Static Fuzz
"Damn it to puss gutted hell!" Professor Mike's outburst faded over the much louder screeching of his SUV's tires. Fresh coffee quickly seeped through the protective material of his jeans, creating a wonderful burning sensation on his thighs. Despite that he had no real time to worry, just thankful the cup titled onto him rather than the folders sitting in the passenger seat.
While brown stains on his pants was far from an ideal fashion, Mikes real concern was getting to his first lecture on time. As he sped through a yellow light, it was just luck no police lights appeared in the rearview mirror. It was also a good opportunity to adjust the light blond hair of his reflection for a moment. Mother always told him luck favored the prepared. The two extra sets of clothes in his truck were a testament to that philosophy. Glancing at the clock, however, only assured him it would be nothing short of a miracle to arrive at the college in time for a quick attire change. At least his blazer and dress shirt were spared a decoration.
The car lurched around another corner while maintaining its speed a good twenty miles over the legal limit. Through it all, Mike was more in mourning over his lost coffee. With a morning starting off by sleeping in late, going through a whole four classes until lunch without caffeine did not help matters. Jumping the curb, he winched at a loud bang following the accidental side swipe of a mailbox. It was taking what little energy he had just not to get killed arriving there. There was no way to argue the point; he would have to waste a few non-exsistent minutes to find a pick me up.
Salvation appeared under the light of a gas station sign approaching fast. It glowed like a shinning beacon in the still dawning sky that made it impossible to pass up. Performing a move that would make most drag racers jealous, Mike spun off the road to stop parked across three lanes at the stations front entrance. He was out the door and inside before the engine could even finish turning off. The only time he stopped was to straighten his satin tie.
"Good morning, speed racer!" chimed the young male tabby from behind the counter. He was making no effort to hide his amusement from the spectacle just witnessed. "Just so you know; we have a special this week on collision coverage."
"Funny," Mike said with just as big, albeit faked, smile. Among the piling list of things he did not need to deal with was a smart ass anthro. Although spotting the redundant CAIT printed on their name badge made it very hard not to comment. "Please tell me you have coffee; maybe even brewed sometime this decade."
The tabby shrugged. "Just ran out yesterday. I got a friend out finding some more though."
"Do I look like I have time for that?" When Cait's muzzle started to open, Mike silenced it with a hand. "That was rhetorical!"
"Yeah, sure." Cait chuckled, looking shaken but maintaining his smile. "How about a soda instead?"
"Only if it can be injected directly into my blood, maybe."
"Well, actually..." Cait trailed off as he watched Mike sprint towards the coolers against the far wall.
"Got any energy drinks?" Mike voice floated back to the front. His eyes jutted up and down shelves of beer and soda, skipping over the dairy section in his search.
"We got some Red Bull next to the Pepsi," Cait shouted back, his attention shifting more to the latest video game magazine than his customer.
"I said energy drink, not piss in a can." Mike ignored the laughter behind him, scanning row after row of empty shelves. It was not until he reached the very far end that he found a series of pink cans that caught his interest. "What the heck are these?"
"Mew?" Cait glanced up to watch Mike pull a can out of its resting place. His blue eyes went wide upon seeing it. "Um, that's..."
"Static Fuzz?" Mike read the label with a grin, despite his desperate condition. "For the woman that needs a little changing energy. I've heard worse taglines."
"Yeah, that's not really something recommended for everybody," Cait said in a stammer as Mike bolted past the counter.
A bill drifted down onto the counter in the wake of Mike's vapor trail. "Keep the change and buy a more original name."
"But I really don't think you should..." Cait trailed off upon noticing the fifty dropped in his lap. It was quickly pocketed without further objections. "Whatever, it's your funeral."
Unfortunately that last sentence did register to Mike, causing him to stop halfway out the door. "Huh?"
"Nothing," Cait sang with an even wider smile than before. "Have an interesting day, sir."
Mike raised an eyebrow at Cait's strange parting but, glancing at his watch, saw he had no time to question it. The man was back in his car and racing recklessly away before Cait could blink. The tabby shrugged to himself and with a knowing smile returned to his magazine. Stray thoughts were already pondering how to spend his new found wealth.
Whatever lady luck was granting, Mike was grateful it continued until he pulled into the university parking. Scooping up his folders in one hands and the drink with a fresh pair of pants in the other, he bolted straight towards the nearest restroom. A patron on his way out gave a greeting, but was quickly brushed aside while diving into an open stall. Taking a risk to check his watch, Mike was relived to read eight-twenty-three. Only a few minutes left until his lecture, but still more then he needed. The man was in and out with fresh pants before the minute hand finished moving a slot.
