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Shift 1.1 - Fantasies

by Apsidalmosaic Dated: 17.08.2014

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--- Part I: Dreams ---

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Prologue

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It was a place beyond time and space. A place that existed somewhere far apart from reality, stretching itself through countless worlds like a vast ghostly blanket. An entity made of divine essence. A location that transcended everything and simultaneously pulled it together; Connected it into an inscrutable knot made from strands of whole universes. A connection that shouldn't be, yet still was. A site of grandeur and locus of legends. A silent watchpoint that stared ever vigilant into the huge iridiscent vastness of life that spanned the multiverse.

It was an office.

Although, coloured in shades of blue and silvery white, it was undeniably belonging to someone important: floor and walls were made of white marble framing a group of black leather seats, arranged in a circle around a small table made of steel, and metal shelves littered with carefully labeled folders amidst a host of flawless classical statues. A set of ornamented columns lined the walls, providing a thoroughfare for a long blue carpet that extended from of a heavy door made of well polished brass towards the center of the room where a huge, curved metallic desk towered in front of a wall that was but one set of huge windows. Windows that opened into nothingness; into a strange white void that drenched the whole room in an alien, featureless white.

A man sat behind the desk as a polite knock echoed through the room. He didn't even bother to look up from the file he held. "You may enter, Marsden". The doors opened faintly, and a small shape slid inside: It was another man, clad in a black suit, whose features were nothing but unremarkable. He carried a folder in one hand and quickly made his way towards the center of the room, never making so much as a single sound in the process. In return, the man behind the desk slowly put down whatever he had read and a pair of ice blue eyes set onto the newcomer - no shred of emotion was visible in them.

"I expect you left him in good care?"

"Yes, Master", the small man replied dutifully.

"That is good." The large black leather seat squeaked slightly as his opponent sat back. He folded his hands in front of him.

"What do you think, Marsden?"

".... He ... is certainly interesting." A short pause as if the man was unsure if he should continue. "...our calculations didn't foresee that. I fear he might become unruly in the future"

A faint smile was visible behind the desk.

"He is young and confused, Marsden. He will adapt. They all did. Just a slight miscalculation - nothing that would significantly change the outcome"

The small man nodded "Certainly, master"

"So, what do you have for me?"

Without one moment of hesitation, the small man opened up the folder he carried and placed it on the desk. The paper showed a large blue circle, cut in two by a black wavy-line.

"There has been a report from the Division - BC, classification 443-CL - there seems to be a consistency break. Their data indicate influence from Iternis. You might want to take a look at this."

The folder was taken up and cold eyes ran across the graphs and numbers, quickly checking every important data point and argument. Only a moment later the man sat it down again. "The Iternis....." his smile had grown. "...a hub..." His hand rubbed along his chin. "....and a succubus of all things". A pause.

"Marsden, are there any other reports?", he inquired sharply.

"No. The other Divisions along the boundary report nothing unusual. Everything seems quiet."

"It looks just like an isolated incident then..."

His finger started tapping on the metal desk.

"Still, why a succubus?", the man asked thoughtfully. "These low-level demons seldom act without approval from above and they surely lack the power to cause a break by themselves..." His hand rubbed along his chin again but suddenly stopped a few seconds later. "Unless...Cex is scheming something..." A gaze as hard and empty as diamonds fell on the man in front of him. "What do you think?

The small man shook his head in return "Unlikely. The realm has been quiet for a while now. We have no indication that he is planning something. Besides, even if he did without us knowing, he chose a really odd way to go on about it. Cex was never really the type for subtle approaches."

His opponent slowly nodded "I concur."

"However....." The man slowly rose from his seat. "...it was good to bring this to my attention, Marsden. This incident requires looking into." He casually picked up a scabbard lying on the side of his desk. It was made of black and blue tiled leather and almost featureless in its appearance. Light reflected strangely as it was yanked upwards in a motion that was nothing but violent in it's precision.

"I will handle this matter personally. Inform the Divisions. I want the hub screened properly and I want to be informed as soon as there are any further developments." The man walked around the desk and approached one of the walls. It held a curved sword, securely held by a pair of hooks that seemed to have grown right out of the wall itself. "You will keep watch on our newest acquisition - our risks need to be minimized."

"Yes, Master"

Silvery blue steel shimmered as the man took the sword from the wall, carefully balancing the sharp edge on his palms. It emanated a sinister azure-blue glow. "You may go now."

The small man nodded faintly and left the room as silently as he had entered it.

Eyes as implacable and cool as a glacier rested on the blade in his hands.

Cex, I certainly do hope you did not just break our agreement....

The sword swung into the scabbard and was dangling from his belt within seconds.

Because if you did....

His smile grew into something vicious

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Chapter 1: Fantasies

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Jayle was excited. This was his day. This was the day he had waited for all his life.

He would finally have sex with his long-time girlfriend Maya. Not the usual kind mind you - he already had plenty of that in the two years they were together - No, no, he would finally

get to live out his long held dream. In real-life. In his bedroom. Against all the odds that had stood against it. Finally. Finally! Tonight, he would experience what I would be like to change;

To have a different shape than he had before. Transforming into something else, while feeling everything: every single bone reshaping, every new tissue of muscle forming, every single follicle of hair sprouting and every nerve connecting to what would be entirely uncharted parts of his new body. Parts he would be only too eager to explore.

A smile crossed his lips.

The change had always intrigued him. Animals, too. And so, he had always dreamed of transforming into, well .... a half-animal-half-human hybrid - as strange and surreal as that sounded. He didn't know why and he didn't know how that came to pass; What was important to him was that he just wanted to feel, to explore such an intriguing new body and put it to good use - which meant for him the deepest depths of sexual pleasure; after all, it wasn't just about the change itself but also what he changed into. And both things turned him on profoundly. That was why their combination had always made him unbelievably horny and dominated his sexual fantasies for close to at least two decades now; lurking there in the back of his mind, ever disappointed that they could not be.

