Sorry for the (Very) long delay. I had a bit of a personal crisis that was all kinds of bad. The good news is that it's over now and I can start moving forward. The bad news is that I probably failed a few important classes because of it.
But enough about my problems, let's get back to Ferris's.
A NEW UPDATE APPROACHES
As his two 'friends' were rediscovering themselves, Ferris was trying to come to terms with his own changes. He tried to leave the room, only to find that the door was locked shut. Panic seized his face as he pushed and pulled on handle, but to no avail. He raised his fist and was about to start banging on the door and cry out for help when he stopped. The fist came unclenched as his arms fells to his sides. His shoulders slumped over as Ferris's fear gave way to resignation. With a loud sigh, the altered student walked over to the bed, and collapsed onto the soft sheets. He spread out his arms and legs, listening to the sound of his heart pumping blood into his ears as he stared blankly up at the bronze ceiling.
Ever since he'd been woken up that morning to the sound of Larry leaving dents in his door, his entire day had just gone from bad to worse. It wasn't enough that he hadn't gotten to bed until four in the morning waiting for the man who had sold him the boat to drop off the keys, that his parent's had just cut off his funding, or the fact that he had received a call from a lawyer on the way over here claiming that he'd pirated over four dozen movies in three days, and that he was expected in court in a week. No, apparently Ferris also needed to get locked up in the hull of a derelict ship to have his skeleton and face re-arranged.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Ferris mumbled,
An oppressive silence answered his question.
"Is this what I get for being generous? For being a nice person?" He said, a bit louder this time.
"All I've done, all I've ever done is help people. Charities, loans, projects, essays... When someone asks me to do something, I just do it. I don't ask for a reward or payment, because good people do things because its the nice thing to do. But instead of being treated nicely, I get shit on. People just take and take and take and I just give." The last word wasn't so much spoken as it was spat.
"What's a nice guy like me gotta do to have something go his way for once? huh? Because I've spent my entire life doing everything for anyone who asks, and somehow I'm the one who has to deal with this shit. I let a friend use my computer for the weekend, and I get slapped with the lawsuits. I help a drunk girl home, and suddenly I'm a the perverted rapist. I buy a goddamned boat for two guys I barely know, and I lose my freaking face. How is that fair? Just how the fuck is any of this fair?" Ferris shouted, squeezing the folds of the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He lay there for a moment, letting the silent wash over him as he fumed over every single moment in his life where he'd been taken advantage of, where he'd been punished for some one else crime.
"You know what? I'm done," He snarled, "If this is how good people get treated, then I'm through with being nice and friendly. And most importantly, I'm done with you, so why don't you go and fu-uuh!"
Ferris's tirade was cut off as a wave of erotic pleasure rippled across his body. A slight tinge of pain marred the feeling slightly as his rising cock struggled against the front of his jeans. He reached down, his hands trembling as he fumbled with the button that held the crotch together. The moment he managed to undo the button and unzip the pants was one of agonizing bliss as the raging erection, freed from its denim confines, rocket up and out of his boxers. He closed his eyes in rapture, imagining that the moans were not his own, but rather those of an unbearably sexy woman, the kind that he'd never been able to get his hands on.
It crossed his mind for a moment that this had been the closest he'd ever gotten to a woman, but he shrugged that thought off as it made no sense whatsoever. Aside for the voice and face, Ferris was a man, anatomically speaking. To think, even for a second, that this was the closest thing to sex that he'd ever experienced was complete lunacy.
Ferris's train of thought came screeching to a halt as his ball sack suddenly tightened around its contents. He screamed in agony as his balls twisted themselves closer and closer to his body. He reached down to untangle them as they continued to pressed against his pelvis, the pressure mounting higher and higher until...
Schrop
With a hollow, wet sound, Ferris's testicles tore their way into his body. He ground his teeth together as he felt his ballsack split open, allowing the errant genitals to drill their way deeper and deeper into his pelvis. He felt them split from one another and curve outwards, leaving fleshy tunnels behind them before they finally came to a rest somewhere deep in his core. A warm flash interrupted his agony, giving the student a chance to feel his testicles shift inside of him, changing into something was wholly different before vanishing from his senses all together. But Before he could muse on what had just happened, his attention was drawn by the developments occurring outside of his body.
His cock flailed painfully from side to side as muscles formed in the slit that now sat beneath it, a slit that was growing wider and fleshier by the second. He tried to steady the wild organ, only for his hand to spasm at the last possible moment, causing him to squeeze it with all the strength in his feminine hands. Ferris screamed as his cock compressed under the stress. The tense muscles that had been keeping his cock from joining its comrades melted as the last bastion of his masculinity slipped from his grasp and was drawn into the feminine folds below.
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Coming Up Next: *starts lighting candles*