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Patreon Short 12 - The Tails of Graduation (Part 3)
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Part 4 will be out very soon. It's already written and just needs one more look. It still looks like there will be six parts to this story.
Before Bianca can start her interview with Violet and Crystal, she finds a classmate who is transforming and tries to aid her. This leads to a rather embarrassing situation.
The Tails of Graduation - Part 3
by Zmeydros
(edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)
Watching my scaly balls flop around while I did my morning stretches was far more amusing than it had any right to be. At the end of my routine, I made the mistake of shaking my hips to make them swing on purpose and ended up exciting my gigantic new clit. Not looking down due to the risk of exciting my unclothed recent addition, I applied the tiny bit of makeup I liked to have on my freckled cheeks and around my light blue eyes. When I reached into my makeup drawer to grab my transparent strawberry-tinted lip gloss, the equine head of my cock was poked out as if to say, "Good morning, Bianca. Hope you haven't forgotten about me."
When my dick started to push out of its scaly sheath, I realized I was staring at it and focused on putting my lip gloss on instead. The lack of encouragement didn't stop my building erection, however, and I was half-hard by the time I was done. Looking down at my prick, I said, "You're as big of an attention whore as Crystal's dog." My prick had held me hostage three more times after I came for Linnette yesterday. It had also grown a whole 'nother inch and I was really hoping it was done.
The simple act of putting my lip gloss into my backpack got my balls to rub against my clit and the scales on my inner thighs. With a frustrated groan, I grabbed my vibrator, went into the bathroom, and kneeled in the tub. There, I stroked myself with my left hand while guiding my vibrator with my right. I could have teased myself or gone a bit slower to make things more satisfying, but I had to get on with my day, so I just went as fast as the lubrication from my pre would allow and came within a couple minutes. After I'd fired all my spunk across the length of the tub, I tilted my dick toward my face and stared at the fully-flared head. I don't know why I found the flare so attractive, but gazing at it right after I came never got old, especially when some of my thick seed was dribbling from the cum hole.
After taking my vibrator out and carefully washing off my lower half without splashing any water on my makeup, I walked into my parents' bedroom looking for something I could wear. I'd worn a housecoat all yesterday, even to dinner where I'd told my parents I'd been feeling ill and that I'd be in my room the rest of the night. Sure, I should have gone shopping yesterday, but all my masturbating had cut into the time I needed to spend on my scholarship applications.
I'd have to go to the store after school today, but right now I just needed to borrow a pair of my dad's jeans while he was downstairs chatting to mom. I didn't own a skirt and had no plans to wear one, ever.
The jeans in my dad's hamper had a bit of mud on them, so I went over to his dresser and opened the drawer he kept his jeans in. Once I had a pair of dark blue ones with some nice fading around the knees, I went back into my room and used my belt to hold them up. The result was ridiculous: I had to roll the legs into thick cuffs because they were way too long, the crotch was baggier than necessary to hide my equipment, the butt was so roomy that it wasn't even touching my backside, and my toned thighs had over an inch of room around them. It was good that I wasn't going to be on camera today.
Putting on my socks and then my backpack, I mentally prepared myself for the questions I'd likely get the moment I was in the kitchen.
As I left my room, I grabbed the hard case that I kept my camera equipment in with one hand and the handle on my tripod with the other. While I was going down the stairs, the stiff cuffs caught on the steps pulling the legs of my dad's jeans up. By the time I got to the bottom, I was rethinking whether these pants were going to work after all. The lack of panties was causing my junk to bounce around and that was not a part of my anatomy I could afford to excite.
After setting my things down in the entryway, I went into our white-and-tan-tiled kitchen to find mom and dad sitting at the table. My mom was reading the finance section of the newspaper while my dad was scrolling through twitter on his phone. Both of were eating bread with jam, though dad had used twice as much jam as mom. Mom's plate had one speck of cheesy scrambled eggs on it while dad's had bits of breakfast sausage and scrambled eggs strewn across it. He was scooping the last bits of it onto his toast despite the butter and jam already on it. His obsession for mixing sweet and savory was a sight to behold.
Looking up from his phone as I passed by, dad said, "We're out of cornflakes, but there's plenty of eggs and sausage left."
"Thanks!" I said as I grabbed a plate out of the cupboard. I piled the rest of the scrambled eggs and sausage on my plate suddenly feeling hungry enough that two servings wasn't enough. I put four pieces of toast in the toaster and then sat down at the table.
