Conservation of Mass
Part 4: Four Legs Better
“He was so hitting on you!” Carrie announced we left the medical center.
“Uh, no, he’s like, in this thirties, and a guy, so….”
“Like that means anything? Maybe he’s bi. Maybe he just doesn’t care?” Carrie suggested, and edges close. “Guys can be pan too, you know.”
“Maybe,” I wondered aloud, then looks at Carrie again.
“So he’s sending you to counseling?” she asked. My referral and the other paperwork had gone to Carrie, as my roommate and the only one with hands between us. She was looking at the brochure for the counseling center.
“Yeah. Not sure what I’ll do other than talk about how weird nad horny I feel,” I said.
“There’s the NSSA,” Carrie said.
“Huh?”
“Non-Standard Student Alliance,” she responded, holding up one of the numerous pamphlets.
I sucked air in through my teeth.
“Not my bag either,” Carrie said. “Still, maybe check it out. Says they meet Saturdays.” She paused a beat. “Which means we can get you to the mall for new clothes!”
“I...what? No, I’m not blowing tons of money for something that’s going to last a week.”
Carrie raised an eyebrow, shifted her lips and tilted her head. “And how many pairs of sweats do you have?”
Not enough, I knew. So I’d need some new things anyway, and that meant…
“...and you’ll need something sexy for the party.”
“No!” I stopped dead. We’d gotten halfway back towards the dorm by now, stopped just across the footbridge, near the student union. “I’m not going to another party with you, Carrie! That’s what caused this whole mess! I’m going to keep my head down and wait for this to clear out of my system and then get back to normal. This is still all your fault!” By the time I finished I was yelling.
Carrie’s head had shrunk down, her arms hugging across her. “I know,” she said in a whimper.
I felt bad immediately. I rolled my head back, sighing. “It’s okay,” I said. I only half-meant it. Truth was, this was all her fault, just not in the way she’d intended. Carrie had aimed for a playful prank and had gotten a life altering experience. It’s s not as if she’d know the effect would be so dramatic, that the nanobots would cannibalize my arms to build me a monster girlcock. She was careless, not malevolent.
“Let’s go get breakfast,” I suggested by way of a peace offering. “I need coffee and stuff.” I started down the hill towards the Union, a low, two story brick building. Carrie mm-hummed at me and hustled after. We entered and headed towards the main dining room. It sat in the center of the building, two stories high, surrounded by balconies on the second floor, making it something like an arena. It all inked up to the campus meal plan, and most importantly – for reasons nobody quite understood – had the best coffee on campus.
We got to the line and I had to instruct Carrie on how to put things together for me. Two sugars, one shot of milk, light on the cream cheese, and no, that is way too toasted. It was both fun and frustrating, getting to instruct Carrie like a servant. Finally we got to the checkout line. The cashier, a work-study student who looked like he’d rather be asleep, reached out to take my card. I cleared my throat, then twisted my torso, shaking the empty sleeves on my t-shirt.
The cashier went pink, eyes widening, his brillo-pad of hair shaking as he shook his head. “I’m so sorry, I just, I didn’t notice,” he sputtered. He was embarrassed, but intrigued too, clearly staring at my shoulders, my chest. I arched my back before I realized I even had. Let him stare. What could I really hide, now?
“Got it,” Carrie said, waving her card at the cashier. He added Carrie’s order to mine, then swiped her card and we headed off to the dining room. Carrie landed us a table towards the center of the room. She jabbed a straw in my coffee, the kind made of the tough plastic that could take the heat.
“People are looking,” I said, glancing about. I could feel eyes on me, people wondering who would go so far as to have her arms off. Where could I get a t-shirt with big arrows reading “ACCIDENT”?
“And? You were rack-flashing that cashier a minute ago,” Carrie said.
“That was different,” I said, leaning forward to take a sip of my coffee. The warm liquid hit my throat and landed, soothingly in my belly.
“How?” Carrie asked. “Look, Meg, I get you didn’t want this, and I’ll do whatever I can to make it right, now or later. You just...you can’t embrace it on the one hand and then get shy when people actually pay attention to you.”
