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[b][u][center]A Hairy Day of Changes 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For javifur[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Cleaning out the attic was always a pain in the ass, but it had to be done. With the family always tossing things up there – even to the point of sneaking over when she was in class and storing stuff in the attic – Jenn had made it a habit to go up and clear it out every few months. If the family didn’t want to lose things, she thought, they shouldn’t start stuffing them in a place that didn’t belong to them.

So far, she had pulled down four different lamps, three different boxes of shoes, two garbage bags worth of clothes, eight boxes of books, and four different gifts wrapped up for Christmas in a few months. She had stuffed the last four things back to the side, keeping them out of the way, and she huffed softly as she sat on the top of the ladder as she took a break.

“How much can they find to shove up here?” she wondered, looking over her shoulder.

The answer seemed to be a lot. There were bags and boxes that went up to the far side of the attic, and she knew that half of it wasn’t even hers. She did this every few months, and the family still kept throwing it up there. Showed how much they missed most of it when they never bothered asking her where it went at the end of the day.

Shaking her head, Jenn got back to her feet, making her way back to the piles of junk. She brushed her hair out of her face, thankful that it only came an inch or so down her forehead, but wishing that she had left the hoodie she wore downstairs. It was starting to get her overheated, and the last thing that she needed while working in the attic was to sweat herself into a fainting spell.

She dragged the hood down, humming as she pushed more boxes to the hole in the floor. One after another after another, never ending. Her shoes slapped loudly against the floorboards, no different to any other time. Some of her classmates at school teased her, calling her Bigfoot for having shoes that were so much bigger than her height should have suggested. Standing only 150 centimeters tall – or just barely five feet, for those that used the old style – and having size 9 shoes meant that she had some pretty long feet, something that most of the girls in college were quick to point out made her look all the weirder.

Jenn didn’t put much credit to what they said. Yeah, she looked a bit different. Short, with large hips and large breasts, and large feet. She was a woman of exaggerated proportions, not that it bothered her all that much. Usually. She just didn’t need the reminder of their taunts while she was working so –

Bumping a box with her hip and sending it falling down, she half-expected to hear the shattering sounds of something fragile. Instead, she heard the soft rustle of paper.

“…Since when did they store that stuff here?”

Kneeling down, she pulled the box back to her lap and pulled it open. It was something from her grandmother’s house, judging by the age and musty smell. Putting the box lid down off to the side, she glanced in, and then cocked her head to the side again.

“The heck?”

It was a scroll, one of the older kind, too. It looked like something that had been saved from something a century ago, or further back than that. She dusted it off carefully, giving it a gentle tug to see if it would snap if she unrolled it. It didn’t, so she dragged it the rest of the way open.

There was some sort of script on it, but the writing was all but impossible to make out. She twisted it this way and that, seeing if the angle or the lighting might make it easier, but there was no solution there.

[i]Cool illustrations, though,[/i] she thought, looking at the werewolves running along the borders of the scroll. [i]Might have to see if that’s worth something. Either a collector or a nerd will pick that up in short order…[/i]

She put it back in the box, even as she felt a little twinge in her nose. Must have been all the dust or something; things were starting to get a little irritating up here.

“Hey! Jenn!”

That would be her roommate, Amanda. She kicked the scroll-box back to the Christmas boxes, and then poked her head down from the attic.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“School, that’s what. Did you see the time?” the redhead called from the stairs down the hall.

“…No?”

“It’s noon, girl!”

“Oh, fuck, you’re kidding, right?”

“No! Get a move on, or you’re going to be late!”

Jenn pulled her head back up and climbed down the ladder at what must have been record speed. As it was, she hit the floor with a thump and ran down the hall to her room, stutter-stepping at the head of the stairs to keep from running down them. She ran in, slammed the door, and ripped her hoodie and sweats off to change into something slightly better for class, or at least, something less dusty.

