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A Fertile Gift by: Theo Winters

Written for Tincrash

Dean yawned as he walked towards the mail box, the sun setting in the distance behind him. He had only been awake for half an hour or so there was hardly any sunlight left in the day. It was one of the down sides of having to work nights during the winter.

He rubbed his bare arms as he reached the mailboxes for the apartment complex. Fishing out his keys he opened his box, not expecting very much to be there. The weekend before Christmas wasn't exactly the best time for mail. Even so he was surprised to find a key in the box, one of the keys for the package mail boxes.

Dean fished the key out, surprised to see it. He couldn't think of anyone who would be sending him a gift, and he couldn't afford anything for himself. He closed his own mail box and went to the package box that matched the key. Opening it up he found a small brown package, pulling it out he spun it around in his hands, finding that his name and address was on the box but no return address.

"What might you be?" he mused, lifting up the box to his ear. It was heavier than he expected and he could hear something shifting inside when he gave it a light shake, but that wasn't enough to tell him what it might be.

He walked back towards his apartment, shifting the box from hand to hand. He was starting to shiver from the cold, his skin prickling along his arms, making him regret leaving his jacket on the couch.

Dean hurried across the parking lot, slipping past his car before he rushed up the stairs to his apartment. Normally being on the third floor help keep the place warm, but the apartment under his had been empty all fall and it looked like it would stay that way until spring. It made his floors ice cold.

Fumbling with the lock, his fingers protesting the work, he got the door back open and stepped inside. The warmth of the apartment making his glasses fog over, forcing them to working them clean on his shirt.

At least it was warm inside.

With the package still in hand he went into the kitchen, his coffee waiting for him. He poured himself a mug, using it warm his hands for a few moments before turning his attention to the mystery box.

Not wanting to bother with a knife he used the edge of one of his keys to cut the tape on the box then opened it. Inside was a mass of bubble wrap, a dark shape hidden inside the plastic. He pulled the whole bundle free of the box, a small piece of paper coming along with it, fluttering down to the table.

Setting the bundle to the side he picked up the slip of paper and unfolded it. It was a note, hand written in a large flowing script, the loops and whirls of the letters dancing together, mixing and swirling into a shape that complemented the words on the page: "My dear Dean, I have seen the worry in your eyes so provide you with a gift. May it bring you as much joy to yourself as it has to me. Your dearest Pirta."

Dean set the letter down, looking at the swirling lines. He had no idea who Pirta was, but clearly she knew him. That bothered him a little bit, he would like to know the people who ever giving him a gift.

Adjusting his glasses, he picked up the plastic wrapped bundle and started to work it free. It was tapped closed with thin strands of hair caught in it. He worked a finger under the tape, slowly pulling it free from the plastic.

With a final tug the tape came free and the bubble wrap unfolded in his hand to reveal an odd statue inside. It looked like a person, but the shape was wrong, large and curvy, with a tail coming out from the back over a large ass and wide hips.

Gently he picked up the statue, feeling the weight of it as he turned it in his hands, the front of it was just as curved as the back, with full breasts sitting on top of a large belly. The face on statue was soft and curved, but had the hint of what could be a muzzle. The whole thing was silver in color, but wasn't made of metal, the only marking were on the top of the belly, a mix of circle and lines that drew the eye to it.

He ran a finger over the belly on the statue, not sure what to make of it. It was odd, but had the look of a classic fertility idol, the sort of thing you saw on TV or in museums, it wasn't the sort of thing you got as a gift.

Dean rolled the statue between his hands, stroking his fingers over the soft curves. Whatever it was made of was warm, without thinking he ran his thumbs over the curve of the belly, running it over the dark lines.

After admiring the idol for a few more minutes, he gently set it back down on the table and took a sip of his coffee. He couldn't take his eyes off the small statue, there was something enchanting about it, something that wanted all his attention.

He took another drink, a shiver running down his body, settling down into his slight belly, making it feel oddly warm. Reaching down, he pressed his hand against his belly though his shirt, an odd jolt running over his skin. It felt tender around his belly button, but not everywhere, just in a few places.

Pulling his shirt up, he leaned forward, trying to see what was going on but all he did was send his glasses tumbling off his face. He quickly plucked them out of the air and put them back on his nose then left his coffee on the statue on the table, heading towards the bathroom.

Once inside the room he pulled his shirt back up and looked at his belly. There were bruises around his navel, almost circling it but not quite. A long line ran up along his belly, a second one went down towards his crotch. As he watched the bruises grew darker, more of them showing up on his pale skin.

Dean shivered, reaching out to touch the bruises, then down to his navel. As he touched it he felt a jolt of pleasure rushing through his body, his innie belly button popping out against his fingers, becoming an outie.