Before dad could ask me any questions, I stabbed some eggs and some sausage with my fork and put it all in my mouth. Stalling wasn't going to work, but I figured I'd try anyway.
Dad's frizzy dirty blonde hair defied gravity above his round clean-shaven face. He raised an eyebrow as he asked, "So, may I ask why you're wearing my jeans?"
Putting down the newspaper, mom said, "What?" Mom's chin was pointier than mine, but she was where I got my red hair from, though hers was a shade more orange than mine.
Holding up a finger, I took my time chewing so I could weigh my options. Mom was a human lie detector, it was basically her job, and dad would be heartbroken if I put off telling him until my changes got so far along that they were obvious. But surely I could wait just one more day, right?
After taking a drink from the glass of orange juice dad had poured for me, I said, "I forgot to do my laundry."
Mom raised an eyebrow, "You did your laundry two days ago."
Her stare had my stomach knotting up. "I accidentally used too much soap and my jeans are making me itchy?" I cringed because I'd used the wrong intonation.
"Bianca, whatever it is, you can tell us," dad said.
Having no way out other than to dig myself in deeper, I tried, "No, seriously, my clothes are making me itchy and I have to rewash them." I forced my face to stay in a neutral expression telling myself that I was doing the right thing. That I'd risk being late for school if I told them now.
Nothing was as unnerving as my mother's calmness when I was trying to deceive her. "Then why isn't that blouse, or your bra, making you itchy?"
Lying had this awful problem that it had to be maintained and I was running out of explanations. I paused to think, my neck muscles tensing up until they ached. "I had them from an earlier load?"
Mom's brow was scrunched in concern. "Honey, did someone hurt you?"
"Do you need a hug?" dad offered.
If I let this go on, they were going to draw conclusions that made the conversation even harder. So, I swallowed and said, "I caught the Tail Virus."
"Very funny," dad said not meaning it.
Mom stared at me and then blinked. "She's not joking."
"Oh, honey..." Dad reached across the round pinewood table and grabbed my hand.
Mom folded up her newspaper and laid it flat on the table. She smoothed out the wrinkles in it as she spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I'd been distracting myself with more breakfast and had to finish chewing before I said, "Not really, I'm still graduating. Life has to go on, right?"
"What's changed so far?" Dad was gripping the table anxiously and now I was getting anxious too.
I blushed. "I...uhh...have new parts."
"Parts plural?" Dad's eyes widened.
I nodded.
Mom grimaced.
Dad just sat there while I got my toast and spread butter and orange marmalade on it.
Mom was reading something on her phone and asked, "Are you having any dysphoria?
"No, I'm mostly annoyed about the change in my libido. Well, and the possibility that none of my clothes will fit a week from now." I frowned as I sat back at the table. My balls felt so odd just sitting there between my thighs, and ever since I'd gained them, I'd been sitting with my legs further apart.
"We'll chip in to help you buy new clothes or get your old ones altered," Dad offered.
"Are you experiencing any physical pain associated with your changes?" Clearly, mom was running through some sort of checklist. But I didn't mind because she was the best person to have around in a crisis.
"No pain so far." I took a big bite of one of my pieces of toast, glad neither of them had investigated my comment about my libido. I'd said it more to be up front about how I felt than to have it become the topic of conversation.
"Oh, good." Her eyes drifted over my plate full of protein and carbs. "I'm guessing you have experienced a change in your appetite?"
I nodded. "I've been eating like three times what I normally do. Can the Tail Virus make people gain weight or something?"
"Not in the way you're thinking. It says here that smaller appetite differences can be linked to growing a tail and such, but a very large increase, like the one you're experiencing, could be linked to you growing taller or, very rarely, becoming a taur." She looked up from her phone. "I hope it's not the latter because that seems very inconvenient."
"You and me both." I paused for a moment thinking about the prospects of being taller like hitting my head on things, easily taking things off the top shelf in the supermarket, intimidating jocks at school, and getting good shots by holding my camera above other people's heads. I wasn't seeing very many downsides, but I didn't know for sure that I'd get taller and not turn into a taur, so I had to ask, "Should I eat less to prevent that from happening?"
Mom said, "No, people on low calorie diets have a high mortality rate when infected by the Tail Virus. You should absolutely keep eating however much you feel hungry for."
"She could die?" Dad's face was pale in panic.
"It's a risk with any infectious disease, but she's young and properly fed. She'll be fine." Mom typed something on her phone and then set it down.
"Do you want me to make more scrambled eggs or sausage? You sure you have enough?" Dad asked.
