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"Sure thing! Get comfortable, you two, and I'll be with you shortly."

With a nod and a quiet sigh of relief, the feline watched the rather tall wolf pick up both menus and briskly walk away. His own attire suddenly felt inadequate and he straightened up, adjusting his shirt a bit. His gaze turned to the girl sitting in front of him. Somehow, she was still here.

He looked at her, fist clenching slightly. Even when distractedly looking at her phone, the canine was a thing to behold. Dark hair flowed down her face, covering one of her eyes, culminating on her shoulders, almost blending in with the strips of the bra that hid under her elegant, slender dress and-

"This place is pretty nice." She spoke, the feline almost jumping a bit in place as his train of thought was interrupted.

"Y-yeah, they make good food." He looked around the cosy restaurant. It was quite hip, with wooden walls covered in artsy decorations he didn't particularly care for. Something more urgent did catch his attention, however; a sharp pain on his chest. Again.

At first he thought it was just his nerves, but his nerves usually struck on his stomach, not his chest. Hell, his whole body had grown to be uncomfortably warm throughout the evening, and he felt the littlest bit dizzy. Going on a date with a cute girl usually made him a bit ill, but he didn't remember it ever getting this bad. His hand clenched into a fist as he squeezed his napkin, a particularly painful moment making him whine lightly.

The canine in front of her noticed; her long, pointy ears perking up as her eyes met his. The feline seemed to be hurting. With a concerned frown, she put down her phone and leaned towards him a bit. "Hey, uh... You don't look so good. Are you feeling alright?" Her voice was quiet and gentle, just like her.

The feline downed a bit more water, and let out a nervous chuckle. He was burning up.

"H-hah, yeah. I'm fine, just. Y'know. Must be allergic to dogs or something. Heh."

It was not the time for a joke, but the joke was the perfect time to make a little escape. "Actually, I'm going to pop into the bathroom real quick, yeah? Just..." he froze, obviously in pain once again, before continuing. "...just wait here, and don't eat any of my fries! Ha-hah!". He wasn't sure she appreciated most of his jokes, but he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

The feline got off the table and managed to make his way onto the bathroom without knocking off any chairs. As soon as he made it into the white-tiled room, he rushed to the first empty stall he could find and just sat on the toilet, panting. He wiped his face with his shirt, getting rid of that annoying sweat.

The scent that had stuck to his shirt hit him. He could still smell the canine on his clothes. He sniffed at his forearm, just to double check. Smelled like canine alright. Leaning back against the wall, the feline panted breathlessly, his vision getting blurry. By the time the whole thing was worrying him enough to try to call for help, he was already feeling his consciousness fading.

"H-hhelp..."

His quiet whine went unnoticed, and the feline promptly passed out; his arms hanging limply by his sides.

The sound of running water woke the feline up; a quiet gasp escaping his lips as he slowly came to. Everything was blurry and shaky, and his short, panicked breaths echoed through his stall.

His body felt weird. He wasn't in pain, but he felt heavier. He lifted his hand to rub at his face and eyes, sitting up and groaning quietly. Well, at least the pain was gone. How long had he been out, anyway?

Despite his body no longer hurting, breathing felt harder than before, somehow. His chest felt heavier, and his shirt felt as if it had shrunk a size or five. As he looked down, he noticed one thing was extremely off about his body. Well, two things, actually. Two rather large bulges hiding under his shirt, stretching it to a cartoony degree. The feline blinked, awestruck. Was he still dreaming?

His hands moved to grab at the newfound chest, only for a wave of intense pleasure to wash over his entire body. He barely managed to stifle a moan as he tried not to fall off the toilet seat in surprise; ears lowering and face turning bright red. His mind started racing. What the fuck was going on?

After his scrambled brain managed to start putting the pieces together, his ears perked up. Wait, if he had breasts, what about...

The feline stood up, almost losing balance as the new weight of his body caught him off guard. Hands undid those extremely tight pants, lowering them. Boxers. Check. He swallowed down, leaning forward a bit to see under his own chest. Tug.

...Yeah, he was definitely dreaming.

Mouth agape, delicate fingers reached down to prod at the pair of puffy lips that were now between his rather squishy thighs. A single digit brushing against it made her legs weak, and a tiny whimper escaped her mouth. The new feline girl fell back on the seat, in shock. She tried to rationalize this, but she couldn't.