He shivered, touching his belly button again, another rush of pleasure running though his body. He shook a bit in place, feeling his pants starting to grow tight as he started to get aroused. Slowly he ran his fingers over the marks as they grew darker, becoming pure black, like a tattoo. It stood out on his white skin, creating a stark contrast.

Slowly he teased a finger over the marks, his other hand slipping down to rub at his crotch, feeling his erection in his jeans. It was tight against the fabric, tight and hot, pulsing with the beating of his heart.

A part of him knew he should question where they had came from, but he pushed that away. It felt to good to worry about. The hand on his belly moved down to tease his belly button again, another jolt of pleaser rushing along his body. He pulled his other hand away from his crotch, only so he could shove under the hem of his pants and into his underwear, grabbing his shaft and squeezing it.

His own touch felt so very good, sending another jolt of pleasure though his body. Shivering he pulled himself away from the mirror, rushing to his bedroom. As he ran he pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the side, then grabbing his pants he shoved them off, throwing them and his underwear to the floor.

Dean jumped onto the bed, landing on his ass, only wearing his glasses and his socks. Leaning back he grabbed firmly at his hard shaft, stroking the length of it with one hand while the other ran over his belly, slowly teasing over the black marks.

He wiggled on the bed, whimpering happily as he teased his belly, feeling it starting to swell out slightly under his touch, the tips of his fingers starting to be tickled by something new. It added a bit of warmth to his body and his belly, making him smiling as he stroked his hard shaft.

Closing his eyes, he started to stroke himself, eager to feel the pleasure grow even stronger. His hand continued to rub his belly, teasing the nub of his belly button, enjoying the wonderful feelings that it sent through his body.

Using his thumb, he teased the head of his cock, rubbing the precum over the top it and down to the edge of his foreskin. Humping at his hand, he worked the skin over his shaft and along the glad of his cock. Teasing it more he whimpered, wiggling from side to side.

He was starting to feel a pressure under his ass, pressing up against the base of his spine and making him slightly uncomfortable. Each time he rocked on the bed it helped a little bit, but it only lasted a moment before the pressure came back.

Dean pulled the hand away from his belly, stroking it down his side to stroke at his hip. The skin was hot against his fingers, pressing against them with each pulse of pressure against his ass. In a part of his lust addled mind he realized that his hips were swelling out against his hands, his ass growing to match them. All it did was make his cock twitch in excitement in his hand.

He humped at his hand, squeezing his cock as he worked the foreskin over the head, the pleasure growing with each passing moment. He continued to rub at his hips, feeling them growing larger with each passing moment, the growth itself making him squirm and moan.

Rocking on the bed, his new ass providing a pivot for his body, he worked his free hand back up to his belly, rubbing at his belly button again. Oddly it felt larger under his fingers, swollen out even more. The skin felt odd as well, it wasn't smooth anymore and teased at the tips of his fingers.

Stroking his cock and belly in time, he teased his hand back up over the marks on his stomach, each touch sending a fresh jolt of pleasure though his hot body. He flexed and twisted his body, biting his lip as the pleasure kept growing.

A shiver ran through his body as he felt his nipples get hard from his excitement, it was an oddly wonderful feeling, not quite anything he had ever felt before. It was almost enough to pull him out of his cloud of lust, but it was too strong to let him go.

With a feeling of regret he pulled his hand away from his belly then up to his chest. He teased his fingers against one nipple, rubbing gently at it. He was rewarded with a new jolt of pleaser that rushed down though his body and almost made him climax on the stop.

It was too soon for that, he didn't want the pleasure to end, not now. He forced himself to pull his hand away from his cock, slowly siding it down to cup at his balls, rolling them around in his tight sack. With his other hand he started to rub and tease at his hard nipples, moving from one side to the other, trying to give them both the same attention.

A part of him wasn't at all surprised when he felt his nipples getting fatter as he teased them. Filling out, swelling under his touch as they grew, the small nubs, hardly standing over his skin, rose higher and higher from his chest, swelling out almost an inch into the air. Each one was fat and as thick as his fingers, the areolas well out as well to dominate his chest.

Teasing his fingers around the fat tits, he found himself whimpering and shivering on the bed. More thick precum ran from his cock, even though he did nothing to tease it. He squeezed at his balls again, moaning in pleasure. It was getting stronger by the moment, filling his body, burning him with lust.

Unable to hold back, he pulled his hand away from his balls and back up to his cock. He started to stroke his shaft again, working the foreskin over his tender head, making him whimper and cry. His other hand slipped back down to his belly, rubbing over it, feeling a thick coat of fur starting to tease his fingers, before he rubbed them over the large nub of his navel.

