Becoming the Beast (closed)

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Lance Morgan grumbled, as he looked at his phone. 4 texts from her. She. His her. She was supposed to be hers. He had spent his life Pershing her, now here he was at this party school, working with this crazed professor, all for her. He coulda gone to MIT or Harvard, or any of the Ivy leagues. The voice was his. And what did he do? He followed her

He picked up the phone and looked at the texts. She was going to a party and was trying to impress some jock. What should she wear? He just prayed that she wasn't about to send him a bunch of selfies with her in different tops, or god forbid FaceTime while she tried in clothes

He loved her. He listed for her. He cherished her, and well, she thought he was just the best


He walked over to his mirror and eyed his 6 foot 150 lb frame. All elbows and rib bones. No wonder she never thought of him like that. He had a decent bone structure, as far as his face was. And jet black hair, and blue eyes she had mentioned were gorgeous more than once

That's when it hit him. He was gonna change. He was gonna change like no one else ever had. His eyes lit up as he began to think of the books he would need in biochemistry. Anatomy, zoology, pharmacology, virology.....

And his head swam as he lost himself in thought
 
Rachel Henderson pulled several clothing items out of her closet, unsure of what to wear to the party that night. She wanted to catch Adam Roger's eye, the senior All-star football player, and pretty much what would be the most eligible bachelor on campus.

The redhead was having the issue of wanting to look hot and sexy, to get the "who is that girl?" reaction, but not wanting to cross the line into full on slut territory. She texted Lance, her best friend. He always had good suggestions and insight into the male psyche.

I don't know what to wear to the party tonight. Should I wear this?

Changing into other outfits, she sent him a few more pictures.

This?

This?

Or this?


Rachel studied herself in the mirror with vibrant green eyes as she waited for his reply. She was taller than most girls being 5'10", and having a 36DD bra size, along with her long legs, some outfits that would be considered modest on others were a tad risqué on her own body. But she didn't mind, she was proud of what she had. She didn't spend an hour in the gym every day for nothing.

Some people would tell her that Lance was such a great guy and she should give him a chance. She agreed, he was the best, but... She just never felt anything for him. He was good looking, but quite scrawny, not the type she went for at all.
 
The phone buzzed again and again as his fingers danced over his keyboard and he dove deep into the web, extracting data and protocols from the scientific literature. He picked and chose as he saw fit, creating a massive folder in moments that detailed the cutting edge work that might relay to his plans. He would h lance at the phone each time it buzzed. His body would ache and his heart would throb, not Ronnie ruin his cock, when he looked at her in each outfit

And he dutifully responded. He would zoom in on the photos, offline every bit of exposed flesh, ache for what it would feel like to caress her skin. Then he would relax himself. And develop an appropriate response. Well appropriate - ish

"The first dress is gonna be hard to dance in. The Second might not be able to stay in place when your dancing, asking for a wardrobe malfunction. The third one is cute, and the one I think works best. You don't wanna show too much skin, you know how guys are ;)

And the last one barely covers your butt. I would only recommend that pair of shorts as part of a swimsuit" his text read, then he sent it. Why did she need to go out? Why didn't she wanna stay in, with him?

He picked up the phone, thinking that maybe if she got drunk, he could be her ride. He could keep her safe at least.

"Txt me if you need a ride home or something. I'm working on my thesis tonight. "

After he had coalesced his thoughts, and developed an approach on his newest project he finally sat back and rested. He couldn't he ko but wonder where she was going. What she was wearing who she was dancing with


They had been friends forever. Living across the street from each other since 2nd grade. They had always been friends, and he had watched as she sprouted into a gorgeous woman. He remained a spindly nerd.
 
Well aren't you just a good little school boy? She teased with another text.

She never quite understood why he decided to go to Siskford College, he had he choice of anywhere else. Not that she was complaining too much, it was nice to have a friend from the start.

Rachel looked through the outfits again, considering what he had said. Of course he liked the third outfit best, he always seemed to attempt to steer her clear of anything too revealing. She shrugged, choosing the third outfit like he recommended.

After doing her hair and make up, and some pre-gaming with a couple girl friends, she was at the party. Considering it was one of the first of the quarter, and the fraternity that was throwing it, it was packed. There were several beer pong tables set up, kegs lined a small section of the back yard, jungle juice was being served out of a large water cooler, music was blaring, and the air reeked of cigarettes and weed. She was having a great time, but never quite caught Adam's attention... And then the cops showed up.

She texted Lance as she made her way down the street, away from the chaos. I need you...

Her friends had disappeared, and she wasn't sure if she'd been deserted and left behind, or if they got caught.
 