A bit more rubbing and exploring confirmed what she was dreading. This wasn't a dream. She remembered the bathroom, the date the... The girl! With one of her hands still in her boxers, she hurriedly grabbed her phone, checking the time. It was 9:43. She clearly remembered the reservation being for 8:00.

She had been in here for almost two hours.

Despite the gravity of her situation, her date being ruined was extremely frustrating. The feline grunted, and slammed her phone-holding fist against the wall.

"Fuck!"

Her anger turned to shock as she heard her voice. It was so high-pitched and soft that even the angry swearing sounded adorable coming from her. As she tried to remain calm, her ears picked up something unusual after her outburst.

The running water had stopped.

Her ears perked as she heard footsteps coming towards her stall. Her eyes darted towards the door. In her rushed entry, she hadn't even had time to lock it. And before she could, someone opened the door for her.

In front of the sprawled, startled feline stood a rather large, surprised Bernese. The feline remembered seeing him when they first got to the restaurant, but seeing him now, he was even bigger than she remembered. Her eyes were open wide; mouth agape and body completely frozen. The towering canine looked down at her, equally surprised.

_"Holy shit."_He spoke.

Before she could even mutter a word, the bernese casually stepped inside of the stall, closing the door behind him. No need to lock it; there was no way she could squeeze past him. With a happy sigh, he promptly undid his jeans and fished for his junk, which he pulled out of his boxers, letting it hang freely.

"Perfect timing, actually." He spoke happily as one of his massive hands moved to gently but firmly grab at the feline's head, who jolted back to reality with a high-pitched whine.

She finally spoke, suddenly panicking and struggling to grab onto something within the stall to sit up and move away from the threat of that already hardening canine shaft. Still, that heavy mitt on her didn't quite allow that to happen. Her hands grabbed at that thick forearm, trying to pry it off of her as she struggled to look up, laughing nervously and trying to keep him as a distance.

"A-ah! No, it's not what it look like, h-haha!" She laughed nervously, trying to squirm away from his grip and sit up properly. "I just woke up here, you have to help m-mngh!"

"Shhh." The bernese shushed her, calmly, his hand moving from the top of her head to its side; meaty fingers closing the feline's mouth. He lowered himself a bit, tilting her head up lightly and looking down at her with what almost felt like pity. "I'll help, doll. But be quiet. You cats are so fucken' loud."

She froze yet again, not being able to believe what was going on. One second he had a cute dog girl by her side, the next she was about to be fucked in a bathroom stall by a guy two times her size. Her eyes darted all around, looking for a way out. His calm expression was unsettling, and so was watching him idly grabbing the base of his hardening shaft.

She was out of options. In a rush of adrenaline, both of her hands grabbed at the bernese's forearm, and squeezed it tight; trying to dig her claws into him. It was useless.

He snorted, shaking his head a bit, and shifted his hand lightly; thumb and middle finger held her head in place, index finger forced its way into her panting mouth; almost filling it completely. The feline let out an audible yet muffled gasp.

"Mpghh!"

The bernese started to pant lightly, obviously enjoying this turn of events greatly. Drops of saliva landed on the feline's shoulders and head, and he lost no time in lining himself up as nicely as possible from this angle. The sprawled feline had had no time to pull her pants back up before any of this happened, so the throbbing, almost burning tip of the male's arousal was soon being rubbed teasingly against her sensitive lips.

The way the feline squirmed, panted and moaned almost surprised the canine. He had been with cats before, sure, but this one was by far the most sensitive he'd seen to date. It was quite amusing. He looked down at his watch, and let out an annoyed grunt as he forced another finger into that struggling mouth; flattening the feline's tongue and silencing her.

"Ah, fuck. Break's almost over." He groaned, as his free hand casually grabbed the feline's side, holding it firmly. "Sorry, babe. S'gonna be a quick one."

Those words were accompanied by an almost lazy thrust, which assisted by the canine's sheer size, was more than enough to shove half of that hardened shaft into the brand new, fleshy passage.

A sharp, breathless gasp was all that came out of the feline; her eyes opening wide as her whole body shivered violently in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A few minutes ago, the feline was the proud owner of a moderately-sized dick. Now, she had suddenly become a fleshlight for the bernese's.

Her shock caused her whole body to freeze momentarily, unsure how to react to the situation. More warm, sticky saliva landed on her face and hair, and with a bit of a push and a squeeze of her hip, the bernese soon shoved himself fully into her. He couldn't tell if he was just over-excited or if he genuinely could see the shape of his cock through her slender belly.

