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Breaking news broadcast, April 26th 2025 9:15PM EST

...If you're just joining us, what we're showing you right now is a live shot of downtown Atlanta Georgia where a major terrorist event has brought the entire city to a stand-still. Just after sundown this evening a sizable group of heavily armed individuals stormed the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention headquarters, killing dozens of Security and National Guard personnel and wounding an unknown number of workers. It is estimated that an upwards of 150 assailants were killed and the remnants of the attacking force remains at large. We're now gonna go live to Destiny Carter in Atlanta... Destiny? ...

"Childs, the Atlanta P.D. has set up a cordon around the area, and they are not allowing anyone to get close enough to observe the damage to the C.D.C. building itself. We've seen dozens of ambulances pour in and out of the area in the past hour, and just moments ago a group of US Army Blackhawk helicopters landed just inside the campus..."

Oklahoma City, May 3rd, 2025. 8:15AM

James Walker was tucking his shirt into his pants while looking in the mirror, knowing something was.....off. Was it his tie? His badge maybe? He wasn't sure. He'd gotten his hair and beard clipped the day before, not that it was needed really, he just wanted to make sure he was looking his best at his new posting at the department. He blinked when a pair of dark-skinned arms wrapped around his middle and hugged from behind. Smiling, he turned. "Didn't mean to wake you, sorry hun." He spoke softly with a bit of a sheepish smile. Janice Walker, his wife, returned the smile sleepily, as she tied her robe securely. "Don't worry about it and for goodness sake James, calm down. You're going to do good today I know it." She said with both love and conviction in her voice as she reached and adjusted James's badge. She saw her husbands' eyes wander over to the dresser and to a photo. There were four guys, all in Army fatigues, laughing and grinning in front of an M1A3 MBT. Janice sighed softly and cupped James' cheek. "Earth to James, hello?" She spoke gently, knowing that his mind had drifted back in time, back to the battle of Baja.

Shaking his head lightly, James turned back to see his wife looking at him with concern. Her dark brown eyes then softened as she spoke gently. "Honey, you know you got to keep your head on straight if you're going to do good here. Just relax. That war is in the past and YOU are here, with me and the kids. Understand?" James could not help but smile and nod. Leave it to Janice to keep his head on tight. "Heh, don't worry. I'll be fine, just some old ghosts is all. YOU are the one that gets to have all the fun. Just think.....All the people that can't operate an ATM, asking all the stupid questions....." He said with an impish grin. Janice smacked his shoulder and glared while he snickered and ducked back. "James, I swear if you don't get your butt gone I'm gonna kick it ALL the way to the precinct!" The woman growled out....though more in playful frustration than actual anger. Bursting out into a fit of laughter, James darted out of their bed room and into the kitchen where his five-year-old daughter and nine-year-old son were eating breakfast. The small TV on the counter was on and turned to a news station. He kissed their heads quickly and said his goodbyes before exiting the house to head to his first day on the force. Janice watched him go from the window, waving at his car as it backed into the street before she turned and looked curiously at the news. The anchors were still talking about the huge break in at the nanite storage facility in Atlanta the week prior. It had been a blood bath with hundreds dead including a full company of the Georgia National Guard. The nation had been on high alert since then, but it was mostly back east. It wasn't like they'd go deeper into the nation, not with so many people out to get them. She just worried what they'd do with the little machines.

