Life Is Variety
I place my paw pads on the stone counter top. Palms down I spread out my furred stubby digits. I imagine raking furrows threw the solid stone as I lean across kissing the women on the other side. My new muzzle pressed against her lips. My long pink tong extends in her mouth exploring every crevasse of her insides with my new dexterous muscle.
"That will be $2.69" She says loudly.
My human eyes stare down my brownish muzzle at her. My startled pause has her uncomfortable.
"Pardon me" I slur out, getting caught off guard I don't take the time to pronounce the words, causing them to sound very guttural and aggressive. This is often the case with fresh transformees. You can always tell a newbie by the way he talks.
I fumble with my wallet hanging around my neck. Painfully slow I take out the money.
"keep the change, I have a hard time dealing with the small coins anyway" I say trying to break the ice. Holding my hand paws up I poke at my thick black pads with a claw. "Do you have any honey?"
"Yes, but if you are going to use a lot I need to charge extra."
Obviously I'm not the first bear to have visited here. I bet this girl knows all about the strange quirks some breeds of have.
"Just curious, what do tigers order?" I asked her because I met a women going for her first session at "Wild America tattoo and body mod" She was looking at tiger pictures hanging on the walls. It was so cute watching her advert her eyes when she saw a full frontal pic of a male tiger morph after his very last session. He was wearing a sheath ring and a little of his red tip was showing. His stance giving extra room for his exposed sac. His Long striped tail curled around a furred fore arm. I wonder if they threw the ring piercing in for free?
"We have a new meat flavored syrup we can add to just about anything, all the freak... I mean furs seem to like it."
It took a lot of will power to keep the growl in my throat and my lips covering my fangs. My tong moves over the ridges on the roof of my muzzle. I am trying to pretend i didn't hear her surprising remark. She couldn't have been over 18. Its usually the adults that speak so negatively of us, not the younger generation.
"Huh, thanks"
All the fur on my back is standing on end as I walk out the front door completely forgetting about my complimentary honey.
It was a small ad asking for volunteers to participate in a new treatment that started it all. Simply put It promised a cure for a boring life. They now are at 500,000 cures and growing. "Life is variety, Darling" Is a quote from a Fox promoting TF sessions. "Why be normal when you can be diffrent" is another slogan you hear. A Heavily run add campaign shows a Fox half way threw her sessions. She has developed enough fur do away with clothes but her breast still makes your manhood take all the elbow room in your pants. A light strip of fabric is draped over the front of her Reddish chest for decency laws but leaves little to the imagination. She is gossiping to other humans with a drink in her hand, black claws wrapping around the glass. Smileing a well built man is fondling a huge plume of a tail falling from her hind quarters. Her Nipples poke the fabric as she explains the painless procedure of the sessions. Her Long reddish hair falls over furred shoulders. She is almost as tall as the man with her digi grade legs and clawed paws boosting her height. This sweet girl next door is now a walking Hardon. Sex sells you know.
At session 5 I still have a long way to go. Other then my hand paws all the fur i have as of yet is a fat strip running down my spine to a furry nub of a tail. My crotch is think in fur but I have yet to go threw the session where I get a real bear sheath. My sac is covered in the most soft of fur imaginable. My human penis has become almost constantly erect. The organ swells much larger then before I had the treatments. My bear nose can smell the desires of women and men that I can't even see. Bears walk on there heels just like humans so you wouldn't be able to tell my feet apart from that of a normal bear. I love my new feet. I curl my toes as my massive claws tap the floor. When I bend over to pet the top of my paws with the back of a furred hand my erect member often gets in the way. The stiff organ laying in a heaping pile of crotch fur between my furred thy. The shaggy fur runs up from my paws to about my calves thinning out till it rethickens between my legs and crotch. My muzzles is covered in short brown fur that dissipates into a mix of human and animal hair on my scalp with a cute set or rounded furry ears capping it all off. It took technology a long time to find the perfect mix of hair and fur. One of the draw backs the first pioneering morphs complained of was the monotony of having the same length fur on your head. I was told you inherit none of the aggressive tendencies of the animal you choose. But subconsciously you do feel you are allowed to act out what primal urges you think your animal has. It is most common in predators. So mush so that any act of violence a morph commits is instant removal of any body modifications and charged with use of a deadly weapon. Claws are not to be used lightly.
