Furtel
This story contains masturbation, bathroom scene, and forced shifting.
If you are underage or in an inappropriate setting to be reading erotica save it for later while you are at home or after you've come of age. Do as I say and not as I do, because I could have written this just as well at home instead of work.
I'm sure that after you've read this it will be pain stakingly obvious I've never been drunk in my life. Or at least don't remember a damn thing about being drunk. And I apologize if I wasn't descriptive enough on the transformation or erotica. I'm still working on it. I'll be submitting on my other story sometime soon I hope. College classes and all.
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Furtel California
It was late, and I had just decided to call it a night. "Okay, guys I'll see you in the morning, err afternoon sometime." Heckling them as I walked off I looked for a restroom close by. I didn't want to have to wait till I got back up to my room. Turning a corner on a side of the hotel, I had not seen yet I noticed a little dingy sidewalk leading down the way to an open door. Half way down and just beyond a light a rest room sign protruded from the building. "Ahah!" I thought, I was happy I wasn't going to have to carry the vodka and three beers all the way back up to my room in my bladder. Yellow lights sparsely illuminated the path as I walked with the sound of my damp flip-flops. And enjoying the warm breeze around my torso and legs.
I stopped and looked at the open door; it was a woman's restroom. "Ahh, crap" I said as I looked down the sidewalk a little way and didn't see another door before the light faded out into the darkness. I made a decision to close the door and go inside despite my reservations. It didn't make sense to me to piss in the bushes while being eaten by the mosquitoes and sand fleas. Especially when there was a perfectly good restroom not 3 feet away.
"Hello, anyone home?" I called hearing only my echo off the walls. Not wasting any more time I ducked inside and knocked the door stop loose so that the opening door would alert me. I was about to take care of my business when the clang and click of the door stopped me in my tracks. "Shit" I didn't see a lock on the door, I could have sworn I checked too. Sure enough, the door wouldn't open for me. Hopping a little bit I realized that I the need to piss was getting very urgent.
Running to the first stall I dropped my swim trunks just enough to fish out my tool. But realized that it was uncomfortable. I felt my face tingle a little as I dropped the waistband so that it cupped just below my ass and sighed as I started to piss. I let go of my shorts as the fouled water left me resting one hand on the wall for support and the other to hold my cock as the river steamed. My head was still swimming a little from the effects of the liquor and the smell of my own musk made my nose wrinkle a little. I couldn't decide if I liked or hated my smell, and wondered a little what it was that a women would think of it. I wondered if she would think it to be repulsive or would there be a strange liking to my musk or certain other bodily odors? Must men always hide their true smell from their more delicate mates with cologne and other such fragrances?
I chuckled as the irony that the expensive fragrances are made from animal musk and men are expected to spray themselves anyway. The seemingly endless stream showed signs of slowing, as well as my wandering mind. I shifted my weight and looked down; my ankles were barren of my only article of clothing besides my flip-flops. "What the hell...?" I muttered and peered around anxiously looking for the elusive shorts.
The door opened and I heard female voices and chattering. I panicked, rooted in place not knowing what would happen if I was caught in a women's restroom stark naked and most likely legally drunk. I gave another quick look about and behind the toilet one last time before sitting down on it and propping my legs on the door cupping my man hood. Habit of modesty, I suppose. A girl popping her head over or under the stall door was discovering me was my worst fear. It has never happened to me in men's rooms, but I don't know what goes on with a group of females in a restroom.
The girls started arguing in front of the sinks, "Oh come on, you don't need to hide in a stall. We've seen it all anyway."
"I don't know about this..."
"Uhg, I don't want to stand here forever. We'll help!"
I heard a shriek, "Hey! Wait!"
Then struggle, "Hold her arms, I've got her pants. Ow, don't kick! Oh, look at this girls. I think she likes it" I heard her captors grunt a little as she squirmed, "I think we will skip the bikini and just introduce you to the world."
At this point, I have to confess, I was wishing that the girls would either leave or find me out. My dick was almost painfully erect. I wasn't sure I was even trying to hide it as I started grinding it against my hand. I could feel the pre spreading over my cock and starting to tickle my belly.
I jumped as cloth fell almost into my lap and I fought to keep it from falling into the toilet.
Then there was much then much giggling, "Hold that, will you hun? We'll be going outside to have fun introducing out new friend to the resort."
