In this chapter, our intrepid hero goes to his aunt to see what's wrong with him. His aunt, who is a minotauress.
Kinks: Mind control and anthro animal people.
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Michael spent the whole night wondering what to do.
Something had obviously happened. Something big and possibly but probably really, really bad? He didn't know!
He almost called emergency services as he stared at his new phallus when he discovered it. It was wrong. But all the same, he was too paralyzed with shock to go through with it. So he just stared at his phone for a long while as his mind worked at 120% of its normal speed to find the "whys", "hows" and "whats".
But that quickly turned into a jumble as he was hyperventilating by that point, so he rocked back and forth on top of the lid of his toilet until his shakes stopped.
In the end, he decided that he could wait until morning to decide on anything.
But that did not mean he slept.
With his heart beating at a slower rate, and his thoughts finally slowing down, he pondered on his bed.
The "what" was obvious; His cock had turned from a normal purple mushroom-headed pink human dick with foreskin...to a cock that was a mix of other animals. The animals being canids and equines if porn was anything to go by?
The genital sheath was dog-like, through and through. He touched it, expecting it to feel like an intruder's but...no, it felt like his. His foreskin had apparently turned into a conspicuous sheath. Unlike like a dog's though, the sheath ended at a medial ring.
This feature actually made it hard, if not impossible, for his whole dick to retreat into his new sheath, as the medial ring didn't allow the last half of his cock to go inside. And that's where the dick changed.
His shaft was now... matted with different shades of his skin. His glans wasn't a mushroom anymore, but a flat disk that extended backwards. And he didn't have a cock slit anymore. Rather, like a horse, his urethra extended out like a small nub.
Was that everything? Was that all?
He...explored his new genitalia and found that it wasn't.
There, some way in his cock sheath, he noticed a bump. He pushed and prodded at it with his fingers, gripping it and, lastly, pinching it.
His cock started to feel good.
Michael immediately stopped experimenting. It's not like he didn't indulge in a wank every now and then, b-but...this was a knot!
What was a canid knot doing on his cock?
And that just led to the "whys".
Chimerization, it was called, when a person's body underwent bodily changes that made them express body parts from another species. While everyone that wasn't human could suffer from aurochization with a high enough deviation index, only those that had ancestors from two "recent" but different nonhuman species were in danger of Chimerization.
The problem being that Chimerization appeared to be somewhat random.
There was a theory that some species had a higher deviation index than others. Or that it took more for their deviation index to trigger something bad than others. Research into this possible phenomenon had always been hampered by figurative dick-waving of all kinds. Not least political. But while "honest" reports on it were still years away from being published, the truth was that people who were children of different nonhuman species could have more than one deviation index "in the background" so to say.
And one could hide the other.
It was why the only cross-species features that never caused alarm at birth were human ones, as unattractive as they might otherwise be considered. A tiny part of Michael was actually thrilled at having such an enormous canid and equine...thing.
But that was just it. Just like humans didn't suffer from Aurochization, they also couldn't suffer from Chimerization. Given how widely human beings were used as breeding stock, animal features in the otherwise pure human population weren't exactly rare. But human beings just didn't change in these ways after they were born.
Human beings just didn't have a deviation index!
And yet.
A canid and equine genitalia had taken the place of his human own.
Which led to the last question.
How?
The medicine that his mother brought.
No matter how much he tossed, how much he went from one side of the bed to the other, nothing else made sense. He was a human being, he really couldn't be going through Chimerization.
But a medicine meant to treat Aurochization using, essentially, magic?
That could do it, right?
Michael stayed quiet as he heard the door of his house open and listened to his mother walk up the stairs to her room. She sounded tired.
And he didn't blame her. His cow mom just worked that much.
He should probably have stopped her and talked about this change anyway.
But Michael let her go into her room and close her door.
He counted the time until she woke up, and listened to her go down the stairs to make breakfast. He waited until his own clock woke him up and made him go down.
He looked her in the eye, ate her food, and said goodbye to her all without mentioning the medicine or what had happened to him even once.
And he did it all, because...he didn't want to get her in trouble. Not when it was his fault for being a dumbass.
"Have a good day honey!" the milfy cow Yasmine called after him as he left home. However, with his mother taken care of, Michael did the only thing he could.
He went to see his aunt.
Ah, Aunt Lazuli.
What could he even say about her?
Well, he could say that he dearly wished that she wouldn't move to the ass end of the planet!
Although Michael admitted that sentiment was a bit unfair; Lazuli was still in Sundane after all. Technically.
One of the worst parts of it, to be certain, where you could be meters away from a cellphone tower and still not get any signal, where the Storms would occasionally mutate the fuck out of a whole family out of nowhere when the shields failed every now and then, and where only people who didn't want to be bothered by others went.
Michael supposed the natives of the area might have different ideas about the character of the place, but whatever. The last point was almost certainly why his aunt went there.
And so Michael spent all of two hours in public transit to get to Neverfalls.
"Look at the hairless monkey," some people whispered in the crowd as the bus he was on got the spot.
"A little bit lost, ain't he?" really, the bus stop here was probably the nicest thing around the area for a while. At least it was maintained and freshly painted.
"Think he lives here?" to be fair, the roads were paved all over, so it wasn't outright rustic. Unlike some other providences.
"Kek, what, you think he's someone's bed slave?" but oh geez, a lot of the buildings here didn't even have windows, and not for Storm-related reasons. As he stepped out of the bus, Michael could clearly see that some just had windows that were completely bordered up!
"I mean, maybe? He's kind of cute..." and for the first time since Michael had gotten on the bus, he paid attention to what people were saying around him.
What?
Just as he turned around to see who said that, he spotted an older mule woman talking to a slightly younger equine.
They were both smiling at him as the doors of the bus closed and the bus drove off.
A few days ago, Michael would have been deadly embarrassed.
Now...he kind of wanted to talk to them, honestly.
