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Pride Parade Written by Leo_Todrius Anonymous Commission

Wednesdays at Cosmic Carl's Comic Center, or C4, were generally the quietest day for business and gave the whole place a rather relaxed atmosphere. It was that atmosphere in particular that Luke cherished. He had eased into community college with a partial load and most of his classes fell on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That left most of the week, and the entire weekend, to pursue other interests. He stood before a wall of comics, looking at the intense, colorful covers to the various noble and steadfast people he admired so much, comparing their muscled visages to his own reflected in the holographic foil on the plastic envelopes.

Unlike his heroes, Luke was a mere five foot six. His hair was a rather unremarkable shade of brown and his eyes were a dull blue. He had a narrow chin with a fine round to it, his ears didn't stick out and anyone would be hard pressed to find an identifying mark if they had to. His glasses were fairly standard issue as well, rectangular frames without much attitude. What Luke lacked in individual appearance he made up for with his clothing. His thin, smooth torso was clad in a neon green shirt with the lantern logo emblazoned across the chest and his baggy blue jeans had a Mandalorian patch sewn to the hip. Luke had even gone to the effort to replace the laces of his black sneakers with green ones to add a pop of color. So far no one had noticed.

The minutes ticked by and Luke selected an arsenal of stories to pass the time away. He moved up to the counter and set them down, waiting for Carl to ring them up. Luke glanced through the glass at the case and decided to add in a new D20 to the mix after he was mesmerized by the translucent pearlescent emerald color they had just gotten in. The money traded hands and Luke accepted the stack of his bounty. Having purchased the comics, he had earned the right to read them at his leisure without Carl's prying eyes.

Luke moved away from the check stand and settled into one of the well used leather recliners over by the window. He slipped the D20 into his pocket and sorted through his comics, deciding to start with the return of Batman Beyond. He looked at the sleek black and red sci-fi suit on the cover and felt an excited flutter in his heart as his fingers pierced the plastic seal and began drawing out the contents inside. It wasn't long until Luke was fully invested in the trials and tribulations of a future Gotham.

Page by page, Luke digested the carefully illustrated tale, finding great excitement and nobility in it all. What he was starting to lack, though, was proper lighting. The steady beams of sunlight Luke depended on were flickering. Luke was used to one or two interruptions as someone walked by the window, but it was starting to turn into a strobe light. Luke turned and looked out the window, growing oddly puzzled by what he saw. Through the gaps between movie posters and the metal grid protecting the shop from thieves, it was clear to see that the sidewalk was filling up with a gathered mass of people. They, too, however, were distracted by what was beyond.

Luke slowly rose to his feet and moved over, trying to get a better view of what was going on outside. He saw glimpses of something big in the street made of gaudy colors and flowers, but it was so fleeting and the crowds were so thick. Luke felt his curiosity fighting with his desire to enjoy the quiet of the shop. Eventually the curiosity won out. Luke moved over and hastily slid his comics back into the plastic bag and headed for the door.

"I'll be back!" He called out to Carl as he opened the door - or at least attempted to. Those watching the parade from the sidelines seemed rather stunned to have anything happen behind them but trudged out of the way to let Luke pass. The young man pushed out and moved into the crowd just as the festive music washed over him. His eyes darted into the street as his ears were accosted with "Dancing Queen" by Abba. What Luke saw was a bit of a surprise to say the least. The street had filled with an unexpected gay pride parade... and it was one of the most developed he'd ever seen.

Floats covered with rich and colorful flowers lumbered down the street, each with a very adult oriented theme. One float had men on their hands and knees, covered with rubber and leather harnesses and masks, another was an almost faithful recreation of the Village People, though as Luke looked at the wolf with a headdress and a crocodile in a construction worker's outfit, it felt as if it wasn't as close to the original as it could have been... or was it?

Luke stood there on the street side, gazing out at the parade as "Dancing Queen" faded away, only to be replaced by "It's Raining Men." A rainbow of confetti drifted up off the floats, catching in the wind before showering down on those that were watching the display. Several bits of pink and yellow paper got stuck in Luke's hair. He reached up to try and swat it away, unaware of his fingernails slowly changing from their natural ivory color to a much more distinctive pink in color. The coating covered the nails thickly before hardening, slowly building the nails outward into points.

