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Personal Package Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

The buzzing of a box fan filled the stuffy bedroom. The lights were off, it was eight at night but still the sunlight streamed through the blanket hung up over the window. Kirk lay on his back on the beat up old mattress, trying to let the fan blow the heat off of his bare stomach. He lay in only his pants to limit the heat he trapped, but still it was overbearing. It didn't help that Kirk was a bit on the generous side. He wasn't quite at fat, at least not technically, but it didn't help his body heat or his image. He gazed up at the Advent Children wall scrolls hanging from his walls in the corner, the cool colors reminding him of cooler seasons.

Kirk tried to let his mind calm enough for a nap, but the heat was just too oppressive. His brain turned and turned in place. He sighed, rolling one way to cool his back, then the other way to cool his front. It was almost like some kind of reverse rotisserie. The stir craziness of it all was building up, threatening to drive him mad until there was a thump at the front door. A moment later there was a glint of sunlight reflecting off of something. Then Kirk remembered it, UPS always came late in the day... He'd gotten his package!

The man sprung out of bed onto bare feet and padded through the house, moving through the living room. He shuddered; it was even hotter there without any fan. He unlocked the front door and eased it open, looking out. The grass had fallen into shade but the street still looked like it was sizzling, but that wasn't where Kirk was looking. He gazed down at the big brown cardboard box emblazoned with the Daedalus emblem. Kirk picked the box up, glanced both ways before he moved back to the marginally cooler refuge of his home. He moved into his bedroom, dropped the box on the bed and soon tore it open, his hands finding the packing tape difficult but not impossible. The flaps opened to reveal bubble wrap, but through the clear layers of noisy protection, he saw what he had ordered.... His 'Personal Package'. The contents included one pair of peach and yellow boxer shorts and a bottle of cologne. Daedalus had just started carrying them. It was an odd prospect, but Kirk liked the colors and the user reviews were all so glowing.

He reverently removed the bubble wrap to lift up the boxers and he almost squeaked in delight to see they were just as they hoped they would be. Unlike most boxers, these had pockets... There were several of various sizes, but the largest were on the side and front of his legs. The base material was peach while the tops of the pockets, the fly and the waistband were all lemon yellow. The fabric felt so soft on his skin, somewhere between cotton and cloud. Best of all, it looked like it could really breathe. Kirk knew it was time to give them a spin.

The young man set the underwear on the side of the box before he dropped his pants and let his old boxers pool around his ankles. He took the peach boxers in hand, opened them up and slid one leg through, then the other, pulling them up. As the fabric slipped around his posterior and cupped his package, he let out a soft murmur of amazement. The waist band settled at the edge of his slightly belly, but Kirk didn't even notice anymore. He stood there, feeling as if he was perfectly naked... or better than naked. The boxers supported him, held him, but most importantly they kept him cool. Kirk sighed with relief, feeling his body temperature drop or his heat tolerance rise, one of the two. In any case, Kirk moved over to his computer chair and sat down, sighing again with vast relief.

Kirk yawned a bit, stretching his arms above his head. He laced his fingers together as he stretched, no longer feeling persecuted by the temperature. What he didn't realize was that the arms he held above his head were growing. His biceps and triceps expanded, so did his forearms, then his wrist. The fat seemed to be converted beneath his skin. He lowered his arms, spreading his legs wide as he drifted into a light sleep. His legs were splayed wide, but as he rested, the distance between them started to shrinks. His thighs thickened, not with fat, but muscle. His ankles thickened, his heel widened and his feet began to elongate, the toes stretching before the entire sole did. Kirk murmured happily, his nose twitching a bit.

Ever so slowly, the boxers started to rise up off of his skin, displaced by something beneath... that something being fur. The groin of the new boxers bulged, then the ass expanded a bit. Kirk stirred softly, feeling more comfortable by the second. Kirk's legs started to grow longer, his feet slipping across the carpet. The friction caused him to stir and then open his eyes. Kirk was a bit confused by what had woken him before he looked down at his legs and his jaw slowly dropped. They were far further away than he was used to. He reached down to rub his leg and grunted softly. The sensation was stronger, more sensitive... and proved just how much thicker his thighs were.

"What the frak?" Kirk murmured to himself softly before he pushed his chair back and tried to stand, wobbling a bit. He grabbed onto the desk for support, realizing he was in fact taller than he was used to. He looked down at his larger feet, then his legs, then his arms. Every limb was larger, thicker, stronger... but there was one part he hadn't examined. Kirk took a soft breath before he reached down and pulled his waistband away from his waist. What he saw inside was completely different than his expectation. The hair around his manhood had turned white, and it filled every portion of his underwear... His hips, his ass, his balls... They were all furry... and it was spreading.

