Midnight. They always came at midnight. The chimes from the old grandfather clock in the den jolted Daniel out of his restless dreams. It wasn't the chimes that woke him so much as the knowledge that They were coming. It was the same horrifying ritual, every single night.
The room was illuminated by an eerie pale green glow. Three figures in haz-mat suits stood around his bed. One of them held a large briefcase, another held a gun, and the third--the apparent leader, from the way he acted--was making entries into a large handheld computer. Daniel tried to escape, to run, to even move, but some unseen force held him in place, as immobile as the bed itself. The leader looked up from his computer and signaled to the one holding the briefcase, who set the case down and began to open it. Daniel strained to see its contents, but couldn't from his position. If only he could move...
The leader reached forward, grabbed the bedcovers and--
The shrill blast of Daniel's alarm clock filled the room. He'd had that dream again, the same one he'd been having every night for nearly a month. Except that it didn't feel like a normal dream. It felt more like a memory, but one that had been partially forgotten. Anyway, Dan had more important things to worry about, so he pushed whatever it was aside for the moment. Today was the last day of school, finally. All he had to do was survive his last few final exams, and he'd be home free. He wasn't about to let a creepy dream get him down.
Dr. DiCaoz glanced over his biology classroom. "Is anybody still working on the final?" he asked tiredly. He paused for a moment, then said, "If everybody is finished, you may talk quietly amongst yourselves for the remainder of the period." As the class erupted in chatter, he went back to nursing his hangover.
Daniel loved his biology class. It wasn't just that he was good at it, or that it was the last class of the day. By some bit of luck or fate, he happened to be in the same class as his four closest friends, Gassan, David, Pammy, and Jake. Gassan, David, and Pammy had become absurdly popular since coming to high school. Gassan was Lebanese and therefore "exotic," David was a star swimmer, and Pammy was a cheerleader. In retrospect, popularity was an inevitability. To the other popular kids, Jake an avid follower of the Furry subculture (he called it a craze, but nobody else did) and Daniel, the introspective writer, were social liabilities. Still, Gassan, David, and Pam never let their newfound "friends" keep them away from Jake and Dan. Privately, Daniel was grateful that he had managed to befriend the four people who appeared to be immune to high school drama.
"So, what'd you guys think?" Pammy whispered.
"I'm pretty sure Dr. Di is a nutcase," Gassan answered quickly. He was met with a chorus of approval from his companions.
"Anyway," Pam continued, "are we having our annual Thank-God-The-Schoolyear's-Over party tonight?"
"I can't go," Jake said, "I've got a convention."
"I can't go either," said David, "My dad's taking me camping. He's on a back-to-nature kick."
"I'm visiting my grandma," Gassan said. Pammy rolled her eyes.
"Alright," she sighed, "when do you guys get back?"
"Sunday, but it'll be late."
"So," Pammy continued, "is Monday night alright with everyone?"
The days passed quickly. By the time Monday arrived, he had gone an entire weekend without his mysterious dreams. He was mostly relieved, but part of him wished the visitors would come back so he could find out what they were up to.
The streets were charged with an eerie calm. A summer storm was coming. As Daniel reached Pam's door, he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding. Something was decidedly wrong. He rang the bell.
"Come in," called Pammy. Dan opened the door and found friend sitting on the floor in a tidy circle. They were all staring at him, an unsettling hunger in their eyes. "We are playing Truth or Dare," Pammy intoned mechanically. "Please, join us. Truth or Dare?"
"Please choose Dare," Gassan said, in the same unearthly voice.
"The Truth is never any fun," agreed David, still in the same tone. Throughout the exchange, none of the four took their eyes off of Daniel.
"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You all seem...different."
Pammy answered in the same monotone as before: "We are collectively unnerved at a series of recurring dreams we have been having. Perhaps you too are experiencing these visions?"
"Yeah," Dan said, "but I'm not acting that weird about it."
"Perhaps," Pammy said, "All will be made more clear if you answer this simple question: Truth...or Dare?"
Written by Zodiac on 31 May 2008
What are you?” Pammy asked calmly
Dan was a little taken aback, this had happened so fast that he was already having trouble processing things and this strange question had only made it worse.
“What…what are you talking about?” he furrowed his brow slightly, there was a strange pressure in his chest, as if he wanted to release a deep breath he did not realise he was holding.
Pammy smoothed her skirt slightly and stared directly into his eyes, well, perhaps it might be more accurate to say she looked through him, at the wall behind. Those eyes were blank and he was starting to feel a little like a cornered animal.
