First Mylar, and now Corbin, too...Darren was finding himself
surrounded by pretty catgirls left and right. That was to say nothing
of all the attractive human girls the fraternity's ridiculous
decision and potion were making, but..it was just that, within the
closest parts of his social circle, it seemed a lot more people were
growing furry bits than not. And Darren...well, it made him wonder.
He wondered like he never really had before. Mylar seemed rather
happy—besides being cute and irresistibly curvy—as a catgirl. It
was even worse with his roommate, who'd been a human all his life and
now seemed actually impressed—as much as someone like Corbin
could be—with how it felt to be part-feline. Of course there had
been several other beastfolk in the organization since well before
Darren joined, and now all of them seemed to be going girl
too...
He walked slowly out toward the kitchen, to where the two wolf-girls
had already offered him that weird potion twice before and,
thankfully, respected his request for more time to think about it
rather than pestering him nonstop. Even they knew this was a
reasonably serious thing...or, at least, they enjoyed watching him
visibly struggle with it enough to not want to press the issue one
way or the other. The sight of Corbin curling up on her bed for a
literal catnap, obviously satisfied with absolutely everything in her
world, still stuck in his mind. Corbin had always been someone
who seemed perfectly pleased and self-assured with the life he was
leading, so seeing her even happier and more satisfied
than that was almost unbelievable. But it had happened anyway.
The big jug was very nearly empty when he got there, Quaid busy
filling one last bottle with its contents while Sid was holding onto
another, already full one, and a second full one sat on the little
table next to the jug. "Yoo, Darren!" The wolf-girl in the
maid outfit waved with her free hand. "Whassup?"
"Uh..hey.
You, running out of that stuff?" It really gave an impression of
how many of the house's residents must have already received
bottles of potion, if not drunk them and/or become girls already.
"Yeah! Just twooo bottles left," Sid said. "You want
one before we're all sold out?" Quaid stood upright, pausing
from her current work to lightly punch the white-haired girl in the
shoulder. Well—at least it looked like a light punch; Sid
yipped in response, then winced and rubbed the spot with a hand
afterward.
"We just need to get Rich's help for a refill," the taller
wolf-girl clarified. "No rush, really, you've got a week to
think about it."
"Well, uh, thanks..." He knew
he was going to take the potion, so there wasn't a better time to
pick one up than now. Nonetheless, Darren had doubts, and wanted to
procrastinate and stall for just a little bit longer. "Hey,
um..look, I've got a question, and I want a serious answer. Like, as
serious as you can? And not making fun of it or anything..."
"Well, we can certainly try." Quaid tipped the mostly-empty
container to get the rest of its contents into the bottle, then
pushed it back into place and pulled the bottle out from under it,
twisting a cap on.
"Compromise, maybe?" the other girl
said. "If it's dumb, I get to laugh, but I'll still answer
seriously."
"..Fair enough..."
"Okay! So what is it, then?"
She said, leaning up at him cutely and wagging her tail—all of
which was...very distracting.
"Uh...So like, a lot of people I know have either always been,
or like, newly have...you know, animal..stuff. Like, tails,"
Darren said, unconsciously gesturing forward at Sid with a hand. "And
I think I kinda like it, actually? I mean, like, I wonder what it'd
be like to...do that myself. Err, have..that. Sooo...does
that...make me a furry?"
"Pffheeheeheh—ooww!"
Sid's giggle was interrupted by another punch in the same spot on her
arm. "Come on dude, flick my ear or something instead!"
"You'd enjoy that," Quaid retorted, crossing her
arms. "Anyway—the age old question: 'What even is a
furry, anyway?'"
"Some people say furries are only people, fictional or not, who
are completely covered in fur," Sid said immediately after, as
if picking up a music cue.
"Some say it's those who want
to be that," Quaid continued in rhythm, "or like drawing it
or seeing it in others..."
"...Or, it's anyone with fur,
full stop—or who can have fur at all, or who can have
fur all over whenever they like, like werewolves and Nekomata
specifically..."
"...And Kistune with enough tails..."
"...Or maybe it's people who think they really are
animals, or part-animals, even if they're human and therefore clearly
not..."
"...Even if they don't wanna
actually have any bodily fur themselves."
"So the best answer possible," Sid said, "is
that you're a furry if you say you are, and if you say you're not,
then you're not."
