeness of the mattress above me - - Ken's bunk - - was reassuring in its
illusion of safety. Being in tight places was so comforting to me now, but
I didn't know exactly why.

Ken wasn't in the room. I could tell from the lack of strength in his
scent. Just as well, I didn't want to face him right now - - or ever! I had
to find one of the dogboys and convince him to fuck me. I had to turn back
into a person or I thought that I might just go completely nuts. I thought
about getting a shower - - making me feel more human - - but I wasn't up to
facing the communal shower rooms either. It would embarrass the fuck out of
me to stand there naked among my peers, with my body a half-furred,
dick-sheathed, semi-dog-like freak compared to their smooth, pink
humanity. Plus, given what had happened last night, I was not sure I could
control myself around them anymore. What if I just fell to my knees and
tried to press my nose into their crotches? Or their asses? GOD! The
thought of made me flush in shame and - - to my horror - - started to get
my cock hard at the same time. I realized something else: I was horny as
shit!

There came a knock on my door, fairly softly. I ignored it. I didn't want
to face anyone and I was terrified of who Ken might've told about last
night. What if it was the RA? I just wasn't ready for that yet.

The knock came again, along with some scratching on the door, like
fingernails were being dragged across its surface. I didn't budge.

Whomever was at the door waited a second or two and then came a smell. It
was fresh pre-cum, wafting under the door. My body moved before my
intellect could even process this and I was sliding out from under the bed,
still naked, and quietly making my way to the door. I could see the shadow
of feet at the door and I hit the floor again, pressing my nose up to the
crack. I smelled the pre-cum intensely now, and I felt the tip of my cock
slide out of my sheath. I licked at the crack, hoping to catch a drop of
the liquid. GOD! What was happening to me?!

"I know you're there," came a quiet voice, "Dude . . . just let me in so we
can talk."

It took a couple of seconds more of sniffing at the door, smelling the
guy's bare feet, the rubber of the flip-flops he wore, the denim of his
pants, and the few drops of pre-cum that were on the ground at his feet. My
brain cataloged his scent and the more I smelled, the "deeper" I could
sense about it. There was something about his scent that matched my own, an
undercurrent animal flavor. I realized he was a dogboy. Duh!

I pulled my head from the floor, bobbing onto the balls of my feet into a
comfortable crouch. I reached up and unlocked the door, then scrambled back
on hands and feet several feet. I waited there as he opened the door a
crack, peeked in, then ducked inside, making sure to close it before anyone
in the hallway could see.

He was young, no older than me, and had curly blond hair that was cut to be
hang long, but I could see a density to it along his scalp, a undercoat of
thick brownish hair that made it two-tone. His eyes were worried and green
and surveyed me from beneath shaggy brows. His thick lips parted slightly
as he watched me and I could see he had some wickedly long canines that he
was hiding. His lean body was dressed in a blue-and-white, rumpled polo
shirt and I could see a thick mat of the brownish hair in the `v' of the
neckline. His jeans were too long for him, but cuffs were cut on the side
and splayed open, revealing his long, thin feet that were covered in the
same brownish hair, and one second glance, were just al little
misshapen. His big toe on both feet was way too small for his foot and his
little toe on each foot was way too big. His toenails were normal human
size and shape, but were dark brown.

Inside the room, his scent struck me hard and I could smell all the parts
of him beneath his clothes; each one was enticing. Before I could stop
myself, I scrambled forward to him, still in my crouch and pressed my face
into his crotch. He sighed and angled his crotch forward, spreading his
knees a little to accommodate me. I felt his cock and balls through the
fabric and nuzzled them, rolling my cheek across their front, my nose
searching out the pre-cum. His hand came up and drew my nose, because the
pre-cum was there; I followed it around until he relented and dropped it
down. I licked the pre-cum off furiously, like an addict.

He pulled it away and shoved me gently with a knee. "Dude, stand up," he
said, "you'll feel more like a person then." Still in my crouch, I just
looked up at him blankly. I wasn't in control of myself.