Oklahoma City, May 3rd, 2025. 11:45AM

James was having a surprisingly good first day on the force all in all. He'd been partnered with an older Air Force veteran named David Kingston who'd been with the department since 2009. The two had hit it off greatly with some good-natured ribbing back and forth with James calling David a Chair Force jockey and the older man firing back that James was an Army puke who couldn't shoot straight. The day was slow so far with two speeding tickets and a break in that turned out to be a false alarm. With lunch coming up, the two were on their way to a fast food shop closer to the precinct. Stopped at a traffic light, behind a long line of cars, the older man turned and glanced James's way. "So, what was it like? In Baja I mean. Last time I was in the sky was Iraq, back in 07." He spoke quietly, remembering his days high above it all. James was quiet a moment before he spoke, his voice heavy. "It was bad. I was in B company, 1st Battalion, 252nd Armor. Was the gunner in Hammerhead during the last push by the cartels. My unit was held in reserve during the first days of the battle, so we didn't see any action when they hit us with those cruise missiles. But we got sent to the front when the Mexican 1st ID got wiped out just to the south." James shook his head sadly and sighed as David pulled the car up a bit further. The light turned red once more and the line of traffic stopped, snarled again in the dinner rush. The younger officer continued as he watched the cars roll by up ahead. "They hit us in strength. T-90s, Leopards, even a few older Abrams. The cartels were just throwing their men at us in waves and I remember running out of ammo for the coaxial MG right before High COM authorized the use of massed arty to our front. Bastards ran right through the barrage and into our lines. I'd just scored my....fifteenth, or was it the sixteenth kill maybe, when something hit us. Blew the engine and tore up the turret ring. We were out of action so the commander ordered us out before we brewed up. Paul Gaskins, our driver, took a fifty cal to the head and another round found my knee when I was crawling out." James paused and swallowed heavily as his mind was taken back to that fateful day. He gave a snort as the light turned green and David pulled out onto North West 23rd. "Three days later I'm in Atlanta, one of the first people to get the nanite injection. Hurt like a bitch but...." James patted his leg and grinned. "....damned if they didn't fix me up like new." They both shared a good laugh at that. As they were coming close to the university. The older veteran was just about to speak when the radio in their car came to life.

"Attention all units, code 3 at the corner of I-235 and North West 23rd street! Multiple shots fired, backup requested!"

David let out a curse and gunned the engine while James hit the lights and siren. They were already heading that way and were just passing the University of Oklahoma City. The older Air Force vet grunted as he swerved the squad car around an SUV. "Well, this is going to be one hell of a way to start your career. Just remember that this ain't the Army and you'll do fine." David's voice was a bit more gruff and to the point, no doubt a hold over from his days flying CAP missions overseas. James nodded in response and gulped. He remembered his family back home, his wife and two kids. He'd moved them to this city for a better life....Now he wondered if that was the best idea. 'No' he thought. 'Working 60+ hours in a factory while the kids are forced to stay indoors cause all the gangs? Fuck that! This is bad....but it beats Chicago.' More chatter came from the radio as David kept swerving around traffic. They were close and the cars were stopping up ahead. James could see several squad cars blocking the street and a huge black semi was pulled into the road. He gripped his pistole in its holster as he saw two officers hunkered down behind a car. His hands itched and he missed the controls of his tank. He wanted to call back to Charlie, the loader, to ram a HEAT round into the breach....but Charlie wasn't there and this was not Hammerhead. He was a cop now, and his main gun was a simple little 9mm Glock. The older man spun the wheel and hit the brakes, making the squad car skid to the side and stop before he and James jumped out, pulled their weapon's and darted to cover at the closet car to get an update. As he ran, James heard a small caliber weapon rattle off a few rounds on full auto. It sounded like an MP5 to his ears. 'Great, these are NOT normal perps.' The officer by the car they had dashed to looked over and nodded. It was Sargent Mack Phillips, whom James had met this morning.

"Stopped the rig for speeding and these idiots started pouring out of the back. At least eight of them, all with full auto's. They can't shoot for shit which is a God send but there's something in that trailer. Three of them are in there right now. Already called it in and we're trying to get S.W.A.T. and Bomb Squad out ASAP. If you can David, take the rookie and swing south under the bridge and see if you can take down the guy with the AK. He's...." The sergeant was cut off as the man in question rattled off several rounds wildly while moving over to the sidewalk. He was screaming something that James could hardly make out, something about the end of the world. Biting his lip, James looked back to the others. "That guy is firing all over the place. If you could get his attention, I could swing round to the north and get a good shot. Any others that way?" The sergeant shook his head. "Officer Collins and I've already dealt with them. They just.... charged. Two of them could not even get their guns to fire. Whoever these guys are, they got way more weapons than brains." The sergeant's voice was low and filled with both confusion and worry. After all, it was not every day that a suspect would simply charge through a hail of bullets.

