Too Good To Be True (Commission for Dcrest13)
Story by Cimmaron on SoFurry
Too Good To Be True
By Cimmaron Spirit
Commission for Dcrest13
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WARNING: This story contains: hyper cock growth, muscle growth, transformation, breast growth, lactation, excessive cum, never ending orgasm, non-consensual, unwilling TF and more. If it's not your interest or fancy, or you aren't 18, you better go find something else to do. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Jax grinned to himself as he looked at the box in his hands. And old cardboard box, with so much tape holding it together that there was a question of exactly how much of it was paper, and how much was industrial strength packing tape.
The lithe, spry 25-year old in an old grey trench coat let go of the box only long enough to press his hand against the scanner to allow him into his grungy apartment building. Like usual, it took three different tries for the old piece of equipment to work, but finally it let him in, box and all.
Up three flights of stairs to his little hole in the wall. It was really only big enough for him, his never made bed, a small bathroom with grungy shower, a mini-fridge from the beginning of the millennium, an office chair he scrounged from a dumpster after his last garbage chair broke a couple too many times, and a computer system with a screen that would have made the tech geeks of 25 years ago green with envy, but was now so common and cheap that even an underemployed brat like Jax, who lived solely on the monthly State Benefit cheque (whatever the hell a cheque was) could afford it.
Of course, he did some other things as well, none of which was technically legal, but wasn't explicitly illegal either. It was enough to let him try different things now and then, including what he had in his box.
The military grade hardware in the box should have been worth a hundred times what he got it for, or even more. He should have had to sell a couple of his organs to get them. But the guy at the underground market, who was always smirking and cackling and generally creepy, offered it for just a thousand dollars. Not even a day's value of the State Benefit. It was a steal, no matter how disconcerting the seller was.
Jax barely paused to take off his coat and shoes, before he ripped open the box and gazed at the headset inside, cushioned by packing peanuts and old crumpled newspapers.
It was so new, only the best regiments of the police and army had a chance to even look at it. But here was the future of combat and technology: enhanced VR that would allow the user to enhance their vision tenfold, look through walls, calculate weaknesses, monitor your health, provide knowledge and info on demand, and a thousand other things. Combined with the various cybernetics that increased strength and agility and endurance, this headset would turn everyone into a super soldier.
And it was also a pretty good gaming system too.
Jax glanced back into the box, and saw a small plastic container tucked into the corner. He picked it up, and surprised at how heavy it felt. He shook it, but didn't hear much rattling inside. Jax popped the lid off, and snorted. Some hardened black gunk.
“Eh, most likely whatever it was, it's long since expired," Jax muttered. He didn't even bother touching it, instead setting it on his bed.
He was more excited about the headset, and placed it on his head.
The device immediately booted up, followed by a spinning circle, before he was deposited into a blank, empty room. Jax almost winced at the brightness, but his eyes quickly adjusted
In front of his eyes was a box labeled “Test Program."
Looking around and not seeing anything else, Jax shrugged and pushed against the box.
To his surprise, he instantly felt feedback on his hand, as if he had actually just touched a box.
“Whoa, that's awesome," Jax said, as the box vanished, and was replaced with a large mirror.
Jax was surprised to see an anthro skunk looking back at him. In the nude.
“Well, that's weird," Jax said, and jumped backwards when he saw the skunk avatar move his lips in time with his words.
He looked down, and realized that he was indeed the skunk. About 5'9", with a lithe, thin build not unlike his normal human body, and coloured black all over, minus a white stripe that ran from the tip of little pink nose, over his head that didn't have any hair excepting the short fur, , down his back and up to the tip of a massive, bushy tail that slowly swayed and swished behind him.
“Holly fuck, I'm a skunk!" Jax exclaimed, before chuckling at his rhyme.
While he wasn't a Furry, Jax thought he could see why so many people were and had lost themselves in VR worlds like this, if they could all look as handsome and sexy as he was.
Jax continued to admire himself for a rather long time, feeling the soft furry tail and his slick furry boxy, including starting to rub his cock, letting out a shuddering moan as his sensitive flesh reacted to his touch, all six inches springing up.
Jax couldn't help himself, and soon he was jacking himself off in the VR simulator. Moaning, legs twitching, hips thrusting into his hand in time with his strokes, he quickly got him self so worked up that there was only one way to go from here.
So the digitalized Jax-skunk came, spattering creamy goo all over, the amazing liquid physics splashing against the mirror in front of him, coating the lower half in rope after rope after rope of skunk spunk.
He looked back up to the mirror, panting heavily as his orgasm died down, and his cock flopped down, the last strings of seed leaking to the floor, which he could even feel on his feet.
“Okay, that was intense," Jax said, moaning. “I could get used to that."
Jax looked back at the mirror, which magically erased the cum from the glass so he could continue to admire himself, too the point where his groin began to heat up again, and blood rushed into his cock.
But that's when something changed.
For one thing, his cock looked… bigger.
And his body seemed a bit… thicker.
And he was starting to feel incredibly horny.
As if the realization was the trigger, Jax's body suddenly went into overdrive.
The lithe and sleek body build was soon replaced with thick muscles, as if he had spent every day of his life working out. But they soon went past fit, past athletic, deep into bodybuilder territory, then beyond into something monstrous. His fur began to grow taught around his bulging muscles: his pecs pushed out until he could rest his muzzle in the crevice between the two thick boulders, and his nipples began to grow hard and thicken. His stomach was etched with abs, which then subdivided, until soon an unnatural eight pack abs. His thighs bulged out, thicker and thicker, until he was forced to spread his legs to prevent his balls from being squished between them. Even his ass began to bloat outwards, turning into an almost mirror representation of his chest, minus the thick nipples.