Her claws tried again and again to dig into the canine's forearm, to no avail. But still, as the dog started gyrating his hips, stirring her insides and stretching her, what little strength she had in her soon faded away.

"Mmf. Theeere we go. 'atta girl." The canine whispered hoarsely, looking down at the feline girl trying to adapt to her new role as his toy. He could've sworn he saw her pupils become heart-shaped for just a fraction of a second. Maybe he was working too much.

After a few seconds of pushing and grinding, the bernese started to pull back, but buried himself back inside once he was half-way through. It was a tight one, but he had gravity and size by his side. Hands firmly holding the feline in place, he started to slowly build up a rhythm.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The feline was moaning as loudly as her abused mouth would allow it, but thanks to the massive paw wrapped around her face, all that could be heard were muffled, weak little whines that were easily covered by the bernese's panting, among other wet, squishy noises. He looked down at her, grinning.

"I can smell dog on you, girl. Glad I'm the first one to ride you today, though. I hate sloppy seconds."

Dog!? How could he smell dog on her?! She was a FELINE! A FELINE on a date with a cute d-

Oh.

She suddenly made the connection. He smelt his date on her. Not that it mattered, anyway. If she didn't smell of dog before, she certainly was going to now. The male had a rather powerful, thick scent. It was overwhelming. She noticed it as soon as he opened the door, and now that he was both ON and IN her... She could feel that smell seeping into her fur and flooding her brain with strange thoughts.

While she was busy trying to fight off those thoughts, however, the bernese was happily rutting his newfound plaything. Thrust after thrust, the feline was easily reduced from a squirming, tough cat to a weak, moaning mess. The canine was rather impressed with the transformation. He still had it.

Soon, his hand let go of her head and joined the other on grabbing the feline's hips. This allowed him to thrust into her more powerfully; that massive canine cock stretching her with ease, roughly kissing her newly formed cervix.

With her mouth free, the poor feline girl was finally able to breathe. To speak. To tell him to get off of him. Gasping for air, she tried to.

"M-meeEEEeEeow..... A-Aahn! Mgnph...."

The canine was quite encouraged by this. Hell, he was pretty sure he could feel her purring against him. His thrusts became shallower and faster; pre already coating the insides of the girl as her limp arms and legs tried to hold onto something. To hold on for dear life.

Before she could, however, she felt a sharp pain on her sides; a tiny yelp echoing through the bathroom as the bernese's claws proved more effective at digging into her skin. There was no blood, but they'd leave a mark, for sure. Still, that was nothing compared to the sensation that came shortly after.

_ "Splurt!" _

The feline's ears perked up and her eyes opened wide as she momentarily came back to her senses; feeling a wave of warmth washing over her as the canine buried himself balls-deep inside of her, and started emptying his load. One hand held her in place as he leaned forward, resting his forearm against the wall behind her.

"A-ah. Fuck." He muttered, gyrating his hips a bit and thrusting through his climax.

The first rope was almost enough to fill the feline completely, but there were many, many more to come. The canine kept on panting; tail wagging behind him as he kept on drooling on the poor feline; who struggled to do anything but moan and squirm; her smaller body clenching around that massive shaft as it painted her from the inside.

A few ropes in and both her pants and the toilet floor were completely covered in dog seed. The massive bernese had a load to match his libido, and most of it ended up being forced out of the feline due to her small size. The almost passed-out feline was left with a bloated stomach; warm, fertile canine cum slowly oozing down her inner thighs as she panted, absolutely exhausted and barely conscious.

A few minutes later, a much more relaxed bernese came out of the bathroom with the biggest, warmest smile. As he did, he noticed both patrons and waiters were gathered around the one screen near the bar counter.

He looked at the news report that was taking place, where a rather dapper pheasant newscaster dramatically spoke while gesturing towards some kind of health PSA graphics.

"And remember, the effects of this new virus are TEMPORARY. So if you wake up and find your body has been altered in ANY way, stay calm and stay home for at least 24 hours."

The bernese asked one of his co-workers what that was all about, and was promptly shushed by a fussy fox who was trying to hear the report.

"As far as we know, research teams say that based on the most recent reports, intimate contact might make the effects of this virus permanent. So again, we urge the public to stay calm and isolate until the changes are reverted."

The bernese blinked and shrugged. Another day, another virus. Adjusting his shirt a bit, he noticed one of his co-workers entering the same bathroom he had just left minutes ago. He couldn't help but grin smugly, and whisper under his breath.

"Too slow. Enjoy the sloppy seconds, dude."