She managed to get a pair of jeans, followed by a t-shirt. A different hoodie, something that was a little more comfortable, a little less fuck the establishment. She didn’t want to get the teachers angry at her or anything like that.

She was just starting to reach for socks when she realized that she was out of clean ones. One glance at the dirty sock pile brought a horrible smell to her nose, far stronger than usual, and she almost gagged at the idea of putting those on her feet. Fuck that. Fuck that.

Instead, she grabbed a pair of sandals. It was almost winter, so it wasn’t exactly sandal weather, but it was all she had. She jammed her feet into them, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door.

Late, late, late!

#

In class, she was able to calm down again, though she found herself oddly distracted. It felt weird, like her nose was clear for the first time in weeks, and she could smell everything around her. Mostly deodorant, thankfully, but here and there, something different.

Jenn turned her head from side to side when the teacher’s back was to her, looking at the other students. She swore that she could tell who was wearing what. Sam over there was wearing some sort of Old Spice – no, cinnamon Old Spice – and Janine two rows back? Secret Balm. She could recognize both smells, but they were sharper, stronger than usual.

And beside that, she could smell what people had for lunch. Mostly Mexican food, but here and there the cinnamon-cumin smell of some Indian food, and the sharp and vinegar smell of Korean.

She kept having to rub her nose, trying to focus through all the different smells that, thank heavens, masked the different body smells that were around. She could smell those just below the surface, and she wondered how everyone else was managing to stay on task with all those distractions.

She took her notes, but the more that she wrote, the more that she noticed something else. A small itch, not much, but something. Something that tingled down between her toes, right where the strap of the sandal was pressing in. She could wiggle it a bit, getting some of the itch to go away, but it would come right back a second or two later, grinding right back into the same spot.

[i]The heck?[/i]

She shifted her feet around a little, trying to get comfortable again, but it was all but impossible. The feeling of those sandals was…

No, it wasn’t the sandals, she realized. Surreptitiously, she pulled one foot back, scratching along her sole. Fine there. Along her ankle? Also fine. Along the top of her foot –

Not fine. Not fine!

She brushed her fingers against something that was slightly bristly but mostly fine and soft. It almost felt like…like hair, or fur, or something like that, but she’d shaved just yesterday, all the way down her leg and against the tiny little hairs that were at her ankles. There shouldn’t be anything down there.

The teacher didn’t notice, and neither did the other students. She pulled her hand back, but now she couldn’t even focus on taking her notes. All she could think about was how her feet felt so…so tingly, so itchy, and wondering what else she’d see.

Jenn hunched her shoulders, lowering her head closer to the notebook so that she could at least tune out the rest of the class, and the occasional whisper of ‘bigfoot’ in her direction.

#

The first of three classes ended, and the first thing that she did was run straight to the bathroom. She darted into the stall at the far end, slammed it shut, and immediately sat down and pulled her foot off the floor. She slid the sandal down –

There it was. Gray hair, thick and getting thicker. She had little tufts of it on her toes and some of it was sliding between them, particularly where the sandal had been pulling on it.

[i]No wonder it was so itchy all the way through…[/i]

She stared at the top of her foot, unable to believe what she was seeing. That had to be a hallucination, or – or something. A dream? A daydream? God, why would she even start thinking of this happening to her? Her feet were already big, she didn’t need to give the bullies something else to latch onto. Jenn with the hairy feet? More teasing, she’d be doomed.

She hadn’t brought any tweezers with her, either, or anything else that might have trimmed that down. She’d just have to live with it for the day and hope that nobody paid any attention to it.

Sliding her sandal back on with a slight whimper of worry, she stood up –

“Mmmph…”

She felt her nose feeling a bit warm this time, and she smelled the water around her and the little bits of perfume that kept the bad stuff at bay. Her nose felt a little…sore, a little bit tight, almost like when she had bad acne and needed to get the pores empty.

[i]The heck?[/i]

She opened the stall door, walked up to the mirror, and almost fell head over heels as she backed away from it.

