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Ian awoke Sunday morning to the same sound as many mornings before, including the one immediately previous: Quiet tapping on a keyboard. He sat up right away, reaching his arms up and back and letting out a loud "Aah" while he stretched himself back and forth, popping some stiffness from lying down out of him, then dropped his arms and turned to face his roommate—the source of said sounds. "Yo, Brax, morniiiing. How's it goin'?"

He sighed. "It's...going...alright." Sitting at his desk typing away like that, his chair often pushed forward so far that his considerable pudge had the front edge of the desk pressed into it, was probably the posture Ian was most used to seeing his roommate in. And his tone, as usual, was one of annoyance, but he'd stayed Ian's roommate for two years now—ever since Ian followed his buddy Jeff to the fraternity and been more or less arbitrarily assigned an empty space. So he was pretty sure he actually enjoyed all the boisterous encouragement, deep down, or he surely would've asked for a room change.

Ian hopped out of bed to go lean over his roommate's shoulder. He was a pretty typical jock in appearance: Short black hair, dark brown eyes, tall, tanned, buff, currently wearing nothing but some boxers and a tank top that didn't do much to hide his physique. Braxton was a polar opposite in looks: Nearly shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes, a little on the short side and perpetually overweight. Ian had tried several times, unsuccessfully, to enroll his roommate in a personal training regimen of some sort to get that extra weight off. Sometimes he even played along, but gave up before making any real progress. In fact, Ian was aiming for a job in that sort of thing, so having such a reluctant 'subject' to practice his methods on was pretty sweet.

"Hey, looks pretty good to me. Plenty of big words, no misspellings I can see." Braxton was studying English lit and creative writing, going all-in on his dream of being a great novelist or whatever. Ian had made it clear from their first meeting that he was behind him all the way, even though his parents weren't too happy about such an 'impractical' trajectory of education.

"Yeah, whatever..."

"How close is it, dude?" They had quickly agreed, after yesterday's announcement, to not discuss it at all until Braxton was finished with the paper he had due on Monday. It would obviously be too much of a distraction, as would either of them suddenly sprouting boobs.

"..Think I'll have the editing done by lunch. Hope so."

"Ahh, sweeeet!

"Well, I'mma get breakfast," he said, straightening up again. "Want me to bring you back anything?"

"Coffee." He didn't have to say any more, since Ian knew how his roommate liked it.
"You got it, man!" Ian briefly massaged his shoulders (which Braxton was so used to him doing that he didn't even flinch), and then ran out the door.

Ian had reinvented himself since high school. Back then, he'd been kind of a jerk, with his highest priorities being staying on the team and making sure the team won. He'd never quite been a bully, but he'd been a really bad sport and poor loser, and as the star of the team back then, had a horrible habit of taking it out on his teammates. At the time, he'd convinced himself that he was just pushing them to do better, to be better, but an important loss in his senior year had precipitated a realization. A lot of those teammates he'd imagined himself to be helping let him know how much they hated the way he was acting, and after some serious soul-searching, he'd resolved to make himself better before trying to do any more 'improvement' on others.

So, in college, he more or less trained himself to be aggressively nice, encouraging, and adventurous—with the hope that trying plenty of new stuff would help him discover which of it would make him better. It had started out as a bit of a mask, but over less than a year became his actual personality, and he loved it. The spirit of 'trying whatever' was what had led him to join OZK with Jeff instead of one of the more 'normal' frats, and in that same spirit, he was pretty interested in participating in the scheme to make them a sorority. He was pretty curious what it was like on the other side of the fence anyway, and—in the interest of becoming a personal trainer—experiencing exercise as a lady was sure to help him empathize with future customers of the fairer sex, too. And so, the only thing that kept him from grabbing up the first potion he was offered and chugging it straight was his promise with his roommate. But it just meant that he couldn't wait for Braxton to finish his work!

