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The hot sun blazed down over the clear skies of the Utah flat lands, with no visible cloud cover it caused heat to radiate off the earth for miles in every direction, a wavy after effect from moisture evaporating gave the optical illusion of water in the distance just out of reach of the thirsty. Something the digger knee deep in the ground wished he had at that very moment as he delicately brushed sand and sediment from the bones he and his team were digging up. Wiping a drenched layer of sweat off his brow he lifted a wide brimmed hat up to comb his gloves over the bald spot on his head. Prof. Franz Ceril had been heading this palaeontological dig for at least a month now, though he secretly kicked himself in the rear for picking August to head out and dig in the first place. Not in the best of shape even at his age, he had a greying beard that went as far as his collar and a small beer belly a bit further down. “Phew...I could have picked March to come out here but nooo... Summer heat makes the earth softer to dig in.” Well into his fifties Prof. Ceril had gotten into palaeontology back when he was a teenager, taking a stroll through the Colorado woods when he was a kid his boot had caught on a warped black stone sticking out in the solid earth and made him trip head first into the mud, three days later and a bit of publicity he had garnered he was the discoverer of one of the few complete skeletons of an Allosaurus. After that he had been chasing bones ever since.
Sitting up to take his hat right off and use it as a fan, he looked over to the rest of his team and gave a short laugh, not many were interested in spending the weeks out in the middle of nowhere digging up dinosaur bones like he did. Which would have explained why he only got six volunteers this time instead of twenty-four like last year. Last year he dug in Maine; lovely, full of water, short walk to a beer store Maine. He didn't blame the students who didn't come, how could he? Right now, he was wishing for a bottle of beer right now just to cool off! Sifting through the dirt with brushes and pans were six of his most loyal students, all of them wearing wide brimmed hats to keep out the sun and ankle guards for the rough dirt they knelt in. He chuckled as he caught Anna, his youngest pupil looks up to scratch an itch under her eye, her nose chalk white with the sunblock she bought back in town. Four women and two men made up his current team of diggers who after two weeks of prospecting and careful digging had revealed the blackened bones of an Apatosaurus, its long dead corpse twisted at odd angles from millions of years of mud flows caused by rain and time. Michelle was working on the head a few feet over, digging sand out of the eye and nasal sockets as Cary used a course haired brush to wipe away the excess dirt into a pile nearby. Michelle and Cary joined his class a year ago, the two often shared notes just to keep up in his class, Michelle was a tall blonde woman with an athletic figure, where as Cary was shorter and more buxom, her red hair tied back in her hat since she feared it frizzing in the heat.
Greg and Sasha were at the other end of the skeleton, spotting out the bones of the tail more than 20 feet way. “Looks like we found a full specimen professor.” Smiled Jordan as he knelt on the other end of the rib cage where Prof. Ceril dug away. “Good thing too kiddo, I was afraid that after all these days we were digging up another septic tank... Again.” The rest of his class laughed and cringed at the bad luck they had on their first three days, hunting for dinosaur bones was like wandering the beach with a metal detector; sometimes you find a priceless antique, other times its a bottle cap. Moving up after working on the skull both women moved up to expose more of the neck bones attached to it, carefully cleaning out each vertebrae to be categorized later and shipped with them once they've identified the pieces. Greg was the professor's second year student, a tall dark-haired man he grew out a ponytail on a drunken bet with his classmates one night and stuck with it when it started getting him attention at bars. Jordan was another first-year student of his, a bit of a workout buff when not studying, he joined the class under the pretence that being out on these field trips would help him burn fat. Then again laying in a sauna for 8 hours would have had the same effect but then he wouldn't be digging for free either. Anna was hard at work clearing dirt from the hip joint, another second-year student she took to her studies and work with passion. She was certainly helpful around the dig especially with the professor, the young brunette offering water whenever it got too hot and being called a teacher's pet by Michelle and Cary in the process. Closing his eyes, the old man chuckled quietly to himself. “Ah to be young again...”