“What are you?” came David’s voice. It almost made him jump. When had David moved behind him?
That pressure in his lungs was more intense; it was sort of like when you had something you really wanted to say but had to politely wait your turn. Daniel was starting to get really quite scared now and he shook his head violently to no one in particular.
“What are you?” asked Gassan and Jake almost in unison. It would seem he was surrounded.
Written by foxyscribe on 11 April 2017
“A skunk okay? A skunk…damn it, why …are…you-“ he didn’t finish his thought. Those words had spilled from his lips involuntarily and his eyes had grown wider and wider as he spoke. As his mind caught up, his speech slowed and stopped.
Jake nodded his head as Dan looked around eyes wide, feeling confused and scared “Of course, that makes sense, It would explain your shiny nose”
His nose? A slight ache at his jaw was the only warning he had before his whole face started to push forward into a muzzle. He gave a small cry and stumbled backwards but only bumped into David. His nose was growing large, flat and black, reflecting the lazy yellow light that spilled from an old energy saving bulb.
His vision blurred slightly as his face continued to defy him, his cheeks plumped slightly, his jaw grew longer and his teeth became sharper; filling out his widened maw. It took less than fifteen seconds but by the end he was panting and sweating. He licked his lips slightly and felt the twitch of an ear sitting too high on his head…when had that happened?
“What…what the hell? Is this a dream?” he asked, his words slightly slurred as if he was still suffering the after effects of the dentist.
Pammy shook her head gently, though her expression was still blank “No, well, perhaps yours. This is what you always wanted, wasn’t it? To be covered in a warm pelt of fur?”
“What? No!” he said as the fur was already starting to sprout. It was like a time-lapse of grass growing. There wasn’t fur and then there was; each hair, peering up to greet the morning sun, flowing in unison, until he was a mess of beautifully plush black and white fur.
His face looked less like a naked rat than it had a moment before, a single, small mercy that even from his view point he had been acutely aware of. He looked down to examine himself. His body was almost entirely black apart from his hands and presumably his feet, which had small, white gloves. He examined his hands in surprise. His fingers had gotten stubbier, little blunt nails adorning each finger with thick pads beneath.
He could just about see, though it required a crossing of his eyes, that a white line of fur ran from his nose up between his eyes towards his scalp. He frowned slightly, for some reason, he was a little disappointed to be so uniformly black. What a weird thing to be annoyed about and yet, some part of him really wished his front was a creamy white.
His fur rippled, starting at his neck and flowing down towards his crotch and as it moved it turned a snowy, glossy white. His eyes widened in shock, what the hell was going on, why was he turning into a skunk? The only thing stopping him completely freaking out was the idea that it had to be some kind of dream or hallucination, after all, this wasn’t actually possible.
It was Jake’s voice next “And it would of course explain that delicious tail” That should have been creepy, a little lewd perhaps coming from Jake, but it wasn’t. It was completely monotone.
Dan stumbled forwards, moaning slightly, as the enormous structure exploded from his ass with enough force to almost make him lose his balance. The thing was enormous, rising up as high as his head and wider than his body. Creamy white fur coated the underneath and above, it ran in two stripes through a midnight black forest of fur, so plush, it could have belonged to a soft toy. Though he could not see it, it flowed into a single, thick white line than ran up his back.
David nodded somewhere in his peripheral vision “A skunk, yes. That much is obvious”
Pammy looked at him with a vacant smile and his blood ran cold as she asked a second question.
Written by foxyscribe on 19 April 2017
Pammy gave him a hint of a smile, though, accompanied by those blank eyes, it was not warm, just creepy. “Are you a boy? ...or a girl?”
His eyes widened and he glanced towards the door, taking a half step to try and improve his balance. His whole body felt off, his tail was pulling him in strange ways, even his legs did not quite bend the way they did before. It was taking a surprising amount of effort not to just fall on his newly, furred ass.
He tried to say boy but somehow, the words would just not come out, and that strange, unwelcome pressure in his lungs had returned. “Shouldn’t it be someone else’s turn?” he offered, the words a little clearer than before.
Jake shook his head “This is your day Dan, how could it be someone else’s turn?”
What did that even mean?
Dan smiled nervously, his thick, lower lip, pressed against the cleft of his muzzle in a way that sent unwelcome tingles across his face “No, it’s okay, I am happy for someone else to have a turn”
“Boy or Girl?” asked Gassan and Dan’s lips betrayed him before his mind could even engage.
