“Hey, long time no see!” Mark called out, and Corey allowed him a hug before sitting down. It really had been too long, though life was often busy, and it was hard to make schedules align. Even going for coffee for an hour was something that Corey could barely spare. Though the opportunity to meet up with his old friend could not be put off forever, Corey was determined to make the most of it!
A quick glance around the cafe revealed very few patrons, creating a nice ambience where they could easily hear each other. A man was at the table closest to the door, looking out the window as though waiting for someone. An elderly pair of men were chatting in the corner, and there was one person at the bar preparing drinks, occasionally calling to a pair of employees in the back. Another pair of young people, possibly a couple, walked in, sitting by the bar as they waited for their drinks. It was nice to be somewhere less busy and quieter, and Corey went to order a drink before sitting down to catch up with his friend. Had it really been a year since they’d last met up? That was far too long!
At first, Corey was happy to chat, regaling his friend about his job and how he was moving up in the company, years of hard work paying off. But much to his chagrin, Mark didn’t seem as interested in that update. Corey felt he knew what was coming, and he braced himself, figuring he would have to get it over with.
“So, are you seeing anyone?” Mark eventually asked, much to Corey’s chagrin. He hated the insistence of the question, as though having a relationship was the most important thing for his happiness.
“Are you?” Corey shot back, teasing, though a little incredulous about the comment.
“Well, I mean, you know, I’ve got some side hustles. Always do,” Mark said with a wink. Not that Corey was jealous, wanting to wait until he met the right someone to make things official. But if Mark was happy, there was little point in challenging him on the moniker. It was annoying that Mark insisted on doing the same for him, thinking that celibacy was tantamount to depression.
“Side hustles? Guys or girls?” Corey asked slyly. At least getting him to talk about his own flings would stop him from asking about Corey’s own. Besides, he knew Mark was bi, and the variety of friends with benefits he might know would be interesting to hear about.
“I’ll never tell,” Mark shot back, looking at Corey with a sly expression of his own. “Might be someone you know, and I wouldn’t want to out-”
Mark was stopped as a blinding light erupted from somewhere distant. It was followed in quick succession by a massive shockwave that rocked the building, shaking it from the foundation and almost strong enough to crack the glass. Reflexively, Corey yelled out, not sure what had caused such a blast. He hadn’t heard an explosion, hadn’t felt a quake, or heard screaming. There had been no warning, only an intense glow that now seemed to emanate from his own body rather than the wave itself. Immediately, Corey felt flushed, standing on unsteady legs as he focused on the outside world.
“Shit, what the fuck?!” Mark yelled as he, too, stood up, surveying the damage. As best they could tell, no one was hurt, though the flash had been rather bright and they were just now regaining total vision. Little seemed to be amiss outside, save for the fact that everyone was standing there, confused and disturbed over the occurrence. Like Corey, everyone was fanning themselves, taking off jackets, and even shirts in an effort not to overheat.
“I hope that wasn’t nuclear or anything,” Mark stated, though he immediately regretted it.
“From where? Some secret underground lab?” Corey questioned, sweat starting to roll off his face now. He had already taken off his black leather jacket, but was considering the merits of removing his plain tee shirt as well, even if he was in public. Mark, too, had his windbreaker off and was starting to sweat through his graphic t-shirt. Yet, he was currently more focused on getting his phone out in desperation to know what had happened.
“I don’t know? Here, let me check online,” Mark said, pulling up his phone. “Shit, the wifi is down. At least I have data,” he commented, scrolling quickly through social media. Corey went to do the same, though he groaned a little from the discomfort, something that was steadily growing worse.
“Fuck, it’s not just here. It seems like it happened…everywhere?” Mark asked, confused.
“The fuck do you mean, everywhere?” Corey asked, though he continued to look down at his own screen as information flooded it. Hundreds of people on his feed were asking about the flash of light and the energy wave. Much to his shock, it seemed like not all of them were local; people reporting on the phenomena from different cities and perhaps different states. Just how far had this thing gone, anyway?
Endless possibilities flooded Corey’s mind as he tried to focus over the increasing discomfort. Everything from a nuclear explosion to a meteor to some sort of attack crossed his mind, though each possibility made less sense than the last. There was no debris, no damage, and save for feeling ill, everyone was no worse for wear. Was it some sort of chemical attack? Corey certainly didn’t feel well, and even restricting his gaze to the people in the shop, it didn’t seem like anyone was faring any better.
“AGGGHHH!” A voice came from the bar moments before Corey heard the sound of a glass breaking. Panicked, Corey and Mark looked over to see the bartender grasping at the back of his pants, as though pawing at some kind of growth. While it was hard to make out past his hands, it seemed something within was pushing against the seat of his dress pants. The hard lump was steadily increasing in size as the man struggled, trying to work his fingers through the waistband. He was sweating and flushed as well, and his efforts seemed to be taking their toll on him. Corey wanted to help, but his own body felt so out of sorts that all he could do was stand there and watch the surprising display.
Eventually, the man, Oliver, by his nametag, was able to get the growth out into the open air. Corey wished he hadn’t. The skin-shaded protrusion was massive, hanging over the man’s pants as vertebrae seemed to pulsate from the top. Its pointed tip reached for the floor, and the man had to adjust his pants several times as the thing grew thicker. Bare-skinned as it was, Corey didn’t find it too obvious what was happening. Yet, as Oliver frantically rubbed its surface, Corey could tell it was erupting with hundreds of dense, coarse brown hairs. Soon, they hung down past the man’s ass, and a sudden jolt caused the thing to move and the man to scream once more. The sight of the coarse hairs immediately drew upon a mental image, one that caused Corey to gasp out loud. It seemed like the barista had a horse’s tail sticking out above his ass, and if the spreading dark skin or the increase in pressure over his ass was any indication, it was not to stop there.