It was while folding the coffee stained pants Mike remembered his booster for the morning. He paused a moment to better inspect his purchased can and smirked. Besides the usual exaggerated style text most energy drinks came with, this one had a novelty to it. Plastered on either side of the can were two anthro models like the station attendant. One was a stereotypical red vixen. The other looked like a strange brown canine creature Mike could not immediately recognize. Yet she had huge, rabbit looking ears and a tail puffy enough to rival the vixens. Both were wearing bikinis that glittered from overhead light, and possessed curves Mike knew no real girl could possibly obtain. No girl that would be interested in dating him, anyway. What really got him chuckling was the small print near the vixen's thunder-thighs that read; Warning: Not intended for male consumption.
"What people will do to sell a gimmick," he said while popping the can open. Almost instantly his nose twitched at the smell of cherries and what might have been mint. An energy drink with an actual flavor was forgotten upon realizing he was on a timer. Mike hardly felt in a state to be picky and downed the can in several hasting gulps. With a loud burp and a toss, the can pinged off a trash can rim and landed with a thud inside. "Not bad!"
Already feeling better from his sweet drink, Mike took a minute to rip a paper towel off the dispenser and clean a bit of dribble from his chin. Feeling his chin caused Mike to winch. There was an unusual amount of stubble for a guy that had shaved less than an hour ago, even if he had rushed it. Like everything else, the notion passed with the second he could afford to spare it. Straightening his tie and collecting his belongings, Mike was bolting for the door with three minutes to spare. Soon as his hand touched the handle, Mike felt a strange tingle in his stomach that caused him to pause mid-step. The feeling was not unlike downing a very carbonated drink before, only it seemed to intensify and spread to his entire body in a wave. The result caused an involuntary spasm and then just as sudden, nothing.
"Wow, that thing has an after kick," Mike said to himself, although it was hardly reassuring.
He made it to his class a minute late. Not totally bad, but all things considered Mike hardly felt the need to berate those students still entering and taking seats after him. Instead it served as an opportunity to catch his breath while hiding his stained pants in a desk drawer.
"If we are all seated," Mike started but suddenly broke off with a cough. The strange tingle had returned in his throat, making the muscles feel tighter. Attempting to clear it failed to produce results and only seemed to make it worse. Even his voice was starting to sound higher pitched. "Now, last week we talked about stress in our lives and the different ways that is expressed by people. Can anyone tell me what stress is?"
One of the girls from a clique gathered around the far corner raised a hand. "Stress is a condition reaction to a person's current environment."
"C-Correct." Mike struggled to keep steady as the tingle made a presence around his ears. A good number of the girls were starting to give him odd stares, most failing to cover their mouths in muffled giggles. "And what are factors that cause stress?"
An aging man in the front raised a hand, looking just as perplexed as the rest of the class. "The two major factors are threats or thoughts that we lack control of over our current situations."
"Thank you," Mike said with a nod towards the man.
A collection of gasps and some more amused giggles came from the students, causing his ears to twitch. That unfamiliar muscle flex made Mike to freeze up. Curiosity won out over saving face, and reluctantly he reached a hand up to feel.
"There are both healthy and dangerous methods to coping with stress, but there are plenty of safer strategies..."
Mike eyes went wide but somehow managed to keep his squeaky voice steady. His ears were no longer where they should be. Instead, his finger came into contact with a smooth layer of fuzz. Feeling further up finally discovered them poking out among the hair closer to the top of his head. Only now they had changed to a very sharp point and were actually lengthening in his hand. After reaching just little over a foot long, the tingle finally began to subside. However their more acute hearing catching sounds of his classes' reactions did little to calm Mike down.
"This...this is called Stress Management. Naturally the first step is to assess your current level of s-s-stress!"
Mike almost yelped the last word when a new tingle began to sweep across his scalp. Deciding to skip the standard routine of asking question, he whirled his back to the class and began to scribble notes on the chalkboard. But with the way his hand squiggled each attempted letter, almost no one could understand them. As Mike moved, his head seemed to feel just a slight increase of weight. When a tickling sensation of something slithering around his neck occurred, there was little choice to look down at what was happening. The sight nearly caused him to drop the chalk. What was once a neat trim shimmering blond hair were now sandy brown locks that seemed to have a life of their own. And as he watched, the rapid growth showed no signs of slowing down, tickling both his back and front until finally stopping just shy of overtaking his buttocks.
"Most...most often all you really need to do is observe your current environment and remove those factors causing the biggest threat to you."
The chalk screwed slightly in mid-word, causing a high shrill that made Mikes new ears fold back. The tingle had begun to crash down across his face, leaving a mild itching feeling as it became overtaken with a fine pelt of the brown fur. To make matters worse, the already tight muscles in his throat began to burn with great intensity. His voice cracked and rose higher in pitch with almost every word uttered, finally ending in a soft, almost alluring soprano. Moments later his entire jaw cracked and pushed out, becoming flush with his nose. Right before his eyes, the tip of his nose turned into a deep black and shrunk into an almost button shape. Another crack and his jaw pushed out further into a short, rounded muzzle of an animal. A brief tingle passed through his teeth and a quick feel of the tongue told they had now sharpened into fairly decent canine fangs. Had a mirror been handy, Mike would have vaguely recognized his new features as the girl from his drink can.