I pass a Golden retriever morph on the street walking her golden retriever. Often a animal owner would become the type of pet they owned. Bestiality was not uncommon in morph society. Craig's list was a common posting site for morphs into such things. Her fur is sparkling in the light. Its long flowing strands dancing in the wind. Such a magnificent stance. Her digi grade legs carrying her effortlessly in huge strides. A tail with cascading fur wags back and forth fanning out between her golden covered butt. Her haunches have at least a foot of fur, smooth as silk flowing down her legs. I only get a glance of her chest as she floats buy. A well formed set of breasts sets my human penis into action. The rubbing action of my bear fur sparking its further expansion in my loose shorts. I think I see another set of breasts under the first pair, her body must be producing milk. The wind is in my favor as the smell of here sex hits my cold black nose. She is in heat. And she is more than likely walking her mate. It would be tough getting between those two. A dog is not subject to the same laws as morphs and he looks ready to rumble on anyone trying to steal his mate. His sheath is full, ready for round who knows with his master and lover. What I would give to be in the room as his knot enters that sweet pussy. His paws wrapped firmly around her as they brush here multiple tits swinging under her hairy frame. Floppy ears swaying, tongs lolling out the sides of there muzzles. Her massive dog paws raking into the carpet as the dogs sheath pokes into her folds, tying to burying his bone. His sloppy fuck needing the assistance of her stubby paw hand. Thick callouses gripping the sex soaked dog cock guiding it into her swollen blend of human and dog vagina.
"Ummm.... Miss.. Miss" I bit my tong to not say "Miss Golden retriever" Like she hasn't heard that one before. This Morph has been around the block. Her confidence is intoxicating. The fact that she is butt naked further proves she is comfortable with who she is.
Her ears rotate backward, her mate's tail goes further up into an aggressive posture, showing off his swaying balls.
She turns toward me, six breasts hang in the air. The first a solid d cup, going backwards in the alphabet from there down.
"Have I seen you at the Kennel?" Knowing damn well she could get into better clubs then that.
"Or perhaps the New Day's meetings"? Every morph is required by law to go to group meetings at least once a month. Its important that peoples changes are effecting them in a positive way. Its a also a great way to get tail. You'll see breeds of dog there the most. They seem to be the most sexually liberated. Its funny seeing morphs in various stages of transformation sitting on metal chairs in a circle trying not to sit on there new tails. Talking about a new car they can no longer drive. Or stories of getting caught, knot stuck in there neighbors dog at three in the morning.
"Sit Curly" she commands. Reluctantly he does. With the dog on his haunches I get a better look at his sheath. I wonder if mine will fill out as nicely as Curlys does?
"I have been to New Day as well as others. I'm Natasha, whats you name"?
I can see the outline of here doggy pussy just barley under her golden white stomach fur. It is swollen, natures way of asking me to stick my cock into it. I do my best to stare at her K9 face, not her multiple breasts. Her ears flop to the side with golden brown fur stirring in the wind. The deepest blue eyes command me to step closer. Her nose twitches, picking up my scent. There is no way hiding a sexual advance to a morph.
"Grab me some water will you Hun?"
"Huh...ya. sure" I rub Some foreign fur out of my eyes and groggily sit up in bed. Curly is laying on the foot of the bed wanting his tummy and other parts scratched. Neither my nor Curly's morning wood is showing signs of relenting even after the action it got from Natasha that night. We got a drink right after we met and soon i was following her to her Apartment. What a Night! Her Dog pussy squeezing my human member, my furry bear balls smothered in her hunches. Just for fun I tried to stay in her for as long as possible knowing that she is use to a much different type of cock. She didn't complain about my lack of a knot once. I could feel her cunt mussels begging my dick to stay for more than a hand shake, it wanted a full course meal. Her womb allowing my cock to fill her more than I thought possible. Extreme adrenaline can expedite ones changes. Fucking Natasha might help me skip a session or two. My girth thicker now than before our love making. All It took was a paw to Curlys underside to calm him down. Soon his sexual advances got Natasha jealous. I had to shoo him off more than once as he poked me in my tail hole with his dog dick wile I'm hunched over Natasha's back. My hand cupping her breasts as she lets out wines and growls mixes with moans and incoherent words. My muzzle was buried in her neck fur breathing in her smell threw huffs and puffs. The feeling of fur on fur Is unlike anything humanity can recall. We have long forgotten what it is like. We furs are now starting to remember. As my load built inside me her juices leaked on the bedspread. The smell driving our animistic rut into over drive. Curly is yapping, running in circles before he grabs my leg and humps away. His slick knot rubbing back and forth on my leg matting my fur as his pre drips down to my paws . As I pound into Natasha doggy style Fur is flying, tails swinging as the energy in the room turns everything I see in to a bright white. Howls, growls and yells finish the orchestra of our mating as we all collapse in a furry pile, some internal clock timing our release at once. The over abundance of male seed dripping off fur onto the bed onto the floor. Heavy panting is all you can hear as tongs lolly out of fanged mouths. Fur still hoovering in the air, the sheets shreds of fabric. my bearish penis still throbbing, dripping the last of its contents inside Natasha, a golden retriever I met just yesterday. Never Will I be board again.