Written by foxyscribe on 26 April 2017
“I’m a girl Gassan, you know…that” Dan shook his head violently and clasped his hands over his mouth. Could this please just stop?
The sensations assaulted him almost immediately. It was like his whole body was being massaged by gentle, hidden hands. The sensations were pleasant and might have lulled him into a relaxed stupor if not for the adrenalin pumping through his system. Under their invisible, tender ministrations, his body began to change. His gently defined, masculine muscles, purchased with hours of cycling and jogging began to fade into something softer, something more delicious. His ass, thighs and calves began to plump out as if being gently inflated by an air pump while his waist narrowed with an almost audible creak.
The plumping sensations were strangely pleasant and caused a red to suffuse the black fur of his cheeks. He probably should have questioned how he could blush when covered with fur but it was not really a core concern right now.
His muzzle narrowed a little, his eyes widened and his jaw smoothed out. His lower, black lip plumped significantly as silky white hair began to tumble down around his ears and over his shoulders. “Please…stop this” he pleaded, trying to ignore how each word was a little higher pitched than the previous.
A lot of the changes were hidden beneath his clothes but his plumping thighs stretched out his jeans, which creaked and groaned, until the fastening button gave up and pinged across the room. His plumping legs were forcing his gender into the crotch of his jeans, causing significant discomfort but that sensation soon disappeared and despite the relief, he desperately wished that discomfort would return.
The changes seemed to slow, almost no traces of her masculinity were left. Her plump thighs were not just feminine, they were womanly, wide and round, leading to a swollen ass and a gentle curved back. Her narrow waist led up to a smooth chest and elegant neck upon which sat a pretty, feminine face, topped with snowy white, silken hair.
She bit her lip, her cheeks bright, as she felt a powerful sensation in her chest. Her pecks were invisible under her thick, plush white fur (and further hidden beneath a loose t-shirt) but she could feel them filling out, swelling into a pair of small breasts. They continued to grow as her friends watched passively.
Dan just looked around, lost, unsure what to do, as her chest began to tent up her shirt. The sensations as her new breasts gently rubbed against her shirt, were sending pleasant tingles across her form and it just added to a cocktail of confusing emotions that threatened to shut down her mind.
Her shirt was starting to rise now, revealing a pleasant, creamy stretch of white fur, as her breasts grew larger and larger. She looked down and bit her swollen lip. They had to be almost as large as Pammy’s, they certainly weren’t small. Pammy was already the largest on the cheer team and had to be the second or third largest in the school.
Scratch that, they had easily just surpassed her. She blushed brightly as the growth seemed to slow, from here, they seemed simply enormous and they jiggled and bounced every time she moved. Her chest surpassed Pammy by at least a cup, perhaps even two and if she wasn’t now the bustiest in her year she had to be at least equal first.
Pammy did not give Dan time to examine his changes and to her horror asked him another question.
Written by foxyscribe on 06 May 2017
Pammy looked at him blankly “Is that everything?”
Dan shook her head slightly, wasn’t this enough? And what kind of vague question was that? To her horror, however, she could feel an unknown answer welling up inside her, wanting to escape.
“E…everything?” Dan stammered, trying to ignore the sweet, breathy, feminine tone that caressed her lips.
It was David who replied “Yes, Is this everything?”
“N…No” Dan Stammered. She tried to hold back the words but they flowed one after another, like a set of novelty flags pulled from her mouth by a magician. “I am a taur” she shook her head, trying to deny the sound of her own voice. Why had she said that? She wouldn’t even know what that meant if it wasn’t for Jake always trying to show her weird furry stuff.
She felt a gurgling in her stomach as things began to move and shift. This change was a lot more extreme than the others and the sensations were significantly more intense. There was a heat racing through her. A shifting, rolling, bloating sensation in her belly and a heavy powerful pressure at her ass.
She let herself lower to her knees and placed her cute, clawed hands on the ground as she felt a little nauseous. Suddenly, there was a loud crack and she felt like her entire body from the ass down was stretching and pulling away from her. The sensations were honestly, almost impossible to describe as her legs distorted and split into two with a loud, sickly, wet snap. The sound was kind of disgusting, like the snap of wet wood and the sensations, while neither painful nor pleasurable, were overwhelming. The world blurred and the edges of her vision faded to black. The sensation of pressure should have been deeply unpleasant but it wasn’t, it was however, so intense, that it was hard to think about anything else.