That was finally enough to push him over the edge. Letting out a long whimper he arched his back while thrusting his cock into his fist. His balls pulled tight as his shaft shuttered, blasting a heavy load of cum over his chest. It splayed over his belly and splatter on his chest. It was hot against his skin, almost burning but in the most pleasant way.

Without warning a second rush of pleasure crashed down over his body. Twisting around he cried out even louder, a second orgasm exploding from his cock, more thick spunk spraying out over his belly and chest, soaking at the fur around his navel.

Dean let out a long gasp as the pleasure started to subside. He sank back on the bed, relaxing on his plush ass as he pulled his hand away from his erection, feeling it starting to wilt. With his other hand he started rubbing the hot cum into the fur covering his belly, letting it soak in. It was a wonderful feeling, and it gave him the most pleasant buzz.

Tracing his fingers up his belly, he ran them around his chest and large tits, teasing the drops of cum that had reached so very high. Without thinking he gathered up one fat dob on the tip of his fingers, then lifted it to his mouth, licking it clean. It tasted wonderful, salty but yet still a bit sweet and better then he had ever expected. He had never tasted cum before, and he was sure it would be better fresh from a hard cock.

With a smile on his lips, he kept rubbing his belly button, stroking over the fur that surrounded it. It was odd, he had never felt fur on his belly before, in fact he never had any body hair to speak of, only just what was on his crotch. This felt different before, thicker, and was still sticky with his wonderful cum.

Dean slowly cracked an eye, looking down over his body. Slowly the image of his belly came into focused, framed by his fat nipples. It was larger than her remembered, rising up in a slight curve, white fur covering most of it, then only color the black marks centered around his fat navel.

He blinked, looking at it again, when did he have fur? When did he have a large belly, or wide plush hips... or taste his own cum?

With his head spinning, he sat up, feeling his ass shift under him. He pulled himself to his feet and rushed back down the hallway as fast as he could. He couldn't move very fast with his new build, his hips and ass rolling with each step, shaking as he moved. It felt wonderful, even if it did slow him down.

As he came into the bathroom he let out a gasp, looking at his refection. His whole belly was covered in white fur, rolling up from his crotch to just under his chest, his nipples were just as large as he remembered, still hard and jutting forward. His hips and ass rose up over the counter, letting him see the shelf his rump made where it encountered his back. What struck him the most was the way the counter pressed into the bottom of his belly. It had never done that before, somehow he had lost at least a foot in height!

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice cracking as he spoke. With a blush he took a step back from the mirror, the fur starting to spread around his hips. An itch ran over his scalp and a moment later his shoulder length hair started to grow out, rushing down his back until it covered his ass. As it grew it became lighter, the brown hair slowly turning blond, and then pure white.

Dean shivered, reaching back to run his hand through the hair, feeling the long silky strands running between his fingers. It sent another warm jolt of pleasure though his body, making him whimper. He pressed himself back against the wall, watching as the white fur starting to run along his body.

He was torn, a part of him wanted the changes to stop, but the rest of him wanted it to continued. The pleasure was too much for him to let go.

Slipping his hand down, he started to rub his belly again, finding it warm though the white fur. At the same time he felt his pleasure growing, filling his body again, but this time his shaft didn't respond. The changing man bit his lip again and reached down to touch himself, gasping as his fingers brushed his length. It felt strange, somewhere between soft and hard, but smaller then it had ever been before.

His fingers stroked along his length, feeling it twitch and grow smaller. Leaning back he looked at his reflection in the mirror, it wasn't just his shaft, his balls were smaller as well, shrinking back into his body as his sack pulled tight to his crotch. Reaching down he stroked over the skin, shivering at how good it felt as his balls pulled back up into his body.

Dean whimpered softly, teasing the skin as it started to pucker and pull back into his both, his cock getting even smaller, turning into a large clit at the top of the growing folds of a very female sex. He pressed his fingers to it, letting out a cry at the jolt of pleasure that ran though him.

"Oh, oh wow," the newly made woman said, looking at herself in the mirror. The fur was running up over her body, it was nearly at his chest, having wrapped around her hips and ass and down her legs almost to the knees.

She shivered again, pressing a hand against the counter as her new sex continued to grow inside of her body. She could feel it, hot under her skin, pressing out in her belly, eager to be filled. The pulsing of pleasure ran though her body, making her legs shake.

Slowly she lifted one hand up to rub at her chest, teasing the fat nipples, letting out a pleased moan as they started to swell out, the flesh growing and pressing out against his hand. In moments she had the soft peaks of small breasts, almost conical in shape as they jutted from her chest, but still they grew. Quickly they developed a curve, resting down against her chest, the nipples swaying as the flesh filled in under them.

