Heavy footsteps pounded the linoleum floors as a burly werewolf shouldered through the crowd. Something about today was giving him weird vibes.

For one, Monte usually towered over most crowds by a foot or more, and outweighed them 3 to 1 on average. This morning, though, he felt like he was only a little bit bigger than the norm. Stranger still, he didn’t feel like the odd one out for once. As a massive, rather unkempt werewolf, Monte was used to getting stares and receiving wide berths. Today was quite the opposite. Not only was he treated as a regular part of the crowd, but he was even getting some appreciative looks and gropes. While this was something Monte was fully in favour of in some settings, it was strange and unsettling in the context of what was supposed to be a regular, ordinary college.

Distracted as he was, he almost missed the sound of his name on the speakers. Fortunately, his sensitive ears could easily sort it out above the din, and he quickly changed routes, expression becoming even more miffed. What did they want with him in the detention room? He hadn’t even had the chance to earn it yet!

***

Prescott shuffled wearily through the throngs of students, eyes on his feet, snuffling miserably. He’d been so sick yesterday that he’d been forced to miss out on the first day! Not only that, but this morning he’d still woken up with his head pounding, and his entire arsenal of vitamins and cold medicine had only brought it down to this point, where he still felt like his head was being inflated like a water balloon. The slim otter could barely keep his feet in motion, stumbling after every bump or shove he received and only vaguely aware of where he was heading. He honestly just wasn’t sure what to expect, after calling in sick at the last moment yesterday. While some small part of him was concerned that they might have expelled him for missing the first day of classes, Prescott knew that such a notion was ridiculous.

Still, those silly fears started to surface again when he heard his name among those called over the loudspeakers. They wanted him to report to the detention room? Why? The otter sniffled loudly, rubbing his temples. At least they’d have a hard time arguing that he’d been playing hooky.

***

“Scuse me! Sorry! Oof- oh shit my bad! Sorry, I’m so late!” Kuna scampered through the hallway, ducking and weaving and bumping into passersby. The short, slightly paunchy skunk had lost track of time yet again. Not only had he mixed up the first day of classes and missed yesterday entirely, but now he was thirty minutes late for today’s class! Oh, he was going to be in so much trouble, he- “OW!”

Kuna smacked into a firm surface, his own momentum bouncing him back so landing him flat on the ground. Heck! His shoulder was sore as he felt like his elbow was on fire! Looking up confused, he saw a massive figure looming over him with an unfriendly scowl on his face.

“Hey ya little twerp, why don’t yuh watch where yer goin!” The behemoth growled. A brutish, incredibly muscular orc was staring at the small skunk with murder in his eyes, cracking his knuckles. The large, wicked tusks protruding from his thick, juicy lower lip only served to make him more intimidating, and Kuna lowered his ears in surrender, trying to look even smaller and curling his tail around his body for protection. Just as the monstrous bully stepped forward, an announcement sounded over the speaker system.

“...and Kuna, please report to the detention room immediately.” it finished, going out with a beep. The orc grunted, knowing when to call it quits, and turned away, giving the skunk one last hateful glare.

Kuna breathed an enormous sigh of relief, but then his breath caught in his throat. The detention room? Oh no no no, was he going to be punished? Suspended? Kicked out of school entirely? Suddenly realizing he was lying on the ground in the middle of a busy hallway, and knowing the risks that entailed, Kuna realized he had no choice but to follow the instructions and go to the detention room… wherever exactly that was.

***

Monte grumbled, the desk creaking ominously as he shifted with impatience. The tortured metal and wood of the deskchair seemed to be holding itself together by sheer will alone, but the werewolf paid it no mind. It had been ten minutes and there was no sign of any authority figure- or even of the elusive third member of the detention-ees. A lean otter- Prescott, as he’d introduced himself- sat to Monte’s left, seemingly unperturbed. Monte’s keen eyes and sensitive nose could see through the front he was putting on however- if the occasional nervous twitch weren’t enough to clue him in, the scent of anxiety coming off him left the truth beyond doubt. The brute could hardly blame him though: while detention on the second day of classes wasn’t particularly outstanding for someone like Monte, the otter looked the type to be much less accustomed to that sort of thing.

Monte might have even took pity on him, if it weren’t for that incessant sniffling. He now regretted taking the middle desk, wishing he was sitting further away from the walking, talking contagion.

“So, uh, Monte, right? What did you do to get called in here?” Prescott finally broke the silence, voice congested and a tad reproachful of the shaggy brute.

The werewolf considered ignoring the question, but decided he might as well do something to pass the time. And it’s not like the otter had decided to become an incubus of viral plague. Not really fair to hold it against him. So Monte shrugged, turning to face Prescott. “Dunno. Haven’t gotten around to doing anything yet. Feels like I’ve been cheated to be honest,” he added with a slight chuckle. The otter smiled slightly, but was clearly more concerned than reassured by his response. Monte thought for a moment. “Well uh, I guess I ducked outta the first day? It’s always a dumb fuckin waste of time though, so I figured no one’d care. Maybe they did?”

This only seemed to further upset the poor kid, so Monte decided to zip it. He was already on his deathbed, better not to make him feel any worse, or he might just kick the bucket.