Another yelp drew Corey’s attention, this time toward the two older men in the corner. One was bent over, struggling to remove a similar growth from the back of his pants. But it was the other one that had Corey concerned, especially as his trembling hands moved to rub his chest. For a moment, Corey worried the man was having a heart attack and lamented his lack of keeping up with CPR training. Yet, it was soon the growth under the man’s shirt that had his attention. Swelling mounds of flesh seemed to be working up from under his shirt, and as he rubbed them, the man moaned something more akin to lust than fear. If Corey didn’t know any better, he might think the man was growing a pair of rather perky breasts!
“Should we get the fuck out of here?” Mark asked, frantically rubbing his own ass as if looking for a growth as well. Corey went to say something, though the sight of two recent patrons storming out the door caused him to pause. Both had large growths in their pants that seemed commonplace now. But it was the strange protrusions on one woman’s neck that caused him the most concern. They seemed to open like wounds as she reached up to touch them, shocked by their sensitivity. Corey had no idea what he was looking at, but if he didn’t know any better, he might worry they were gills!
Gaze turning to the street beyond, Corey felt his blood run cold at what awaited him. It seemed everyone around the sidewalk was dealing with some sort of change. Growths in their pants were most common, though some people sported things poking from their shirts as well. Sweating and struggling, it seemed everyone was in a state of panic. Some people were running, though the ache of change prevented them from getting far. As for the cause, Corey could only equate it to the surge of energy and the blinding light, figuring there was little point in running. Already sweating and flushed, he was likely infected, and there was probably nothing he could do to stop it.
“Fuck, me too!” Mark called out suddenly, and Corey gasped as he watched his friend pull at the back of his own black dress pants. The pressure was growing rapidly, and Mark struggled to free his growth, fumbling over his own fingers. “Fuck…can you help?” Mark managed to moan, but Corey could only stand there, stunned at the realization. A desperate whimper escaped his lips as Mark finally managed, exposing a fleshy growth that twitched in the air of the cafe. Frantic fingers traced over its surface as Mark muttered, “Oh fuck, it feels so weird…” and other things that Corey could barely make out.
Corey wanted to speak, though no words came out as his gaze shifted from Mark to the street beyond. People were running past now, some tripping over their shoes as though their feet were threatening to outgrow them. Jeans, slacks, dress pants, and jogging pants were tented with growths of all kinds. Short wagging canine tails, swishing feline growths, as well as the tails of cows, horses, rodents, and even more exotic things adorned each of their backsides. Much to Corey’s chagrin, even protrusions with scales, fins, and feathers were among the changes, though they were fewer and far between. It mattered little with Corey distracted by the fear on everyone’s faces. It seemed they were all desperate to escape, perhaps to stem the horrific additions. Yet, if the energy wave had truly traveled as far as it had, Corey had to think there was little reprieve waiting for them.
Perhaps it was his fascination with the others that caused him to nearly miss his own changes. Yet, the steady pressure in his underwear could not be ignored for long, and Corey was left to fumble with the waistband of his pants. The ache of it was rapidly growing, as though whatever it was felt desperate to catch up. Fingers traced over the warm flesh, causing Corey to yelp as a shiver ran up his spine. It really was a part of him, Corey able to perceive the vertebrae forming along its back and extending his tailbone. Into an actual tail, much like everyone he could see across several city blocks!
“Fuck, dude, you have one too!” Mark exclaimed, frantically scratching at his own. Corey was in time to see several patches of reddish brown hair covering its surface. The fur looked familiar, though with the dozens of such animals that had such a color palette, Corey was remiss for not being able to guess. His own was prickling with hundreds of pins and needles, likely beginning to form a coat of its own. All the pair could do was whimper from the discomfort, unable to stem the steady spread of fur that threatened to remove their humanity.
As Corey worked his own growth out of his pants, a second pressure in his spine caused him alarm. It seemed to be emanating from the space where his tailbone once was. By now, it had far extended into the growth he was holding in his hands. Yet, if he didn’t know any better, Corey would be sure a separation was forming just at the base, pushing into a new growth. He didn’t want to risk dipping his hand in his pants to retrieve the other, in case he made it worse. It was soon to be taken out of his hands as the first growth twitched, prompting the second to as well. All Corey could do was groan helplessly, trying to pull both out of his pants as they began to itch with the growth of fur.
Mark was distracted with his own tail, much longer now and comfortably resting upward on his back. Reddish fur had covered its surface, growing longer around the edges as Mark winced, feeling it move. The way it was almost curled behind him gave Corey the mental image of a squirrel, though it was impossible to imagine that being Mark’s fate. Yet, he seemed to be rubbing the furry growth with a degree of reverence now. Corey had to wonder if the fur was soft, perhaps more like a real squirrel. It was itching him, to be sure, though Mark seemed more curious than afraid at this point. And Corey had to admit, the novelty was not entirely lost on him, either.
Rubbing his own, Corey’s fingers met with a coarser texture, though not entirely unpleasant. It was hard to pull them around for him to get a good look, though his reflection in the cafe window was enough to discern that the fur was reddish as well. Their twin pointed tips, however, were white as fur soon thickened enough to encompass them. Corey was somewhat reminded of a fox, though the twin tails were even more of an enigma. With some effort, Corey was shocked to discover he could move not one, but both at the same time, and even somewhat separately. It seemed impossible, though the electrical signals they sent through his spine were no trick. As his twin fox tails swayed over his ass, Corey attempted to play with them, wondering what they meant for his future.
A loud crash was finally enough to distract him as the barista fell over, struggling to stand. A heavy clop echoed in the room, and Corey had to wonder if he was hearing hooves. It was hard to see from his place at the table, but the torn shoes were a sign that the poor man’s feet might have been altered. Much to Corey’s embarrassment, Oliver’s backside was pulling tightly at his pants, tearing in some places to expose leathery horse hide. As obvious as it was, it served as proof that the changes were not to stop with simple tails.
