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Collar of the Wild 3 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha

A soft and gentle 'shplort' sound came from Victor's shoes with each step along the rain soaked sidewalk. The old black sneakers were well loved, battered, worn, weathered, flaked and split. The tread was gone, the laces frazzled, and the rubber sole were splitting from the rest of the shoe... but still Victor couldn't give them up, not until they had fully fallen apart. They had been with him since track in high school and on every day of jogging since. They were lucky for him, he loved them... there was just something about them that made him feel content.

Victor continued along the strip of store fronts, his reflection catching in the windows. Victor was five foot ten with sleek black hair and hazel eyes, his body lithe. Despite running so often, he hadn't sprung for any of the expensive gear. He simply wore an old black t-shirt and basketball shorts, though the coming winter weather would likely demand a slightly more ambitious wardrobe. Reaching the next block, Victor broke back into a sprint, his feet pounding the ground.

He traveled in long strides, his black hair swaying with his movement. Victor was starting to feel really good about everything. He glanced up, seeing a shop keeper redressing one of the mannequins in the window display. He gave a smile to the man... at least until he felt a snap under his foot. The last strip of rubber holding his shoe together split and the entire sneaker unraveled, popping every seam and nearly exploding into a pile of worn rubber. Sensing the death of its friend, the other sneaker followed suit and came apart as Victor moved. He stumbled a bit, his socked feet coming down on the cement while the frazzled remains of the sneakers were left behind.

"Aw damn..." Victor groaned, coming to a stop, turning around. He crouched down to scoop up the remains of his shoes, feeling their loss already. The door to the clothing store opened and a man in his fifties emerged, a long bushy curly beard hanging down almost all the way to his rounded belly, his shaggy brown hair looking like it belonged on a Greek statue. His boots made clop sounds as he approached. A hand came down, resting on Victor's shoulder.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Elius said softly.

"They were just shoes." Victor lied to himself. Elius shook his head.

"Not to you, I could see that when you were running by. They were more like friends... Friends that had been through a lot with you." Elius said. Victor looked up in surprise, blushing a bit.

"I didn't think anyone else would get that..." Victor whispered. Elius grinned.

"I sell all kinds of clothes... I have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing what people will want to be with them for the rest of their lives, to grow old with them... and just how intimate people can feel toward their wardrobe." Elius smiled.

"Do you sell shoes? It looks like I'm in the market... and if you really feel that way, you might know a pair that will last me as long as these did." Victor said, standing up. Elius grinned deeply.

"Longer, trust me." Elius said, patting Victor on the shoulder, "Let's see if I can make you a deal too, since you're obviously in need." Elius said. Victor rushed ahead to open the door for the older man. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, but it wasn't at all what he expected. The door felt so strange, like stone instead of metal and glass... but it was comforting all the same. The two moved into the store and while Elius was quite familiar, Victor had to stop in shock as he looked at the endless sea of leather and hide and every other fabric known to man.

"This place is amazing..." Victor whispered.

"You haven't seen anything yet. Why don't you come with me to the cross country section." Elius said, leading the way. Victor followed the bearded man, passing leather cop outfits and trench coats, seeing mannequins dressed up as bad ass teenagers and bikers... but as they reached the right corner, the clothing started t seem more familiar. There were running shorts, running shirts, hiking and running shoes... The variety of fabrics was wide and diverse and they all caught Victor's eyes.

"Wow..." Victor whispered.

"Ah, here it is... Just what you need." Elius cooed. Victor turned and his jaw dropped, his hazel eyes taking in the sleekest, most cutting edge outfit he had ever seen in his life, wrapped around a bland white mannequin... Shimmering in the light like liquid night itself was the sleekest, darkest, pitch black running shirt he'd ever seen. It put lycra and spandex and every other lightweight material to shame... There were running shorts made of the same material... but the best part rested on the podium, the running shoes... They were sleek, made of the finest black rubber and leather and some of the glistening material. There were no laces, but instead strange veins that ran from the tongue down to the toe, almost segmenting the shoe into toe like sections. The tiniest nubs on each section gave extra traction and brought images of the fastest large cats to the back of Victor's mind... Cheetahs, pumas, panthers and cougars... A strange sense of pride washed through him.

"I'll take them..." Victor whispered. Elius grinned, moving with a surprising grace. He bagged up the shirt and shorts and slid them into a black backpack before pulling out a shoe box. He offered it to Victor and Victor accepted, opening the box up with eager eyes. He pulled out one of the shoes and turned it over. He wasn't surprised in the slightest that the tread on the bottom of the shoe looked like paw pads and claws. He set it down and moved his foot toward the shoe before Elius reached out.

"No socks... I know, it seems weird, but trust me." Elius said. Victor looked surprised, but given the high tech nature of the rest of the outfit, who was he to argue.