"I, for example, am not one,"
Quaid said with a grin that showed off her fangs, "since I
basically take on human form in public and only go full wolf on the
full moon. Sid's a furry 'cause she's always got her tail out,"
she added swiftly.
"Heyy! I am not!"
"Anyway, " she continued over her friend's
objection, "if you wanna know what it's like to have a tail,
then this potion's your ticket!" She picked up both bottles from
the small table and waved one toward Darren. "I've heard of them
doing all sorts of miraculous things today!"
"Yeah, uh..me too." He finally took the offered potion,
contemplating where a sufficiently private place to transform would
even be. "Thanks..."
"Hey, no problem! Anyway,
we've gotta run."
Quaid grabbed the other girl's free hand and led her off—which had
the effect of making Sid visibly blush a bit even as she grinned back
at him for a second, calling: "Have fun!"
Interacting with those two at all was consistently overwhelming, and
this time was no different...but their intentions didn't actually
ever seem to be bad. Darren tilted the bottle back and forth in his
hand, watching the potion slosh around, its rainbow of glowing colors
swirl about excitedly from the motion. It could take all day for this
thing to start changing him...or it could happen the instant it
passed his lips. Thinking about it for a moment, he elected to go
back to the game room and see if there was anyone there. Worst case,
he could maybe..blow off some steam playing a game, and run to the
bathroom if he found himself changing with an audience. Just like
Mylar had. It did seem like there'd be some kind of signs it
was happening, after all...
It wasn't necessarily that Darren wanted to be a catgirl in
particular. He just, sort of wanted to know what it was like to have
fluffy ears and a tail..and maybe some kind of, hopefully fairly
mild, animal instincts. Actually, watching Sid wag her gigantic tail
around put him in the mind of something extremely fluffy like that,
that he or even...someone else...could practically hug. Maybe that
would be a pain to maintain, but then it seemed like he'd be in
good company with the many other people in the house suddenly
sporting long hair and/or fur. There seemed to be
well-enough-established methods for how to deal with self-grooming of
fur, at any rate; it was a problem that perhaps trillions of people
had solved before he could've even imagined it.
And...the game room was clear of people. Darren quietly shut the
door—he didn't have a key for its lock, and would feel rude doing
that anyway—and sat on the big couch, getting a handheld
console out of his pocket and setting it on the end table before
carefully unscrewing the cap and drinking from the bottle. It tasted
sort of sweet and chocolaty, like some milk left over in the bowl
after eating all the chocolate cereal with marshmallows out of it. At
any rate, it actually wasn't bad, so he was able to drink it all
without too much difficulty. He sat in place for a moment, waiting to
see if the transformation would begin right away, but it didn't: He
didn't even feel the least bit peculiar. Well—that was why he'd
brought something to do. Darren picked up the console from the end
table, turned himself around to lie on the couch with the back of his
head on the armrest and his feet almost reaching the opposite one,
and held the game up over his head to play for a while. Then he
turned over onto his side, carefully adjusting his glasses to keep
them from falling off.
Darren's attempt at self-distraction actually proved a little too
effective in the end. No one showed up for the half hour or so
that he was occupied this way, which was good, but when the first
signs of a change hit him, he initially didn't catch on to what was
happening. He just raised a hand up to vigorously scratch his right
ear...then his left. The itching got worse, and in response he
stopped playing, using one hand to put the handheld back on the end
table behind him while the other continued scratching. It seemed to
spread out along his scalp now too, even as both hands worked on the
ears and began to feel some kind of soft, peachfuzz-like texture all
over them. The hands moved to the itchy part of his scalp, going up
and down it, and seemed to succeed in brushing long locks out into
existence in the process. Jet black bangs fell down into his vision,
soft hairs tickling his cheeks as their soft weight hit his shoulders
and neck and the top of his back. Then he realized.
"Oh—r-right.." He slowed the motion of his hands, trying
to will the itching to stop. It did seem to start reducing
from an almost painful feeling into more of a tingling, tickling
sensation. And with his hands already on his ears, Darren could now
feel them starting to rapidly push their way out bigger and taller,
the soft fuzz thickening and lengthening into what was decidedly
going to be...fur.