Mark, meanwhile, seemed distracted, busy rubbing his back as more fur seemed to be growing. A wince crossed his features as he did so, and Mark pulled back his hands to reveal thicker, pointed nails. Sinking into his fingertips, Mark was more curious than scared to watch them form, turning them over several times. The skin on the undersides of his fingertips seemed to be darkening, growing thicker into the shape of pads. While it was happening on one hand at first, Mark seemed inclined to rub the pads with his still-human hand, curious about the texture. It seemed he found the claws fascinating, even if they were something that obviously belonged to an animal.
The sound of a loud tear was enough to draw Corey for a moment across the cafe. One of the older men had grown what appeared to be a massive crocodile tail, ripping through his pants and touching the floor. He seemed to sway it eagerly, though his gaze was currently fixated on his friend. The other elderly man was still rubbing his chest, no longer shocked at the feminine breasts he now possessed. Rather, he was rubbing them with reverence, Corey able to make out the outline of their areolas. It was more than that, of course, as a deer’s tail poked out of the back of his pants. Yet, of all the changes, it was the potential femininity that drew Corey’s attention. It was one thing to change into an animal, but to change genders as well…what the hell was happening to everyone?!
Still, it was hard to focus on everyone else’s changes, given the persistent itching on his back. It seemed what he could only call fox fur was moving down his spine and over his ass and legs. But it was the pressure in his shoes that really drew his attention, as though they were too small for his feet. Rather, his feet were likely growing, the soles expanding against the insides of his black suede boots. He wanted to take them off and preserve them, though the pressure of his growing feet prevented it. Worse was the force of thickening nails, and Corey was sure they matched the ones that Mark now possessed. His feet were rapidly outgrowing the contours of his boots. And yet…if he was really changing, would he even need them anymore?
The decision was soon to be removed from his hands as the sides of his boots popped apart. A flurry of reddish brown fur exposed itself as Corey’s socks were also done away with. Pressure alleviated, Corey could perceive the line in the stitching moving all the way to the front, where his claws took care of the rest. Stretching heels were more than the back of his boots could take, and Corey did his best to kick them away before he tripped. Reminded of the barista’s hooves, he was at least thankful he could balance on his altered paws. But as pads formed on the bottom of his soles and his toes twitched and shrank, Corey was nonetheless terrified that his feet were becoming those of an animal.
Further efforts to twitch his toes were for naught, and Corey stared with terror as they soon retracted. It was alarming that he couldn’t move them any longer, though worse was how short they were, leaving only nubs in their wake. While Corey could perceive the swelling of pads at the tips, as well as his soles, his toes themselves possessed little mobility. Worse was a thick webbing that formed between them, leaving them entirely stationary. All he could do was his best to balance as his heels stretched and forced him onto wider soles.
A familiar tearing came from Mark as Corey looked over to his friend, kicking his own white shoes away. The feet he revealed were similar in shape to Corey’s own, though the five remnant toes were more flexible. Claws adorned the tips, and Mark seemed to delight in his ability to tap them against the floor. Fur had coated the tops of them, and Mark reached down to rub his legs, a sign of further fur growth. Yet, rather than fear or confusion, a look of elation crossed his face. As strange as the scenario was, it seemed Mark was more intrigued than scared, almost as though he wanted it to happen!
Even Mark’s confidence could not sway Corey’s fear as his own legs itched with fur growth. Fear rushed through his mind like rapids, Corey wondering what he could possibly do to stem the changes. Yet, nothing came to mind, Corey left feeling the weight of fully grown tails thrashing behind him. He was somewhat aware that his legs were altering length, calves compressing to compensate for longer heels. Overall, he was impressed that his stance didn’t alter too much. At least he was able to remain standing as fur brushed up his legs, teasing his groin and navel as a sign of further change.
It seemed the barista was not to be so lucky as his flailing bulk caught Corey’s attention. Pants were torn off in the wake of a massive horse’s ass, his chest barreling, and legs extending far longer than humanly possible. It was hard to tell, but the proportions seemed far more inhuman than Corey’s own. Even unruly hooves could not explain why Oliver was unable to stand, as though he was changing more fully than anyone else. The worst was yet to come as the man’s underwear tore off from a surge of growth on his groin. Corey might have thought horses were hung before, but what was happening here seemed far more intense. Strangest still was the man’s arousal, as though the changes themselves were causing it. It was somewhat disturbing to see Oliver reaching down with curious fingers, his penis well beyond what he was meant to touch. Yet, the transformation was hardly a deterrent as he stroked with reverence, Oliver oblivious of the world around him.
The sounds of Mark’s zipper pulling down caused Corey to look over with some surprise. “Dude!” Corey exclaimed, though Mark clearly wasn’t listening. His erection was straining, something Corey had never expected to see. Stranger still was how the shade seemed to shift, turning a deep red, and leaking as the head began to flatten. Corey couldn’t figure out what bothered him more, the fact that his friend was preparing to masturbate in front of him or that Corey didn’t want to look away! It was more than his curiosity about its changing shape, as much as he didn’t want to admit that. As his foreskin peeled back and caused his penis to poke upward, Corey had wondered what it would be to see Mark pleasured with such a thing…
“Man, you look like a squirrel!” Corey exclaimed, not sure what else to say. With Mark’s long tail and reddish hair, there was no denying the form he was taking on. And Mark seemed to embrace it as much as it seemed most others were against the terror of the change.
“Fuck…I wouldn’t have thought…but it feels so nice…” Mark moaned, and as best Corey could tell, squirrel fur was spreading all the way up his back and poking at the collar of his shirt.
Corey didn’t know what to say to that, though there was no denying the budding arousal in his own body. Surely, it had to be the changes that were doing it for him, but a sense of shame still persisted despite how he felt. Looking around the cafe, Corey’s attention was drawn to the one man at the window, who seemed to be jerking off as well. He, too, had a tail, this one black with a white stripe that denoted his altered physiology as a skunk’s. While his penis was still human, the man seemed enamored with it, masturbating with fervor. The two old men, even if they hadn’t been attracted to each other before now, were clearly playing with their new assets. The deer-man with breasts enjoyed having them teased with clawed reptilian hands, and while he still sported an erection, it seemed of little concern to his friend. With everyone he could see so horny, it was impossible to ignore his own arousal, even if Corey couldn’t imagine doing such in the here and now!
