Topic: Miscalculations - by toystoat (Furry)
Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30777066/
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Miscalculations
by toystoat
Rash couldn’t help but hold the potion up in both hands above his head. The translucent blue liquid swirled around the conical flask, though the snow leopard was careful to ensure that not a single drop spilled. He knew he probably looked more like a mad scientist than he usually did, but as he looked up to the glass beaker in his hands he couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of elation.
Finally, he was sure that this was going to work. He had checked everything several times, and everything was going to be perfect.
No one was with Rash in his small lab. His few assistants had already gone home for the
weekend. This was one experiment he hadn’t shared with anyone else. He wanted to know it worked perfectly before allowing any of them in on the devious nature of his new potion. He would have the lab to himself for the full weekend, before his fox assistant arrived early on the Monday morning.
There wasn’t any reason to delay, so the snow leopard stood in the middle of his lab and held the beaker to his lips. The potion within smelt vaguely like blueberries, but he wasn’t convinced it would taste as sweet as that. Potions always tasted bad. That was just how they seemed to work.
“Well let’s get the bad part over with,” Rash said to himself. He then threw his head back and tried to swallow as much of the potion without it hitting his tongue. He almost gagged and coughed up some of the liquid, but he was just about able to keep it all in his mouth. He swallowed and grimaced, wiping his mouth dry with the back of his hand. For a few moments the snow leopard spun the empty beaker in his hands, waiting to feel the first effects of the potion. All he felt was the gurgling of his unsettled stomach.
“Did it not work?” Rash asked himself in dismay. He took a couple of steps towards his main desk, where he kept most of his notes. Before he could make it that far, he doubled over as an intense wave of nausea passed through him. He staggered forward and leaned against one of the counters, breathing heavily as he squeezed his eyes closed.
“That’s unpleasant,” he groaned. He rubbed his hands over his chest as he slowly straightened up again. With a grimace, he took another couple of steps, ready to declare his experiment a disappointing failure, before another sensation ripped through him. This one wasn’t nausea. It was almost the complete opposite. Pleasure tore through him, forcing him down to his knees as his legs gave way.
Pleasure was centred around two places. His crotch was fairly normal, but the other was at the back of his head. One hand dipped to his crotch, wiggling inside the waistband of his trousers to grasp at his cock, while the other clamped down over the back of his head, feeling the warmth emanating out through his fur. A small slit was beginning to form there.
Rash shivered in delight as he rested his forearms on the closest countertop and dragged himself up to his unsteady feet. It seemed like everything was working after all. He closed his eyes as he started to gently rub the forming slit. His fingers already felt wet from the arousal that was budding from his new vagina.
The snow leopard wriggled out of his trousers. His cock felt bigger in his hand, but it wasn’t stiffening at all. It was merely getting longer and thicker, but remaining relatively flaccid despite the pleasurable feelings that rippled through his body.
A strange sensation of stretching began to pulse through his cock. It began to slowly grow, snaking outwards and curling up at the tip. Both hands came down to rub over the growing shaft, making the snow leopard tremble and lean back against the closest counter. Everything felt so good, and it was all going exactly as he expected.
The thick cock was starting to become prehensile as it grew. It was no longer getting thicker, but it continued to grow longer, stretching out ever more until it was long enough for Rash to kiss the tip without having to move his head at all. He revelled in the ability to tease his tongue around the thick head of his cock for a few moments. But that wasn’t what he wanted to use it for.
With fingers clumsy from his arousal, Rash slowly guided his prehensile cock towards the back of his head. He couldn’t help but give it a few gentle strokes as he did so. His eyes closed in pleasure as the tip of his extended cock brushed against the feminine lips he’d planted onto the back of his head.
His hands in general felt so stiff and awkward as they stroked over the tip of his cock, but all concerns about his hands faded as his shaft slipped into his vagina. He almost fell to his knees again, only just able to remain upright. His back arched and his eyes were squeezed closed as his shaft pulsed a few times before delving in a couple of inches deeper.
After a few seconds, he couldn’t slide the cock in any deeper as it felt like his flesh was gluing together. He tried to tug it back out again, but his flesh resisted. It sent a blissful ripple of pleasure through the snow leopard’s body as his cock and vagina fully fused together, exactly how Rash had intended. It was almost a shame that he didn’t get to properly explore the vagina, but he had plenty of other potions that would allow that.