He had not been asleep when his phone buzzed. He glanced down at the time, and was shocked to see it was almost 2 am. He had been powering through his thesis, well his new project. His degree didn't even require a thesis, but he was making one

"Send me your location. I'll be right there" he sent back. Then he was up and moving. Grabbing his keys and out the door


10 minutes later he was cruising along beside her was she walked the street. He eyed her curvaceous profile, aching to not be her friend. Praying maybe she was drunk enough to try him on for size?


He stopped the car, and reached across the car, an old busted up Honda, to open the door for her

"Hop in pretty lady!" He called to her
 
Finding a street sign, she texted back the street she was on and the cross street. It didn't take long till he pulled up next to her in the beat up Honda.

Rachel climbed in and fumbled to buckle the seatbelt as he drove off and back to campus. Leaning back against the seat, she flashed him a smile. "Thank you," she breathed. What would she have done without him? "You know, you should get out more and go to some parties with me. We could find you a girl." She paused before giving a giggle. "Or a guy if that's what you're into. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
 
He smiled as she hopped in her car. She had worn the outfit he had suggested. Even though it had been the safest of her choices, the snug top was still stretched taught to capture her prodigious chest. A chest he had actually seen once, in his junior year, his dislike ce of spying on her from his bedroom window paid off and he saw her get dressed the one time she left her blinds open.

Her chest had grown larger and fuller since then, and he found his eyes drifting to the cleavage exposed as she got in, and buckled up


He. Egan to drive, trying to be as diligent as possible, but her comments got to him. Did she really think he could be gay? Hell maybe that could work in his favor, maybe he'd get to help her with lingerie?!?!?

No he couldn't let that stand

"Wow, all this time and you don't even know I like girls? I mean.... I get it... I'm super bashful, extremely awkward, but damn Rachel. " he said as he shook his head, taking a side street towards her apartment

"I'm not gay ok" he told her as he glanced over at her legs, in her drunken state, her skirt had ridden high, and a length of tanned bronze thighs callled tonhim. They looked so silky

"I'm your standard nerd. You've always mown that. Just like every other guy" he told her as he pulled his eyes back to the road
 
"Sorry, it's just I've never seen you with anyone. Sometimes you have to wonder. Remember I got you a date to prom?" she reminded him. Rachel had convinced one of her girlfriends to go with him. She giggled at the thought before continuing, "I just don't want you to be lonely for the rest of your life."

As he pulled into the complex and stopped the car, she leaned over the armrest and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for rescuing me. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that she was out the car and made her way down a hallway and up a flight of stairs to her apartment. She fumbled her keys for a few moments before finding the right one and opening the door.
 
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He remembered the incident with carol. He didn't want a pity date

"I know you did. And that was kind. But I don't want a pity date. One day I'll get what I'm looking for" he told her with a smile as they pulled into her housing complex

He let his eyes get a good fill of her, thinking maybe next time he would recommend the sluttiest outfit in hopes of catching a peak again

"Thanks "he said, when she leaned in and kissed him

"Anytime. You know I'm here for you" he told her, quite lamely, as he watched her plump ass sway from his view

He was completely re energized with his project

He sped out of the lot, still pissed that she thought he was gay!?!?!!

She was oblivious, maybe he needed to stare harder? Gawk more openly? What would it take?


But it didn't matter if he didn't have the courage

He cursed himself silently as he parked his car at his place. He ran in and quickly dove back into his project. He was gonna have a serum for trial 1 by the end of the day tomorrow!!
 
She paused before closing the door to her apartment, hearing the squeal of the tires as he sped out of the lot. Did she upset him that much? With a shrug, she shut the door the rest of the way and made her way to bed. Rachel didn't really think he was gay, but there were times when she did question it.
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Rachel knocked on Lance's door and waited the few moments for him to opening it, backpack slung over her shoulder with a few textbooks and notebooks inside. She greeted him with a bright smile. "Ready to study?"
 
Lance was up for almost the entire night. He got an entire agenda, and thanks to modern online libraries, and the virtual lab management system at this school, he was able to arrange for everything he needed. Of course having the clout of the only reputable professor in the university

3 hours of sleep and he showed up at the lab just in time to sign for the internal transfers


A solid 12 hours in the lab, and a quick cook in the lab, and he found himself staring at a syringe loaded with his first serum

He looked at the rat cage, his first subject. But all day her voice. Her golden gorgeous voice had rang in his ears

Did he like girls!?!

With that. He remembered his vow. He would become what she wanted. He was already everything she needed

The serum stung as it entered his veins. Sound of the machines in the lab fell into the background, then his world slowed, vision darkening....