Dan could not focus at all but she could feel her belly distend and grow plump. She could feel a second pair of legs slide across the thin carpet, her claws giving slight resistance as they were pushed further and further from her front. She could feel her tail grow larger and plusher, perhaps the weirdest sensation since it shouldn’t even have been there in the first place!
The world started to come into focus shortly before the changes had completed and she looked back in shock to find that she was enormous! A huge plump, skunk body emerged from her waist. Her legs were still changing, becoming less human, the feet becoming paw like, her hips swelling and the femurs lengthening as they lost almost all traces of humanity; only a hint of feminine exaggeration remained. As they completed, she realised her clothing had been destroyed and all that remained was her shirt, tented over her enormous breasts.
Written by foxyscribe on 11 May 2017
Dan groaned slightly as she tried to get to her feet. Coordinating her body did not seem to be as hard as it should be, an instinctual understanding of how to control her limbs had been granted to her somehow, but it was still strange and confusing.
She settled down on her haunches looking at her friends. Her tauric body had left her standing a little taller than before; she must have been a few inches over six feet but given how large she was, she had expected to be taller. She looked down and bit her lip. Her animalistic legs were responsible, her belly actually hung kind of close to the ground and her legs felt disproportionally small compared to the rest of her body.
She looked at Pammy with a sudden rush of panic “A…are you done? Is that all the questions?” It was so strange. Dan’s cheeks felt flushed, her whole body felt warm. She was deeply, deeply embarrassed by the strange fusion of intense femininity and animalistic grace she had become and yet, none of her observers reacted in any way. They all just stared blank and silent.
Pammy gave her a vacant smile but it was Jakes voice who responded somewhere from behind. “You have not finished answering the previous one”
There was a pressure from somewhere beneath her pendulous breasts and she groaned. What could possibly happen now?
She ran her hands down through her creamy fur and gasped slightly, as her fingers brushed by an addition set of nipples. They had been hidden beneath her fur and it caused a warm, pleasant tingle to flow out across her form, she could not help but rub both sets of thighs gently together trying to control the mild arousal.
The warm sensations continued to roll out as the flesh began to swell into a second set of small bumps. “Y…You cannot be serious” Dan complained softly as the flesh, silently plumped against her hands. She wasn’t exactly groping herself but she could not deny the pleasant sensations as the furry masses continued to grow.
She had to bite her lip and clench her thighs to resist releasing a small moan, as new points of radiating warmth joined the party. She quickly reached down with her hands to find a third set of swelling bumps “N…no…no, no, no” she shook her head, cheeks suffused red, trying to deny what was happening to her.
The universe ignored her pleas and her second set of breasts finished swelling until they were just a little smaller than her first. The third completed shortly after, again, slightly smaller than the second, though, still a shade larger than Pammys. Her shirt had given up trying to contain her new sextet of boobs and the bottom two sat uncovered, though the thick, fluffy fur, left them snowy mounds with only the slightest bulge where her nipples hid beneath.
“A…Are we done now?” Dan pleaded, breathy and panting a little. What was wrong with him? Why was part of him getting so excited by all of this?
Written by foxyscribe on 16 May 2017
Dan Bolted upright as her alarm suddenly awoke her from the weird dream, well, she tried to bolt up, but what actually happened was the mass of her tauric body, lying sideways in her oversized bed, pulled her back to the soft covers.
Her breasts bounced as she fell back and she let out a noise that was half cry of surprise, half aroused moan. “A…Am I still dreaming?” she asked softly, trying to collect her wits.
She lay there for a few moments just taking in her room. Wait. This…wasn’t her room, it was her sister’s room. Dan’s sister was a few years older and had moved into her own place last summer. Dan had discussed moving his stuff in here since the room was larger but in the end, decided he couldn’t be bothered.
“C’mon Danny” Came a loud clear voice from outside his door “Pammy and Jake are going to be here soon to take you shopping”
Take her shopping? And since when did her mother call her Danny? She grumbled and climbed out of bed, trying to ignore the sensations as her many breasts bounced beneath her. Her covers felt a little weird under her paws, they seemed to be made of a slightly rubberised substance that was resistant to her claws.
She took a moment to examine her room. The bed was the largest she had ever seen, it was longer than normal as if it had specifically been designed for her new form. A wardrobe and a chest of drawers sat next to her computer desk which was fully set up, ready to go. She could see her ‘ideas’ notepad which she normally took everywhere with her, sitting next to it.
