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The next morning Sam woke up in a strange place on a plush leather sofa. He has definitely woken up in worse places but this was certainly the strangest. How did he even get here? He glanced around and noticed the apartment was lavishly furnished with big screen TV, plush couch, glass coffee table, and art decorating the walls. Some of it was photos, others were paintings. On the coffee table there was a handwritten note. Sam picked it up and admired the clean writing before reading it.

So I just realized I never got your name. Anyways, good morning. I'll be out of the apartment for a while so make yourself at home. There is food in the fridge, remote for the TV is in the side table, or you can explore. There is a lot of stuff in my place that may interest you.

Sam felt weird being in the home of a guy he never even told his name to. That combined with the fact Kyle must have been carried to get here was a strange thought considering his previous size. He looked around again a little closer and saw that most of the art on the walls was furry based and very well done. They looked to be traditionally done as well which was very expensive. Either way, Sam wasn't hungry and didn't feel like watching tv right now so he went exploring.

The apartment wasn't all that big. One bedroom with bathroom, kitchen and dining area, and the living room. What was more interesting was everything that Kyle had. There were more drawings and photos in the bedroom and the kitchen was stuffed with expensive gadgets. The table was big enough for 6 but only one of the chairs looked like it got any use. The others were still in pristine condition. Sam went back into the bedroom and looked around. With all the expensive stuff around the apartment there had to be something good in here. He was not disappointed. The closet opened up to show a few women's outfits and shelves covered in photo equipment. And these weren't polaroids. Probably close to 100 grand of equipment sat proudly on the shelves. Basic, wide angle, deep zoom, and micro lenses. A few camera bodies as well that weren't cheap either. So he had a photo hobby. The women's clothing was interesting as well since Sam couldn't tell if anyone besides Kyle had ever even been in the apartment. There was a few outfits that were quite well put together. Mostly with a punk theme to them. Sam looked at his own ripped clothing and wondered if Kyle would mind him wearing one of the outfits. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Sam slipped into the set that had a black and green plaid skirt and matching Green Day shirt. They fit remarkably well and Sam was happy to have something less restricting on his tail that still covered. Well, more than ripped jeans did. He had to go commando since no underwear would fit with his thick tail but at least the skirt went close to his knees. He tossed the old jeans in the garbage, even though they were less than a week old, and explored Kyle's room a little more. The art was a little more risqué on the walls in here and all featured no similar characters. Everything else was simple and plain. On a whim Sam looked under the bed and found a black box that was alone under there. He pulled it out with curiosity. Another quick look proved there was nothing else under the bed so Sam pulled the top off the plastic box.

Inside was a trove of the last thing he expected to see under a bachelor's bed: Sex toys. Dildos, clamps, cuffs, and vibrators galore. One for some reason caught Sam's attention and he pulled it out to take a closer look. It was a vibrating dildo but the shape for some reason dredged up a familiarity that he didn't understand. He knows he'd never seen this dildo before and he certainly had never bought it. It almost looked like a dog dick without the knot. The pointed tip was there but so were bumps along the length that were small and textured, almost rough. He was holding it up and examining it more closely when Kyle stepped in through the doorway.

Kyle, for his part, just took it in stride, even smiling. Sam on the other hand felt like being caught with his hands in the cookie jar, "s-sorry! It's just, you said I could explore and I found this and..."

"I did say you could explore. I'm not ashamed of anything in my apartment. If anything, the more someone finds the more conversations I could have."

"I... you make an interesting point. What is this? And why does it look familiar even though I've never seen it before?"

"That happens to be the Korran. Some dildo that was on Bad Dragon for a while. I picked it up because it looked cool. By the way, that outfit looks good on you."

"Oh god I completely forgot I was wearing this. I just needed new clothes and all of mine are with my friend lacy and the pants don't fit any more either and I can't go to the store any more and--"

Kyle cut off Sam's rambling, "no big deal! Seriously. You can keep it. Those outfits I bought for previous girlfriends but they all fell through. Normies can't handle the furry. They just don't understand it."

"Sorry about the girlfriends. Mine is okay with me being furry but she never went with me to any of the conventions or meets."

"Awww. You're lesbian?"

"What? No! Well maybe I guess, now. I used to be a guy, Kyle. Girlfriends are kind of normal." Kyle just looked at him funny like he couldn't wrap his head around what Sam just said. "Seriously. Six foot tall, 450 pound man. I lost like 400 pounds and a foot in height in 9 days."

"Holy shit! No wonder you were so salty about how you look."

"Yeah well now you know. Anyways, this dildo? Was there any information that came with it?"

