Hyena Falls
A quick story written whilst on holiday. Inspired somewhat by a friend.
The checklist was correct -- finally. It wasn't merely a single sheet of paper on a clipboard, it was a living, breathing document that was the sum total of hours of work. It was the master document that governed the upcoming event. All events had to have one and it was Craig's job to make sure that this event's was correct. Several hundred pages of hard copy printout plus a backup in a fire safe in the office.
Craig was a ferret, a rich mocha colour with dark brown paws, a pale and impossibly scruffy patch ran from his chin down his front -- not that you could see under his immaculately presented suit. His wide, flat glasses ran perpendicular counterpoint to his tall, long figure. Craig was meticulous. It was his nature. Organised. Busy. A stereotypical ferret if ever there was one. He handed the paper copy to the on-site office, but kept his own digital one on an iPad tucked under his arm.
He only had to organise a few big events each year, but he was always obsessively well prepared. The company he worked for was, through a series of well placed acquisitions, now quite substantial and it meant he was able to travel to a few key locations worldwide to prepare major exhibitions and conferences. He didn't own a single penny of it, but he'd been there a few years and risen through the ranks enough to know he was happy in his role in charge of events, but nothing more than that. He got to be on the ground and busy all year round.
The event he was at now was some local industry conference. It wasn't huge, but it was growing into something big and they were going to need an experienced person to help steer it into what it was obviously trying to be. He was fully in control and that meant everything to him.
He patrolled between the event office, the exhibition hall and the conference spaces. There were meetings with conference centre, the hotel and a few delegates. He met with the industry organisation's top brass and oozed confidence and made them feel at ease, took them to the bar and chatted for a while.
Everyone was busy with their things, check marks were appearing on the master list and things were all going to plan. The delegates had done their sessions; someone had to be gently prodded awake after falling asleep during a plenary discussion. This wasn't a genuine issue, but it did mean another event afterwards had five minutes less to prepare -- Craig marked a note against the session runner for future reference: "potentially dull session, perhaps suggest alternative next year?"
All he had to do was get through the social dinner parts -- he wasn't great at social occasions and was quite a lightweight drinker. He had a few awful run-ins with alcohol during his university days and tried to avoid it now. Alas, events such as these had a certain expectation on him to get in and socialise with the important delegates. In some cases, the future of the contract depended on it.
Craig returned to his room to get changed into his formal attire. He had a few hours before the meal was to start but he needed to be down there to oversee the setup -- one of the perks of being the event organiser is you get a room upgrade to a huge multi-room suite, but the downside is you're too busy to get any real use from it.
He pulled off his clothes, poured himself a glass of the complimentary water -- it was nice to see housekeeping had bothered today, as there wasn't any there when he arrived yesterday -- and went to freshen up in the shower. Beforehand, he looked at himself in the mirror to examine his body and remind himself of his physical inadequacies. He'd always yearned to be bigger, broader, stronger -- but it was not to be, his genetics prevented it. He cupped his manhood and sighed, also disappointingly average for a ferret.
He showered uneventfully and dried off as best he could. He was getting distracted by an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach -- he could not afford to have an off stomach tonight, so he rummaged though his possessions for antacid tablets and took a few of them with water. He'd try to nip that in the bud now and maybe avoid alcohol for the night.
On went his suit and he left his room for the dinner. Setup was performed adequately, the drinks were served as delegates sat themselves in their places. There must have been nearly six hundred people in there - and no matter how much fragrance is applied, there's no denying the smell of hundreds of assorted animals of different species. Alcohol would definitely help most people get through this. Craig's stomach growled ominously as he reached for a bottle of wine and decided against it.
Other than his upset stomach, everything was going to plan nicely -- his checklist had drawn to the end of the event with most everything checked off and all that was required now was to get the post-dinner speech and toasts out of the way and he could do the briefest amount of socialising before heading to his suite. As the first toasts got underway, there was a terrible lurching sensation in Craig's tummy and he suddenly felt like things were about to turn nasty.
He made his excuses, handed over his checklist to his second and made for a prompt exit to the bathrooms just outside the event space. As he got in there, he felt a tightening around his chest as it started to press against his shirt. He stopped and looked in the mirror and saw his eyes were slowly turning from the milky blue they normally are to a rich amber colour. His fur was shifting as well and there was an awkward stretching feeling as his hips and stomach lurched into a much different, larger shape. Craig started to panic -- he was changing somehow and the loss of control of the situation was freaking him out.