“Man, you should just let loose for once,” Mark muttered, though he was somewhat distracted with his own member in the heat of the moment. A blush crossed Corey’s features, but there was no denying his increasing lust. Having been granted permission, Corey reached down to unzip his own pants, feeling a shiver rush through him from the simple touch. It took a little effort to free his cock, not simply from the aches in his fingers as they began to alter. His penis seemed a little smaller than before, though still in its human shape, a contrast to Mark’s own!
“Oh fuck this is good…it’s too good, man…I can’t hold it…fuck!” Mark called out, just in time for Corey to start stroking as well. With a surprising amount of force, Mark’s load splattered on his hand and the table, his body spasming in release. His altered legs and feet nearly made him topple over, but his other hand was there for balance, and Mark looked up at him, grinning widely.
“That was so good, man,” Mark muttered, reaching up with his fur-covered hand. A curious tongue went to lick it, and Corey couldn’t help but exclaim, “Gross, dude!” He wouldn’t have cared for Mark’s actions behind closed doors, but this was maybe too much!
Yet, there was no denying his arousal at the sight and smell, somewhat more pungent than he was used to. The scent caused him to leak a little, and Mark’s gaze turned as well, lust brimming in his brown eyes. “Want a hand with that?” He asked, as though helping him with heavy lifting or something equally mundane.
“What?” Corey asked, keeping his hand on his cock all the while. With his shock over the whole scenario, it took him a moment to realize what Mark was offering. Yet, the moment the words resonated with him, Corey found himself conflicted. He would never have entertained such before, but in the heat of the moment, Corey was honestly unsure what to say. If Mark was inclined to push the offer, then Corey wasn’t sure he would say no.
“What, you know I’m bi! Besides, mine was amazing. I wouldn’t mind a taste of yours,” Mark offered, moving closer. Before Corey had a chance to protest, Mark was down on his knees, sniffing at the leaking pre before reaching out with a finger to taste. Corey couldn’t help but notice something was off about his nose, as though it had become moist and black, and perhaps more aware of the masculine odors coming from Corey’s cock. Either way, it seemed that Mark was hardly happy with just a taste, his mouth moving down to sample from the source!
All hesitation went out the window the moment Mark’s eager mouth moved over his penis. The sensation was sublime, Corey never having his dick sucked in such a way before. Part of him thought it was strange that it wasn’t changing in the same way as Mark’s had. Not that he could see it while Mark deepthroated him like an expert. But it mattered little with how horny he was, Corey had never received something so intimate or erotic. He had to wonder briefly if it was the heat of change that spurred Mark on, or perhaps something that Mark had hidden from him. Either way, Corey was eager to see it through to its conclusion!
Having already felt his hands altering, it was a little bizarre how fast the changes were coming with Mark’s careful ministrations. Like on his feet, the tips of his fingers grew thick with brown skin, making it harder to feel the fur still sprouting from his skin. It might have concerned him, though the pleasure from having his dick sucked was too great. All he could do was place his altering hands on Mark’s head, encouraging him to keep going. He was somewhat aware of thickening nails, not wanting to dig them into Mark’s short black hair. Burrowing within the fromer cuticle, Coery was fascinated to feel the weight of them, twitching his digits a few times. Yet, unlike his toes, it seemed his fingers remained in a relatively primate configuration. Four fingers and a thumb were just as flexible as always, and even the spade-shaped pads on his palms were not enough to denote their fall into animalistic paws. Rather, it helped him grip his friend’s head, hoping Mark was up to the challenge of bringing him all the way!
Yet, the changes seemed to take an odd turn with pressure in Corey’s testicles. Part of him wanted to reach down and caress them, though Mark was already working his new paws over them. A shudder shot up from Corey’s loins, almost too intense for him to stomach. It seemed the coarse touch of Mark’s paws was pushing them upward, causing them to tense and shrink into his groin. Yet, any fear of the alteration was soon eliminated as Mark picked up his pace, the pressure threatening to send him over the edge at any moment.
It seemed Mark had no intention of stopping as he sped up, bringing Corey to an inevitable end. All Corey could do was groan in a higher pitch than he was used to. Copious seed shot through his penis, Corey even reaching down to hold Mark’s head in place. Such was hardly needed with Mark’s enthusiasm, as though the changing squirrel man was desperate for every drop. Corey felt his release going on well beyond what he could have expected, as though every ounce of semen was being drained in one go. But he was happy for it, body trembling as he braced himself, barely able to stand from the onslaught.
Sensing his friend was drained, Mark stood up, grinning like a fool as he swallowed it all. “Man, not gonna lie, I’ve always wanted to do that,” he teased, and Corey felt himself blush all over again. If he had known it would have felt this good, then he might have been more amenable to the idea. Even with the bizarre nature of the changes, it was hard for Corey to feel concern, having experienced the best orgasm of his life. And perhaps not to be the last, hearing the barista groaning as horse cum splattered the side of the counter. Yet, Oliver was still jerking off, and, sparing a look, the man’s impressive cock was hardly depleted yet!
The first thing Corey realized was that his own cock was still human, if not deflated. That alone was strange, given that Mark’s erection was still ready to go. But it was more than that, his cock gradually diminishing further than he expected. He wanted to reach for it, though his eyes remained fixated on Mark. His friend had gone back to pleasuring himself, rubbing his squirrel cock, and even taking off his graphic band shirt to expose the squirrel fur there. Corey had to admit the sight did something for him, as his friend rubbed his larger chest and nipples. Another pair soon formed under them, nubs that Mark started to rub as well. And the sight turned Corey on more than anything had a right to!