Kirk moaned, stumbling, almost falling to the floor as his legs flexed and bent. The bones, the knees... they were all reconfiguring. Eventually Kirk fell forward, grabbing the side of his bed for support. His legs felt useless, but his arms had been remarkably strong. Kirk turned, watching in shock as his arms bulged more, the muscle growing larger. His fingers pulsed and throbbed as the fingernails turned from white to blank, sinking into his fingers, the flesh growing over the top before sharp claw tips pushed out of the ends of his fingers. The claws thickened and sharpened in a few short moments.

"This can't be normal." Kirk panted softly, watching as the color in his arm hair changed. It shifted from a dark brown to a lighter and lighter tan, somewhere between brown and gray. Kirk panted softly before he moaned in pleasure, feeling some strange feeling wash over him. The fat in his chest started to be processed by his body, converted into fuel and then transitioned back into muscle. His round man tits hardened into pectoral muscles and his slight belly was hardening into something else... It was still round, but it was firming up as his muscles took on the ball gut of a power lifter.

Despite his fear, confusion and dread, the testosterone the muscles put off were intoxicating to Kirk. He grunted louder and louder as his manhood slipped out of a furry sheath, tenting his new boxers. As he felt his rod rubbing against the cloth, he knew it was responsible. He reached down to try and peel them off before it was too late, but as soon as his hand got near his waistband, it plunged beneath to grab at his rod and work it. Kirk fell onto his back, thrusting off wildly, his manhood so thick in his hand. Kirk rolled around, panting as the fur crept past his boxers, sliding up over his muscle gut and down his legs. The hair on his thighs thickened, taking on the brownish gray coating. Each strand grew thicker, and new strands grew in between the others every few seconds until his upper legs were covered by light colored fur.

Kirk panted softly, sweat beading across his forehead. He looked down at his groin, surprised by how full and big his rod was, but also aware of the spread of the fur. The solid white fuzz had completely covered his thick gut before it started spreading to his pecs. The fur that reached his ribs darkened to a grayish tan, making only his underbelly so creamy white, but the change was no longer limited to just fur. A strong ache had started with Kirk's fall to the carpet. He'd assumed it was his impact at first, but as his tailbone slowly worked itself apart from his pelvis and began to stretch out, it was clear that was no longer the case.

New bones grew in behind old, growing larger and thicker with each successive generation. The wedge of flesh pushed out uncomfortably behind him, feeling tilted at the wrong angle. Kirk braced his elbows and very large feet on the floor and lifted himself up just long enough for the tail to go flat before growing out longer beneath him, stretching toward his knees, then his ankles. As it grew, soft tan fur spread over the length. Kirk panted harder, feeling strangely exhilarated by the change... but he had to know what was going on. With great effort he grabbed onto the bed again and started to pull himself up. His legs seemed to bend in ways they never had before, but between his large feet and his long, thick tail he balanced better and managed to get upright.

"Now that's more like it." Kirk muttered. He took a step, then another, then a third. At first he used his clawed hands to support himself, but despite his legs being particularly springy, he no longer felt like he was going to fall. Kirk moved up the hall and into the bathroom, turning to examine himself. It was a mix of positives and negatives that baffled him. He could barely accept that it was even remotely real, but the muscles were fantastic even if the fur was spreading. He turned sideways and glanced at his back in the mirror, then tried the other side. The fur was up to his shoulder blades and collar bone and covered all the way down to his ankles. It even swept down his arms, starting to cover the backs of his hands.

For a moment Kirk was relieved that nothing had changed about his face, but then he noticed a disturbing change... his ears were pointed. He reached up with both hands to rub them, only to feel they grow fuzzy and stretch taller. Kirk kept rubbing and stroking them as they covered on both sides, and then his ear drums popped and silence reigned. Kirk whimpered, fearing he had caused himself to go deaf, but then the ears shifted up the sides of his head, tingling as the hair displaced and moved around it. A moment later, Kirk saw two tall, curved, almond shaped ears stick up from the top of his head. His ear drums popped again and his hearing returned.

Kirk looked at his animal ears, feeling shocked and dismayed. As if they read his mind, they flattened a bit... but the changes were accelerating. The fur moved up his neck, but Kirk was too busy watching his nose turn black to notice. His nostrils expanded, the tip of his nose turned leathery and tilted up slightly. His cheeks tingled as long, thick whiskers began pushing out and then his teeth ached. Kirk gasped as his jaw bone, upper lip and nose pushed forward, creating a short, defined muzzle. The front was rather squared off, but the muzzle was still pronounced. The white fur covered his throat, chin and then encircled his mouth, but grayish tan fur covered his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and then around his eyes. His shaggy brown hair remained on the top of his head, but the rest of his body was nearly done changing.

His arms were covered, his hands looked almost like paws, even his feet were clawed and furry. Kirk gazed at himself in the mirror for a long moment, trying to place himself. He looked like a half llama, half fox... Kirk looked down past his muscle gut to his giant feet and powerful legs, flexed his tail, and then figured it out. He was a kangaroo, and not just any kangaroo, he was a muscle roo. Kirk chuckled at that, feeling particularly amused at the irony... but he still didn't feel hot. Even with all that fur, he was comfortable. In fact, he was more comfortable than he'd been in a long time.

