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Natasha Somnem pulled back the curtain that closed off the small alcove from the rest of her apartment. It was a quirk of the architecture that created the space and Natasha had chosen to make it into her home office. It was just a small desk and bookshelf, but it was enough to keep her professional life and personal life separate in her small one-bedroom apartment. The white tiger settled into her chair and closed the curtain before opening up her laptop. She stared at her login prompt and sighed.

What even is the point of this, I already received the termination notice two days ago. Then again, I did turn four members of the administration into anthros, so I suppose I owe them the right to yell at me a bit more.

The tips of her retractable claws clicked against the keys as she entered her password. In just a few moments she was logged into the university’s VPN and was waiting for the meeting to begin. Before long the splash screen of Edward University’s school crest was replaced with a matrix of camera feeds. Natasha was glad for the names being displayed so she didn’t have to guess who was who.

“Doctor Somnem,” the dean, Benson Roberts began, “can you see and hear us clearly?”

Roberts’ voice had deepened slightly with his transformation into a dark gray and black wolf anthro. Along with his appearance it made the dean far more intimidating than he used to be.

“Loud and clear.” She replied in a carefully neutral tone.

“I believe the first issue that needs to be discussed is abundantly obvious.”

Natasha’s eyes scanned the other feeds. Dr Myla Brant, her former direct superior as the chair of the history department was now a tawny brown rabbit whose long ears were accentuated by her professional tight bun hairstyle. The head of campus security Oliver Wood was some kind of lizard now, an iguana was her best guess. Sienna Regan, the student health coordinator, was clearly a fox, her rusty brown fur complementing her red hair perfectly.

“I do apologize for the um, unplanned life changes.” She paused when she heard Roberts audibly growl, “I would have declined the meeting if I thought there was any risk of anthrofication."

Regan’s large ears focused forward. “And why didn’t you think there was a risk given what had just happened in your classroom?”

“Because the man I shared an office with since my return has shown zero signs of any change despite many hours we have been in close proximity. I had assumed it was something to do with the age of those I was around, I thought only the younger folks on campus were susceptible. Unless Dr Balzac has grown a tail since I left campus.”

“Gérard is as unchanged as he’s been since I took my place as chair.” Dr Brant replied with a slight shake of her head.

“He has several decades on all of us, so maybe it is still age related.” Wood conceded, “However, we also insisted on an in-person meeting after the incident, so we didn’t fully think it through either.”

“Perhaps, but I am still holding Dr Somnem responsible for the entire situation. At the first sign of trouble you should have immediately ended your class and isolated yourself from the campus.”

“You’re right, I should have. Hindsight is always twenty/twenty. The fact is, however, I was too stunned by what I saw to think clearly about it at the time. Although, I was about to head home when I received the call demanding my presence in your office.”

The dean was glaring at her through his camera, and given the fact he had muted his audio she could only assume he was growling at her.

“I have spoken to a representative of the Public Health Agency.” Regan said as she pulled up files on her computer. “Even after ending the close proximity to you, the affected students are continuing their transformations. Even those that were just showing small animal traits at the time will most likely go through complete anthrofication over the course of weeks or even months.”

“It was never my intention to spread this around to the entire campus. I would have locked myself up on my own if I had any idea this was going to happen.”

“You had brought up the idea that this was tied to the Lunar New Year cycle,” Dr Brant folded her hands together, “Can you elaborate any further on that?”

“I’m afraid I can’t. It’s no secret that it’s the Year of the Tiger, and I’m an avatar for Li Shou. I woke up the morning of the incident feeling strange, not sick but I was ravenously hungry, even though I probably ate too many dumplings the night before.”

“You attended the festival at St Joseph’s Park,” Wood leaned in towards his camera, “did anything odd occur while you were there?”

Natasha shook her head. “Not really, no. I did bump into that pair from the natural history museum, if you count meeting anthro dinosaurs as odd.”

Roberts covered his face with his hand as he unmuted his microphone. “Oh god, is this related?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You probably haven’t heard, but Dr Peter Grant, the professor that worked with Lexi Taylor and Cynthia Hunter, apparently caught the so-called Jurassic Flu and, well, he’s now a stegosaurus.” Dr Brant shrugged her shoulders.

The tiger blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“How I wish we were.” The dean grumbled. “We were told that only those with compromised immune systems were susceptible to the virus, but that is apparently incorrect.”

