Quaid
and Sid had been roommates ever since they joined the OZK as
freshmen. They had a decent bit in common: Both were werewolves, for
one thing, but that was far from the most important detail. They were
also both trying to get performing careers—Quaid as a stage actor,
and Sid as a stand-up comic..or a politician if that didn't
work out. While many of the members of the "weird frat" had
first heard about the organization only after starting classes at the
college, or possibly even when one of its members presented them with
an invitation to join, the both of them had applied to the college
partially because it had such an unusual GLO attached. They
made fast friends with the older Rich, both being attracted to his
magnetic personality and bizarre ideas, and they often managed to get
the scoop on his latest crazy idea from him before even the council
found out about it.
They cut
very different figures: Quaid was slim and tall with pitch-black hair
and grayish-brown eyes, and usually took on an entirely human
appearance if his mouth was closed or one simply failed to notice the
fangs. Sid, on the other hand, was obviously a werewolf,
keeping his ears and tail visible at all times. Plus he was average
height, broad-shouldered and muscular in build; his eyes were a
yellowish-brown, his hair was as white as snow, and his fur was a
pattern of that same white with some black accents.
Friday
night, slightly before eleven, the two of them received a mysterious
text from Rich to go out to the back of the fraternity's dorm.
Despite its completely vague wording, both of them knew exactly
what it was about. Even though Quaid came from a three-hour closing
show and Sid drove in from a nightclub about an hour away, both of
them made the rest of the journey at an energetic walk, meeting the
de facto leader—and each other—at the designated spot at around
half an hour till midnight.
"Glad
to see you two could make it," Rich said. "I'm sure you're
not at all wondering what this is about."
"Dude, come
on, the boxes are right there," Quaid said, waving at
them. "You want some pack mules to get it upstairs,
right?"
"Pack wolves," Sid said. "Wolf
pack? Ehh?"
Quaid
gave him a disapproving head-shake, crossing his arms. "C'mon, I
know you can do better than that."
"Well,
it's not as if I won't do my share," Rich cut in—knowing full
well they could go back and forth for hours if allowed to. "But,
yes, some extra muscle would be appreciated. I'll find some way to
repay you for the help."
"Pssh, like we need it,"
Sid said, grinning wide and wagging his tail. "Seeing everyone
freak out'll be payment enough!"
"Not
to mention all the cute girls. Aaoow!" Quaid went and lifted one
of the boxes.
"Think
we're gonna be the cute girls, dude," Sid said, taking
one himself.
"Heey, I don't mind!"
It
didn't take them long to get everything upstairs, especially not with
the two werewolves competing on who could get a box upstairs the
fastsest. Once it was done, Rich got a box cutter and opened one of
them up, taking out a large container of liquid and opening the cap
to get a closer look inside.
"So, that is the stuff,
yeah?" Sid asked first, sniffing the air a bit. "Smells
pretty wild."
"Sure is. It has the..expected
appearance," Rich replied, pouring some carefully into a clear
gallon jug he'd had prepared to show them. "Hopefully the right
effects. I must admit I'm a little nervous, on the cusp of this
particular venture."
"What, you?" Sid said.
"C'mon, your heartrate's not even up."
"I did
say 'a little'. Nonetheless, I'm as eager as you two to see it
through."
"You
really think that stick-in-the-mud's gonna cave in the morning?"
Quaid asked. "He was pretty loud with his objections last
meeting—didn't even need wolf ears to make out the yelling
upstairs."
Rich shrugged. "Sooner or later," he
said smoothly. "Perhaps Mylar's acquiescence will help things
along—or, having everything ready to go. At any rate—some
compensation." He went and got a couple of bottles, pouring some
of the jug's contents into each. "And possibly more work, I'm
afraid, if you're up for it."
"Ohh, dude, do we get
to test it?" Quaid said, catching on.
"Well—no.
No more than me, anyway. I just want it to be more convenient for you
two." He stood up, holding both full and re-sealed bottles in
his hands—but still close to him. "I'm trusting you not to
take it until and unless an announcement goes out. We don't want to
spoil the surprise for everyone else."
"Hey,
you can trust us!" Sid said. "I mean, surprise is my middle
name."
