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Collar of the Wild 6 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

The sound of a key being hastily inserted into a lock echoed into the old equipment room before the side door to the police station eased open. The sunlight outside was quite bright, flooding into the darkened room like a spotlight until a figure stepped into the doorway and dominated the space. The man had to be seven feet tall and with the shoulders of a football linebacker, but he was far from ordinary. He stepped into the space and let his eyes adjust, catching sight of his reflection in the sheet metal cover to one of the cases. His huge body was covered in black and the glint of a police badge was visible, but he wasn't any ordinary police man, he was a police boar.

Every inch of the man's body was covered in brown fur. His face extended into a medium length muzzle and his wide nose was flat with thick nostrils. A double set of tusks curved out from his mouth and sticking out from his police hat were two boar ears. Thick boots hugged his legs and his fingers were capped with little hoof like tips, but he wasn't all boar either. It was clear he was quite manly. A long, thick, bushy brown beard hung from his face. The boar positively exuded masculinity.

Behind him, another figure moved into the space carrying a heavy box. Like the boar, he was a combination of man and beast. His neck, stomach and groin were covered with velvety white fur, but the rest was a rich reddish orange. A thick fox tail swayed behind him. He seemed to be using all of his strength to keep the box up off the ground, but it wasn't quite enough. It started to slip but he hiked it up, his massive canine cock being knocked up over the edge. The meat was almost two feet in length, the black pointed tip leaking a steady stream of cum, dripping onto all the contents within. While it seemed at first impression that he was naked, the man had all sorts of straps and cuffs. He had two thick ones around his biceps, bracers on his arms, a collar around his neck and a harness that looked a bit like a police vest. His badge hung from that.

"Gavin, can I set these down yet?" The fox asked.

"Sure, go ahead Blake." Gavin replied, his voice so deep it practically vibrated inside Blake's chest cavity. He set the box down and his pawn instinctively went to his cock, giving it a few strokes. His pre spurted into the box even more, though he was more focused on the thick leather ring around his furry white sheath and how lovely his plump balls were. Gavin, fortunately remembered the task at hand. Their lives had been changed thanks to a fantastic leather shop, but they couldn't let all their co-workers and teammates continue on without the same blessing. Thankfully the department had gotten a new shipment of uniforms to phase out the old ones with, but they were bland. Gavin was sure they'd appreciate the new ones more.

Spotting his intended target, Gavin pulled out the box of new uniforms and unceremoniously dumped them on the floor. Blake nearly squeaked in glee as he scooped up leather and rubber jackets and uniforms and pants and underwear from the box they had brought. He carried them over and neatly set them into the box Gavin had found, wondering why they were so moist, but they had to be quick. The contents were replaced and Gavin slid the box back into place. Blake scooped all the useless uniforms into their own box, packing it up.

"Okay, so now what?" Blake asked happily.

"We dump these in our trunk... Then you take an outfit to Marco in the garage, and I'm going to make sure the chief is onboard with our plans." Gavin said.

"I love this plan. We'll be the best police department ever." Blake said, shivering with delight.

"To protect and service, right?" Gavin said. Blake nodded, hoisting up the box of uniforms before he moved out. Gavin locked the door behind him, returning the store room to its quiet darkness.

****

Being the Chief of police had never been easy, but the reports of strange activity were stacking up more than ever. There were missing people reports for employees of the Shop & Save, there were missing people reports for students and workers from around the area. Public indecency was up with people peeing in the streets to 'mark territory' and there were hundreds of noise complaints for dogs and other animals, but no sign of the property owners owning pets. Chief Brock Wallace had done everything he could to try and stem the tide but after his second pot of coffee he had to close his eyes and lean back in his chair, reaching up to draw his fingers through his brown hair with white streaks. He'd give anything for a cigar, but the police station had a no-smoking ordinance. Brock heard the door open and groaned.

"Whatever it is, can it wait?" Brock muttered.

"Sure thing Chief, I just brought you something." Came a deep gravely voice. The door eased shut before Brock could look, but on the corner of his desk he found a thick, nice, soft brown leather jacket. Brock's eyes widened in surprise. A gift? People hadn't got him a gift that wasn't for his birthday or Christmas in years. He stood up and moved around his desk, peeking outside, but he didn't see any sign of who had left it. He eased his door shut and moved back to his desk, lifting the jacket up. It was a fine leather jacket, a bit vintage too... It reminded him of the kinds of jackets his father had worn. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and set it aside before he slid one arm through a sleeve of the jacket, then the other. It came down over his shoulders and back with a fine weight t it. Brock murmured before he zipped it up, feeling it hug his chest and stomach... and a strange sense of pride and enjoyment swept over him. The chief moved over to look in the mirror admiring himself.