He was in the midst of trying to persuade the coffee machine to work when Mylar the catgirl (as he thought of her ever since she'd changed) came in, alongside another girl he didn't recognize. "Uh, hey, Ian," the latter said.
"Yo!" he waved, impressed by her looks right away. "Who's this cutie?" She was a bright-haired beauty, tall, curvy, and obviously fit too. On top of that, she had these pretty gold-colored eyes that seemed to kinda glow a little bit, and some gorgeous-looking big, furry ears and a fluffy tail moving slowly back and forth behind her.
"Uh—it's me, Jeff," she said quietly, blushing and looking slightly away from him.
"Jen now," Mylar added, her hands clinging onto the bigger girl's arm.

"Aaah, dude, no way! You look great!" he gave her a thumbs-up.

"Uh, th-thanks. I just..wanted to see how things were going with you, you know, and the...thing."
"Yeah, man, I'm totally taking the potion! Just not yet, is all. Brax's got a big paper to finish, and I promised not to distract him, y'know."

The catgirl finally detached herself from Jen to come over. "Hey, is the coffee machine acting up again?"
"Yeah, just a little bit."

"I'll get it working," she offered.

"So, uh..just make sure to talk to your parents first," Jen continued after this interruption. "And let me..know how things turn out, alright?"

"Yeah, totally! Man, I hope I get some fluff like that too," he said, gesturing at her ears.

"You uh..want to be a furry?"

"Sure, why not? It looks great on you, after all!" And, now that the thought had occurred to him, it'd be another new thing to try!
She blushed agian. "Uh—th-thanks, I guess."

"Got it going!" Mylar chimed in. "Sorry, I keep forgetting to bring this up at our meetings. Gods know Rich can afford to just buy us a new one."

"Hey, it's cool. You must have all kindsa crazy stuff thrown out at your meetings, yeah?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Jen nodded, obviously thinking especially the last one.

"Anyway, thanks, I'll talk to my folks."

Jen nodded. "See you later."
"Yeah, man. By then I hope we can compare racks!"

"Uhh..." She blushed and turned away, more flustered by the idea than enthused. But it looked like Mylar was helping her enjoy being a girl, so Ian was pretty sure she'd be all right.

It seemed likely that Braxton would push his lunch back to when he finished working, even though his breakfast must've been a few hours ago already. He was definitely someone who loved his food, and Ian was pretty sure that—whether consciously or not—he sometimes used hunger to self-motivate. That gave Ian an idea...especially since he'd just had a pretty late breakfast himself.

"Hey, got your juice," he said, handing off the coffee.

"Thanks." His roommate took a long sip of the still-hot java, then moved an empty cup off of the coaster on his desk to make room for it.
"Hey, how 'bout when you're done, we get lunch together? My treat?"
"Uh..sure," Braxton nodded. His expression didn't change very much from the offer, but his tone of voice alone let Ian know he was pleasantly surprised.

"Alright, lemme know when you finish! I'll grab a shower, then go find somethin' else to do."

First, Ian went and found an unoccupied part of the lounge to call his parents, as promised. It wasn't like he needed their permission, but he didn't want to make his next visit home super awkward. He more or less sold the idea to them as getting 'personal experience in a different body type', which was honest enough—it was at least one of his actual reasons. They'd been proud of his efforts toward self-improvement since starting college, so even though what he was planning definitely weirded them both out, they were still supportive.

After that, he got up to go have a look around, and ran upon a pair of unfamiliar...well, there was really no better term for it than 'demon girls'. One of them was short and cute, and the other one, a redhead, looked a bit taller and more fit, but they had the horns, batlike wings, and slim tails that generally marked demon folks. And they recognized him.

"Hey, Ian! I didn't expect to beat you to this," the redhead said.
"I'm Wesley, she's Zale," the shorter girl added. "Since that is not obvious."

"Ooh, sweet!" he gave them a thumbs-up. "You two are lookin' hot."

"Uh-huh. Hoping you awaken as a demon too?" Zale said, leaning in a little.
"I don't think there's a 'hyperactive' type, though," commented Wesley.
"Nah. You guys seen Jeff—I mean, Jen? I'm hoping to get a look sorta like that! Maybe with Kaden's muscles..."