"No socks." Victor replied with a grin. He peeled off his socks, wiggling his toes before he slid his foot in slowly. He tilted his head, a bit surprised at the sensation, "Roomy..."

"They'll adjust, don't worry." Elius said, though he was vague as to what specifically would adjust. Victor let out a long moan as his foot spread out in the shoe, the bones shifting. He thought they were just spreading comfortably... he had no idea that his foot was stretching longer and thicker, his ankle thickening as his entire foot grew a size. The shoe hugged his foot snugly now, almost massaging it and caressing it. Victor eagerly slipped the other shoe on, shifting his weight back and forth, feeling as if he was getting a massage. It felt wonderful... Victor couldn't wait to give them a test run. He eagerly paid Elius the discounted price and slung the backpack over his shoulder before heading out of the shop, turning back toward home.

Victor let out a soft breath of surprise, it felt almost as if he could feel the cement beneath the shoes. He took a step, then another, his stride increasing as he picked up the pace. His feet fell silently to the cement as he broke into his sprint, picking up more and more speed. In moments Victor could hear the wind rushing around his face and shoulders, weaving seamlessly between parking meters, passing other pedestrians at a blinding speed... and he was only picking up more speed. He was worried about tripping, but the shoes seemed to swell out more, wider and longer... his feet doing the same inside, his toes stretched, his supple foot flesh extended beneath the caress of the rubber.

The run that would have taken Victor a half hour took only moments. He breezed past the door of his apartment and up the stairs, bursting into his room, having to skid to a stop. Victor's hair fell into his face as he finally did stop, a gust of wind finally catching up to him. Victor stood motionless in awe of his accomplishment before he looked down at the shoes... the very large shoes... the shoes that were bigger than he remembered. Victor wiggled his toes and then nearly collapsed as it felt like his cock had been massaged. He wiggled them again and wobbled, crashing onto the couch. Confused and torn between pleasure and shock, Victor knew that he had to have the ability to move his toes without sexual pleasure.

Repositioning himself, Victor reached down and grabbed at the shoe, trying to pull it off... but the rubber seemed to be stuck to his skin. He tugged and pulled and stretched... but it wasn't working. What it was doing was sending huge waves of pleasure to his groin. Blood rushed into his shaft, his shorts tenting as he worked with his foot. Victor gave up on his left foot and tried his right, encountering the same problem... His feet were hyper sensitive and the shoes weren't moving. He could feel every caress, every touch and tap as if it was his own skin. Victor reached around the shoe before tracing over the paw shaped treat... and then he let out a giggle... it had tickled.

"What the hell is going on?" Victor whimpered in confusion, though his confusion was made even worse when he realized he was rubbing the tread more and more... and the tread was swelling. The veins in the shoe were splitting, segmenting around his toes... the paw pads were growing round, the black hugged his feet and the nubs pushed against his toes, looking like real claws. Victor watched in terror as the shoes on his feet changed, losing all their synthetic lines. They grew wider, longer, thicker and more animal, morphing and shifting... until Victor had size fifteen panther paws... Black, clawed, rubber and leather panther paws...

Dumbfounded, Victor didn't know what to do. He tried wiggling one toe and it felt great. Wiggling them all felt even better. Victor panted, feeling better than he had his entire life. He knew he should have been afraid, but it was the best feeling of his life... and those were just the shoes. As Victor considered that idea, his body froze... every part of him was still except for his eyes. Slowly his eyes moved to the backpack, the glistening black shirt peeking out. Victor licked his lips slowly before he blushed. The black haired young man quickly pulled off his shirt before he reached in and grabbed the shirt he had purchased. It felt like liquid shadow in his hands, light and airy. He held it above his head, sliding his arms through before it glided into place, hugging his chest and abs and arms, contouring to every muscle... and then contouring every muscle. Everything looked sleeker, more defined, more buff... and Victor somehow thought it was all him.

Soon the runner's hands frantically unbuttoned and zipped his shorts, tugging them off before casting them aside. Victor reached for the last item in the bag, his running shorts... but for some reason Elius' warning about no socks echoed in his mind. This stuff wasn't designed for restraints. Victor was soon peeling off his underwear with the giddy exuberance of a school child, reveling in his hard cock. He pulled out the shorts and admired them before he slid one leg through. Already his thigh and calf felt lighter, stronger, muscled and sleek... Victor knew he was a predator. He slid his other leg in and pulled the shorts up. There was an odd weight in the back of the shorts, a thicker portion... but what caught Victor's attention was certainly in the front.

As the shorts were pulled up to Victor's waist, they hugged his groin tightly... so tightly that his balls were perfectly visible and his hard erection was cupped, segmented off in its own form fitting pouch... Victor nearly drooled happily as he saw the pouch jutting out; knowing it barely contained his cock. Victor gave it a stroke and a rub before playing with his balls, not even paying attention to the fact that the waist of his pants had fused with his shirt, creating a solid piece of cloth from his neck to his knee... and the weight attached to the shorts behind him had started to sway, filling out into a tail. Victor wriggled his toes in celebration but that only brought him more pleasure, pleasure that could not be denied.