Brock wasn't sure why, but in the jacket he seemed to be more aware of the fact that he'd put on some extra weight in the last few years, but rather than feeling bad about it, he almost felt prideful. He was the chief after all, he was supposed to be bigger than everyone else, like a big daddy bear... He moaned, feeling the jacket grow tighter as his body started to throb and pulse. His stomach pushed out, distending and stretching and rounding. His chest thickened too, but Brock didn't see anything abnormal in it. It was all exactly as it should be. He reached a hand up to stroke his belly as his fingers grew thicker and longer. His nails darkened from white to tan then brown, stretching and curving into claws before they sank into his fingers.

The Chief moved back to his chair, pulling his badge off of his old shirt, sliding it into place on the jacket. He moved to sit down and felt his pants creak as the leather contorted around his growing legs. He didn't remember putting on leather pants that morning, but he surely just forgot. The chair groaned a bit beneath him. Brock looked up as the door eased open and Gavin entered. His long beard was admirable... and it was clear he was the one that had brought the gift. Brock chuckled softly.

"Close the blinds, I want to thank you properly." Brock muttered. Gavin did as he was told, moving around the office to close the blinds.

"It was nothing chief a thanks to you for looking after us for so many years. Blake and I wanted to make sure our big daddy was comfortable." Gavin whispered. Brock reached down to unzip his pants, stuffing his hand in. He ran his clawed hands through his thick bush before coiling his fingers around his thickening cock. He withdrew it from his fly, the cock already as thick as a beer can and it was growing taller all the same. Thick yellowish white cum leaked from the tip as he stroked himself off, feeling his manhood reach ten inches, twelve, then fourteen... and it was still going.

"Well... It takes a few good men to keep a community strong, and it seems like you've become quite the man. I remember when you were just a rookie, before you grew that fine beard..." Brock said, waving Gavin over. Gavin obeyed his chief, approaching. Brock reached up and sunk his fingers into the boar's beard, stroking them down. Both Gavin and the chief moaned in delight. Gavin moaned because his beard nearly felt as good as his shaft when stroked, and the chief because his own changes were accelerating. The chief's smooth shaved skin grew dark with stubble before the hairs started emerging, forming into a thick mustache that curved down, obscuring his upper lip before thick mutton chops crept down his cheeks. Slowly the facial hair spread into a thick beard, though his changes were more than just becoming more masculine. The chief's ears grew rounder, his nose darkened and his feet were swelling in his shoes. Soon the shoes were groaning under the pressure as the stitches threatened to burst.

"We want to help you make the community strong, to make us stronger... to be the best force possible." Gavin muttered.

"Right now, I just want to thank you properly." Brock said, pulling Gavin down into a fierce kiss. Brock grunted and roared into the kiss as the changes ripped through him. His beard hair spread down his neck, though it was starting to seem more like fur. Brock's chest hair moved up his chest as well, creeping out of the collar. Beneath his jacket his fur exploded in hair that turned to fur. His chest and arm hair grew thicker and thicker, becoming so dense that the skin beneath disappeared beneath. Parts of his finger tips and palms swelled into puffy paw pads as the hair on his wrists surged down, covering his hands until they were truly paws.

Brock and Gavin kissed frantically, though the changes ripped through the Chief. His face popped and contorted as his nose became black and his jaw and upper lip pushed out into a short muzzle. His teeth grew sharper and the beard fur spread up around his eyes and across his nose. Tiny brown hairs emerged from his ears before they stuck out more. It was clear that their big daddy chief was becoming a big daddy bear. The chief's boots suddenly burst as thick furry brown clawed paws grew too large to be contained. Gavin humped against the chief, his boar cock rubbing up against the hot bear cock of his superior, but soon the boar felt paws gripping his sides. Gavin gasped in shock as his massive frame was lifted up.

The chief pulled the boar over him before pulling him down. Gavin's back arched as his ass was filled with bear cock. Brock started to thrust and spear into Gavin, impaling the boar on him. The two thrusted like wild. Brock was practically giving Gavin the ride of his life. The two lurched up and down so much that the chief's chair collapsed beneath hi. The two clattered to the floor but kept going. Brock's pants sagged a bit with all the effort, but as they slipped low enough, a short fuzzy brown tail nub emerged above the furry brown cheeks. Brock kept plowing into the boar, hitting his prostate over and over before he tipped his head back and roared in passion. Gavin gasped as the chief's cum spilled into him, but it felt so right. The chief had become a true bear daddy. He was tall, he was broad, he was fat, he was furry and he had a short bushy beard made out of fur... and he was sexy.

"So... thank you for the gift." Brock said after a moment, feeling the cum leaking out over his lap.

'Any... any time chief." Gavin whispered. Brock stretched a bit.

"So, do you remember what was on the agenda for today?" Brock asked.

"Uh, the new uniforms for the men sir." Gavin replied.

"Right, right. That'll be good... Oh, and I should call a lawyer. I don't know why I've put it off for so long, but it really seems like time to divorce my wife. She deserves someone that can truly love her." Brock murmured.

"And me?" Gavin asked as a joke to bring the situation back to the lighter side of things.