Professor Ceril's attention was stolen away from the kind girl when Jordan yelped in surprise, his hand sinking into the hard dirt under the ribs of the fossil when he tried to reach lower in his brushwork. “Hey Professor, come take a look at this.” Shifting over to meet the dark-skinned lad at the rib cage the old man looked down to find a strange cavity in the earth where they had been digging, the small hole leading straight down under the bones of the dinosaur they dug around. “You don't think we're going to have to stop the dig, are we?” Wondered Jordan out loud as he looked back at Professor Ceril with anticipation. Scratching at his beard in thought the man pulled a pen light from his pocket and turned it on over the hole, looking in he squinted as the light showed nothing but darkness underneath, the faint sounds of something dripping coming from deep below as the light reflected right back at him from the bottom of the fissure. “I can't really make out how deep or how far it goes, hey everybody stop what your doing and come here for a minute.”
Dropping their tools and carefully walking around the bones the class gathered around their teacher sitting over a fist sized hole in the dirt between two of the ribs. “It looks like a cavity of some sort, can't really make out how far it goes though.” Using his finger to make the hole larger, he and the others were shocked when the ground began to shake, the small hole oozing a dark viscous fluid that bubble and flowed out just before everything went black.
*
Three hours later...
About an hour's drive from the dig site the Professor had bought rooms at a single floor motel, the place wasn't what one could describe as a five star establishment but it was good enough to accommodate the seven diggers after coming back. It looked like the kind of place cheap horror movies were filmed at; dull brown brickwork with wooden doors pealing paint, a swimming pool at its centre with the tile work chipped and the water looking like it hadn't been cleaned out in a week. A couple of vending machines dotting the corners of the building and a gravel parking lot spanning the length of the rooms leading out to the road. The building itself was shaped like an 'L' with a faded yellow paint job on the outside walls, the ironwork and railings had seen far too much weather and gathered a fair bit of either rust or ivy.
Stepping through the walkway outside their shared motel rooms and dripping in a black oily substance Prof. Ceril and his students groaned as they wiped what they could off their cloths and hair. Cary grimaced as she could still hear the squish of the viscous fluid stuck between her toes all while untying the leather braces that guarded her ankles. “I hope this stuff comes out, do I need tomato juice or something?” Like the others, Michelle's cloths were stained black from the explosion of oil that blasted up from the hole, coating the dig site in tar and ruining the bones they spent the last couple days digging. “Maybe we should have bought dish soap before coming here.” Laughing lightly before spitting up a few droplets of the black substance Sasha lolled her tongue out to get rid of whatever was left. “Yeah? With what? I think my money's glued to my pants now, and it sure as hell isn't green anymore.” Steeping into their rooms the group's first act was to scrub off the oil on their skin, even after the hot water ran out it took over an hour to clean the gunk out of their hair.
Standing in the old shower stall of his room Prof. Ceril had his eyes closed as he just let the water spray down his back, steam rising as the humidity built up around him. “Well today was a total ruin, that skeleton we dug up can't be salvaged, not after that.” The eruption of oil that blasted up between the bones caused a massive cave in, sending their find tumbling into the slick as it all collapsed around them, the fountain of black gold kept going for over a minute before the whole thing closed again, leaving an awful mess and a group of disgusted diggers picking themselves out of a two-foot-deep sinkhole. “On the bright side we struck oil, I wonder if I can get funding to mount a rig station there...” Opening his eyes the old man could hear giggling from the next room, Cary and Michelle shared the room beside his and from the muted sounds between the thin walls it sounded like they were changing cloths and chatting. Letting his imagination run ahead of him he pictures the two young women comparing bra sizes and feeling each other's skin, bubbly laughter in the background as they moved closer to kiss in the heat of the moment, pressing their bodies together as their hands caressed and stroked smooth legs and thighs. Shaking his head and chuckling he kicked himself for trying to imagine his 20 something students in just their underwear.
Moving to turn off the water he stopped and darted his eyes down when he felt something cold bump into him, gasping in shock he stared at the raging boner sticking out from below his waist and tapping against the knobs to the shower. Its veiny surface pulsing with his heartbeat it had to have been over a foot long and so big around his fingers didn't even close around it, not only that but his balls were swollen to the size of small apples. “What the fuck? Since when do I get something like THIS?” Breathing slowly, he tried to bring his erection down, the thing bobbing as it snapped back to attention when his grip slipped. Turning the water off he staggered out of the washroom and tried to put on some cloths to bundle down his raging cock, after a difficult five minutes his pants sported a tent that looked like the zipper would burst open any second but after he managed to put the rest of his cloths on the thing settle... For now.
“What the hell was that all about?”