“Either that, or the virus has mutated since the incident with Ms Hunter.” Regan said as her vulpine eyes locked with the tiger.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that! Viral induced anthrofication is completely different from magically induced anthrofication.”

“The end result is the same.” Roberts let out a long sigh, “You’d think it would be the College of Sciences that would be dealing with problems like this, not Humanities.”

“At this rate, I’m sure they’ll catch up.” Dr. Brant sighed.

Natasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Enough. I check my email regularly. I already know you fired me, but I felt obliged to attend this meeting after what happened. If there isn’t anything else, I have papers I should be working on while I look for new employment.”

The meeting was suddenly very quiet. All of the faces looked away from the camera other than the dean’s. It was his turn to let out a long sigh before speaking.

“Following the last incident, we were pressured by both the Public Health Agency and CIHR to rescind the termination.”

“You un-fired me? Can you do that?”

“When not one, but two government agencies are breathing down your neck, you make things happen. So, you still have your job with no adjustment to your current compensation. Of course, if you wish to offer your resignation I would accept it immediately.” He replied with a literal wolf’s grin.

“Given the current situation, I believe I would have difficulty finding a place at other institutions. Therefore, I will not be handing in a resignation today.”

“I see. For the rest of the semester we will be moving your classes online to prevent any further incidents with the students or faculty. I trust you will have no problem with that.”

“It’s a reasonable precaution. I should be able to continue my classes as soon as the online education office is ready.”

“They will be in contact with you later today.” Roberts leaned back slightly in his chair, “Dr. Somnem, I want to be clear with you. I don’t care what any health agency has to say. You are to remain off campus until I personally say otherwise. Is that understood?”

Natasha met his gaze and kept her voice steady. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. You are dismissed.”

With that, Natasha was kicked out of the meeting and back to the waiting room splash page. The tiger leaned back in her chair and let out a low groan.

_I guess I don’t have to spend the rest of the day emailing my CV now. I can’t believe this is happening to me now. Then again, apparently I’m not the only one. Or did I somehow affect the virus in those two students? _

Natasha got up from her chair and closed her laptop. She then stepped out from behind the curtain into the living room proper. Sitting on her couch was Conner Smith, although she had taken to calling herself Connie given her situation. She was watching TV while she waited on Natasha to finish her meeting. Connie was dressed in a borrowed pair of pajamas, a tank top and shorts with a tail hole in the rear.

“Hey,” Natasha said as she sat down next to the orange tigress on the couch.

“Hey,” Connie turned from the screen to face her, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…”

“I get it, I overhear a lot with these ears too. Then again, I think a baseline human could have heard that through the curtain.”

“So, you’re not fired. Does that mean you’re going to be in trouble for our time together?”

“Oh god…” Natasha shook her head. “They don’t know about us.”

“Obviously, or the dean would have used it to fire you for good. I’m not going to press the matter. And hey, at least I’m not one of your students.”

“The ethics board really wouldn’t care about that, but I think I can live with it.”

“Thanks for helping me through everything. Growing fur is one thing, growing boobs is something else.”

“You could always look up online on how to be a lady.”

“Maybe, but I bet there’s less there about how to be a tigress.” Connie leaned in and nuzzled against Natasha’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“Mmm…” Natasha closed her eyes and relaxed into the intimate gesture.

“Is it bad to be disappointed you weren’t fired?” Connie sighed as she pulled away slowly. “I guess I’ll have to keep my distance, at least until I graduate.”

“That is for the best. Still, before you go just remember what I told you.”

“I know, when spring comes around I better stay away from males until my cycle ends.”

“It’s harder than it sounds. I suggest you invest in some toys or get a female friend with benefits.”

“I don’t know if I even like boys, I didn’t before.” Connie giggled.

“If you do decide to experiment with males, I recommend you stick to other anthros. So far nobody else I’ve affected has been, ah, contagious, but no one else has been made a tiger, and with it being the Year of the Tiger and all…”

“I’ll do my best. Besides, I think I prefer someone nice and fuzzy to cuddle up with.” She wrapped her arms around Natasha and hugged her tightly. “I hate to go, but I really need to get back to my place and get things set up for my new life.”

“You’re going to need something more than just a pair of PJs to get back to your apartment. Let’s find you something to wear.”

“Isn’t my fur enough to keep me warm?” She smirked.

“It’s winter in Canada, of course it’s not.”