Victor dropped down onto the carpet, crossing his legs so he had both large black paws at his disposal. He hoisted one up in his hands, rubbing at his round paw pads, playing with his firm claws, running his fingers between each toe, caressing the top and bottom, squeezing and rubbing the heal, caressing his ankles... His feet were playgrounds and every ministration felt better, deeper, fuller... Victor panted hard, closing his eyes, stroking his feet... until he felt sleek flesh rubbing against his forearm. Opening his eyes, Victor realized the black of the shoes had crept up his leg... his leg hair had turned darker, growing thicker and longer and softer, resembling fur... fur that blended seamlessly into his paws.

"Oh god... I can't let this continue, I have to... I have to stop it, it's just... will... po..." Victor never finished his sentence. He hoisted his leg up, his lips parting as his tongue emerged to slurp along his long black clawed toe. He circled the sharp tip before popping it in his mouth, giving it a suck. As he did so, long thick whiskers pushed out of his cheeks. His upper lip split up the middle and the two sides rounded. Victor pulled back, groaning, "No, I can't, it's... it's... delicious..." Victor purred, plunging another toe into his mouth, sucking away eagerly. As he did, his lips grew darker until they were black and his hazel eyes became more and more amber, glowing brightly.

When Victor pulled the toe out of his changing mouth, a long sandpapery tongue slurped against it roughly, massaging the foot. Victor dropped it, swapping out for the other, sucking and licking and fondling his feet even more. He couldn't hold back, and the more he played with his feet, the more the animal took over. Black fuzz pushed out, at first just across his chin but then all across his cheeks as well. The hair on his arms grew thicker and thicker, turning as black as night as his fingernails hardened and pushed out into claws. Victor's ears stretched into points and began pushing up on his head as his nostrils turned up forwards, the nose turning black... and all the while, all Victor could do was fondle his giant paws. They had to be at least size sixteen... Huge, wonderful, luxurious...

Beneath Victor's running outfit his body was continuing to change, but the outfit itself was shifting as well. The shirt portion was as tight as it could be, stretched over a muscled chest... But the shorts had become far more intricate. The sheath like protrusion from the groin parted as a pink, pointed, barbed cock began to emerge slowly, glistening with bodily juices... and behind Victor, a thick tail was swaying about. Victor plunged several toes into his mouth and slurped away, his face stretching over his foot as his jaw lengthened into a muzzle, his nose and upper lip following suit. When his black lips parted, sharp fangs glistened in the light behind. Victor let out a growl of bliss, the last of his human flesh disappearing beneath dark black fur.

Victor glanced up in the mirror, a grin crossing his fanged muzzle. He knew he was a damn handsome beast, a sleek panther that could outrace any beast... Not only that, but he had the latest fashions. The running outfit looked great on him; it complimented every muscle and contour without slowing him down. He would practically be running naked, but somehow that idea fascinated him most. Victor slowly stood up, his paws sinking into the carpet. He reached down to give his feline cock a good squeeze... It wouldn't be too long before his roommates got home and Victor had a very good idea on just how to be ready.

****

The afternoon had settled and along with it was closing time at Shop & Save. Half of the store lights had been turned out, customers had filed out and the front doors had been locked. The aisles were empty, the cash registers dark and the brightest light in the entire store came from the convenience dairy display. In the midst of the empty store, a young man with platinum blond hair stood, finishing the last of the re-stocking. The store had been closed for almost a half hour but Lyle had been forced to stay after every day to cover the work of his absent co-worker. Steve calling in sick had been a major blow to the day shift and even with his improvements, Lyle just wanted Steve to get better.

As Lyle put the last discounted muppet toy on the shelf he felt a wave of relief sweep over his body. He gathered up the stray boxes off the floor and tucked them under his arm, a streak of dust caught on his blue apron. It was a long walk across the store but he made it through the double doors, turning and moving into the break room. He crammed the cardboard into the recycling bin and turned toward his locker... where upon Lyle's icy blue eyes were met with a rather big surprise. Hanging on the front of his locker was a hanger holding a thick black leather jacket... It was waist length with numerous pockets and a damn nice lining.

"What in the hell?" Lyle asked, moving over. He lifted the coat up off the hanger, examining it. There was no doubt it was stylish, but it was huge... It would just hang over his scrawny body. As he looked through the coat, he found that one of the pockets had a note inside. He draped the coat over his arm and looked at the note, reading the somewhat sloppy handwriting. The note was from Steve, apologizing for being sick and making Lyle do all the extra work. The coat was a present and he was sure that Lyle would have use for it in the coming winter. Lyle blushed a bit, surprised that a co-worker would be so thoughtful. He knew it was too extravagant, he'd have to return the coat... but the least he could do was try it on.