Her nose was almost black at the tip, almost like someone had taken a Sharpie and dabbed her with it. She rubbed it, trying to make the spot go away, but it was still there. More than that, it wasn’t even wet, didn’t even smear. It was like her nose had just gone from pale to black.

[i]What…what the…[/i]

Jenn heard the sound of voices coming to the bathroom, and she whipped her hood over her head, dragging it down until it covered her nose. She ran out the door, slamming it open. She might have hit one of the other students, but she didn’t care. She needed to get out of there, and fast.

#

The second class was a bit easier, though she swore that her nose was all the more sensitive. She could smell some of the other things about the men and women around her. Some of them were on their period, and some of them had been…active…lately. She could smell that, and her cheeks burned as she lowered her head down to her notebook again.

[i]Math…do the math…[/i]

Jenn tried to focus on that. Normally, numbers were easy for her, and that, at least, meant that she could get some work done while the rest of her brain was focusing on the smells she was picking up from around her.

Her feet hadn’t stopped tickle-itching, either. She could feel something else going on, and her sandals were getting more uncomfortable by the second, the sensation of tightness along the straps between her toes getting to her as well as the soles of her feet feeling rather…sensitive. Almost like they were getting irritated by the sandals that she was wearing. She curled her toes –

And something caught.

Her eyes went wide, and she stopped writing, frozen in place. Her breath came slowly, her hands shook, and she looked up at the teacher as he kept writing on the board.

[i]Slowly…slowly…[/i]

Sitting in the back this time, she didn’t attract much attention, but she didn’t dare attract even a bit as she reached down to her sandals again. This time, she felt for her toe, first, and then ran her fingers down along the tip –

[i]Oh god, oh fuck, oh god…[/i]

There was a claw there. Not a very long one, but her toenail had grown outwards, hardened, and curled just enough to catch in the edge of the sandal. A little whimper that she choked off immediately continued to echo in the back of her head, but she carefully put her foot back down on the floor.

[i]Claws. What…why? Why?[/i]

Something was wrong, and she didn’t know what. All she knew was that things were getting weirder and weirder.

#

Second class to lunch. She took the long way around, going from C building to the main building by the back paths. Jenn managed to make it about halfway there before the sandals became utterly intolerable.

They had been annoying in the classroom, and they were tighter than they should have been. The strap kept digging into the space between her toes, and the claws kept getting caught in the rubber sole. The rubber sole itself was itching at her, almost like her feet were having an allergic reaction. She tried to ignore it for as long as she could, but even her modesty had its limits against that kind of discomfort.

Eventually, she pulled her sandals off, tucking them into her bag. As soon as her bare feet touched the pavement, things felt better, but she felt all the more embarrassed. She was barefoot at college, feeling almost like a homeless person walking along the back paths, sneaking along so that security didn’t stop her and question her about things.

God, if people hadn’t been at risk of staring before, they’d be staring now.

She walked to the back of the admin building, trying to ignore the odd ‘comfort’ that seemed to come from being barefoot. She liked the feeling of it rubbing against her feet, of the pavement and dirt on her soles, almost…almost too much.

Jenn paused at the back door, spotting a hose faucet. Better clean herself up, she thought. She walked over to it, stood on one foot –

And stared. The sole of her foot had gone from being white to being black, completely black, along the ball of her foot and under her toes and along her heel. It felt…it felt so different, so filthy, so wrong.

Whimpering, almost panting for breath, she turned the water on and ran it over her foot, hoping to get rid of the dirt. Some came off, but the black stayed, just like the black on her nose. A bit rougher, a bit courser, she supposed, but –

She touched it, and her eyes went wide.

[i]Pads? No, no fucking way.[/i]

But that was it. Her feet had pads now, pads that were spread over her toes and the ball of her foot. It looked like the paint of pavement on them, of the blacktop marking her, but no. They were real pads, just like what one might have found on the paws of an animal.