"Well I know you love me." Brock chuckled, turning the joke back around. "Now, get back to work. Maybe you can help hand out the uniforms if you're not too busy."

"I'd love to sir." Gavin said, slowly climbing off of the chief's cock. Brock stood up and stretched, his pants sliding down to the floor. He stepped out of them, his huge furry balls and cock dangling free. He'd worry about pants later. Gavin moved for the door, eager to help welcome others to the new life. Brock kept looking around his office.

"Now, where'd I put my cigars?" he murmured.

****

Marco's footsteps echoed in the cement stairwell as he descended down the stairs to the parking garage level partially nestled under the police station itself. Marco had been on the force for just four years but he'd been lucky enough to work his way up to bike cop already. He opened the door at the base of the stairs and emerged into the small locker room at the edge of the garage. Most cops moved right past to head out to their patrol cars, but for Marco this was a bit like his office. He moved over and opened up his locker to get his helmet, only to see his brand new uniform. He'd heard they were getting upgrades. He glanced one way and then the other. No one was likely to come through during the time it took him to change and if he took the uniform somewhere else he'd be late.

Marco quickly pulled off his shirt and then his boots and pants. He reached for the new uniform in the locker before he realized they had even supplied underwear. It was a bit surprising, but maybe they were some special sort of field issue. Marco threw caution to the wind and stepped out of his white underwear, pulling out the rubbery black underwear from his locker. They seemed almost like some sort of swimsuit or speedo, though whatever it was felt a bit slick like it had absorbed moisture, but Marco assured himself that it was just the weird material. He pulled it on, letting the snug underwear hug his balls and manhood, cupping his ass cheeks perfectly.

A slight grin crossed his lips as he realized that the new uniform might just be a good thing after all. He pulled on black leather pants and buttoned them, failing to realize that there was no material covering his crotch and his underwear was fully exposed. He then pulled out his uniform shirt. It looked just like his old one but it was made of the same rubbery material and was short sleeved. Marco pulled it on and buttoned it up before he transferred his badge into place. Marco moved to check himself out in the mirror, he looked damn fine. The one thing he was missing was his helmet, but since none had been placed in the locker he forgot about it.

The bike cp shut his locker and moved out of the office, the metal door echoing into the underground garage as he moved over to where his bike was. He swung one leg over, impressed by how flexible he was in his new uniform. He slowly sat down on the seat, a bit amazed at the pressure on his groin. He slowly slid back and forth, rubbing his lap against the seat before he put his bare foot onto the pedal, not thinking anything of it. Marco turned the bike on and it roared to life, the raw power vibrating through his body. Soon even Marco was vibrating, a deep growl of pleasure coming from his throat as he felt so good on his bike. He pushed off and the bike began rolling. He moved his other bare foot onto the pedal as well, though as his toes flexed they started to change.

Marco's toenails turned from white to brown, growing long and thick before they sank into his toes and emerged from the tips, curving down into true claws. The bottoms of his toes and part of his feet began swelling, pushing up into round pillowey pads and the hair on his legs was growing thicker by the second, but the hair wasn't staying black like the hair on his head... it was growing lighter, brightening from black to an almost caramel colored tan. Marco moved out onto the street, edging into traffic. His hands expertly worked the motorcycle even as his fingers plumped and his nails stretched and curved into claws as well.

Despite feeling so confident, Marco couldn't quite get comfortable. He ground his crotch against the seat of the bike, squishing Blake's cum all over the seat. It soaked into the material, material that likewise turned into squishy rubber. Soon Marco was humping the seat of his bike, his tongue slipping past his lips to hang out of his mouth. Soon Marco was panting as his ears throbbed and ached, stretching into points, slowly curving just a bit. The hair on Marco's arms turned a light tan as well, getting thicker by the second. His ankles popped and his feet shifted, turning slowly into actual paws. The fur on his legs spread down over the paw, covering everything but the paw pads.

Marco's pants sagged a bit as his tailbone eased away from his body, pushing into a definitive point. The flesh started to ripple as new bones formed; one connecting to the next and new muscle wrapped it. The flesh spilled out like a sausage, picking up a bit of a curve as thousands of tiny hairs emerged all over it at once. The bottom side remained black like Marco's pubic hair, but the rest was the same tan that was spreading. Marco didn't care, he felt great. He kept humping his seat, but all the humping caused blood to rush into his shaft. It swelled and swelled but it never felt like it was reaching critical, it was as if his entire package was swelling. Tan fur peeked up from his collar, though the hair emerging on the back of his neck was still black. It all seemed to work around until he was furry from the neck down.

Still Marco panted as he drove, the wind feeling great against his face, though the breeze was tempered by the stubble emerging from his face. While Marco seemed to get a well suited black goatee, the sideburns he was getting were tan as well. His tongue continued to dangle as his nose grew moist and the nostrils upturned before he felt his face swelling. He clenched his fingers tighter on the handlebars as his jaw and nose pushed forward, stretching inch by inch. The people in the cars around him looked stunned as he passed, amazing by his transformation. Marco groaned; his face nearly half a foot longer. His ears had continued to stretch and grow, rising up into tall, proud points.