Kirk slowly left the bathroom, making his way back to his bedroom. He reached into the box and dug around to find the cologne, examining the bottle. The liquid inside was slightly orangey pink, sort of like his underwear. He lifted the bottle and pulled off the cap before spraying some onto his wrist and sniffing it. The scent was potent, like musk and the desert sun and wild grasses. It smelled like wonder, like freedom. Kirk hugged the bottle to his furry chest, smiling happily. He still wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but if he was it was a very good dream. The new kangaroo set the bottle onto his desk and moved to fold up the box, his clawed hands resting right on the Daedalus logo as he picked it up.

****

Heavy machines came down to stamp the cardboard boxes with the company logo, moving the cardboard on to where double sided adhesive was stamped with the liners on one side, preparing them to be made and sealed by the employees. The warehouse floor was a busy, busy place but the office building connected to it was almost tranquil. Tony Corlett had grown a lot since he had decided to start a company, but the CEO had never grown quite as rapidly as when he sampled the Personal Package cologne and turned into a large furry gorilla man. Now he sat in a huge chair holding a television remote with his foot, dexterously changing the channel as he sipped from a tumbler of scotch.

At a table near by were his newest business associates; Gibson Shaw, a silver wolf with a long Fu Manchu and almost five hundred pounds of muscle, and Sanjay Mahajan, a tiger man with a simpler black goatee but a very detailed coat of fur. They were going over the production needs to start sending out their products nationally, possibly even globally. They'd sent out a few packages as samples to get the buzz on the streets, but it was still a question of if it would take root or not. Sanjay and Gibson had been grateful to Tony for letting them stay in his office while they figured out their next step. Tony had been only too happy to help, for a small favor in return. The gorilla inhaled slowly as he looked down onto the warehouse floor and spotted a human coming in the staff door. His lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Gentlemen, your next appointment is here." Tony said with a smirk.

****

Landon stood amid stacks of boxes, looking out across the warehouse floor with a bit of confusion. The expression on his face was particularly adorable given that he was barely eighteen, had feathered blond hair and black rimmed glasses. Landon had signed onto Daedalus as a summer intern and he'd visited the building as it was fitted before graduation, but when he'd visited the anthros had been in the minority. Now it seemed like every worker was an animal hybrid of one kind or another. Landon had nothing against them; he just had never had much experience with them. He walked along the floor slowly, passing a buffalo and a rhino working on packaging. In the distance a ram pushed a cart along, heading for the offices.

"Landon McKay?" A deep, gravely voice called out. Landon turned, gasping softly as he saw the giant wolf. Gibson strode across the warehouse floor wearing his tight black suit with his silver tie, his fu Manchu hanging down rather long. He sized up the human before smiling, "I'm Gibson, I work with Personal Packages. We're running an exclusive partnership with Daedalus and you'll be working with us today." Gibson said. Landon shifted a bit, looking around.

"So I won't be putting boxes together?" Landon asked. Gibson chuckled, "No, you'll be bringing content down to put into the boxes. Come on." Gibson said, putting a paw around the young man's shoulder. Landon gasped softly, his back arching as he felt the paw pads and claws through his shirt. Gibson massage Landon's shoulders gently, watching them bulge ever so slightly. It was all he could do to avoid stuffing the young man's face into his chest or pits right there and then. The two crossed the warehouse floor, passing a rabbit man printing address labels before they stepped into the elevator. The doors rumbled shut and Landon looked at Gibson.

"How long have you been working with your own business?" he asked. Gibson considered.

"For a few years. It was shortly after I made a commitment to myself to be myself, be comfortable, but still make the world a better place. I see the company as an extension of that." Gibson said.

"Personal Packages, I think I heard about those... It's a garment, cologne combination?" Landon asked.

"Yes, yes it is. Affordable, proceeds going to noble causes, and very comfortable." Gibson said.

"Do you use your own products?" Landon smiled. Gibson chuckled at that. Landon was a good intern, he could tell.

"Yes I do. I've got on a pair of silver slates right now, and my own scent." Gibson said.

"Do you mind if I..." Landon trailed off, not sure how to put it.

"Give it a sniff? I'd be delighted." Gibson growled, surprised by the opportunity. He offered the young man his goatee. Landon blushed a bit before he leaned in and took a sniff. The smell hit him like a brick wall of snowy mountain peaks, wild musk, rutting power and a hint of evergreen. Landon's nose flared as he took in a deeper lung full and staggered forward. Gibson caught the intern and brought the human's face into his beard. Landon felt like jelly, but all he could do was sniff and nuzzle, pressing his face deeper into the musky scent. He rubbed his face against it before his lips parted and he began to lick Gibson's goatee.

