[18:40] Finn Montega was a quirky young man. Boyish and cute were used more commonly to describe him rather than manly or mature. He had boyish looks about him, true and his dismissal of hitting the gym anytime soon made it appear that he'd stay that way too. Now 'twink' was something he'd heard before. No words could summarize the frustration a straight guy had when referred to, or misslabeled as gay. Not just gay. A bottom at that.
Still having a more youthful fashion intact and few clothes he actually outgrew that might need to be replaced, Finn was wearing skin-tight black jeans, a white band shirt with the name 'Cage the elephant' on it, converse and an unzipped over-sized red hoodie. With time on his hands, Finn wandered around the comic shop. He flipped through both unfamiliar and recognizable comics, moving from shelf to shelf looking rather approachable in his lonely state.

[18:46] Jack Abernathy A few more moments of comic-browsing helped Finn briefly forget about the money he'd need to spend on a new outfit, at the behest of his mother. Couldn't he just spend his money on FUN things instead? Across the store, a figure entered through the twin glass doors from the sprawling mall's corridor, a quiet 'DING' echoing throughout the shop. The husky slowly sashayed his way closer and closer to the human boy, his ocean blue gaze sticking on a rack of comics in front of him as he came to a halt only a foot or so to Finn's right side. "Hmnph, what to choose today.~" There was a light and breathy quality to the canine's voice, but there was a distinct boy-ish undertone and rumbling growl to it. He was wearing a backwards ball cap, designer sunglasses, a v-neck two sizes too small for him, and some purple jeans looking like they were painted on!

[18:58] Finn Montega was only further held back by the fact that he was an obedient mama's boy. Always 'yes mom'ing her and allowing himself to be a pushover around her. He was eighteen years old. Ordered by his mother to shop for a new outfit. That said alot about him as an 'adult'.
Due to his misslabeling and untrue correlation with the bisexual or gay community, Finn always did have a bit of a grudge towards those who actually found themselves in it. Now THIS husky, mumbling out loud was clearly up to strike up a conversation. The nature of such a conversation, going by his looks, was surely flirting. Purple jeans...? Such an alarmingly tight v-neck?
''This is the action section. I'm not sure that you belong here.'' The young human Finn said with a monotone voice without looking directly at the husky.

[19:02] Jack Abernathy The husky was fairly similar in build to Finn...well, except for the pleasant plumpness in the backside, flared hips, sculpted thighs and toned torso! Not to mention his pert lips and sizable bulge resting between his legs...His ocean blue gaze drifted over towards Finn, a sly grin parking itself on his face while a few stray rainbow ear-rings dangled "Excuse me? I didn't quite hear you, big boy~." The husky wanted to at least give the slender and boring human another chance of not fucking up his future fate, but he could already tell that was a lost cause.

The canine gently cocked his hips to the side and rested his hands on them, raising a brow and licking his lips silently as if to say 'c'mon, I fucking dare you.'

[19:13] Finn Montega was out-weighed by the anthro, an anthro who's nature alone would naturally out-perform humans in physical tasks. This was of little importance though. They wouldn't fight. Finn's comment had been distasteful but nothing more. Facing the anthro slightly, as Finn turned himself in a lazy effort, the boy was reminded why he disliked anthros in general too as his eyes just briefly spotted that generously dented bulge between this husky's thighs.
Finn realized that he hadn't even spotted the ear-rings earlier. Typical. ''...-This is the action section.'' The boy said, back-tracking slightly. Atleast limiting his reply.
Seeing him cock his hips in a slightly snappy pose, Finn couldn't help but add ''And this store is for comic fans. Not posers.'' The young human added. That cap and those sunglasses of his made Finn doubt the husky's true purpose of coming here. Maybe he spotted Finn from the entrance?

[19:16] Jack Abernathy The anthro rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue, reaching out and patting the human on the shoulder "Sorry to intrude, then.~" Was all he said, stepping around Finn and starting to browse the large aisle of games and table-top stuff located behind the human. The husky looked from side to side, making sure the coast was clear before reaching into his backpack and tossing a tiny sphere onto the floor before stepping on it. "Go get him.~" He whispered, watching a creature quickly grow to the size of a tennis ball in girth and almost a foot wide!

It swiftly made its way under the aisle and towards Finn, wasting no time in crawling up the back of his leg under his jeans and trailing very obviously towards his upper thigh!