A deep red blush spread across Luke's cheeks as he looked at the parade, feeling out of place... but it was more than that. Flashing neon signs beckoned from across the street, advertising adult movies. While less garish, a rather colorful poster down the road proudly mentioned the presence of exotic male dancers. Luke was caught off guard by it all, wondering when the neighborhood had deteriorated so much. Had he always been in such a hurry to get to C4 that he'd missed the rest?

"I'm definitely in the wrong part of town..." Luke murmured. He felt like retreating into the comic store, but there were so many people around. If they came in and made a scene, it might ruin the store for him. Luke couldn't accept that outcome. He started glancing to try and find a way out. He pushed past a rhino man and a young man with zebra stripes, heading toward the nearest cross street.

"Ey, pretty boi!" Came a shout. It never occurred to Luke that anyone could have been referencing him, but again the shout came. "Pretty boi! Why don't'cha stick around a bit?" The voice called out from one of the floats. Luke realized no one else had responded to the call, and his blush grew more intense as he started to dread that the cat call was to him. Luke slowly turned to face the street, only to get hit in the face with a rather large, heavy and faintly wet garment. It splatted against him, draping down over his hair. Luke sputtered and coughed, pulling it off.

Holding it away from his body like a stinky diaper, Luke wasn't sure what he was looking at exactly. He slowly glanced back up at the float. Standing there was a five hundred pound otter wearing a fish net shirt that did nothing to hide his massive man boobs, his nipples fat and plump. His rotund belly stuck out from the mid rift, sagging over the stretched and rather worn baby blue underwear.

"I think dis' vill fit you perfectly!" The otter said with excitement, his accent rather distinct. A shock of baby blue hair hung over one of his eyes, leaving just the brown ear to stick up, a series of piercings glinting in the morning light. Not wanting to meet eye contact with the stranger, Luke looked back to what had been thrown at his head. He unfolded it slowly, seeing that it was a massive vest covered with emblems that spelled out 'No D8z 4 Str8z'. It had to be at least a 7X, a size he had only seen in novelty stores before.

"What the... This thing is massive..." Luke murmured, feeling more confetti rain down across him. He gazed at the shirt as the music washed over him, his saliva filling his mouth steadily. He ran a tongue over his teeth, feeling an odd pressure as his canine teeth pushed out longer and sharper, just as his ears began to tingle and work up into points. Despite the changes, Luke was fixated with the shirt, "Why would I wear this?" he murmured to himself.

The perplexity of the shirt seemed to occupy his entire focus. He stood there as the float rumbled closer and the crowds shifted and moved around him. The smell of axe body spray, leather and sweat filled the air... but despite it all, and a rousing crowd sing along of "Tainted Love," Luke gazed at the shirt. His pointed ears continued to grow, throbbing as the tips rose up past his temples, then his hairline, finally growing taller than his head as a whole. His nostrils flared, assaulted by the scents of the parade. The nostrils slowly tilted forward, giving his nose a more animalistic wedge to it.

"Str8? D8? I don't get it..." he murmured. The otter on the float reached down to paw at his strained underwear, watching the human try to figure out the puzzle with glee. Still, he was worried he might miss some. The otter wandered forward and reached down, opening the hatch, looking down at the greasy gorilla driving the float while guzzling down a bottle of beer.

"Slow eeet down! I vill miss my party boi!" The otter demanded excitedly. Luke, meanwhile, was still looking at the vest.

"Wait... D8 must mean Date. So Str8 is... straight?" Luke murmured, feeling the wind pick up his hair, whipping it up. As the hair thickened it began to twist and flow, taking on more of a quiff. Luke's breathing intensified, the air flowing in and out of his animal like nostrils. The tip grew wetter and his lips started to curl in realization, the puzzle starting to make sense to him at last. As his lips curled, the middle began to flex and contort, a line sliding up from his lip to his beastial nose.