Glancing around the break room, Lyle untied his apron and set it aside. As Lyle moved to put it on, a strange tingling spread through his body and mind, something compelling him to take off his undershirt. Lyle's fingers deftly unbuttoned his button up, the white shirt being cast aside. His thin body was rather unremarkable, especially under artificial lights... but still Lyle slipped his arm into the coat, bringing the back around his shoulders before sliding his other arm in... and as his hands emerged from the cuffs, the most marvelous feeling of strength and power flowed through the retail worker. Lyle leaned back against his locker, panting. His chest began to move with the power of his breath, but while it would rise several inches with each breath, his exhalation brought no decrease.

Lyle let out a slow grown as his icy blue eyes closed, surrendering to the sensations already. The open coat revealed the changes to his abdomen as the soft flesh became defined. His pectorals emerged and small lumps spread across his stomach, widening into a hard washboard of muscle. Lyle's arms were growing too. His biceps swelled, his triceps... his legs were growing girthier as well... but then came the more profound changes. Lyle gasped in shock as his shoulders ignited in pain and discomfort, but beneath that all was a deeper sense of true pride. Inch by inch, his shoulders widened and rounded and his ribs spread apart. Lyle's lithe frame was becoming something far more built. In addition to the muscles, even his bones were bigger... He had a natural presence that belonged to a football player and he was still growing.

Lyle's arms and legs ached ten times more than when he had been growing, but it was all perfectly right to him. His arms filled out the sleeves of the jacket more, his pants grew tight, his shoes strained... and Lyle was grinning. He felt better than ever before. The coat was just what he had been waiting for all his life. It was him. Every stitch, every caress of the leather, from collar to hem... it was him. Lyle grunted even more, his stomach gurgling as the washboard started to push out, rounding with excessive muscle and flash, forming the slightest of muscle guts... but it hadn't just been Lyle's body that was changing. His pointed chin had changed into a lantern jaw, his cheek bones becoming more angular... he was looking all around tougher.

"Do you like it?" Came a familiar voice out of nowhere. Lyle turned to face the speaker, his eyes falling across a six foot tall hyena man covered in caramel colored fur with dark spots, a tight black leather vest stretched over his muscles, a leather pouch holding his balls while a fuzzy sheath emerged from the top, a glistening tip emerging from the top. He also wore leather chaps which covered nothing more than his upper legs and tall leather boots laced up the front. For a moment Lyle felt a pang of fear and shock, but that feeling was lost in the chaos, swallowed up by Lyle's changes. After a moment Lyle's brain had resorted everything.

"I love it Steve, and it's just my size... But where have you been dude?!" Lyle asked eagerly. Steve grinned, moving over. He reached up to trace his clawed hands through the stock boy's platinum blond hair, watching as it became less blond and more platinum. The golden blond pigment was dying away, leaving the boy's hair perfectly white. Lyle shuddered at Steve's touch, feeling that nothing had ever been as right.

"I've been scoping out better jobs. There's an amazing leather shop... sells the best merchandise ever, and it's huge. They've got lots of jobs just waiting for bold men like us... I wanted to make sure we could both work there." Steve said, "And they don't just give discounts to employees, they give discounts to their friends too... I mean just think, we could make sure Victor and Chad have all the clothes they'll need for winter." Steve explained. Lyle grinned.

"They really need good clothes like this; this is the best coat I ever wore." Lyle whispered. Steve grinned.

"I know, it really shows off what a man you are." Steve whispered. Lyle grinned once more, though his eyes fluttered closed. The hair across his arms and legs was growing thicker and longer and softer all at the same time... and the longer he wore the coat, the less pigment the hair had. The hairs had been nearly invisible to start with but the change was almost making them so colorless that they stood out again. Lyle's arms and legs looked white, contrasting with the black jacket. Even his chest hair was bleaching out. Thick wispy curls of white pushed out of his chest, growing thicker and spreading across his pecs as a line of snow colored hair pushed up from his groin. Even Lyle's ankles were covered in soft white fur that was spreading quickly.

"So many people have treated me like a boy, but never you..." Lyle murmured, his brain saturated by the change.

"Especially since you stopped shaving..." Steve said, planting a seed in Lyle's mind... and the change fostered the seed. Lyle shuddered in nearly orgasmic bliss as his face darkened. While most of his body was turning perfectly white, thick dark stubble appeared across his upper lip. It was darker than all the rest of his hair had ever been, practically black. The stubble pushed through the chin, stretching into a black mustache. The ends crept down towards his jaw on either side, looking for a moment like a handlebar mustache but when the ends reached Lyle's jaw, his cheeks darkened at once before thick patches of hair began pushing out.