***

Connie pressed the key fob for her apartment against the sensor and let herself past the inner door of her apartment complex. The building was built in the early twentieth century, but it had been heavily renovated in the early 2000s, leaving the inside with a clean and modern design. She stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the fourth floor, and then unzipped her heavy winter jacket. It was a little tighter in the chest but still fit. The same could be said for the shirt she was wearing underneath the coat. Natasha had given Connie a pair of jeans that fit well enough, more importantly they had a hole for her tail.

The trip back to her apartment had been a little surreal for her. Her nose and ears had practically twitched the entire walk as she took in the scents and sounds of the city like never before. A few people had stared at her, but others were already used to seeing random anthros in the city by this point.

The elevator dinged and she stepped out onto her floor. The halls were empty, which was to be expected at this time of day. Most of the residents were students at Edward University and were out on campus. Connie used her fob again to unlock the door to her small apartment and let herself in. It looked like a fairly typical University student apartment. A futon bed/couch across from a TV and game console, several posters on the walls, a laptop and school books stacked on a small table, and a kitchenette that needed the dishes in the sink washed. Other than the sink it was a reasonably clean apartment.

Connie pulled off her coat and hung it on a hook by the door. She looked around, trying to decide where to start. She settled her eyes on the laptop and decided she should probably start by registering a change of species and gender. It didn’t take much searching online to find the right government and university webpages to start the process. The tip of her tail curled and twitched while she tapped away on the keyboard. She was just wrapping up an email to send to her teachers about the recent classes she missed when she clearly heard heavy footfalls coming down the hallway.

I thought the walls were thin with my old ears. She sighed. I hope it won’t affect me getting a good night’s sleep. She heard the next door down close. I guess that must be Jeremy. Connie shrugged her shoulders and went back to finishing her email.

Once that was done Connie turned her attention to her closet and dresser. Some things would be perfectly fine for her to wear, like her entire collection of graphic print t-shirts. Some things could be modified. She knew Natasha had a tailor modify her clothing for her tail. But Connie was a university student with a fixed income. Hopefully she could find some tutorials online. With the growing number of anthros in the world, maybe in the future she could just buy jeans with a tail hole.

She was standing at the mirror, holding up a pair of shorts over her hips and legs. She had stripped down to panties and bra to make trying on things easier.

I think these will fit my hips, and I can wear a belt to cinch it around my waist. I’ll put these in the keep pile.

As Connie folded the shorts and placed them on the dresser, she heard a distinct clanging sound coming through the wall in front of her. Her ears focused on the wall instinctively and soon there was another and another clanging sound, forming a distinct rhythm.

What the… Wait, Jeremy has that home gym-machine-thing. She remembered as the clanging continued. He must be working out, I never really noticed it before.

Connie did her best to ignore the sounds of the weight machine as she sorted through her clothes, but she couldn’t help getting slowly more and more annoyed by the sounds of the weights, with the only pauses being when he shifted the machine into a different exercise.

“I can’t take it any more!” Connie flung the shirt in her hand down on the dresser.

She grabbed the flannel robe off of her couch and tossed it on before leaving her apartment. Connie stomped down the hall to the next door and pounded on the door. The clanking stopped and she could hear Jeremy walking the short distance to his door. Jeremy opened the door with a slightly confused look on his face.

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

Even though Connie had embraced her new gender, it still threw her off being addressed in that way. “I ah, yes, you can help me by not making such a racket.”

“Racket? I was listening to music on my headphones.”

“It’s not the music, It’s the clanking of those weights.”

Jeremy looked back at his weight machine then back to the tiger standing at his door. “You can heat that? Where is your apartment anyway?”

“I live right next door to you, your home gym is right next to our shared wall.”

“That’s Conner’s apartment.”

“Yeah, I know.” She face palmed and sighed, “Jeremy, I am Conner, I had an incident a couple of days ago and now…”

“Woah, are you serious?” Jeremy took a step back, “I didn’t know you could get changed into a chick along with the rest.”

“It was a surprise to me too.” Connie pulled her robe on tighter, “I don’t mind explaining it, but I don’t want to do it in the hallway. Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Jeremy opened the door fully and let the tiger in.

Jeremy’s apartment lacked any posters or other decoration, the only thing on the walls was a TV.

“I don’t want to be a dick or anything, Conner, but you never complained about me working out before.”

“It’s these new ears, they hear a lot better. I was sorting through my dresser when you started working out and the constant clanking was getting to me. Oh, and I’m going by Connie now.”

“Sorry, yeah that makes sense.”

