Stretchy Worm" by bya 

It was the middle of Sunday afternoon and Rory, a young blue raptor, was bored out of his mind laid out on the living room floor on his stomach watching cartoon reruns on the television. He'd asked his parents on Friday after school if they could take him to the department store to look at video games, not even to buy one just to look at them, but they told him “no”. They'd become wise to the boy's silver tongue where he'd pick out something considerably marked down and ask for it, even if the magazines he read said the game wasn't very good. The thrill of getting a new cartridge alone was worth the effort of convincing his parents to get one. He glanced over at the book shelf to the row under the video tapes where a collection of bright plastic cartridges sat evenly lined up and meticulously sorted by color. The problem with getting bad video games, of course, was that they obviously weren't worth playing all the time.

Rory sighed and roused himself from the floor grabbing the remote control as he stood up and pointed it at the TV to turn it off.

“Hey mom?” Rory called from the connecting hallway toward his parents' bedroom.

“Yes Rory?” She answered.

“Can I go down to the store and get a soda or a candy or something?”

“Do you have any money?” His mom asked.

“Probably enough for a candy bar, yeah.” Rory replied.

“Well, alright. But don't be gone all afternoon if you run into one of your friends. I'm making chicken tonight.”

“Okay mom, I'll be back soon,” Rory said as he walked down the hall to his bedroom to put his shoes on and collect all the spare change he could find.

The dinosaur hopped on his bike and headed off toward the busier part of town set on the grocery store. When Rory arrived he parked his bike in the rack by the entrance and ventured inside. His bike was the only one there so the likelihood of him running to a classmate was low, he'd be in and out and back home. Perhaps being extra punctual could score him some points with his mom and next weekend he'd get a new game for sure, he thought.

Rory stood in front of the rack of comic books by the magazines looking for something that interested him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what he had in order to see what he might be able to afford; a little over 200 yen. Definitely not enough for one of the books even if that was the only thing he bought. The boy furrowed his brow but just as he was about to leave his gaze caught the basket of trading cards hanging off the side of the magazine rack. Everything in the basket was 50 yen apiece. Rory thumbed through the card packs and picked out one from his favorite mecha comic and one featuring popular monsters from kaiju movies. Smiling, Rory headed off toward the aisle with all the snacks and picked out a crunchy chocolate biscuit bar and a can of soda from the nearby cooler.

He had just enough for all of it and paid for it with the change he collected from his bedroom. On his way out he passed by the capsule toy machine display and stopped to take a look. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out the change he had left. It was mostly very small denominations of 1's and 5's, which the machines did not accept, save for a single tarnished copper 10 yen coin. Feeling compelled to spend as much of his money in one go as he possibly could Rory scanned the machines for something that interested him. He considered trying his luck at one of the little metal keychain charms hoping to get the car but at the last moment changed his mind and stuck the coin into the dispenser containing the stretchy sticky hands and turned the crank on the front until the capsule fell into the prize chute. A purple one. Rory picked it up and placed it in his grocery bag before heading outside and making his way back home.

At home Rory retreated to his bedroom to check out the cards he bought. In between flipping through trading cards and reading the stats on the back he alternated between taking a bite of his candy bar and a drink of his soda. Out of just over a dozen cards he was happy with getting a couple of cool ones and as for the rest the dinosaur devised an idea to kill some time. He stood one of the monster cards up on his desk by leaning it against another card facing the opposite way. Rory then reached into the grocery bag for the capsule and popped it open to get the sticky hand out of it. Pinching the end of it in one hand Rory pulled the grabby part of it back with his other and lined it up in front of him before letting go. The elastic purple hand quickly snapped forward and smacked the kaiju card on the table, sticking to it, and flinging it toward Rory as it stretched and retracted back the other way.

“Direct hit!” Rory said with a laugh.

The boy stood more of the cards up and took turns shooting them all down with the gooey hand for a few minutes until his mother called down the hallway for him to come eat dinner. Rory pulled the hand back for one last big shot, this time aiming it at the empty can of soda. The hand hit the can with a loud metal clang and knocked it over. Rory pulled the hand back again and aimed it at the corkboard of photos and magazine clippings hanging on the wall above the desk and fired it off. He let go of the other end of the hand too causing it to fly onto the board and stick onto a collection of screenshots of video games Rory thought looked neat. Rory stood up from his desk and headed into the kitchen leaving the sticky hand adhered to the wall.