Steve watched in absolute awe as Lyle's face matured and changed, the young man growing a thickening black beard... Steve had even read about that beard type before, the Franz Joseph... It was an old fashioned sort of beard and it was stylish... especially for a gay man. Steve licked his lips, unable to hold back. He leaned up and his muzzle parted, his long and thick lips spreading around Lyle's. Lyle's eyes snapped open in surprise but only for a minute before they shut again. Lyle's human tongue tangled with the hyena's, the two locked in a kiss... but Lyle's transformation accelerated even more.

While the white hair on his arms and legs had been strange, it had still been remotely plausible... but with the two kissing, the fur grew thicker than ever, spreading all the way across his arms from shoulder to wrist, then spilling across the back of his hands. His fingernails turned black and pushed out, curving downwards as they became true claws. The white fur swept around before spilling across his palms, covering everything but the portions of flesh that turned black and swelled into paw pads. Even being sized so much larger, Lyle's jacket grew tight around his muscles, his arms filling out the sleeves completely as he reached up to grab Steve's head, holding the hyena in the kiss.

While Lyle had put on the mysterious leather jacket, he had not donned any pants. His old stone washed jeans grew too tight before the button shot off and the zipper split. A thick fuzzy white groin emerged into vision, the underwear having ridden low before splitting inside his pants. Steve's clawed paw shot into Lyle's pants and soon he was fondling the changing man, feeling him grow his own fuzzy white sheath. Lyle grunted in deep satisfaction, his voice deepening as his neck thickened just a bit. Steve's tongue slid over Lyle's teeth as they grew sharp and his lips turned as black as the beard he had... Covered in as much white hair and fur as he was, Lyle was starting to look like a much older gay daddy... but to Steve he wasn't old, he was just arctic.

Lyle's ears pushed away from the side of his head, not growing or shifting so much as pushing into the slightest of points. Barely larger than before, the change in their shape stopped as soon as it had... but the ears started to shimmer in the light as thousands of tiny white strands of fur began pushing out. They covered the ears, front and back, blending them into the hairline. Lyle grunted happily, able to hear better now... and he could hear the racing heart of the hyena he was making out with... though as Steve pulled back, Lyle grinned wider. Lyle looked down in time to see his massive cock... It was growing as he watched it, stretching from nine inches to ten, eleven, then twelve. It was pulsing in Steve's hand, drawn to its maximum stature just in time for the hyena to bring his long muzzle down.

As the hyena's tongue slurped on the changing man's cock and the muzzled lips parted, Lyle's toes curled in delight. While it was a rather simple gesture normally, it was just too much for his shoes to take. The suede buckled and ted res laces snapped before the shoe came apart. No longer confined; large furry white paws spilled out. Lyle's claws clacked on the linoleum as his paw pads inflated, his feet swelling longer and wider, growing much larger to support a bigger body. Steve took a deep breath before his head came down around the cock, his mouth encasing it in heat and saliva and writhing muscle. Lyle was shuddering in madness before long, but even servicing the great man, Steve was far from done.

With his new fur coating, Lyle could barely feel when the hyena's claws pierced through his strained jeans. Steve got a good grip before he drew his hands down, shredding the jeans. The split and fell to the floor in tatters, leaving thick furry white trunks of flesh behind them. Lyle let out a beastial roar of delight, finally wearing nothing but his coat. He knew it was just as it should be. His huge paws moved, grabbing Steve's head, moving the hyena's head up and down like a fuck toy. Steve took his co-workers cock deep into his throat, sucking it down hard, but even as he was he could sense the changes continuing.

As Lyle grunted, groaned and moaned, his mouth was changing quite a bit. His teeth had become quite sharp, his tongue had spread wider and grown stronger... and the black pigment in his lips had crept up and changed the color of his nose. Slowly, ever so slowly, the bottom of his nose tilted, exposing his nostrils forward as they grew more compact, surrounded by black flesh that was growing just a bit moist. Lyle's thick Franz Joseph beard had only gotten bushier, but short soft white furs started pushing out of his chin, filling in the gap between his beard and lips, creeping down his neck to connect with the thick coat of fur across his chest. Similar white hairs emerged above his cheeks, sweeping around his eyes and across his forehead before sweeping down his nose. The fur stopped where his flesh became black. It was a sleek look, but there was too much in a tightly confined part of Lyle's face... and his body knew that.

The first pop came from Lyle's jaw, then another and another. His lower jaw started to stretch just a bit longer. Soon his upper lip and nose extended as well. The humanity of his face drained away as his face pushed into a medium length, rather narrow muzzle. His thick black beard adjusted with the movements, becoming even larger to accommodate the larger head size. As his muzzle formed, Lyle's icy blue eyes drained in color, becoming far more black themselves... and as the last of the blue disappeared, Lyle was truly a monochromatic beast. Covered in white fur from head to paw, the only black came from his beard, face and claws. Every inch of the rest of him was white, contrasting nicely with the leather coat. He was styling, he was huge... and he was a polar bear.