"Oh! Yeah, there was a pamphlet that came with it. Apparently there was a photo that they sculpted it from. It should be at the bottom of that box."

Sam dug through the box, cringing at the size of some of the dildos, before finding a small pamphlet at the bottom like Kyle said there was. It folded out into a big piece of paper with care instructions and such on one side. He flipped it over to see a rather large photo of the lower half of what he guessed was an alien. They had their sizeable shlong hanging out with legs and feet showing as well. The pamphlet said "The Korran! Large and powerful alien!" but Sam noticed that the feet did not match. He had animalistic feet while the image showed humanistic feet with sharp claws. It was a shame but it still didn't explain why the dildo had looked so familiar. Oh well, another mystery to solve for later.

"Well damn. Here I thought that I may have been turning into one of those. Guess not. I wonder if anyone knows what I'm turning into."

"Maybe the government would know? They have that alien return program. I like to think they have the resources to find out what you are before they send you "home"."

"Ugh. I really don't want to get probed by the government while they try to figure out what I am. I just want to stay on earth!"

"Speaking of getting probed," Sam cocked an eyebrow at him, "did you want this, too? No one has showed any interest in it and it didn't even last long on the web site."

"Umm, can I think about it? This is still weird for me."

"Oh, that's right. You were a guy and all. Yeah I can see that being weird. Unless you were into it? I've known plenty of bears who were as big as you and liked that kind of thing."

"Eew. Just no."

"Just saying. Anyways, I'm Kyle. Welcome to my humble abode!"

"Nothing humble about this place. It looks like you're loaded! But I'm Sam. Short for Samuel, not Samantha."

"Wait, Sam Pedersen by chance?" Sam nodded, "oh shit you're the one who saved that kid on the train! You were all over the news yesterday. Something about a chemical attack on a passenger train."

"You don't want to know what really happened. It was nightmare inducing."

"That doesn't sound good. I kind of want to know but your expression says don't ask."

"Yeah, please don't. I'm getting goosebumps just remembering everything. It was truly horrific."

"I'll take your word for it. So what would you like for dinner? I've got steak, pasta, or I can order a pizza?"

Kyle walked into the kitchen and Sam got up to follow him. He had the strangest craving and he wasn't sure how to voice it, "you'll probably think I'm weird but I have a craving for drumsticks. Like my body is telling me I need something."

"I've had cravings before. They can get strange to some people. Nothing wrong with some drumsticks. I'll need to run to the store though. Those take a while to defrost and I'd like to eat sometime soon."

"We could do KFC. It's still chicken and faster. I'll pay!"

"Well I'm not so sure if I could take you anywhere to get it but if you don't mind kicking back for a few minutes I can run and grab some. You sure the fried chicken won't affect your figure? You don't look like you have an ounce of fat on you."

"Oh believe me, I'd love to put on a few pounds. I hate being so skinny. It is not attractive at all."

"While I will admit you are very skinny, you actually wear it well. You have a lot of muscle."

"I guess that is a benefit. I am pretty strong and fast. I actually ripped the arm off a cyborg yesterday that tried to haul me off."

"How did you manage that!? I heard those cyborgs were almost indestructible!"

"Hell if i know! I just planted my feet in his armpit and pulled at the wrist. There must be a weak point in the shoulder that broke off. However it worked, I got away."

Sam's stomach growled, catching Kyle's attention, "ah that's right, we were talking about food. I'll be right back with that."

"Wait! Let me grab you some cash. I'm apparently still a bottomless pit and eat a lot."

"Don't worry about it! Believe me, I have plenty of cash. A bucket of chicken isn't going to bankrupt me."

Sam rubbed the back of his head, "well actually I was hoping for two buckets. Like I said, bottomless pit."

"Well hopefully they have enough chicken for that. The one nearby is notorious for running out of chicken."

"Well get what you can. I'm not going anywhere."

Kyle gave a thumbs up and headed out the door, grabbing his keys with a clatter that Sam was surprised he didn't hear when Kyle arrived. Not knowing what to do now that he was alone again, and he'd already explored the apartment for the most part, Sam settled for sitting at a chair at the dining table. It took a few attempts to get comfortable with the new tail but he finally found a position that didn't pinch. Unfortunately it was leaning forward at a hard angle and draping his tail over the side of the chair. Not comfortable but at least it wasn't painful.