The evening waned and gradually became early night as Rory and his family ate dinner and gathered in the living room afterward to watch TV. While this was going on, back in Rory's bedroom something else was happening. Still stuck on the corkboard was the purple sticky hand right where Rory left it. The tapered end of the toy twitched slightly. Moments later it twitched a second time, this time shifting on the board a bit. After having been stretched, snapped, and otherwise played with and warmed up the sticky hand sensed it was now out of its capsule and in an environment it deemed favorable. The long elastic string curled up on the wall as it tugged against its hand-shaped end until with a barely audible pop the string portion of the “toy” separated and fell onto the desk with a gentle thud leaving just the inert hand behind.

The tail portion of the sticky toy slowly slithered around on the table exploring its surroundings. It sensed something extremely sweet as it neared the spot where Rory had flung the hand at the soda which had caused a couple of drops of the liquid to land on the desk. The presence of food suggested this area was inhabited and the lingering scent of Rory all over the desk as well as the  room confirmed it. All that was left for the organism to do was find the source of that scent.

Rory eventually returned to his bedroom walking right past the desk and corkboard as he entered oblivious that anything had changed. He stepped over to his dresser and took out a change of clothes before walking right back out and into the nearby bathroom to take a bath prior to going to bed. As Rory walked through the room he moved the air with him causing a slight wave of his scent to reach the purple tentacle exploring his desk. The creature immediately picked up on it and raised its tip as if it were trying to sense which direction it came from. Honing in on the source the tendril began slithering toward the bedroom door until it reached the edge of the desk where it dropped down onto the carpet and continued following the fresh “tracks” left by the boy as he walked out. Gradually, it reached the door where it easily slid under the gap at the bottom of it and into the hallway continuing its path toward wherever the dinosaur had gone.

In the bathroom Rory set his clothes down on the counter beside the sink. He stepped over to the bathtub to turn it on and start getting it filled with water as he readied himself for his bath. He returned to the sink to brush his teeth and fill time as he waited on the tub. Finishing that, the young dinosaur pulled his shirt off before tugging his shorts down and kicking them off as well. His underwear followed leaving the boy nude as he put his clothes into the hamper behind the cabinet door in the wall and stepped back over to the tub which was now full enough for a bath and shut the faucet off. Rory sighed as he relaxed in the warm water for several minutes before reaching for the bar of soap to start cleaning himself up.

While Rory was preparing and enjoying his bath the purple tendril out in the hallway inched along the floor slowly following him. As the tendril reached the bathroom however it noticed the trail left by the boy split off in several directions, the hamper, the tub, and the sink. Not knowing which one was the correct path the tentacle just continued slithering forward headed toward the sink directly in front of it. Rory was none the wiser that he wasn't alone in the bathroom as he was too preoccupied either scrubbing himself or laying back in the tub allowing the invader to continue slinking around uninterrupted. Due to its sticky nature the tendril was able to start climbing up the front of the sink's counter with ease. As it reached the top it once again started exploring its surroundings with an interest in the stack of clothes Rory had placed up there. The tendril poked and prodded the outside of the clothing able to pick up Rory very faintly and eventually wriggled its way into the fabric to see if the scent got stronger inside.

Enough time had passed causing the bathwater to lose its warmth and settle at room temperature. Rory knew that was his cue to drain the tub and dry himself off. He yanked on the stopper to open the drain before stepping out of the bathtub and onto the cloth mat in front of it. The boy dried himself off, hung the towel on the rack on the wall, and walked over to the sink to put his clean clothes on and get ready for bed. He stepped into his new pair of underwear and pulled them up to his waist, not noticing that stuck on the inside of the garment was the tendril that had followed him into the bathroom. Despite having just gotten out of the bath as Rory pulled his underwear up the tendril picked up right away that it had just been introduced to the source of the scent it'd been tracking. The tendril practically leapt from the inside of the boy's underwear directly onto his small supple sack where it began searching for what it knew was nearby.

At first Rory didn't notice anything until a few moments later when he was stretching his sleep shirt over his head. The young raptor thought he felt something move around on his crotch but didn't think anything of it at first until he swear he felt it happen a second time. Underneath the boy's clothes the tentacle had shifted up from his balls and coiled around his flaccid member instead. Just as Rory was about to pull down his briefs and see what was happening the boy felt a sudden jolt as the tip of the tendril reached the head of his shaft and slipped the first centimeter or so of its length inside. The dinosaur gasped and stumbled backward catching himself on the sink before nervously tugging his underwear down, his eyes widening at what they saw.