Marco was feeling better than he ever had, feeling the wind in his fur. It was just perfect. His muzzle came to a stop but his mouth continued to change. His lips thickened, his teeth sharpened and his tongue widened even further. Before long his change was complete. He was a humanoid German Shepherd riding a motorcycle and humping the seat. It would have seemed most peculiar if it wasn't so right. Marco felt as if he'd finally come into his own, and his patrol would never be the same. He scanned the cars around him for suspicious activity before he got exactly what he was looking for.

Up ahead, speeding well above the limit, was a tricked out black Mustang GT with chrome rims. The occupants were similar to Marco in the respect that they were canines, though it seemed they were up to all manner of illicit activity. The car was being driven by a Rottweiler while two wolves sat in the back seat and a fox was in the front. Marco knew at once the car belonged to the Boon Dogs gang. He flicked the siren on and began weaving through traffic, intent to get them.

****

The door to the police station opened as Garrett and Maddox moved back in. Both men were in their late thirties with short buzzed hair and a fair amount of muscle. The one thing that really set them apart was that Garret was blond and Maddox had red hair, though even that feature was mostly obscured beneath their hats. They passed the front desk and the detective's offices, past the desk clerks and toward the back before Maddox paused.

"I'll meet you down in booking; I've got to grab a report for the chief." Maddox said. Garret gave a nod before he continued on. Maddox opened the door to his office and moved in, shutting the door behind him. As he turned back towards his desk, he got a face full of drooling hot fox cock. Blake grabbed onto Maddox's shoulders, humping his face, moaning hard. He'd been waiting for what seemed like ages, propped up on the rafters. Maddox tried to scream for help but that only gave Blake an opportunity to slide in. The black canine cock glided into the cop's mouth and gushed down the back of his throat.

Maddox tried to fight it, coughing and spluttering but soon his throat nearly felt numb as he let it glide down. After a few moments he took his first hesitant slurp, then another and another. He started gulping it down, his eyes slipping shut. Blake moaned happily, petting Maddox' red hair, trailing his claws through it. Even when Blake wasn't cumming, he produced so much sperm that it seemed to flow steadily. Despite Maddox soon wanting to drink every drop, some managed to escape and dripped down onto his tie and his shirt, and as the sperm soaked in, the strangest thing started to happen... Madox's uniform began to change. What had been a simple cotton tie was looking shinier by the moment as the material changed, shifting into rubber. His blue shirt was becoming thicker and heavier as well, turning into a dyed periwinkle leather. His pants changed from the cotton poly blend to thick denim that hugged his ass perfectly.

Blake growled and moaned, still deep throating the cop. His cock slid in and out as regularly as clockwork, but soon it almost looked as though the fox was pumping air into the cop. His shirt grew tight as his shoulders expanded, then his biceps and triceps swelled. The shirt rippled over new ab muscles that formed. Maddox gave a muffled moan in delight, though even his new clothes didn't seem up to the task of keeping up with him. The button on his jeans flew off as his waist grew, the zipper working its way down. His cock was growing harder and harder, the outline clearly visible in his pant leg, though it fought the tension of the jeans to slide up, pushing out into a tent before it was upright. The thick pink head began pushing out from under his waistband, stretching longer as if it was trying to reach the heavens.

As much as Maddox loved what was going on, his shirt was getting so tight it felt like it was choking him. He left balance to Blake and started to unbutton his shirt, though his fingernails were getting in the way. They were far longer than he remembered them. In fact, they had stretched into short black claws, though the claws were getting longer. Soon Maddox was blindly pulling his shirt from his body, casting it aside. The body beneath was that of a muscled god. His nipples were bigger than silver dollars, plump and pert. His biceps and triceps were so big that veins bulged on them. Even his balls had grown to the size of avocadoes, pushing out even his unbuttoned pants.

With every thrust, Maddox was losing more of himself to the lust. The red hair on his arms and legs was getting thicker and longer and softer to the touch. Surprisingly, the red hair on his chest had seemed to almost do the opposite, though that was only at first glance. The pigment had faded away from the hair on his chest and around his groin, leaving both a snowy white color. Blake lifted his head and howled in pleasure as he delivered a thick load of cum down Maddox's throat before he pulled back. The cock slipped out, inch after inch before it emerged with a plop, but the mouth it came out of wasn't human. In the midst of the thrusting, Maddox's face had swelled into a blunt, wide muzzle. His upper lip had split, his nose had blunted and the flat tip was now a soft pink. White stubble covered his face, though soft reddish orange hair had spread over his forehead and down his nose. His eyes were ringed by white and his cheeks were puffy with thick white fur, though that fur soon was changing even more.