"Whoa!" This violent motion of his ears titled his glasses
around wildly, then flipped them forward off of his face, and he just
barely managed to get his hands out front in time to catch them. Not
wanting them to hit the floor, he reached back to put them on the end
table until this was over. During this brief crisis, his hair just
kept getting longer and longer; now, as he sat up in place, he could
feel its slight weight all the way down his back, and looking down,
even his blurry nearsighted vision could see locks still in motion as
they pooled on the seat of the couch. "Uh, w-wow that's
long."
By this point the tingling faded off, and Darren could feel his ears
twitching up and down and around, the air moving across their long,
thick fur as they went. It felt...pretty nice, actually. He reached
up a hand again to gently prod at the ear, and found thick fluff
inside along with soft, warm fur lining the outside—and at the same
time, found himself shuddering slightly from the way it all felt when
his fingers made contact. Then—abruptly—he was hit with a sharp
push from his lower back. "Wa~aah!" His voice cracked as he
cried out in surprise, feeling something rapidly push its way out
from the base of his spine, violently rushing past the hem of his
shirt and all along the couch behind him. By the time he twisted
around to look back there, there was already a slim line of
pitch-black fur running half the length of an arm from his back, and
it was very clearly in the process of growing even longer, as
well as much thicker and fluffier. And—its increasing amount of fur
moving around through the air and across the couch as it
involuntarily whipped around was...
"Aah, aa~aah...!" Well—Darren found himself at least as
sensitive in this new fur as that of his ears, and his voice in
response to this came out noticeably higher than before, then
squeaked awkwardly as it changed some more. "Aa~aahmmhh.."
His mouth felt strange as it gradually closed, his ears lowering to
the sides as the still-growing tail settled into a steady, pleased
back-and-forth wag. "Mmrrrr~rrhh.." His voice changed still
more as a strange sort of churring came from his throat. All of a
sudden, too, he found himself drawing inward, pulling his knees up to
his chest and his arms hugging them close. He felt sort of tense, and
tight, but he had the impression that it was a physical manifestation
of a sort of eager anticipation now welling up inside him. He began
to shudder as his tail reached its full length, then let out a
"Mrr~rrfh!" both too canine-sounding to be human and too
high in pitch to be male as it puffed out a fair bit more, every bit
of the fur growing extra long and soft.
Immediately after his tail finished growing, Darren felt the rest of
him start to shrink. Hugging himself close, and slowly opening his
eyes again, he could see the room getting bigger around him, his arms
and legs slimming, his hands and feet shrinking themselves smaller
and more delicate. His shirt and jeans tented out around him as his
shoulders narrowed and his broad, masculine features shrank away. It
felt strangely good, like this was what all that tensing had
been in anticipation for and the act of shrinking was relieving it,
and it caused him to make more...sounds. "Aah,
mnn~nnh..rr~rrRRfhh..!" His voice lilted even higher, pushing
out of alto range and toward soprano, as he softly cried out, barked
and churred some more. And even as the shrinking gradually eased off
everywhere else, Darren could feel the most prominent shift coming on
between his legs.
"Aa~aah..!" A breathy, girlish cry in came from his lips in
response to the tingling turning into an inward tug. Then an
extremely high-pitched "Y-yip!" followed as this tug
intensified, and Darren realized his face—if not his whole
body—felt like it was burning. But it felt so, so
good as it tugged and slipped inward, threatening to disappear
entirely, that he could only helplessly murr and bark and "Aa~ah"
in response until the final pull hit him. This one resulted in a
womanly "Aa~aaAaahhnn...!" at the lower end of Darren's new
vocal range, a high yet mature lower soprano tone, while she felt her
insides rapidly rearrange themselves and, simultaneously, the sudden
influx of an incredibly nice, fuzzy sensation down there.
"H-haa~aah..mrrfh...!" As the new girl felt her hips push
out, her butt bulging into the couch beneath her and her thighs
plumping themselves up, she wondered just when she'd closed her eyes
again. Her belly pressed itself in, seeming to shift some of the lost
mass down into her growing rear end, and then a wave of tingles
spread down from the edges of her scalp along her face, arms and
chest, then the belly and lower body—all the way down her legs to
her feet. It washed past most of that territory in one go, but
remained buzzing across her chest, back and forth, seeming to
threaten to develop into something else a bit more extreme.