Rory's boyhood was wrapped several times in what he thought was some kind of purple worm. He froze for a moment, not sure what to do, until the tendril shifted and slithered undoing one of the coils as more of it inched inside of him. The dinosaur let out a pained gasp as he felt his urethra stretch open to accommodate the invading worm. Immediately, Rory tried to grab the coils of the tentacle but this proved fruitless as the organism had started secreting an extremely slippery residue to help it crawl inside of his body which had the added effect of making it nearly impossible to get a firm hold of. Rory whimpered as he felt the tendril shift again, now another entire coil less as the slippery worm pushed into the boy beyond the base of his meager shaft. The dinosaur winced as the tentacle moved again, looking down to see that now just a couple of inches of it were hanging from the slit of his boyhood. He tried once again to grab the little bit of purple he could see to yank it out of him but almost as if it were responding to being touched the tentacle immediately sucked itself fully inside with one last motion.

Rory caught himself on the sink again as he cried out feeling the remainder of the worm slip down into his body allowing his urethra to slowly close up behind it. Seconds later the boy groaned as he felt a dull swelling deep in his lower body as the tendril reached his prostate and effortlessly invaded it. As the tentacle entered the boy's organ and curled up inside it immediately began to break up and dissolve turning into a flood of exogenous alien hormones that not only corrupted the young dinosaur's prostate but also jump started its biological processes to begin pumping the boy's body full of the altered hormones. Rory fell to his knees holding his lower gut, his soft boyhood flexing once as the dissolving worm pumped its first load of alien essence throughout his body. The young dinosaur looked down at his member and watched it gradually become erect before the second pump of hormones sent another shock through his body causing his shaft to flex again in response.

The boy inhaled sharply and held his breath bracing for another jolt and as it hit he let out a staggered sigh and reflexively pushed his hips forward a bit as his shaft throbbed again. Another wave hit causing Rory to bite his lower lip slightly as his entire body shuddered, his erect shaft feeling positively electrified as a tingling feeling washed over it. Only a couple more spikes hit Rory as he knelt on the bathroom floor with his legs splayed out; by the time the last one happened the boy almost felt like he was actually enjoying them. The fact that he'd just watched a purple worm slip into his genitals barely even registered anymore, but in the back of his mind the boy knew something might be wrong no matter how much of a rush the strange jolts of sensations felt.

Rory sat on the floor for several minutes catching his breath before slowly standing back up and turning toward the sink to look at himself in the mirror behind it. Nothing about him looked out of the ordinary, even his genitals looked the same despite the assault from the purple worm. His attention left the mirror as he looked down at his crotch and cautiously felt himself. The dinosaur gently fondled his private parts watching as his erect member gradually softened and shrunk. He knew the worm was inside of him somewhere, but he didn't have the faintest idea of where it could have gone as he had zero knowledge of the workings of that part of his body. He felt fine, perhaps even better as he was still feeling a very faint buzz from the intense surges a few minutes prior. What had happened was frightening, and certainly weird, but something Rory thought might also be embarrassing to talk about. Nothing hurt, he felt okay, so he finished putting his clothes on and headed back to his bedroom to get some sleep.

Unknown to Rory, as he laid in bed resting his body slowly started to change. Although the intense rush of alien hormones that flooded Rory's body after his bath had ended those were only the first step in the changes the tentacle inside of him ignited. The DNA of Rory's prostate had changed completely, not a single cell of it present prior to the boy's infection remained in his body and the organ was now constantly producing altered hormones and releasing a gradual supply of them into his bloodstream. The young dinosaur's undeveloped balls were flooded by the initial barrage of the organism's essence and its continued influence only corrupted them further. The boy's testicles began to slowly mutate as the alien hormones introduced to them altered their genetic makeup as well. Slowly, the organs started to change.

The next morning Rory awoke in time to get ready for school as usual. As he entered the bathroom to relieve himself and change out of his sleep clothes the dinosaur gave himself another looking over and again didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He joined his mother in the kitchen for a quick breakfast, his father having already left to get to work on time, and left with his mom in her car to ride to school and start his day. By all accounts Rory's day was by the numbers, though just about mid-way through the school day the boy felt a very dull soreness in his testicles. The sensation only lasted for a few minutes but as it came and went he started to wonder if it was because of what happened with the purple worm. After making it home the soreness flared up a couple more times throughout the afternoon and evening prompting Rory to excuse himself to the bathroom to look himself over again, both times coming up with nothing.