The final aspect of his change came with a deep throbbing above his ass. His furry cheeks parted just a bit as a small fuzzy flag of a tail pushed out, wriggling a lot. Lyle caught a glance of himself in the mirror above the sink across the break room, but his mind had been so altered by the coat that he didn't remember being any other way. All he remembered was that he looked damn fine... and his beard was better than ever. Even as Steve sucked his polar cock down, he reached up to admire his beard. He shuddered as the combined pleasure was too much and his manhood pulsed. Thick ropes of cum sprayed down Steve's throat, filling the hyena's belly. Moments passed and the orgasm continued until finally the last drops leaked from Steve's lips. Lyle let out a deep voiced laugh of bliss.

"Just wait until Victor and Chad get a load of this..." Lyle paused before patting his balls, "Or these." He grinned deviously. Steve pulled off the polar bear's cock before licking his lips, nodding eagerly.

"I think they'll have a lot to get a load of..." Steve whispered deviously, knowing even then that the last of Lyle's roommates was going to be getting a very special kind of visitor, one that would be impossible to resist.

****

A pervading stillness spread through the vast arboretum, the only movement coming from the mist sprinklers high over head and the only sound coming from the collected drops of water rolling from leaf to branch to ground. Vast leaves as wide as cars filtered the sunlight coming through the glass walls of the building. It was a truly magnificent place, one of Chad's favorites in the world. He always felt like he was closer to nature, walking in the shadows of hundred year old plants. While Chad had a diverse ancestry, he did identify with the fraction of his heritage that came from the Shoshone native Americans... at least enough to truly enjoy nature. He reached a hand up to run his fingers through his sleek black hair, hazel eyes looking from tree to tree, taking in the familiar sights... when Chad saw something that was far from normal... antlers.

Chad came to a stop, processing the new stimuli. Was it some sort of trick or game? A future publicity stunt? When the antlers moved, heading toward the end of a grove of trees, Chad was faced with an even more puzzling set of questions... but he had to know. Had a wild deer gotten into the arboretum? Slowly, silently Chad advanced. His footsteps were careful, his muscles primed. He advanced toward the deer, moving toward the grove before he came around the corner. Chad had been expecting to be startled, either by a large deer or by someone moving a deer statue. He hadn't been prepared to see a six and a half foot tall deer man dressed in leather.

The dark haired human let out a muffled grunt as he stumbled and fell, rolling onto his back. Sean moved forward, dropping to his knees with his legs on either side of Chad's chest. The deer's hide pants were soft and brown, just like the fur that was on the flesh beneath them... but as Sean straddled Chad's chest, Chad got a face full of bulged leather groin smelling of leather and musk and man. Chad tried to force the deer off but he was immensely heavy, full of muscle and bone and antler... and the more Chad struggled, the more he breathed in the scent. As the pheromones filled his lungs, the young man was already losing to the power of the deer.

Sean reached down to caress Chad's black hair, slowly tilting his hips forward. Chad's face was forced into the leather. He tried to pull his head back, but it was too late. As his mind was lost to the leather he started to nuzzle and rub against it, feeling the hide against his cheeks before he gave it a lick, shuddering in bliss. Sean took a deep breath of the air and smelled the human's own weaker pheromones, grinning as Chad grew hard. Sean continued to pet the human's head but he finally climbed off, standing back up, moving back into the grove. Chad looked shocked.

"But... where are you going?" Chad whimpered, moving to his hands and knees to follow before standing up. Sean stopped, grinning.

"I have to get you your present..." Sean said. He reached into a bag he had set aside, drawing out a leather harness, pants and boots. Chad looked surprised.

"I don't think I'd look as good in those as you." He admitted, a bit ashamed. Sean clicked his muzzled lips.

"Of course you will... It'll bring out the maturity you've always had, show off that nature you have to look after everyone." Sean said. With those words, realization dawned over Chad.

"Sean?!" he asked in shock. He hadn't known Sean or his flat mates that well, at least not until recently. Steve had been talking about them more and more and everything that Steve knew, Lyle did. It had been a budding social network but never in a million years had Chad expected to make friends with a deer man.

"Besides, your clothes are soaked from the mist... You should take them off... and put these on." Sean said. The words sunk into Chad's mind with little contest and he started pulling off his shirt, revealing well toned cinnamon colored skin. The belt buckle came next, then the shoes and socks and finally the pants. As Chad's jeans fell and revealed smooth ass cheeks and a free hanging cock, Sean cooed in bliss, "What a daring man." He whispered, leaning in to give Chad's neck a lick. Every part of Chad wanted to say this was wrong, that he loved women and man love was wrong... but... Sean was a deer, part of nature... and nature was good... and the lick was so good that Chad wanted to lean into it. He swallowed a bit before shuddering.