Bone, muscle and cartilage all worked together, expanding his jaw forward and outward. His cheek bones widened, his mouth extended and his teeth continued to sharpen. His skin even started prickling around the mouth as small, fibrous whiskers broke the skin and began extending outward. As they did, hundreds and soon thousands of whitish hairs began extending, blossoming across his cheeks and chin. Luke's now blonder hair was long enough to drop down over his right eye, blocking his view. As if part of some strange new instinct, Luke gave his head a bit of a hair flip, casting the hair out of the way. As his head reoriented, the fur on his cheeks got fluffier, matching the fur creeping down his neck and blossoming across his arms.

"No dates for straights, I... I..." Luke hesitated. The words seemed to sink deep into his brain, tumbling around from neuron to neuron. No dates for straights, no time for them... No need to waste time... No need bothering with straights. They were a waste of time, especially for someone like him... But what was he like? Wasn't he straight? But then he wouldn't have dates... Luke wanted dates, all guys wanted dates, but not with straights. The words ricocheted around his head like a key in a tumbler lock, twisting and shifting into place.

After a few moments, after all the thinking, Luke realized something rather peculiar. All that time he'd been holding a vest, but he hadn't put it on. Luke arched his back a bit as he flapped the vest open and brought it around his shoulders, sliding it up his arms. It grazed over hairy, even furry arms and as the fabric dragged across them they seemed to take up the space better. Luke's thin, frail forearms thickened with a layer of muscle, then a layer of fat. The skin stretched out around it all and the fur swarmed in over the flesh. Luke's elbow disappeared into a pool of fat as he brought the vest over his shoulders, the logo across his back.

A strange surge of pleasure rippled through his body... Not so much because of the state his body was in, but almost as if in response to it. Luke's shyness, his fear and trepidation, it all began melting away. He wasn't just anyone, he was busy enough not to waste times dating straights. He had somewhere to be, people to be with... He had to be with his gay friends. A soft grin crossed his muzzle, and as the grin grew, so too did his lips. The flesh expanded, growing plumper and thicker and wider, emphasizing just how animal his mouth had gotten - and as if to cap it all off, a soft glint came as a band of metal materialized around the left side of his lower lip. The ring sunk into the flesh, anchoring as if it had been there for ages. It wasn't the only one.

Sunlight glinted off of small metal beads appearing around Luke's eyebrows, embedded in the fur covered flesh, matching the beads, cuffs and rings that were starting to appear in his ears. Even his fat, plump nipples were affected as gold practically oozed out of newly formed holes, dropping down and curving into heavy rings. The flesh pulled back as the cold, hard metal worked its way in, forever altering his appearance... but they were small trifles compared to the changes undergoing the rest of his body. Luke's torso rippled as the fat spread outward, drifting down from his neck and across his chest. His undershirt stared to stretch, pooling around his pectorals as they rounded and thickened. His man breasts were becoming clear, but they weren't the only part growing.

The green shirt began riding up, revealing the hefty curve of a hairy, furry belly as it grew wider, thicker, and denser. The shirt kept sliding up, showing off the white furry barrel of man meat and the deep crevice of a belly button. Luke moaned deeply, deeper than ever before considering his voice was changing... And yet he capped the moan off with a rather exuberantly high pitched squeak. A pink clawed hand reached up to rub idly at his belly before it slid down, sliding over the growing pouch in his now rather tight pants.

While the strange hypnotic euphoria surrounding the changes had clouded Luke's mind at first, it was becoming impossible to ignore. His body pressed down heavier on his shoes, his pants strained under the growing girth of his ballooning, expanding ass cheeks. His groin felt pent up and far too tight. His jeans soon felt like the casing of sausage with too much meat squeezed in... and so too was his green shirt. The first bolts of panic jumped through Luke's mind.

"What's... What's going on?" He murmured, panting as he looked down at his expanding man breasts and gigantic belly. His boobs pushed out and apart like violently opposed balls, but the under shirt could not stand the stress. The fabric began to shear and tear, strands snapping and buttons flying off. The contracting garment pulled back to reveal an intensely thick, curly, luxurious pelt of chest hair so dense it was essentially brown fur, contrasting with the white that covered his face and belly. At last the shirt snapped and went limp, stuck around his shoulders beneath the much more appropriately sized vest.