James pulled a face. He knew all too well those kinds of people. He'd seen it first hand in Baja. He took a breath and looked at the two others who nodded and rose up, firing their pistoles. The suspect ducked behind a sedan to avoid the incoming rounds though a couple did find their mark in a thick set of armor. Sprinting North, under the overpass and to a street sweeper, James peeked around the rear of the truck Spotting the man with the AK, James narrowed his eyes as he quickly took stock of the sight. The suspect had armor on his front.....but his sides were exposed. Likewise, he wore some sort of face shield but nothing on the sides. James wasted no time in lining up a clear shot to the gunner's exposed side. As the man's weapon fired once more at the line of cars, James fired. The simple 9mm round tore into the suspect's ribs and most likely hit his spine as the armor-clad man slumped to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. James looked at the sight for a moment before ducking back behind the street sweeper and keying his radio. "Suspect down....I don't see any others." He closed his eyes tightly as he waited to hear back, praying that the others were ok. "We're good here. Nice shot rook, head back and we'll see about getting...." Sergeant Phillips never got a chance to finish his words as the trailer exploded with a deafening boom. James fell to the ground and curled into a ball for a second before peeking back over his shoulder. The rig was gone, and debris was raining down but there was something else. He could hear alarms and cries of distress all around.......but there was also a buzzing sound.....A metallic buzzing like small gnats in the evening only a lot louder. Then he saw it, up in the sky where the cloud from the explosion was still rising, a cloud of grey was swirling. James was stunned at the sight until the 'cloud' shot downward like a waterfall and surged out in all directions. He heard screams and what sounded like crunching glass but one of those screams was his own as he threw up his hands just as a cloud of grey covered him. He thrashed as.... something was covering him, pushing into his mouth, his nose, his ears. In a panic, he thrashed and screamed......but his voice was.... different. He felt the darkness close in and he thought about his kids. Would they understand? Would they ever recover? Would they.....why were they different? For a moment, they.... looked like something different. And then his wife, why.....did she have what looked like fur?! No....she had skin, she was not some....animal!! She was.... There it was again, Janice's body slowly melted and reformed into that of.....a dog? A cat? What the hell was happening!? As he finally lost consciousness, he felt his chest tighten.....becoming squeezed, and he screamed inside his mind at the chaos that was assaulting him.

Oklahoma City, May 3rd, 2025. Five minutes after detonation.

James's mind was foggy, like he was in limbo between the waking and dreaming realms. He could hear muffled sounds which became much clearer as he focused on them and feel wind on his chest.....but something was off. Why was there so much 'chest' being tickled by the air? His eyes opened and he saw the blue sky marred by black smoke and grey masses like clouds flittering this way and that. He groaned and then froze. It was not a normal groan, but a growl that escaped his mouth, his muzzle.....His what? Why did that word form in his mind? Confused, he slowly pushed himself up, eyes closed as he felt clothing strain against his legs, his rear and his.....He opened his eyes and looked down only to gasp. That morning he'd dressed in a pair of black cargo pants that were a bit baggy on his frame. Now, those same pants were bursting at the seams! The reason was his thighs were larger, thicker, shapelier as they led down to a set of animalistic feet that were in the shape of a dog's......a fox. There it was again! His mind reforming words and meanings out of the blue! His shoes had split apart and the laces has simply burst as his feet... no, his paws, grew. The socks were still intact though James could see small blunt claws poking out of the fabric. He looked back up to see his underwear showing where the crotch of his pants had seemingly exploded though he was not able to see clearly as something blocked his sight, two somethings. A pair of breasts that were large enough to be considered big on a porn star, sat upon his chest! They were huge, easily in the E range if not larger. Mouth agape, James slowly raised a hand to poke the creamy white furred mounds. This is where he saw his hand was now covered in grey and brown fur and his fingers were a bit thinner as well. Gulping in fear at the feminine looking, fur covered hand, he gently poked the side of his right breast and grunted. It was his alright. Or was it now her's? On that, his brain could not come up with an answer, but he could feel the gears turning as something worked to 'rewire' things in his head.