But tonight that would change. He would finally get to have it, despite all odds and the laws of nature that had stood against it, during a night he was sure he would never forget. It was no wonder then, that he had been on the edge this whole day, desperately trying not to get distracted by what was in store for him this evening and somehow hide his excitement as best as possible.

Unfortunately, this had proven to be hard.

Very hard, in fact.

He was currently at his workplace, sitting at one of the large desks made of solid dark wood in the big multi-person office belonging to his employer, the ministry of commerce, occupied with a seemingly endless pile of paperwork he had to sift through. His assignment consisted of checking and validating every single form that had been handed in during the course of the month by applicants wanting everything from approvals to build new houses and open shops down to tax exempts due to accidents. It was by far and large the most loathed and boring task that anyone could have been assigned to do around here. That was also why the ministry decided that everybody should have the opportunity of enjoying it once in a while. He sighed. It was such a drag. Usually, he would have been out in the city supervising the construction sites of new buildings, planning, administering, speaking with the people at work and generally having much much more fun than now. But just today it HAD to be his turn. Even worse, he had to get on with it: tonight would surely come, the goodwill of his boss, however, was an entirely different matter altogether....

He faintly shook his head and carefully fished a new form out of the box in front of him, starting immediately to check the sparsely ticked boxes along with the description whatever applicant number three-hundred-and-fifty-nine was applying for. It seemed some guy wanted to open a new pawn-shop in Jura'el. How someone wanted to start-up a business in that cesspool of a district was beyond him. Well, at least he had the decency of using a typewriter. Sometimes it could take dozens of minutes to decipher what people considered to be hand-"writing". Yet for all it mattered, the form looked legit enough. He took the small round stamp engraved with the official seal of the cities ministry of commerce - a stylized sundisk hanging over a broad tower - pressed it onto the small ink-patch on his desk and...

Stamp

The form was now officially validated. One quick movement later, the paper had made it's way into the folder belonging to the department for housing issues. Time for a new one....

Stamp

and another one....

Stamp

He had always been fair enough to look at: taller than most men, slender with short brown hair and

a good-looking face that he carefully kept clean of any stubbles. People liked him and some even commented on how warm his smile was, on how sincere yet strong he seemed all the time. His girlfriend and to some degree his job filled him with purpose, he liked what he did, what he accomplished and who he loved. So, he didn't have a reason to be uncomfortable by his looks or disappointed in who - or rather what - he was. And he didn't. He was happy. Yet, somehow, the idea of becoming something else for pure fun had always fascinated him and the fact that it wasn't possible to ever obtain it had always frustrated him. It was the one thing he could not achieve, no matter how hard he worked. That last piece of pleasure that he was doomed to miss for all eternity. He had tried to wrap his head around it far too often in his youth, talked to the priests of various gods but they knew no answer about it, as did the alchemists and thaumaturgs from the Board. What did that priestress of Iziel say again?

"Love can come in many ways. Sometimes, they are simply not meant for us mortals to have".

They had glorious sex afterwards; One thing was for sure: those priests really knew what it took to ease one's mind. Still, for all her skillfulness the relief was only temporary and the second he had left the temple, the cruel weight of his burden had pressed down upon him once again.

Time, however, heals all wounds. As the years passed, so passed his fixation and slowly and steadily those dreams and delusions of his faded into obscurity. He understood, that even if he could never get this particular sensation, there were other things to have and to work for. Not merely substitutes but whole worlds in themselves. And, in the end, realism had prevailed and he had resigned, turned his old fantasies into an intriguing mental scenario for lonely nights but nothing more.

Stamp

That was, until a few months ago.

Rumours said, it was a maddened alchemist who succeeded in breaking the laws of the Drive, others said divine intervention from the patron of love himself and again others thought of a secret plot of the government to create either the ultimate soldier or a way to keep the populace under control depending on who you spoke to. Whatever it was, the result was "Shift", a drug that could alter a person's body in ways unimaginable while acting as a strong aphrodisiac in the process. You wanted to have a fun with a perfect muscular body? Shift could deliver. You wanted to be a woman for a change? Take Shift and try it. Changing hair colour or breast size? No hassle. Everything was possible when Shift was involved. And even better: its effects were temporary, lasting not longer than a few hours at most - perfect for a short entertaining kick. Suffice to say, the substance didn't stay where it was for too long and it found its way into the criminal underworld where people didn't hesitate to use its magical properties to make a quick cash.

A lot of cash, in fact.

About half a year had passed since the first rumours about the magical substance had appeared.

The Senate had been fast in declaring it illegal for whatever reason they saw fit. Even many of the priests followed suit and publicly ostracized the users. Yet, its success was massive and it spread through the city like a wildfire, leaving almost no household untouched and no institution untainted. In just a few months, the drug had become somewhat of an open secret: everybody did it but nobody wanted to openly admit doing it.

It was the solution to his lifelong dilemma.

Stamp

And yet, after hearing about it Jayle was flabbergasted at first, then excited, but ultimately ended up wary. Why should such a miraculous substance be banned if there wasn't a catch to it? Was it really a drug, so could he ever get away from it if he took it once? And what about getting caught in the act? He wasn't a fool and although he wanted to try the substance badly he wasn't going to jeopardize his whole existence just so he could get that short-time kick - as much as he had always wanted it. So, he had decided to wait until he knew enough about the substance and it's downsides.

And he waited. Impatiently, sometimes even painfully, but he waited.