Gibson grunted and reached out, hitting the elevator stop button before he grabbed Landon's head and held it in place. Landon kept licking and slurping obediently, rubbing his face all over it as soft blond fuzz formed a strip down his chin from his bottom lip to his throat. The hair grew our thicker, longer and softer, but darker stubble began to blossom across his cheeks, taking on a grayish color. Gibson stroked Landon's head with glee, always enjoying the process. Landon's ears began to grow into points and the gray fur swept up the backs of them from his cheeks. His fingertips throbbed as they started to swell as his fingernails turned from white to brown, stretching out into points and curving down.

Landon started to massage Gibson's suited chest, his claws and pads trailing through the fabric as his palms swelled into pads as well. The slight bit of hair that was visible on his arms past his button up shirt sleeve was turning from blond to gray and it didn't just stop at his wrists, it was spreading across the back of his hands as well. Gibson murmured before he pulled Landon back, looking down at the intern. Landon looked confused, panting, and excited. A grin slowly crossed his lips, revealing sharp pointed fangs. Gibson leaned down to kiss the young man, knowing what he was becoming already. Landon was pinned to the elevator wall, kissed deeply and completely enjoying it. He ground tightly against his apparent boss, so turned on, not even realizing what was happening. As far as he was concerned, he just felt horny and very excited. Ever so slowly, his pointed furry ears lifted up through his blond hair before emerging from the top of his head, tall and proud.

Gibson's kisses continued, sucking and slurping on the intern's mouth. When he pulled away, it was as if Landon's face stretched to keep up. His nose, his upper lip, even his jaw... they all extended and warped. His mouth narrowed in the front, honing into a slightly blunted point. His nostrils upturned and the flesh around them turned black and leathery while whiskers began emerging from his face. The gray fur covering his cheeks and ears spread outward, covering his forehead, most of his nose and around his eyes. As the fur dominated his head, it was clear that Landon was becoming a wolf as well, much like his new boss.

The fur spread down Landon's neck, covering his chest and shoulders, seeping down lower. It spread, pushing his button up shirt out of the way and making it tighter, but his muscles were also joining in. Slowly his shoulder blades expanded and bulged, then his upper arms did as well. Gibson watched the young man's shirt grow tight, the buttons straining, the sleeves reaching maximum potential. Gibson loved it, but he knew the kid could go so much further. He lifted his arm, grabbed Landon's head and trapped it inside. The newly created wolf used his new nose to sniff and inhale the musk, groaning sharply as a tingling spread out from his lungs.

The intern's chest grew much more rapidly, his pectorals hardening before the chest of his shirt split open to reveal creamy white fur. His abs firmed next, sending more buttons flying off to scatter across the elevator floor. Landon's shirt fell open, revealing a muscled torso. Landon kept licking and slurping at the pit of Gibson's suit, feeling the aching and tingling spreading out even more. His spine started to stretch, then his legs. The ankles of his pants rode up, revealing that his legs had already turned furry. His shoes groaned as the leather stretched and warped over the growing flesh.

Landon panted, his hips waggling a bit. The motion seemed quite natural somehow, but it was still lacking. What he lacked, he did not realize until the cheeks of his ass slowly pushed apart to reveal not only a willing hole, but a wiggling nub above it. Landon's pants bunched up as his tail grew out, stretching centimeters every second. Silver fur began working out from the base, but as it neared the tip it turned solid white. The tail wagged, getting thicker. Gibson grinned, pulling Landon's head out from under his arm before shoving it into the other. Landon inhaled thick, deep lungs full as he continued to grow. His shoes slipped off as his furry feet emerged, tipped with toes and paw pads.

Landon panted more and more as his chest rounded larger, his ass cheeks firmed, his legs thickened. It seemed he was getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Gibson was even a bit surprised. He'd never seen anyone take to the scent quite that much, but it seemed that Landon had been destined to have such an exquisite change. It was the scent of a wolf that changed him, and he had been a wolf all along. It was a potent mix, letting the intern reach his maximum potential. Soon Landon's muscled shoulders were hunched, the formerly frail human bent over just to remain where he was. Even with his shirt unbuttoned, it was still too small for the growing wolf. A tear split down the back before the sleeves burst, the fabric shearing apart and leaving Landon with little more than a pale blue scarf as the rest fell away. More tearing came from his pants as the seams down the sides split open, revealing furry hip. The tears spread slowly with each breath before the pants came apart, hanging in tatters.

Gibson couldn't resist it. He reached down to unzip his fly, reaching his paw in to open the fly of his underwear before his thick meat came out. He let Landon free of his pit, and it didn't take more than a second for the blond wolf to spot the shaft. He dropped to his knees, but to Gibson's surprise... the kid STILL had to lean down. Landon took the cock into his long muzzle and started bobbing back and forth. His tongue slathered the length with an affinity for cocks he never realized he had. Landon sucked and slurped, a bulge forming in the remains of his pants. The cloth pushed away from him as his rod expanded. A soft snap sounded as his underwear was pushed too far and the waistband broke, but still Landon kept going.