"Oh my God.....The hell?! What happened to my voice!?" The sound that was heard was high pitched and feminine but with slight hint of a rough quality. James put a slim hand around his neck before nearly sobbing. What had happened?! What had he become!? What..... He had leaned forward and heard a loud rip as the seat of his pants burst apart and exposed a large bubble butt and an overly fluffy tail to the open air as they blew apart his boxers as well. That was nearly too much to bare, but he pushed his breasts aside, praying that he'd still BE a he.... and froze. There were his balls, only they were now several sizes larger! They were as big as grapefruits! But....where was his..... He then spied a heavy tube-like growth, thick as a soda can and covered in extra soft white fur that was laying limply atop his downright comically sized sack and blinked. 'Ok' he thought, 'No female...or male in the world has a set of nuts THAT huge'. He then shifted, ripping the legs of his pants open as the thighs hardly twitched. They'd been ready to burst and now were little more than scraps as they fell away to expose the plump thighs. His legs were grey and rust red, that faded into brown as it neared his.....her.....new feet. This held James's attention for a couple moments but.....there was something under him, something..... "Oh, Come on! Do not tell me I have that too!" James growled out, feeling a set of soft, plump lips move over the canine teeth that had replaced the normal ones. He...she.....no shi, that sounded...right in his/hir mind for some reason, ran a hand down to hir side, over a set of flared hips and an ass that was large, fat, and yet firm at the same time. Shi leaned and pushed further before freezing, hir fur all standing on end as hir fingers found an opening where one should not be. "Oh.....Fuck me." Hir voice was hardly a whisper and was filled with no small amount of fear.

James pulled hir hand away and gulped, hir mind racing with worry and yet......shi wondered why. Shi always been like this of course......No, that was not right! Shi was human, a man! But.....Shi thought back to the photo on the dresser back home.....And as shi conjured up the memory, shi whimpered in fear at seeing an overly sexualized version of some.....fox, human hybrid in hir mind. It was wrong! It had to be! Shi gripped hir head and growled a bit before a yell cut James off. It was from the line of patrol cars. Slowly getting to hir new paws, with hir long and fluffy tail twitching behind, shi looked down at hirself and grumbled. Hir clothes were hanging on in shreds, leaving most of hir new and exaggerated dimensions on full display to anyone who cared to look. At the Sonic drive-in just down the road, James saw a wolf who was duel sexed as well, stumbling around as it tried to keep itself covered. James took small solace in the fact that the poor creature had a rack and sack even larger than hir own yet after a few steps the wolf was walking back inside at a 'normal' pace, grumbling the whole way while other people, all various types of humanoid mammals, wondered about in a confused state. "Freaking hell what's happened to us?" James spoke in a fearful whisper.

Spying an old flannel shirt in the cab of the street sweeper, James flung open the door and grabbed it before covering the oversized breasts with the shirt and tying it tight, all while grumbling about how utterly messed up this all was. Thankfully enough of hir pants and belt had survived that the dangling cloth covered hir enlarged junk so shi was not on full display. A small comfort at least though shi could do without the light breeze caressing hir ass and nether region. After taking a quick look in the mirror....and promptly jerking back in shock, James took off at a jog to the line of patrol cars. Shi found hir body was moving not exactly how shi was ordering it to, but how it 'needed' to. The thick thighs rubbed together on purpose, sending jolts of pleasure up into hir brain from the new opening between hir legs and of something around it but the closeness of hir thighs were also serving to keep hir freakishly large sack from getting crushed so....shi could live with it. The sensation was also starting to fade somewhat, like hir body was suppressing it for the moment. Shi also realized that hir chest was.... not as heavy as it should be. No, that was not right. It was heavy but hir body 'knew' how to handle it, knew how to move, how to function. It was as if James had always been in this form and within a few steps, the feeling of weight was gone unless shi focused on it, as if the freakishly huge breasts weighed nothing at all.