He decided he shouldn't be anywhere public and made his getaway from the bathrooms towards the hotel room -- he opted against taking the lift and instead went for the stairs, bounding up the two at a time as his legs started to thicken and grow. Something was really wrong and he broke out in a cold sweat, each pair of steps became easier until he could hit a third with each stride easily. Next noticeable thing was the seams on his shirt and trousers beginning to bulge and rip open as his now muscular thighs tore them apart.
Craig burst through the doorway to the stairs on the top floor and almost bashed his head on the ceiling. As he stumbled to his bedroom door, he fumbled with the key, now seemingly so tiny in his giant, changing paws. Somehow he managed to open the door with it and squeeze himself in through the door into the open plan living space that made up the bulk of his suite. He fell onto the floor, feeling himself lengthen and bulge, his clothes now ripping away as he grew out of them.
Now in the privacy of his room, he found the sensation somehow giddying, the idea that he was no longer the gangly ferret and now this something other - even if that other was now probably approaching nine feet tall and couldn't fit through a doorway in any direction. It was almost arousing to think he was reshaping almost perversely into something he had only fantasised about. Craig propped himself up on his elbows, almost knocking the light fitting and caught his reflection in a mirror and grinned. Hyena. He was now a tawny, spotted hyena of massive proportions. He was muscular, broad, slightly rounded across his middle and the scraps of clothing at his crotch were not doing the best job of containing an excess of extremely girthy junk.
The massive hyena laid himself down, now filling the room quite impressively, all furniture pressed up against walls as he spread out. Not caring at all anymore, he tore off the remaining scraps and started to fondle and grope at the huge handfuls of enormous length and without much effort at all it responded by engorging with blood. Craig began to squeeze and grip at himself, enjoying the sensation of a thick member in his paws and started to stroke away. He moaned happily in pleasure and then moaned once more at how deep and throaty he sounded. All of these changes were pushing buttons he didn't really appreciate that he had.
Untroubled by anything, Craig set about pleasuring himself, his fist working along the huge meat and his free hand roaming along his gently portly tummy and chest. He writhed and sprawled, filling what seemed at first like a huge suite, but now barely contained nearly two-storeys of hyena. He lost himself so deeply that he didn't notice when the veins on his huge meat started to pulse and it was only when his heavy nuts pulled up close that he knew he was about to have the most incredible climax.
Letting out a huge grunt and a wavering moan, he fired the first shot of his orgasm with such speed that it left a dent in the ceiling, the next few shots splattered up and over his head against the window. Thereafter, it pumped eight more sticky loads all across his muzzle, chest and tummy before beginning a hefty oozing. He lay there panting and twitching in the afterglow.
Craig took a moment to come around, but it was to the sound of hammering on his door and someone shouting if he was okay in there.
"Uh yeah, all good thanks!" He called back, hoping it wasn't anyone that knew him and would know that the voice that answered probably didn't belong in this room. There was a quiet affirmation and then the sound of footsteps walking away. Craig sighed heavily in relief. He rolled himself over on to his side and suddenly became aware of how much mess he'd caused. He was still huge, but all the furniture was knocked over, there was thick masses of cum on the ceiling and he'd managed to crack the window with some. He grinned to himself and smeared the mess on the ceiling around a little, taking a finger to his maw to taste himself and happily murring enough to cause the floor to vibrate soothingly.
It was not long before he fell asleep right there.
On his waking, he was disappointed to find the effect had worn off and Craig had returned to his normal size and shape. Also his normal behaviour had returned and he shot bolt upright in panic and scanned the room. Chairs, sofa, TV all scattered around the floor by the edges of the room. One window was cracked and sticky. The lampshade had been flattened against the ceiling and held in place by semen. His empty stomach lurched at the damage.
He straightened the room as much as he could. As he was tidying up, he noticed the water bottle in the corner of the room and picked it up. The label read 'Hyena Falls - for the greatest refreshment'. He blinked, understood immediately what had happened and put the bottle and contents into his bag, grinning.
He grabbed a quick shower, dressed casually and made a hasty exit. He dropped his key in the quick check out box and headed to his car. Before setting off, he sent a quick email to his team about feeling unwell last night and made a note for himself to change the venue for next year. The event had somewhat outgrown the space available.