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Written by Leo_Todrius

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[Sunday, March 22nd - 1:33 AM]

There was a strange, definable feeling when one no longer felt quite like themselves... a detectable slowing of the neurons, a misplaced center of gravity, an uncertainty if one was tired or ready for more. As Jack left the Lucky Tree bar, the one thing he was sure of was that he wasn't in good enough shape to drive himself home. He pulled out his smartphone from his pocket, swiped past other icons until he found what he was looking for and tapped Uber.

The screen twitched slightly, the colors distorting for a moment. Jack blinked wearily, wondering if it was him or the phone, but everything loaded well enough. He hastily set it for his current location and then hit his shortcut for his apartment before he locked his phone and dropped it back into his pocket, closing his eyes for a moment before he opened them again.

The street was beautiful, even that late at night. The storefronts were lit up in shades of red and yellow and gold. Windows illustrated the delicious meals that were offered during business hours with carefully cultivated plastic food. Signs were in numerous different languages, and the street had been kissed with a layer of rain while Jack had been drinking that made the cement almost as reflective of the colors and lights as the windows were.

Jack's brown eyes looked up at the tinted windows of the Lucky Tree, catching sight of his reflection backlit by the old school spherical bulbs that ran along the underside of the overhang. He was twenty-four years old, dressed as if he was still in college. His backwards black baseball cap had seen better days and a few spots of the white interior stuck out from the brim. He had on a sweatshirt emblazoned with the emblem of his favorite sports team, slick track pants and his biggest investment had to be his sneakers.

Wardrobe aside, Jack still looked fairly youthful, though he had tired rings beneath his eyes, puffy from the amount of alcohol he had imbibed. His brown hair was a bit greasy from sweat, hanging down to the nape of his neck. Somewhere in the midst of his crisis, he felt like he had lost himself - or rather, never found himself as others did. He still yearned for the late nights and festive life of his college days, but now no one stayed out on a Sunday night like he did. They had work, they had lives, and what did he have?

A soft churn of rubber against pavement grew louder as a purple Kia Soul pulled up. It wasn't the most stylish of vehicles, but it had plenty of room and beggars couldn't be choosers. Jack felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, maybe a little longer than usual, a comforting tingle against his leg. He gave a meek smile and approached the vehicle, climbing into the back before sinking down into the seat.

The cushion accepted him like a dream, and the entire back of the vehicle seemed bigger than he thought possible. It was so spacious. He looked around, then back out of the window. Beads of rain clung to the glass, obscuring and blurring the colorful storefronts beyond. Jack blinked a few times before he turned back to face the front, his eyes catching the most mesmerizing gaze reflecting back at him from the mirror. They were such a fascinating shade of blue, almost tinged with lilac.

Jack looked into those eyes and felt like the world around him was swirling, that he was dropping down a well in his own psyche, feeling alone and unified at the same time. It took several moments before everything seemed to gel back into place. He blinked a few times before he leaned back, having to catch his breath from the experience. It was only then that his brain seemed to lurch forward again.

The passenger's eyes scanned the interior of the car, spotting a wireless phone charger, some bottles of water, hand sanitizer, all the amenities one could want. Then he saw a little card mounted to the back of the driver's seat like the licenses the taxi cabs had to have. Rafa Moreno... An unusual name. Jack's eyes drifted back up, catching glimpses of the driver. Well-tanned skin, a brown bushy beard, the glint of an earring and those eyes...

"Heading home, right?" The driver asked, breaking the spell. Jack nodded weakly before he summoned some of his resolve back.

"Y-yeah, yeah, spent the whole night eating garbage and drinking too much. I gotta get home." Jack replied, for a split second wondering how the driver knew where 'home' was, but then again, he had used uber. It was all in his profile, right? Rafa took one last look at his passenger before he reached out and tapped the phone mounted in the dashboard. Rather than the usual interface, the icons seemed to melt away and swirl in on themselves before a meter started ticking up on the screen. Without so much as a lurch, the vehicle pulled away from the curb, easing into traffic and heading down the road. Jack leaned back, watching the glowing, gleaming, beckoning lights of the store fronts ebb away, replaced with the city at night.

The park seemed shrouded in shadow and darkness, tucked between an old church, a bank building and an apartment complex. On the other side they passed the dormant network of chain stores and malls, stacked three tall and two deep, held together by a web of skybridges. Jack watched it all pass as if he was examining his life, seeing it through a new lens... But this was the way he often saw it. He was a creature of the night. This was his domain, his kingdom, his reality. The others had moved on, they had forgotten, but he wouldn't...