"Aa~aahmmh, mmmrr~rrh.." And, indeed, Darren felt her cry
close down into more animal churring as her chest began to press
itself forward, pushing into some very tight cloth that hadn't been
there before. In fact, right after the wave of tingling her clothes
had begun to rearrange themselves: The top of her shoes were busy
crawling up her legs while her pant legs fled upward, flaring out
into a skirt; her underwear shrank near-instantly into a pair of
snug, soft panties that emphasized the new flatness between her legs;
and—of particular concern to the chest situation—her shirt had
grown long sleeves and split apart into multiple pieces, every one of
them now pulling increasingly tight against her slim, girlish frame.
At the bottom layer of all of that mess was a bra, which her growing
bust already threatened to be a little bit too big for.
"Oo~oh..mnh, rrfh..!" A particularly hard push from her
breasts seemed to stretch the material restricting them, causing it
all to grow and loosen in submission. And then they eagerly rushed
out to fill the emptied space, drawing a high "Aa~aahnn..!"
from her lips as this stimulated more girlish pleasure out of her.
But no sooner had her breasts filled this space than they
became impatient for more room again, making her yip and chur softly
in anticipation. This cycle came again and again, each push of growth
increasing the new girl's cup size while exciting her more, until
finally there was one last, harsh push that streeetched the bra and
top to what seemed to be their absolute limit, and Darren let out a
soft, breathy, helpless "Oo~oooh....!" as the girlish
pleasure hit its peak, followed by an adorable, squeaky sigh of
relief as everything finally began to settle down.
"Mh, mmnhh..rrfh." At some point, she'd fallen over onto
her back again and stretched out fully, pinning part of her tail
under her—but it didn't seem to particularly mind, most of the mass
hanging down along the seat of the couch and swishing across it
happily. Darren slowly pushed herself up to more of a sitting
position, crossing her legs on some foreign new (but not animal)
instinct, and reached back to pick up her glasses and carefully place
them on her nose. They couldn't work at all
with the shape of her ears now, prompting her to wonder how
nearsighted people with animal ears usually dealt with this
kind of problem. But...
"Uh..?" One hand on the couch and another reaching out to
touch her knee, the curvy fox-girl realized something: She couldn't
see. That is—everything was weirdly blurry around her in a manner
not dissimilar to if she were still lacking corrective eywear. She
squinted, then picked the hand up from the knee to take the glasses
off again, being careful not to let the earhooks get caught in any of
her long hair or fur. And now, without them, she could see.
"..Oh. Well, that's—kinda nice." This wasn't a
'miracle' she'd even thought of, but if someone had offered it to her
she certainly would've accepted. "Um.."
One hand
brushed through her hair, pulling it up to her cheek briefly. She
turned around to look at the enormous tail waving its way back and
forth. "So, like, this..happened. I guess." The
slender, delicate hand in her hair easily moved down to gently press
onto the tail near its base, and made her let out a "Mnfh!"
of a startled yip. But, running the hand down to the tip of the tail,
she managed to start getting used to the feel of her own hand running
through its thick fur. Then she pulled the big, black fluffy pillow
of an appendage up in front of herself, hugging it and nuzzling the
tip a bit with her nose. This felt...incredibly nice, but her
tail didn't like being held in place like this, so she released it to
excitedly whip behind her and go rapidly back and forth a couple of
times before settling back into a calmer rhythm.
"So...I guess..fox?" Darren said slowly, pulling herself
around to get off of the couch and stand up, looking around the room
as she did. She'd shrunk considerably in height, but then she'd
started as a tall guy, so she'd still been left quite tall for
a girl. Some long, shapely legs and impressive curves overall came
with this package, and the visible size of her chest in the fairly
tight outfit her t-shirt and jeans had turned into probably
underestimated her actual bust size—not that the snug-fitting
clothes seemed to actually be particularly uncomfortable. Some brief
further examination found that her face's blemishes and hair were
gone, its skin evidently just as soft and smooth as she could see the
exposed part of her legs to be. Speaking of which—her shoes were
now a pair of almost knee-length laced boots, which...seemed like
they might be kind of a pain to take off or put back on again. There
were plenty of things she'd been expecting to need to buy as a result
of turning into a girl, but—Darren admitted—shoes hadn't really
occured to her before now. Well, these ones did fit, and they
looked nice, but...