[i]This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.[/i]

She kept trying to scrub her foot, trying to get the black spots to go away, but no. They weren’t going. They weren’t dirt. They were pads, and the pads couldn’t be scrubbed away by water.

By the time that she was able to get all the dirt off, though, she could hear people coming down the back path, and she knew that she needed to get lost in a crowd, and fast. Jenn shut off the water, wiped her feet on the doormat, and ran inside.

#

Lunch had its own surprises, mostly to do with her fingers and ears.

The fingers weren’t so bad, at least, when she was looking down at her hands. Yeah, there was a bit of fuzz on them, but the nails were better looking than the claws on her feet, and she could probably excuse them as a weird nail job that had gone wrong. Even the pads that started to take form on her hands weren’t so bad.

However, the ears…

She could feel the hair, first, and she had never, ever wished more than at that point to have long hair to cover it. She ran her fingers over the tips of her ears, feeling them getting pointed, feeling the little tufts of fur and hair that were growing out of them. She pulled her hood down even tighter, hiding most of her face at this point. She had to blindly fumble to get the food in her mouth.

[i]What’s happening to me? Was…[/i]

Was it the scroll from before? Had that had real magic in it or something, something that would turn her from her person self to something different? Oh god, what if it did? What if that was what was happening right then and there?

She had to get out of here before someone paying attention noticed that something was wrong with her. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this.

She finished her cheeseburger and quickly darted out of the cafeteria, making her way to the door again. Jenn stepped outside, leaning back against the brick walls, on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.

As she slid down, tucking her feet under her to hide their bare status and the pads that were growing in, she could feel more of the fur spreading across her body. It was under her pants, under her shirt, spreading along her sides and pretty much everywhere else, save for her face and her chest. She could feel those parts being okay.

But everywhere else, she was heating up, getting stifled in all the clothes she was wearing.

[i]Need to get home. Need to get home.[/i]

The third class of the day would have to wait. She panted, catching her breath until she could get to her feet. She started walking.

No, she started running.

It felt so easy with her new feet, almost like the pads gave her a better sense of balance as she ran through the campus and down the street. She was so fast and so many other students were in class that it was easy for her to avoid notice. The few people that turned to look at her probably didn’t see anything more than another student running around, probably didn’t even see her face enough to know that it was her. That was all for the best. She needed to get home before they saw anything more than that.

Further, faster, further, faster…

#

The house and the shared dorm that she had with Amanda loomed in the distance, and she ran right for it. She didn’t even bother trying to wash her feet at the front door; she just ran inside and hit the bathroom as soon as she did. She locked it behind her, started the water running, and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“Come on, come on, come on…”

As soon as the water was warm enough, she shoved her feet under it. The water got rid of some of the dust and dirt that she’d picked up from the run, but it didn’t do anything to get rid of the changes to her feet, or the pads, or anything. She was still marked.

[i]How marked, though?[/i]

Jenn pulled off her hoodie, looking back at the mirror. She had long, dark gray fur that had grown in almost everywhere along her torso, only leaving her breasts and belly alone. Her back-end had been covered in fuzz, too, no longer letting her see her skin through it. Her palms and soles lacked fur, but the backs of her hands and the tops of her feet more than made up for that.

As she looked in the mirror properly, she saw that her teeth were sharper, pushing at her lips and showing off just a bit. Her nose had darkened completely, and while it hadn’t become a full dog nose, it was definitely darker, and far more sensitive. She could smell herself, and while it wasn’t an offensive smell, just being that aware of it was weird. And off-putting, she had to admit.

She stripped off the rest of her clothes, sitting in the water and letting it soak into her fur. That smelled weird for a bit, but she managed to get through that, rinsing it with the mildest shampoo that they had. It still had some perfumed smells to it, but not nearly as much as some of the stuff that she was used to using.