He woke up just in time. Just in time to make it home for her


He raced across campus, his chest feeling tight in his shirt. His heart hammering and his stomach growling.

He threw open his door and rushed inside. He tore off his shirt and was just about to take a shower when he heard a knock. He looked around, and realized he had actually torn his shirt off?

He went to the door and opened it

"Oh yeah. Hey. I just got back. Come on in. I'm gonna go change" he told her his eyes roaming over her body. His skin felt like it was burning. He turned and headed for the shower, tearing his eyes from her full chest

I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable. "
 
The redhead followed him into the room and set her bag down on the floor. She sat on the couch and watch him wander into the bathroom. Something seemed different. Had he been working out? He didn't seem as scrawny as before.

She gave an inward shrug and pulled off the thin gray sweatshirt she'd been wearing, revealing the teal burnout racerback tank top she wore underneath, paired with a pair of cropped leggings. Pulling a textbook and notebook out, she flipped to the pages her statistics homework was on.
 
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He found a clean shirt and pulled that on, barely. Then quickly tugged his pants off and pulled on his shorts. Everything seemed so tight. Was he imaging this? Maybe a malfunction with his washer?


He came back out and smiled. She had pulled off her sweatshirt and he saw her generous chest wrapped tightly by the thin fabric.

"So it was stats?" He asked as he strode into the room, his eyes meeting here

"You don't mind if I grab something to eat do you. I'm starved" he said as he strode to the small kitchenette, using every opportunity he had to try and see if he was any different. He checked the injection site, and his pulse, and his arms. Well they did seem thicker and firmer. Had he really jumped his metabolism like that? He asked as he looked down, the 2 slices
If leftover pizza he had grabbed were gone!

"Did you want something?"
 
Rachel looked up as he came out of the bathroom and gave a weak smile. "Yeah. And you know me, I'm no good with this stuff." Her eyes followed as he walked to the kitchenette. There was definitely something different. His clothes were fitting more tightly, he was standing taller. And he'd just wolfed down two large slices of pizza like it was nothing.

His question brought her out of her thoughts and she met his eyes with hers. "No, I'm good thanks." Her head tilted to the side as she studied him some more before asking, "Have you been working out?"
 
He was so hungry. And soooo tired. He only half heard her answer, before wolfing down a 3rd slice

Then he question caught his ear. He hadn't been. But he felt denser, simply more there. More aware of everything.

"Umm yeah. Something like that" he said, then he turned back to her, and with a small two steps he hopped over the back of the sofa and landed next to her. He was sinstantly aware of that perfume she wore, god he loved it, and it seemed like the line of cleavage that was exposed by her full chest called to his eyes

"So where are we here" he asked, gesturing at the book, but as she turned to flip it open, he leaned close and ogled the swell of her chest, breathing in deep to take in her scent

"I'm willing to help you if you help me" he said with a smirk as he finally pulled his eyes from her chest.

"You work out a lot and I'm starting too. I need to know good stretches or yoga moves soo don't hurt myself" he said with a smile before gesturing to an equation in her book

"Ahh, your working with this bastard huh. Don't worry it's not too bad" and then he dove into explaining the different variables that were in it and how to recognize them in the problems

As they went over her work, he took every chance he could to eye her chest. Her breasts were so full and round, and they looked so soft!! He realized about an hour in, that he hadn't even been trying to be careful anymore. He had managed to keep his glances shirt enough, but he hadn't checked to see if she noticed. Well what could it hurt. Maybe she'd realize he was into girls if he was a little less careful?
 
Rachel curled her legs underneath her and got comfortable as he sat next to her. She worried her bottom lip as she worked through a problem with his assistance, and it finally started clicking. There was no way she would've been able to pass the class without him.

Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she noticed he wasn't really focus on the math. He sat unusually close was looking at her, her chest more exactly. It wasn't the first time she'd caught him looking, but Lance wasn't even trying to hide it this time. "Enjoying the view?" she teased while picking him in the ribs with her pencil.
 
He eyed her hungrily, especially watching the red heads luscious lips being nibbled on
Then she jabbed him in the ribs with her pencil

"What? Oh yeah. I mean I do like girls and all. And let's be honest. That too does a great job of bringing attention to them. You can't blame me" he said in a bold show of indifference

"You getting a good taste of my brain. Can't see the harm in my eyes wandering a bit. Besides you've worn things much more revealing around me before" he said. Then without thought and waaaaayyyy outta character he reached up a hand and hooked a finger into the neckline of her shirt, tugged it much lower

"Yeah. Those outfits you tried on last night showed more" then he let it go

"Now back to this problem. You only have 4 more" he said, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He had just been more forward than he had ever been in his life, not taking into account it was Rachel. His life long lust
 
She raised her eyebrows at him as he tugged the neckline of the tip lower, pink lace of her bra peaking at him as his did so. Then he was back to her homework, acting like nothing was out of character.

