Come, Drink with Me
#4 of Schism
(cw: cultural appropriation, huge testes masquerading as other things, booze, weight gain, transformation, ass expansion, hyper growth )
Circ's lost, and is happy to accept the offer to sit down and take a drink from a strange raccoon-dog in the woods
Circ staggered into a clearing. His trip to Japan was not going well. He wondered which way was out of this forest, and back to the hotel. He panted, before standing up straight again.
Ahead of him, sitting in front of a stump in the middle of the clearing, was a rotund male, wearing only a loincloth, sitting crosslegged atop a white cushion, the same color as the majority of his fur. He carefully took a gourd off of his walking stick at his side and popped the top off, pouring a thick white fluid into a pair of small tumblers on the stump. The large male looked at Circ for the first time. "Come, traveler. Drink with me."
The cat walked up to the stump and took off his day pack, sitting crosslegged across from his host. "Thank you. Do you know the way out of the forest?"
"I do, but there is no hurry. The sun is high in the sky, and you will not get lost again while it's light. Come, drink." He gestured to one of the two cups, picking up the one nearer to him and drinking with a low rumble.
The feline was doing his best not to stare at the broad male's white-furred gut, which shaked a bit with his every movement. He took the offered cup and sniffed curiously. It was definitely alcoholic, and smelled a bit of vanilla. It was an opaque white fluid, and when he took a sip he found it thick, coating his throat on the way down.
"I do hope it is to your taste."
Circ swallowed again, "Well, it is a good flavor, just quite thick."
The other male smiled and drank his own cup like a shot, swallowing lewdly and casually using his tongue to clean out his cup.
The feline stared, and then his mind drifted from the display to... "Forgive me if this seems rude, but... what are you?"
Pouring himself another cup, the larger male grinned. "Tanuki. Drink up, my friend."
Before he knew what he was doing, Circ's arm had obeyed and his cup was at his lips, and he was swallowing a mouthful of the thick drink. His mind started to swim. Was the fur on his paws always darker than his body? Of course it was. Why did his pants feel so tight.
"Don't feel like you have to adhere to such limiting clothing practices around me. Why don't you just peel them off?" The tanuki spoke smoothly, taking another sip from his cup.
Circ didn't wait, standing up and undoing his pants. He grunted and peeled his pants off his hips, wondering why they were so tight on him all of the sudden. His underwear felt just as restrictive. He thoughtlessly peeled those off as well.
His host watched impassively, pouring the cat another drink, "There, isn't that better?"
The traveller nodded and sat down, his ass hitting the ground sooner than he was expecting, but squishing further. He blinked a bit, but then thought nothing of it, reaching to take another drink, closing his eyes. His tail swayed idly behind him as its fluffy form poofed to proper proportions, and when his eyes opened again, they were behind a facemask.
The tanuki appeared to be appraising the foreigner, before reaching over and offering his jug directly to his guest.
Circ stared, finding himself drooling, and took the gourd and upended it into his muzzle, swallowing greedily, strands of the white creamy booze spilling out the edges of his mouth. As he drank the changes intensified. Grass was pushed down by the widening of the former cat's hips and expansion of his loins. Large heavy testicles rested on the ground between his legs, and threatened to push his hips off the ground as they squished against the tree stump's base. His belly, once trim, was now a classical potbelly, the kind tourists were encouraged to rub for luck. There seemed to be no end to the drink in his muzzle, but he eventually swallowed firmly and held the gourd back out to his host.
The tanuki chuckled and took his drink back from his kinsman, tail swaying a bit. He uncrossed his legs and stood, his sac swinging forward out from where he'd been sitting on it, and walking around to tug the new Tanuki to his own feet. "Now, my friend, you're going to need some help adjusting, so let's get started."
Circ belched and licked his lips, leaning against the white tanuki, "Adjusting to what..?"