I laughed. "Yes, I have plenty."
"I'm just glad we know why everything in the fridge has been disappearing," mom said.
"Sorry about that, I should have told you two sooner, but I just...I don't know." I shrugged.
"Someday, you're going to figure out that talking about your problems makes things better and not worse," dad said.
"But I like pretending I don't have any," I complained.
Dad chuckled.
Mom looked at me, "Do you have a penis?"
"Mom!?" I dropped my fork.
"Look, I'm assuming you have one due to what you said earlier, but assumptions are problematic. Especially, when you're making them about your own children."
"Why does it matter whether I have one or not?" I furrowed my brow.
She made a gesture with her palms up trying to look as non-threatening as possible. Her intensity tended to scare people, so she often tried to use gestures to seem less intimidating. "Because I want to know what you're going through so I can be prepared to help if you need me. And because I wanted to say, regardless of what you have down there, I consider you every bit as much a woman as before."
"I feel the same," Dad said.
"Aww, that actually means a lot." I smiled.
They just sat there expectantly.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine! Your daughter now has a penis."
Mom grabbed my hand and squeezed: it was her way of hugging.
Getting up, dad hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my head. "You're still our little girl, okay? We'll get through this together."
I nodded getting a bit teary-eyed.
We shared a nice family moment where I just sat there with both of my parents in comfortable silence. Eventually, dad sat back down and took a sip of his coffee. Mom let go of my hand and munched on her toast. I was very grateful they let me finish my scrambled eggs and sausage before they got too cold. When my plate was spotless, I got out of my chair and said, "Well, I better get going. Thanks for breakfast!"
Furrowing his brow, dad said, "Are you sure you need to wear my pants? Mom's are a bit bigger than yours and would probably fit a bit better."
"I need yours, trust me," I replied.
Dad's jaw dropped. "Just how big are you?"
"HAROLD!" mom scolded.
Blushing, I said, "I don't think you want me to answer that."
"Do-" Dad blinked as if his couldn't believe he as about to say whatever was on his mind. "Do you want some of my boxers?"
"HAAAAAROOOOOOLD!!" Mom smacked his shoulder with the newspaper.
"Hey now! I'm not a dog!" Dad winced as if he was expecting another whack.
Waving the newspaper menacingly at him, mom said, "Please, think before you speak!"
Blushing deeply, I said, "Umm, actually, I would like some boxers."
Dropping the rolled-up newspaper on the table, mom said, "Oh."
* * * * *
Thankfully, I made it to school with no more awkward conversations and I was glad my dad gave me a pair of his boxers to wear, even though it was gross. His jeans were rough and I didn't want to know what chafed man parts felt like.
What I wasn't glad about was that I was a fashion disaster. Every time I saw my reflection on the little windows in the doors to the classrooms, on laptops other students had in class, or in the mirrors of women's bathrooms, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. No one had said anything, but I was getting plenty of looks that made me self conscious.
By the time I got to the end of Economics, I just wanted to go home and hide in my bed, but I still needed to interview Crystal and Violet and then give them a ride home. Putting my head in my hands, I waited as Mr. Thomas went over the stuff he'd emailed us last night about the final. The sun was reflecting off of the diamond-patterned blue on darker blue floor tiles causing a glaring line on the far wall. When I stood up at the end of class to start tossing stuff in my backpack, I got the sun in my eyes.
Blinking and waiting for a purple streak to leave my vision, I heard Crystal's voice from the doorway. "Hey, Bianca. Why didn't you tell me that you got the--"
"Shush!" I commanded.
"Oh, calm down already, everyone knows," she said sounding annoyed.
"What?" I was finally able to see again.
Crystal was wearing a light pink blouse and a short skirt that challenged the school rules. Her slender body came with tits that were too big for her and she loved to flaunt them. Normally, I didn't care what she looked like, but today, the bit of sideboob she was showing was making my cock twitch in its sheath. "Some people saw you with a freshly-tailed Linnette on Friday and today everyone saw you wearing, lemme guess, your dad's pants?"
I blushed as I showed my teeth. "Not now, Crystal!"
"Fine, whatever." She strutted into the room. "Are we going to do the interview in here, or?"
"I wanted some natural light, but this isn't what I had in mind."
"There's a skylight in the biology lab and it's one of the nicer classrooms," Crystal said.
"Sounds good. Can you text Violet that we'll meet her there while I go get my camera and stuff?"
"Sure, want me to carry anything?" She asked.