"Yeah, Jen's pretty buff too," Zale nodded.

"So, you took the potion already?" Wesley asked.

"Nah, but I'm gonna, I think."

"Oh, right—have you seen Hollis anywhere?" Zale asked.
"Or 'Holli', for that matter. We're hoping to benefit from her new power..."

"Nah, not yet—wait, what new power?"

From there, he found out about their mutual buddy's new, possibly temporary power-granting-power. It was odd that Jen hadn't mentioned it, but maybe that was his own fault for flustering her with compliments. Well, that was just more good news, he thought.

Not too much later, Braxton finished his work. Ian waited impatiently for him to come to the front of the dorm, then let him pick a place for them to eat. Of course, he didn't only want to help encourage his roommate to finish and now congratulate him on a job well done—after all, now that the paper was finished, they had something to talk about. Ian couldn't wait, and started in on it on the walk over.

"Soo, Brax...You had any thoughts yet?"
"About what?"
"You knooow. The whole 'sorority' thing?"
"Oh...that." He seemed to audibly realize that this was the purpose of taking him out to lunch at this point, and furthermore that he was kind of trapped if he wanted to enjoy the food. "Not..really. I mean, it's kinda stupid as pranks go. Juvenile, even. Whooa, let's make some of the college beaurocrats do extra paperwork."

"Hey, who cares about why the council wants it. What about us?"

"Me? I dunno...

"Being a girl seems really, weird. And inconvenient, if nothing else. Too much extra stuff to deal with that guys don't have to."

"Whaat, you're not even a little bit curious?"

"Curiosity is one thing..being stuck that way, another entirely."

"Weeelll, what if you don't haveta be stuck? Wes and Zale told me that Hollis can give people the power to turn back and forth, if you've taken the potion!"
"That...requires more verification than just hearsay," Braxton said. "I guess it'd be a point in favor, if so."

"So.." He sighed, probably because he felt like he already knew the answer. "What about you, Ian?"
"I am so on board, man! I'm hoping to turn out buff and curvy." Like Jen did!

"Uh-huh. So what if it goes the other way, and you're tiny and androgynous?"
"Andraw-ji-what?"
"Like, barely any curves at all?"

"I can work with that! Bet I'd still be super cute—you know everyone who's taken that stuff so far has wound up a total hottie of one type or another. And I wanna find out how working out is different for chicks anyway."

Braxton shook his head. "Figures..."

"Anyway, I..don't want to leave OZK behind, ya know? A lot of my best friends are there. Including you!"

"Uh..I guess. If anything, that's my strongest argument to do it, especially with you so set on the idea. I don't think I could survive the general-population dormitories at this point." He turned to look up at Ian. "You..didn't already take the potion, did you?"

"'Course not! I promised, after all. But uh, I really might—you know—like right after lunch? I mean, I don't want to make you feel like you gotta, but, I know what I want."

"Yeah...I don't want to keep you from it if you think you'll enjoy it that much, either."

Braxton was quiet for a minute or two, in a particular way that Ian knew to mean he was thinking, and best not interrupted—so he kept quiet too. "Look, you...go ahead and take it. I've still got most of the week to think about what I want to do. Maybe...if I see how you feel after you've actually changed, it'll help me make up my mind."

"Alright, cool. Hey," he lightly punched Braxton's shoulder. "Look—even if you decide not to, we'll still be buds, alright? I'll show up wherever you end up living to cheer you on!"
He tilted his head. "Even if you're a girl and it's a guys' dorm?"

"Pfft, who cares? Plus, I can 'sneak in' by turning into a guy on the way in, if I gotta!"

Braxton sighed again. "Man, you really fit in at OZK."
"Heyy, what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying you're weird, Ian. At least as much as anyone else there."

"Hey, man, that includes you, hahahah!" He gave Braxton a light noogie before continuing on.