It paid off: over the last few months he carefully inquired and found that a good deal of people he knew and respected had, in fact, already tried it and seemingly with ease gotten away from it. Even some of his friends had done it, told him it was an amazing experience to be had. People described it as something akin to alcohol and it seemed that despite the cities efforts to criminalize it, a good deal of pubs had already started selling the stuff in secret over the counter - of course, along with renovating and refurnishing their back-rooms.....

He came to know what exactly he wanted and how he could get it. The only thing left was that he didn't want to do it alone, though: he had to have Maya with him. He loved her with all of his heart and he wanted to share with her those deep feelings of pleasure that he would experience; show her this unknown and wondrous dimension full of exciting novelty he had always dreamed of; wanted her to have as much pleasure as he did. And, of course, there was always much much more fun to be had with another....

So, he reluctantly told her about his fantasies and his plan two days ago and, to his surprise, she agreed without too much of a hassle: "I trust you. And...if it makes you happy, Jey...I will be with you", she had said. And then, she had blushed and told him about how she had always liked cats....

He loved her more than ever after that.

And - Oh! - how he would love her tonight, when her shiny green eyes were framed by fur and a delicate feline muzzle, her tail slowly swinging back and forth on her furry ass while he slowly reached for her pussy, caressing her gently with his paw-pads....

Stamp

He had absent-mindedly stamped a form lying right in front of him when he realized that he had been gazing at the ceiling for more than a few minutes. A scrawny shape stood next to him. It was his Boss, Teal, towering over his desk, regarding him with a sneer painted across his long beardless face, "Jayle, you realize you just approved an empty form, right?" While he casually said so, his smile got visibly broader with each passing second. Startled, Jayle looked down at his desk only to find a big red stamp validating a completely empty form.

Crap.

"ahhhh...." Jayle began but couldn't really finish, his mind suddenly completely blank. "....hhhhhh...." The smile on Teal's face vanished and was replaced by a furrow and an overly concerned look. "Is something the matter, Jayle?" Jayle swallowed quickly "Sorry, sir! I was only a bit in thought. I think I'll just need a short break" Teal's furrow deepened but he slowly nodded, turned away and headed to another desk in the huge multi-person office. Jayle almost jumped from his seat the moment Teal was out of sight and hurried to the small kitchen which was the usual meeting point for taking time off of work and onto the local gossip.

Fortunately, the room was empty. The table as well as the small stove seemed to be unused; the teapot empty. He sighed in relief. This meant he had a few more minutes at his disposal to gather his wits while he prepared himself a cup of myrileaf. And he needed both. That had been too close.

Far too close.

For all that nice facade he usually displayed, Teal was one of most notorious bosses around his workplace: If you ever didn't seem to work and Teal had one of his frequent phases you were in for at least an half-an-hour long speech about the importance of concentrated work or some-such and, much worse, two or three hours of overtime that day. And, for all he knew, that would have been the worst possible thing he needed.

...Crap.

He was jumpy as could be. It was only through sheer luck that Teal was in a good mood today, but that credit wouldn't last long if he repeated stupid mistakes like this. He sighed. Thinking of possible mistakes, he peeked at the big standing clock at the far wall of the office. Crap. He still had almost half a day of work to do....He sighed again.

But, he couldn't stand here forever. There was a drink to be had after all. Casually opening the valve on one of the various copper pipes that littered the wall, he poured some water into the iron kettle and proceeded almost mechanically to fill up the tin-filter with some coarsely crushed reddish leafs. He really needed something like this now, a short leaf-induced kick to restore his focus and allow him to get through the remainder of the day without incident. He placed the kettle on the stove and turned it on. It responded with a thaumaturgic fizzle, sending arcane currents of heat into the unsuspecting kitchenware.

Only a few minutes later the water was obviously ready, the kettle hissing slowly as puffy vapour escaped its nozzle. He took the cylinder and casually placed it on top of the teapot. It took him a few turns of slowly pouring down hot water and waiting for it to sift through the grained leafs, but ultimately, the teapot was full and the room drenched with the delicious smell of the ministries favourite pasttime. With the exceptional speed of someone well trained in the movements, Jayle soon held a large cup of flavoured water. Two small spoons of sugar in, a short stir and his drink was ready.

However, as he brought it to his lips he recognized that the smell was somehow different than usual.

Myrileaf tasted ridiculously bitter each time and could make you cringe from the smell alone if not treated with enough sugar - this one, however smelled a little bit too enticing with a strange fruity aroma that almost made him more awake from the smell alone. Still, variation wasn't uncommon with the leaves and he needed this particular cup to calm this unconcentrated anxiety he had suffered through all day. He proceeded to taste, albeit uncharacteristically cautious. Certainly this wasn't the usual kind of myrileaf the office had seemingly been supplied with since ancient times: instead of mere bitterness it had a note of cocoa paired with something incredibly fruity he couldn't quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, it tasted amazing and he emptied his cup almost instantly in a few large sips the second it was cool enough to drink - he even licked his lips afterwards to get every single spilled drop.

Damn, that had been delicious!

Strange, but unbelievably tasty. And somehow, he truly felt relieved - that drink had put the pressure and anxiousness from his mind and had replaced it with an almost exaggerated sense of determination: there was no way he would allow himself to forgo the pleasures this evening would hold. Not today. He would work diligently and focused - leaving Teal no room for his little games.

He took a deep breath and put the cup down.

Time to put that attitude to the test.

As Jayle was about to turn around, he suddenly faltered and stumbled backwards. A sensation had flooded through his system; a peculiar flash that echoed in his head and sent his unsuspecting mind reeling for a nanosecond. Reflexively, his hand shot to the kitchen counter for support, which was what ultimately kept him from being forced down to the ground by the strange and forceful sensation.