He reached down a hooked his hands in my armpits and hauled me to a
standing position. It was remarkable what happened in my head as I got my
feet planted flat under me and stretch my legs fully. My brain swapped. My
emotions receded and my intellect came forward. I realized I was naked and
shivered and I flushed in shame at meeting this new guy and having licked
his pre-cum.

He nodded at me, kept his eyes on my face, and introduced himself. "I'm
Curtis," he said, "I need your help."

"I'm Jack," I said, drifting farther into the room, desperately searching
for my clothes. I found my pants balled on the floor under my desk and I
bent to picked him them, the tip of my cock rubbing against my chest as I
bent down. Jesus, I was fully hard in front of this guy I'd never met, and
it was angled up my body because of that flap of skin. He didn't seemed
phased by this, but, for the millionth time this week, I was embarrassed as
hell.

Curtis drifted into the room while I rummaged around and pulled my clothes
on. Have them on made me feel more human and more in control myself.

"You don't seem too bad off yet," Curtis observed, "I need your
help. Someone - - I think it was Kane - - slipped Benjamin a cialis and
some X last night. He's been jacking off uncontrollably. He's pretty far
gone."

Pulling on my t-shirt, I stopped moving and looked at him through the neck
hole. "Benjamin?" I aked.

"He told me about you," Curtis explained.

"Benjamin's the guy who punched me in the face."

Curtis waited a beat, then said, "He blacked your eye?"

I turned and looked in the mirror and realized I had a black eye. Probably
from Ken's kick more than anything else. Fuck. "No," I said, pulling my
shirt completely on, "That was from my roommate." I sat down at my desk,
pulling one bare foot to the seat. I reached down and touched it, feeling
the black fur there.

"Listen," Curtis said, "He's pretty far gone. He's going to change
completely very soon. I know you have no reason to help him, but this will
happen to you one day also. If you want help in the future, you need to
give help now."

"So, it's blackmail then?"

"No. It's enlightened self interest."

I thought about this and I knew he was right. I just resisted because I
didn't want it to be true. I had popped a rod last night and had started to
jack off in my sleep. And what had happened to with me and Ken . . . I
didn't really want to think about it. My cock was already hard this
morning. I had to face it, I was going to need release soon.

"If I say `yes,' what's going to happen?" I asked him. I looked at his face
and he was worried and sincere. He was standing the doorway watching me as
I decided.

"Did Benjamin explain how it works?"

"Sorta."

"We'd all three have to fuck each other," he explained. He shuffled on his
feet and flushed a little, "We'd all change a little more and we'd all turn
back human, too. Between the there of us, we'd probably even out. It's a
little hard to say. I know it's a risk."

I didn't know what to really think about this. I'd never fucked anyone and
never been fucked. It seemed an extreme way to pop my cherry, but when I
put my leg down, I felt my hard cock poke out of my waistband, forced as it
was against my lower belly. I was becoming a dog and this might be the only
way to forestall it.

"Okay, I'm in," I said quietly. He didn't say anything, but he took several
steps toward the door. I grabbed my shoes, slipped them on, and
followed. We drove in his car in silence and went inside his apartment
building. When we got inside the apartment, the smell of man and sex and
canine was everywhere. It took about two whiffs for my cock to get
completely hard and my control to start slipping.

Curtis stopped by the bedroom door. "He's really far gone," he said,
"You've never seen this, so it's going to freak you out. He's feeling
really angry right now, so he'll be a little aggressive, but just slap his
head and he'll submit. You should probably fuck him first."

I nodded, panic rising slowly up my spine. He opened the door and we
entered. In the corner was a dark brown - - creature. He was mostly a dog,
but had enough humanity to fill out the physical frame of primate. He
glared at me with bright green eyes from a face that was half-muzzled. He
was small, maybe four feet tall now, and his hands and feet were
half-animal and half-man and he was crouched in a corner; I could smell
fear on him - - it was almost as strong as the desire that washed off him.

He growled when he saw me and Curtis interceded. "You know it's the only
way!" he said. He motioned toward the bed and snapped his finger
sharply. The creature hung its head and let out a long whine, but then got
up on the bed. It was one thing to see him in the corner, this half-human
creature. While he was there, I could pretend it was costume or something,
my brain didn't half to accept it. But, when I saw him move, his
quadrupedal gait made it clear that he was indeed, not wearing anything
like a costume. I saw all of his body, all covered in dense brown fur. His
cock was hard and fully extended, swaying against his body as he moved. He
angled his ass toward me, his legs spread as much as they could, and I saw
his nuts there, hanging down as a man's would from a dog's narrow hips. He
had a nub tail over the crack of his ass and it twitched.