"I remember being that age..." Rafa said fondly. "I loved staying up all night. It felt like there really were fewer worries if you outlasted everyone... Plus the city looks so different at night, right?" Rafa asked. Jack brightened up a bit, looking eager and alert at the idea, although the bags under his eyes were getting darker by the second.

"Exactly! I mean, it's like this different world that needs to be explored. Everyone can see a sunset, buy how many people see sunrises? Why do we deny our true natures?" Jack asked.

"Tell me about it... And the places that offer food that late? It's like they knew just what we needed. It's hard to hold back, and none of it's healthy." Rafa chuckled. Jack closed his eyes at that, licking his lips at the memory of it. Rafa grinned a little, watching Jack's shirt tightening in the rear-view mirror. "What did you say it was again? Garbage?" he asked. Jack opened his eyes, nearly drooling a little.

"Don't get me wrong, it tastes amazing, but it's not healthy at all, I guess that's how I packed on the pounds..." The last few words tumbled out of his mouth with less certainty. Jack looked down at himself, a little confused. Since when had he had such meaty pecs? Or that bulge around his gut? His pants were tighter, his arms a bit beefier... He was bigger than he remembered, but it kind of suited him. He was getting closer to thirty after all, right? There had to be some give...

"What's your favorite part? I love Chinese food, especially the fried stuff." Rafa said. Jack moaned a bit more.

"Me too, there are so many great places down here. I wish my friends could see that." Jack said. Rafa shrugged as he drove.

"You'll make new friends, and you already have recently, right? Like that new tattoo artist? I mean, those bands had to come from somewhere." Rafa said. The words were so casual, spoken like fact, but they wrapped around Jack and ensnared him. He looked down, his eyes glazed over for the moment as he watched dark bands of ink wrapping around his forearms. The ink got thicker and darker, making three rings around his left bicep, then his right too. His arms got thicker and thicker until the sleeves could barely control them."What's... happening to me?" Jack whispered, looking back up at the driver, seeing those purple eyes looking right back into him, directly into his soul.

"Ah, to be young again... To be nocturnal, to be a creature of the night. It really must be fun being a raccoon, right? I heard you guys have great parties..." Rafa said. Once more the words were made fact. Jack felt dizzy, drunk, tired, high... Maybe all of those things, none of those things. His head swirled before he looked down, watching his pants growing tighter and tighter, the pant legs struggling to contain him. His stomach gurgled, the sound echoing inside of him before his back arched and he gasped.

The sudden change was almost too much for Jack to take. Pound after pound started stacking on, his shirt popping up as his stomach distended and swelled, pushing out and rounding, getting fatter and thicker by the second. His pecs became man boobs, rounding and plumping as his nipples darkened and spread. His arms bloated, his legs thickened, and his groin... it seemed his groin didn't want to be outdone. Jack watched in shock as he saw two round mounds forming, pushing upward and outward at the same time. His balls felt like they were some kind of new muscle flexing for the first time, and all that energy had to go somewhere.

At first it looked like something had been trapped beneath his pants and was trying to slither out. It wriggled one way, then the other, growing wider and wider and wider.... In moments it was wider than it was tall, but then it had to try and make up for that. Jack moaned out, fingers digging into the cushions of the back seat. He tried to shake it off, to come to his senses, but his fingers got caught. He tried to lift his hand but couldn't realizing that his nails had gotten caught in the fabric.

Jack tugged and tugged, pulling harder before the fabric snapped and his hand came free - brandishing a brand new set of claws. They were sharp, black, rooted well in his fingers. Jack held his hand up, watching it change as new hair sprouted from his knuckles and the backs of his hands. The hair darkened and thickened, growing into his arm hair... arm hair Jack had never had before. Jack looked up, the rings that had started as bags under his eyes now discoloring all around them. His cheeks quirked as the skin broke and whiskers started pushing out, the tip of his nose darkening.

"Please..." He whispered, though the question was uncertain. Please what?

"Hey man, this is a judgement free zone. I've taken a lot of Raccoon boys back home. You do you, whatever you need. There's even a few leafy ales in the cooler back there if you need them." Rafa offered. Jack looked at the driver, then at the little mini cooler built into the back of the console between the chairs. He reached down with his clawed hand and opened it up, seeing silver cans of beer emblazoned with a black ring filled with an amber maple leaf. Jack reached for it but froze when his hand touched the cool metal.