On their way back to the dorm, Braxton announced he was headed for the game room to 'blow off some steam'. Ian was pretty sure he wanted to give him some privacy in their room, expecting—correctly—that Ian's next step was to chug the potion and see how it went. Of course, there was no guarantee that he'd even change today, let alone within the few hours his roommate would be away, but he now kind of hoped it'd work out that way. They parted ways, and he soon found Erwin still at her post in the hallway.

"Yo, Erwin. Lookin' as great as ever." Ian was more than aware of this member of the council's now-former weight issues, and had always met him with a compliment.
"Hmph, you charmer," she grinned. "Or—I would say that, if it wasn't you. Can I help you with anything?"
"Yeah! Hit me up with the juice, I'm ready for it."
"Oh? All right." She handed him a bottle. "I thought you might be too proud of your physique to risk changing it. I know I would've been..."

"Awwh, don't talk that way. I'm not afraid of some hard work to get it back, if I need it," he said. "Thanks, see ya later. Maybe I'll be as big as you then, huh?"

"'Big'?" she asked, confused, then realized he was pointing an index finger at his chest and blushed lightly. "O-oh. Uh, I should warn you..they're not without their disadvantages. Still, I hope you enjoy the results."

"I'm sure I will!"

For whatever reason, the potion tasted kind of like barbecue sauce—tangy, sort of sweet, with some spiciness thrown in too. Ian sort of winced after discovering this flavor on his first sip, then shook his head and chugged the rest, getting rid of the bottle on the way back to his room. He'd heard of some guys changing instantly, right in the hallway, but figured he could just make a quick run for it if that happened to him—but it hadn't. Once he was inside and had shut the door, he didn't feel any different at all. Well, that wasn't entirely true; he was excited, his heartrate elevated just a bit with anticipation.

He went to the bathroom mirror, flipping the light switch on the way in, and got a good look at his present self for possibly the last time. At the same time, he could almost picutre in his head how he was hoping to look: Big, fluffy ears; long, pretty hair; a cute face; generous curves, but still fit..and a tail, too. Thinking about all the guys-turned-girls he'd seen over the past day-and-a-half or so made it really easy for him to mentally pick out all of the traits he liked the best for himself. He couldn't really imagine for sure how it would all feel, so he just hoped it'd feel pretty good.

He looked down at his shorts, wondering what it was going to feel like to be...a member of the other team, down there. That was when he caught some motion in his peripheral vision, and tilted his head up to see what it was only to feel hair brushing down across his cheeks. Suddenly..it was much longer, some bangs stretching nearly to his eyes while the rest was beginning to approach shoulder-length.

Ian's heart started to race again with excitement. "Duude, already? N-no way..!" The increasingly long and thick locks were already starting to touch his shoulders, at the same time beginning to spread out wildly all over into an increasingly unkempt look. "H-hahah, th-that's a lot of hair," he said a little more quietly as it landed across his shoulders only to start growing even faster. He could feel its slight weight spreading its way out across his upper back, and could see even longer and wilder locks appearing behind him in the mirror.

All of a sudden, Ian shivered. "W-whoaa..!" It wasn't because he was cold; rather, a tingling had raced down his spine—seemingly starting from about where his hair was touching his back—and then just as quickly spread out to the rest of his body. Before his eyes, the skin of his face and arms and (when he looked down) his legs, too, rapidly grew softer and smoother, the body and facial hair all thinning out and vanishing away. "Aaah, dude, check that out..!" he muttered, quickly bringing a hand up to his cheek and running it across the softened skin, immediately enjoying its texture. He could also feel soft hair brushing across the back of his hand, and he noticed that the locks behind him had made their way to the small of his back, and still showed no signs of stopping.

"Ah..!" His hand drew a bit away from his face as he felt something else weird, like a pressure hitting him from all sides at once. It had come on abruptly, but now continued steadily, like a bizarre full-body massage, and as it hit him, he trembled, leaning forward so that his hands landed on the sink counter. His face was warm—a blush appearing on his cheeks—and his still-present-for-now manhood was feeling..excited by this sensation, if not from the tingling before.