The bearded wolf grabbed Landon's head and held it to his groin, thrusting forward and back gently, barely able to hold on. Gibson was hardly able to keep his eyes open, but he looked down at Landon, admiring his body. It was so big, so wonderful. His tail had grown in, his feet were swelling... which startled Gibson. Landon's feet were already as long as some men's torsos, and they were still expanding. Gibson was caught so far off guard that he wasn't able to hold his load. He tipped his head back and let out a deep howl before his cock flared and thick spunk sprayed into Landon's muzzle. The new wolf guzzled the cum down even as a wet spot formed in his pants, the young wolf's own load spilling.

Gibson stumbled back, leaning against the wall. Landon pulled off the cock slowly, a string of cum connecting Gibson's shaft to the intern's lips. Landon slurped up the string before he locked Gibson's rod clean... and then slowly stood. Gibson watched the intern stand up and up and up, until the blond wolf stood at least seven feet and six inches tall. His tail wagged behind him and his ears quirked a bit before he grinned wide, looking to the wolf that had turned him. Landon seemed so happy, but Gibson was still curious what his first words as a wolf would be.

"I'm so excited to be working here." Landon said, as if everything that had happened was the most natural thing in the world. Gibson chuckled a bit, stuffing his cock back into his pants before he reached to let the elevator resume. Gibson had a feeling that coming to Daedalus was going to be the best business move they ever made.

****

The parking structure for Daedalus was usually quiet, though the changing of the guard always brought a slight edge of circumstance. The silver Prius rolled into its spot, the doors emblazoned with the logo for the private security firm that was employed. The side door opened and a twenty nine year old man stepped out in police boots, black jeans and a blue polo. His brown hair was short, his eyes were blue and his jaw was chiseled. Dan had been in security for ten years. He had to admit, the private sector had some nice perks... but after roaming the beat, it was relaxing to work somewhere that barely had any activity. He hoped it wouldn't make him soft, but it certainly was a nice break. Fan crossed the parking structure, his boots echoing on the cement. He glanced around casually before he pulled out his security card and ran it through the card reader to the security access. The door clicked open, revealing fast access stairs to the office upstairs. From that vantage point they had eyes on the warehouse, the offices and parking.

Dan turned, moving up the stairs at a fair pace, noting that one of the lights was flickering a bit and would need replaced. He soon reached the third floor. The doors to the office building were closed but easy access. He rounded the corner and opened the door to the security office... and froze in place. Dan had been expecting to see Clive, the guard he would be replacing. Instead he saw a coyote man in the corner covered in drool and cum, his cock sticking out of his black jeans and his security shirt half torn.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dan asked.

"Me." Sanjay said, "Changing of the guards. Never more true than now." The tiger smirked, grabbing Dan by the head. Dan was nearly flipped off his feet as the four hundred and fifty pound tiger man pulled him in. Dan coughed and sputtered as his face was rubbed across furry tiger balls and through his thick bush. Dan grunted, trying to punch the tiger but his fists hit fur and then solid muscle, the muscle hurting the human's hand. Sanjay carefully guided Dan's head around before his cheek slid up along the slimy, cum covered cock. Dan snorted in disgust, moving to try and bite the tiger in the groin to get away. His lips wrapped around a clump of fur, his teeth gnashed through it and his saliva soaked it, releasing all the pent up musk.

The flavor ripped through Dan like lightning. He froze in place, feeling his jaw tighten, his neck harden and his arms grow stronger. His sleeves grew tighter around his sleeves and his chest filled with more air than ever before. Dan wondered if it was his adrenaline rush. He knew he had to use it to try and escape. He moved to punch Sanjay in the hip again, but the tiger caught his hand. Dan called out in pain, a mouth still full of crotch fur. Even his thick, muscled wrist was no match for such a huge tiger. Sanjay moved his hand along Dan's hand before he took a hold of one of his fingers, feeling the flesh between his thumb and fore finger... and then he squeezed the finger tip like a grape. Dan called out in shock before a thick brown claw popped out of his finger.

Dan shuddered, feeling confused beyond belief. Sanjay went along, making the claws emerge one by one. Once they were out, his fingertips swelled more into paw pads and his palms followed soon after. Sanjay made sure he got both hands before he reached down to trail his own paw through Dan's hair. The security guard murmured gently before he started to lightly chew on the crotch fluff, feeling far more comfortable around Sanjay. There was something about him that he just... liked. Sanjay chuckled and pet Dan's head, watching his ears stretch into points and whiskers start to grow out of his cheeks. Dan's nose tip turned a fleshy salmon pink and turned up a bit. Stubble started pushing out of his cheeks, but unlike his brown hair it was almost a ginger orange.

The stubble appearing on his face was only a start. It spread down his neck and the hair on his arms turned ginger as well. It grew longer and softer and thicker, filling in the gaps. In a few moments his arm looked almost burned by the color, and a few moments more and his arms were completely covered. The fur swept over his hands, top and bottom, leaving nothing but the swollen pads and claws untouched. Dan shuddered, not sure what was happening. He felt so good, and yet so different. In the back of his mind he knew something was wrong... but he forgot all about that as he felt a hot, slick warmth spreading down his head. He tipped his head back to see the tiger's shaft dripping seed. Dan licked his mouth before he leaned up, capturing the rod.