He went to rub his cock. Though the massive shaft was right in front of him, somehow he missed. A flicker of worry bobbed to the surface of his erotic pleasure.
The snow leopard opened his eyes. The thick spire of his cock was visible just beneath his eyes, twisting around his neck to slot into the vagina at the back of his head. He could still feel it throbbing and sealing up with that feminine slit, preparing his body for the next set of changes. But where his hands should have been visible against the thick shaft, there was nothing. His eyes tracked downwards, and he squawked in shock at the sight of bare elbows with nothing beneath them. There was nothing left of his hands or forearms.
“Oh, that’s not meant to happen,” Rash said, a moment of clarity cooling his thoughts before another wave of pleasure rippled out from the back of his head. His shrinking arm stumps twitched as he stumbled forward. The next stage of the change was starting, but the snow leopard wasn’t ready for it anymore. The loss of his hands threatened to change everything.
He stumbled forwards as the tip of his cock started to expand within his vagina, stretching it out as they fully and completely merged together, sealing his cock to the back of his head.
For a brief moment, Rash found his ability to breath blocked. Immediately he tried to hold his hands to his throat, but all he could do was uselessly twitch his arms as they continued to melt away. Then he was able to gasp in another breath again, but it felt different this time. More erotic. Tingles ran down the length of his cock with each breath, and it was then Rash realised his head had become disconnected from his neck.
It happened slowly at first, but the snow leopard could feel his head rocking back and forth in time with the gentle movements of his prehensile cock. It then slowly peeled away from his neck, leaving smooth patches of fur on the bottom of his head and between his shoulders. He wanted to feel it, but his arms had shrunk well beyond his elbows, leaving little more than stubs remaining. And they were still getting smaller. Soon he would be left with nothing at all.
A wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm the snow leopard as his head suddenly moved in a way he was not used to. His vision shifted to look up towards the ceiling as his head fell away from between his shoulders, pulled back by the shifting movement of his prehensile cock.
It took Rash a few attempts to try to control the movement of his cock. At first it just thrashed back and forth almost without control, and he was forced to squeeze his eyes shut lest he make himself nauseous. The snow leopard was slowly able to wrest control of himself again, and he took a few deep breaths. This had been everything he had been wanting, but for one important thing. His arms were completely gone, leaving nothing left at his shoulders to even indicate he had possessed any limbs there. That had not been intended. Something had gone wrong.
Slowly, Rash opened his eyes again. He found himself staring right at the floor. He twitched his cock, flexing it in ways he was not yet used to. The weight of his head at the end felt a little strange, but slowly he was able to twist his cock around so he could look over his body. It looked as he had expected. Most of his body was unchanged; the same blue and black patterned fur. Where he had changed was at his crotch and shoulders. Instead of his usual cock, a massive thick spire rose from his crotch. His balls had grown a little, but were still massively out of proportion to his shaft. That spire of flesh now connected to the base of his head. His head, his mind, was now a part of his cock. That thought sent a tingle of pleasure through his body, and the inside of his mouth got a little wet.
Flicking his tail, Rash forced himself to focus again. His eyes slowly looked up towards his shoulders. They were completely bare, creating an almost completely smooth arc from one side to the other. It looked like there had never been any arms or neck there to begin with. He tried to flex his arms to see if anything remained of them. Nothing twitched at all.
“Well that’s interesting,” Rash muttered to himself. He gently leaned his head closer, using his muzzle to tease along the smooth ridge that had once held his head. The spot where his neck had been felt particularly sensitive, and kissing right in the middle of his shoulders sent another shiver all the way down his spine, and then through his flexible cock.
“I need my arms,” he groaned. He tried to rub his head against his chest, but that did little to replicate what he really wanted. He wanted to feel his hands stroking down the thick length of his cock, stroking over his head and ears. He growled softly beneath his breath and wrenched his head away from his chest. He had to focus. He needed to know what had gone wrong.
Rash’s legs trembled as he took a few unsteady steps forward. Not only was his sense of balance thrown off by the position of his head, but he was struggling to contain the growing lustful thoughts within his mind. It was hard not to think sexually. He was part of his own cock.