"Aah, w-whooaa....!" But the main thing that this strange pressure was accomplishing was a rapid shrinking of his body. The fact that he was leaning forward notwithstanding, the bathroom quickly and visibly rose up around him as he became shorter; he could see his face, framed by those unkempt black locks, swiftly shrinking itself into a smaller, rounder, cuter—girlier look. "Aa~aah...!" And his shoulders were collapsing themselves narrower, his arms and legs growing slimmer, his entire body's frame shrinking and slimming down. "A~ah, aa~aah, aa~aah..!" As his looks grew less and less masculine, his voice, too, lilted up higher and higher each time he softly cried out, now already sounding more like a young boy's than a man's.

By now, and helped along as well by the downward part of his shrinking, Ian's hair was long enough to reach all the way down his back, stopping just shy of his hips. He was panting, gasping for breath between cries, but the blushing, increasingly girlish face in the mirror still wore a big grin since he knew where all of this was going—not to mention because it felt so good! And, it didn't feel any less good now that the pressure was easing off of his soft, feminine frame, and instead the change focused itself specifically down between his legs—a sharp tingling down there drawing a boyish "Aa~ah" from his lips before progressing into a tugging, slipping sensation that made it very easy for him to tell that it was now shrinking down, too.

"Aah, oo~oh m-mannnNNhh.." His voice continued to change, its pitch now lifting up out of masculine range entirely. His blush was even worse, and he was squirming, leaning back and forth in place, his hands leaning down on the counter the main thing keeping him from toppling over. "Aa~ah, aa~aah..!" Tug, tug...Ian knew he wouldn't be a boy for much longer at all, and...he just couldn't wait! If it felt this good while he was changing, then surely the end result would be even better.

"Ooh, oo~oh...!" It was now a cute, yet mature soprano tone that erupted from Ian's cute, blushing face, as he happily bid farewell to the last vestiges of his manhood. The way it melted away, sliding its way inward, just felt...so..good..!

"Aawwhh, yyyeeeeEEEEAAAAHHH!!!" As womanhood formed fully into place down there, so rapidly as to seem all-at-once, the deep, intense pleasure the new girl felt from it made it irresistible for her to happily cry out. "O-ooh, ooh, mmMMMmmnngh..!" She leaned down onto her left arm on the counter, the right one pounding it with a fist; her lower body thrashed and squirmed once again as she felt her hips, thighs, and bottom all pressing themselves outward, yet another strangely pleasant sensation in itself which seemed to stimulate her new 'equipment' even more. "Ooh, wowh, aaAAaah..!" These pleasant sensations were accompanied by the sudden feeling of a rush all the way down her spine to its end..and beyond there, where there should have been nothing. This rush coincided with a motion in the mirror, which she made an effort to push herself a little closer to upright so she could see it better. It was a long, black line of fur behind her lower back, which now raised itself up and began wagging as it quickly grew thicker and fluffier, its fur becoming just as wild and thick as her long black hair.

"Mnnh, t-taill..yeah!" she said half-coherently, starting to feel a tingling across her chest as the growth down there settled down. "A-and..mmngh..!" A strange feeling hit her mouth, and as she opened it up again, she could see some sharp fangs in the mirror; her tongue, too, had grown a bit longer. She now found herself barking, in a soft, high, cute voice: "Aah, arfh...! Rrrfh..!" Her ears were tingling too, and soon enough she could feel them stretching their way upward, and see them poking their way up past her voluminous hair as they quickly became a pair of huge, fluffy triangles of deep black fur, with some bright pink on their undersides and big tufts of white sprouting from their insides.

"Aah, o-oh y-yee~ea~aah..." The tingling on her chest was not to be ignored, either; by now, her nipples had pressed themselves out wider and taller, and she was beginning to grow some small bumps up beneath each one. The skin of those budding breasts proved incredibly sensitive to their motion across her shirt as they grew, and as she breathed, making her blush brighten, her heart race, and her girly parts tingle with a deep, intense pleasure all the more. She found herself wanting them to...hurry up and get even bigger! So, they did.