She kept her eyes on him, ignoring his instructions, and gave a small nervous laugh. "Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?"
 
He smiled at her comment.

"I'm still your best friend. It seems that you mistook my modesty for homosexuality" he said with a grin



Then he glanced back at her and gave her a wink. He shook his head. Holy shit. What was going on!!
" let's focus so we can finish up. You wanna talk about math or low cut tops" he said as he looked
Her in the eyes, this time only taking the briefest glance at her chest

"FYI, like the pink"
 
"Of course you do. You helped pick it out, remember?"

Rachel turned her attention back to the notebook in her lap and worked the next problem, though she silently wondered where the sudden surge of confidence came from. High school would have been much different for him...
 
He paused for a second. Trying to recall the top. He had gotten a delightful peak at the top fringe. Maybe...

"No I didn't. That bra was different I didn't pick that one out" he said, know omg how competitive she could, and wondered just how far she'd go to prove it. Would he get another peak? Or maybe more?

His member suddenly throbbed at the idea of seeing that soft flesh

"So your down to the last problem, I'll do it for you if I'm wrong" he told her with a grin

"That is definitely not the one I helped you pick out. " he said with a smug grin, then he pulled one of the books off the coffee table and pulled it open, evaluating alpha testosterone profiles in wolves.
 
She sighed, not really certain why he was so adamant and sure that he didn't help her find this one. "Yes you did. You pulled this one off the rack as a joke because you know I rarely ever wear pink." A smirk crossed her lips as an idea came to mind. If he wanted an eye full, she'd give it to him. Besides, he'd seen her in less, and she had finally gotten the concept of the equations so it was no issue for her to finish the last problem.

Rachel pulled the teal tank top over her head and tossed it playfully in his face to get his attention from whatever book he'd just grabbed. Something about wolves... "Look familiar now?"
 
He heard a soft sound of fabric on skin, then the light 'thwack' as something lands on his page

"Serio...sly " slips from his lips as his cock throbs. Her top was in his book. Her full hefty tits, wrapped in a Lacey bra stared at him. And he stared back. He licked his lips as his cock throbbed. He found himself scooting closer to her, when he finally got a hold of himself

He openly stared hungrily, and thenhe finallybpulled it ogether

"Nope. Not them" he said with a grin. The one you got was a DD this looks bigger than that" he told her with a grin, only barelybstopping his had from reaching up and groping her hefty breast. God he wanted her, god his heart was racing. His shirt and pants felt tighter as he ogled her,

"That last problem is all you" he said with a smile, curious how she might take things up a notch after that.
 
Best friend or any other guy, Rachel always got a kick out of the 'power' she seemed to have when her breasts were out for show. And in this moment, she was thoroughly entertained by the hungry stares she'd received from Lance.

"I'm pretty sure I haven't gone up in bra size," she retorted. The redhead wasn't sure why, but she wanted to test him. She wanted to see if his bravado was just a front because of want she'd said the night before. And she also didn't like to be wrong. Reaching behind her back, she undid the three hook-eye closures before sliding the straps from her arms. She held the garment up for him. "Check the tag."

She had no qualms about sitting there topless. Sure, she'd made him turn around or close his eyes in the past. But, after being in college for a couple years and making a different set of friends... She'd found some confidence she didn't know she had.
 
He watched, completely shocked as she reached behind herself, full tits thrust outward, a mere foot or two from his face! And then the bra suddenly slackened, her hefty tits shifting ever so slightly.

Her gorgeous freckled tots were bared to him, his cock throbbed, his close growing tighter as he stares at her roses nipples, riding high on the full curves of her tits

"Rachel..." he said, but his heart was thundering in his chest and his shirt was ok tight. He felt like he was growing there and then.

"You're ..." he didn't finish, his sentence he took the bra and looked over at the tag only barely, his head locked on her tits

"Amazing" he half finished as he felt his body moving towards her before he realized it he was reaching for her hefty tot, licking his lips as his cock was a large bulge in his shorts

"Can I.." he never
Finished but his hand was lifted up towards them. But before she answered, his hand was there. Her tit was in his hand!!! That gorgeous hefty perfect breast!!! Was warm and silky smooth and sooo big!!
 
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