"This can include leaving the stressful environment, such as a...aaaaah job or classroom, but t-that is more often impossible in most situations. Stresssss comes in three different types of elements; bodily effects, upsetting thoughts, and ineffective be...behavior."
It took all of Mikes own power not to just try bolting from the classroom himself. At this point it was a safe bet no one was interested in taking on notes about the topic at hand. Even with his back turned, the newly enhanced hearing gave a good clue to what the students were really paying attention to. Yet his heart rate could go no where else but up as he felt the itching feeling of fur growing continue down his neck and begin spreading across his shoulders and chest. Still he continued to write while speaking in an undeniably female voice. A small sliver of hope in his subconscious kept repeating it was nothing but caffeine induced delusions.
"If you t-t-turn your text books to page four-twenty-ssseven, aaahhh, the graph shown lists how each...eeelement negatively affects the other in a building cycle. This can go on for aaaannn indefinite amount of time unless actions are taken to break the cycle. Most immediate stress is caused by our bodies natural 'fight or flight' instincts."
'Take now for example,' Mike wanted to say but somehow held it in check under a soft groan. While the fur had now covered his entire torso, judging by the way it itched like hell under his shirt, his inner organs also felt like they were doing a little dance. Suddenly Mike felt a strange shift and nearly tripped on his own feet, using the board to regain balance. Once it had passed, his heart skipped a beat. Everything felt tighter on his body. Looking up only proved his fear true as his eye level with the board had raised a good two feet from what it was seconds earlier. The once formal dress shirt had now become un-tucked, and most of the buttons had gaping holes between them. Now there was enough space between it and the pants to reveal his belly button, right before it became buried under his growing brown pelt. Even the sleeves now stopped a little passed his elbow, where fur was just starting to gradually creep into view. Words could not begin to describe the amount of discomfort in certain areas of his formerly baggy pants.
"Muscles remain tense and h-h-heart rate increases dramatically. If immediate action is not taken it a person has the appearance of beeeeeeiiing UPTIGHT!"
A very sudden rush of pressure in the seat of his pants caused Mike to shriek out his last word. It had the mix blessing of being mostly drowned out the prompt ripping sound following decimation of said pants. What emerged made his and every students present jaw drop. Resting almost happy like between his thighs was a long tail coated in a thick layer of brown fur. Its very tip of pure white brushed about the floor as Mikes rapid panic caused it to twitch involuntarily. Moments of gawking later, reality caught up and he whirled back to face the class. It was the lesser of two evils to stare at them with an animal face than moon them with brown furred cheecks. Although at this point he felt very little confidence in being able to leave this class with any dignity left.
"As this might...might suggest, exercise can greatly reduce such forms of stress. Anything that you can do on a daily b-basis yet is enjoyable can work, provided it is vigorous enough to relieve the tension. You know, things like running, jumping, or swimming to name a few."
The whimper that escaped Mike's new muzzle came as a surprise at how animalistic it sounded. However that was quickly forgotten in loom of the building tingle around his chest. It soon focused into points of extreme intensity around his nipples. With a strange popping sound, two small bumps suddenly appeared under his blazer. They only remained small for a moment as the tingle broke into a wave and they began to expand rapidly. Within seconds the bumps had dropped into soft mounds that took normal women years to develop. And the growth showed no signs of stopping as Mike clasped both hands on his budding breasts. Not that his new method fared any better than trying to ignore the changes, as each labored pant from his feminine muzzle seemed to make them grow bigger and rounder. Even more disturbing was that a small part of him found the growing flesh straining his two hundred dollar shirts oddly arousing.
"O-of course, given some...some situations stress can occur, there is an...ah...easier method of simply flexing and relaxing a specific muscle repeatedly to relieve the tension. This is known aaaas 'progressive relaxation' and most of you are probably familiar with it if y-you have ever seen a stress ball. However, such things are optional so long, aaahh, as you maintain a working rythem of flexing. Training yourself to recognize when muscles are tense is perfect for knowing what causes a stressful situation."