Rory retreated to bed at the usual time and hours later, at the usual time again, woke up to ready himself for the second day of school that week. The boy started his morning routine again however this time as he got dressed in the bathroom he noticed something different as he pulled his underwear down to use the toilet, each of his balls had changed in size just a little bit. It wasn't much, but it was enough to be noticeable as they now were a little more pronounced on the boy's crotch. As Rory reached down to feel them he winced slightly at how tender they felt, the same soreness from the previous day. He didn't really have time to poke and prod at them so after using the bathroom he finished getting dressed and rode to school. Rory did his best to focus on his classwork to keep his mind from wandering to other things and kept telling himself he'd have plenty of time to check himself over again when he got home.

Later that day at home Rory tossed his backpack onto his bed and didn't even stop to take his shoes off before barging into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He pulled his pants back down and as he looked at his balls and gently felt them in his hand he swore that they were bigger now than they were that morning. Rory was starting to get nervous now that he was noticing changes happening to his body but he again waved his concerns away partly out of embarrassment and also because he wasn't doubled over in pain. He kept telling himself that these changes might go away on their own after whatever was going on ran its course as if it were a flu or stomach bug. Rory pulled his pants up and fastened them before leaving the bathroom and heading back into his bedroom.

Rory fetched his backpack and sat down at his desk to work on some homework that was due the next day. As he set his notebook down on the table however he noticed something strange sitting on top of it. The dinosaur picked up the object and looked it over recognizing it as the sticky hand from the capsule machine, the one he'd flung at the corkboard days prior. It must've lost its stickiness and fallen down onto the table, but the string was missing. Rory kneaded the rubbery hand in his fingers for several moments before looking back down at it and noting its color, purple. The worm thing that slipped down his boyhood was also purple and as Rory recalled the event he realized the length of the tendril was about as long as the string on the sticky hand. The realization puzzled the boy as he tried to piece together the notion that the elastic part of the hand was in actuality some kind of weird living thing? It didn't make any sense but the boy had no explanation as to why he was only holding the hand and the string that was once attached to it was nowhere to be found.

Confused, Rory set the sticky hand back down on the desk and shifted his attention to his homework.

Wednesday morning arrived and like clockwork Rory awoke, picked out a change of clothes, and entered the bathroom. As the dinosaur reached for the elastic band of his pajama shorts though he became acutely aware that something about him was different. He slowly pulled his shorts down and as he looked at his crotch he noticed a very apparent bulge in his underwear. Nervously, the boy also removed those as well and as the garment pulled down past his crotch his sack emerged from behind the fabric its size having changed again, this time substantially. By the boy's estimate each of his orbs were about the size of the eggs in the refrigerator that his mom used to make breakfast.

“Wha...” Rory muttered as he reached down to cup his swollen balls.

The dinosaur gently fondled his hefty cargo feeling how taut his orbs made the skin of his sack which felt as though it was stretching to accommodate what was inside of it. The low dull pain that he'd felt earlier had gone away; the tenderness he'd been dealing with off and on was instead replaced with a weighty full feeling as his balls hung very prominently under him. All the touching and attention that Rory's testicles were getting also began to arouse another part of his body too. Gradually, the boy's flaccid member slowly engorged itself until it was standing erect from his crotch and it was at that moment Rory realized his member was growing in size as well. It wasn't much, though Rory recalled that only yesterday he thought the same thing about his balls and today they were the size of a boiled egg.

Rory found himself distracted at school the entire day again, however now his mind was wandering not out of nervousness but instead curiosity. He understood that the changes happening to his body were because of the strange worm thing that inexplicably separated from the sticky hand that he got out of the capsule dispenser. The young dinosaur's gaze slowly traced along the classroom at all the other boys. He wondered if any of them also got a capsule from that machine and if so were they experiencing the same changes he was? The boy shifted in his chair as the thought caused him to focus on his own anatomy as he could feel the heaviness of his swollen sack between his legs even while sitting.