Jayle blinked.

That was.... that was.....

Not nearly as confused as he was, his maleness started to stir in his pants, responding eagerly to whatever had just happened to him.

...amazing.

Damn.

It had felt like a like a miniaturized orgasm, pleasure being pumped into him with a power he didn't expect. And it had left him in a state of heightened arousal, he realized, as his pants steadily pushed outward into a veritable tent. Good riddance he had his back to the door right now - otherwise it would have been a whole new dimension of embarrassment. The strange sensation was completely gone, though. Maybe he was getting sick or maybe it had just been conjured up by his mind in anticipation of this evening he couldn't await? He shook his head. That was probably it. He had been so damn nervous this whole day that his head had started messing up even more. Crap. But he had to calm down now and get back to work before Teal became curious.

He reached into his pants. What he needed was just a small adjustment to get his penis to at least be hidden enough such that he could sneak back to his desk without being called out. Flicking aside his underwear, his hand determinedly grabbed his meat - and he was immediately struck by what he encountered. It was as if every single part of his tool had suddenly become hyper sensitive: he could feel every single vein throbbing under the pressure in his genitals, every ounce of blood being rhythmically pushed through it, and, most importantly, the outlines of his fingers in a clarity he would have never thought possible. An_extremely pleasurable_ clarity. Just the simple fact that his fingers lay on his tool send a shivering erotic sensation through him, it's force comparable as if he had been busy jerking off right now.

The feeling was insane. So insane, in fact, that he just continued to stand there for a minute or so, one hand resting on the kitchen counter for support once more while his other remained deep in his pants. Maybe his mind just wanted to attempt to alleviate whatever was blinding it or it concluded that the sensation was usually accompanied by something else, whatever it was, prompted his hand to slide along his length which elicited an almost painful amount of pleasure that rapidly spread outward from his groin. It felt divinely and as much as he wanted to stop, he couldn't bring himself to keep his hand from going into a rhythm it was far too used to. The need, he realized only in this second he had, was just too strong to resist and within mere moments he had exposed his dick to the unsuspecting kitchen and almost violently started to jerk off. He was actually pretty horrified by the developments - he was at work, standing in the middle of that fucking kitchen being busy going at it. It was only a matter of time before someone would notice. He would die of shame, Teal would be furious, he would possibly be demoted or at least be forced to do paperwork for as long as the next decade - in the very least. He needed to stop. Wanted to stop. But it just felt too good to....

His hip jerked backwards. Another sensation he could only faintly describe as if a lance had been pierced through his insides had descended upon him for as second. Multiple lances, in fact; Radiating off like the sunrays on that bloody stamp where the tower had been replaced by his very tool. There was no pain, though; The only thing they carried with them, was a diffuse sense of pressure and warmth that slowly enveloped his intestines and quickly reached out to the surface right above his groin. For lack of a better word, his skin crawled in response, somehow becoming decidedly different, changing its very nature. As if in trance, his other hand removed itself from the counter to brush along skin that looked so normal yet suddenly felt so strange and misplaced. He tensed up as soon as the first touch hit. The patch of skin had become as sensitive as his tool, even emanated a small amount of the same erotic tingling he knew from his dick - running his fingers across felt nothing short but great and dug themselves deep into his flesh; Every piece of it as clear in his mind as if seen through a looking glass. Pure. Clear. Crisp.

Maddening.

He moaned.

There was something else now, too: small round shapes started to form within these new abnormally sensitive areas, pushing aside the very fabric of his flesh to make room for their strange oblate forms that quickly grew pointed and pushed upwards to the surface like a vast field of blossoming bulbs. There were many. Thousands perhaps, millions more likely, slowly breaking through his skin with a sensation reminiscent of a legion of small painless needles. Hairs, he realized with a weird sense of calmness as a layer of whiteness started to cover his groin. First, it simply looked like an extension of his pubic hair but with a different color, but the hairs themselves were different, shorter, more pronounced and more dense. Within seconds his hand rested among a collection of hair that was comparable to what he had on his head. He slowly brushed across, each hair as perceptive as his skin had been just a moment before.

There was no doubt about it.

It was fur.

That taste!

Somebody must have had spiked his drink with Shift and he was turning into god-knows what.

In his office, of all places so that everyone could see it. Could see him, for his unending shame.

Who did this? Who would....? How could they....? How did they...? But...most importantly, was anyone looking? Did somebody even realize it yet?

His dick hurt from another rush of pleasure.

He had to know.

Panic rose as never before in his life, when he turned his head and glanced over his shoulder.

The door stood completely open, providing a clear view into the large office beyond.

Crap

But instead of disgusted faces there was....

....nothing.

There was not a single soul in sight. The office lay completely deserted with forms, cups, pencils and stamps still littering the desks as if the people had just disappeared from one moment to the next. It was a strange, intimidating view. Yet for all it mattered, Jayle's thoughts were dominated by release: for whatever reason he was hidden away from discovery for now and his throbbing tool allowed no deviation from his current occupation anyway. So, he moaned again as he felt the skin on his stomach shift like his groin did before. But there was more. The feeling slowly started to creep outwards, new fur sprouting along the way as it engulfed his belly button. His hand followed the spread almost mechanically; each new hair he touched, treating him to an insane tingle of eroticism that resonated somewhere deep inside of him. It was bewildering. But, without a doubt, he wanted every part of it.