Irony about the situation became lost on Mike. What rationale left in his mind was too transfixed on stroking and squeezing the budding breasts still swelling under shirts not intended for such biology. Some of the students went so far as to take out cell phones and record the changes unfolding, but Mike was becoming too light headed to care. A loud ping echoed across the room, snapping him back to reality. His dress shirt had put up a good fight, but the top button finally gave up and went sailing to ricochet off a student's desk and vanish toward the back wall. Another two pings followed suit, leaving bare cleavage coated in shimmering brown fur that left even some of the girls gawking. Now blushing deep red, Mike tried desperately to recluse as much space between his breasts as possible. The effort became moot with the next growth spurt, seeing the end of all remaining shirt buttons and the destruction of his blazers zipper. Both shirts could only be left to hang uselessly open, half covering soft furred orbs of flesh rivaling small watermelons. Only a tie remained to hang against cleavage Mike was sure birds could get lost in.
Mike yelped, falling forward onto his desk using both hands for support. Right before his eyes the fur began to overtake both hands. As soon as the fur touched an area it began to shift. Lifting up a hand out of dazed wonder, he could only watch as the palm puffed out further than the rest of his hand. The area rapidly turned a black color, becoming a much denser layer of skin. Then the fur reached his fingers and each digit thinned into a soft feminine shape, developing black pads at the tips. They were still his hands, albeit a woman's, but now they resembled a bizarre mix of paw complete with black manicured claws.
"In t-this way you can t-think things through more clearly and avoid the ineffective behavior part of the cycle."
No longer feeling a need to hide his displeasure at these rapid changes, Mike let out a long, painful moan. A large amount of pressure swarmed around his pelvis, not unlike pressure of being put in a vise. That feeling soon had a visual demonstration to it, following the collapse of his waist into an inward curve.
"Slowing down to assess your situation..."
His left hip cracked outwards. The seams of his pants on that side split under pressure to reveal more of the soft brown fur.
"Organizing your affairs..."
Another yelp and the right hip joined its sister, creating an even fuller curved figure on Mikes changing body. The button on mikes jeans could no longer contain his new shape and popped off, followed shortly by the harsh jerking's of a strained zipper moving downward.
"A-a-a-and knowing your limits are all factors to help against thiiiiiis! Aaaaahhhh!"
Mike panted and groaned at the new fire erupting across his pelvis. Like a fluid motion his spine snapped, lifting his rump into the air. Not a moment later, both cheecks puffed out like balloons, further destroying the seat of his pants with loud rips. The white briefs Mike normally wore were on full display for anyone risking a digital picture. Now they looked more like a joke thong, struggling to cover as much of Mikes new posterior as possible. A new moistness developing in his groin told Mike all about what became of his two best friends, although the area now visibly being devoid a familiar bulge helped.
"Most..importantly you s-should avoid having upsetting thoughtssss during drastic situations. Such things will only lead back to the bad body reactions."
What remained of Mikes pants slowly burst away in shreds as he spoke. The fat that had gathered around his rump now flowed downwards. Demin quickly gave way to shapely brown furred thighs and calves to match the rest of his voluptuous body.
"Instead try to think things through rationally with aaaaah bit of confidence. Maybe even throw in a bit of humor where possible to lighten a mood."
Mike shifted his new weight upon feeling tightness in his shoes. The way his new found mammeries jiggled from such a simple movement was already causing him to blush enough to turn his face fur red. Fortunitly it was over in seconds. Both shoes exploded to bits, allowing a new pair of paws to flex freely in the cool air.
At long last, the tingles finally subsided. And with it Mike found his heart rate surprisingly dying down with it. He collapsed into the teacher's chair, taking several deep breaths in an effort to sort out what just transpired. Like the rest of his class, his eyes were completely in awe at the curvaceous anthro-eevee girl that now sat in a space normally occupied by a male in his early thirties. Granted he had a much closer view than anyone would have really cared for.
Just as panic began to build up again, Mike absently ran a paw-hand over the top of her very generous breasts. The tickling sensation of petting such soft fur covered flesh caused him to giggle. Such a simple touch was enough to send waves of pleasure from ear to tail tip. It was not too bad a body, when he thought about it. Just, not one he ever wanted to see from this angle. Still, there was prospect of having some fun with the rest of his classes before going back to beat the living hell out of that gas station attendant. In fact, he felt more than ready to run a marathon.
"That's some energy drink!" Jumping back up with a happy yip, Mike turned to face the class. "Any questions?" Only silence greeted his sharp toothed smile. "No? Well then, if you'll excuse me; I seem to be suffering a wardrobe malfunction. The rest of the class will be a free study period and expect a test tomorrow on coping with unexpected stress." There was an undeniable bounce to Mike's steps as he waltzed down the rows of desk towards the exit. It added a noticable sway to her wide hips and breasts, yet it all felt wonderfully natural to him. He even liked the way his new tail brushed against his ample thighs. "Oh, and anyone taking cell phone pictures of my ass will be giving another demonstration of stress like today's."
Despite the warning, Mike's ears swiveled to catch numerous clicking sounds and a few giggles. If they only knew what he was going to make them drink tomorrow.