Flashes filled his mind, memories and dreams, all merging together... Staying out all night, getting drunk, having sex... his brothers, his raccoon brothers... They were such big guys that like big parties... Bellies rubbing, beards meshing, cocks, drinking beer... He was one of them, he was like them. The party was just getting started at twenty-four. They weren't leaving him behind, they were trying to get him to catch up! Jack licked his lips before he grabbed the can and cracked it open, tipping it back. The taste was potent on his tongue, fizzing a bit as the amber liquid was gulped down. With each messy slurp, Jack sealed his fate.

His shirt strained tighter and tighter as his belly grew, leaving the realm of a six pack far behind as it became a keg for life. His shirt shuddered, stretched, and then ultimately gave out with the sound of popping stitches and tearing cloth. Jack's belly came flopping out, accented by his ample chest. What had started as chest hair had shifted color to a creamy tan, but the hair under his arms and on it was thickening to a much darker mix of brown, grey and black. The tattoos had sprouted fur as well, soft and silky.

Jack guzzled down the can and emptied it before gabbing the next, popping it open. As he drank the liquid, he felt his face burning and tingling. His teeth were changing, his nose too. His jaw began pushing forward and his ears took on points, the back of them getting covered with peach fuzz. As he gulped, he gave up more and more of his humanity. What had once been the modest shoulders of a young man were now grizzled and large, covered with a veritable forest of hair that was softening into fur. Jack drained the second can and moved to lean back, but he winced and muttered as he felt such great pain coming from between his cheeks.

"Ugh, I can't believe I sat on my tail..." Jack murmured, shifting a little. He hadn't even realized he had said the words at first, but it was true - at least it was true now. The bone that had been a literal pain in his behind had been static, stuck, motionless for his entire life, but with careful shifting to his anatomy, it was gaining a life of its own. The bone segmented, coated in new muscles and ligaments. His ass cheeks had been growing like the rest of him, rounding and fattening, but pulling just far enough apart to make room for the little nub.

Jack reached back and tugged his waistband down enough that the nub wriggled free... and it felt so good to have it out.

A twitch spread through Jack's cock and balls, then a quirk filled his grin. He debated his options before looking up at Rafa.

"You said... to be myself, right?" Jack asked. Rafa nodded with a mild grin.

"My humble oath to you as your host is to let you be the you, you were meant to be." Rafa replied. It was flowery and grand, a little more than Jack needed, but the confirmation was enough. He started to push himself up and change positions. The car lurched a little with that much weight shifting around. Jack had to be at least four hundred pounds by now, and as he moved it was clear he had gained height too. Jack leaned over and got onto all fours, hiking his ass up, nearly pressing it against the windows. A few other cars honked as they went by, thinking they were getting mooned.

"Alright back there?" Rafa asked.

"OH yeah, just trying to get comfortable." Jack replied, panting softly. He felt a bit confined, taking up so much of the back seat, but with his ass in the air he felt two kinds of unexpected relief. The first was from his tail now that it was no longer trapped, and the other was his cock, hanging down along his right leg, fat, hard and hot... and both had room to grow now. Jack panted harder, his forehead beading with sweat even as fur swept down around his eyes, across the bridge of his nose and around his mouth. The last vestiges of skin disappeared just as his face started to pop, contorting and warping.

Jack moaned hard, running a clawed hand across the bulge in his pants, feeling his canon of a cock. It was so thick, thicker than any beer can... but he couldn't! He was in public. He was being enough of a nuisance as his tail fleshed out. He groaned and growled, claws digging into the car seat again as his tail extruded out inch by inch, feeling as good as his cock... maybe even better. Jack closed his eyes, moaning harder, hissing a little. It was strange to feel one's self growing a tail.

Inch by inch added on, new bones forming out of nothingness, anatomy shifting. The skin grew beaded, bumped over with goose pimples, looking like a plucked chicken before new fur bristled out of it. The bumps had been exaggerated because of how thick and dense the hair, or rather the fur, was. It eased out inch by inch, just like the tail itself. In moments it looked like a fuzzy bat, long and cylindrical, but the fur darkened, taking on distinctive patterns of light and dark, rings and a black tip. The tail stretched out, getting fatter second by second just like Jack had.

This had always been the part Rafa had the hardest time with. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, knowing he had a camera recording the whole thing, but still... Jack made such a handsome raccoon boy... He glanced up, watching his pointed ears migrate to the top of his head even as his face pushed out into a muzzle. The cracking and popping would have weirded some out, but to Rafa it sounded like reality righting itself. Jack's jaw snapped into its new position, making room for modified teeth, his nose black and moist at the tip. His eyes were ringed with a bandit's mask, the fur around his jaw line getting longer and thicker, a wild mane for a wild beast.