He smiled, almost laughed, as a slight squeeze with his thumb brought forth a big ball of pre. It quickly got smeared onto his raging fingers. They started to tickle gently in response, the skin on his hand transforming into the same hyper-sensitive flesh that was busy covering his body. Worse, as his hand grew more sensitive, so did the pleasure coming from his perpetual movement: he soon felt like he had two dicks grinding along each other with unparalleled erotic force. In a weird circle of lust more pre immediately spilled out, soaked his hand and intensified the tingling until charcoal black fur sprouted from the sticky skin. His fingertips were pushed apart as his nails descended deeper into the flesh and reconfigurated into small pitch-black claws. The skin on his palm darkened, grew grey and rough in some regions - paw-pads, he knew.

Yet for all the changes, his hand maintained a human shape; wasn't transforming into a paw all its way but stopped somewhere in-between - stayed a human hand but with animalistic features. That was proof enough for what he had feared and craved at the same time: he wasn't just turning into an animal, but the kind of hybrid he had always wanted to be. Someone had known about his kink and given him what he had always wanted - at the worst time possible. But as unsettling as that thought was, the feelings coming from this new hand of his quickly rendered any concern moot: the soft fur that gently brushed against his clothes, his fingertips that enveloped the hard obsidian of his new claws, paw-pads that looked so coarse, yet felt like a velvet sheet caressing his length....

With a silent thank you to whomeever or whatever made this possible, he focused on his torso once more. The white fur had traveled further upwards, his hand now buried deep beneath the shirt he wore. In a moment of absurd single-mindedness, he decided that he needed to see his body in it's whole transforming glory which, of course, meant he had to get rid of all of his clothes that had suddenly turned so very pesky. He tried shaking off his pants and underwear, meanwhile never stopping his clawed hand from running along his sensitive tool, attempted to open his shirt with the other all the while desperately trying to never lose contact with the spreading fur on his stomach in the process.

He wriggled his ass in an almost obscene fashion and his pants slid down. A faint brush against his tool made him shudder as another ball of pre pushed itself from his length. What counted, though, was that he could now clearly see the outline of fur that had begun to seep from his groin onto his thighs, changing colour to the same black that covered his hand.

His shirt proved more resilient, and he silently cursed as one of the buttons flew away with an audible "ploing". Even more so, as he realized in that same instant, that getting his pants off had been a pyrrhic victory: he had forgotten to take care of his shoes first and ended up cursing again as he balanced on one leg, trying to slip out of the left shoe by pushing it down with the right. Expectedly, that didn't work out: He tripped over his pants and fell, crashed down onto his ass, both hands neither able nor willing to cushion the force of his impact. A yelp and the sound of ripping cloth later, he sat on the floor. The hand that had previously brushed through the fur on his belly was now busy rubbing his lower back in some vain attempt to alleviate the pain cursing through his spine. The other, though, still held his tool in its tight grip, rocking on steadily with it's black fur now sticky and soaked with globs of pre. His shirt had been ripped in half as his arm had reflexively shot outwards when he fell and was now dangling loosely from his exposed body. He threw it off in one quick, angry motion and kicked away the pants that were tied up almost painfully between his feet.

Crap.

Or perhaps not?

The fur had travelled upwards and completely covered his pectorals now. It had also spread out onto his back, where the color shifted into the same black as the one on his legs and on his changed hand. What animal was he turning into? The colour scheme he knew - black and white, small black claws. A skunk? Yes that was it. He was turning into a skunk. And a handsome one at that. He ruffled through the fur again. Yes, a skunk-man. Well toned, clad in black and white fur from top to bottom, a huge tail anxiously whipping behind him. He could already see it. Feel it. Those strangely shaped digigrade legs and a handsome snout, long yet delicate, obscuring his human features just enough to be animalistic yet not too much to be just beastly. The bony tissue underneath, the whiskers, the claws, the cool black nose, the extended spine.... he felt his tongue running across that new rubbery nose, felt new muscles twitch, his tail swish - he saw them, things that weren't there before, attached by new nervous connections that he never felt before. That novelty. That intriguing otherness. That pleasure....

His groin spasmed.

Fantasizing about what was in stock for him had led to his dick squirting pre like some sort of underpressured fountain. The continous spill had not only completely soaked the fur on his hand and made his tool look like it had been waxed, but the sticky substance had started to drip down onto his balls. And like his hand before, that heralded another change.

His sack started to tingle as it began to grow the same white layer that already covered his groin. But even as the sensitivity of its skin grew up onto the levels he was by now used to, the change did more: his balls started to churn in a strangely alluring fashion, as if their insides were suddenly under pressure, straining against the confining flesh that held them. It was a feeling that reached deep inside of him and coaxed out a lingering pleasure that made his eyes water from the onslaught. His unchanged hand shot down and began to cradle his orbs, anxiously massaging the sensitive, taut flesh that was busy sprouting hair upon hair right underneath his touch. And while his hand was busy doing so, it brushed against the damp, glistening fur on his other that raged along his dick, rubbing off its slimy content directly into the skin and quickly drenching it; Especially as more and more pre also oozed down on it from above in big shiny droplets. It took only a few seconds for it to change into a semi-paw, too.

Pleasure. Those paw-pads that were busy squeezing his sack or sliding along his length, those hairs

that roughly brushed against those on his groin. Those feelings. They filled him, hypnotized him through touches made of silk; changed him even further as his length started to pulse and somehow, somewhere got pulled at - strained against some unseen force as pre leaked from it even faster than before. He couldn't understand anymore what or why, but his hand was forced off, ended up trembling just outside of range from what was an arcane denial of his instinct that struggled desperately against whatever held it off. His other was busy meanwhile, digging into his sack with a force that almost hurt him, if it weren't for the pleasure that was channeled into him through the hot spheres inside.

He gasped.

The pull had become merciless and his fogged mind barely recognized what happened.