They carried their now nude captive outside the restroom, but I was more concerned with the now wriggling bundle of cloths in my hand. It wasn't much but I urk'd as thin straps tied themselves tightly around my torso. I dropped the other piece to try and rid myself of the bikini top, only to feel it fall on my unprotected dick and curl up in between my legs and fasten itself magically to my hips.
My hands were very busy trying to untie the strap behind my back and the other was working at one of the knots cutting into my hips. The possessed clothing covered my manhood and balls as I fell against the stall door. A brief moment of clarity and I managed to open up the stall and stumble out in front of the mirrors. I wasn't impressed with the reflection, I was a man in a women's bathroom forcefully dressed by an animated bikini sporting a raging hard on.
The bikini bottom started rubbing against me, urging my dick to cum. I had no idea what to do about it, all I knew was it had to come off. Looking down I tried not to hump the air as I instinctively brushed the glistening spot on the bottom with a shaking hand . The fabric was white except where my pink cock tip stretched it thin at the top. I fumbled at the strings and tried to tear it from my waist but couldn't. It seemed like it was glued to my body. I gasped as the top started to rub and pinch my nipples and my hands went to my chest. I could feel something strange under the fabric, it seemed like I was growing short hair, and my nipple felt like erasers under the stimulation of the fabric.
I fell forward as the feeling between my legs increased in pleasure. My hand catching myself before I hit the counter, it was only a moment later till I was rubbing my hand roughly against my length as I watched one of my nipples grow hard under the bikini. My other hand was still rubbing the other one, I could feel its hardness and then the flesh under my hand started to feel puffy and soft. I was watching myself masturbate in front of the mirror, I could see some of the white fur grow out from under the bikini top and around the edges of the bottom.
The sight of myself changing, and the pleasant feelings were becoming more and more intense as the changes progressed. I lost myself in the feeling of the bulge of my manhood under one hand. And the budding breasts under the other as I closed my eyes. Leaning against the wall, I turned to sit my ass down on the counter. I thought briefly that I felt smaller in my shorts, but the fabric kept massaging my chest, kept on pressing against my hardness as I felt myself come even closer to cumming.
I shifted as I felt something poke out from above the rear of my bikini bottom, it grew each time I ground myself into my hand. I could feel soft fur across my belly now, and my fingers felt it against my budding chest. The top didn't seem to be as tight against my rib cage, nor did the waist straps feel awkward across my hips. And the fabric of my bikini felt as good as ever against the new fur along my crotch, chest, and ass as I fondled myself mindlessly spread eagle on the restroom counter.
I was breathing heavily as I arched my back feeling the fabric move freely across the tip of my hard dick as it cupped holding my balls tightly to me and massaging the area just behind them. Looking down my cock wasn't stretching the bikini bottom as it once was and the pleasure was only got better as I cupped my hands under my balls and started to massage the same place the bikini was. My eyes rolled back into my head as I saw and felt white belly fur under my forearm and the red fur growing at my sides.
I was succumbing to the ministration of the garment and loving every moment of it when my hand stopped cupping my balls and penetrated into the place they used to be. I ground what little of my dick was left into my palm, my whole hand was slick with pre. My new cunt and I orgasmed as it gripped my fingers tightly, moaning loudly and spreading my legs as I groped my new breasts. as I fell against the wall feeling my ears twitch strangely, and something brush against the back my leg. Still panting, my hand ran down my side feeling soft fur and the other came up to my nose where I smelled my juices and licked tasting the warm fluids.
The first thing I noted when my eyes opened again was that my nose was red and tipped in black. My jaw dropped and my heart stopped in my chest as I jumped off the counter. Looking in the mirror and gazing right back at me was a Vixen, leaning over the counter with her mouth open and tongue hanging still dripping from her heat. Breasts hung, barely covered by the bikini top, and hips exploding seductively out the bottom.
My snout clamped shut, I stood up, and I jumped yelping in surprise and pain. Surprise from my tail brushing up in between my legs to cover my crotch instinctively, and pain from biting my tongue before it had the chance to get all the way into my mouth. I fought now, clawing at the bikini, trying futilely to get the bikini off with no result, stumbling into the restroom door knocking my head into the handle and falling.
I woke up briefly to a pounding headache, thankful it was still dark. A male fox lay next to me. The door was between us. The fox had both eyes clenched shut and looking around the door I saw he almost in the fetal position, with both hands cupping himself.
I regretted moving my head, a sharp pain and I "urked" puking right there and passing out in front of the very surprised fox.