“So be like you?” I asked, looking at Carrie’s top, revealing of her double-cleavage.
“That’s one option,” Carrie answered, holding out my bagel for me to take a bite of. Feeding me. I felt myself go red, hesitating. Carrie huffed, blowing her bangs around. “It’s not like people think you can take it yourself.” I leaned in and bit, and it reminded me how hungry I’d actually been. I took another and chewed as Carrie continued. “Look, you can hide. Some do. It’s not like you’re the first accidental non-standard. Like the doctor said, it’ll probably all be over in a week anyway. Bet you can ride it out that long, hide in our room and whatever.”
“Or I can be an attention whore?” I shot.
“Or you can embrace difference and find out why some of us love it!” Carrie announced, perhaps trying too hard to put a positive spin on it.
I sighed, then sipped some more coffee. It wasn’t a crazy idea. Just...not one that came naturally. Maybe I could? I’d already done it, to a point. Why was I holding back?
Carrie and I chatted a bit more through breakfast, about classes, some of which we shared. It was so normal, so usual, that my anxiety sank down back into my subconscious where it belonged. It even took me a minute to realize some guy two tables over was snapping pictures. My eyes widened…
“Hey!” Carrie hissed at me, a look of warning on her face. “You go over there and start a thing, you guarantee you’ll be plastered all over campus,” she warns. I curled in my lips, felt my legs untensing at the warning. “I...it’s just so weird. I’m not used to being photographed randomly in public.”
“Yeah, being non-standard is like that...because you’re non-standard! Different. Interesting.”
“How’d you get used to it?” I asked Carrie, glancing down at her chest.
“Surplus of awesome,” she says with a grin, and swallowed down the last of her breakfast. “I gotta go,” she said.
I was startled, and still chewing the last of my bagel. “Wha?” I mumbled.
“I do have a life outside you, Meg,” Carrie answered, standing and picking up her bag.
“It’s cool. We’ll meet back at the room later and we can go shopping. That NSSA meeting is soon, you should hit that up.”
I swallowed and considered protesting. I wanted Carrie near me, to do my bidding, to be my hands. I could push the issue. She’d probably cave. But...would that really help me cope? Or just perpetuate a crutch? Maybe I should see what this was all really like.
“Okay,” I said, letting out a breath.
Carrie grabbed my items for the dish return and headed out of the dining hall, then out of the Union entirely, leaving me alone. Huh. Flying solo, I guess.
I glanced about. Nobody was staring, not obviously. Nobody was coming to grab me. I got out of my chair and walked with faux confidence towards the stairs, then mounted the stairs and with quick steps headed up to the second floor.
By the time I got to the balcony, my faux confidence felt more real. I could do this. This would be okay.
I found a set of vacant couches near the room the director listed for the day’s NSSA meeting. I kicked my feet up to rest on the little table between the couches and waited.
“Meg?” came a voice I didn’t quite recognize. Then a laugh. “Holy crap, Meg! I didn’t believe that was you!”
The girl who moved into view looked like somebody I should recognize – she was a ‘taur!
It was weird. I’d seen a few on campus, but they tended to be older. Taurs were big a couple years ago, but it was more the sort of thing your big sister would do. But this girl looked my age.
“Evelyn, from high school?” she prodded.
It clicked.
Evelyn Park. On the track and swim teams, always a bright student, on the straight laced side even for my hometown. The Evelyn I'd known would have seemed incredibly uptight at this college, but...
...nope. She'd found her groove, and what a groove! Her straight black hair fell to her waist in a loose, playful ponytail. Her build was still slim, but with a notably fuller chest. I didn't know if I should chalk that up to enhancement or the bandeau she wore, maybe some of each. At the waist, her hips went three ways instead of two, joining her front hips to her lower torso in a smooth, graceful curve that made me shift in my seat. That lower body was made up of a second human torso, with front ribs and extra organs, and lead back a few feet to a second pair of hips, and a second pair of legs.