"Y-yip!" She jumped, startled, at the sound of the doorknob
being turned, and then turned toward the source of the sound,
blushing faintly and trying to think of how to save face.
Corbin—catgirl Corbin—appeared behind the opening door.
She was wearing a t-shirt that had been slightly big on her as a guy,
so now, of course, it hung adorably loose on her, showing off
a shoulder and a lot of neckline, hanging across her breasts in a way
that entirely failed to hide their fairly impressive size, and
trailing its hem nearly down to her knees. Said hem also fluttered
around steadily in response to the steady motion of her tail behind
her.
"Oh, hey," she said casually, and tilted her head upward
slightly, sniffing the air, before turning her eyes on the fox-girl.
"Darren?"
"Uhh, yeah, I j-just changed," she said, nodding. When
their eyes met, Corbin's ears had suddenly lowered a bit and her slim
tail started moving a little faster. Darren's ears slowly lowered now
too, her tail going from barely moving to a slow, steady wag.
"Cool. Fox-girl, huh?" Corbin took a few steps into the
room.
"Yeah. Uh..."
"You know what I felt like when this stuff grew on me?" she
said, pointing at one of her ears. "I wanted somebody to pet
'em."
"R-really?" Darren caught herself thinking
about the catgirl's hands on her ears, or maybe even on that
big fluffy tail. "Did you uh, get over it?"
"Nah."
The catgirl crossed her arms. "Nobody's pet me yet, either. You
wanna?"
"Uhhhhh suuure." The word came out before she could stop
herself, but—there was something equal parts cute and persuasive
about how casually and confidently Corbin had broached the subject
and then, promptly, jumped straight to the heart of it. "I-I
mean uh."
"Yeeaah, maybe not in public," the
catgirl said, agreeing with something other than Darren's actual
reason for hesitating. "Let's go back to our room." She
turned and started that way without leaving any room for objections.
Darren hesitated again for just a second, but—something about
seeing the catgirl's tail swish back and forth in front of her was
kind of..almost, hypnotic. It instilled an urge to find out what that
tail would feel like if it brushed against her own...or something
like that; the part of her brain currently taking control didn't
really express its logic quite so coherently. The point is that the
fox-girl was out in the hallway with her game system in one hand and
no-longer-necessary glasses in the other, following the shorter
catgirl, before she really thought about why.
"Soo, I guess your glasses don't really fit now?"
"Yeah
uh. But, like, it fixed my eyes too, so. It's fine."
"Mmh.
Kinda a shame, I bed you'd look really cute wearing 'em. Buuut I
guess it'd be a pain to keep those ears still, huh?"
"Mm-hmn.." Darren's face warmed at being called cute—or
at least, hypothetically and potentially cute. It was just the
bluntness with which Corbin said something like that—which she
definitely wouldn't have said as a guy, she thought, even to a
newly-female Darren. It was like being actually part cat, and/or
female, had brought out some previously-unseen side of her...but it
was a side Darren found herself irresistibly enthralled by.
"I gotta get some clothes that actually fit me sometime,"
Corbin said seemingly to herself. "This thing keeps flipping up
the shirt if I don't control it." Indeed, it had pulled the
shirt up enough to reveal the catgirl's tiny boyshorts—not to
mention her upper thighs and cute bottom—a few times during this
walk.
Darren was either too polite or too distracted by the sight, or maybe
still too mesmerized by the tail itself, to point this out. Instead
she said, "Uhh yeah. My hair grew ssstupid long. But I least I
can get that cut, right?"
Corbin paused to turn her head around and look her in the eyes.
"Don't." Well, that settled that, it seemed.
The fox-girl followed her roommate into the room, put her things down
on the nearest available surface, and then Corbin stopped, turned
around, and pointed behind her. "Mnh?" Turning, Darren saw
the door, and needed a moment to understand. "Oh, uh, r-right!"
Then she fumbled briefly to lock it. Turning back to the
catgirl, she saw her ears at their lowest yet, the tail in a frenzy
and lifting even the front of the oversized shirt halfway up
her thighs. "S-so uh..?"