With slow, shaky steps, Rash made his way to his main desk. Most of his notes were still scattered across the desk, but without his hands it would be difficult to sort through them anyway. At least he didn’t have to rummage through drawers to try to find the answers to his unexpected condition.
Rash licked his lips as he looked over the scattered papers. He could feel a little drool trickling down his chin, though as he tasted it he was less sure that it was simple saliva. It tasted slightly salty. He shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to contain his lust. He swallowed. The pre that had been building in his mouth trickled down his long, flexible cock.
“Damn it, why can’t I have hands?” he groaned. He just wanted to lose himself to the lust that his new configuration instilled in him, but he was having to resist that for as long as he could. He needed to know why things had gone wrong, and if there was any need to worry.
He carefully picked up pieces of paper in his mouth, trying not to get them too wet with his pre-cum drool. He nosed through all the different sheets, trying to find any reason that could have caused his plans to go so awry.
Able to twist and move his head around so much was a small thing to make up for the lack of his arms. It made searching difficult, especially as some pieces of paper started to stick together as Rash continued to drool over them. He was desperate to stroke himself off, and several times he tried to twitch his shoulders in the hope that something had emerged from them again, but nothing ever happened.
Finally, he found a list of the ingredients that he had used in mixing up the potion. He nosed over it, trying to ignore the building lust in his body. His hips gently thrust forward, though he was able to twist his cock in a way that kept his head steady. His legs trembled, and his back arched back slightly as he forced himself to hold back.
Then he found it. The ingredients had listed for 30g of nullification powder for the mixture to negate the connection between his head and torso. He had used 300g.
“Oh, I hope that doesn’t mean anything bad,” the snow leopard huffed. He stepped back from his desk and arched his cock up so his head was almost in the normal place above his shoulders. Parts of his prehensile cock brushed against his chest, making him groan softly. He closed his eyes for a few moments as he tried to concentrate on what he needed to do, but his thoughts kept on getting distracted by the pre-cum drool that continued to drip from his mouth.
Rash wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold on to his coherent thoughts.
Everything kept looping back to his cock. He needed to stroke it, to rub it, to play with it. That’s what he’d given it to himself for.
With a groan, Rash turned away from the desk. There was nothing else he could do for himself there. He certainly wouldn’t be able to mix a new potion for himself in an attempt to reverse the changes. He had no antidote for it, and could only hope that his built in timer would still be in
effect. If not, he’d be forced to enlist the help of his assistants when they returned after the weekend.
A whole two days stuck without arms and his end on the end of his prehensile cock. The thought had come to his head as a terrible consequence of his actions, but he could feel his cock stiffen slightly and fill his mouth with pre. He moaned quietly, keeping his mouth closed as he tried to swallow the pre back down. He couldn’t be aroused, thinking that he might be stuck like this!
No matter what Rash did to try to curb his arousal, it only kept increasing. Everything felt so good. Even his breathing sent tingles of pleasure all the way through his cock, and whenever he moved his head it meant coils of his shaft rubbed together. It wasn’t enough to bring him anywhere near close to orgasm though.
With a growl of frustration, Rash stumbled further across the lab. He had to deal with this growing arousal, or else he knew he wouldn’t be able to think of any solution. His whole body was trembling in his growing need, but he had just enough self-awareness left that he knew he couldn’t just drop down to his knees in the middle of his lab. He staggered towards the elevator at the far end of the room.
Rash didn’t live in his lab, but he did have a small apartment room directly above it for those long nights where he was too busy with his work to make the commute home. It would prove useful now, giving him the perfect place to allow him to give in to his lusts.
He ran into a problem quickly. The elevator needed a button pressed to open the doors. Again he tried to use his arms, the movement just creating a little twitch of his shoulders. He sighed and lowered his head down to the button, pressing his nose against it. The doors opened with a cheerful ding.
Another press of a button with his nose later, and the elevator smoothly slid up to the next level, where it opened onto a small corridor with just one door a few paces away. Fumbling around with his head again, he managed to open the door to reveal a messy bedroom and kitchen all rolled into one. There was a small bathroom off to one side, and that was all Rash needed when he wasn’t
able to go home for the night. It was all he needed now as well, but for a wish for some hands to rub over his cock.