Sean lifted up the leather harness and circled around Chad, slipping the ring over his head to come rest on his chest between his pecs, arranging the straps, bringing them around before synching it all up into place... but as the harness came together, the change was already setting in. Chad took a deep breath, feeling a bit more mature already... as if he had more wisdom, more experience, more presence. His spine throbbed as it started to stretch and grow, his ribs spreading out a bit as well... but the most profound change was that his frame was picking up extra weight. Pound by pound, Chad's body was swelling. His stomach started to push out, rounding into a bit of a gut while his pecs filled out with flesh, his nipples widening.

If Chad was changing already, Sean knew that it would only accelerate with the addition of extra clothes. He took the pants and helped Chad step one leg in and then the other. He pulled the leather pants up and closed them tight, the button sliding into place. Chad let out a deeper moan as blood pooled into his cock, causing it to swell and grow, pushing into the groin of the leather pants. His balls dropped more and then swelled, the pouch on the pants distending... But there was no holding him back. Chad was practically in a daze as Sean helped him slide one bare foot into the huge boot, lacing it up for him... then the other came. As Sean finished lacing the second boot, he looked up with a wide grin on his face.

Chad had once been lithe and supple, but now he was large and in charge. He had a true gut but that was built over muscle. His arms were thick with strength, as was his chest, but on top of that was another layer, a layer that showed that he knew how to have a good time too... But Chad's weight wasn't the only thing making him look more mature. His dark skin had darkened further, first along his upper lip as it grew dark with stubble, but then his entire face. Thick black hairs pushed out and the youth of the young man's face was masked by a growing beard. The hairs pushed out longer, curling and intertwining. The stubble soon became a short bushy beard, a beard that was growing by the second.

Chad grunted in mad pride as his beard grew. His mustache dropped down over his upper lip as the hair on his cheeks jutted out wider and wider. The beard dropped down from his face, stretching to five inches, then seven, then nine... The trailing edge of the massive black beard dropped down until it rested against his collar bone... but it didn't just stop there. The beard continued all the way down until the bottom edge was even with his wide nipples. Only then did it stop... leaving Chad as a six foot two, large bellied bearded leather daddy type... He let out a grunt, a hand moving to grope the bulge in his pants, but to Sean's glee the hands had already changed.

As Chad groped himself, he felt the slight tug on his pants of something else, his claws. His fingernails had turned back and stretched, sinking into his fingers, the tips sharp. The hair on his arms and legs had been almost nonexistence before but now it was growing thicker, longer and softer... and in a vast array of colors. With surprising speed his arm flesh disappeared beneath black, white and gray fur, the mix looking almost like ash or fog. The hair thickened over his arms before covering his hands and fingers. The hair bloomed across his chest and stomach and even across his legs. Sean watched with pleasure as Chad's eyebrows lost their pigment, turning perfectly white... but all around his eyes more hairs were emerging, coming out as jet black. Chad shuddered deeply, letting out all manner of curses as his ears started to sting and throb as they stretched into points, gray fur spreading all over them before they started to migrate up along his head.

"I can't hear..." Chad muttered in confusion, but a moment later his hearing returned as his ears came to a stop on top of his head. Chad gave a sigh of relief, though as he did his sharp needle like teeth became visible for a moment. The pain that had been in Chad's ears disappeared, only to reappear elsewhere. Chad suddenly lurched forward, grabbing onto a tree for support as his tailbone ached and burned. The flesh slowly pushed away from his body, curving back perpendicular to his spine. It slowly stretched longer before a new lump formed, then another as new vertebrae were formed. New muscle groups swept over the extension before the entire thing was subsumed by fur. The tail kept growing longer and longer, the fur about three times as thick as the tail itself... but the most interesting change about the tail was the coloring.

The first portion of the tail had been gray just like the fur spreading all over Chad's body... but without any reason, the gray came to an abrupt end and the fur became black. And a short while later, another abrupt stop signaled the start of gray fur... and back and forth it went. Foot after foot, the tail grew with perfect alternating stripes between black and gray. The further the tail grew, the less strange it felt to Chad until it didn't hurt anymore at all. Chad slowly stood back up, flexing his clawed paws before moving to rub his furry belly... but as his nose quirked, Chad realized the strangest was yet to come.

With each sniff, Chad's nose changed even more. The flesh turned black, the tip f his nose rounding more. Slowly his jaw throbbed as the bones themselves started to stretch and grow in ways he thought impossible. As his jaw pushed forward, so did the rest of his face. Chad went cross eyed as he tried to watch his face stretch into a muzzle. Long white whiskers began emerging from his beard, growing longer and longer on either side, giving him an improved since of balance with his larger body size... but as Chad's face gave way to the animal, the last of his humanity had to drain away.

Sean watched as the black hair spread around Chad's eyes, ringing them like a mask that crept back towards his ears. His eyebrows had melded into a white strip above the mask and then the rest of his face filled in with gray fur that led all the way up to his smooth black hair. He had the face, ears, and fur of a mighty raccoon... but he looked like a very delightfully large leather daddy. For the first time since his own change, Sean felt completely dwarfed. As Chad's change stopped, he moved forward to rub against the leather raccoon's body, feeling safe and content.