The same itching came over his chest as well, and Corey moved to lift up his plain shirt, finding a peppering of white fox fur. A moan escaped his lips as his fingers brushed over his sensitive flesh, and reflexively, Corey found himself rubbing his nipples as Mark was doing. Yet, rather than the masculine shape that Mark maintained, Corey’s lean chest swelled with something fleshy and warm underneath. Confused, Corey could only trace his fingers experimentally over the skin, even as the white fox fur spread. His touch was sublime, as though new nerves were rapidly working their way through his chest to connect to his loins. It made little sense, though, as the fat and muscle expanded into the space under his nipples, Corey could only moan his delight.
“Aww, dude, it’s happening to you, too!” Mark exclaimed, looking on with a mixture of fascination and lust. Too late, the memory of the older man’s swelling breasts crossed Corey’s mind as he carefully caressed his own chest. The mounts of tissue continued to swell under his touch, nipples expanding with them as they sat close to the center. The flesh was firm, yet cushy, and far larger than Corey might have thought fit well on his frame. Yet, the pleasure they provided was sublime, and Corey couldn’t stop his eager hands, desperate for the new sensations.
As much as he wanted to use both hands to touch new breasts, one hand found its way back to his cock. His erection still persisted, though something strangely open and moist met his fingers as he explored himself. Taking up the space where his former testicles sat, it seemed rather wide, open in a way that Corey could never have expected. It was hardly a wound, something akin to a slit with layers of folds developing around its edges. And the moment he touched it, his paw hand was left damp with oozing fluids. His cock sat above it, semi-erect though seeming like it had little left to give. Yet, even as he teased the head, the sensitive flesh carried more promise than his maleness had ever provided. And Corey had no prerogative but to see his release through to conclusion.
The notion that he might become female was so foreign that Corey could not come to think of himself that way. With the hypersexual nature of the changes and the uniqueness of the experience, his mind was clouded with the desire to pleasure himself. Pungent fluids were leaking onto the fur coating his groin, though it hardly distracted him from self-pleasure. Unexpecting it, all Corey could do was call out as his entire body clenched at once. Orgasm cascaded over him, crashing waves through his center, though fixated on a point of his cock head. It was so much that Corey felt himself keel over, unsteady on his fox paws. Thankfully, Mark was there to catch him, and all Corey could do was look up, a goofy grin on his face. Fingers sticky with fluids, they still worked to tease every iota of pleasure from his female sex. Yet, soon, it was too much, Corey falling into his friend’s furry chest and letting himself float away in post orgasmic bliss.
It took several moments for Corey to muster the strength to stand, eyes casually glancing in the direction of the window. He was a little surprised to see the skunk man, shirt off, and rubbing a similar pair of ample breasts. His pants were off as well, fingering a clit that Corey was sure mirrored his own. Lips open wide, Corey understood what he was going through, whimpering in his first female orgasm. It was likely the deer man was undergoing the same, though, sparing him a glance, it seemed his friend’s growing muzzle was eagerly tasting his nectar while the deer lay back to enjoy it.
Yet, his own changes were soon to return to the forefront, ears tingling as he reached to rub them. The edges were noticeably pointed, and his touch caused them to twitch in a way that Corey found amusing. Glancing at Mark, his own ears were massive, though rounded and oval as they rotated toward the top of his head. Catching his gaze, Mark reached up to rub them, surprised at their presence. Enjoying the soft fur, Mark giggled, enamored by the entire prospect of change.
“You look as good as I feel,” Mark teased, and Corey shifted his gaze lower toward his friend’s groin. As expected, his squirrel cock was still erect, though Corey couldn’t help but blush at the notion he might be the reason for it. Mark was sniffing audibly, the alterations to his nose matching a squirrel’s abilities. And as Corey sniffed, he, too, was overcome with an arousing odor, one that caused his semi-erect cock to stir once more.
Glancing around the cafe, Corey couldn’t help but notice how much stronger the scents of sex and animal were made aware to him. The barista was on all fours, still jerking off and muttering to himself. Struggling as he was with stiffening fingers, it seemed he was annoyed, words still coherent even through rubbery lips. The former old men were going at it with vigor, the croc massaging his now doe friend’s tits as the two reveled in newly virile forms. And the formerly male skunk was going at his new cunt once more, hands now clawed paws as he chittered his lust. Similar scenes were playing out beyond the window as well, fur, feathers, and scales exposed as people discarded their clothes for increasingly bestial bodies. It was hard to tell what sex the people had possessed before now. But each seemed eager to explore their changes, horny beyond belief, and engaging in what could only be an orgy.
A pair of hands reaching around from behind caused Corey to yelp out, rather high-pitched for what he was used to. It seemed Mark was teasing his new breasts, and as much as Corey wanted to tell him to stop, the pleasure was simply too great. He started leaning back into it, rubbing his slit and cock with one hand while exploring the still-spreading fur with the other. By now, it had covered his neck and was continuing to encroach over his chin and beard. As his shoulder-length blond human hair tingled, Corey was a little worried about losing his treasured left bang dyed bright blue. Yet, it seemed that his human hair was left relatively intact, as were his precious bangs. All in all, he looked rather fetching!
Grinning at his reflection in the glass, Corey was a little concerned to feel his face beginning to press out. Neck muscles pulsed as his bones cracked forward, pulling lips and a blackened nose along with it. It didn’t hurt, though it was rather uncomfortable as his jaw extended far longer than its previous state. Lips turned black, and felt a little gummy as they thickened. Curious, Corey ran a tongue over their strange texture, discovering it was able to hang further out of his mouth than he was expecting. The action caused him to pant a little, and a feeling of coolness played down his body. It took Corey a moment to realize that his new furry skin was not sweating, though the heat in his loins had increased beyond his comfort. It was nice to pant away the heat as Corey fell into the sensations of being teased. He continued playing over his sex as Mark made him aware of how good feminine breasts felt. Even if sex was changing him faster, Corey could not bring himself to care!