All of her books had been brought through. A couple of movie posters adorned the walls which she had liked while younger but had recently been starting to feel, made her room look too childish. All of her sister’s furniture had been removed from the room with the exception of her large dressing table. It was old, but well maintained with a large ornate mirror. Normally it had been covered with perfumes, cosmetics and jewellery boxes but those were all missing apart from a single, old felt covered box, which on flipping open, contained a few old pieces of jewellery, her sister must have left behind.
She stared in the mirror. She appeared exactly as she had in the dream. Same snowy white and midnight black fur. Same silky, wavy hair. Same enormous, slightly bloated tauric body. Same chest full of boobs…
She saw the door swing open in the mirror and her mother enter the room “C’mon Honey, you need to get ready. I know you are proud of your new chest but you need to at least throw on a T-shirt!”
She gave a small, pleasant laugh and walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around Dan’s shocked form in an affectionate motherly hug. “I am so proud of you Danny. We will always love you no matter what.”
Dan didn’t know what to say, so she just stood there, staring at her reflection.
Eventually, the hug ended and Dan’s mother took a step back swatting her butt “But, really, love or not, you need to get some clothes for your new body.” She turned pausing at the door “They will be here soon, pull a shirt on”
Written by foxyscribe on 21 May 2017
Dan sighed slightly, this was all so weird. Why did her mother not find it strange she was a skunk? Or a girl? Or in her sisters room!
She decided that the best thing to do, was to just go with the flow for now. She could ask Jake and Pammy some questions, maybe they would remember last night and have some answers. She blinked for a second and shivered, wait, weren’t they the ones responsible? Maybe she didn’t want to ask them.
She grabbed a simple polo shirt from her drawer and tried to pull it on. It did not fit at all. She could barely get it over the first set of boobs, let alone the other two. Damn, this could be a problem. She searched through her drawers looking for something larger and eventually found a shirt she had bought during a metal phase for some band, whose logo was so distorted, she couldn’t actually read it. At the time, they only had extra-large sizes left and it had hung down well past his hips. Now, it still left the creamy white underside of her lowest pair of boobs visible but it was the best option she had.
She went to grab some underwear and pants but suddenly realised it would be rather futile. Looking down in embarrassment, she reached a hand between her legs, wondering how she would hide her new feminine mound. Wait…it wasn’t there! It was just smooth, creamy fur.
She slapped herself on the forehead. It was at the back obviously. She spent a moment considering her options; would she even be expected to wear anything down there? That was, of course, if everyone didn’t just freak out at the giant skunk but her mother had reacted as if it was normal, maybe everyone else would too. She tentatively moved do the door and called out “Uhm, I’ve got a shirt but what should I do about pants and shoes?”
Her mother’s voice called back “Oh, don’t worry about shoes. We made sure your paws would be able to cope without them and as for pants, just keep your tail down dear. You will be fine”
She blushed brightly, keep her tail down, really?
The doorbell went and Dan gave up, heading into the airy hall. She took a quick glance into what should have been her room and found it to be largely packed up, some of her stuff still sitting in boxes.
She sighed and moved to the door, opening it to reveal an excited looking Pammy.
“You did it! You really did it!”
Squealing, she piled into Dan for a tight hug “You look so great Danny, I’m so happy you made the plunge!” she stepped back smiling, her heels clicking on the paving stones. Dan watched as Pammy’s line of sight lowered down to her chest. She frowned, raising a hand to her cheek “Oh wow, you went big huh? Much bigger than mine…” she gave her a slightly wistful look as she sucked on her finger “I can’t believe Danny has bigger boobs than me”
Jake was standing next to her, staring at Danny, almost drooling, while Pam had been talking “Not just bigger boobs” he said “look at her, she is perfect!”
Pammy gave him an annoyed look “You would say that, you’re a Furry”
Jake gave her a small grin “Oh is someone jealous of Danny’s new fluffy form? Are you starting to realise I was right all along, when I said furry girls are the best?”
Pammy just blushed and folded her arms “S…Shut up”
Jake laughed, giving Dan a winning smile “Ignore her, she is just jealous. We should ditch Pam and get lunch, id treat you real good Danny, Worship that wonderful tail of yours!”
Pammy gave a snorting laugh “You’re such a pervert Jake, Danny has only just completed her change. Let her get used to it before you start hitting on her. Besides” she sniffs, picking at Danny’s shirt “This will not do”
Written by foxyscribe on 25 May 2017
Head to the mall