Coming closer to the patrol cars, James caught sight of motorists back a ways, stumbling out of their cars, all changed into various forms and looking confused. Nearly all were male or female and were of normal proportions....mostly yet there were a few like him, dual sexed and with exaggerated dimensions. Shi then spotted a cheetah in an officer's uniform stand up with a groan. James's changed brain was able to somehow recognize the creature as that of the sergeant. Slowing to a stop, the fox blinked, wondering how shi could know this. How was it possible? But... Shi'd known him since this morning.... Right? Shi gulped as the cheetah shook it's head and turned. "W-what the......Officer Walker? What the hell? How did....Ooohhhhh my head" Phillips spoke with confusion and slightly slurred speech. The sergeant put his hands on his face as he sunk back down to the ground, trying to make sense of what happened while his long tail curled around his feet. Looking over at David, James felt hir ears flick. The older man had been changed into a grey and black Belgian draft horse, and had his muscles bulked up to comical proportions. His clothes had all simply exploded in his growth and now he was looking at his three fingered hands in confusion. He also looked....younger though, as if his hour glass had been re-filled with the onset of his transformation. James looked up and down before a little part in hir mind tickled and shi inwardly both smiled and winced. The old saying 'hung like a horse' could be understood easily with David's new dimensions but James knew from the weight between hir own legs which thankfully was covered by the shreds of hir pants, that shi had hir partner beat in one area down there. Blinking and shaking his equine head slightly, David looked up and pulled his head back a bit as a light snort escaped him. "James? Holy.....You're a woman?" His voice was deeper than it had been yet more smooth and with less of the gruffness that it had carried. A moment after speaking, the hulked horse's eyes trailed down a bit and his ears twitched backwards. "Uh......not a woman..... wow. ......Wait, what am I saying, you were like this, this morning......No......That's not right. The explosion!" He looked up at James in shock and tried to stand but found his overly muscled body cumbersome. Grunting in surprise, the big horse used one of the cars for support while James wrapped one slender arm around hir partner's waist......or as much as shi could reach.....and heaved. Now up on his hooves, David felt the wind on his privates and blushed heavily, the inside of his ears tinting pink. He hurriedly snatched up his Kevlar vest from the ground and held it in place while quietly nickering in an embarrassed tone. "Well......This is embarrassing." The hulk of a horse spoke softly while looking down, his muzzle pressing into his oversized pectorals. James grunted and pointed to hir huge rack and balls while hir fox tail thrashed about behind hir. "How do ya think I feel?! What the 'fuck' am I supposed to do with these things!? I look like some sick in the head teenager's wet dream!! Gah! What will my wife and kids thin.....Oh God.....Janice!!" Shi yelled as hir ears fell back and hir new jade colored eyes went wide. Horror shown on hir and the others as they thought of their loved ones and watched as the grey cloud was darting down into the streets in the distance. They could hear cries of panic and surprise along with the occasional crash of glass and metal as cars hit one another. The Sergeant grunted as he stood before addressing the others. "Ok look. Whatever the hell just happened to us is happening to others. We're still cops, we still got a job to do. You two try to find something to cover yourselves a bit better and let's get back to work. Sooner we get shit under control, the sooner we find out what in the seven hells happened to us and how our loved ones are doing. Deal?"

The horse and fox nodded solemnly. Both had family here in the city as did the sergeant. But they were police, they were still bound to protect and serve, even if the world around them had just been turned on it's head.

Oklahoma City, May 3rd Thirty minutes after detonation and first exposure

Alice Walker was in her room playing with her dolls. The five-year-old loved her doll house that Santa Clause brought her at Christmas! It was big and open so she could make her dolls have fun just like her. Her big brother, John was in his room, playing with his Legos and had left out his favorite G.I.Joe. They played together sometimes, John building all sorts of things with the colorful bricks, even faces and pictures. Alice liked that, he was always thinking, and it made her laugh at some of his creations. Samantha or just Sam, was the babysitter and she'd made some yummy pancakes for breakfast! Sam was in the big girls school and always had big books out and writing things down on paper while looking at the screen of her tv thingy. Alice didn't understand what it was, but she liked the shapes on some of the papers and the screen. Sam was always a nice person and lots of times she'd play with Alice and John, boardgames, videogames, it was all lots of fun!

She could hear Sam talking on the phone, she sounded scared and there was annoying sound coming from the TV, like the beep of a horn only longer and angry, then a voice that sounded flat would speak something before the noise came back. Alice didn't like it, so she held onto her brother's G.I.Joe. Daddy called it a 'tanker', something he'd been a while ago and that they got to use these big machines to protect people while fighting the bad guys. She didn't have a machine for him, nor did John, but she did have a pretty car he could drive, maybe that was the same thing. Mr Fluffy was with her too, her stuffed teddy bear that she'd had for as long as she could remember. When she was scared, she'd hold Mr Fluffy tight till mommy or daddy would come running. Suddenly out of nowhere, she heard Sam yell in terror from the living room. "Oh God! Mom it's coming! I can see it!"