Later that night as he laid in bed and slowly drifted off Rory stirred and rolled over a couple of times. He was perhaps mere moments away from actually falling asleep but was interrupted by a sensation building in his loins. A strange warmth had begun to envelop his crotch and it had reached the point where it was now somewhat bothersome. The young dinosaur tiredly rubbed his eyes as he sat up against the back of his bed and reached over to turn on the lamp on his bedside table, briefly wincing at the sudden light. He pulled his pajama shorts and underwear down to take a look at himself only to find that his slightly bigger member was fully erect and upright on his crotch.

The boy reached down to feel his shaft as he'd gradually pinpointed that was what felt so hot all of a sudden. His member twitched involuntarily in response to the touch as he checked himself over. Rory could feel every pump of blood in his shaft as each beat of his heart caused it to pulse ever so slightly. There was an almost uncomfortable tightness to each pulse as if the skin of his shaft was pulled tightly and unable to stretch and breathe like everywhere else on his body. The dinosaur gritted his teeth softly as he held his boyhood in his hand. Like everything else that had been happening to his body recently it didn't actually hurt, if anything it was just confusing; the assortment of strange sensations he'd been experiencing were complicated to process but at no point did the young dinosaur register any of them as “bad”.

Rory sighed as he looked over at his alarm clock reading it and realizing that he was being kept up quite a while past his bedtime. The longer this went on however the more tired he found himself getting as he simply was not accustomed to being up so late. Even though his sensitive member was  weakly pulsing constantly the boy's desire to fall asleep gradually overpowered the physical sensations that were keeping him awake. He knew not what time he eventually did get to sleep only that he did get there in the end because the next thing he knew the sun was out and his clock was sounding its alarm to wake him up.

Rory stirred groggily under his bedsheets as he reluctantly forced himself out of bed yawning several times as he collected a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom. He could feel the fullness in his loins as he walked given that his youth sized underwear weren't meant to hold something as large as his genitals had become. As the boy began to undress he was curious to see if his balls had grown again but as he looked down his attention immediately switched lanes; it was his member that had changed overnight instead! His boyhood was flaccid but even in that state Rory could tell it was much bigger as the organ was now the size it would usually be if it were erect... and it currently wasn't. He experimentally reached down to touch it and sighed as a gentle warm tingle faintly radiated from his shaft. As he explored his altered boyhood the attention being paid to it caused it to start firming up. Rory clumsily played with his shaft as it engorged in his hand not really understanding why touching it was starting to feel good but still curious to know nonetheless.

The young dinosaur had felt his shaft before when it was erect and found that it was very much inflexible in that state however now despite its overall firmness his length seemed to have a little bit of “give” to it; he couldn't really explain it but he could certainly feel it. As his shaft pulsed in response to being touched and fondled Rory could also feel his heavy orbs shift slightly in his sack. For a moment he took his hand off of his boyhood to feel his balls and noticed that there was a very nominal increase in their size again too, they were still the size of eggs but he likened them to the more expensive premium ones his mom only bought when she was baking something.

Rory sighed pleasantly as he pulled his underwear back up and tucked his boyhood down behind the fabric. He glanced over at himself in the mirror behind the sink and caught a glimpse of how the bulge in his garment looked. His swollen sack made a nice plump shape in the fabric and he could see the general outline of his member draped down in front of them and held in place by the article of clothing. He mindlessly ran one of his hands across the bulge and let another another pleasured sigh as his touch tingled all over. He put on his pair of jeans and as he pulled them up over his underwear the loose fit of the denim mostly obscured the boy's otherwise very prominent endowment.

Rory smiled to himself as he headed out into the kitchen to eat his breakfast and catch a ride to school. His day was about the same as always, though the obvious distractions were becoming harder to sideline and ignore. Part of the way into his mathematics class, a little while after lunch, Rory asked to excuse himself to go to the bathroom. Throughout the day he'd been feeling his member grow erect and then go soft again even if he wasn't actively thinking about it and unknowingly arousing himself and the feeling was becoming too much to handle. He slipped into an empty stall and quickly dropped the front of his legwear down allowing his balls and semi-erect boyhood to flop out and breathe.

The boy's hands found their way down to his crotch where he began feeling himself once more. He squeezed his member softly and felt it throb in response prompting Rory to let out a low rumble. Aside from the very obvious increase in size Rory could sense that something else about his shaft was changing too, it was thicker and fleshier and felt a little more uniform in shape. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he knew something was different. As much as he wanted to stay in the bathroom stall exploring himself he knew if he lingered too long his teacher would be upset so Rory fixed his clothes and returned to the classroom to ride out the remainder of the school day.