Rash dropped down to his knees, more out of habit than anything. Normally he would have placed his hands on his cock when he was feeling so horny and in such a position. He arched his back and shivered, rubbing his head against his chest for a few moments, before realising that it simply wasn’t enough. He shuffled forward until he was able to squirm up onto his bed.
The snow leopard rolled onto his back. He took a moment to look down at his body as it lay on the bed. From his vantage point on the spire of his flexible cock, he could see what he really looked like. Again, he felt a ripple of erotic thrill spread through his body at the sight. He loved how his shoulders looked without any arms or neck to blemish them. The sight of it sent another tingle up his cock, spilling some more pre in his mouth.
Once again, the snow leopard tried to swallow the mouthful of pre, but it was very quickly replaced by even more. He groaned softly. He needed to do something about it, and quickly. But he still didn’t know how. He could just grind himself against the bed, but he cringed at the thought. It sounded so crude and rough, and he didn’t really want to mash his face into the mattress.
Rash looked around the room, searching for anything he could use. The thought flickered through his mind that he could use his prehensile cock to penetrate himself. His muzzle twitched at the bizarre idea. He would get a unique new perspective on the act, but he forced himself to discount the idea. The potion hadn’t made him stretchy enough for such a thing, and fitting his entire head up his ass was probably not going to work out. He caught himself making a mental note to try it next time. Was there even going to be a next time?
The snow leopard shuddered and tried to put such thoughts to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t worry about what he was going to do with the next mixture of the potion. He had other, more important concerns to deal with.
His eyes cast around the room. His head was able to stay mostly stable, though his body twisted and writhed beneath him in his attempts to extend his non-existent arms up towards his cock. He could see nothing that would be useful, but as his body squirmed, his foot brushed up against the base of his shaft.
A whole world of opportunities opened up to Rash in that moment, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner. His body stilled despite the growing lust within his cock. He shifted his hips to get comfortable, before gradually lowering his cock a little closer to the bed, leaning away from his shoulders.
He lifted his legs up to meet his cock. At first he brushed and teased his thighs against the sides of his shaft. The touch wasn’t as good as his hands, but it still sent ripples of pleasure through his entire body. It radiated through his cock and down into his crotch, where it spread in great waves of satisfaction through his torso and legs. His toes clenched, but they were still too far away to stroke over his flexible cock.
The teasing with his legs lasted only a few seconds before the lust grew too much to contain.
He pressed the pads of his footpaws against his cock and flexed his toes, careful to keep his claws retracted.
His strokes were awkward at first. He had never done anything like this before, and his legs and footpaws weren’t as flexible as his arms and hands would have been, but he had to make do with what he had.
Slowly, Rash began to get a rhythm. His footpaws stroked up and down, toes teasing and pressing in to the sensitive flesh. As he worked, Rash felt himself struggle to keep his cock tensed enough to keep his head lifted up. It felt almost the opposite to normal. Instead of his cock stiffening in arousal, it was softening and losing its ability to hold the weight of his head up.
Letting out a soft moan of pleasure, Rash gently massaged his loosening cock as his head dropped down fully to rest on the mattress. If anything, that made it easier as his footpaws were able to press down and rub on the top of his cock, pushing it down against the mattess.
A pool of pre was already starting to form around Rash’s chin. The snow leopard was no longer even attempting to swallow it all down, instead just letting it spill from his lips. He didn’t care about anything anymore, but for the pleasure of his footpaws rubbing over his long, flexible cock.
Even his tail was able to get in on the action. His tail loosely wrapped around near the base of his cock, the fluffy tip gently teasing his balls.
Everything felt so good. His hips thrusted up into the air from instinct alone, the base of his cock held up by his tail as he rubbed and squeezed around the thick shaft. His mouth was wet with pre that constantly dribbled from his lips, and his eyes remained closed as his footpaws slowly travelled further down his legs.
Then his paws reached his head. The area that had once been his neck felt even more sensitive than anything else down his twitching cock. His toes pressed in behind his ears, and the snow leopard let out a wet moan of absolute bliss. Everything felt like stroking his cock, but amplified so much it was making his thoughts difficult to process. Especially given the pleasure was centred so close to his head.