That scared Alice and she wrapped her arms around Mr Fluffy as she turned around on the floor. She still had her brother's G.I.Joe and she held it out in front of Mr Fluffy. He would protect them surely, just like daddy had done. She then heard glass breaking and heard Sam start to scream and gag and cry! Her little heart slammed in her chest and she started to cry silently as she watched her door. As the sounds of her babysitter's struggles faded, she heard her brother cry out, heard something hit the floor and heard his cries fade out in a garbled whine. Alice was terrified! It was a monster in her house! Where was daddy? Or mommy?! Her thoughts were cut off as the door into her room seem to start to melt in the center, the wood and stickers of her favorite cartoons, drooping and sloping off to fall to the floor in a puddle of goo. A grey cloud of buzzing things pushed in and seemed to look at her. She stayed still, her eyes wide while tears flowed down her cheeks, then......it flew at her. The cloud knocked her back and she felt pain in her face, her throat, her eyes. She screamed and cried, trashing out with her small arms and legs....but it was no use. Mercifully, she blacked out moments after the assault started, unable to see how the cloud of grey twisted and reshaped her little body.

The machines looked at the occupants of the home through it's billions of eyes. According to the new protocol, all subjects had been changed in accordance with program 217-48A. As the smallest subject finished its transformation, it started to move on. Power levels were still in operational standings and this zone still had subjects to change. It did not care who had introduced the corrupted programming, nor did it care about its job. It was a machine, plain and simple. Suddenly, in its hive mind, a return on two subjects triggered files in its memory. The biological match was acceptable for the two small subjects in this dwelling. Subject one was categorized as a fox gene line, while subject two was just being changed now. With the activation of another file, subject two was destined to become of the fox gene line as were two of the three in this home, the third being slotted for a feline gene line. With a small adjustment, the two young figures went through a final transformation to better match their sires. Probability of survival now at 86%. Acceptable parameters met. It flowed out and to the next home, it had a lot of work to do, but it was a machine......what was time to it?

Alice woke up with a small whine and blinked her sky-blue eyes. She quickly looked around and didn't see the scary thing that attacked her. Her dress didn't fit right for some reason and she looked back and saw that her fluffy little fox tail was sticking out from the fabric. She whimpered and rubbed her eyes while her ears twisted and picked up Sam groaning in the living room. She was about to get up and pad in there to see what was wrong when she froze. There was a furless toy by Mr Fluffy! It....it looked like a monster! She shivered and looked back at her dolls and yelped. All of them were furless like they'd been skinned! The little fox kit yelped again, turned and scrabbled under her bed to get away from the sight. With her right side against the wall and looking fearfully out, she called out for her mother. The 'wow wow wow' call sounded pitiful as she sniffed and cried, placing her hands over her eyes. Soon though, she heard her big brother come in. "A-alice? You in.....". John froze and gulped at seeing the furless things on the floor. He'd already been frightened at the pictures on the wall......Why? Why would his parents have such......abominations hanging there?!? The russet red and silver fox kit knelt down and peered under the bed, seeing his little sister still calling out for their mother. He slowly wormed his way under there too, his tail flopping free of his pajamas finally. He wondered why he'd left his tail like that.....but it didn't matter as he pressed his right side up against his little sister and leaned over to softly nuzzle her head. She didn't answer, and simply pressed her face to his side as she cried. He looked out and did the same call as Alice had been doing, even as his keen ears picked up Sam screaming and running from the house. The two children didn't understand but they both prayed that their parents would return soon so they could be safe and secure.

Oklahoma City, May 3rd Thirty minutes after first exposure

Janice Walker let out a groan and started to stir before opening her amber eyes with a start. She worked at Oklahoma's Credit Union - Capitol Branch as a teller and was just getting ready to go on lunch when the explosion to the south happened. She remembered her coworkers watching the sky as a grey cloud swirled and moved as if it were alive. She remembered the few customers inside becoming worried as they checked their phones. Then, she remembered the grey cloud moving! Splitting up and going 'into' the buildings in the distance, even the Capitol itself. She remembered the glass at the front doors melting and Charline, one of her coworkers, being covered in the grey cloud. With a shake of her head, Janice pushed herself up to a sitting position but winced as she sat on her tail..... her....what?