"Security guards are so easy." Sanjay smirked to himself, watching the changing human work down his rod. Dan had to fight his gag reflex part way down, but soon the tiger cock was in his throat. Sanjay worked it forward and back, getting a good depth on the man, watching the fur spread. It covered his nose and surrounded his ears. His ears were quite pointed but remained where they were. His nose seemed a bit flatter and almost triangular at the tip and his whiskers quirked. Sanjay knew he was going to become a feline, but he didn't look quite like a tiger or a lion. Sanjay was almost at a loss for a guess before he noticed that Dan's upper lip was pushing out longer than his jaw was... and felt the bony embrace of fangs on either side of his cock.

Dan's upper canine teeth grew longer and thicker, forming fantastic fangs that jutted down past his lower lip and chin, even curving back a bit. They were the fangs of the long extinct saber tooth tiger, and Dan felt great to have them. His paw hands moved to stroke Sanjay's thighs and balls as he sucked down the tiger shaft, his head having completely changed. His blue shirt tore a bit at the sleeves and collar, revealing the furry body beneath. His jeans tightened too, especially as Dan grew new jumping muscles, but the most distinct change came as claws punctured through his boot tips. He wiggled his toes, starting to cut through the material. The punctures turned into tears and the tears spread quickly before two changing feet emerged. The claw tipped toes were human for a moment, but as they stretched and softened and covered with fur, they soon became paws.

The last change came in the form of a bulge in the seat of his pants. Dan was so busy sucking Sanjay off that he didn't realize that the pressure was reaching critical. His new tail twitched and snaked along underneath the material before the tip found an exit. Like a snake, the thick orange tail spilled up and out, pouring from beneath his jean waist until it was fully free. The tail flicked around and Dan kept sucking, sending Sanjay over the edge. The tiger let out strong, emphatic roars as he shot his load down the saber toothed guard's throat, glad that the company was being protected by such amazing, strapping men... knowing it was only the start.

****

The headlights heat of the day was subsiding at last and Collin was glad to be on his way home. After sitting in a desk all day and then being in a car for a half hour, his legs were aching from their lack of use... but Collin knew that was all going to be better with an evening run. He pulled up into his driveway and climbed out, grabbing his backpack. Collin was five foot eight with well tanned skin and black hair. The car door slammed as he moved up toward the house, pausing. Sitting on his door step was a brown box, a package. Collin hadn't been expecting one but he was vastly relieved that no one had stolen it. He picked the box up under his arm and unlocked his door. He made his way to his room to take off his school clothes, tossing them aside for his sleeveless shirt and running shorts. He moved around getting dressed, but the more he did so, the more his curiosity got the best of him.

Eventually giving in, Collin grabbed a letter opener and split the tape on his package before opening it up. He dug through the bubble wrap before realizing someone had sent him... underwear. He was a bit startled at first, but as he lifted them up he had to admire the quality and the boldness. The contents had proven to be boxer briefs, but rather than all white, they had thick black stripes all over. Zebra print. Collin smirked a bit, giving them a test stretch. They were pretty nice, and surprisingly strong for as thin as they were. Collin got to thinking how long he'd been trapped in his own underwear and decided a change could be useful.

Before long he pulled the zebra print boxer briefs up, then his running shorts and he only sat down long enough to pull on his running shoes. Collin had been in track and field growing up and he'd even joined the school's team, but with the semester ending, he wasn't going to have a chance to do it for anyone but himself. With his shoes snuggly tied, Collin rose up to his feet and headed back out of the house, locking his door behind him. He started down the slope of the driveway, picking up the pace.

At first all Collin could feel against him was the hot air of the day washing over his chest and arms, but soon he was going faster and the breeze seemed cooler. Collin smiled a bit more before glancing at the fire hydrant. He had to do a double take as it usually took him a good half minute to reach the fire hydrant. He glanced back and realized in shock that his house was already further away than he expected. Collin faced forward, grinning even wider. It seemed like his body was fully ready for a good run... so he picked up the pace. Collin's feet pounded the cement and he ran faster than ever before.

The muscles of his leg were tightening and thickening, becoming stronger both in terms of longevity and in performance. Each step seemed to propel Collin on faster than the last, though he could feel his center of gravity forcing himself onto his toes more. While his legs felt great, his toes were a bit stiff, a bit tight... It felt odd to run on them, but it didn't hurt ad he still had perfect balance. Collin tried not to pay it any mind and kept on running, feeling the wind whip through his hair, hair that was changing. While the hair growing out of the sides of his head remained as soft as ever, the hair down the center was growing a bit more bristly, a bit thicker, more resistant. The wind lifted it up and it didn't come back down. The black hair formed a Mohawk like crest along his head and when it reached the base of his hairline in the back, it kept going. The hair crept down his spine like a mane, disappearing beneath his shirt.