Luke looked down at himself, feeling alienated from his own body. It was so drastically different, it was so completely foreign that it had to be someone else's body - and yet every movement, every slight shift was completely his. He lifted an arm and watched the dark brown fur dominate every inch, his palm swelling with the rounded flesh of paw pads. In a strange way, as obscene and grotesque and over the top as it was, Luke had to admire the rather... dominant traits. From the chest fur to the huge bulge, or even just being so big in general, they were traits that Luke had wanted... To be seen, to be noticed... and this body had it all.

The changing young man grunted sharply as he felt a burning tingle spread down his spine from his neck to his ass. Prickles of excessive hair pushed out down the back of his neck and to his shoulders, his head hair becoming almost a mane of sorts. The lighter blond portions began tinting further, turning almost red before softening out to a cotton candy pink. The same coloring started to affect the tips of his chest fur, then the patches of extra thick fur on his fat arms.

He doubled forward, panting and grunting... only to hear a terrible, terrific rip... and feel a cool breeze between his cheeks. His ass had continued to spread, undaunted by any common sense. They pushed out wider, taller, thicker and deeper. They spilled out of his underwear and split out his jeans. Each cheek was the size his entire torso had been at the start of the day, and still they grew. The jeans slipped down his fat legs like discarded chaps, leaving him in nothing but a vest and his now thong like underwear.

From the last remnants of Luke's human like skin, the flesh seemed to sizzle and shift, taking on vibrant pigmentations and distinct lines. Tattoos were forming. A rainbow spread across his flesh, arching between two clouds across a triangle and two interlocking male symbols. The interlocking logo appeared elsewhere on his body on its own. Arrows even appeared on his lap, curving and pointing toward his groin. As the fur continued to dominate his body, the fur that grew out through the tattoos retained the alternate coloring, bringing the tattoos through to his furry pelt.

Feeling the drastic changes to his weight, to his bones, to his muscles - Luke couldn't take it anymore. He flexed and twisted his waist, clawing at the torn up green shirt beneath his vest, casting it aside with a growl. His breasts flopped free, rolling back and forth over the top of his massive belly. As if an afterthought, the flesh above his ass rippled and pooled out like a water balloon being filled as fur erupted from the plump, thick tail.

Luke stood there on the street, weighing several hundred pounds, towering over the others standing around him. It was clear he felt different, but it was hard to say how. For the first time in his life he didn't feel as if he needed an excuse to be there. He felt... proud, certain, even confident. He could go wherever he pleased... and he was pleased to be right where he was with the parade right there. After all, he had no time for straight people and this parade was all gay.

The pseudo fox reached up and scratched at his white chin, feeling rougher, more bristly black stubble pushing through the fur, thickest at the base of his chin. The bristles began to thicken into a patch of plump brown fur with a pink tip, forming a goatee that hung down below his huge, thick, juicy bottom lip. He glanced down at the denim vest he'd been tossed and flexed his arms a bit in it.

"Y'know, dis chaket ishn't so bad." He mused to himself. While it was hard to tell through the fur, even as the rest of the changes had slowed, Luke was still becoming something else. His species had been locked in, but his age had not. His eyes were changing, his cheeks, even his ears. He was taking on the age and experience of an older version of what he had become. With the age came even more confidence and contentment, sweeping over him.

Somewhere deep down, Luke remembered being smaller, simpler, plainer... and that memory seemed almost disgusting. It was so much better to be large and in charge, to be what he was now. He wasn't just content, he was proud of his size, of his outlandish figure and his personality... Proud enough to be in the parade. Luke sauntered past the crowd, swaying his hippo sized hips as he moved into the street. The otter perched atop the float let out a squeal of delight.

"Zere is my party boi! Oh, so handsome! Super zexy to zay the least!" He said, clapping his hands together, "You are positively fabulous!" the otter exclaimed. The words sunk into Luke's mind and a slow grin crossed his over exaggerated lips.