Jack's focus wasn't on his face, even as it took on a new appearance. There was no human flesh left on him, but he could only focus on his tail. It pushed past two feet, then three, then four. He wasn't even sure how thick the meat part of it was, but there was enough fur to make it look nice and thick like he was... That word sent tingles through Jack's body. Thick, yeah... He was a thick boy... More to love, fat assed, fat cocked, big bellied. He was ready to party. He murmured and shifted, moving to carefully sit back down on the seat without crushing his tail.

Jack settled on the cushion and exhaled slowly, panting a little bit. It was true that he loved to party, but he was still getting used to being such a big boy. He nearly took up the entire back seat, one side to the other... His shirt was gone, but he'd kept his pants somehow, and his hat... Jack reached up, running his paw over his hat, feeling the well-worn holes cut into it that his ears stuck up through. The brim was still battered. It was an old hat, but one he loved.

One meaty arm lifted up, stretching across the back seat to touch one window, then the other lifted up to do the same to the other side. Jack looked down at the thick tufts of fur under his arms, containing his manly scent. It was almost like he was showing off, exposing almost everything he was... Five hundred pounds, covered in fur, ready to fuck and party all at the same time. He leaned his head back, embracing it all for a moment until, at last, he felt the car slow down. Jack grimaced a little before sitting back upright.

"Almost there?" he asked, trying to look out the fogged-up window.

"Not almost. We're there." Rafa replied. Jack started to fumble for his wallet, trying to find it in his overstretched pants. Rafa shook his head, "You already paid me in the app, remember?" he asked. Jack's face scrunched up a bit. He didn't remember that, but he didn't remember telling him where he lived either...

"Thank you." Jack murmured, his clawed hand scratching at the car door before he got it open and peeled himself out of the car. The moment his shoe hit the pavement, it burst, popping loose as a huge size nineteen paw sprawled out. Claws, paw pads, fur, they were the foundation on which a magnificent beast was built. The next foot came out and did the same. Jack wasn't even sure how he'd fit, but he was still virile and mobile enough to have an easy time extracting himself. With a glance one way and then the other, Jack was about to cross the street when he heard the whir of the car window rolling down. Rafa cleared his throat a bit.

"Oh right, the tip!" Jack said before he moved back toward the driver's window. As he approached, those purple eyes met his and a hand came out, reaching up. The driver's fingers plunged into the scruffy fur on his chin and took a hold, pulling him down.

Jack's lips met Rafa's, modified muzzle on human, tongues brushing and teasing one another. The kiss was hot, sloppy, heated. They shared saliva and then some. Rafa eventually broke the kiss, panting, blushing a little. He looked at Jack one last time before cracking a grin.

"Have a fun night, you party animal." he whispered. Jack gave a drunk, happy smile before he turned, crossing the street and heading up the steps of his apartment. As he disappeared inside, Rafa leaned back in his seat. He started to pant a little harder, feeling his heart beat faster. He wondered what his tip was this time, what the car would let him keep. He felt his heart race, his blood boil, his skin to tingle, then burn.

He hissed a bit at the pleasure and pain combined, grabbing at his left sleeve. The bearded driver pulled his shirt sleeve up just in time to see his skin darkening as it was marked by ink, a thick black band forming around his bicep. He felt the needles, he felt the experience, a few memories filtering in before the tattoo settled, set into his reality. It wasn't much, but it still felt like a reward. Little by little, he got to keep a few changes for himself as he drove.

A strange chime sounded from the dashboard. The meter melted away, resolving itself back into something that actually looked like a smartphone. New directions appeared, and the car nearly lurched out from under Rafa's grasp. He growled and put his foot down.

"I know you're eager, but give me a second... I've gotta gather myself." he muttered. The car engine idled a little lower, giving the driver a chance to take a few more breaths, to readjust his erection, and to turn his turn signal on. The purple Kia Soul pulled back into traffic, moving down the road, disappearing into the night. The car itself faded away, the last thing visible being the glow of the tail lights in steam lifting up from the sewer grate.

****

The old clock ticked away, second by second, far louder than it had any right to be. It was outdated, outmoded, a relic from another time surviving into a digital age. It wasn't quite an antique, built in the nineties as far as Rick knew, but it was something from his childhood, a piece of home now that he was studying in the big city. The metronomical clicks were reassuring. Perhaps that was what had caused him to fall asleep on his medical textbooks. They were stacked like towers, pages dog eared and covers frayed at the corners. Some were second hand, some were heavily used, and in the midst of it all, Rick was slumped over.