All in all, not only were his foreskin and his balls now covered in the same white fur as elsewhere, but his tool had also grown in size, widening and lengthening until it was a large crimson pole that reached up to his solar plexus and looked and felt even more veiny and sensitive than before. The change had tensed up the muscles in his crotch beyond belief, pressed them together so hard that the need and lust became unbearable.

Yet, for all that tension he couldn't come.

Instead, he continued to pant heavily, still unable to grasp his tool as it lay there buried in his new fur. It was oozing pre as it twitched in a slow maddening rhythm. It seemed to wait for something. Something that would end its pleasurable torture and unleash an avalanche of lust. He grabbed his chest, whimpering in a vain attempt to find what he needed in the solace of his now completely furred upper body. His claws dug into it with force, brushing and kneading, trying to coax out that last erotic tingle he needed. But, eventually, it didn't come from there.

It came from further upwards: the fur that had covered his upper body had already reached his head, had silently creeped up onto his chin and was busy driving the change that ran through him. Hot-spots of prickling tingles seeped in and changed wherever they went until he could feel the very bone under his face shifting, seemingly liquidizing and then recrystallizing into a different form. A strange sensation, underpinned by an unmeasurable sensitivity that made his head swim in fascinated bliss as his tongue started to elongate and his jaw cracked as it slowly extended.

It was his muzzle - the thing he had always been most curious about. His hand shook as he touched his furry cheek. It was warm and felt so serene but he could feel the flesh lengthening violently underneath, straining against the force that was stretching it to fit what his face was about to become. Meanwhile, his pinky came to rest on his nose and he could feel it's texture turn right underneath his clawed hand. It turned rough, rougher than his paw-pads even; Damp like he had caught a flu and his nose was running. Cold like his feet sometimes got during those snowy weeks in winter....but everything just felt so right. So divinely. And as the bone beneath his face rippled and pushed outwards, he was lost in the onslaught of clarity that saw his teeth get sharper and his nose melt together with his jaw into the kind of weirdly enticing novelty he had always waited for. And in that second of felicity he thought couldn't get better, his tool rose - pushed itself upwards like a machine designed for warfare - and fired. Cum flushed through it, widening his urethra in some kind of eery orgasmic wave as it shot a long white volley into the air that missed his head only by a handwidth. Still, some drops landed on his right ear which immediately burned up, grew furry and pointed as it reached upwards - a long soft shape that pierced through his hair, immediately twitching from extended nervous connections that made him feel the tender entirety of its animalistic form.

But that was only a prelude as his tool went on to fire again and again in a somersault of rhythmic pleasure. And each time it did, his face had grown out a little bit more, becoming more akin to the beautiful muzzle he was yearning for. His hand could now grab the side of it, feel the new bone underneath the fur and the flesh that was slowly stretching and eagerly following his extending jaw. Meanwhile, his tongue probed the insides of his changing face, touched his teeth which grew sharper by the minute as it hit so many new uncharted spots and varieties of sensations. Sensations that drenched all the changes with even more pleasure as his tool fired away mercilessly.

But it suddenly stopped.

With an audible crack his muzzle completed it's formation, skin turned sensitive to it's very core from the fur that now covered it. A charcoal black, spread everywhere but for a single white stripe that ran from his rubbery nose all the way to his temple. His left ear twitched into form as it's sibling had done before and his tool spat out a last a drop of cum onto his belly, still throbbing from it's previous duty. He panted heavily, his new tongue hanging out shifted face. This was it. This was the otherness he had yearned for, those structures he had sought. He ran a paw across his muzzle, held the extended bone from underneath, breathed through his nose which suddenly captured so many more scents around him. It was such a joy, such a brilliant feeling to behold. But there was still more he knew. He smiled at at that thought, which in turn only served to entice him even more as black lips and expansive furry skin tensed in myriad novel ways.

He refocused on the rest of his body once again. His fur was spattered by his own cum, which he had not only smeared off of his paws onto his new face but also sprayed in droplets all across his upper body. If it wasn't for the exotic bliss that ran through him, he would have certainly minded but instead he smiled even broader. The fur on his thighs had now descended beyond his knees and was visibly doing its best to reach his feet.

In one slick motion, he shot forward, determinedly hooked his thumbs into his shoes and pushed them off so that they almost flew away. His claws gently cut into the human skin of his feet as he continued to pull his socks off, the fabric of one ripped apart by sharp obsidian horn. But it didn't matter. Especially since his lurch forward had also buried his tool in the fur on his belly in a single pleasurable slide. It seemed as if it had turned accessible for his means again. So, with a palpable sense of excitement he leaned back, rested his head on the floor and grabbed his meat just as his feet started to prickle and turn.

He closed his eyes, and felt his ankle heat up, twist even a little bit as the bone changed in the same way his face had before - like water sinking down in the ground, as the skin above grew sensitive the change slowly trickled inside and made his bone reshape itself, stretch without resolve into a new enticing form. Into something that was better suited for standing on its toes than its sole. He stretched his legs, felt the tense muscle twitch as it was realigned and expanded to keep his new stance balanced. A ripple went through the strained flesh and his toes changed too, ballooned out into large paws while the skin underneath became rough and his toenails became claws that were larger but of the same variety as those on his hand. The feeling as his paws plopped into place was nothing but awe inspiring. Their forms were easily one of the most animalistic pieces he had attained through his transformation and their stretched build send a host of strange sensations to his brain. A wiggle of one of his new toes and he shivered from a squirt of pre that escaped his dick.

But there was still one thing left he knew, perhaps the most inhuman piece of all. He sat up, pressed those new paws to the ground, relished for a short moment in all the novelty that his body offered - furred from top to bottom, a beautiful muzzle, hard yet delicate claws, velvety paw-pads, strong pawed-feet and a dick that was throbbing in excitement of the approaching finishing touch.