After school Rory was eager to have some time to himself but getting there proved toilsome as his mother had errands to run after picking him up and Rory himself had homework that needed to be done before he'd have free reign to spend his remaining free time otherwise. Dinner came and went and it wasn't until the evening hours that he was able to find some privacy by way of his nightly bath.

The young dinosaur began drawing water into the tub and undressed as usual. As his clothes came off and the boy was fully nude he gasped as he realized his boyhood, as would be the case, looked different. The skin of his shaft was normally a periwinkle blue like the rest of the skin of his belly and under his slight foreskin, which had begun to not cover the head of his shaft anymore, the tip was a soft pink. Now, however, it had darkened significantly. The color was more akin to a very deep purple, though a hint of light blue and pink was still present. The change in color was something that actually worried Rory as up to this point parts of his body were just changing in size, a changing of color seemed like something that might be cause for alarm. Of course, Rory's observations of his own body were only superficial and the boy merely saw the increase in the size of his genitals as an external thing, if he was actually aware of what was happening to his body he'd know that no part of his reproductive system corresponded to his own species anymore. The shifting color of the flesh of his boyhood was simply one of the final steps of the process that the worm that invaded his body set into motion.

Rory climbed into the tub and laid back against its side as he let the warmth of the water cover his body. He was a little scared to touch himself now despite being so eager to do so throughout the past several days but after several minutes passed the boy eventually reached down to feel his shaft. The young dinosaur expected the worst – something discomforting or possibly even painful – but instead realized that he still felt fine, good even. He slowly ran his hand along his swollen length rumbling and murring as his fingers teased the sensitive flesh, pleasured sounds the boy had never really made before as nothing had felt as unique and intimate as what he was experiencing in that moment.

The more Rory touched and stroked his member the more he could feel a strange need to release building in his loins. The feeling was foreign to the dinosaur but weirdly pleasurable and something he found himself wanting to chase. The boy stirred softly in the tub as the pace of his hand stroking himself increased slightly. The urgency Rory was feeling continued to swell, his sack feeling tight as his enlarged balls shifted inside. The young dinosaur continued his quickened pace until in an instant he involuntarily moaned as he reached a sudden climax.

Rory's eyes widened and he let go of himself as the rush of pleasure hit him all at once. The boy cried out as his engorged boyhood throbbed powerfully. Looking down at it he shuddered as he felt something thick move up through his shaft and watched as a load of viscous purple slime shot from its tip into the water. He closed his eyes and arched his back thrusting his hips upward weakly as his whole body trembled and another jet of slime lanced forth from his boyhood. The raptor held onto the sides of the tub and moaned gently as every flex of his shaft caused him to ejaculate a rush of purple goo for several moments.

He'd never felt anything approaching this kind of pleasure before and was nearly seeing stars by the time his orgasm peaked. As the boy came back to his senses he looked back down at his shaft to see a cloud of light purple slowly dissipating in the water around it. Curiously, he ran his hand through the discolored water and as he pulled his hand up he noticed his palm felt somewhat slick. Rory had no baseline to piece together the aftermath before him, the best he could figure was that he “peed” all this out? But, it didn't feel the same, this felt different. Better -- way better. He remembered the intense feelings in his privates just before the climax, he could feel his swollen balls throb, the skin around them tightening up to squeeze its contents. Whatever this purple stuff was it definitely was not the same as just using the bathroom normally.

Rory also realized the weird slippery fluid was purple, just like that worm. This fact alone clued him in to the idea that everything that was happening to him was because of what he experienced at the beginning of the week. The growing, the swelling, and now this newfound rush of pleasure that caused his changing boyhood to release a thick slippery purple slime. It was all from the worm. Rory smiled to himself as he sank back into the tub a little more and stretched his muscles before pulling the drain plug up and getting out of the water.

The young raptor dried himself off and put his pajamas on, though before he pulled him his sleep shorts he couldn't help but once again admire the shape his altered genitals made in the fabric of his underwear. He playfully groped his bulge and sighed feeling a pleasant warmth humming through his loins. He retreated to his bedroom for the evening and climbed into bed.