The biggest problem for Sam was that it didn't take long for him to get bored. Maybe five minutes later and he was already shifting uncomfortably and looking for something to play with. He didn't watch television so that ruled out the entertainment system. Food was on the way eventually so no eating to pass the time. Sam took a deep breath and suddenly scrunched his nose. That was not a pleasant odor and he had no idea where it was coming from. He got up and walked around a bit, sniffing, but the odor didn't come to him until he stood still. It was actually coming from himself! How embarrassing. Kyle hadn't said anything, maybe he couldn't smell it. However it worked, Sam decided that taking a shower was probably a good idea. It definitely had been a few days since he'd been able to. Come to think of it, it's been a few days since he'd used any restroom. One problem at a time though.

Once Sam figured out where the towels were and also figured out the controls to the shower, he stripped down and hopped in. He stood under the water expecting a warm blast but it felt neutral to him. There was steam billowing out of the shower and he didn't even feel the warmth. He tried setting it to full heat, something that would have scalded a human's skin, and barely felt warm in the stream. After confusion faded, he chalked it up as something he would have to get used to, as frustrating as it was. He loved hot showers.

After moping in the boiling stream for a minute, Sam realized that the water was just rolling off everywhere he had fur. None of his fur was any bit wet. If he parted the fur, the water ran between the fibers but still did not stick to them. It was fascinating to watch but also disconcerting. How was he supposed to clean himself when water didn't even stick to him? He tried some soap, but that didn't even help. It just slicked right off his body like the water did. So whatever was on his skin and fur, it most certainly repelled water and soap with no problems at all.

The best option he could come up with was using the removable head and setting it to massage blast to try to rinse off. Starting at his head, he worked his way down, spraying across his body in a slow sweeping motion to try to clean himself off. Sam noticed some debris and coloration to the water running off himself, so at least he was actually doing something. As he worked down from his waist, he got a little nervous about a certain feature that he would need to clean as well, and he was not looking forward to it. He already did not like jets of water on his junk, adding in the feature of new junk made him nervous. It needed to be cleaned though, and right now water jets were the only thing that worked.

Nervously bracing himself, he spread his legs a bit and slowly worked the stream of water down and onto the area. The sensation was certainly different but it wasn't the grating feeling of water hitting his old junk. The pulsation was almost soothing in effect now. Then again, he hadn't quite gotten down to direct contact. He was slowly inching the jets down until they were hitting his new equipment. The sensation changed dramatically once the jets actually hit the sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of sensation up Sam's body. He wasn't too sure if it was pleasurable or not at this point but it was definitely something. Prolonged contact didn't change anything either as he washed around the area. The last step Sam was dreading to do, but knew he needed. He spread his slit open so the water could wash up and in the sensitive area. This sent an even stronger jolt through his system that almost buckled his knees from the intensity. He held on for a few seconds through the waves of sensation to make sure it was all rinsed out before redirecting the stream down his legs to finish his cleaning. Sam's teeth chattered and legs shook the entire time he was rinsing his legs off, practically in shock from the rinsing down below. He felt like he practically sexually assaulted himself.

With the last of his body rinsed off, Sam shut off the water and leaned against the shower wall. He took a deep breath to steady himself and rested a hand over his sensitive mound. While he came to the conclusion the water had been exciting, it was far from pleasurable and was too forceful. Certainly an act he did not want to repeat any time soon. Looking down at himself he noticed there weren't many patches of skin left. The fur had taken over all of his limbs and only left a patch at his solar plexus that was bare. Sam saw it as the last bit of his humanity since he literally won't have any appearance of being a human left. Completely covered in fur and feathers, extra limbs, claws, a muzzle; even his ears had grown to be quite large and up on top of his head.

Before he got out of the shower, Sam just needed to know one more thing: was it just the water or was he that sensitive now. And there was really only one way to find out. He shifted his hand that was already covering the area a little lower and slowly slipped in a finger between his lips. He was trying to be purely clinical about this but remembering doing something similar to his girlfriend had made things different; exciting almost. It certainly felt like woman flesh, warm and slick, and thankfully he wasn't trembling from the stimulation this time. He felt around a bit and true to what Lacy said, no clit. No inner labia either. It was actually kinda boring. Literally just a couple flaps of skin over a hole, albeit rather sensitive. The hole itself felt the most sensitive and Sam didn't want to insert anything beyond the one knuckle he had gotten in so far before he started to shake again. Incredibly sensitive. He knew enough female anatomy to know that wasn't exactly normal so he figured it would be something he would need to get used to eventually should he ever meet someone he liked enough. For now, he just wanted to get used to no longer having a dick. Priorities!

He heard Kyle drop his keys in that metal bowl by the door this time and shuddered for a second. It was a good thing he hadn't gotten there sooner. Sam had no idea what kinds of noises he may have been making in there. He shook himself off vigorously and sent the remaining water scattering about the shower and leaving his fur almost completely dry. That was definitely going to be handy!