Instead of letting her
finish the uncertain question, Corbin just pounced up into a hug,
instantly wrapping her arms around the taller girl at a height that
pressed their new breasts together and brought their faces about
level. This position immediately notified Darren that the other girl
was only wearing that t-shirt up top, having apparently
ditched the weird, tighter half-shirt her form had come 'packaged'
with. She then made a soft, high "Mrow" sound which Darren
heard as 'pet me, now', and couldn't help but obey. Her arms
went around the small, slim girl's body, and her hands up to Corbin's
ears, spreading their fingers across the amazingly soft, warm fur.
Then she gently stroked down along them once, then again, and again.
"Rrrr~rrrh." The response was an immediate deep, sexy purr,
followed by the sensation of some small hands on Darren's own
ears.
"Y-yip! Oh..mnh, mrr~rnhh." Her higher churring
was a bit different from the catgirl's purr, but the two sounds made
a lovely chorus together all the same. In no time at all their noses
pressed into each other's cheeks, and they were lost together in a
sort of haze—new and unfamiliar, yet primal and intense instincts
taking over.
A while later—the fox-girl had no way to know just how
long—Corbin's hands released her ears, one holding tightly around
her waist while the other swept down her long black hair. "Mrr~roow,"
she mewed adorably. "Knew you'd know how to do it right,"
she said. "You ever have any cats before?"
"Uhh,
no." The fox-girl shivered slightly when the hand brushing
through her hair made brief contact with her lower back. "I-I
guess I just did what came naturally?"
"Hmnh. Me too, I
guess. You wanna lie down?"
"Uhmm." Darren's face
got hotter again, but she half-stumbled over to sit on the nearest
bed (Corbin's) and then lie on her back, the catgirl clinging to her
the entire time to wind up on top of her. Then, with no further
comment, the catgirl began petting her ears again, and she felt her
hands go right back to Corbin's, too.
This time, after they nuzzled for a bit, the catgirl's tail slid down
in front of her, the tip sliding across the base of the fox-girl's
tail. "Y-yip! Aa~aah..."
"Oh, sorry. 'S got a mind of its own," Corbin
murmured.
"N-no it's uh..mrr~Rrrnh..okay..."
"Mrow?"
Which meant: "just 'okay'?"
"No, yeah. Really i-it uh..I want you to..."
"Oh."
The tail slid farther along Darren's, drawing more happy churring
from the fox-girl. "Good."
With that, Corbin went right back to pleased purring punctuated by
the occasional high, soft, adorable mewing sounds. If it was
embarrassing her at all, she didn't seem to show it—and anyway, the
fox-girl was back to churring and barking along with an occasional
high, breathy "Aa~aah" in between. If they'd been lost in
their instincts before, this time they were completely
submerged into them, all human thought forestalled in favor of more
petting and more enjoyment of the sensation of the other girl's body
pressed close, tail sliding across tail, nose on cheek—and so on.
A long while later—during which they had turned over so they were
both on their side, seemingly just so Corbin could start stroking the
fox-girl's hair again—they resumed some slight level of
consciousness. "Mrrnh...h-hey, Corbin?"
"Hmnh?"
"Do
you uh..does this make us furries, you think?"
"Mow."
A meow which basically meant the same thing as 'meh'. "I'm a
catgirl and you're a fox-girl. No need to complicate it with extra
terms."
The reason for their return to consciousness became more clear at
this point, as the smaller girl's stomach audibly growled. "H-heheh,
you hungry?" Darren said, finding herself somewhat peckish
too.
"...Yes. Haven't eaten since breakfast. Wanna, go get
something out?"
"Uhh, sure but—in that?"
The fox-girl tugged at Corbin's oversized shirt with one hand.
"Mrow." (Translation: 'why not?') "We'll buy some
stuff that fits after, I guess."
While they walked the halls of the OZK toward the exit, Corbin's tail
repeatedly brushed or curled itself along the fox-girl's. She was
used to the sensation enough not to yip or anything every single
time, but it was never not going to make her feel a slight
rush of excitement and appreciation for the gesture. Occasionally she
glanced over at the adorable catgirl and pictured the sorts of
outfits she'd look best in...knowing Corbin, she'd probably prefer
someone else make those decisions anyway as long as the end results
still met her high standards for comfort. On the other hand, she
still just might insist on getting the catgirl's opinion for her own
outfits...if only in seeing what would make her blush or stare
the most.
