TG Fiction — Crying For Ogre, Part 2

In Crying For Ogre, Part 1 we met frat boy, Rugby player and shameless exploiter of women Andrew “Ogre” Gruber. After meaningless –to him — sex with his girlfriend he tells her she’ll have to walk herself home because he’s just not into her anymore. Distraught and crying the jilted girlfriend voices an appeal to the universe that Ogre should learn what it feels like to be a girl. Something was listening. Did Ogre’s desire to try out steroids have anything to do with all the vomiting and the changes that began happening to his body? Or was it the jilted girl’s request to the universe? What’s happening to Ogre? Learn more in Crying For Ogre, Part 2.

Friday, September 5, 1986

Ogre showered, feeling weaker than the day before. One of his brothers, “Boston,” was in the four man shower area with him. Boston thought he must have a problem — Ogre’s ass looked so good.

“What — am I going gay?” he thought. He turned the shower to cold to calm himself as Ogre washed his rounded butt and now hairless legs.

Saturday, September 6, 1986

The football game was amazing fun, especially since the home team Cougars won. Cheryl saw Ogre in the stands, sitting next to some sorority bitch. He looked happy.

She managed to return to the dorm before she let it all out and started sobbing.

Walking home from the game, Ogre doubled over in pain. The rest of his body hair disappeared, and his skin became soft and silky. He managed to find a nearby hedge to puke behind, as his arms thinned slightly and more weight was vomited from him. His ordeal distracted him from his thickening thighs which threatened to tear his jeans. His chest began to itch and itch, as small fat deposits slowly formed behind his expanding nipples.

Ogre made it home, helped by some of his brothers. “Dude just can’t drink like he used to” they kept saying as they shook their heads.

Andrew (Ogre) slept through that night’s party. Cheryl went to an apartment party which helped take her mind off of him.

Tuesday, September 9 1986

Andrew sat in his business law class in his super tight khakis and a sweater. He couldn’t understand why all his pants were so tight yet he lost so much weight. Could it be swelling due to that shot? Hell, his brothers were giving him all kinds of shit for the salads he started to prefer instead of the usual burgers and pizza.

Back in her dorm, Cheryl was listening to the radio while cleaning her room a little when a picture of her with Ogre smiling at the pool mysteriously fell on her bed. (Hmmm how did that happen? The Spirit thought, smiling.) Cheryl looked at it, remembering what a fun day that was, and how that night was the first time they made love. Her eyes welled up and she sat on her bed for a good cry.

Turning and returning to some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say
Take my breath away

In his B-law class, Andrew raised his hand to answer a question when he noticed that his nails had grown very long. In fact, his hand looked rather delicate and the nails made them look… then he felt a stabbing pain through his abdomen. He bent over, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Then he heard it: RI-I-I-I-IP! His khakis split as his hips flared out to dimensions suited for childbearing. His thighs and ass plumped just a little more as his waist constricted to give him a perfect hourglass figure. His classmates heard the tear and smiled, but knew better than to laugh in Dr. Mackey’s class.

“Oh shit! How am I gonna get home with my pants like this?” Andrew thought. “I have to cross the whole campus.”

He scratched at his itchy test, eyes widening as he felt his now recognizable A-cup breasts beneath his sweater. Not big, but he could feel them.

“No way! I can’t have…them!”

As Cheryl cried, Andrew felt a warm sensation in his legs and feet. He didn’t think anything of it as he worried about his tits, nails and pants.

The pain subsided, and Andrew was just happy he didn’t vomit.

A few minutes later, class ended. Andrew waited for the others to leave before standing. “I’ll hide and wait ‘til the next classes are in session before heading back to the house,” he thought. Then his dainty feet almost stepped out of his now far too large docksiders. “What next?” he thought. He picked them up and walked down the hall to the men’s room and hid in a stall. As he walked his hips swayed, but Andrew didn’t realize it. A few guys stared at his beautifully sculpted ass he walked by.

In the stall, Andrew removed his sweater and tied it around his thinned waist to cover his ruined khakis. His small budding breasts could barely be seen through the oxford he wore under it- slight bumps in the fabric. He ran his hands over them, not believing what he saw. Tits. He had tits. Why? The steroids?

Andrew waited twenty minutes until classes were back in session. He tied his shoes on as tight as they could be. His chest tickled as did his scalp. By the time he left the stall, his breasts dented the fabric of his shirt — a full a cup, and the sensation made his nipples stand out.

He ran across campus, thinned arms flailing slightly away from his newly feminized hips and his new breasts bouncing freely. People who saw him wondered why that short haired girl was in such a hurry.

He used the back door into the house and ran up the back stairs to his third floor room, where he locked the door. He removed his shirt, untied his sweater, and kicked off his ruined khakis. Looking down, he could see his breasts with their large nipples and his tight waist which flowed into womanly hips. The only thing that showed he was still male was his penis still hanging where it always was. Andrew was stunned, and very scared. He’d heard wild stories of steroid side effects, but becoming a she-male was not one of them!

“A mirror! I need a mirror!” he thought.

“Grover” had one and his room was just down the hall. Andrew threw on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and walked over to Grover’s room as quietly as he could.

Grover was a nice guy, if excitable (like the Muppet, hence the nickname) who was known as, and razzed for being, a gentleman. He was also known for having a huge penis, which brought him some girls. Grover was also a MAJOR clothes horse, so he had two full length mirrors in his room. He always liked to perfect his look before going out.

As Andrew sneaked down the hall, Cheryl sighed and, looking one last time at the picture, threw it in the trash. She slumped back on the bed to cry again.

So when you sense a change
Nothing feels the same
All your dreams are strange, love comes walkin’ in

Andrew felt his scalp itch more and more and a strange feeling in his chest and shoulders. He felt his breasts begin to bounce as he walked. Oh shit! That can’t be a good thing! Grover’s room was unlocked (no one in the house locked their room while out) and Andrew slipped in.

He stood naked in front of the mirror. His breasts were beautiful — a full B cup if not a C. His now curly hair lightened to a dirty blonde and reached his now delicate, feminine shoulders. His long legs were model perfect — like something out of a commercial or MTV video. Andrew thought he looked like a freakish she-male, with a slightly softer version of his own face and his penis on a devastatingly hot body.

“How the fuck did this happen? Why am I becoming a chick? How am I going to cover this up?” he thought. His hands roamed all over his now feminine body. His skin was so soft, and he moaned involuntarily. He caressed his new breasts, not believing they were his, and the person in the mirror did the same. His large nipples hardened as did his penis.

Suddenly, he could hear Grover enter the house — he was always so loud. Andrew grabbed his clothes and ran back to his room, breasts bouncing.

Andrew emerged for dinner wearing loose sweats (borrowed from Brother Beef who was much bigger than him), his nails clipped, and wearing his new hair tucked under a Yankees baseball cap. Some guys gave him grief, but nothing too bad. He spent his time lost in thought, wondering if the campus health center could help or if he should go to a hospital near home. Under the table, his sexy hairless legs were crossed at the knees, just like a woman.

To be continued…

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