Sam threw back on his clothes, sans bra, to meet up with Kyle in the other room. Stepping out of the room he caught Kyle staring at him for a second until he realized how much steam was billowing out of the bathroom. He felt a little sheepish now since he'd run the hot water at full blast for about 15 minutes. There probably want anything left in the hot water heater.

"Sorry, I smelled funny so I took a shower but it only felt comfortable at high temperature."

"Well that explains the steam. So you literally cranked it to hot and it barely felt comfortable? That's pretty intense!"

"It's depressing actually. A human would've been covered in blisters or dead from that. But it barely felt lukewarm to me. What else is off about me that will make me feel inhuman?"

"Probably a lot of things if you dwell on it. But what is human? Really it just means you're sturdier than us! In the end you are where you come from."

"Yeah tell that to the feds. I see your point though. I really need to stop ruminating."

"That's the spirit! Now let's eat this chicken while it's still hot."

Sam agreed and took a seat next to Kyle at the table, sitting sideways on the chair so his tail hung off the edge instead of pinching. While Kyle pulled all of the sides out of the bag, Sam helped himself to some of the chicken in the bucket. He quickly realized his new canines were not good for eating drumsticks, no matter how much he was craving them. It was weird though. He wanted the chicken with all of his being but the meat wasn't hitting the spot. Something was missing and he couldn't figure out what. They smelled delicious and tasted good, but he couldn't get over the point that something wasn't right. Then he licked a bone.

The craving hit ten fold from licking that bone. Sam tried it again and realized that it wasn't the chicken he wanted so much as the bones. He glanced over at Kyle who was dishing himself some mashed potatoes and mac n cheese. With Kyle distracted, Sam did the one thing he really didn't want to do: bite the bone. Half expecting it to be hard to chew through, he braced to chomp down hard. What he wasn't expecting was to bite through the bone like it was butter and to splinter it from biting too hard. The bone had the desired effect though. Chewing it, Sam realized how delicious the bone was to him. It was so weird but he was able to chew and swallow the bone like it was a dorito and not a chicken bone. Popping the rest of the leg in his mouth he finally realized Kyle was staring at him again.

"Sorry. I guess i was craving more than meat today."

"That... that's alright. I guess I'm just going to have to get used to seeing things like that. I can only imagine what that's doing to your sensibilities having to eat bones."

"Yeah, I'm trying to not think about it. It tastes good though. To me at least. I don't recommend you try it."

Kyle tried to bite a bone to see if he could get through it like Sam but just wound up hurting his jaw, "ow. Yeah you're definitely a lot stronger than me."

Sam just shook his head and bit down on a whole chicken leg. The meat mixed with the bone was a good combination and made it seem a little less weird. It did defeat some of the fun from eating drumsticks though and they definitely aren't supposed to be crunchy. The price he has to pay.

This time there was more food than even Sam could eat and he had to lean to the side with a big food baby. He really did look pregnant! Maybe about 6-7 months at that. There was a lot of chicken in his stomach. He was happy though, even more so than he was from the Taco Bell. He was starting to get drowsy again now that he was full.

"Oogh. I definitely ate too much. So worth it though. But damned be me if I can stay awake after eating that much! I apparently can't keep awake for more than a few hours at a time any more. I hope you don't mind, Kyle?"

Kyle had his head leaned back over the back of the chair and didn't move from his position, "nope. Don't mind at all. Actually thinking of going to bed myself. I do have to get up early to get to the convention anyways. I have a lot of photography to do."

"Oh yeah! The convention!" Sam paused to burp, letting out one of the girliest burps he'd ever heard, "can I go with you?"

Kyle lifted his head to stare incredulously at Sam. For his part, Sam thought Kyle was going to say no, "you're kidding right? I would be insulted if you didn't join me! How often do I get to show off a furry alien to my furry friends? Particularly one who is so good looking!"

"Oogh. Oh yeah. That detail. Well I guess it makes sense. You did help me out after all. It wouldn't be fair to just hide away at the convention. Hope I see Lacy though. I want to get my stuff back. And I hope you don't tell your friends we're dating."

"Cross my heart! I swear I'll not say we're dating."

"Alright. I'll take your word for it." Sam yawned big and wide, giving Kyle a good view of his teeth, "I'll see you in the morning then."

Sam stumbled over to the couch, feeling much more drowsy than he had a minute ago, and flopped face down into the cushions. He was breathing deeply and asleep before he even realized he hadn't grabbed any blankets or pillows. Kyle just shook his head and grabbed the one he had folded while Sam was in the shower, tossing it out to drift down slowly onto Sam. With him being face down, there was no need for a pillow so Kyle left him be to get his own sleep.