This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Tammy laughed as she hunted down the exact vintage wine that Vincent had asked for. The wine cellar, of course, was always kept well stocked, even when he had to buy in perfectly aged wines from other stocks and stores around the world. She had enjoyed some of them, on occasion, but the job was cushy and she was quite happy to be working for Vincent. That was why she respected his belongings and the only wine she had drunk from him had come when they had been given to her as gifts, usually around Christmas.
"Hm... I can't find it."
The lighting down there wasn't brilliant and Tim clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a little irritated that the lighting strips had not been reinstalled. He wasn't all that into wine, to be fair, and didn't understand why having the lights off in there helped preserve the quality.
But...he couldn't say anything more, not even as Tammy said that she had found one, his tongue suddenly thick in his mouth. Something was going on, something very strange, a knot of worry twisting and turning in the pit of his stomach, but he was not concerned at all. He stood firmly, planting his feet, though he rolled his shoulders back, feeling the light muscle there move, though he was more functionally fit than anything else. He didn't play squash or run, after all, to get big.
Other things, however, were soon to get big... Bigger and bigger and bigger...
"Unff..."
He grunted, lips moving but no words coming out. Something strange was going on, but it was not anything that he could put a name to, not as he leaned forward against the rack, suddenly dizzy. The darkness did not bother him so much anymore, for it did not seem all that important.
"Ah... Mmph!"
His lips hung open as both hands grasped the wooden rack, which was thankfully fixed into the walls and floor, running the full length of the cellar. The wine bottles clinked erratically, through remained set there. Though nothing made sense, not as he rocked his hips, his cock suddenly swelling to full hardness, even within the tightness of his underwear, which suddenly felt more restrictive than ever. And yet the throbbing pulse after pulse of cum spurting from his cock spilt his seed into his underwear, soaking through, entirely against his will, without him even thinking that he was horny.
Maybe he wouldn't have been the first to transform, however, not like that, if not for his hugging and kissing of Veronica... It was funny how a quick embrace could lead to so much more. Though not for him and Veronica.
"Tim? What's going on?"
Tammy hunted for him, though the sweeping back and forth of the flashlight on her phone didn't help her much, not as he stumbled, trying to get back to the foot of the cellar stairs. If he could just see what was going on, maybe things would be a little easier, a little simpler, a little...
"Mmph, oh...fuck..."
He muttered to himself, stumbling, cum soaking through his underwear, head spinning. He shouldn't really have been moving, not with such faintness overcoming him, but the urge to touch himself, to shove his hand right down into his pants and grope his aching hard-on... Oh, it was all so overpowering!
And in a good way. He ignored Tammy as she hunted for him, searching back and forth, up and down the long aisles of the wine cellar, wrestling his hard meat from his pants, shoving down his black trousers. Oh, his smart clothes were by no means destined to remain smart, not then, but that would soon cease to matter for him, all as his dick throbbed more and more, growing with every pulse. He didn't manage to get his clothes all the way down though, just the head of his dick sticking out, the button pinging free, head awash with lust as he panted heavily, licking his lips.
"Nngghhh..."
He was never usually so vocal when masturbating, or even when having sex, but something was different there. He grasped his cock, eyes half-closed, groping his length, stroking up and down, up and down. Yet the length swelled into his hand until it was too big even for him, growing from six inches up to seven, eight, nine...ten... And more still was to come.
And it just kept going. More and more, bigger and bigger, his balls aching and churning in a way that surely could not be natural, not as they blew up with even cum. The stream of seed in orgasm had tapered off, but there were still dribbles of cum pouring forth from the head of his cock, glistening and gleaming as droplets trickled and splattered down.
He didn't know that there was something inside his cock, something that had been planted there when Veronica had made contact with him, even though everything was set to escalate far, far more than that. The demon sperm swelled within his dick, fat and hungry for more, though the outward appearance of his cock, if Tim had cared to look, would have been normal to anyone looking at him, perfectly so. Or maybe the fact of the matter was that, just like with Veronica, no one would have noticed any obvious difference in him anyway.