As if invisible ink was being revealed, three thick black stripes grew out horizontally from Maddox's thick white cheek fur. Similar stripes were growing into the orange fur on his huge arms. Blake climbed down the massive changing tiger man before climbing up onto his desk on all fours, hiking his ass into the air. Blake's fox tail lifted and revealed his quivering tail hole beneath. Maddox licked his tiger lips, moaning hard. He reached to give his shaft a few strokes. Blake moaned.

"Give it to me big boy, fill me deep." Blake commanded. Maddox moved forward, eager to obey. He brought the head of his shaft to the fox's entrance before he thrust in. He let out a beastial roar as he slid in so deep before he pulled back and started to really ram the fox. Blake's claws dug into the desk, keeping himself anchored in place. Maddox pulled back before thrusting in again, starting to slide in and out and pick up his pace. Blake's body swayed forward and then back, being bounced by the force of the thrusts. It was heaven. Slowly Maddox's pants shifted before a long, thick fuzzy tail began emerging. Just like his arms, it was covered in orange and black striped fur. The tail slipped out, foot after foot before it swayed and whipped around.

Maddox's hands grabbed Blake's hips, the tiger's fingers growing longer as his palms widened and his claws got thicker. Even his fingertips and palms swelled as the fur finished filling in all the crevices. Even the cop's boots groaned as they changed into thick rubber and swelled, creeping up his legs, looking almost like wading boots before they reshaped, looking like rubber cat paws. There were even nubs at the ends for his claws to rest in. Maddox yowled in bliss as he thrust as deeply into Blake as he could before his furry white balls pulsed and he sprayed his thick tiger spunk into the fox's ass. Blake moaned, feeling quite content. The two stayed that was for several minutes before, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the file he needed.

"Ah crap, Garrett's going to kill me, I'm so late." Maddox said, his voice far deeper than before. Blake slowly climbed off of the tiger's shaft before looking over his shoulder back at his fellow officer with a smirk.

"You shouldn't keep him waiting any longer, I'll be fine." Blake said. Maddox grinned, giving the fox's head a ruffle with his paw before he grabbed the files and moved out of the office. He moved past the chief's office before heading down the hall. He was about to head into booking when he saw Garrett through the window of the file room. Maddox was about to charge in before he realized he'd never let his partner know how he felt. He was going to change that. His tiger cock thwacked back up against his stomach as he thought about it. Maddox turned the door knob with his paw before he moved in. Garret turned around when he heard someone enter, his eyes going wide in terror as he saw a giant tiger man enter.

"Sorry it took me so long Gar." Maddox said with a smile. Garret turned as pale as a sheet, looking at the huge tiger man.

"Um, Maddox? Is that you? I think I must have bumped up against some of the drugs in the evidence locker or something." Garret murmured. Maddox chuckled.

"Of course it's me, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Maddox said, reaching out to trail his clawed finger down Garret's chest, popping the buttons one by one.

"Maddy, I'm losing it here. Something's wrong... Either with me or with you." Garret said, "I need to go see a doctor."

"You know what Gar, you do look a little under the weather... But I'm sure I could help with that." Maddox said before he grabbed Garret by his shirt and pulled him close into a kiss. Garret grunted and clamped his lips tight as their faces meshed. Maddox held Garret tight, pressing his groin to his partner's. At the pressure, Maddox's cock began leaking his seed down across Garrett's lap, soaking his pants. Garret finally managed to break the kiss, pulling back.

"Dude, what about Kathy?" Garret asked.

"Who?" Maddox asked, trying to remember.

"Your girlfriend!" Garrett replied.

"Oh, her... Who needs her? I've always had my eyes on someone better, someone I'd give my life for... You. Don't you want that kind of love to blossom?" Maddox asked, grinding harder. Garrett blushed as he grew hard involuntarily. He wasn't sure if it was the drugs, the fear or just the pressure, but his body was getting all the wrong signals and getting aroused anyway. Garrett grunted, his balls felt so good being humped. Maddox was getting more and more into it too, grinding against his partner.

"Maddox, this isn't you. We aren't queer..." Garrett moaned, trying to resist.

"Nothing queer about it... It's perfectly natural... We're just like members of the animal kingdom." Maddox said, leaning in to lick and suck on Garret's neck.

"Oh why did you have to put it like that..." Garrett moaned, reaching up to tangle his hand in Maddox's fur holding the tiger to his neck. Maddox took that as a positive sign and moved to slide his paw into Garret's pants. What he found inside was already promising. Where he'd soaked his partner's pants, Garret was gaining a thick, long cock and furry balls. Maddox fondled them, rolling them around in his hand before he suddenly pulled back. Garrett whimpered softly at the sudden end of the intimacy. Maddox chuckled softly.

"Want me to continue?" Maddox asked.

"I, well... um... Maybe this is just a drug trip." Garrett said, uncertain. Maddox chuckled even more, reaching up to untie his rubber tie. He brought it around Garrett's neck and tied it into place snugly.