Connie’s nose twitched. The entire room smelled like a young man lived there, unsurprisingly. But there was more on the air. Jeremy had worked up a bit of a sweat and it saturated the air of the small apartment. It didn’t smell bad exactly to Connie, it was hard to explain how she perceived it. Stepping closer to her neighbor certainly made the scent more powerful.

“So, are you completely a chick or…”

“Ah, yeah, no boy bits were left behind.”

“Damn, did it hurt?”

“No, no it definitely didn’t hurt.” Thinking back on her time with Natasha sent a little tingle down her spine. “Overall it was a positive experience. I’m ok with that, and the whole tigress bit.” She brushed her hand over her forehead feeling a little light headed.

“I think you look great, by the way, I think you got some more meat on your bones.”

“Ye-yeah, I guess I did.” Connie said as she started to really look at Jeremy.

She had seen Jeremy plenty of times in the hallway or at parties, but he had always been dressed in normal clothes. Since she had interrupted his workout, he was dressed in a tank top and gym shorts which showed off more of his body than she was used to seeing. It wasn’t surprising that Jeremy was fit, given he made daily use of his home gym set up, but she hadn’t noticed just how attractive he was. Connie couldn’t help staring at his body. Her feet had a mind of their own and she started to close the distance between them.

“Are you feeling ok? If you need a drink I’ve got water in the fridge, or-”

Jeremy was cut off as Connie went up on her toes and pressed in for a desperate kiss. He was surprised but as the tigress wrapped her arms around his body he quickly found himself relaxing into it. Now that Connie was this close, the hormones took completely over. She pulled Jeremy down to the ground. With their mouths pressed together she practically tore at his clothes to get at his body. Jeremy opened and pushed off Connie’s robe. It was fur against skin as they rolled around on the carpeted floor.

Connie reached down and squeezed the bulge in Jeremy’s jock strap, making him moan loudly. She pulled aside the fabric and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Somewhere deep in her mind she couldn’t believe she was actually touching a cock, but that didn’t stop her from stroking the shaft. Jeremy was moaning and breathing heavily as he removed her bra and pressed his face into the white fur of her breasts.

Connie straddled his hips and pulled her panties to the side. She lowered herself down onto his shaft while Jeremy gripped her waist tightly. She let out a low rumbling growl as she was filled to the hilt. The tigress placed her hands on his chest and started to ride him. She was slow but forceful, pushing down hard with every down thrust. Jeremy groaned and held her tight. His back arched up off the carpet as he bucked up to meet her with every plunge.

Connie picked up the pace. She was actively growling now as she was desperate for release. Jeremy was partially scared, but mostly excited as her claws started to scratch his skin. He closed his eyes and just let Connie have her way with him. Her eyes were closed and her fangs were bared. Her toes and tail were curling tightly. She let out a roar that everyone on the floor would have heard as she slammed down one final time. She threw back her head and her eyes snapped open as she felt the pleasure cascade through her body. At first she was locked tight like a statue, before she melted like a puddle onto Jeremy.

She was a panting mess when she felt his hands slowly stroking the fur on her back. As her hormones started to even out, Connie was left to worry about what she had just done.

I can’t believe I just jumped him like that. He didn’t try to push me away though. And his fingers running through my fur feels so good right now. She nuzzled against his chest before slowly pushing herself up.

“Not the workout I was planning on, but I can’t complain.” Jeremy smiled up at her.

She let out a sigh of relief before leaning down and kissing his lips softly. “I don’t know what came over me, you were just too good to resist.”

“Now there’s a compliment I’ll remember.” He chuckled. “Would you mind if we moved to the bed, it would be a lot more comfortable.”

“I could just leave.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” he pulled her head down and kissed her softly.

“Mmm, ok.”

Connie slowly moved to get off of Jeremy. Looking down at his mostly naked body he still looked completely human. He got up and stretched his arms and legs a bit before reaching for Connie. He held her tightly in his strong arms and they shared another kiss before going to his futon. He stepped out of his jock strap and Connie lost the stretched out and wet panties she was still wearing. They curled up together on the bed. Hands ran over fur and skin as they kissed with their legs entwined.

I guess this means I like guys too. Connie thought as she ran her fingers through his hair. I wonder if I always did and just didn’t realize it? I guess it doesn’t matter now.

She stopped dwelling on it, and just enjoyed her time with Jeremy. As they made out on the futon, Jeremy started to get bolder, kissing and touching her with more passion. Before long he had rolled on top of the tigress. Connie had zero compunctions about going a second time. She spread her legs slightly and rubbed up against his rapidly growing shaft. Jeremy gripped her thighs and spread them further before slipping in.