It was the morning of the final school day of the week and by now Rory had made a habit out of inspecting his body for changes every time he woke up. The changes were alien to the boy but after his experience the previous night he'd found himself welcoming them with open arms if it meant he could always feel as good as he did in the bathtub. As the raptor dressed himself he peeked into his underwear and smiled at the sight of his ever-changing genitals. His balls had stayed the same size, the last little bit of their growth seeming to finish yesterday, but his shaft was much longer and fuller. The organ hung flaccid down over his sack already several inches in length and easily the width of two of his fingers put together.

Rory eagerly reached down to feel himself and explore what changed. Visibly, his boyhood was now entirely a deep shade of purple; the altered color mostly stopped at the base of his shaft where it transitioned back into the light blue skin of the rest of his body. He noticed the purple coloration was also beginning to spread down his sack as well though most of it was still blue. The shape and form of his member had begun to change more dramatically; as the boy's shaft elongated and grew it seemed to stretch beyond his foreskin, almost as if that part of his body did not grow with it. There was some vestige of his hood but it was now mostly a patch of loose purple skin behind the head of his shaft which seemed to have lost its more angular pointed head and was now rounder at the tip.

As the boy fondled himself his member gradually became erect again but now the strange flexibility he noticed the previous day was more pronounced. His boyhood was definitely firm, but not completely rigid; he could very easily bend it to either side without too much resistance and with no discomfort whatsoever. As he held his shaft in his hand he could swear he almost felt it twitch, like it wanted to move on its own.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“Rory, are you dressed yet?” His mother asked from the other side. “Breakfast is ready, you don't want to be late for school.”

“O-okay mom!” Rory stammered out as he hastily stuffed his member back into his underwear and grabbed his pants from the foot of his bed. “I'll be out in a second!”

The distractions Rory dealt with during day felt like an impossible task. His clothes felt tight on his figure, even the tiniest movements caused the soft fabric stretched across his swollen cargo to tease his shaft. That part of his body was always sensitive in a general sort of way but now it felt like his entire length was just as sensitive to touch as only the tip used to be. Throughout the day as Rory sat in his classes he could feel his boyhood occasionally twitch and shift under his clothes, throbbing very deliberately every so often as well. He was certain it was still changing in size or shape, or both; he could literally feel it happening. The young raptor wanted nothing more than just a few minutes of complete and total privacy, his body was practically begging to experience another release.

As the final bell chimed to denote the end of the day Rory hastily made a dash to the front of the school to wait around with all the other students for his ride to show up. Seconds felt like minutes and the minutes felt like hours, all the while the dinosaur was very aware of the generous weight of his nethers his underwear were struggling to properly contain. When his mom finally did arrive Rory nearly threw his backpack into the backseat as he hopped into the open passenger side door.

“Someone seems very excited,” Rory's mom said with a smile.

“Uh, yeah... I've got a whole weekend of video games to play?” Rory forced out, mostly lying.

“Well that's good to hear,” she replied. “Your father and I were thinking about stopping by the toy store this weekend to get you a new one but if you still have others to play maybe we can do that some other time.”

A sour expression briefly flashed across Rory's face as he realized he just shot himself in the foot with his kneejerk fib, but even without the allure of picking out a new game he had more important matters to tend to that were occupying his thoughts.

As soon as Rory arrived at home he quickly tossed his backpack onto the chair in his bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom, locking the door behind him as he entered. Almost immediately his pants were down around his ankles and his hands were all over his crotch. The raptor's hunch was correct, his body did continue to change throughout the day. In the eight or so hours that had transpired what little bit of loose skin remained on the boy's shaft had vanished, replaced instead by a completely smooth rod of flesh. The skin was definitely smoother now too, the darker blue skin covering the majority of Rory's body was the very common pebbly type of reptilian hide and while the skin of his chest and belly was lighter and softer it too was of the same texture, just much smaller and less pronounced. The skin of his member though had no such texture to it anymore, it was a very smooth and almost slick sort of flesh. The same purple flesh had managed to completely engulf his sack too, now very tightly hugging its contents making each of his swollen orbs extremely pronounced. The spaded tip of his boyhood had rounded down and dulled considerably and the head itself was only barely recognizable by way of a very slight pinching of his shaft's thickness about an inch and a half from its tip. Though the boy wasn't aware of it the changes to his body were now complete, he was ready to fulfill the needs of the organism that had invaded him several nights earlier.