Tensing his toes against his cheeks, Rash slowly rubbed his footpaws around the side of his head. His thoughts were scrambled by the action, and his eyes rolled back into his head in pleasure. He couldn’t think. He only knew the feeling of pleasure as it tore through his body. He couldn’t stop now, but his clumsy strokes weren’t enough to bring him up to that precipice of release.
Letting out a little growl of frustration, Rash kept grinding and rubbing his cock. His footpaws moved away from his head again as they teased and stroked over the rest of his length. It felt almost like a massage as his toes clenched and relaxed, pressing down into the soft, flexible shaft.
There was almost too much cock to properly pleasure as the snow leopard worked up and down the shaft. He trembled and squirmed, eyes closed as he tried to grind his wet muzzle against the mattress to add to the growing sensations within his body. Everything from his head to his crotch tingled in delight, and his torso and legs were warm with the radiating pleasure.
Rash didn’t even know how long he was writhing on his bed for. Time no longer held any real meaning to him as he desperately worked on his shaft. He rubbed and pressed, teased and tormented.
A growing wave was building within him. A gentle squeak escaped the snow leopard’s lips as he felt it rising. It started deep in his balls and slowly started to spread. It felt like a trickle as it entered the base of his cock, slowly increasing in pressure as it spread further up the long, flexible length. The pre in Rash’s mouth tasted different, becoming a little salty and thicker in texture.
He was close. His legs were starting to ache as they rubbed over his cock, but he couldn’t stop now. The pleasure was building and building, sending tingles of electric sensation through his whole body.
It began as a wave, but soon it became a tsunami of sensation that crashed through his body. His throat constricted for a moment as a rush of hot fluids roared up through his cock, before it was unleashed across his mattress in a powerful spray. The snow leopard wanted to moan and cry out, but he couldn’t make a sound as his throat was used to cum, not to speak.
Wave after wave of thick white cum spilled from his mouth, more than he had ever been able to produce before. His balls ached from the exertion, but every inch of his massive cock was aflame with desire and arousal.
The snow leopard’s footpaws were clenched tight around his shaft, just behind his head. He gently squeezed and tensed his toes around the soft flesh. He wanted to keep rubbing, but he couldn’t process the thoughts well enough to actually carry out the act. He was lost to pleasure as he gave up trying to count how many spurts of cum had already escaped his lips.
The crescendo of pleasure lasted for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute. It gradually started to fade with one last spluttering cough of cum from Rash’s throat, and slowly his whimpering moans started to emerge again. His legs collapsed down to either side of his exhausted cock and head. He didn’t even mind that they splashed down in the massive pool of cum he had created, nor did he mind that his head was resting in the middle of it.
He could barely move a muscle, and that was just perfect. The lust that had been overwhelming his mind was sated for now, though Rash didn’t think it would be too long before it would start to seep back into his thoughts. For now, he could just be content. His experiment had been an almost total success. He had hoped to experience orgasm as his own cock, and that had been achieved despite the setback in his lack of arms.
Slowly, Rash twitched his cock until he felt comfortable enough to lift his head up again. He shook himself slightly to drip away some of the excess cum that clung to his fur, before bringing his cock up to rest on his chest. He gazed up at his smooth shoulders.
“I could get used to that,” he muttered to himself. Already he was tempted to concoct a new potion that would simply remove his arms without the head displacement as well. It would be an interesting way to go around for a while. He glanced down at his footpaws and wiggled his toes.
Perhaps he would need to do something to them to make it easier, or he could stay with the challenge of using them as they were.
With a little effort, Rash forced his tired muscles into action. He sat up, letting his cock coil up in his lap with his head perched on top of it all. He licked his lips and looked at the mess he had made, but there wasn’t much he could do about that for now.
A grin slowly spread across his muzzle.
Maybe he would have to call one of his assistants after all, to help him clean up the small room and help him ease his lusts for the weekend. He could already think of exactly who to call for it. There was a fox on his staff who would love every moment of it, and would probably be pleading for a copy of the potion as well.
All Rash had to do first, was work out how to use his phone like this.
Already he could feel the warmth of lust building at the base of his cock. His grin spread a little wider.
“Time for round two.”