They both let out a long loud sigh as he entered her once again. He rested for a moment before starting to move. Jeremy felt a tingling all over his body, but he chalked it up to a second helping of awesome sex. Connie watched with half lidded eyes as he moved. She ran her hands up his body to his chest, feeling his pulse and the twitching of his muscles.

Neither one noticed as Jeremy's already toned physique started to swell slightly. Dark brown, almost black fur started to climb up his spine and formed a happy trail on his front. From his perspective, Jeremy felt a boost of energy like a second wind. He moved with renewed strength and vigor. Connie closed her eyes and held onto him tightly, she was growling with pleasure, and the sound only spurred Jeremy on more.

The futon creaked in protest from both the physical activity and the increased weight of Jeremy. He had put on at least fifty kilos of weight, making him taller, broader, and more heavily built. Those powerful muscles were being covered in dark brown fur. Jeremy’s eyes were closed tightly shut. He was feeling a pressure on either side of his head building, but was far too lost in the motion to stop now. He let out a loud bellow of relief when it finally popped, not noticing the pair of horns that were now growing out from the side of his head.

With every thrust the frame of the futon was cracking and creaking, while at the same time a tufted tail was pushing its way out of Jeremy’s rear. He gasped for air as his nostrils flared and grew before his nose and mouth started to grow out into a bovine muzzle. This time Connie’s roar was met with a bovine bellow before the bed frame finally gave up and the bed crashed down onto the floor.

The sudden impact of the broken futon bed on the floor, surprised them both enough to actually open their eyes. Connie’s eyes went wide with shock as she looked up and saw what had happened to her partner. Jeremy stared at his arms and chest before slowly turning his head towards the mirror hanging on the wall. He held his breath as he took in the bull staring back at him.

“Oh, oh no…” Connie squeaked from underneath him.

“What?” His ears flicked towards her voice before he could turn his head back. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry, I thought it was safe after the first time!” She looked uncomfortable, “Can you let me up? You’re a lot heavier than you used to be.”

“Oh, oh! Sorry” He said as he moved carefully to get up.

“It’s alright, I’m the one who caused all this mess.” She muttered as she sat up on the ruined futon

“If you’re talking about the bed, that was worth it.” He kept his eyes on the mirror, watching his every movement reflected.

“Not the bed, the whole…cow thing.”

Jeremy looked down in between his legs. Even relaxed he could tell there had been more than a little growth down there. “Well, bull from the looks of it.”

“No kidding.” Connie said, sparing it a glance.

Jeremy slowly got up on his feet then moved closer to the mirror. It had been full length, but that was when he was less than two meters tall. He turned and flexed in the mirror, taking in all the changes. As he did the shock of it all was replaced with admiration

“Wow, I look great!” The bull said with a wide smile on his muzzle. “Just look at this definition.”

Connie slowly got up from the ruined bed and joined him by the mirror. “You aren’t upset about this?”

“Upset about what? Having the best sex of my life, twice, or having the body I never even dreamed I could achieve?"

“What about the horns?”

He took a good look, turning his head slightly from side to side. “I think they’re pretty bad ass.”

“That answer is so…male.”

“So you understand it then.” Jeremy touched his nose gently. “Do you think I should get the nose ring to complete the look, or is that just too cliche?”

Connie rolled her eyes. “I think you’ve had enough body modification for one day.” She glanced around the apartment. “Where did my robe end up?”

“Are you leaving?”

“I left my phone in my pocket and I need to send a text to someone about all of this.” She spotted her robe in a pile near the door and retrieved it. “But I should probably get back to my place.”

“I was thinking of inviting you to dinner, I know this great burger place that delivers.”

“Burgers?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah, that might be a little weird.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Umm, pizza?”

Connie slipped the robe over her shoulders but didn’t belt it. She then walked up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

“Make it Chinese and I’ll stay.”

“You got it.” He placed his hands on her waist.

***

Natasha read the text message and let out a long sigh.

“I warned you.” She said softly as she leaned back into her couch.

Her phone chimed again, and there was a picture of Jeremy, posing with a towel around his waist that was just barely keeping the image from being obscene.

Well, at least he looks happy. Natasha thought before she flicked off the screen. Though at this rate humans are going to be a minority on campus by the end of the semester.

With that thought, Natasha got up to retrieve a bottle of wine and a glass from her kitchen.

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