"'Arlune' is your middle name," Quaid
corrected him.
"Well, it's my second-to-last name,
then!"
"Look, I can keep this doofus from taking it
'till Monday," the dark-haired werewolf to Rich, more or less
talking past Sid. "After that, no promises."
"If it
takes that long, I may ask for these back," Rich said,
finally offering the bottles out to them. "But I don't believe
it will."
"Sweet!" said Sid.
"What
was that about 'extra work', now?" Quaid asked as he took
his.
"Yes..I was wondering if you might help with
distribution tomorrow," their red-eyed leader replied. "Or,
hypothetically, another day—if it doesn't conflict with your
schedules. We'll have plenty of thirsty 'customers', after all."
"Dude,
no problem!" Sid said, grinning and wagging his tail again. "We
might get to see some of the transformations for ourselves that
way!"
"I'm with him, for once," the other werewolf
added. "Totally onboard. Should be fun to see 'em freak at how
we look, too."
"Hey, do you have any maid
uniforms lying around?" Sid said suddenly. "Since we're
supposed to be 'serving' folks anyway?"
"Hmm,
afraid not, at the moment. But, I've been told an effect as complex
and fluid as these might be directable to some extent," Rich
said. "Just don't wear something you can't do without when you
take your medicine."
"Awesome,
got it!"
Needless
to say, neither of them slept much that night. They were both sitting
on the biggest news ever, waiting to take potions with extremely
dramatic effects, eagerly anticipating the looks on everyone's
faces—the astounded, shocked, confused and angry tones of voice
they'd hear. And, beyond that, the inevitable acceptance of the
facts, the wave after wave of guys getting turned female...it was all
going to be hilarious. Not that either werewolf had a
particularly mean-spirited sense of humor—just, their idea of
'normal' perhaps hadn't begun in the right place and had only been
shifted more from their tenure as (two of) Rich's closer confidants.
At any
rate, once they fell asleep they stayed asleep, all the way
until their phones simultaneously played their group-text
notification chimes, and they practically moved in sync: Quaid
reaching out his hand to yank his phone off the cord and hold it over
his head while Sid bolted upright and snatched his off its wireless
charger all in the same move.
"It's
on!"
"He did it!" they spoke at the same time, then
looked at each other, blinking a couple of times—then at the two
bottles of glowing, swirling-rainbow potion.
"Uh.."
"Yeah,
maybe bathroom first," Sid said, half-reading his roommate's
mind. "You take first go," he said, gesturing.
"Thanks."
After
briefly cleaning themsleves up (and changing into some badly damaged
clothes they didn't particularly mind "losing"), both of
them sat across from each other in their desk chairs, holding the
opened bottles. "Ehh, you count," Quaid said, gesturing
with his free hand.
"'Kay—three, two, one, chug!" Sid
wasn't actually any good at chugging, and drank his 'medicine' in
three separate gulps punctuated by breaks to breathe.
"How'd
yours taste?" the dark-haired werewolf asked when his roommate
was finished.
"Uh, 'bout how it smelled. Kinda meaty,
like..gyro meat or somethin'."
"Huh,
mine was more 'Chinese take-out'."
"Wacky," Sid
said.
"Sssooooooo..."
"Hey,
give it a minute. Magic's not a microwave," Quaid said. "Or
fast food. Or whatever."
"Naww, c'mon, that first one
was perfect," Sid put out his hand in frustration.
"Alliteration and everything! I oughta write it down somewhere.
Well, I hope it doesn't take too long, we've got stuff to hand
out!"
"You wanna make it more exciting, maybe? Bet on
who finishes first, or who ends up taller? Bustier?"
"C'mon,
dude, it's exciting enough already! Anyway, you'll obviously stay the
tall one."
"Well, then maybe you should just focus on
imagining a maid outfit," Quaid suggested. "If you still
wanna do that."
"Oh—dude, I almost forgot! Yeah!"