Using both paws, she rubbed her growing breasts, whimpering happily as they pressed out between her fingers. They had started round out, pressing firmly forward, rising out from her chest and arching down to form a pair of perfectly shaped breasts.

She smiled, teasing her tits, finding that they looked much better on real breasts then on her masculine chest. Pushing her hair back she spun in place, watching as the fur rose up to wrap around her breasts, making them look all the more prefect.

The next change was on her face, her ears starting to rise up along the side of her head, pushing her glasses off her face. She caught them quickly, starting to wonder how she was going to wear them when her ears grew tight for a moment. She rubbed them with the back of a fur covered paw, and when she pulled it away everything was in perfect focus.

Dean smiled at that, watching as fur started to form over her face, her ears growing pointed, pressing up through her hair to sit at the top of her head. At the very tips of her ears the white darkened into black. She flicked them, laughing happily as they moved.

She continued to smile, her lips pulling back to reveal her teeth. She wasn't surprised to see the flat teeth starting to shift and reform, become pointed as her jaw started to swell out, pressing into a muzzle. Her nose started to flatted out, the skin turning dark brown as it grew. After a moment of thought, she flicked out her tongue and licked her nose, then burst into laughter.

As she laughed the fur started to wrap around her face, but the white was quickly fading into dark browns and blacks. It covered her face, focusing around her eyes and down her cheeks, though a strip of white fur ran up her muzzle and between her eyes.

Reaching up, Dean touched the mask on her face, fluffing out the fur. She looked something like a raccoon, but she knew that was wrong. She was something else, something raccoon like. A moment later the name popped into her head, she was a tanuki!

"Tanuki," she said, rolling the word through her new muzzle, her voice was soft and higher then as a human, but it fit her new form perfectly and sounded wonderful as well.

The five foot tall woman smiled and walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the living room, enjoying the swaying of her hips as she moved. Everything felt wonderful and right, her body warm even though she was nude. She could feel small claws rubbing against the chilledfloor as she walked, having ripped through the tip of her socks, not that she cared.

She returned to her kitchen table, picking up the idol and looking at it again. The markings on the idol's belly were the same as on hers, marking her as being the same.

Her other hand reached back to rub the base of her spine, right at the top of her ass, she could feel pressure against her fingers as her tail started growing. A moment later a warm rush of pleasure ran down her hand from the idol and right into her belly. It filled her with a wave of pleasure, making her cry out as she climaxed.

Dean set the idol back on the table, panting hard as she pawed at her belly. She felt good, so very good, better than she ever had before. The warmth stayed with her, filling her belly, pulsing inside of her... then it started to grow.

"Oh, oh my!" she said, rubbing her belly with both hands, feeling it starting to swell out under her fingers. Starting to grow with pleasure and with life. She could feel it in her womb, children, her children, growing inside of her. She closed her eyes tightly closed, rubbing at the belly as continued to swell with six perfect cubs. She could feel each one of them as they grew, growing older with each passing moment and making her belly even bigger.

A new wave of pressure filled her body, this time focused on her breast. She could feel them swell, tight pressure growing under the skin, pulling it tight as her tits were stretched even larger. Reaching up with one hand, she started to rub her breasts, enjoying how tight they felt as they grew even larger. As she rub them she could feel moisture starting to form on the tip of her nipples then starting to drip down against her chest.

Opening her eyes she looked down at her breasts, lifted high by her large belly, each one was swollen large with milk, the pressure caused drops of milk to form on her nipples.

With one last wave of pleasure the growth of her children came to a stop, only weeks from being born. They filled her belly, pressing it out so far that she couldn't reach her navel anymore. The pressure had made her belly button ever larger, almost like a third nipple jutting from her belly, the shape of her children resting slightly above it and forcing the outtie to point towards the floor.

Dean, now Donna, ran her hands over her hug belly, feeling her cubs move under her tough. "That's it babies, mommy will take good care of you, you'll always be safe inside of me," she said. It was true, they would always be safe, always inside of her, almost ready to be born but never coming due. Leaving the short tanuki forever pregnant.

Slowly she ran her hands over her body, enjoying how it felt. She flicked her tail in excitement, letting out a gasp as she felt it suddenly split in twain. Looking back over her shoulder she laughed when she saw that she now had two beautiful tails, almost pure white with thin streaks of brown fur running down to a black tip.

With a smile she ran a finger down the curve of the fertility idol that she now so wonderful resembled. She still had no idea who this Pirta was, but she had an idea. She had to find her and thank her for sending her the idol. It was exactly what she needed, and she had a few ideas of who else she could share it with.

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This story was written and copyright 2011 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author, violators will be end up perpetually pregnant.