Collin took big lungs full of air as he ran, his nose widening to let even more air in. His lips darkened, turning from pink to brown and brown to black. The wind caressing his legs blew his hair all around as it thickened as well. Some strands remained black while others turned as white as the clouds, forming the same striped patterns on his legs as his underwear had. Collin paid no mind, gazing at the horizon, feeling like an angel having such grace. The wind whipped across his ears as they stretched into teardrop shapes and slowly moved up his head.

The first sign that something was out of the ordinary came as Collin's jaw popped. He moved it a bit in surprise and discomfort before he realized his nose was blocking more of his field of vision than usual. He tried to shrug that out of his mind, but as his jaw popped again, he reached up and bumped his chin sooner than he should have. His face was longer. Collin stumbled and tripped on the curb, flipping himself through the air. He landed on a grassy slope before he rolled down into a dry ditch, panting and coughing. The abrupt stop was not an easy one and it really made his ass ache... but he had more confusing things to attend to.

Collin reached up and gently felt his face, following the slope of his jaw from the base of his throat out to his chin... a good six inches longer than it should have been. He shuddered as his mouth flattened at the tip and his nose widened further before it started to meld into his skull, leaving just the nostrils at the tip. Collin whimpered, though it sounded a bit more like a neigh... but as bad as he felt, something was nagging at him, something... very good.

Collin gasped sharply before he laid back, his back arching. His groin throbbed with intensity, with need, with more lust than he'd ever felt. It was tingling, throbbing, pulsing, and it was calling to him. Collin fumbled with his shorts, lowering them. He spotted his bugled boxer briefs, but he also saw black and white fur covering his stomach. Collin let out another gasp of shock, not sure what to make of it... but his manhood had not forgotten. It pushed against the boxer shorts before the button slipped out of place and his manhood pushed out into the open... or at least what had been Collin's manhood.

His shaft was at least nine inches long and three across. The mushroom shaped head was half as round as it had been before and his urethra had doubled in size. Veins ran up the length and a ridge around the middle was thicker than before. Collin gazed at it with shock, knowing that he should just call for help, but he couldn't ignore it. Slowly he reached out, wrapping his hand around the rod, taking a soft breath before he started to stroke. Collin moaned, tipping his head back. The cock surged thicker and longer in his hands, stretching like taffy. The head flattened and flared more, losing its human shape entirely. The pale skin turned darker as brown splotches appeared across it, though the brown faded to black as it spread. Each stroke seemed to make the pace pick up before Collin was gazing down at a solid black equine shaft... one that was still growing.

Collin moaned hard, unable to resist his rod. He slowly curled his left hand around it, fucking his stick with both hands, but the flat equine head tantalized him. Against every shred of judgment in his entire body, he slowly leaned forward and spread his lips over the tip, his tongue teasing the urethra. Soft, hot jets of pre squirted across his tongue, causing Collin to masturbate even harder, his hips flexing. The human runner lay in the bottom of the ditch, losing his humanity, well out of the sight of everyone. His arms and legs continued getting thicker and furrier, the zebra pattern maintaining itself. Soft white fur pushed out past his collar before the black and white stripes covered Collin's shoulders.

Part way through his revelry, Collin had to roll over as a thick black zebra tail pushed out of his shorts, flicking around. Collins's shirt pulled up, revealing a muscled but lithe torso. The fur covered most of his body, but it was finally stretching up across his neck and throat, then his cheeks. The black and white striped fur covered his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, even around his eyes, but as it approached his mouth it turned solid black. Collin moaned deeply, his zebra cock popping out of his mouth as he turned to admire himself... though the shaft kept bumping his chin. It was long enough to reach all the way from his groin to his throat, as thick as an arm and very insistent... but Collin was focused as well, on his legs.

"Now those are some sweet gams..." Collin murmured, looking at his thighs. He knew he'd be able to beat anyone on the track, even if they were a lion. He smirked gently before pausing, wondering about his feat. He reached down and started to untie the tight laces of his right shoe. As the laces came undone, the shoe literally fell apart, revealing a thick, hard hoof. Collin reached over to release the other shoe, letting his other hoof out. He gazed down at them before he moaned, feeling his orgasm hit. He barely had enough time to wrap his zebra muzzle around his rod before he was gulping down cum, letting it fill his belly eagerly. He slurped and swallowed like mad, letting the warmth fill him, feeling more fantastic than he ever had before. In the back of his mind, he knew that whoever sent him that underwear would have to be properly thanked... and he had just the horse cock to thank with.

****

Happy chatter filled the bar as the employees of Daedalus filtered in and out. It had been a record breaking day. Not only had they moved out all of their inventory in record time, but the profits coming back from the joint venture with Personal Package were starting to trickle in. It was the perfect time to celebrate. The waiters at the bar were a bit overwhelmed with all the new faces, but the tips were amazing and the beer kept going. At a back table Tony sat with Sanjay and Gibson, chuckling gently to himself.