Sid sat
up in his chair, wagging his slim, wolfish tail and quietly chanting
"Maid, maid maaiiid..." Quaid just shook his head at his
roommate's silliness—not that he was any less silly on
average, but..it was just so easy sometimes. For his part, he
wondered if their fur might come out a bit softer as girls—if,
maybe, their instincts or something might drive them to pet each
other a little bit? It was moderately rare for guys, but between girl
beastfolk who were good friends, it was actually fairly common...or
so he'd heard.
Each of
them was so distracted by his thoughts that they didn't even notice
it at first. Quaid had to deliberately pull himself away from
imagining a cute girl's slim, gentle fingers on his ears before he
realized that Sid's hair was growing out—and his tail behind him
was getting visibly thicker and fluffier—and then that his own
hair was growing, too, signalled primarily by a faint tickling
across his forehead and on either side of his eyes. "Uh,
Sid."
"Yeah? I'm trying to concentrate here, dude."
Sid's hair was already down to his shoulders, and his face was losing
hair, too.
"We're changing now." Quaid poked his own
hair—which was halfway down his cheeks now—to emphasize the
point.
"Oh!
Duuude!"
Now that
he was paying attention, Sid could actually feel an initially faint
tingling over all of his fur, and a somewhat sharper one making its
way down from his face to his neck before quickly spreading out along
the rest of his body. He shivered in response, feeling his ears lower
a bit, as he saw his roommate abruptly start shrinking downward and
inward, his shirt fluttering itself loose about his diminishing
frame.
"Rr-rrf!" Sid gave a quiet, low bark as he felt
much more air going across his tail than usual—it had suddenly
grown way fluffier, and even seemed somehow more sensitive
than before. On top of that, the tingling settled across his manhood
even as it faded away from the reest of his skin, stimulating it
strangely and starting the slight heat of a blush on his face. "Ohh,
d-du~ude..." His voice squeaked when he spoke, beginning its
change, too.
"H-heheh.." Quaid had found himself
assaulted by a sensation of tightness all across his body, which
apparently resulted in everything shrinking. Now, as he saw his
roommate's hair flutter its way past waist-height, his face turning
smaller, rounder, and cuter, and his vocal responses to each—he
couldn't help but think it was rather...cute? He knew that pretty
soon, Sid was going to be really cute, and maybe even more,
and found himself rather anticipating that change. But he, too, was
getting cuter: The light weight of his hair now sliding its way down
past his shoulders along his back, much more slowly than Sid's white
locks but still far faster than was natural.
"Hehehheh..."
The chuckle was followed by something a bit more like a giggle,
prompted by a sensation of tickling that started across Quaid's belly
and quickly made its way all across his body, no doubt accompanied by
the instantaneous loss of all his body hair. Glancing briefly
downward, he could see long locks of black hair falling down, narrow
shoulders, slim arms and legs and a slender waist all half-hidden by
his oversized, hole-filled t-shirt and jeans. It seemed like his body
was already in a very effeminate shape, and indeed the tightness from
before had dissipated into a comfortable, relaxed sort of feeling, as
though the shrinking itself had been a massage that left him loose
and limber.
"Mrr~rrrrfh..!"
Sid's voice lifted upward in pitch even as his perspective began to
sink downward. By now his friend looked so small and girly, with an
adorable, round face framed by long, shiny jet-black locks. He felt a
strange mixture of happiness at the sight and..jealousy? Or something
more like: 'I want that too, and I know I'm gonna get it'. His
body had a lot more slimming to do, and with a sudden, sharp but
somehow pleasant pressure across his shoulders and sides it started
in earnest.
"H-haa~aahahah..!"
Quaid's
voice changed too, but all at once—at the start of the laugh it was
his, and in the middle it flitted up into a cute, higher alto
tone befitting his adorable face and slender figure. Sid felt his
blush brighten—in that his cheeks warmed up way more—when
he heard this, followed immediately by his still-tingling manhood
giving a sharp tug inward that drew an unexpectedly high "Y-yip!"
from his lips and seemed to cause a chain reaction of him suddenly
losing half a foot or so of height all at once. He could feel the
tips of his increasingly long hair tickling his tail near its base,
making him shiver and bark again—"Rr~rfh!"—this one
coming out almost as high as the yip had, well outside of masculine
range.
"Aa~aah..."