Stepping out of his room he found the rest of his class standing outside waiting for him, fully scrubbed and in new cloths they gathered just outside the jeep that brought them here, he did find it odd that Greg and Jordan seemed to be shifting their belts as if their pants didn't fit right, even the ladies tugged at their sleeves and waists. Shrugging the old professor stepped up and investigated the jeep's interior, frowning at the oil stains still painted over the seats and floor. “Well team I'm going to make a call to get us a new vehicle, and since our dig's been ruined we won't be going back to collect the bones, shame really.” With his hands in his pockets the old man kicked the tires and shook his head before looking back at his class. “I'm going to need some help with the paperwork if anyone's interested, once I'm satisfied we can file a report to the University we can finish up here and head back.”
“I'll help.” Chirped Anna with her hand up, the others rolling their eyes as they snickered and chuckled at the teacher's pet of the class. “Well since we're not needed we're heading off into town to get a drink, we shouldn't be long.” Slapping Greg on the back Jordan smiled as he and the others walked off down the road, leaving their teacher and classmate behind to file the oil spill. “Heh... Kids, well let’s get to work then.”
*
The trek down the road took over twenty minutes for the five students to make it to the small town of 'Green Meadows'. A faded white sign showed the town's name along with a population number barely in the double digits. The place was cozy in a circa 1950's sort of way, the road went on for a few intersections before stretching on as open road into the highway. A general store and barber shop shared the same street corners right with the truck stop and gas station. With the sun going down just over the horizon the five stepped up the tavern parking lot where three Peter-built trucks were parked side by side like cars, a forth was just backing up to join the row of vehicles before squealing to a halt, hissing hydraulics as the motor died. Stepping up to the entrance Greg pulled the door open and held it for his classmates to enter, walking behind after Cary when she winked over her shoulder back at him. As he was about to walk in a burly hand grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him hard out of doorway. “Outta the way fuckin yuppie.” Drawled the driver of the truck that pulled in a few minutes ago. The man wore a plaid button shirt with a denim jacket and pants, a ball cap on his head read the logo of the transporting service he worked for as he brushed the young man aside to walk in. Wiping himself off Greg sneered before joining his friends at the table over at the corner window.
The inside of the bar looked just as worn as the outside, a jukebox that looked twice the age of the students sitting at the window table played country rock at the far end of the bar, a pair of pool tables stood at the far corner near the washrooms where a group of men played for chunk change under low dim lighting. The walls and floors were hard wood and tile, etched in scratches and scuff marks from years of use. A couple of bar tenders cleaned mugs behind a tall solid bar table, despite its scars the surface was polished to mirror shine allowing patrons to see the gritty ceiling without having to look up. A waitress well into her forties came by their table and offered them their drinks, a writing pad in hand as she wrote down their orders and walked off out of sight.
“Hey are guys alright?” Wondered Greg as he looked over to Michelle and Cary, booth looking woozy and picking at their cloths like they were tight. Sasha unbuttoned her top just a bit to give herself some breathing room. “Yeah, I'm good, just really hungry all of a sudden.” Looking to his friend Jordan tugged at the sleeves of his t-shirt, his arms seemed swollen like he was reacting to a bee sting or something. After a tense half hour, the waitress returned with a couple baskets of crisp French fries and a plate of chicken wings for the young patrons before walking off again to disappear behind the bar. “About time, I'm starving!” Picking a drumstick out of the wax paper covered plate Greg smiled as he bit into the chicken... And coughed it straight back out, his eyes bugging out of their sockets as he grabbed a napkin to wipe as much of the offending meat off his tongue before he felt like throwing up. “What's the matter Greg? The chicken wings aren't any good?”
“Fuck no!” Coughed the man with the pony tail as he wiped the last of the oil out of his mouth, his eyes practically bloodshot from his reaction to the fried crispy tender. “Lets... 'Cough'... Lets hope the fries are any better...” As soon as he plucked the golden fry out of the next basket and eyed it warily he took a small nibble and swallowed, shrugging his shoulders the others dug in and ate the cut potatoes with growing enthusiasm, the basket of wings discarded at the far corner of the table as the five friends laughed and enjoyed their dish. Over the course of their meal Sasha started rubbing her foot against Jordan's leg, the toe of her shoe tracing up and down his ankle. Looking over to the woman he found her leering at him with a coy smile, her fingers playing with the top button of her shirt as she pretended to listen to Michelle talk about her classes back at the University. Already a raging tent was pitching in his pants, forcing him to shift in his seat as her foot travelled up to nudged against his crotch, hitching a breath through his nose he blinked, trying desperately to look like he was still interested in the conversation when a beer mug slammed down at their table.