Taking off my backpack, I handed it to her. "I can get the rest."
She set my backpack on the desk next to her and pulled her phone out of her cream-colored purse as I walked out into the hallway. Just before I got to the AV room, I heard a yelp from the hallway led to the lunchroom. A girl with black curly hair spilling down to her shoulders and dark mahogany skin was hunched over with her right hand on the dilapidated grey lockers to keep herself steady. In her left hand was a cup from Twin Mermaids.
Her second gasp made my crotch tingle and the moan she made after that got me throbbing. "Do you need help?" I asked.
"Y-YES!" she cried as the back of her dark blue skirt got lifted up by something.
I ran to her front and took the cup from her. It was still warm and had some sort of sweet-smelling coffee concoction in it. "The cafeteria's empty, how about I help you get in there?"
"Yeah...O-OH! okay," she said.
Pleading with my cock not to get hard, I took her hand and led her toward the cafeteria while she rubbed at herself with the hand she'd stuffed into her skirt. Dragging her bucking body along with me, I bit my tongue to keep my erection at bay and pulled the cafeteria door open.
Inside were teal and white tiles and brand new lunch tables. I led her to the nearest lunch table and guided her to lean on it before setting down her coffee cup.
"Ack! My panties!" she gripped the edge of the table and yelped as she tented her skirt.
With my heart thumping, I asked, "Do you want me to pull them down?"
"Yes! Get them off me!" she yelled so loud it echoed off the far wall.
Grabbing her skirt and panties in the front and back, I pulled them down over her growing parts. A lengthening orca fluke complete with black and white markings was growing out of her tailbone while four-inch-long prehensile whale equipment was stretching out from where her clit should have been. Both were increasing in size at an alarming rate and my prick was coming out of my sheath just as fast.
As black orca skin filled in on her ass and legs, I asked, "Do you want to be alone?"
"No! Stay!" She grabbed my hand and put it on her cock. "Please, I need to get off so bad!"
My pussy was ridiculously wet after only ten seconds of trying to wrangle her wildly out-of-control dick. Her brain had no idea how her new length worked, so it was curling and curving and contorting at random. My hand had her pre all over it and I could smell a salmon scent laced with cantaloupe, or some other floral melony scent, coming off of her. Her whale dick was now well over a half foot long. As her fluke reached three feet long and her nose started to flatten, her moans got even louder.
Suddenly, she ripped off her blouse and bra exposing a white orca belly and two pert breasts. As she turned to face me, she put a hand on my shoulder and pushed down. "Gotta cum right now! I need your mouth!"
Using my rock-hard prick to analyze the situation instead of my brain, I obediently got on my knees and offered my mouth to her. She immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me toward her loins spearing my maw with her poorly-controlled phallus. My tongue desperately tried to stay a step ahead of her length as she bucked her hips. I had no idea what I was doing, but I tried to keep my teeth from touching her tasty orca erection. My dad's pants and boxers were at capacity and I had no way of relieving the pressure, so I just tried not to make things rub too much while my pussy juice dripped down the back of my sac. Feeling sympathetic for how wet she was, I put my hand up between her legs and pressed fingers inside her slick pussy.
"Yes! Oh! YES!" she roared as she threw back her orca snout.
Her own sac started to fill with her new testes, pressing right up against my chin as her prick tried to murder me. It was moving frantically with waves and convulsions along its length. And when her balls fell fully into place, it tried to drown me.
I swallowed her thick creamy cum because my life depended on it.
Every throb of her shaft was accompanied by a clench of her pussy as she came around my fingers as well. Her high-pitched shrieks of bliss nearly made me jizz my pants and I was shivering with desire by the time she was spent.
Once she finally let go of my hair, I pulled my mouth off her cock so I could catch my breath. As I heaved for air at her feet, she looked toward the door and said, "Hey! Who the hell are you?"
Turning to look behind me, I saw Crystal smirking and Violet looking on with wide eyes. Violet was in jeans and a blue button-down blouse with a wide collar and her hand was hovering over her crotch. Her small thin frame supported a very expressive face that clashed with her introverted nature. People looking at her always thought she was Chinese, but talking to her for five minutes was all it took for them to decide she was quite British.
"They're my friends," I explained.
"Bianca?!" Violet exclaimed staring at something on my face.
I held up my hands and said, "It's not what it looks like!" Orca cum dripped from my chin onto my yellow blouse.
"Oh, so you didn't just suck off that orca girl?" Crystal chided.