“God, fuck, no!" Jax cried out, totally creeped out by his sudden body changes. He looked around in panic, trying to find something to shut off the changes. Did he say something? Push a button by accident to turn him into this kind of freak?
But still they continued: his cock grew longer and harder, until soon it was a good foot and a half long, at least the thickness of a pop bottle, and dribbling cum by the pint load thanks to the melon sized orbs that now hung between his legs.
But that wasn't the only change: he saw that there was excessively long and wiry, bushy hair sprouting from his armpits and around the base of his huge cock and balls. And his whole furry body was now coated in a thick layer of sweat, drops and beads of perspiration dripping from every muscle on his body.
“No, no… no stop changing me!" Jax shouted, his body twitching, breathing heavily as he watched the mirror, and the heavily breathing, twitching. But each inhale only forced his lungs to suck humid, musky air that only made his cock hard, throbbing hard, begging for release.
But that was the last thing Jax wanted to do. But his mind was on autopilot, and his hands were soon around his throbbing pole, and stroking it, pumping it back and forth, faster and faster.
“No! No! Fuck… No! I… I… uggghHHHHH!!!"
The first orgasm Jax had as a skunk was rather normal. This second time was ten times more intense, and the volume was even more than that. His cum quickly coated the mirror in white on the first shot, and the thick seed oozed down, then pooled on the floor. The second shot was just as much as the first one, as well as the third.
Jax was gasping for fresh air, but only the musky, humid, and sex tainted air was allowed into his lungs. In the half-lidded, mind numbing miasma of sex and testosterone, Jax could feel his body begin to morph again.
His already massively muscular and thick chest began to grow even larger, doubling in size, then nearly doubled again. Jax groaned, reaching up to try to support his growing chest. His fingers brushed against shotglass sized nipples, pointing down toward the ground due to the sheer mass of the breasts behind them. And they were breasts: they were round, thick, heavy… and starting to leak.
He could feel something on his fingers, and lifting them up, he saw strands of thick milk dripping from his fingers.
“I… I'm a fucking cow now?"
Then something fell in front of his face, obscuring his vision. Jax panicked, reaching up to lift whatever it was that landed on his head, and he soon realized it was hair: long, absurdly long white hair. But as he brushed his new, long, luxurious mane from his head, he saw in the one clean spot left in the mirror that his lips had grown thicker, puffier: as if someone had injected way too much plastic in some misguided attempt of sexual attraction.
His lactating breasts, his new Fabio length locks of hair, and the puffy lips weren't the only things he had to worry about. For one this, his cock surged in size again: more than a foot of meat was added, and now it was so thick that he wouldn't be able to get his fingers to touch when he wrapped around it.
Which they started to do again, pumping away at the cannon between his legs, helped by the thick milk from his chest. He tried to rip his hands away, to stop trying to masturbate, try to find a way to fix this.
But he couldn't. Despite his mind screaming at him, the human part of him demanding this to not only be over, but to change back, the rest of his body had other ideas. He was moaning, grunting, trying to jack himself off, feeling his balls grow heavier and heavier, hanging down to his knees, sloshing and gurgling with thick skunk seed, thick veins pulsing along the round orbs.
“No! No! I'm a monster!" Jax whimpered, looking at the screen as his body rebelled against him, trying to get him off, to cum again. As if on command, his cock did so, spewing even more seed into the air. The force and volume this time was too much for the mirror, which toppled over and shattered under the barrage of hyper sexed, hyper cocked skunk. His sensitive tits, not wanting to be left out, soon shot out thick streams of milk in both directions, just adding more of a mess to the floor.
This orgasm never seemed to end. It just went on and on. Every time Jax thought he was nearly done, another wave of seed would blow through his cock, adding even more spunk to the white room he was in…
Wait, white room?
He was still in the VR simulation!
Jax almost let out a happy cry of relief, realizing that everything that was happening to him was just the computer.
He grunted and groaned, ripping one hand off his cock, flexing his massive, augmented muscles to prevent it from returning back to his dick. He reached for his head, and grabbed the plastic and metal headset, and tore it off.
And he was rewarded with another orgasm, sending long, thick streams of cum rocketing from his cock.
Jax panted, thinking it was over, until he looked around his apartment.
It was a disaster. The walls, the roof, the floor was all liberally sprayed with his seed. There was so much cum all around him: his clothing was nearly floating, the bed had long since been recoloured with dried cum stains. His computer, his pride and joy, was covered in his spooge, the fans and equipment gunked up, the microchips and processors rendered useless. Even as he watched, his cock continued firing cum all over, adding to the mess that was nearly up to his knees now.
Jax panted, looking down to see that his vision was obscured by two, gargantuan, black orbs on his chest.
“What… no… What happened to me?" Jax whimpered, as his hand snapped back to his cock, stroking him, urging his dick to keep spewing more seed, his tits continuing to shoot milk.
“Ahh, I see you are finally ready," a creepy, sinister voice said.
Jax spun around, his cock swaying in front of him, to see the person that sold him the headset.
“I see the nanites worked perfectly," the old man said with his ever-present smirk, as he reached forward and started stroking the nearly three foot long slab of meat. “Turning you into the most sexy, beautiful creature I've ever seen."
Jax tried to open his mouth to complain, to shout at him, to demand him to turn back. But his mouth remained shut, except for the moans and gasps and groans of his permanently horny body.
“Now, just lock that little twerp away, Sexy. You don't need him anymore, do you?"
“N-no," the muscled skunk moaned, even as Jax tried to scream.
“No need to think. No need to complain. All you need to do is keep cumming. Keep giving me your precious seed. Forever and ever."
“For… ever…" the skunk moaned, while Jax inside was reduced to a voiceless entity, trapped inside his morphed body, as the creepy old man lead his new prize out the door, and to his own personal harem of oversexed, over muscular, over productive animal people.