”Hey ya babes... Why don't ya lose these chicken shits fer a real man?”
Greg already recognized the drunk at their seats as the one that shoved him away at the door when they came in, the man stinking of booze and looking at Cary and Michelle in a way he didn't like. Cary had taken a nose full of the trucker's stench and recoiled, pinching her nose as she glared back at the grinning drunk. “Eeew... Do you mind?!” Leaning forward with his arm on the table the drunk smirked wider, his uneven teeth showing as he drawled. “No, I don't sweet cheeks, wanna have a drink?”
Something had begun to stir in Greg as he glared at the man bothered his friends, his fingers gripped the table a bit harder than he meant while his nostrils flared with each inhale of air. “Pal... Step away from our table or I'm gonna have to finish what you started at the door.” Looking back at the young man with a ponytail the trucker had lost his mirth and frowned back at Greg, standing back up on wobbly feet he glared down as he asked. “Oh yeah? You think you can wail me small fry? Come on and take a shot.” Stepping out of the booth of the corner table Greg stood up and eyed the grinning drunkard as he raised his hammed fists to mock the student into a fight. He didn't need much cajoling...
A single right hook sent the 6'2 three-hundred-pound man back first into the jukebox across the bar ten feet away! The glass shattering as the song being played skipped off its record and killed the ambiance. Looking back at the unconscious trucker and the surprised Greg staring back at his clenched hand, the rest of the patrons stood up and looked ready to add to the bar fight. “Uhm... Maybe we should leave.” Agreeing with their friend the group dropped what money they had on the table and began pulling out of the booth when one of the truckers blocked the door, a pool cue in hand as he glared down at Sasha for trying to reach the door handle. Seeing another angry patron getting ready to make a swing Greg brought his hands up to fight when he noticed something odd on his hands. His knuckles looked green, brownish green, and it was spreading down the rest of his hand.
“You city boys think you can come in here and cause a shit storm?... Do ya?!”
Just before another punch was thrown Michelle made a pained moan loud enough to gain everyone's attention, her hands clutching her middle as she pressed against the wall to steady herself. Looking right at her Greg and the others found the same greenish colouration spreading up her arms up to her shoulders, her cloths looking tight on her as she began to swell up. Then Cary started doing the same thing, then Sasha, then Jordan. The truckers looked back at Greg as the olive colouration now enveloped past his face, he grimaced as he felt pressure build all over his body. Buckling down he felt the seems in his cloths split as he suddenly began growing larger, thicker. His groans of discomfort grew deeper as his voice changed, his friends staggering to the floor as they began outgrowing their cloths.
Not five minutes later everyone starting pouring out of the bar in a mad panic, running to their trucks to drive away as fast as they could from what was happening in the bar, even from their cabs they could hear crashing and smashing inside and it only spurred them further to get away, once the last truck steered out of the parking lot and into the freeway the convoy went full throttle and made their escape. They didn't care where, just anywhere but here!
*
“And... Done.”
Smiling as she clicked the send button on the screen Anna closed her lap top and sat up from her spot on the bed, stretching her arms over her head and shifting back and forth to get the kinks out of her stiff neck she sighed and went slack. Sitting on the double bed in the middle of the room she looked over to the Professor bundling the paperwork being printed off by their portable printer on the small table next to the washroom door. Each bundle was settled into a binder to be given to the Professor's colleagues back at the University when they were all finished here. Anna leaned over to the nightstand and went back to the tossed salad she had made for herself earlier, it was strange really, she had enough to make a couple ham sandwiches but as soon as she took a bite of one she nearly threw up, so with little else available she went with the salad. “Well that should be it then, the replacement jeep should be available tomorrow and we can head back into the city.” Sitting up from his spot on the floor the man looked at the back of his hand when he used the table to get back up. His skin looked darker somehow, almost a greenish brown and slowly getting darker by the second, his finger nails had gone completely black and the strange colouration was slowly spreading up his arm. “Hey what's this?”