Looking back, Corey had to suppress a giggle as whiskers suddenly shot from his friend’s nose. Twitching it, Mark’s lips began to pull back, exposing bucked incisors that were gradually turning orange. Cheeks were rapidly getting puffy, and Mark squirmed a little as his face started to press out. “Do you kiss your mother with that muzzle?” Corey teased, still a little shocked by the lighter cadence of his voice.
What he was not expecting was for Mark to move in, kissing Corey’s growing muzzle. The sensation was so sudden, yet the contact sent a shiver down his body to his loins. Soon, Corey was kissing him back, his longer jaw making it unnecessary for him to turn all the way around. Corey was somewhat aware that Mark’s muzzle was pressing out as well, though it did little to hinder their make-out. He simply felt his lust rise, his cockhead erect despite how small it had become. It was amazing he still possessed it, though he didn’t think that would remain the case as his loins ached with a foreign desire for penetration. Every touch was electric, his breasts, his muzzle, and his sex all alight with sensation. It was almost too much even as he continued to change, almost embracing the form that was to become his.
Kissing Mark as he was, Corey was ignorant of the placement of his squirrel penis until its pointed tip teased under his tail. While Mark’s 6’1 shouldn’t have easily lined up with Corey’s 5’8, their stretched heels seemed to compensate somewhat. Pulling back, Corey gasped a little, not expecting the sensation but not opposed either. The idea of being fucked was so foreign to him, yet the ache in his slit could not be ignored. Reflexively, Corey felt his tails rise, giving Mark ample access to his nethers. Part of him was hesitant, though he knew it was now or never, and he needed it in the worst way!
The sound of the door opening caused Corey to look in time to see the skunk heading outside. Given the literal orgy taking place out there, Corey had to assume he was looking to be fucked. The same was happening to the former old man as his face pressed outward into a doe’s snout, massive crocodile dick now embedded deep in his loins. Even the stallion, on all fours as he was, thrust his hips to slap his cock against his barreling belly. Who was Corey to deny himself such pleasures now?
“Please…fuck me…” Corey whispered breathily, and the moment the words left his vulpine lips, Mark pushed forward. The sensations were simply sublime, Corey groaning as Mark mumbled, “fuck dude, so tight…”
Even better than fingering him was Mark’s throbbing penis teasing the underside of his former cockhead and all the tissue centered there. It was so much that Corey felt his entire body quivering from the persistent thrusting. Curious, he reached down to play with the sensitive flesh to discover what had become of it. It took him some time to find his cock head, though what met his touch was far removed from familiarity. The head was still there, though minute, and sat within the cleft of his former foreskin. And as the skin around it began to fold, shivers of lust coursed through him that defied all understanding. With that, his careful fingers traced all around its edges, seeming to push it into a tiny pearl. As two fingers teased the nub, Corey could only allow the alien sensation to rise to what felt like an inevitable conclusion.
All the while, Corey felt his face pushing further out, making it awkward to continue kissing the squirrel man fucking him. He managed it, reaching out with a flattened tongue against Mark’s own smaller one. A casual glance in the mirror reflected Corey’s formerly green eyes changing to amber, a hauntingly bestial image that he could not help but find beautiful. Skull sloping somewhat as fur covered his face, Corey had to admit it was rather fetching. Fear alleviated, Corey turned back to Mark, seeing squirrel fur spread up to his own short black human hair. He, too, looked handsome as hell with twitching ears and beady eyes. And more than anything, Corey wanted Mark to finish in him!
“Harder! Fuck me!” Corey called out in his new feminine cadence. With his insides being stimulated, Corey’s hands were freed up to tease his breasts. Electric bolts of pleasure flowed down his chest, almost enough to bring him to orgasm on their own. The folds of his feminine fox sex massaged Mark’s new cock perfectly, and Mark’s feral thrusts forced his insides to twitch with excitement. Everything was so new, visceral, and any consequences beyond the now were lost with the promise of present pleasures.
Yet, a strange gurgling in his stomach caused Corey to reach down with some concern. It was as though something was forming just under the skin, creating two lumps of tissue that desperately wanted to escape. Like twin pimples, only developing much more rapidly, Corey went to rub at them, though a series of sharp cracks caused him to lean back. The pressure was almost too much, especially as the rounded nubs pushed out of his fur. The texture against his paws was somewhat familiar, though in the context, Corey could hardly fathom what was happening.
Stranger still was how Mark’s thrusts became more shallow, as though Corey’s fluffy ass was pushing him away. Desperately, Corey tried to clench on the squirrel cock within him, though a strange pressure in his guts caused him to pause. Already taller than his 5’8, a steady tug seemed to draw him upward, as though his belly and backside were being stretched like taffy. It didn’t hurt, per se, though Corey was powerfully confused. Twin tails twitched in irritation as his organs were pulled to the point of discomfort. Part of him was worried that he would pop in two, though as his muscles and tendons squirmed and writhed, he was left intact, if not perplexed about his fate.
The buildup of mass caused him to groan, and Mark pulled out his leaking cock, asking, “What’s wrong, man?” While he was still struggling with the changes, the sudden emptiness left Corey pleading. “Don’t stop!” He called out, rubbing the growths on his belly. As concerned as Mark was, lust took hold, and he pushed back in, causing Corey to cry out once more in his feminine tone.
The growths were developing faster now, almost stretching the skin faster than Corey perceived his internal structures shifting. Pops echoed as new bones made themselves known under the skin, inserting into his new nubs and making him groan. All too quickly, a crack of bone and tearing within the muscle pushed them outward, and Corey was left staring at two rapidly swelling limbs above his stomach. Being forced straight outward, Corey could easily perceive the weight of them, distracting from the persistent stretching of his lower body.