[19:25] Finn Montega was reminded, upon the internal topic of clothes and fashion inside his head, that he had a chore to do in the store next-door. Fueled with annoyance from the encounter with the husky however, Finn made it his goal to out-stay the anthro, inside the store. Would the human leave now, he'd clearly admit defeat. Lazily resting on one of his legs, the boy continued to idly browse the comic shelf. His warmed up face and slightly tense mood had his other senses dulled. Dulled enough to fail recognize a strange thing ascending inside his pants. Approaching the human's warm, slightly sweaty 'cave' only then did Finn feel movement against his rear. Maybe someone bumped into him? He didn't have enough time to realize that this pressure against his rear was shifting. Moving. The young human male, previously having rested on one of his legs was now clearly tensing up both legs, pouting his rear backwards, all in response to one aggresive penetratition. ''...-aahh-... ...-aaa-a-AaaaagghhhHhhh!'' Finn couldn't help but groan loudly in the store, if only for a second or two. It sounded as if he'd reached a painful climax. Definitely a pained moan or grunt.
With his pride in the back of his mind and confusion clouding his judgement, Finn stood perfectly still. This way people wouldn't catch that he was the source of the groan. Or did people already stare at him? A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. Finn simply stared into the comics, staring right through them. Out of embarressment he didn't dare turn around, to face the possible smirks or disgusted glares of fellow customers. God, if his rear didn't hurt like a bitch though. His butt was seen cleanching subtly. He was trying things out, as to assess damages or what exactly had happened.

[19:30] Jack Abernathy His ass felt extremely sore, like he'd just gotten through sitting on a concrete bench all day...or that he'd just finished a butt-centric gym routine. Finn's tight pucker felt like it was winking and tensing along with each of his cheeks, sweat indeed drooling and oozing over his brow as well as every other part of his body. Hell, he could even feel sweat starting to drip and pool between his legs as he hoped he wasn't giving off an odor.

The poor human male FELT something MOVING deep within his guts, shifting and sloshing from side to side in ways that had his toes curling and another pained grunt or groan dangerously close to pushing passed his lips. "Hey, you alright bro?" One of the comic shop workers, an older husky named John that Finn saw around occasionally, walked over with a concerned look on his face. For some reason Finn was...half hard? Why?!

[19:39] Finn Montega 's curling toes acted before the boy himself registered what this sensation in his rear truly was. It wasn't outright pain, but rather fatigue or heavy soreness. An intense urge to lay down or prod at his rear came to flush over Finn and his mind. Still. In public, he can't act out of place, Finn reminded himself. His gut suddenely felt heavy. Unbeknownst to him, each shift or movement of the parasite had him sweat only more. It seemed as if it settled though, it was honestly quite hard to get a grip on anything. By now, he was overcome by confusion and slight fear.
It felt comforting having a familiar face approach him. Too focused on his whole colon issue, Finn failed to realize that his rather plump shaft was burrowing itself outwards against his right thigh's leghole. The beginning of an erection was clear against such tight jeans as his, as the growing pillary flesh pushed more and more fabric aside. ''Y-yeah, I think so. M-might've catched a fever. ...-Is it hot in here?'' Finn asked curiously. Each word was an effort to produce. This alien sensation almost made it appear as if Finn was tripping balls due to his queer behaviour. He clenched his fists unknowingly. A muffled ''Hhhhnngggghhhh...'' Was heard coming from his closed mouth.

[19:48] Jack Abernathy "Shit man, well don't spread that around here! There's a pharmacy at the other end of the mall...." John was cut off mid-sentence, eyes going wide as he was assaulted with the sights and sounds of poor Finn doubling over and hugging his mid-section. The young man feeling as though a large mass SLAMMED around deep inside his pelvis from side to side, forcing him to his knees...which landed spread fairly far apart....as his waist-line CRUNNCHED and wetly CRACKKEDD inwards a few centimeters for the time being. Finn could barely catch his breath at the feeling of an invisible corset cinching itself down over his torso.

He couldn't even think straight as another sensation wrought over his body. The young man able to feel a bubble of overheated pressure forcefully shoving itself against the hip portion of his pelvic bone...each one creeaaking, grooaaningg, and grinndddingg over itself as they wetly snapped and reformed a few centimeters wider. It was just enough to have the hem of his jeans and boxers sitting even more snug against his waist-line.

Finn was allowed a breather finally, but John was looking on in horror "Finn...what...the..FUCK?! Is this some sort of prank? Are there cameras around here?!" But for poor Finn, he was ROCK fucking hard down the leg of his jeans....a warm dollop of pre-cum dribbling from the tip and dampening the denim there.