"You're going on a trip, don't you worry." Maddox said before he knelt down before his partner. Carefully, Maddox unbuttoned and unzipped his partner's pants, pulling the underwear down to reveal not only a thick blond bush, but also huge balls covered in blond fur. Maddox grinned, wrapping one paw around Garrett's cock and then the other, starting to stroke up and down as he brought his muzzle to the tip. At first he just let his lips play against the slit, but then his lips parted and his tongue toyed with the slit, probing against it.

Garrett hissed in delight, grabbing Maddox's furry head with both hands, holding him in place. Maddox growled in pleasure before he sank his head down around the shaft, holding it tight for a moment before he started bobbing up and down, sucking hard and feeling the cock grow in his mouth. Garrett started letting out moans like a bitch, humping into Maddox's mouth. The fur that had started around his cock and balls started to spread, moving up his stomach. As it did, the muscle and flesh beneath grew more toned, tightening into a firm eight pack. The hair on Garrett's arms and chest thickened as well. At first the hair just got longer and denser, but soon new hairs were growing too. Moment by moment, the cop's arms were disappearing beneath a forest of fur.

With his mouth encapsulating a good portion of Garrett's cock, Maddox was free to let his hands wander elsewhere. He put one around Garrett's ass to secure him in place, but he stretched the other up all the way to his partner's head. He had meant to stroke it comfortingly, but his fingertips found that Garrett's buzzed hair was growing out, stretching by the second. Maddox fondled the gold locks, feeling I grow out and become shaggy. Maddox moaned, his own cock drooling as he drooled on his partner's shaft. He thought Garrett would have looked hot with shaggy hair. It had to be at least ear length, maybe mid neck.

Garrett's eyes had clamped shut as he moaned and grunted in pleasure. His face was locked in an expression of pure lust, but as he shook his head one way and then the other, new blond hairs started pushing out across his jaw line. Thick blond sideburns grew in, obscured beneath his blond surfer hair, then it connected to the growing beard that ran around his face. The hair grew out longer and longer, but unlike most facial hair it was perfectly straight and smooth. It curved down as it spilled out, growing longer at a fantastic rate. Between his long hair and long beard, it was starting to become clear what Garrett's ultimate fate would be.

In the midst of one particularly strong grunt of pleasure, Garrett's upper lip split as his lips turned black. His nostrils lifted up and the tip eroded back as the front turned black. The bridge of his nose bulged out, forming an even angle from his brow to his nostrils. Thick white whiskers pushed out of his cheeks above his mane before his entire face popped and shifted, starting to push out into a muzzle. It stretched and rounded, picking up mass easily. Shorter, soft golden furs began spreading up the unbearded portion of Garrett's cheeks then it spread across his nose and forehead, circling his eyes entirely. More popping came as Garrett momentarily went deaf, his ear canals connecting to nothing. His ears were moving up his skull, growing rounder as they migrated before nearly reaching the top of his skull. Blond fur erupted from them as the ear canals reconnected and he could hear once more.

While his head had changed, his entire body hadn't been far behind. From his neck down he was covered in gold fur, though his tail had gotten stuck in his garments. H reached back to free it before realizing his hand had turned into a huge paw. Garrett managed to fish out his tail, the fluffy tassel on the end flicking as it was freed... and so was Garrett. Never before had he felt so good, so right. This truly was what he'd been waiting for all that time. He really had been gay and it took far too long to realize it, but at last he was with his partner, truly his partner. Garrett tipped his head back and let out a roar that rattled the walls as he came, his thick feline sperm rushing down Maddox's eager throat.

****

It was a pretty common practice in interrogation situations to make the suspect sweat it out before going in and Asher had been grilled before. He'd been brought in a dozen times but they never could make anything tick. He'd gotten a reputation for being cool under fire, at least in the past... But Asher knew something else was up, something that unnerved him. The walls had shaken, the rafters had groaned and it sounded like wild animals were fucking each other in the next room. Not just eager people, but actual animals. The roars were intense. Asher had know idea what they were up to, but it was creeping him out.

Behind the two way mirror his interrogator sat, keeping an eye on the young man. Ricky had seen Asher's type a hundred times before... Silver earrings, red Mohawk, a goatee tuft on his chin and spiked leather jacket... But he was just a scared kid acting out for attention... But he was sure a damn fine looking kid... In fact, so fine that Ricky had been jacking off while watching him for almost ten minutes. Ricky had never thought of men like that before, but after putting on his new uniform something just felt different...

Ricky was wearing a long leather jacket, though when the front was open it revealed the leather harness he had on... and the fact that he was wearing crotchless and assless chaps, his legs covered in leather and his balls hanging free... But he couldn't leave Asher in there forever... and he knew he was going to cum. The black haired cop looked around for any place to deposit his load before he saw the pitcher of coffee. He waddled over before he moaned, spraying his thick cum into the coffee, hearing it splort and splatter before disappearing into the hot ether. Ricky panted and caught his breath before he zipped his leather jacket back up and picked up the pot of coffee. He walked out into the hall, moved down a door and entered the room.