Sid squirmed in place, hearing his voice lilt itself higher than his
roommate's, as that tug resolved into an inward slipping sensation
and he felt his diminishing manhood grow even more excited,
even as it threatened to disappear entirely. With Quaid's now-girlish
voice giggling adorably in his ears, he found himself anticipating
this change even more than he ever had before, and then let out a
soft, cute, high "Aaaa~AAaaahhnnNNNnnh..!" as it happened:
His manhood slid and melted completely away, taking with it
his last vestiges of mental masculinity and immediately converting
its recent excitement into a burst of extreme, fully-feminine
pleasure.
Quaid
just couldn't stop giggling and laughing, it seemed. The sensation of
his manhood suddenly starting to tingle and tug, shrinking inward,
made him cry out a bit louder than usual, and in that instant
his voice went fully female. And now he was watching the
white-haired werewolf before him shrink down, down and in, his body
caving in just like Quaid's had into a slim, small, girlish frame.
His hair was a gorgeous cape of white spreading out past the seat of
the chair now, his tail a huge, fluffy pillow of fur and even his
ears looking a bit longer and fluffier. Quaid was...imagining
feeling all that fur between his now small and delicate fingers, and
as he saw Sid's hands shrink too, also imagining those on his
own fur. It made him giggle girlishly even more.
"H-hehehehh..hee~eheehehee..!"
He couldn't wait to be cute now..or even...hot? Ooh, that was
a pleasing thought. Of the two of them, Sid would be bustier for
sure, but Quaid felt curiously determined not to be left too
far behind in that department. At this point Sid's height sank below
his own, confirming that prediction true—but only by about
half a head or so. And then, suddenly, the white-haired wolf-boy let
out an extremely girlish sound, and Quaid felt a strange,
innate sort of awareness that his roommate was a girl now—just
as certain as he was that he soon would be, too.
"H-hahah..aah,
aAAah—" Now it really was Quaid's turn, as he felt the
shrinking give way to a series of increasingly sharp and deep tugs,
assaulting his senses one after another. And then—"Rrr~rrfh!"—it
was his..it was her turn to make a wolfish noise, as
the sex change came with a wonderful preview of what she'd be capable
of enjoying on the other side of the fence. A high, soft "Aaa~aah"
followed, as Quaid's hips and thighs began to gently press themselves
out, her waist tightening and pushing inward—and then she went
right back to a high, girly giggle as these enhancements to her
womanly figure continued.
"D-duuu~ude...!"
Quaid probably couldn't actually hear her roommate over her present
fit of giggles, but Sid was just sort of expressing her amazement to
herself anyway. She'd been looking forward to seeing—and being—cute
girls for a while, but this was on an entirely different level! Now
her cute, high voice descended back into barking as she felt her
suddenly slender body beginning to regain some of its size—all in
the chest and hips, of course, with the former being especially
sensitive all of a sudden. "Rr~rh, Rrf!" she intoned softly
at a sudden forward burst of the small breasts. Still, even through
all of the distractions well-worth getting distracted over,
she managed to remember that she wanted to wind up in a maid uniform
if at all possible. After all—her pretty, curvy body would
look pretty good in that, right?
Quaid's
chest tingled now, and her giggling was interrupted by a soft,
breathy "Haa~aah" at the unexpected surge of pleasure this
created. More than that, her clothes were changing now, causing soft
cloth to slide all across her skin: Her shirt's sleeves broke off and
ran up to her small, delicate hands, pulling themselves on as a pair
of soft gloves; her pants split at the thighs, the top bit instantly
shortening and spreading out into an ultra-short black, pleated skirt
while the rest became a ribbon on the right leg and a fishnet
thigh-high stocking on the left. The lower part of her now-sleeveless
shirt, all the way to the top of her midriff, folded up underneath
the rest of it, converting into an extremely ill-fitting, undersized
bra even as the tingling across her chest progressed into a slight
foward push and began to grow into something that would fill it.
Finally,
Sid's clothes began to change, rapidly sliding and shifting,
combining and separating—one piece of note crawling up across
either side of her head to settle on top of it, just in front of her
ears. She was at the time rather busy shivering with delight from the
wonderful, girlish pleasure her steadily growing figure provided her
with, wagging her tail and barking or yipping with each push.
