{"sf1_id":539243,"sf2_id":"pnGWrg2n","title":"Andre","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":2808,"posted_at":"2013-05-17T00:34:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Human","Series","Skunk","Transformation","Weasel","french"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/539243-andre","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGWrg2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/05/65/056545a8-9640-43f1-aeea-41d5876214e1","description":"#5 of CatGirl\n\nMore BioSynLabs trans-fur-mation...","content":" \"Andre\" - (c) 2009-1217.1527 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved  \n  \nAndre Rousseau was born and grew up near Lyons, France. You  \ngot your own life, so I won't bore ya with all the details. Andre's  \nmom was a fashion model (sorry if French fashion models are a stereo-  \ntype) who was some Paris government official's mistress. Andre didn't  \nsee his father much.  \n  \nI dunno if it's just people in the fashion industry who're  \npretty casual about nudity and sex, or Lyonnites, or French in general.  \nIt wasn't socially improper to have a mistress, or a married man to  \nbe mistress for, or to have unmarried parents. OK, Andre was a bastard,  \nquite literally, but it wasn't a stigma, wasn't held against him, just  \na fact.  \n  \nOf course, 'O' the professional model (no, not the American  \ntalk-show host) had intermittent work, and had to be ready to go to  \nsome stranger's studio or location on a moment's notice. She wasn't  \nthe only model, so she took Andre to work and they all looked after  \nhim. He was a baby model himself, mom held him and dressed him for  \nthe cameras. He was even breast-fed on camera for baby-food commer-  \ncials. Tastefully of course.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was perfectly normal in that society, so there was no  \nshame being nude. Andre saw his mother and the other models nude  \nalmost every shoot, and he grew up accepting their beauty and grace  \nof movement without thinking it was sexual. There were many male  \nmodels too; although they socialised between film rolls or setups  \nwearing bathrobes for warmth, the men and women sometimes worked  \nnude together. Artistically that is.  \n  \nIt was just another fact, like blue sky or green grass,  \nthat men and women looked different. Men were often more muscular,  \nand Andre saw them move and lift weights to show off their bodies,  \nto advertise the clothes or weight-training machines. If you cover  \neverything up, how can you show the result of all that effort?  \n  \nAnd women have curves, why not show them off? Sure there  \nwere cosmetics, the flesh showed it off to best effect. Andre saw  \nthe photos and compared them to his memory; the best pics didn't  \nuse tricks like airbrushing wrinkles out, they showed that ordin-  \nary people, who'd buy the products, could look younger and more  \nbeautiful. Not just professional models.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; That meant the products had to really work. Americans don't  \nknow how badly they're being tricked by all that goofing around;  \nthe photos don't really show what the cosmetics do, just the  \nphotog's skill at covering up reality. Americans don't want to  \nsee reality anyway, they prefer the lies.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnyway, Andre had a pretty normal French life, I guess. He  \nnoticed his body changing as he grew up, and the models told him  \nabout it. Don't be scared, it's just body hair, even women have it.  \nIf you want, you can shave it or cover it or even dye it. It's just  \na fashion statement. His mom jokingly called women 'innies' and men  \n'outies'.  \n  \nAndre wasn't quite a teen when he found out what the parts  \ndid. Other models brought their kids, and a girl a few years older  \nshowed him in the costume room. She didn't have much experience  \nthough, and Andre had none, so there was a lot of fumbling around.  \nHe told his mom, did you know this? and they all stopped joking  \naround. He wasn't in trouble, but it was time to talk seriously.  \n  \nPart of growing up is learning adult activities, and Andre  \nwas scared because it was so new. He'd heard people 'making love'  \nbut now it was his turn. Everything was new to him, he had no pre-  \nconceived ideas, and he learned to have sex to please his lovers.  \nOf either gender.