Matching athletic shorts on her front and rear hips left little to the imagination, showing off curves and a lot of leg. So much leg! Long, longer than I remembered, leading down to some pink sneakers with wedge heels built in.
"Meg?" Evelyn snapped her fingers in my face.
"MEG!?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, Evelyn!" I'd been staring, and I let her think that was why I looked embarassed, rather than the growing hardness in my sweats.
"That's....wow, you look great, but different!"
Evelyn giggled. She moved to the couch opposite me, sliding her rear legs in and sitting sidelong on its length, both sets of legs crossed tantilizingly. "Like you're totally standard," she replies with a snort. "I've wanted to go taur for *years* but my parents wouldn't let me. So as soon as I turned eighteen, bam, did it! Took everything I'd saved on my own for college, but...." she gestured to herself, with a little ta-da.
"Ouch. And all the clothes. That's a big change, Evelyn."
"Says the girl with no arms," Evelyn said with a wink. "Surprised I hadn't seen you around campus. There's not that many armless girls."
"It's a..." accident? No, I didn't want Evelyn's sympathy, sincere as I was sure it would be. "It's a recent change."
An aaaha. "Well the first couple weeks are hardest adjusting. I was knocking things over, had trouble with all my clothes...like a toddler, I was!" Evelyn laughed, tossing her head back. Everything she did, said, amped me up just a little more, this gorgeous, leggy creature just hanging out with me.
"So what's your major?"
Such a mundane question. "M...mechanical engineering," I said. "Tentatively, anyway."
"You always did like to build things," she says, with a glance ot my shoulders. "Ideas girl?"
After a moment it clicked. "I suppose so," I said with a faint laugh. "You?"
"Haven't decided. Maybe something practical, like law or accounting. Part of me wants to do biodesign, but..." she shook her head. "I literally passed out in freshman bio. Not sure I have the stomach for it."
"You'll find something good," I reassured her, neutrally. Truth is, I hadn't really been thinking about it, instead wondering how to handle my growing erection. Shit, how do guys do it? Oh, right, a simple little shift, a discrete nudge. A nudge I couldn't give it. I moved my legs, hoping the pressure from my thighs would be enough.
It wasn't. Worse, it tipped my hand.
Evelyn's eyes went wide. "Meg!" she hisses. "Holy crap, you didn't?"
"Didn't..."
But here Evelyn smirked. "Always thought you were kinkier than I realized. Indiana kept you down too, huh?"
No, I'd really never wanted a cock before, I wanted to tell her. What Carrie told me came back to me, though. Fake it, put myself out there. I grinned. "Best of both worlds," I answered, at the risk overplaying my hand.
Evelyn pressed her lips together. "Hey...lemme see it?"
My head snapped about the lounge. "Here!?" I hissed.
"Nah," she answered. "Gym. C'mon,"
With that she stood an sauntered off, her hips swaying in mesmerizing counter-swing motions. A groan escaped my lips, muffled my the knowledge I might be about to tear my pants.
We headed down the main stairs, then through narrowinger basement stairs to the gym level. It was old and musty, mostly maintained for the club sports - varisty athletics had their own, new fancy gym. The women's locker room was deserted at this hour, just rows of lockers with a big gang shower at the end. Evelyn trotted into the shower, her lower body bending perfectly as she circled around to face me.
"It's big, isn't it?" she, lust on her face, desire in her eyes.
"Pretty."
"Pretty?"
"Very." I waited a beat. "Ridiculously."
Evelyn grabbed my sweats and pulled them down. The restraint strapping had entirely come undone, and my huge, half-hard shaft sprung out and brushed one of Evelyn's sleek thighs. Her turn to stare, as her hands came down to stroke my base.
"You kinky bitch! You must be the biggest girl on campus!"
Having no reason to doubt her, I went with it. "Damn right," I said, and my shoulders twitched, trying to put on my hips the handsI no longer had.
"How do you..."
"I...don't. Haven't yet," I admitted. "Inside, anyway."