Finally, just as the cloth quit crawling itself around on her skin,
she felt one last push from her chest that made her positively,
literally howl, a relatively quiet "Awooo~ooo!" that
was just about as girly and adorable as a (were)wolf-noise was
capable of being.
By the
time the other wolf-girl howled, Quaid's breasts had grown a fair
bit, each push making her appreciate womanhood all the more while
also causing her uncontrollable giggling and laughter continue.
Finally there was a short break, and she let out a soft, breath
"Haa~ah..hff," panting hard for air, followed by a soft
"Mmnngh.." as one last wave of tingling hit her
moderate-sized breasts, and then an irresistible "Aa~aahhnn..!"
as they pushed forward hard, growing maybe just as much again
as they had the whole time since she'd become a girl combined, ending
up maybe almost as massive as the thicker girl across from her. It
was..difficult to tell exactly, since said girl was now adorned in a
full, stereotypical maid-uniform-dress. Which, come to think of it,
was quite cute on her!
Both of
them were left gasping for air for a long moment after the
transformations, and even as they caught their breath they were then
stuck staring at each other, up and down, for a long moment, both
still blushing brilliantly and Sid's tail and ears still giving all
the signals of maximum happiness and interest—low ears, rapid
wagging in the tail. "Uh, w-wow," Quaid finally managed
after a while of this, only to be interrupted by a soft, cute giggle
again. "H-heheh.."
"T-that was kinda extreme, huh?
But dude, you turned out sooo pretty!" With the ice broken,
Sid's tongue finally let her talk again. Her voice was higher than
the other girl's, but not quite squeaky—not unless it was coming
out in a yip or high bark or howl as before. It still had enough
depth to communicate the maturity that was more than obvious in her
deeply curvy figure.
"Oh,
y-yeah? You too, man. Girl, whatever. H-heheh." Quaid hopped to
her feet, running one gloved hand through her irresistibly soft hair
and picking at the hem of her skirt with the other—trying to get
used to the sensation of wearing so little down there, plus her
newly-changed pair of panties holding on so tight.
"Thanks.
A-and the outfit?" Sid also got up, grinning and willing her
ears to point upward again, but nervously pressing her fingers
together all the same.
"Absolutely
gorgeous. I mean—not that I'd suggest going out in public in that,"
Quaid said. "Or up on the stage."
"Awwh, you don't
think it'd be a good act?"
"I
think you're more likely to get laughs from tripping over that
enormous dress than anything else," the taller girl said.
"Well,
at least more than half my skin is covered. You go out in that
and your legs'll freeze off!" Sid said, pointing. "N-not
that I don't appreciate the show," she added,
interrupting their usual rhythm a bit.
"Ooh, yeah?"
Quaid
strode forward the two steps that it took to get into the other
girl's personal space, making her own ears and tail grow out in the
process. They were decidedly softer and fluffier, but the tail was
nowhere near the size of the enormous pillow coming from Sid's
back—good enough for her, anyway. After staring down at the shorter
girl's eyes long enough to make both of them start blushing again,
she grabbed Sid in a close hug and nuzzled her cheek a bit, letting
out some soft, low "Rrfh" sounds as Sid's body first
stiffened in surprise, then gradually relaxed, her own slim arms
closing around the taller werewolf's bare waist. They both shuddered
a bit each time their ears made accidental contact with each other
during this, until finally they mutually pulled just about half a
foot apart.
"Waa~aah,
that felt amazing!" Sid said. "How'd you do
that?!"
"I literally just hugged and nuzzled at you,
silly," Quaid answered, giggling again as she patted the top of
the shorter girl's head a couple of times. "Hey, consider it a
preview of what we might do later."
"L-later?"
"We've
got work to do, right?"
"Uuhh..oh,
r-right! Heheh.."
"Hmhmh," Quaid giggled back, and
then took her roommate's hand with her own to help guide her out to
the agreed-upon location to help pass out some girl-making juice.
They
probably weren't going to get too much sleep tonight either. But it
would be plenty of fun—if today wasn't fun enough, first!