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When Andre was sixteen he learned of an American company  \ncalled Biological Synthetics Incorporated because they were expanding  \ninto Europe. He'd traveled inside the Union for shoots and started  \nassisting the photogs as he learned the profession. He knew the  \nartistic side of the business from doing it and now did behind-the-  \ncamera work. He learned loading and developing analog film to get  \neffects you can't do with digital, and learned computer editing of  \nscanned images and digital camera downloads.  \n  \nHe went with several models and mom to America. Some province  \ncalled Montana, a city called Butte. He'd learned to talk American  \nfrom his fashion work, and knew the joke. Butte was spelled like butt,  \nderriere, but pronounced differently. He appreciated a shapely butt.  \n  \nSaying 'Biological Synthetics Incorporated' took a little  \ntime, and Americans were always so impatient! They'd say 'BSI' for  \nthe medical products manufacturer and 'BioSyn' for something new  \nto Andre, using genetic code to mix humans and animals. It sounded  \nwonderfully perverted to Andre, and he wondered that the usually  \nstuck-up foreigners could imagine such a thing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was just one of many self-contradictions in America.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAndre wanted to make a name for himself as a fashion photog-  \nrapher in America. Dad had been caught up in some scandal back home,  \nAndre didn't understand why, and Mom had her professional contacts  \nback in France. It was only a few hours airplane ride back home, and  \nAndre had a cell phone that worked in America and Europe, so he set  \nup shop with an established older photographer. Both outies, they got  \nused to each other's casual nudity quickly.  \n  \nUm, it's not important here to say what the young Frenchman  \nlearned from this, except some Americans were more easy-going than  \nothers. Hubert was kinda interested in Andre's talk about BioSyn and  \ntheir Furson and Product catalogs. See, when you mix DNA, you can  \nmodify a human to be furry or make an animal talk and walk upright.  \nAndre and Hubert got interested in Going Furry and Andre talked to  \nBioSyn docs.  \n  \nAndre liked the artistic looks of the slinkier Furson products.  \nHe looked at Biosyn Dog and Cat series Fursons, but he needed Hubert's  \nhelp with the American terms he hadn't yet learned. 'Taxonomy', 'Car-  \nnivore', 'Felid', 'Canid', 'Mustelid' ... He could guess, because the  \nterms were repeated, they were groups of animals you could become,  \nfrom most general to more specific. The history was kinda interesting  \ntoo, but it should have been written in a more interesting way.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Andre liked the Furson pictures, but his critical eye saw  \nroom for improvement. Hell, he was seventeen, just starting profes-  \nsional work, and he could make more true-to-life pics than these  \nguys who'd been pro for years! He could make it look so inviting  \neveryone would want to pay BioSyn to Go Furry! He had to find out  \nfor himself what it would be like.  \n  \nAndre Rousseau decided to Go Furry himself, and he became  \nAndre Weasel.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nJohn Thomas (yeah, I know it sounds fake) was an African-  \nAmerican middle-class guy who grew up expecting some privileges but  \ngot upset when he learned about what was done to his ancestors. He  \nsaw Alex Haley's 'Roots' and read the book. How could people treat  \nother people badly just because their skin was a different color?!  \n  \nHe started hating whites and got in trouble at school. That  \nstarted a vicious circle cause the law was white guys who just saw  \na black troublemaker. It got nastier and nastier until a black pastor  \ntold him people had been hating other people for thousands of years  \nand making up little differences they could use as excuses for it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Heck, they were Baptists, a branch of Christianity, and that  \nreligion started from Judaism when a nice Jewish boy found out he was  \nspecial and the thirty-year-old preacher got nailed to a tree for  \nsaying let's all be nice to each other!  \n  \nIt didn't excuse the injustice, just gave John some perspec-  \ntive, to know the whites' ancestors had been persecuted because of  \ntheir religion. And the Hispanics had been mistreated, and the  \nAsians, and the ...  \n  \nThere was a novel about a guy whose dreams affected reality.  \nHis shrink started making him dream the shrink's version of a better  \nworld. The shrink had him dream a world where nobody hated anyone else  \nbecause of skin color, and everybody became the same yucky gray!  \n  \nOK, no skin color differences, so no hate. But that's the easy  \nway out; if you can change reality, make it so everyone's different,  \nbut nobody cares!  \n  \nIn the real world, some company out West was goofing around  \nwith reality. In Butte Montana USA, Biological Synthetics Incorporated  \nwas making human blood and organs to improve their health. Made a lot  \nof it, with DNA recombination. So the price went way down and everyone  \nwho needed it could get it. The patent-holding greedheads objected,  \nbut so what? Serves em right, most people benefited!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I've repeatedly written about BSI products, so I'll move on.  \nJohn Thomas kinda liked goofing on people, so he read up on BSI and  \nBioSyn. They had two main product groups, kinda like Plymouth and  \nDodge cars, if you remember them. BioSyn added animal DNA to humans  \nto make Fursons furry, and added human DNA to animals to make em talk  \nand walk upright. BioSyn made them as slaves.  \n  \nJohn was repelled at first and it seemed disgustingly per-  \nverted, a return to human suffering, to make fur slaves. But it  \nwasn't hating different skin color, language, religion, or anything.  \nIt was a moral decision, fur slaves were never human, didn't have  \n'unalienable rights' to violate.  \n  \nSome of John's neighbours felt sorry for fur slaves and took  \nthem into their homes, like a dog or cat from the shelter. But mixes,  \nas the slaves were called, were made by humans for humans. And their  \nminds were twisted, to make them think slavery was normal!  \n  \nYeah, mixes were products. Expensive ones, too. They were  \nphysically stronger than their human ... owners; quicker reactions  \nand keener senses. The ownership of slaves started with industry  \nowning laborers for heavy and dangerous work; they were idiots who  \nknew very simple words and were just self-mobile tools you could  \norder around. Companies used slave guards for the same reasons --  \nif someone attacked, the animal would stop them. If the beast was  \nkilled, it was just property loss, like a guard dog. No big deal.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then hospitals used labor for patient care, just the physical  \nstuff. The beasts never got impatient or angry, they were too dumb.  \nPerfect for outpatient care too; they'd stay with a disabled person,  \nan invalid, or an older person who needed a companion. That's why  \npeople keep dogs, but these were brighter beasts, they knew English  \nand could learn what you wanted of them. A totally obedient guard  \ndog, who would die to protect you, but could take care of its own  \nneeds, never bother the neighbours with barking.  \n  \nThen people bought fur slaves as domestic servants; maids,  \ncooks, day-care, gardeners. They'd keep an infant out of danger  \nwhile parents worked, be home to greet a schoolkid. People didn't  \nmake someone slave out of hate or prejudice, or to punish them.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nJohn met a lovely fur slave at his friend's home. She was  \na mix of human and skunk, but without the scent. She just had such  \nlovely fur, black with the white stripe, and let her owner fondle  \nher whenever he wanted. The owner was a bit of a lech, and would  \nhave been in trouble if she'd been human, but she was enough of a  \nbeast he felt her and nothing more.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She satisfied his desire to touch and fondle a female, and  \nhad the breasts and rump he craved. But skunks like it rough, and  \nshe resisted his advances because he demanded it. He liked over-  \npowering women, and she was enough for him. It was actually a help  \nto him, kept him away from humans. And that wide tail she caressed  \nhim back with satisfied his need for closeness and companionship.  \n  \nJohn saw how humans treated their fur slaves, and became  \ninterested in their place in society. Just as there are organisa-  \ntions to prevent animal cruelty, John wanted to protect mixes. He  \nliked the way the skunkfur looked, and started looking at BioSyn's  \nProduct Catalog. He found her code easily and could have owned a  \ncopy.  \n  \nBut BioSyn also had a Furson Catalog. It was a bit scary  \nto look like an animal, but John was fascinated by the pictures.  \nBefore and After, when someone gave permission. John wanted to  \nfight the good fight, make a difference, improve someone's life.  \nHe could fight for mix rights better if he understood a bit more  \nabout why people wanted slaves, and how the slaves felt with their  \nfurry bodies and animal heads. John was a bit lonely, saw there  \nwere Furson support groups, and made a fateful decision.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; John Thomas remembered the lovely skunkgirl and her French  \nowner, and became Jacques Skunk.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nAndre Weasel had his photog mentor, and moved into Hubert's  \nloft. The older man had spent many evenings discussing Going Furry  \nwith Andre, and wasn't too shocked when the ... animal ... rang the  \ndoorbell. Andre Weasel still had hands to use the cameras, and now  \nhis eyes and ears worked even better. But he'd lost something, and  \nhis artistic sense suffered a bit, because he just couldn't see  \nvery subtle color differences anymore!  \n  \nHe could still set a mood with light, though, and started  \nphotographing other Fursons. BioSyn sent their reps with them, and  \nwere favorably impressed by Andre's professionalism. They didn't  \ncare he had another male in the place as long as the photos sold  \npeople on Going Furry.  \n  \nHubert had a problem, and it was because of his job. He'd  \nbeen developing film by hand for decades. Yeah, consumers just go  \nto chemists and get machines to break open, develop, and print their  \namateur pics, and that's OK. No insult at all, if you just want quick  \nvacation pics.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Professionals are held to higher standards, to get paid for  \nit. So they need greater control, artistically and technically. They  \nstill used developer, stop, and fixer; liquid chemical baths you time  \nand adjust to get the illusion of depth from flat paper. But the  \nchemicals are poisonous, and you have to know how to handle and  \ndispose of them safely.  \n  \nHubert was as careful as anyone could be, but he still had  \nto duck his hands in the poison to hold the film. It stained his  \nfingers, and soaked through his skin into his blood. Hubert was  \nslowly poisoned by the silver and other heavy metals.  \n  \nHe had a little time to settle his affairs, and Andre cried  \nwith him as Hubert deteriorated. It was quick at the end, and Hubert  \ndidn't suffer. Hubert could've spent his savings for a few more months  \nbut he'd lived a good long life, and Andre inherited Hubert's life-  \nlong love of photography as well as the savings and loft.  \n  \nIt was very hard for Andre to go back to the now empty loft,  \nand he got very depressed and started drinking heavily. It wasn't  \nhealthy, and BioSyn was his Furson healthcare provider. They had  \nhead docs, that Andre had seen to get used to the fur; and now he  \nneeded them again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Some African-American guy had just Gone Furry and was in the  \nsame waiting room. Andre had a thing for black-and-white furry guys,  \nand fell in love immediately with the lonely-looking Skunk. Maybe it  \nwas just rebound from his own pain and need, but Andre needed a friend  \nand Jacques Skunk wanted to help the bedraggled Weasel. Andre cleaned  \nup his health for the Skunk and they moved into Hubert's old loft.  \n  \nAndre threw himself back into BioSyn photography, and Jacques  \nused their contacts in BioSyn to agitate for mix rights. Soon Andre  \nhad a BioSyn shoot with a light-gray and white CatGirl with dark-gray  \ngloves and boots. The three became friends although Gina was kinda  \nsecretive about her life, but that was usual for Cats. When a TomCat  \nnamed Horace showed up one day, saying he'd seen Andre's work, Jacques  \nsaw the black-and-white fur and knew Andre'd want him.  \n  \nFor photos and other stuff. Jacques loved the Weasel for  \nletting him into Andre's life, giving him a home, and for the fur.  \nI said skunks like it rough, and Weasel\u0026Skunk had done some adult  \nthings with bondage so Jacques could find out what slaves and owners  \nfelt. Email me if you want the details.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Andre liked the name Jacques, since he was French, and the  \ntwo were pretty liberal about their feelings. Hugs and kisses feel  \ngood, and it doesn't matter what parts your partner has. You just  \nenjoy what's there. Andre liked Jacques' outie as well as Gina's innie.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"CatGirl","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/536965-gina-catgirl-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/547759-gina-catgirl-5.json"}}