She had just finished cleaning herself off and had started plugging in the hair dryer when she heard the door opening and shutting at the front of the house.

[i]Amanda.[/i]

“Jenn? You home?”

“Um, yeah! Yeah! Just cleaning up.”

“You showered already?”

“Well, took a bath.”

“…When did you get home, anyway? I thought you’d still be in class.”

“It was cancelled!” she lied, fumbling with the cord.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that. You okay?”

“Uh, yeah! Yeah! Do you mind, um, getting my bathrobe? I think I left it upstairs.”

“Yeah…sure. You sure you’re okay? You’re being weird.”

“Weird day, heh. I’ll…”

She looked at herself, at the sagging fur, at the hair dryer, at…well, at everything at that moment, and realized just how close she was to a hysterical breakdown.

“Um…actually, really not fine.”

Jenn leaned back against the wall, the dryer just blowing hot air into the air. She wanted to take back what she’d just said, but the whole day was just crashing down on her, and she didn’t know what else to do. Amanda was…well, they were roommates for a reason, and they had been close enough to be willing to do this, despite her being a weirdo and Amanda being one of the more popular girls in college.

There was a knock at the bathroom door, and Jenn allowed it to come open. Amanda stepped inside, covering her eyes and offering the bathrobe. After a moment’s hesitation, Jenn took it, wrapping it around her middle and then covering her breasts and privates. The urge to run around Amanda right then was almost overpowering, but she knew that she needed to do this. Hiding…

Hiding wouldn’t help. Not in the long run.

So, instead, she gave her roommate a big old wet dog hug.

“Gah!”

Amanda opened her eyes right off the bat, looked down at her, and immediately froze. The red-head blinked, looked at her hair and ears, and then further down. Her mouth worked soundlessly, trying to find something, anything to say.

“I know…I’m…I’m kind of a freak…”

“…My room or yours?”

“Wha?”

“To talk.”

“Um…mine?”

“Alright. Come on.”

#

They went upstairs, and as soon as the door was closed and they got comfortable, with Jenn sitting on her bed with her feet pressed together and Amanda sitting at the foot of the bed with her legs stretched out, Jenn started explaining what little she knew about the whole situation. That wasn’t much, but she started with the scroll upstairs and continued through all the other things that had happened at college.

The longer she talked, the more that she started to notice things. Like how nice Amanda smelled, or…or how she looked rather sweet…or how she was being so nice…or…

Or how her foot, pointed right at Jenn, was getting to her in the worst way.

Her little stream of consciousness rambling continued, but she found herself staring at her roommate’s bare foot more than once, and she blushed as she started to find herself thinking of other things than just looking at it. She started to imagine pushing her face in good and close, or of nuzzling up against it.

Hell, she found herself wondering how it would feel to play with it further, to give it a few kisses or even…well…lick it…

She could smell from here that it was fine. No stink or other stuff that would have put her off. Amanda seemed to take care of herself quite well, and even the only lotion smell that she could pick up was something like coconut milk and shea butter, nothing more than that, and it was fairly mild, like it had been almost fully absorbed already.

[i]Why…[/i]

Was the transformation doing something to her head, too? She’d never been interested in feet before, but she was wondering how that would feel, how it would be to do that with someone else now. And with someone that she lived with, for that matter, someone that she’d have to see from then on.

She’d gone quiet, she realized, and she shook her head.

“I guess…Sorry…Where did I leave off?”

“You said that you had that transformation with the ears, and came running back here.”

“Yeah…”

She reached up and rubbed the points of her ears, which were more obvious than ever. She had become almost a full wolf over the time that she had been talking, the little changes continuing during the story. She pressed her feet a little more firmly together, feeling the pads at the balls of her feet and the heels grinding on one another. It wasn’t…unpleasant, for sure, and she had to stop herself by pulling her legs apart to keep it from continuing.

“I just…I don’t know what to do. I’m…”

“Cute?”