As his shaft began to swell and firm up Rory gave it a couple of gentle strokes and shivered briefly as his entire body tingled. Like he thought, every inch of his boyhood felt just as sensitive as what was once limited to only its head. He sighed pleasantly and looked over at his reflection in the mirror, grinning at what he saw. His balls hung heavily from his crotch and draped down across their front was his newly massive shaft, the pair of organs standing out from his otherwise totally blue body with their dark purple hue. The sight of his own altered genitals looking so prominent on his figure brought a strange sense of satisfaction to the boy that he couldn't quite pin down, he just liked the way it looked, and especially felt.

Rory kicked his pants off to the side and pulled his shirt off along with them. Nude, he hopped onto the closed cushioned lid of the toilet and spread his legs apart to give his swollen parts room to rest. He resumed slowly stroking his boyhood, exploring the curious new texture of its skin. Fully erect it was easily longer than half a foot, though Rory couldn't tell for certain as there was nothing around to measure it with. His guess was about eight inches, all of them equally pleasurable to caress. As the young raptor continued to stroke himself he noticed a glob of purple-tinted fluid start to form at the slit of his shaft, eventually growing too large to hold in place and dripping down the underside of his length. As the purple goo met Rory's fingers he discovered it to be quite slick and the way it slid across his sensitive purple flesh led the boy to spread it across his boyhood and continue pumping away.

The dinosaur's shaft throbbed in response to the pleasure and as Rory admired it he noticed that the ending half of it seemed to actually be moving almost of its own volition. Curiously, Rory focused on his member, trying to see if this movement was something he could control. He gave up after a few moments realizing he had no inner map of whatever new muscles were down there making the movement possible, but he made a mental note to explore it later. For now, the sight of his shaft moving and shifting on its own was as confusing as it was arousing. It was moving like a snake, or tentacle. Or... a worm.

Gradually, Rory could feel a familiar urgency building up inside of him for the second time. A grin flashed across the boy's face as he anticipated what was about to come. With his climax approaching the raptor felt his swollen balls gently pulse every few moments. After a few of these he couldn't shake the feeling that he could feel something gradually stirring inside of them and moving around. With his unoccupied hand he reached down to palm his orbs and feel how dense they'd become under his taut purple skin.

Rory's pace of breathing began to pick up, his heart rate increasing as well. With a few quick final strokes the boy let out a stammered cry of pleasure as he finally reached orgasm. He watched as his mutated boyhood throbbed powerfully, ejecting a thick rope of stringy purple slime that splattered across the tile floor under him. He grinned and moaned again as he felt his shaft tighten up and dispense another load of slime but as this one rushed along his length he could feel something long and thick push up into his urethra with it. As the second jet of slime lanced out from his shaft with it came a familiar purple worm landing on the floor in the middle of the mess he was making. Rory gasped as he recognized the writhing organism on the floor but before he could properly react to it his member throbbed again releasing another generous helping of slime and birthing another worm.

Suddenly, Rory was afraid. Though, it was hard to experience fear in the middle of an incredibly powerful orgasm and despite the alarm bells ringing in his head the boy continued to stroke his shaft almost mindlessly as his subconscious took over while he focused purely on the pleasure. As his climax tapered off and his emissions were reduced to a slight trickle of purple goop with every residual flex Rory looked back down at the tile floor where a half dozen wriggling purple worms laid in a puddle of slime.

With his mind rapidly clearing up from the fog of arousal the young dinosaur almost immediately started putting all the pieces together. Originally, there was only one worm. Now there were six and they had just come out of his body. Specifically they came out of his shaft, the same way the first one had gotten in, an organ that now seemed to very closely resemble the worms in form and function except much larger. The raptor recalled the weird sensation of something moving around inside of his balls and figured that it had to be all the worms, they were multiplying inside of him. For someone who hadn't yet been through his school's sex ed class he had figured all the important stuff out in a matter of seconds.

Rory felt like he should be panicking in this moment, but he was strangely calm. Happy, even. Whatever that worm had done to him led the boy to this moment and he was already fondly recalling the perverse and primal delight of feeling his urethra bulge open to let an entire worm out in one long flex.

As Rory eyed the worms that were slowly attempting to disperse out from the slime he began to wonder if each of them possessed the ability to do to someone else what the first one did to him. While retrieving a half empty bag of cotton balls and dumping its contents out into a nearby basket he wondered how he'd even find that out, though as he returned to the small colony of worms and began catching them to put into the bag he assumed he'd have plenty of time to figure it out, namely the whole weekend ahead.

End of Part 2