So the pair sat in silence- increasingly agitating sniffles aside- and waited for their third man. Monte leaned forward, resting one arm on the desk, but the dangerous screeching the metal made when he did so finally made him take pity on the miserable thing. His ears perked, listening for more groans, when he heard distant rushed footsteps and heavy breathing.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I got lost, I’m so…” the newcomer trailed off, standing in the doorway and realized who he was speaking to. The otter looked him up and down, wary of the skunk’s dishevelled, slightly sweaty state, and Monte grunted in greeting, waving a hand lazily before remembering his chair’s plight. “Is… are… have you guys been waiting long?”

“Uh yeah, we kinda have. That’s probably why they still haven’t sent a teacher here yet,” Prescott answered with a slight edge to his voice. Sniffle sniffle. The skunk visibly wilted, eyes even more panicked than they had been.

Monte, despite himself, took pity on him. “Psh, or they’re just dumbfucks who can’t stick to their own schedule. Maybe they even sent us to the wrong room. But anyway we’ve been waiting here fer a couple minutes maybe, don’t stress yerself. Uh, name’s Monte by the way.”

Mollified by his explanation, Kuna stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. “Kuna!” he said in turn with a small smile.

“I’m Prescott,” the otter supplied before blowing his nose.

Kuna have a slight nod in his direction but still seemed to be rather offput by his earlier remarks. Taking the only remaining desk, the one to Monte’s right, Kuna sat so he was facing the werewolf. Monte, more acutely aware than ever of his chair’s imminent demise, was careful to only turn his neck, looking down at the skunk from over his own shoulder.

“Um, so, do you know what this is about?” Kuna asked.

“None of us do. But we both- sniff- missed class yesterday, so it probably has something to do with that.” Prescott answered the skunk before Monte could, earning him a frown. Not that the werewolf felt secure enough to actually turn in order to deliver it. But it was implied.

“Oh heck, ummm…” Kuna became nervous again, eyes darting to the door.

“Heh, lemme guess, you bailed too?” Monte said with a grin.

“I didn’t skip!” the skunk said quickly. Realizing he was shouting, he lowered his voice. “I just… forgot. I thought today was the first day.”

Monte opened his mouth to reply when suddenly the blinds were lowered over the classroom windows- both the outdoor- and the indoor-facing ones. The door clicked loudly, locked in place, and the room was suddenly devoid of light. The werewolf blinked a few times, vision quickly adjusting to the darkness. Kuna’s eyes shifted just as quickly, but Prescott's were slower, and the otter cursed from Monte’s left.

“Well what the fuck is-” the werewolf was cut off, shielding his eyes as light flooded the room once more. The other two gasped, another ‘Heck!’ coming from his right, as the blinding radiance suddenly assailed them. Lowering his arm slowly, Monte squinted in confusion. Screens were appearing all around them, even in places that defied all logic. Posters, picture frames, and the inside surfaces of every window, as well as the entirely of the wall in front of them, danced with purple spirals.

Monte’s eyes stopped hurting, but his head didn’t. At first he thought it was a headache from the light changes, but it soon began to… change. It wasn’t physical pain, but almost as if thinking was causing him stress, like the thoughts themselves were too complicated. Maybe he should just… think dumber? Dumb… rough… thug… As the werewolf began to drool, the others clearly weren’t faring much better.

Prescott’s lips began to form a grin, one that was growing more wicked by the minute. Why should he care about how people thought of him, how much he adhered to fashion? As far as he saw it, they should come to him for fashion advice! And there was only one style that mattered… The unsettling smile intensified as his hair slowly reshaped, almost as if by an invisible set of hands, changing to become a shiny pompadour. A perfectly stylish hairstyle for a perfectly stylish otter.

Kuna looked and felt much the same as Monte. He drooled openly, t-shirt transforming with a dramatic purple glow, splitting open and turning black, becoming tougher and sleeker, until a leather jacket began to settle around his shoulders. His clothes were the only things changing though. The slightly chubby belly on display quickly bounced and churned and bloated, swelling up with pounds and pounds of fat. The rest of him followed suit, becoming bigger but, above all, heftier. The firm, round gut was complemented by thick legs and a shapely chest, the weight sitting on him very nicely. As his pants turned to jeans, his fly zipped down, and another source of drooling revealed itself- a throbbing, sizable slab of cock and two fuzzy balls. A grin formed on Kuna’s face, his tongue lolling and a chain and padlock settling around his shoulders.

A loud creaking, crackling sound split through the room- though it didn’t stand a chance of rousing the men from their hypnotic stupor. Monte, clad in a leather jacket and worn jeans like the other two- though lacking his counterpart’s boots, going barefoot instead- was masturbating furiously. His change seemed to have fueled his ill-contained lust past the breaking point, and his huge furry balls and impressive werewolf dick were jostled furiously as he jerked off. Nipple piercings hung from his thick, tuggable nipples, and multiple rings adorned one ear and eyebrow. A ring even sat around his right tusk, completing the look of the pompadoured werewolf.

The consequences of Monte’s actions soon became apparent however, as the desk finally gave up its last breath and shattered entirely, torn in two by the weight he was putting on it. His chair rocked dangerously under his thrusting hips, but at last the brute got his prize. Monte’s tongue flailed out of one side of his mouth, his expression a massive grin as cum exploded from his shaft. The werewolf’s heavy balls carried an immense payload which flew through the air- directly over the unfortunate Kuna’s head.

The three groaned in unison, pleasured and blissful beyond belief, ecstatic for their new role in the school’s hierarchy. Time to cause some trouble.