Jenn blinked, looking up at her roommate. Amanda rubbed the back of her neck with a little blush of her own.

“Just saying. It’s not a bad look.”

“But…but…”

“Yeah, you’re fuzzy, but…it’s not like you look [i]bad.[/i] Just different.”

“Even with all the…you know…”

She held up her hands, the paw pads wet with a bit of nervous sweat, and her feet were almost the same. Amanda’s eyes dipped down, then the red-head shook her head.

“Nah. It’s weird, yeah, but it’s kind of a cool look. Makes you stand out even more than you already did.”

“Thanks.”

“Not like that,” Amanda hurriedly said, shaking her head. “I mean…I like it.”

“…Yeah?”

“I mean…maybe more than a little.”

“What, you like fuzzy girls?”

“Well…I don’t dislike it…”

Amanda scooted down the bed a bit, and Jenn blushed as her roommate slowly extended her leg. It didn’t get better when the toes ran along her thigh, and then just a bit further up, under her robe and nearly touching her somewhere very, [i]very[/i] intimate in that moment. Amanda smiled, her cheeks almost as red as her hair, but the smile was just that genuine, and…and there was a different smell now.

“And I know you’re in the mood,” she whispered.

“I…you…”

“You’ve been staring this whole time.”

“You knew?!”

“You’ve been pretty obvious.”

“W-well, it was…you looked like you were showing off.”

“Who says I wasn’t?”

That was a different sort of idea, and not one that she had been considering. Her cheeks burned all the hotter as she imagined what else the other woman might have been thinking of.

If she had a tail, that would have been where it would have started wagging. If not then, then just after, as those toes finally made contact with her down there.

“Oh god…oh god…”

“I’m not sure if this is part of the magic, too,” Amanda said, moving closer, the taller woman looming over her as Jenn found herself falling backwards on the bed. They laid together, Amanda’s breasts against hers, only a bathrobe and a shirt keeping them from getting even more intimate with each other. “But if it is, I don’t think I’m complaining.”

“You…want to get with a werewolf girl?”

“Heh…I think you’re more of a were-pup.”

“Heeeeeeey.”

“Hush. You’re cute.”

“So…you’re serious? Really?”

Amanda rolled her eyes, one of her hands moving down until –

“Ah!”

“Satisfied?” the other woman asked, wiggling her fingers back and forth inside of Jenn’s sex. The soft wetness and the gentle pressure of the fingers was more than enough to leave her whimpering, blushing, gasping. “It sounds like you’re pretty pent-up there; how long has it been?”

“With another person?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Can’t remember.”

“That long, hmm?”

Those fingers slowly slid out, but not without curving at the last moment to touch something all the more sensitive inside of her. It was more than she expected, and she was more than slightly wet after that.

Amanda sat up, letting her do the same, and her roommate reached down and took one of Jenn’s feet by the ankles. She blushed as she had her foot lifted up, the pads along the bottom studied as if in fascination. Gentle fingers stroked along her soft soles, pushing against the pads for a moment before stroking away.

“They’re so…different.”

“You…you’re staring,” Jenn said, her cheeks burning.

“Well, why not?”

“They’re…big? And kinda…kinda freaky.”

“And hot.”

“Hot?”

“Well, look at mine.”

Amanda lifted her leg, showing off a comparatively dainty sole, barely size 6, soft and well-tended. It had a sheen to it that had to come from a light lotion, and the sole itself looked positively plush.

And it turned her on. Hard.

“Okay…okay, you’re hot…I’m…h-hot,” Jenn said, blushing. “Do we…”

“Heh…come give ‘em a lick, were-pup.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Jenn, a rather normal, squat woman, is suddenly going through changes. Big changes, as a matter of fact, and soon, she’s more focused on them than her day to day life.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, embarrassment, human, canine, werewolf, transformation, foot fetish, foot transformation, foot focus, college, pads, barefoot, new fetish, fingering, nudity, public, slow TF,