"Good afternoon Asher, sorry to keep you waiting, I thought you'd want some good coffee after being up all night." Ricky said, grabbing a large paper cup, setting it on the table before pouring him some. He set the coffee pot aside before sitting opposite from the punk. Asher lifted the cup with two handcuffed hands, bringing it to his lips before he sipped at it.

"About time I got some service, you ain't got no right to detain me like this." Asher muttered.

"We have every right, the government gave us the rights... But you have the right to remain silent, or the right to speak and get yourself out of this..." Ricky said, smiling. Asher hesitated, sipping some more coffee.

"I didn't rape that girl." Asher said after a moment.

"I know you didn't, that'd be disgusting. I mean, a fine looking man like you, a body like that... I'm sure you could get into far more interesting scrapes... Something far better than some girl." Ricky said, licking his lips. His coat seemed to grow tighter slowly, especially around his midsection. Ricky had to adjust how he was sitting, his tailbone growing very uncomfortable. Beneath his long jacket, his bare feet were throbbing as his toes stretched longer and longer. His nails sank into his toes before pushing out of the tips as short claws. His bush was spreading up his stomach, forming a pleasure trail of thick grayish brown hair. It passed his navel and slipped up onto his chest, merging with the thick patch of chest hair. Even Ricky's flat top hair was getting thicker, sticking up and bristling a bit.

"I, uh... yeah..." Asher replied, a bit confused, but it sounded like the cop was giving him a way out, "I mean guys are so much better." He lied, though as he uttered the words, they seemed to have a bit of truth to them. The words sank into his brain and his memories started to shift, "I mean girls all seem the same, but guys... they can look so different. Piercings, hair styles, facial hair, tatts, clothes, they're way more interesting." Asher said before he gasped softly, a shiver of pleasure moving through him. In his shoes his toes started to grow together, the flesh knitting and the bones merging. Before long his shoes were full of amorphous flesh, though his toenails spread out and covered his feet, dropping down over the edges before hardening into hooves.

"Besides, why would you have even been at that bar where there are so many women?" Ricky asked.

"I wasn't, honest; I was downtown at the pawn shops." Ricky said. It was certainly true, though he had been there to scope out women... though that memory escaped him at the moment.

"Of course not..." Ricky said, reaching into his jacket to fondle his balls. He shivered happily at how big they were. Even more than avocadoes, they had to almost be the size of grapefruits.... And covered in a fine, soft gray fur. Ricky stroked them, caressing them, moaning as excess flesh built up in his pants. Struggling against his body weight, his tailbone had surged out, producing feet of long thick fleshy corded rat tail before finally the tail spilled out of the base of the trench coat, coiling on the floor. Unaware of what Ricky was doing, Asher quickly finished off his coffee before pouring himself some more. He tipped it back before sighing in contentment.

"HAWWve you got any leads on the real perp?" Asher asked, surprised that his voice would crack like that. He flexed his fingers, unaware that his nails had turned from white to brown and grown over his finger tips to make tiny hooflettes. Slowly Asher's pierced ears started to stretch into longer and longer points

"I'm afraid I can't discuss that outside of the department, but I think with a few more questions you'll be free to go." Ricky said, grinning a bit. The grin looked stranger than usual, both because two of his front teeth had grown longer than the rest and because his jaw and nose were pushing forward from his face, stretching.

"You can HAWWWve at it." Asher moaned, his own jaw popping and stretching longer as his face darkened with chocolate brown stubble even darker than his goatee. His pants contorted before a tasseled tail slipped out to hang through the rungs in the back of his chair.

"Do you now or have you ever had a relationship with Elia Glantz?" Ricky asked as his nose swelled into a round nose, the flesh darkening as long whiskers pushed out of his cheeks. His coat grew so tight as his body swelled that the clasps released, letting a gray furry chest with an even thicker brown pleasure trail escape into sight, held back only by a harness. Asher was shocked by the sight but rather turned on. His cock was hard at once, though it was far harder than ever before. He moaned and panted as it swelled longer, the mushroom shaped head ramming into the tight denim of his jeans before it flattened and flared, forming a thick equine cock.

"No, not at all. I HAWWven't even known anyone named Elia." Asher moaned, reaching in to jack himself off, no longer even aware that he had ever had an inhibition about public indecency.

"Do you know Elia's pimp, known to some as Robbie the Rack?" Ricky asked.

"Is HEEEE HAWWW a man about six foot two, long black beard?" Asher moaned as his face continued stretching into a wider equine muzzle. His stubble spread over the rest of his face, though his goatee was still longer than his face fur. The hair on Asher's arms and legs turned into thick fur and his shoes burst, revealing his hooves.

"No, he's red headed." Ricky replied, his ears stretching into tall folded rat like flaps. The fur had spread over his body as well.

"Then I don't know him either." Asher panted.