Reaching up onto the counter he proceeded to stand up carefully, unsure how to properly balance in this new digigrade stance of his that send pressures up his ankle in ways he had never felt before. But, it turned out far less difficult than he imagined and he quickly stood free of support in the middle of the kitchen: a well-toned entirely naked skunk-man who was busy jerking off a huge red member and who exhibited a curious lack of of tail.

And that was what Jayle intended to get rectified. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait for long: he was standing merely for a few seconds when the tingling fur engulfed his lower back and he could feel its birth - a pleasurable shiver that ran down his entire spine, from his head down to his ass. His muscles tensed reflexively and he leaned forward with a pleasurable growl. He guessed the sound that had escaped his black lips was the mephitian equivalent to the purring of a cat. But no matter, he pushed one palm against one of the white-papered brick-walls for support as the feeling became more intense. He could feel that this time, the bone wasn't simply reshaping itself but really growing out, making a substantial addition to his body similar to his muzzle. It was diffuse at first, just pressure and strange rippling in his skeleton, but it quickly radiated outward forcefully, lighting his whole spine ablaze with a current made of bliss that shot down from the tip of his ears right into his arse and came out on his front - figuratively speaking that was, since the sensation had pushed him right on the verge of another orgasm; It pulled at the muscles in his groin and tightened them painfully like his dick had suddenly been clenched by a huge tool. It would have certainly been painful if it didn't just feel so good - his crimson pole leaked precum steadily while his hand raged up and down on it, his muzzle joyfully distorted by the feeling coming from his backside that took up all of his attention.

His spine slowly started extending itself. It began with a little bit of bone whose hardness pressed against his skin from the inside, created a small budding sac that grew wider and wider as the bone reshaped - until there was no more space and the skin suddenly seeped downwards like it was fluid, forming a fleshy tube that filled itself with vertebrae upon vertebrae while muscles and sinews connected themselves with an impossible clar_ity seeping into him through his hypersensitive flesh that suddenly started tickling, tickled as it was pierced by fur, still strained by new bone arriving, pushing downwards while it grew wider from muscles and tissue and nervous connections and his paw-pads rubbing his tool, spastic pleasure running through him as there was more tail and more bones and more nerves and more feeling and more of all, too much of all, too much of tail that still pushed and too much sensation as if he exploded. Wanted to explode. Would explode. And exploded..._

He spattered the wall with a torrent of white salvos, each single one enhanced by the feeling of an exciting new centimeter of tail growing out right behind him. It was a feeling unlike everything today compounded by what was his longest climax - a minute or more where one shot just followed another in a rhythm that could have been a seizure due to its violent intensity.

But it came to an end as his tail almost plopped into its final form and started growing out its fur in earnest. So, when the last globs of cum shot from his loins and he faced the end of his orgasmic bliss, a tingling radiated from his latest addition - a warmth that caught him gently as he felt the long haired pelt on his tail forming, one hair at a time. He realized only after a minute of relishing in that feeling, eyes closed and still leaning forward against the wall, that it was almost gone, that he was almost finished. And as soon as the thought concluded, it did cease, leaving behind only a collection of weird sensations from a body that was so similar and yet so new.

He opened his eyes again and saw his tongue hanging impossibly far out from his muzzle as his lungs filled eagerly. It seemed he had been panting the whole time. As he pulled his tongue back to where it belonged he also realized that his hand - or should he rather call it paw at this point? - was still clutching his tool tightly and was now even more completely drenched with his juices, some big white globs oozing downwards on his fur slowly....As was the case on the wall in front of him. The white painted brick wall that had turned some sickly shade of gray over the ages had been properly treated by an amount of seed that he didn't think he was ever able to produce much less shoot out and most of the wall was now shimmering in a fresh, glistening white. It was thoroughly disgusting, especially since his left hand-paw rested deeply among it. Reflexively, he jerked back and straightened up, making his new tail bob excitingly on his ass in the process. Right, his tail! He needed to try it out! Focusing on the muscles in his new appendix he found that they really responded as he wanted them to: he made his tail swish slowly, felt its inertia as it moved from side to side and how its motion pulled at his spine. He raised it up and down, realized he could almost completely lift it up onto his back. Finally, he coiled it around him, placed it right in front of him and gently ran his paw across its lush pelt. He didn't care about the jizz present on his hand and body anymore and proceeded to grasp it with both hands, pulled and pressed on it to validate its existence. Damn, he really had a tail now! He really was a skunk-man! He just had the greatest fun in his life!, he thought as he made his tail twitch in excitement. And there was still so much more he could do with it, experience with it....and with his whole body, in fact, as he felt his ears twitch, his tongue shifting around in his muzzle, his new paws securely providing his footing......

Somebody giggled.

Startled like not many times before in his life his head shot up. He had almost completely forgotten about the situation he was in and in that split second before he knew what was happening, all his fear and anxiety struck him with one huge blow - he was still at work, still here when somebody seemed to have planned for him to change like this. But why? Who could do something like that? What could they do that for? What sinister motives could they possibly have? And ho....

Wait.

Maya?!

Not only was his girlfriend the one who had loudly giggled and was now leaning rather casually against the door-frame but she had also changed. Quite significantly, in fact. What had once been a small and slightly plump human girl was now a lithe, entirely furry, grey-squirrel-morph. Her eyes were framed by a cute muzzle complete with the typical buck-teeth of her species, round ears at the top of her head and a tail that was as large and fluffy as his own. Her enticing, slim and athletic body was completely nude and showed not only that her breasts had grown into the kind of handfuls Jayle always wanted but had also multiplied, with two other sets added just below the original one. It was truly a sight to behold and one that left Jayle immediately speechless.