"He's a boxer dog," I said feeling my emotions drift dangerously. They
weren't drifting toward sexuality though, they were listing toward
terror. Is this what I would become? This half-human creature presenting my
ass to someone to get fucked? Ohgod! It crashed home so hard that I found
myself backed against the door.

Curtis realized this and touched my chest. He rubbed it a little as if to
reassure me. He peeled off his own shirt to reveal a leanly muscle torso
covered in dense brown fur. He moved close to me and got his face in
between my line of sight with Benjamin-dog, breaking my immediate
freak-out.

"He's just a guy," he said, "Under all that, he' just a guy." Curtis bent
over and kissed my neck while he grabbed my cock through my jeans with the
other hand. I sighed. "Get undressed," he said, "it'll help."

Curtis kicked off his flops and slid his jeans off, showing me his body. He
pressed it against me as I slowly shucked my shirt. It was - -
indescribable to have his lean body against mine, so warm. The fur was a
turn-on more than it was weird. My palm slide across his back and the fur
there while he worked on my neck, biting me lightly with sharp teeth and
the wet velvet of his tongue. He was getting me hot and it only took a
minute of this before he unfastened my jeans and slid them off my hips.

He pulled away, looking at my body in the half-darkness and rubbing his
hands down my torso. My cock was hard in its sheath and it slowly extended
out of it, my tapered head drooling a thick wad of pre-cum onto my abs,
matting the hair there. Benjamin-dog gave another low whine and my
attention focused back on him. This didn't help my arousal. Despite the
smell of his sex, of my sex, and of Curtis' erection, seeing him there was
still freaking me out.

Curtis seemed to realize this. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Get
down on all fours," he said, "Trust me." His hands pressed on my shoulders,
guiding me down and I let it happen. I was swimming in emotions and
thoughts now, fear, lust, and a host of other emotions all mixing
together. Part of my brain wanted to retreat from this scene and part of it
wanted to jump into it, but they were competing against one another.

I hit the floor, my hands touching the carpet and my knees splaying wide. I
was on the balls of my feet and Curtis was rubbing my back from neck to
ass, rhythmically. The sensations of that soothed me and I hung my
head. Being this close to the floor . . . I can't explain it
. . . something happened in my head and the part that wanted to jump into
this scene got louder and more insistent and the part that wanted to
retreat did so, inside my head. My reason became a small voice and my lust
screamed loudly.

I moved forward on my hands and feet, my eyes on Benjamin-dog's ass and my
nose twitching, taking in his scent. I stepped out of my jeans as I did
this and Curtis tracked my progress, jacking his own cock as he watched. I
climbed up on the bed, still on all fours and pressed my face into
Benjamin-dog's ass, inhaling, licking, nuzzling for all I was worth. I
moved onto his back, feeling the weight and strength of his compact, shrunk
body underneath me and I humped at his ass uncontrollably, gasping as I did
it. Curtis moved in and grabbed my cock by the shaft - - I moaned - - and
he guided it to Benjamin-dog's asshole. I thrust in and Benjamin moaned
through his half-muzzle, not a good moan, but a painful, forlorn sound. He
was so small now and my girth was so big, it was no wonder my entry was
hard for him.

I started fucking him, jabbing forward as quickly as I could and as hard as
I could. I'd lost control of my body completely; it was working on
autopilot without my ability to intervene or direct it. My hands were
clamped to the sides of Benjamin-dog's ribcage and I had them in a
death-grip. I pounded into him so hard that we were moving the bed and I
worked my feet and legs around him, controlling his small body with my own
weight. My brain was lost in a haze of sexual fulfillment; something primal
unlocked there. This is what having a cock meant: inserting it into
someone. The warmth, the tightness, the power of having them writhe
underneath you . . . this was the most basic feeling of maleness. And I was
relishing it.