She looked down, confused, as she saw her arms covered in a lovely coat of silver and grey fur like that of a grey fox. She gulped and shook her head. That was not right, she was supposed to have skin, brown skin. But, the fur was all she could see and why not? She'd always been a fox......right? "Uggghhh......n-no......What's....happened to me?" She whispered in a shaky, fear filled voice. She tried to conjure up an image of how she looked this morning and nearly cried out. She could see herself as a human, playfully about to smack James after his little quip.....but....he was NOT human! Instead of the handsome man she'd loved so much, there was another fox with slightly different markings and some VERY exaggerated dimensions! And why the HELL did it look both male and female!?! Janice blinked. James had always been like that.....right? But then why was it such a shock?

The vixen jumped slightly as one of the customers, a red panda, stirred. Janice watched as the panda held its head, no doubt as confused as she herself was. Finally having enough of all the confusing memories, the vixen snatched her pocket book and rummaged around for a small picture she kept at all times. It was a pic of when she and James were married, and it was one of her most treasured memories. Pulling it out, she felt ice in her vines and found her breath catch. There she was in her wedding dress and James in his Army dress uniform, both human. Why? Why did she now look like a fox?! And why the hell could she remember James looking like some pervert's wet dream?!? Gripping her head and letting out a whine, Janice could hear others in the bank start to wake up. The cloud! It had to be the grey cloud! But if it was moving around on it's own...... "Oh God...... James....My babies!" She nearly yelled out the words as she scrambled to her feet turned paws and kicked off the ruined scraps of what had once been a nice pair of shoes. She wheeled around and sprinted for the door as many in the bank started to show the first signs of panic. Once outside, Janice angrily reached back, and with a tug, ripped apart her underwear, which had her tail trapped between her rear and the fabric. The alien feelings nagged at her mind, and the same could be said about her chest as it put stress on the buttons of her button down top. She'd always been a bit busty, even more so after having kids but instead of being a bit saggy, her breasts were now perky, firm, and annoyingly confined. Janice didn't care so much about that, however, as she ran to her truck; a beat-up old 86 Ford F-250 that her father had given her a few years ago. It had been her dad's farm truck until he'd sold off said farm and moved to Florida with her mother, so it'd seen a lot of abuse in its life. And yet, no matter what, it had been reliable to her family when it mattered the most.

Getting to her parking spot, Janice threw open the door to the lifted truck which banged into the side of the BMW parked next to her. She got into the driver's seat, and after getting her tail out of the way, she slammed the door and inserted the key. The angry buzzing of the dashboard hit her ears hard until her brain seemed to tone it down on its own. She knew she had to give the aged machine a few seconds before turning it over, so she took the time to curl her tail around behind herself and to adjust her top. Finally, the warning lights on the dash went out and Janice turned the key. The old diesel engine groaned and growled as the starter worked to rouse it to life. The vixen's ears drooped, and she let out a high-pitched whine at thinking the truck would not start. But on the third turnover, the truck roared to life.

Letting out a small 'thank you' and hitting the clutch, Janice worked the gear shifter into place before gunning the engine. The old Ford lurched as the dry rotted tires squealed on the asphalt, but the truck was soon racing out of the parking lot and onto North Lincoln Boulevard. There were cars stopped everywhere and many were wrecked as people, all turned to animal hybrids it seemed, stumbled about in a daze. Janice skillfully wove the old truck around them, engine roaring as she raced to get home. The drive was not an easy one and more than a couple of times she had to go off road, into people's yards as the streets were clogged with wrecks, people and in a few cases, the dead.

After what seemed like an hour, Janice turned her truck onto the street that led by her home. People were outside, stumbling around confused while others rushed to help their neighbors. It was chaos and the EWS playing over and over again on the old AM/FM radio didn't help Janice's nerves....nor did the fact that in all the jumping and jarring of her trip, her top's button's, and her bra for that matter, had burst and let her breasts bounce free. They were a bit larger than they'd been before but...not by a great amount. One of the problems was that she'd liked to wear tops that were snug. Now, with her enlarged bust, that had come back to bite her a bit.