Anna had moved off the bed and walked over to see her Professor's hands, the skin seemed as rough as cow's hide to her, and there was a scent in the air, something she couldn't quite make out. “You’re not having an allergic reaction to the oil are you Professor?” Feeling his course skin, she bit her lip as a warmth began to spread through her body, her cloths seemed... Tight all of a sudden, and her heart was pounding in her chest like a sledgehammer. “Does it bother you Professor? It smells... Funny...” Breathing deeply and smelling the same strange smell in the air, her eyes fluttered before she began nuzzling into the old man's hands, licking his fingers as she breathed in his musk. “ANNA! What's gotten into you?!” Looking up to see her teacher eye to eye the short woman blinked and smiled like she was in a trance, taking his hands she lowered them to cup at her rear and pressed herself against him.
He never had a chance to speak as she leaned up and started kissing him, darting her tongue into his mouth and probing around his teeth all while her arms wrapped around him and tugged at his arms and shoulders from behind. Caught in the moment the old man slowly started to lose his resolve, his rationale leaving him as his student ground naval against his crotch. Grunting into the kiss Franz squeezed her ass and bucked his hips against hers, dry humping the young woman as she steered him over to the bed and shoved him down onto the mattress. Forcibly spreading his legs, she dove down and undid his belt buckle and zipper, breathing hard the old man pulled off his shirt as Anna finally freed the monster he had bound in his trousers. She stared at it in amazement for a few seconds before grabbing hold of it with both her hands and bringing it to her mouth. By now the greenish brown skin had travelled up his arms and shoulders and to his surprise up his waist as his cock had gone from a swollen red to a dull brown. Anna was oblivious to it all as her eyes were closed, her tongue licking over the helmet of her teacher's foot long erection. Letting him go she sat up and tore her shirt open, buttons hitting the walls and floor as she tossed the offending garment to the side and pulled her shorts down. Managing to sit up Franz found Anna in her underwear fighting with the straps on her back, her B-cup bra digging into her as it tried to contain the overflowing tit flesh underneath, now swollen three times their original size.
With a gurgling moan she whipped the top off her, her hefty F cups wobbling on her chest as she ripped her panties clean off her wide hips and moved up to straddle her teacher, shoving him back down onto his back. Before his mind went drunk with lust Professor Ceril noticed the same strange colouration spreading over the young woman's shoulders and thighs just as she grabbed his throbbing member and positioned herself to mount him. Slamming down hard the two howled out from the sensation, just sitting there joined at the hip as the room filled with their panting breaths. Looking down at the man under her Anna smirked down at her mentor just as she started bucking and raising her hips, tussling her shoulder length brown hair with her brown fingers while Franz groped at her full breasts from below. After a few minutes their skin had completely changed, shifting to an olive green with splotches of brown down their stomachs and chests.
Hearing tearing sounds the two never noticed Franz out growing his pants, the seams splitting open as his legs grew thick with muscle, his feet bursting through his shoes with stubby green toes wiggling in the remains of his socks. Gritting his teeth, he leaned his head forward and grunted, his neck beginning to lengthen inches a second until it was more than a foot long. Pressure under his legs made him squirm as something grew under his legs, making him buck his hips to make room for it as the woman on top moaned louder. Anna howled kneading her melon sized tits, her thick thighs squeezing the man under her as a stubby tail grew out above her round ass cheeks, wagging back and forth as her neck stretched to match it in length. Feeling a pair of strong hands grab her hips Anna cried out as Franz started slamming his cock deep into her pussy, the head hitting the entrance to her womb as she felt him twitch inside her.
With a howl from the both Franz and Anna came hard, tensing as he erupted into her pussy and flooded her insides with load after load of boiling cum, her cries rose to a scream as she arched her back and rode out her own explosive orgasm until she slumped forward and collapsed on top of him. Breathing hard and blinking his eyes the Professor slowly regained his wits as he started to focus on the massive woman on top of him. Looking down Anna was just as stunned, her neck craned down to look at herself as she brought her stubby fingered hands to feel her flattened nose and newly formed muzzle. Meeting her teacher's gaze, she gasped as she looked down at the large dark-skinned creature she was sitting over, his face stretched forward in a muzzle like her own as he tilted his head over to see the two tails sticking out behind them. “What just... What did we... What's going on?”
Sadly, the Professor was at a loss as she was...
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