More curious than scared, Corey watched as their rounded tips started to swell, almost circular and becoming larger than his hands. Rubbing them with curiosity, a familiar shape started to emerge from their tips. Stranger still was the formation of nubs at the end, patterned in ways that matched his paws. Even as the bones, muscles, and tendons worked their way into the forming digits, Corey found he couldn’t quite operate them. It didn’t matter as Corey knew the digits on his feet were just as immobile. As sharp nails poked from the tips, and a heavy series of cracks allowed them to flex from a newly formed wrist, there was no denying he was forming a second set of paws!
Rubbing them with curiosity, Corey was shocked to discover the level of sensitivity they possessed, as though they were truly a part of him. For now, they stuck straight out in front of him, and had Mark not been holding him, Corey wondered if he might fall over. Soon, they had extended to where he perceived his elbows to be, and much to his shock, he found he could flex them from there as well. In some ways, it was akin to a newborn flailing for the first time, though as his wrists and elbows took proper form, Corey found they worked surprisingly well, even if they were new for his form.
A thick crack forced Corey forward, and Mark once more toppled out of his friend’s newly christened cunt. Such was alarming, though no more than how top-heavy Corey was becoming and how much harder it was to stand. As best he could, Mark tried to hold him up, though it was largely in part to allow him to keep fucking. It was amazing to think Mark’s cock had grown long enough to manage, though Corey’s tight cunt was desperate to hold him firm. It must have pained him to have to stand high enough to keep himself in. But as Corey felt his torso continue to expand, he had to wonder if soon that would become a nonissue.
The sensation of Mark’s paws gripping his larger ass made Corey blush a little, though it also made him aware of just how much he was growing. Twin tails beat insistently over Mark’s chest as his hips adjusted and allowed his asshole to sit just under them. While his torso was becoming alarmingly long, his legs were shortening somewhat, calves compressed, and thighs fattening. As the skin of his belly continued to stretch, loose flaps pulled taut as they seemed to merge with the skin of his knees. While leaving his flexibility limited, Corey did his best to hold the table, his head nearly hitting the ceiling. If he hadn’t thought he would end up on all fours before, it was likely to be his fate soon!
It was not just the shape of his legs that was altering, especially as his new limbs took their proper form. While his torso was still expanding, parts of the furry skin looked emaciated, and Corey was able to perceive his ribs pushing from underneath. New calcified bones were forming from an expanded spine, and Corey discovered his new limbs had been attached by a sort of second shoulder set. It was bizarre that his spine was so long, allowing a proper separation of his chest from the mass that had grown within. Bones cracked as he rotated his new limbs forward properly, truly gaining a scope of what had happened.
As his belly continued to bulge and his chest stretched further, the shape of his form was starting to make a bizarre sort of sense. Six limbs in such a state were more akin to a centaur, though his vulpine traits dictated its shape. While it was somewhat uncomfortable to feel his belly bulge and inches being added to his height, Corey couldn’t deny how amazing the result was. He was so powerful, so big, his back broadening as he felt his head hit the ceiling. And he was soon to topple over from his own weight, even without the next changes to come.
Unsurprisingly, a surge of growth in his hips sent him pitching forward. It was as though his pelvis was breaking painlessly apart, only to reconfigure to match his altered backside. Unable to stay steady, Corey felt himself fall over, Mark clutching him desperately to keep his cock within. Even though they were not fully formed, Corey’s front legs were able to catch him without pain. It was amazing he had changed so much in such a short time, barely able to keep track as he was fucked and allowed to discover female pleasures. Yet, as his legs pushed his altered torso upward, Corey simply found himself better positioned to please his friend. All worries or concerns about themselves and the world at large could wait, if only it could continue to feel this good!
Corey himself was not entirely changed as he could feel all the new muscles and supports still taking form within him. While his legs felt a little wobbly, the frantic twitching within caused him to adjust his stance several times. They were stronger than he expected, and Corey had to wonder how fast he would be able to move by the time it was over. His stomach, too, was still stretching, and Corey was somewhat aware of the formation of additional nipples along his lower half. Best of all, he kept his ample breasts intact, furry though they were as he went to rub them. Despite the vast distance between them, the sensation still triggered a small charge in his sex. He was so far removed from his humanity, yet there was no denying how pleasurable his new assets were!
With the gurgling in his guts and the persistent swelling starting to cease, Corey was at least able to stabilize his stance somewhat. He was far larger and more powerful than he could have expected, easily capable of taking the weight of his friend on his back. Able to perceive the floor under his four paws, Corey felt his mind whiting out, overwhelmed with sensation. Of most importance, however, was his encroaching orgasm, something that had been teasing at his insides the entire time. Having been in the throes of change, Corey couldn’t quite reach the release he so desperately craved. But now that Mark had found his place within his new anatomy and began thrusting insistently, Corey allowed his eyes to roll back in bliss. The pleasurable waves of orgasm were beginning to wash over him, building from the central point and growing more intense with each passing moment.
“Fuck me, man! Don’t stop!” Corey called out, mashing his breasts to draw him the rest of the way. It was somewhat disappointing that he had no way to reach the additional nipples on his belly, though his formerly human ones still carried as much sensitivity as he recalled. His end started to encroach over him from multiple points, within his vagina, over and over against his cunt lips, and from the exquisite pressure against his pearl. All that was left was for Corey to fall over the precipice, new bestial body shivering from the most intense orgasm of his life.
It took some moments for Corey to return to awareness as post orgasmic aftershocks rushed through him. It was a miracle Mark had resisted the need to cum thus far, though the frantic thrusts were a sign of his end. “Fill me!” Corey called out, wanting to feel his cunt creamed for the first time. And Mark was quick to respond, “fuck, dude, I can’t hold it!”
With several well-positioned thrusts, Mark let loose, holding himself in place as his testicles unleashed their burden. Full of squirrel seed, Corey was not expecting to feel the sticky fluids splashing within his insides. Mark was spasming all the while, his thick squirrel cock teasing Corey through the afterglow. All he could do was rub his nipples raw, groaning even as Mark fell back from him. He could perceive cum soaking into the fur around his cunt, though rather than cause him annoyance, it sent a surge of satisfaction through him, having pleased his friend and been pleasured in kind.