Evelyn's smile took on a devious cast, as she licked her lips. "Lucky me," she said. She moved away from me, turning her luscious body and waving her rear at me. Luscious, round, the perfect balance between plush and firm. I throbbed harder, a wave of desire overtaking me. "Going to put that to use?" Evelyn asked.
She'd taken up a position against the wall, her hands on it, bracing herself, with her front and rear legs spread. In those few seconds I'd come to full mast, my cock jutting out in front of me like a lance. I could smell Evelyn's sex, her desirous musk mixing with my own. A few steps, my shaft swaying, and I bumped the head against her butt.
"Yeeeeeeesssssssss," she hissed at me, eyes glittering. She tossed her hair, and then leaned back, pushing towards me. Before I knew what was happening...
..."Oh god!" I cried. I almost fell back, but instead my shaft slide into Evelyn's wet sex. Somehow she got me into her. The inches disappeared, sliding into her. How....and then it clicked. That bigger lower body, all that space...gave her room for a super-sized vagine. I pressed into her and whimpered, almost faling over right there. Finally I hilted down, getting a surprised yelp from Evelyn.
"You're amazing," she hissed at him. She let me pull back, then press back in. My body swayed as my legs thrust me in and out of her, making lewd, wet splorching noises. Our combined fluids leaked, dribbling down her thighs and mine.
Every shove pushed Evelyn's front up against the wall again, jamming her hips there, pressing her breasts to the tile. Her arms sayed out at her sides, hands on the wall to help herself push back, to little effect. I had her, I had this elegantly made four-legged woman speared on my shaft, sending waves of pleasure straight into my brain.
I felt it overtaking me. I rutted harder, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out. My balls slapped between our thighs, swaying pendulously, tightening and churning with mutant seed.
Was it a minute? Five? Ten? I lost all sense of time as Ev1elyn and I fucked. As the taur's legs quievered, my release arrived. I screamed out in extasy, as my whole body tensed up and focused on one goal, firing a huge stream of seed out my cock.
I came. I jerk. I fell on my ass. The force of my release pushed me out of Evelyn, sending me flat on my back in the showers. I could see my cock, towering above me, three feet of strong throbbing flesh with a stream of cum firing out the end. That stream lashed about the showers as I shifted, until it finally tapered off.
Evelyn, meanwhile, had dropped to her knees, panting and catching her breath from her own orgasmic eperience. She groped her tits as she let out her final gasps, shuddering and slumping down, panting - I wondered if she'd passed out, until a look over her shoulder with a pleased little smirk told me she was fine.
Better than fine.
"Fucking amazing fucking," Evenly said. With effort she pulled herself to her feet, front legs first, then rear. "Never got filled up like that," she said. She turned on a couple of the shower heads and warm water streamed down, sending out mixed fluids down the drain. Evenlyn helped me to my feet and scrubbed me down with directed intimacy, her touch moving over me without fear but never lingering.
It reminded me of how I used to wash my vibrators, a thought which sent a tingle up my spine.
Finally washed and dried, Evelyn helped me get my clothes back on, then dressed herself in an intricate dance to get her front and rear ends covered. Shoes last, and she put an arm about my waist as we went back upstairs.
"I'm so, so glad I ran into you," she told me.
"Me too," I answered with a blush. Post sex chat was always so awkward. I usually expected my partner to just roll over and nap, or take off. "Um....."
"Um?" Evelyn prodded, bumping her front hips against mine.
"You...."
"God no, I'm no virgin," EVelyn hissed, contorting her face in annoyance. "Just...the conversion process made me a lot..." a ginger clearing of her throat, "bigger than I expected. I've been with some enhanced guys, but nobody your size."
"Thanks?"
"Just know there's use for all that pipe you're swinging," Evelyn said.
I had to giggle at that. We'd wended our way back upstairs. "Uh, where is everybody?" I asked, as we arrived at the meeting room.
A few fliers were left on chairs, but otherwise the room was empty. I looked up at the clock.
"Crap!" I cried. Evelyn and I fucked away the entire meeting!
