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 characters in all of my stories are over eighteen and legal adults in all sexual situations.
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Transformation of the Bimbo Princesses
Steve and Daniel shrugged and exhaled heavily as they entered the small, strangely empty store beside the train station. Working out in, seemingly, the back end of nowhere was not the most entertaining gig for anyone but hard labour was required anywhere and, at the end of the day, a job was a job. It meant travelling home at a late hour via a rattling old train, however, that sounded like it was about to fall apart at any moment and they had to find a way to entertain themselves somehow until then.
Frowning, Steve prodded at items on the shelves, his arms straining at his vest-top, which was still damp with sweat from a hard day of work. His hair clung to the back of his neck, darker than its usual shade of brown with the moisture held there, his brow furrowed a bit as he worked his way around.
"A witch shop?" His frown deepened. "What sort of place has a witch shop? And what even is that?"
Daniel was less bothered, his baseball hat crushed down over his dirty blonde hair, a streak of grime across his chin and a perpetual grin on his face.
"Who knows? Probably some herbal remedies, homoeopathy like, stuff..." He shrugged but his smile did not fall. "You know that never works! But hey -- look at this cool jar!"
He held it out as if it was a trophy, a blue jar dotted with what could have been acrylic paint, dried and set into a pattern that coaxed the eye along it as if it was intended to be some sort of tool for meditation. It almost seemed to tell of change but the loop continued, weaving around the jar as Daniel turned it over and over. Steve reached for it but it was too late, his friend's fingers on the lid, opening it without thinking of the consequences. Yet they would not know much of those consequences for very much longer at all.
They reeled, blinking and coughing through a haze of pink, the cloud enveloping them, though the sound that had echoed from the jar in a miniature explosion sounded more like something that could have come out of a small firework, something that could have been set off in the back garden to delight children. Coughing and spluttering, they backed off, dropping the jar with eyes watering.
"What the hell was that?" Daniel gasped, eyes streaming. "It's... Wait... What?"
It was an utterance that came with a deafening boom but the resonation of it echoed through Daniel alone as his chest shot out, swelling into what could only be described as a bosom. He gaped like a fish, opening and closing his mouth soundlessly, but that was not the end of it, Steve watching, frozen, as his friend's new chest jiggled and exploded out into a hugely heaving pair of tits with a pink bow wrapped around them, bigger than their heads.
There may have been time for panic if the transformation had allowed it but, as it was, Daniel shrieked and squirmed, flailing as his arms exploded out, bulky and hefty and entirely disproportionate to the rest of his body. Well, bar his new tits, which were round and wobbling and much bigger than even the two of their torsos put together! In nothing short of raw horror, Dan blinked down at his hands, black and furry with the tips of white claws, laden with rings -- as if that made the shock of becoming something else any better.
Unable to balance, he waved his arms madly, Steve jumping back even as a part of him strained to help him. Someone may or may not have shouted something about wanting to know what the hell was going on but that was beyond their comprehension as Daniel's legs swelled suddenly, growing black and hairy too, though something green fell down the length of his body. More suited to a lady, the green dress ran beneath the ribbon of his breasts, the young man gasping and wheezing, striving to keep his balance even as his body ballooned out in all directions entirely without his consent.
"Agh," he grunted, twisting his head back and forth, fat, chunky fingers clawing for his fallen hat. "It's... Eff it..."
But he couldn't get the words out in time as his backside poofed out too, fat and heavy and jiggling, the muscle near enough non-existent as the mere weight of a grossly inflated butt swayed him from side to side. It threw his balance off all the more as he grunted and groaned, the room around him spinning as he did all he could, even in a moment like that, to retain control over himself. Of course, that in itself was a fruitless endeavour as his waistline was next to balloon, straining the limits of that dress with his backside swaying and grinding, his mouth agape.
Staggering back, Steve's eyes widened even further, heart pounding, blood roaring in his ears.
"What..." He tried to force the words out. "What's happening to you?!"
But that was not a question that even Daniel to answer, crying out as he stood tall, a pair of blue strappy sandals adorning his feet, which were more like paws than anything else. No more could he see skin but a black, cat-like tail waved behind him, though he could not have turned to look at it with his backside throwing off his centre of gravity so terribly.
He was taller too, shooting up, his head unchanged, the bulk of his body pushing out and out and out, layered with fat and straining at his new clothes. Daniel's head perched on top, eyes wide and wild, but there was nothing he could do as Steve rushed to failed assistance, throwing his arms in the air and looking around for help that wouldn't come.