"She hadn't gone orca yet when I found her." I blushed so deeply my cheeks hurt. "And, umm, she needed my help."
"Help," Crystal said making air quotes.
Violet blushed deeper as she looked the aquatic hottie beside me.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" The orca girl said as she started to realize what had just happened. "No one's even going to recognize me."
"You're fucking hot, they'll get over it," Crystal said.
The orca girl asked, "What, you're into mosaics, girl?"
"I'm into new experiences." Crystal shrugged. "And you've got a tentadick, name one person who wouldn't want to play with that."
The orca girl looked down at her still-hard prick. "Fuck! My boyfriend's gonna kill me!" She worked to gather her clothes. "And I can't be seen cheating--or whatever…I've gotta go."
"They have spare clothes in the nurse's office," I said.
"Thanks!" the orca said as she clumsily ran past Violet and Crystal.
"So, did you have yourself a good time?" Crystal asked.
"Can we talk about something, anything else?" I groaned as I got to my feet, my cock had found its way down the leg of my boxers and was pressed up against my thigh.
Crystal's eyes wouldn't leave my crotch. "I'm sorry, your pecker's just too damn big to ignore. What did you feed that thing?"
Hiding the outline of my length with my hands, I said, "Urgh! It's not gonna go down if you keep staring at it!"
After a put-upon sigh, Crystal said, "Fine."
Violet pulled off her backpack and got out a tissue before walking up to me. "Here, for the...you know." She handed it to me.
"Oh, thanks." I wiped the cum off of my lips, chin, and shirt. Then I popped the top off of the coffee cup the girl had been holding before she transformed so I could toss the balled-up tissue in there. Wait, I smelled caramel! When I considered tasting the latte to see if I could identify anything off about it, I gagged. Definitely not worth it, I decided.
"You okay?" Crystal asked.
"It's--" I realized I didn't want to explain anything about what happened between me and Linnette so I just said, "It's a long story." Putting the tissue in the cup and closing the lid, I walked toward the big trash barrel near the door. My thick stiffy fought my normal locomotion as it slid against my leg.
Violet asked, "So, that poor girl just changed right in front of you?"
"Let's get the stuff for the interview while we chat," I said holding the door to the cafeteria open and waiting for them. The moment they started following me, I said, "I found her bent over in the hallway without any visible changes and offered to help get her to the cafeteria."
Violet said, "So, she was one of the explosive transformation cases, neat! Well, not neat for her, I guess."
"Yeah, she was a full orca mosaic within five minutes." I opened the door to the AV room.
Crystal played with the hem of her blouse as she said, "They say it feels really good and she looked so satisfied when she was--"
"Nope!" I grabbed my camcorder bag and handed the tripod to Violet with my other hand. "I don't want to be hard when I'm trying to interview you two."
"It's no big deal. As long as you don't give me the virus, everything's peachy keen." Crystal glanced at my erection. "That does look uncomfortable, though."
"It is uncomfortable. Stop staring!" I complained.
"Any clue as to what type of mosaic you're going to be?" Violet asked.
Crystal still had my backpack in one hand, her purse in the other, and her own backpack on her shoulder. So I grabbed the best lighting set in the AV room in my other hand. It was a nice new all-LED one that was easy to carry. "I don't know, something with scales? Maybe dragon?"
"Oh? you have scales?" Crystal asked.
I nodded as we headed out of the AV room.
Violet asked, "Can I see them?"
Pushing back against my irritation, I kept in mind that I'd be just as curious in their position. "I'll let you guys see my tail when we get to the biology lab."
"Cool!" Violet's steps became eager and she took the lead.
"I know you don't like skirts, but I wouldn't be caught dead in pants that baggy," Crystal said.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in a skirt," I quipped.
"Why do you dislike skirts so much?" Violet asked.
I shrugged. "Skirts are less functional. What if I need to jump on a motorcycle and outrun a bunch of Yakuza?"
Violet giggled. "So it's just functionality?"
"Do you always know why you don't like something?" I asked.
"Yes," Violet said.
I chuckled. "Well, I don't."
"She's just stubborn," Crystal offered.
"Maybe?" I said as I tried not to think back to sucking on that orca cock during the lull in our conversation and failed miserably. I could still taste her and watching her transform while she was moaning at the top of her lungs nearly caused me to burst without touching myself. My pussy was wet as ever, probably punishing me for not riding her prehensile cock when I had the chance.
As we walked up to the door to the biology lab, I wondered how I was going to get through the interview without tearing my clothes off.
END OF PART 3
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