"Y-yip!" They burst forward a little bit, and then pushed themselves out bigger and bigger in waves, each one longer and more intense than the last: "Aah, aar~rrfh...ooh, oo~oh, ooOOOooh..!" Again, the new girl was squirming around helplessly, becoming lost in the bliss of girlish pleasure. "Y-yeah, oo~oOOOh, YEAAAAH!" Ian found herself cheering on both the growth and the plasure, rather loudly at that. She'd never imagined it could feel this good! And now more canine noises escaped her lips too: "Aa~arfh, rrfh, rrRRrufhh..!" She was feeling an increasingly strong urge to howl, and all of the wonderful sensations she'd felt so far—and was still feeling, as her already large breasts were swelling out even bigger—took away what few inhibitions she might've otherwise had. And so, as one final burst of growth, and pleasure, struck her, the new wolf-girl let out first a soft "Rrrfh," then a louder "AAH~ARFH!", and then a full-on "AWROOOO~OOOOH...!"

"H-hhahhf...hff..y-yip.." It took a long moment for Ian to come back to her senses, and much longer for her to regain her breath. She slowly tilted her head up in the mirror, to meet the same pretty face she'd seen a moment earlier—soft, round, with a bright blush all across her cheeks, and cute fangs in her mouth—but with the addition of her eyes having changed color to a bright red, nearly pink, that stood out amidst those features and enhanced its beauty even more.

"Wah, woo~oow.." She was leaning way foward, with the front of both her arms on the bathroom counter...her legs felt kind of weak. Especially with the enormous size of her new breasts, it was hard to see much of her new form in this position, so she carefully pushed herself upright, feeling her tail instinctively move to try to bolster her presently-weakened ability to balance and letting it do its job. "Hhf, ffh...dude, I..man..." she mumbled incoherently.

"Mnh..h-heheh," In between breaths, she giggled, and then mumbled: "I'm g-glad the walls are kinda soundproof..though I bet my neighbors heard that howl anyway..."

Now that she had a bit of a better view, the wolf-girl could see that her clothes had shifted a bit with her: Her shorts had shrunk themselves noticeably tighter and shorter, enough to show off her curvy hips, the girly flatness between her legs, and quite a bit more of her thighs than any boy-style shorts would. Her top seemed to have shrunk to fit her girlish frame before she started growing those enormous boobs, so they were stretching it a bit tight at the top, pulling enough material up to show about half of her belly and the still-impressive abs it featured. She reached down and rolled it the rest of the way up off of her stomach to get a better look, and—indeed—it looked like girl-Ian was just as physically fit as she'd ever been as a boy. She couldn't resist a big grin, and raised her arms up to put her hands behind her head.

"Aawwwh, yeeah! This is perfect! Heheheh..!" Dropping her arms to the sides again, Ian tried to pull the shirt back down to get herself as decent as possible; there was no chance of it not showing off at least some of her midriff, though, so she gave up on it once she felt like she'd made an honest effort. She felt..curiously proud of her new appearance, from the wolfy ears and tail and fangs, the pretty face, the long hair, to the curves. She'd never really contemplated feeling..beautiful like this before, but somehow an urge to stay this way struck her pretty hard now that she did feel that way. On top of that, there was the...way she could feel down below, that only girls had access to; she felt like she'd have a hard time giving that up—or at least giving it up for good, anyway.

But aside from all of that, the thing that Ian found herself wanting to do first with her new looks...was show them off to her roommate. Some crazy thought hit her head like, 'if he sees how gorgeous I turned out, he'll want this too!', even though she knew pretty well that that wasn't how Braxton's mind worked. Yet..looking down again at her flat, toned belly once again, the wolf-girl was able to think of one argument to maybe help win him over that she hadn't tried before...

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