Benjamin was enduring it; this was nothing like romantic sex I had ever
pictured. I felt like I was raping him and, in a way, I was. He kept on all
fours and braced himself to absorb my motion. I eventually just laid my
cheek against his furry shoulders and kept working it. Curtis was nearby
jacking himself, no doubt getting off on the scents we were pouring off our
bodies.

My cock inside Benjamin was gushing pre-cum so much it was leaking out of
him and my shaft was slick. Despite his tightness, how roughly I'd entered
him, and our size difference, he'd opened up and I was fucking him in
earnest now. His head was hanging low and swaying from side to side and he
was letting out low, long grunts. I felt his nub of a tail jabbing into my
stomach as I lay across him.

I felt Curtis behind me. He touched my ass and spread my cheeks, one finger
sliding down my crack. I'd never been fucked but right now, that certainly
didn't matter; I was way too lost fucking Benjamin to worry about
it. Curtis' hand went down my crack and cupped my balls from behind and I
was getting off on the weight of his body behind me as much as the weight
of Benjamin's underneath me. He pressed me further into Benjamin, guiding
me from making frantic shallow strokes with the first third of my cock into
making deep thrusts with all of it. He pushed me as far into Benjamin as my
body would allow and, with a finger slick with his own pre-cum, pushed into
my own asshole at the same time.

I lit up. Something happened to my cock. Inside Benjamin, it swelled even
wider than it was already and I started to shoot in a blinding orgasm that
last minutes. Benjamin sucked in a breath and held it as I practically
crushed him underneath me. I unloaded in a way and with an intensity I'd
never experience. Curtis' finger was still probing inside me, wiggling,
pressing on some spot that obliterated my reason.

We all let out our breath. Curtis withdrew his finger. I tried to withdraw
from Benjamin, but was met with a sharp grunt from him, and discomfort. I
couldn't disengage. I tried a little harder, but my cock . . . it had
swollen so big I couldn't pull out . . . the knot in my shaft that always
got thicker was preventing it . . . like my cock was a living butt plug.

Before I could react to this, Benjamin's body started to shake, grind,
vibrate. His breath caught and was frozen. I felt every part of him tense
up and his skin beneath the fur started to boil . . . ripple . . . bulge. I
heard his bones crack and he tried to scream, but couldn't catch enough
breath to do it. His shoulders widened back to human proportions . . . and
I just realized that they had been abnormally narrow . . . his legs
stretched out, his thighs and calves resolving back into normal human
legs. It was a very unnerving sensation to feel his pelvis change shape
while my cock was jammed so far inside him, but it did and his tail nub
receded into his body. Some of his fur started to flake off and he finally
let out a gasp of pain, anger, and frustration. He looked back and his
muzzle had disappeared back into a human jaw line. He barred his teeth,
still fanged, in pain.

Before I could react to his change, my own began. My own skin started to
boil and my organs did that quivering thing that was so weird. I arched my
back suddenly and felt all my vertebra crack at the same time. I screamed -
- more in shock than pain - - and felt like I was being crushed from all
sides. I was so disoriented I pressed myself against Benjamin's body,
holding onto it like a life preserver. I felt my pelvis shift position
inside the meat of my body, and narrow . . . again, very unnerving given I
was still planted inside Benjamin. I felt part of it . . . uncurl . . . and
then something was slapping against the back of my thighs and ass. My legs
felt wrong and when I opened my eyes, I saw my fingers shorten a little,
getting stubbier. My nails went black - - no doubt it was happening to my
toenails too - - and I felt like my teeth were being pulled out of my
skull. When my tongue brushed against them, they were sharp.

Finally it stopped and I was panting there across Benjamin's broad,
human-shaped back. It felt enormous now, like I was a little kid hugging my
dad. We lay there for minutes - - I couldn't track how long - - panting and
drifting in a haze. Slowly, my cock subsided and I could pull out of him. I
did and backed to the edge of the bed. I tried to stand, but something was
very wrong with my legs and feet and I crumpled.