[19:58] Finn Montega only heard static when John spoke as his focus was faced inwards into his own body and its well being. Like an anchor having been conjured from thin air, Finn's memory started to black out with what felt like every blink he made. He found himself on the floor, in a position his mind didn't even register. His mind was clouded and all he could hear and sense was the obscene cracking vibrations or even sounds that Finn couldn't tell if they were really happening or just fragments of his imagination.
His tortured taint and prostate which had been victim of abuse prior to this... Change. Found itself relieved of slight pressure. It appear that his hips relocated themselves further out his frame. The very feeling and realization sickened him to his core. Overwhelmed with naseua and dulled pain, Finn came to realize that he was painfully erect. An erection he hadn't experienced in such a magnitude ever before. His rather large shaft found itself horizantally stiff, having grown out against his right thigh. Musky seedy pre-cum was oozing out from the engorged fabric-clad glans of his. His guy-package was drenched in sweat, musk and warmth. As they were all working on overdrive. When he tried to speak, finally comfort the stressed out John, Finn only groaned. Heavy wet panting and groans were all that he could muster.

[20:03] Jack Abernathy "Ungh, alright, get the hell outta here perv!" John barked, grabbing Finn by the shoulders and forcing him to stand up on thankfully not-as-shaky legs as he was predicting. Within a matter of seconds, the young human man found himself standing out in the cool mall corridor being eyed up by countless passing groups of anthros and humans alike. From behind him, that husky called out with a wave of his fingers "See ya around, big boy!~"

A thousand thoughts were all racing through his head at once....what was happening to him and why? Was it actually real? Why was he SO HARD?! Once he finally decided to start walking somewhere just to get moving, there was a slight but noticeable swinging sway to Finn's gait that he could fairly easily correct for if he focused hard enough. But, the digging-in of the denim against his hips was a slightly more annoying problem....as was the attention. " 'Ey, where ya going, big boy?" Called a fox old enough to be his dad, from the food court across the way.

[20:14] Finn Montega felt his cheeks slowly warm themselves up, indicating that a heavy blush was forming on his confused and deeply embarrassed face. It almost hurt walking with an erection like this! The denim fabrics strained against his penis, outlining it even more with every other right-leg step he took. By now, Finn didn't even think about the ruined relationship with John he'd just recieved, no. It was all damage control from here, trying to make his way forward. Somehow get out of sight.
A nudging feeling at the back of his mind ate away at his focus until he finally adressed it. Reading his own walking pattern, Finn came to realize that his hips rolled with each step. His rear and hips swaying with each and every step of his, almost appearing like a choreographed womanly walk. With tons of determination and effort, the young human managed to finally rid himself of this weird behaviour. Walking what atleast felt like, as normal.
The boy heard a familiar voice, but his mind brushed it off as pure coincidence that the husky was still lingering about. More people seemed to pick up on his behaviour and appearance, a quick turn of his head had Finn look at a rather mature fox... ...-catcalling him, or throwing him some sarcastic comment. His age however really struck Finn as uncomfortably mature, for such behaviour. The boy soldiered on towards the exit. He must be going mad! As soon as he'd reach home, he'd splash some cold water in his face until his senses returned. Surely this was just a nasty fever playing tricks on him?

[20:19] Jack Abernathy The cold water on his face helped quite a bit to cut some of the feverish feeling and blush in his cheeks. But what it didn't relieve was the subtle flare to Finn's hips! In the dim lighting of his bathroom, the young human male could see that the hem of his jeans were digging tightly into his sides to the point where he probably couldn't jam his finger between the denim and his skin. His diamond-hard dick also softened up to it's usual flaccid state, much to his relief!

Finn was brought out of his thoughts by a BANG BANG BANG on the door to the bathroom and a familiar voice "Finn, want to help me make dinner? I got home a bit early from work and your dad should be home in a little bit...I think Sarah's on the way from her friend's house too." His mom was her usual cheery self beyond the door, which only made his heart hammer faster in his chest...would she notice? How would he explain this?! That foreign invader in his lower guts unpleasantly rolled around and shimmied his innards about to and fro against Finn's wishes, a shock of minor arousal hitting his psyche as he responded to his mother.

[20:28] Finn Montega appeared to fill out his jeans to their absolute limit. He wasn't bloated, was he? No, no no-no-no. His hips were definitely different! No foggy hallucinations could change the fact that his bottom had changed, it was just too obvious. Out of instinct Finn would rub his palm angrily against the pooled up pre-cum, only smearing it out further. He rubbed his thigh thoroughly before a series of knocks hit his door. His heart stopped. It was his mom. A sigh of relief hit him.
''S-sure, mom.'' Finn replied, only to realize that he blushed...? Blushed at the sound of his mother's cheery tone. He felt worked up by it. Aroused. No time to try correct his abnormal walking pattern, the young male slipped out from the door before joining his mother in the kitchen. The more he acted like nothing was up, the less chance she'd catch any change on him. Wait. As a concern, doesn't he want her to know? Take him to the hospital? The thought sailed straight through his head and another popped into his mind; He was getting worked up again. Approaching the kitchen, Finn clutched to his stomach. Some sort of mass was shifting inside his lower intestines. It was a heavy and confident shift, making it's presence loud and clear.