"As much as I'd love to help you celebrate, your roommates are waiting at home... They have a similar surprise to share with you." Sean said softly.

"Well you can't just give a gift to someone and then not expect something in return... Remember that kiddow." Chad said before leaning down, pressing his bearded muzzle to the deer's face. Their muzzles interlocked, their tongues tangled and they exchanged an incredibly sloppy kiss before the two parted and Chad gave a chuckle, "Hopefully we can find each other again around here sometime... but you're right, I've got plenty to share with my roommates." Chad grinned, turning to head for the door.

"Have fun!" Sean called after the sexy raccoon, watching him stride away.

"I know I will." Chad called back with glee.

***

The door to the apartment eased open with a creek as Chad got back, stretching his immense back and shoulders with a beard ringed yawn before he wandered in. He tossed his old clothes into the garbage can, knowing from that point on that he'd be content with whatever leather he could scrounge up. As Chad moved into the living room, he was met with a most delightful sight... standing by the window was a gigantic polar bear with a classical beard, his clawed paw holding the skull of an eagerly sucking panther to his cock. Victor was sucking away, unable to resist, his own manhood dribbling cum all over the floor.

"Yeah, suck that fucker..." Lyle muttered, seeming more tough and manly than he ever had before. Chad purred in delight to see that he wasn't the only big man in their apartment... though as much as he wanted to focus on that, he couldn't draw his eyes away with the waggling black furred hips before him... the supple ass cheeks and tail swaying above a tight pucker, all revealed because Victor's track shorts were around his ankles.

"Looks like daddy is going to be right at home..." Chad murmured, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling out his mighty tool. He came up behind Victor, reaching out to caress the soft panther hips. Victor purred as he felt another man coming to him and the vibrations traveling through the shaft in his mouth caused the polar bear to roar in bliss. Chad began rubbing his cock against the panther's ass, his shaft leaking pre that lubed everything up. Chad eased his hips forward and started sliding into Victor's depths. The panther shuddered in joy, being spit roasted from both ends. As Chad gave one slight thrust, Victor slammed into Lyle's groin. Lyle grinned to Chad.

"Looking good, love the new threads." Lyle commented as he thrust into Victor's throat. Chad grinned, thrusting back.

"Not bad yourself, kick ass jacket... like a biker daddy." Chad replied.

"Well it was a gift from a friend. Speaking of which, they're having a party this weekend... A big bash. They invited us and our neighbors." Lyle explained conversationally, as if he wasn't fucking his roommate at the moment.

"Well we'll have to get them fitted out. I know the boys in 304 could use some nice chaps, maybe cowboy hats too. They're old fashioned types." Chad grinned. A deep mumbled noise came from Victor as he bounced between cocks. Chad tilted his head, "What?"

"He says that there's a shop... with good discounts?" Lyle asked. Victor nodded, going back to his work.

"Well that should work out nicely. We'll take them all in, get them good clothes... I never really knew how much I liked leather but I just can't get enough of it." Chad murmured, starting to grow flushed beneath his fur. His chest rose and fell as he came closer and closer to the edge.

"Though we might want to pick up some extra stuff for ourselves too... We should get Victor a nice leather leash. You know how he just loves to run off... I want to make sure I can always have him when I want him." Lyle growled in bliss.

"Just don't forget that you have to share. This tight ass is heavenly." Chad moaned.

"Well you should try his mouth sometime. It's so hot and wet... and dangerous... I love it." Lyle moaned louder. The whole time Victor was purring and throbbing, oscillating between the two furry beasts. His prostate was sending waves of pleasure through his body and he couldn't hold back any longer. His furry black balls seized up and his cock pulsed before wild panther cum sprayed across the carpet... and as Victor came, his ass tensed up as well. Chad groaned slow as the muscles fluttered around his meat, practically milking him. Chad tried to hold back himself, but he could tell it was already too late.

With one last huge thrust, Chad slid as deep as he could into the panther boy before he came. A huge, hot flood of cream filled Victor with warmth. It was exquisite and the smell it produced was fantastic as well. Lyle breathed in the musky pheromones, filling his lungs with the smell of musk and sex. His brain buzzed with pleasure until that pleasure blossomed into pure orgasm. The polar bear let out a roar that shook the windows as he came, spraying his spunk right into the panther's belly. Victor struggled to keep up with the flow, gulping it down eagerly. Moments became minutes and more seed flowed into Victor until, at a last, the two large men finished their load. Chad looked over to Lyle with a grin on his face.

"Want to trade?" he asked.

"Sure." Lyle grinned. Victor took gasps of breath as the two pulled out and moved, knowing he had a long night ahead of him.