Panic set in and I darted out of the room into the adjacent bathroom,
loping on all fours like some kind of ape. I was hot as hell and the cool
tile felt good against my skin. I pushed my chest and face to it, bent over
double, letting the temperature difference ground me. My head wasn't coming
down from the extreme emotions I was feeling. I'd just fucked a guy to my
most intense orgasm ever, yet it was mixed up in these feelings of being
sub-human, horror, and fear. I had to look at myself. I had to stand up. It
took me long minutes to do it, meanwhile, Curtis looked in on me, but said
nothing. I heard him padding over to the bed and I could smell and hear him
and Benjamin start to engage one another.

Jesus! What had I done? I'd given up more of my humanity and for what? So
Benjamin could be okay. Why? Fuck me! Why did I do that? I couldn't think,
only feel these rampaging emotions that seemed larger than my body and felt
like they were ripping through me like tissue paper. I had to stand up. I
knew it, but it was hard to get my body moving.

Looking at the bathroom and drenched in the smells of cleaning products,
piss, dead skin, and the sex from the next room, I was still out of
control. It all seemed surreal. I looked at the images, I smelled the
scents, but all of them felt completely alien to me. My own body felt alien
to me. It was wrong in both shape and weight. I dug my toes into the
floor. I had to stand up!

I reached up with my hand, my arm covered in black fur, and gripped the
counter. It was an unsure grip, as if my fingers and thumb weren't working
correctly. I hauled myself up. It was like emotion was a heavy layer of
atmosphere and if I could get my head up high enough then I could think
straight. Once I stood, felt the weight of my body on the soles of my feet,
stretched my legs out fully, the mental reaction took place and my reason
reasserted itself.

In the mirror was a creature that looked vaguely like I had once
looked. Every surface of skin was covered in short, dense, black fur,
including my face and ears. The only part of me that wasn't were the palms
of my hand, underneath my fingers, and the equivalent portions of my
feet. Those areas had dark, thick skin instead - - pads. My nails were
black and thicker, but I hadn't yet developed dog-claws yet. I guessed that
was next time. My teeth were sharp and my canines were about an inch long,
upper and lower, pushing my lips out a little.

"Fuck me," I said quietly, touching the surface of the mirror. My voice had
changed, getting deeper and taking on a gravelly warble. I turned around
and there it was, wagging a little - - a thick tail about a foot long that
tapered toward the end. It stopped wagging and tucked itself downward in a
curve, tickling the back of my thigh with its tip.

I realized how small I was. I had just lost about five inches in height. I
put myself at about 5'1" now - - a small guy. I hadn't been this short
since I was fifteen and everything looked absurdly, disjointedly larger.

My cock was now completely a dog's cock, with that funky strawberry colored
skin. It was receding obediently back into its sheath, whose flap of skin
reached up to my navel now.

It hit me hard. I was going to be an animal. Nothing would stop it. I would
see the dog I was becoming and the panic I'd left on the floor rose up
quickly. I hunched over, feeling nauseous and when my head got low enough,
the signals between man and beast mixed into something I couldn't
control. I realized my feet hurt like hell standing upright like I was and
I balanced on the balls of my feet to relieve weight off my ankles. The
proportion between my thighs and calves were off, but my legs still worked
like a man's.

I ran my hands over my fur - - my FUR! - - but I couldn't accept this. I
did freak out then. Badly. I left the bathroom, balancing on the balls of
my feet and keeping my heels off the floor just a little. Curtis was
fucking Benjamin now. When he came, Benjamin would be back to normal and he
would change a little more like I had. I grabbed my clothes into a ball at
my waist and started for the door.

"Jack! Don't go," Curtis called over his shoulder, "We can reverse it for
you."

That meant fucking me. That meant this strangers would put their cum inside
my body. I was suddenly revolted beyond words, my psyche in panic and my
emotions shifting too quickly for me to keep up. I left the bed room and as
I made my way through Curtis' apartment, I started to run. I got out of the
apartment and took in gouts of fresh air that calmed me enough to put my
clothes on in the breezeway. They were absurdly too big and I had to hold
them in place. The shoes were a lost cause so I held onto them and I
started to run. Curtis had driven me here, and I realize suddenly I had no
real idea where I was. I didn't care. I just had to get away and figure out
what was going to happen next. So I ran.