"You know what they say, happy workers are good workers." Tony said, stroked his black beard with his gorilla paw.

"Well, we aim to please..." Sanjay purred.

"And that you do." Tony smiled. A twenty five year old waiter navigated the thick crowds, blushing a bit. Normally he was pretty boisterous but he'd been bumped against and grinded by members of almost every species he could think of just trying to deliver drinks. He moved up to Tony's table, setting down three pitchers of beer he'd carefully balanced.

"Thank you good sir." Gibson said, bowing his head.

"Not a problem at all, but you guys sure seem like you're having a party. What's the celebration?" The waiter asked.

"The celebration, my good man, is a profitable business... Because there isn't anything in this world that people like more than being comfortable and being themselves. If you capture that, you have everything." Sanjay grinned.

"That sounds like that Personal Package thing I keep hearing about." The waiter considered.

"You got it perfectly." Tony smirked.

"So does that test thing really work? The one to pick your fragrance?" The waiter asked, referring to the online test. Sanjay nodded.

"Gibson here designed it himself. He has an excellent nose." Sanjay said.

"I'll have to take it some time." The waiter grinned, his dishwater blond hair falling across his eyes as he smiled. Gibson shook his head.

"The test is useful, but in person there's a much faster way, if you don't mind a little awkwardness." Gibson said.

"With tips this good, I'm pretty open." The waiter smirked. Gibson grinned and leaned in, the wet wolf nose sniffing at the waiter's pit. He sniffed and nuzzled a bit before he pulled back with a grin and nodded. Gibson reached under the table and pulled out a case, opening it up. Inside were a hundred different vials of every color, though there were a lot more ranging in the yellows and browns. Gibson ran his finger along before he found a glass vial marked with what appeared to be half a white snowflake or two lightning bolts coming together. He pulled it out, removed the lid and offered the waiter the bottle.

"Care for a spritz? I should warn you, it's pretty strong stuff." Gibson grinned.

"I'm up for anything." The waiter grinned. Sanjay and Tony exchanged a look before Gibson lifted the bottle and sprayed the waiter in the chest. The cloud hit him and he stumbled back a bit, breathing it in. The smell was like musk in its most pure form, so earthy and peaty... so wild. There were hints of buckskin, of leather, of wild flowers. The waiter moaned softly, his eyes glazing over as his pants bulged tight. The mist of cologne that had landed on his face soaked into the skin before cream colored fur pushed out, covering them fully, surrounding his lips and his eyes, the fur growing down his throat quickly.

Tony, Gibson and Sanjay watched in delight as the waiter continued to change. Darker brown fur covered the top of his nose, moving up his forehead to disappear beneath his hair. While his face was fully cream colored, the soft brown fur began sprouting across his ears as they extended slowly, stretching to points, the fur darkening to almost black at the tips. The waiter's nose turned black and rounded, his mouth pushed forward and his teeth flattened. His fur continued to soften and refine, the slightest stripes of black forming next to his nose, separating the brown and white fur. The detail was impressive, but the water panted softly as discomfort started to surpass pleasure.

Sanjay grimaced a bit before he noticed the bulges on the man's forehead. The water clenched his eyes shut as the pressure reached critical before suddenly two nubs pushed out, the bone a faint yellowish white... but it was still growing. One inch, two, three, four. The horns were growing at an astonishing rate. They curved forward and up and then the skin wobbled before a secondary nub pushed out of the first, curving back at a steeper angle, curving further away. The pain of the horn growth became a mind numbing pleasure as he panted and reached down to grope himself. The horns suddenly tilted angles as the antlers developed another bend. They angled straight back and up before another prong grew up from them, the antlers taking one last bend before they slowed to a stop.

The waiter wobbled gently, trying to adjust to the weight of antlers coming out of his skull... Sanjay, Gibson and Ton stared at him in awe. They'd seen several transformations now, but no one had ever developed quite a rack in so little time. The waiter certainly had the head of a buck, a three point buck to be exact. But his change was far from over. His shirt bulged as cream fur covered his chest and brown fur covered everything else. His biceps and triceps bulged, his fingernails hardened and covered his fingertips and a soft pointed tail nub stuck out of his pants. His legs bulged, his pants tightened and then a groaning came. Sanjay leaned over, watching the shoes come apart as the waiter's toes fused and the nails covered them all before becoming hoofs. At last, the waiter took a soft breath before he moaned.

"Where do I get more of that?" he panted.

"We'll give you our card." Gibson licked his lips. The waiter blushed beneath his fur a bit. He knew he should be scared of wolves, but somehow flirting with danger seemed even more exciting.

"Bruno!" came a shout from across the bar. The buck shuddered.

"I better get back to work guys, thanks." The waiter said before he moved off, though wherever he was in the crowd, they could always spot him thanks to his antlers.

"Nice kid." Sanjay said, sipping his beer.

"Maybe I should offer him a job." Tony grinned. The others smirked and everyone continued on celebrating the great opportunities that had arisen from the cooperation of Daedalus and Personal Packages.