Omega Zeta Kappa 13: π

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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.