Up ahead, Janice spotted her house and in the front yard there was a figure. It was a young adult, grey tabby cat. Yet....there was a name bubbling up in the vixen's mind.... Samantha. Pulling up into the yard, not caring about her grass, for once, Janice killed the engine and dashed over to the cat kneeling in her yard and crying. "Samantha? Sam? Is that you?" Janice spoke in a hurry, her heart nearly breaking at the sight of the sweet girl yet also knowing....that her babies must have suffered the same fate. The grey cat lifted her head and looked to the vixen. She looked miserable with the fur of her cheeks dampened by tears. "M-Mrs Walker? What's happening? I......I...." Sam weakly asked but trailed off and teared up again while Janice gave the poor car a hug and stood her up. She loved the sweet bookworm of a girl and hated to just leave her out here. Sam had been a good babysitter as she worked on her studies from OCU. Leading Sam inside, Janice left the weeping cat on the couch as a soft 'ow wow wow' sound reached her ears. Janice was not sure what she suspected when she got home but she just knew that sound was from her little ones. A reply of the same sound came from her lips as she padded down the hall, taking just enough time to grab her robe from the laundry basket she'd left in the living room and put it on. The sound down the hall stopped for just a second and started back, this time joined by another one that was higher pitched. 'Alice' she thought.

Janice gasped at seeing the hole that had been 'melted' through the wood of her daughter's bedroom door, but the worry was pushed aside when she heard the soft sound again. She had only heard foxes make the sounds on YouTube videos and never understood the meaning. Now however, her brain could place a meaning to it. It was a simple call that announced her presence but could mean other things depending on who she was trying to reach. She looked around the room a moment but 'knew' her kids were under the bed. "John? Alice? Come on out, momma's here." She kept her voice soft and low, not wanting to spook her kids. With a rustle John poked his furry head out and looked up. He'd been turned into a silver fox kit with soft downy fur that was just starting to change to a proper fur coat. His eyes were a bright shade of green but there were a few flecks of blue mixed in. Letting out a breath of relief and kneeling slowly, Janice held out her arms to which John wiggled his way out from under the bed and launched into the embrace of his mother. Little Alice was soon to follow, the smaller kit a bundle of fluff as she crawled out and sought out the comfort of her mother. Janice looked down at her children as they hugged against her, their bodies shivering out of fear. She nearly sobbed at seeing her kids too were affected and mentally cursed as her mind seemed to rewrite her memories of them right before her eyes. Biting her lip to help her concentrate, she looked for something to remember, something to KNOW what was right and wrong. John's G.I. Joe was on the ground beside Alice's teddy bear. Janice looked long and hard at the toy soldier, its furless, plastic face gazing up at the celling.

She......remembered when James came home from the conflict in Baja, leg nearly destroyed by the round that had hit the knee. The vixen shook her head at seeing her James as some kind of over sexed bimbo. 'No! I remember him, HIM! As a human!' The image twisted and she saw him, her James again, this time as a human as he sat in the wheelchair, about to be wheeled into the back rooms of the hospital to receive the nanite treatment that would hopefully save his leg. He gave John the toy, smiling to mask the worry he himself felt at the prospect of having living machines in his body. Little John had loved and cherished the toy ever since, as had Alice. With the image of her husband once again returning to a strange shape that was like a pervert's rendition of a humanoid fox, Janice sighed and felt her bushy tail curl around her daughter's back. The world had gone mad it seemed and she was losing her memories to...something she could not even fight, or so it felt. But she was alive, her kids..... her kits.....were alive and healthy, now she only had to worry about James.

"M-Mrs. Walker?" The soft, pitiful voice came from the door and Janice turned, feeling her ears perk at the tiny voice of Samantha as she peeked in. The poor cat's face was damp with fresh tears and Janice felt her heart ache for the girl. Sam was here in the city attending collage while her parents owned a large farm just outside Fort Sill. She'd become a wonderful and trusted babysitter to the Walkers and Janice in some ways saw the nerdy girl as one of her own. Leaning down to lightly kiss John's head, Janice pulled her arm back and motioned to Sam to come in, pity and warmth in her eyes. The grey cat didn't need to be asked and padded in the room, a weak, mewling sob escaping her lips as she knelt down and hugged the three as best she could. Pressing her face into the robed shoulder of the vixen, Sam shivered softly and meowed quietly. "Shhhhh. It's ok. We're going to get through this, you just wait and see." Janice said in a quiet, motherly voice as she leaned down to lightly press her muzzle to each of the three heads pressed against her middle and chest. She held the kids close for several more hours till the sun started to set and this allowed the vixen's thought to roam. The world had gone crazy and her life had just been upended......and yet.....she wondered just how bad it was? How bad was it to get?