Maya meanwhile noticed his expression and smiled in her typical way somewhere between shy and provoking.

"Surprise!"

"Maya...darling....what....?"

She giggled quietly "Thought, I'll prepare this special event for you; wouldn't want you to wait till the evening now, would I?"

"But....how did you....?"

She shook her head "It's not important, now". She wiggled against the door-frame in an extraordinarily sensual manner, arching her back a bit to emphasize her impossible sextet of boobs. "I need you now, Jey."

Jayles thoughts were racing at this point. It didn't make the slightest bit of sense after all yet he saw himself slowly walking towards her. Her body was just such a perfect shape, her additions such a perfect mesh with everything he wanted that he simply needed her. His dick also, which despite being emptied just mere minutes ago rose to hardness again.

He clutched her furry thighs with his paws, ran them across her butt which felt firmer and yet so much softer than before, the underside of her tail tickling him on his arms before he lead them back to the front, carefully squeezing the lowest pair of tits she had. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless at this moment. She was what he wanted at just this moment more than anything.

He raised his eyes, ready to kiss her with the purest form of passion. But instead, he looked into the almost mole-like face of a bespectacled and rather ugly man. A mocking smile greeted him. "You know, Jayle, while I see that you are having fun there, you might want to turn that thing off before it explodes"

Jayle blinked.

The kettle hissed angrily, steam pouring out of its vent like there was no tomorrow.

Crap!

He shot off from the wall he had leaned on for the past minutes and quickly emptied the boiling water into the cylinder, carefully putting the exceptionally hot kettle back on the cold plates when he was done. He finished with an annoyed sigh as he ran a hand over his temple.

"Today's your day, huh?"

"Heh, how could you tell?" Jayle answered sarcastically.

"Hmmmm....for instance by the look Teal gave you just a few minutes ago" he pointed at Jayles groin "...and judging from that tent in your pants right now"

"Oh crap..." He quickly reached down and adjusted the veritable bulge inside. He felt a tiny drop of wetness trickle down his leg in response. "Dammit Marlon....that was a rhetorical question...." he muttered with his palm lying on his face in some vain attempt to hide from the enormous embarrassment he felt.

He was lucky, though: Marlon was not just a co-worker but a long-time friend of his, too. In fact, he was the only one of his friends except Maya that knew of tonight and his particular interest. Yeah, he was a huge snarky asshole often than not, but he was also a person fiercely loyal to his friends and a person one could talk to. And some venting was exactly what Jayle felt he needed right now.

"I know. But...damn I haven't seen you that off in years. Gotta use that chance when it presents itself...". As he continued his expression shifted to something less mocking and more understanding. "Seriously, is it really that bad?"

"You bet. Stamped an empty form right under Teals nose just now."

"Ouch....and you are still alive?"

"Yeah I'm a lucky bastard, I know" His hand brushed over his temple. "I'm telling you, those daydreams will get me today. No matter how I try I simply can't get my mind on not thinking about tonight. And If I'm messing up even more...." Jayle sighed in exasperation. "But I'm just so fucking.....horny...you know?"

"Well, that was honest." He grinned - that didn't bode well. "You know what I usually do when I'm in that kind of rut? I'll go and get me some tail! I'll bet if you look closely with those eagle-eyes of yours you'll be sure to spot some strong-willed vixen , a graceful doe or simply one nice, well-toned ass and end up having some fun together... doggystyle!"

Jayle looked at him sourly.

"Wow, you really deserve an award in creativity for that....in being an asshole!"

Marlon laughed heartily "Aww sorry but that was just too good a joke to pass on..." He scratched the back of his head. "No...the only the real thing that can get you off of that is to get home as soon as possible. There is really no alternative if you ain't out to work till midnight. How about asking for sick-leave?"

"Have you ever tried that with Teal? Lana did once and guess what?" Jayle straightened himself and wagged his finger in the air while he spoke in an exaggeratedly judgmental tone - the perfect Teal impression. "But Lana! Our work here is important and we are a team! Everyone has to work together! We can't manage to just leave some work unfinished...." When he was done he continued even more sourly than before "No chance".

"Woah Teal's even more of a jerk than I'd known...."

"Yeah, that's why I'm always puzzled that you two don't like each other."

This time it was Marlon's turn to look sourly. But instead of a witty retort as Jayle would have expected the man replied with a harmless yet serious question. He was obviously thinking about something.

"Do you think that Teal would deny you any sickleave even if your work would get done?"

"I don't think so. We checked the statutes afterwards and it says something about "sufficient reasons" which are checked by the workers council. Teal would have a hard time justifying more than the typical workload if the stuff would get done anyway. Why?"

Marlon looked at him with a far more thoughtful expression than usual "Well here's the thing: my shift ends in about half an hour and.....oh I'm so gonna hate myself for that..." He sighed "I could take over your work for today and you could get home - I can make do"

"Wow......you'd do that?", Jayle asked evidently surprised. Nobody liked to do the paperwork. Ever.

Marlon shrugged "Well, what can I say...I'm a nice guy...and you have been going on about today for weeks. Besides, nobody deserves to be involved in Teals little annoying games" He paused and put on an evidently faux innocent expression "I also might just happen to not be entirely sad if I had some excuse to not be at home as early as I thought today...."

Ah so that was it.

"Your parents in law are in town again, eh?"

Marlon nodded with a smirk "Yeah....."

"Well, Fuck....but damn....I'd owe you one for that Marlon!"

He shrugged again "Awww...we are friends after all, right? Don't mention it."

He pointed at the door behind him. "Let's give Teal a visit before he starts missing us"