"Good, I didn't think so." Ricky whispered before he lunged over the table. Asher fell onto his back, gazing up as furry gray rat balls came down to smother his face. Ricky tea bagged the suspect vigorously before he moved to stuff his face with his rat cock.

****

Tristan moved down the aisles with a garbage cart and a glum look on his face. He'd passed every course and certification at police academy, he'd struggled hard to get where he was... but he was a rookie and as such he'd been given the worst of the worst assignments. With the city's budget cuts the department had cut way back on cleaning crew and between shifts he had to run around and clean out the small bins. Usually it was demeaning and degrading because he had to look at all the respectable cops doing respectable work, but it really seemed like the station was close to empty. Almost all of the desks were vacant, though the offices seemed to be in use. All their blinds were shut.

Tristan passed a window, stopping outside the chief's office to dump more garbage cans into the big one on wheels. His image reflected in the window. His blond hair was a bit longer than most cops kept it, almost on the verge of being shaggy, but it was still regulation. He moved down the hall and returned the big garbage can to its spot to finish filling it on his next rounds. Tristan moved back through the station before he came to a stop. Resting on his desk was something he hadn't been expecting, a brand new uniform... It was a collar to ankle black jumpsuit that looked like it was made out of fine leather.

The rookie approached the uniform, running his hand over it in pure awe and amazement before he eagerly scooped it up and carried it off to the bathroom. He moved in, finding an empty stall to lock himself in. He kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, his heart skipping a beat as the wall next to him thumped and the occupant groaned. Tristan figured they were having a hard day. He hadn't noticed the two sets of thick paws on the other side of the partition. Still focused on his uniform, Tristan stripped in record time before stepping into the jumpsuit.

As he pulled it up and started to zip, Tristan realized he had forgotten his underwear, but as the leather cupped and hugged his balls, he realized that probably wouldn't be necessary. He moaned and shuddered as his cock found a natural channel in the jumpsuit, sliding up into a tube that almost looked like a sheath. Tristan kept drawing the zipper up, unconsciously petting the soft grayish blond fur on his chest that hadn't been there before, though finally he finished zipping up. It was hard to see in the stall, but from what he could tell, the jumpsuit was rather form fitting. It showed off his pecs and abs and biceps and triceps. He grinned in delight before he stepped out of the stall.

With each step he took on the tiled floor, his footsteps sounded differently. They went from silent padding to clumsy clicks as his toes fused, his nails became hooves and his ankles shifted. Tristan even lifted up two extra inches on his new hooves. His fingers pulsed and gained hoof tips and white fur erupted from the sleeves of his jumpsuit, spreading over his hands and fingers down to the hard tips. When Tristan stepped out in front of the mirror, the man he saw was far different than he had been expecting, and it was changing fast.

Thick white stubble emerged from his chin, pushing out and curving down until he had a luxurious goatee. He reached up and stroked it with his fingers before nearly falling to his knees in lust. It felt as good as jacking off, so of course he continued stroking it. With each rub and caress, the goatee grew longer and longer, stretching down into a long tuft, but it was far from the only thing changing. His ears stretched and his head throbbed in pain as two lumps formed. As horny as Tristan was, the pain got to be a bit much before finally the skin parted and two bony horns emerged... and so did his goat cock.

Sticking out of the leather sheath, Tristan's cock was thicker and longer than ever. He grabbed his rod and started jacking off furiously, only accelerating his changes. The horns continued to push out of his head, spiraling back around his ears to form ram's horns. The white fur of his goatee spread across his face as it pushed out into a fine muzzle and a flap in the back of the jumpsuit opened as a tuft of a white tail emerged, wagging away. Tristan looked damn hot if he thought so himself. The door to the bathroom slammed open as a black panther man in a cop uniform entered, dreadlocks hanging from his head. He panted, his cock already out and dripping.

"Diego?" Tristan asked in surprise. Diego had been the only other rookie on the force. Diego didn't respond, he was too happy to see his friend. He pounced and pinned the goat to the floor of the bathroom, kissing and humping him furiously. Tristan bleated out in delight, happy to be prey.

****

The door at the end of the hall opened as Gavin emerged, Blake following after. The boar and fox moved past bathrooms, booking rooms and offices. Every one was full of animal grunting and roaring. When they finally reached the main room, they saw quite the sight before them. The entire police force had changed... Felines, canines and a dozen other species... but so had their suspects and criminals. Skunk sergeants were getting blow jobs from snakes, respectable German Shepherds were fucking scraggly street hyenas. It was a veritable orgy of justice. Blake moved to lean back into Gavin's immense chest.

"We did very good." Blake smiled.

"All thanks to that leather shop, but yeah. We brought our police force and the community closer together... Not a bad day at all." Gavin smiled.

"My ass is aching for your big cock... Why don't we go grab me a leash for my collar so you can 'take me for a walk'." Blake grinned.

"Sounds good to me." Gavin said, licking his tusks.