"Yes... I am Fabian, the fabulous!" He declared, grabbing onto the side of the float. The vehicle lurched as such uneven weight was applied to it, but soon Fabian had mounted the float and moved to stand with the man that had tossed him the vest in the first place. The otter let out another squeal of delight.

"I am August, and I am so happy for you to be joining us!" The otter said.

"How could I not? Zhis is vere all the proud people are, yes?" Fabian grinned wide. He looked out at the streets, seeing the crowd he had been a part of... and they too had grown more fabulous. While none had reacted quite as fast as he had, the streets were lined with horse men and hawk men and canines and felines. It was a zoo of male, all there to watch the parade as it grew and expanded.

Fabian waved his chubby arm to them all, glancing back at the comic store as it slowly fell behind him. The last thing he saw were two raccoon boys with cans of spray paint scrawling a rainbow onto the side of the building, adding the details of two unicorns knocking horns together as they rode over it. The pain seemed to seep into the building, crawling along the mortar of the bricks. The posters of video game and movie heroes on the windows slowly became more suggestive and lewd. No doubt the contents inside were changing as well, just as with all the other newly adult themed establishments lining the street.

"Vat do we have here, so big!" August exclaimed before he reached down. Fabian's wave stopped mid air as a clawed hand started to squeeze his bulge. August was practically drooling as he toyed with the stretched out underwear, working it down lower and lower, revealing the thick brown and pink bush that dominated the underside of his belly and all of his groin... all but the trunk of man flesh as thicker than his arm had been as a human. The flesh grew more rigid and began to fight its confines before August got his wish.

The underwear suddenly sagged as the enormous, gratuitous erection flung out to full mast, sending a spray of semen into the watching crowd. The display was met with cheers of excitement, especially as a few of the slower witted watchers on realized that was what the purple curved arrows pointed to. August clapped his hands together with glee, looking at Fabian.

"See! Ze love you so!" August proclaimed. Fabian grinned wider.

"How could ze not?" He replied, starting to strike poses. The waddle of fat beneath his arms swung as he moved, his belly jiggling with the momentum of the float. Fabian had become everything that was vile and dark about vice, even to the point of sweating and huffing in the activity of posing for the crowds. Still, he was far from unfamiliar to huffing and panting as far as his memories went. A creature such as he could not live without sex, and that took a great deal of energy after all.

"Ze love you, it is so fabulous." August cooed, blowing kisses to the crowd.

"No, ze love us! We are so beautiful, we are what ze aspire to be!" Fabian countered, moving to place a sloppy kiss on August's cheek. August cooed in delight, blushing beneath his fur. Fabian's perspective was unchanged for several blocks, seeing the swelling crowds of rowdy beasts admiring the parade. More and more joined in, following between the floats as best they could. Confetti rained from the heavens, banners waved in the wind. It was a glorious sight to see all around... but then, out of the corner of his eyes, Fabian spotted two very unusual sights.

While parts of the town were more run down than others, it had been over a year since Fabian had seen a pay phone, let alone one housed in a phone booth. The blue and white and glass structure sat on the street corner, the paint chipped and neglected but the phone inside still hooked up to the lines. As strange as that was, though, it was nothing compared to the site of a lowly human eighteen year old holding up inside. He looked so small and pale and simple. Fabian's lip trembled before a tear began to roll down his fat, burly cheek. August gasped sharply.

"Fabian, vat is wrong my schpudding dumplingcake?!" August exclaimed.

"That poor boy, he just makes me so sad!" Fabian exclaimed in his accent, "So small and alone. He needs to join the fun!" Fabian exclaimed even more demonstratively.

"Vat a fabulous idea! I will get the glitter, you must get ze stickers!" August said happily before hopping down from the float.

Across the street, tucked in the phone booth the young man stood with his arms around his stomach, his backpack resting by his feet against the door of the phone booth. The parade seemed endless, stretching in all directions. They even poured off the side streets, cutting off any avenue of escape he had. The eighteen year old's black hair was worked up into a fanciful crest with gel, complimenting the dark black hoodie he wore. He gazed out at an alligator and crocodile making out, unable to avert his eyes, trying to figure out which one was which on top of why they had been changed like that.