Dizzy from the strange sensations, Corey was not sure if he would still be able to stand. Having four legs left him sturdy, though his fatigue was such that he could easily be pushed over. Four fox paws scrambled on the wooden floor, and Corey reached out to hold the table for support. It seemed Mark was struggling as well, his stance still awkward though he had finished changing some moments ago. His hybrid squirrel paws took some getting used to, though he managed it, enjoying the scrabbling sound they made as he walked.
While his vulpine form was still somewhat shocking, Corey had to conclude that perhaps he was some sort of centaur creature, or a fox taur, in his case. His ass and cunt were situated behind him in a feral position, twin tails swishing over them. It was likely that modesty was moot with his new changes, though given that one man had become a horse, it was likely to be a non-issue. It was somewhat thankful he didn’t have a sheath or balls he couldn’t hide away, vulpine cunt less visible through his fuzzy fur. His belly seemed bestial as well, barreled and supporting his four legs. He could walk if he tried, without stumbling over himself. At least whatever he had become was stable in its new form, and Corey delighted in his stride, new claws clicking against the floor as he did so.
While his fox half was largely animal, if much larger than any real fox, above his additional shoulders sat a mostly human torso. His chest maintained its former size, though, rubbing it a little, Corey was made aware that it only possessed his lungs and heart. Perhaps his stomach had moved lower within his fox half, though trying to fully identify how he was now put together left Corey confused. Yet, there was no denying his excitement over possessing it, especially with the hypersexuality that came with his new body. Even massaging his breasts for a brief second caused his cunt to ache. His new foxy face brought much joy, and he loved the reflection in the glass. Thankfully, he maintained human hair and especially his blue dyed bang, looking fetching in tandem in place with his fox features.
The sound of chittering caused Corey to turn around as Mark felt up his new body. While he still maintained an overall human form, there was no denying how much his squirrel half had taken over. Stepping forward, he was still somewhat awkward, and the chittering was all too reminiscent of his new species. It seemed Mark was playing his with his voice, and with some effort, Corey found he was able to yip with clear vulpine inflections. Such left them to giggle, and when Corey moved to embrace his friend, Mark drew him in close. Both breathed deeply of their bestial musk and sex, and even though Mark had cum several times before, Corey couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his swelling erection. Even now, it seemed he could go again!
Sparing a glance outside, Corey was rather shocked at the menagerie of former people, now all partially animals and in the throes of canal lust. Some were fully bestial, dogs and livestock and forest creatures of all kinds, and even a few exotics. Each acted in a way that denoted some sapience, though they were no less aroused by their new forms. Most were partially human, standing erect or lying down as they fucked with no regard for who was watching. Sometimes three or four former people were coupling, and even those still onlooking were unable to resist the urge to masturbate. Some, like Corey, had extra appendages, arms, tails, or an entirely new lower body, as in Corey’s case. However, nothing looked out of place on their anatomy once they had finished changing. And even if those additions were new, each changed human was putting them to use, especially in the case of sexual exploits.
The few people in the cafe were finishing up their own changes, still in the midst of carnal lust. The two formerly old men were lying there, the deer’s newly deflowered cunt leaking their fluids. The horse walked out from behind the bar, unsteady on his new hooves as his erection slapped against his belly. “Whoa…” he muttered, and even with as warped as his voice was, Corey was shocked to be able to understand him. Soon, his ears seemed fixated on the back room, Corey forgetting he had heard some people back there as well. The steady clops of hooves were now familiar, though Corey was not expecting what looked like a cow taur entering the cafe. Like Corey, she had a massive torso held up by four sturdy hooves, a cow’s tail swishing over a leaking cunt. An udder hung heavily under her body, though her breasts were thick and pillowy on her human, fur-covered chest. Behind her, a Labrador Retriever padded out, fully a dog and male with firm genitalia ready to go. A few barks of, “Whoa, Oliver, how’s it hanging?” toward their equine companion made Corey thankful that human inclinations were still intact.
“Man, how far does this go?” Corey wondered out loud, still unaccustomed to the feminine sound from his new muzzle. Rubbing his jaw a little, Corey attempted to cough, though there was nothing wrong in his throat to correct. And he had to admit the lighter tone accented his new body well. It was something that would take time to get used to, though with everything literally shifted around him, Corey figured he would manage.
“Maybe everywhere. There are tons of people posting pictures. I can’t even keep up!” Mark exclaimed, having difficulty typing with his thick, padded digits. He could still manage through, which was something the former barista’s hooves could not. Yet, by the smug expression on his muzzle and his still throbbing horse cock, Corey couldn’t detect a hint of regret. He was still in there, as was the dog, chatting about where to go as the trio made their way to the back door.
Despite his feelings about the changes, it was obvious they were all in the midst of a whole new world. If vast patches of the country or perhaps beyond had transformed, then everything about the society he knew would need to change just as much. And yet the notion was hardly as alarming as Corey might have thought, even an hour ago. He was happy with his body, feeling powerful and sturdy in a way that he could never have known. Even the loss of his sex was hardly missed, especially with the pleasure that came with his new body. And perhaps a different relationship with his friend…
Without prompting, Corey moved toward Mark’s muzzle, taking him in an impassioned kiss. While Mark was surprised by the gesture, he quickly leaned into it, kissing him back. Corey could feel his sex burning once more, hoping that Mark was up for some more fun. And breaking the kiss, he saw no reason not to ask, especially since so many in the street were partaking in the same pleasures.
“You’re right. I really do need to let loose once and a while,” Corey teased, before turning around and flagging both his tails. Surely, the scent of his sex was more than enough for the horny squirrel man to be brought to bear. The feeling of an eager cock teasing his sex was confirmation as Corey braced himself for the rut to come.