"This isn't good... I don't know how much longer I can wait in here, it's been hours already." He murmured softly. He sighed and leaned against the glass wall, his eyes still scanning for any possible escape. The last thing he had expected was a large thump from the other side of the glass. He yelped and spun around, seeing the grotesquely large and fat hand scraping against the glass, then the otter and the fox beyond.

"Vell, vat do we 'ave 'ere?" Fabian said, licking his lips, looking at the boy.

"Shumpting soon du be quite juicy, no?" August smiled.

"Get back!" The teenager exclaimed. Fabian was not to be deturred and began working at the door. As the door started to open, it jammed up on the backpack and got stuck. Clearly the boy had time to plan. Fabian, however, was more determined. He balled his painted nails up into a fist and sent them through the glass. The boy shielded his face as the shards came raining down, but as he unfolded them, he saw Fabian's arm coming forward, a sticker stuck to the very tip of one.

"Stay away!" The boy exclaimed, backing up. August promptly tossed a container full of glitter at the human, the powder raining down in gold and silver. He coughed and sputtered just as Fabian stuck the purple star sticker to the boy's cheek. The boy hissed and recoiled in the confined space, "Don't you touch me!" He shouted.

"Ve'll see you soon sweet cheeks." August said, blowing him a kiss. Fabian chuckled, moving to head back to their float.

"Zee you later..." Fabian added, sauntering off. The boy exhaled slowly.

"What a close call." He said softly, relaxing a bit even as his nostrils began to tilt forward, the flesh growing rougher and moister. His upper lip began to split toward the nose even as his ears grew into points. "You should have stayed home Camille, zis is getting out of hand." He murmured before his eyes went wide in shock and he brought his paws up to cover his mouth, only to find it several inches further out from his face than it had been before. Camille looked down at his hands as brown and gray fur sprouted from the flesh, his fingernails extending into black claws.

"Zis can't be 'appening..." he whispered before groaning, his stomach rumbling. It felt as if he was bloating with more gas than he'd ever had before. His stomach began to expand from a perfect washboard to a rotund mound, his pectorals growing as well. The shoulders in his hoodie hunched and his shirt began riding up as a furry brown and gray belly pushed out. His pants, having already been riding low, began to reveal his ass crack as his cheeks pushed apart and a fluffy tail began to extend. The tail grew plump and wide, giving him only a bit of decency as it covered his tail hole.

His pants began to tear, his hoodie was little more than a bra and still he grew. The fur spread over him rapidly, giving black bands to his tail, darkening along his wrists and hands like gloves. The purple star glittered and clung onto him even as his cheeks grew soft and furry, complimenting the band of black fur that began growing in around his eyes like a mask. Camille braced a hand against the wall of the phone booth as he continued to swell, though a dire realization hit him as his hips began touching both sides of the booth. If he didn't get out soon, he might never get out.

The backpack was kicked out of the way and Camille shoved his growing girth through the small doorway, getting wedged in a bit before he stumbled outward. Without the booth to contain him, the raccoon boy's body swelled out in every direction even faster. His belly sagged down, his ass bloated out and his legs and arms thickened drastically.

Camille stood there a bit, stunned by his appearance. He looked up at the window of a near by shop, seeing his reflection. He was so big, so girthy, so large. His black hair was still styled but he'd gained a long black ponytail, as well as countless piercings. He was so fashion forward, so big and sexy... and his cock felt like another arm dangling down one leg, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

"Zuddenly, dis seems not zo bad, no?" Camille asked himself before he grinned wide and began frolicking toward the float Fabian and August inhabited. He jumped onto the side but got stuck, fat legs wiggling in the air. Fabian and August grabbed onto his arms and hoisted with all his might. To Camille's delight, when he slipped up over the edge he knocked Fabian down onto his back.

The two looked into each other's eyes for a long moment, but there was something stronger than respect or love to Camille... Sexual hunger. He brought his fat raccoon face down onto Fabian's mighty breast, toying with the nipple ring he had before suckling as if he expected to get food out of the deal. Fabian moaned at that, his hand digging into the fat raccoon's furry shoulder.

"Everyone is having zo much fun!" August exclaimed, clapping in glee again.