Rick looked a little worse for wear. He'd kept his blond hair shaved on the sides and a respectable length on top, though his stubble had grown out almost enough to rival his fade. He had strong shoulders and arms, his calves were thick. He was always coming and going at the hospital, trying to keep up, trying to learn and observe. There was too much to do, too much to see, too much to help with. He'd pulled all-nighters in high school, but everything now was just... just a bit too much.

When the front door to the apartment creaked open, Rick didn't even wake up at first. A sliver of light grew out into a wedge, shining on his slumbering face for a moment before a shadow filled the door frame. Jack stood there, wearing only his pants and his hat, large and in charge. He held a greasy pizza box in one hand, a half-eaten piece in the other, popping the entire thing into his muzzle before his sharp teeth came down and tore through it, reducing it to nothing in a few quick bites. He swallowed with gusto before his furry eyebrow quirked with puzzlement.

"Rick, what are you doing asleep? It's only two in the morning..." Jack said. A groan came from Rick. He was used to Jack's antics, his weird fixation with the night life, but he wasn't usually this bad. Jack stepped into the apartment and shut the door behind him, tossing the purloined pizza box onto the couch before he moved over.

"Jack, just go to bed..." Rick moaned. Though he stirred a bit more as he felt the apartment floor shifting with each step Jack took closer. Rick's eye opened, then his other eye. He looked up at the huge, furry beast with shock and confusion. He sat bolt upright, his heart racing, his lungs taking in oxygen. Fight or flight flooded his system, but his mind... slowly lost grasp on the reality he'd just witnessed. His memories were shifting, reality augmenting, everything around them slowly changing...

Rick relaxed a bit more. Jack had always looked like that to him... Well, maybe not quite so big back when they'd been in high school, but he'd grown taller and bigger, proud of his belly, year after year... And he had such a lucky way with guys, who could blame him. Rick blinked a little before yawning, leaning back in his chair.

"You came back early..." Rick commented, his new memories gelling into place. Jack scoffed at that.

"Yeah, well, it was no fun partying all alone. Besides, I came back in time to steal you some pizza. Old man Hawkins never finishes it before he throws it out." Jack smirked.

"I don't know if I'm up for second hand pizza." Rick said, scratching at his face.

"Awww, there's always room for second hand pizza!" Jack grinned before he grabbed Rick, wrapping his arm around his head until his face was pinned in his furry pit. Rick squirmed and struggled, no match for such a big beast. It only took a few seconds for Rick's resolve to melt, and then Jack chuckled, feeling the human's tongue lapping at his armpit, sucking on the fur, an erection forming in his slacks. Jack grinned wider, "I know what you're really hungry for..."

Rick took a few reluctant gasps for breath as he was released, his eyes glazed over with lust. He looked at the big raccoon before him, watching as Jack easily hooked a claw in the waistband of his pants and let them drop. Two cantaloupe sized balls slithered out of their confines, accompanied by a cock thicker than a roll of paper towels. It was so fat, so veiny, so meaty. Rick could smell its musk from where he was sitting.

Jack couldn't wrap a paw around it, but he could lift it up, giving it a few good strokes while he supported it. Jack took a step back, then another, moving to sink down onto the couch. The piece of furniture groaned a little under his weight, but it gave him a firm foundation to spread his legs wide, letting everything air out more. Rick slowly pushed himself up from the kitchen table, snared in the musk... feeling that hunger that was always there, always growing... His own life was already fraying at the edges, tainted by contact with someone that had so recently changed.

Rick's room was getting messier by the second, his neat and orderly underwear drawer now a heap of messy garments... along with one of Jack's cum soaked numbers tucked back into the back to give it all that amazing scent. The fridge was changing too, the shelves filling with beer and junk food, the cupboards too. Rick took a step toward Jack, then another. Something in the back of his mind warned him, told him to flee. If he got away soon enough, it might not take root, it might not change him forever... but then he wouldn't be where he was, right in front of Jack... inches away.

Jack sat on the couch with a smug and contended look on his face, using both paws to stroke up and down his member. Up, down, up, down. He felt how much give was there, how much heft... but Rick needed a little more coaxing. Jack pulled his foreskin back tight, letting the whole appendage air out. The smell of sex and musk and spice was too strong. Rick shuddered, memories twisting more, remembering the first blowjob he'd given Jack, then the second, the fourteenth, the thirtieth. He was a glutton for that raccoon cum, he couldn't get enough.

Rick dropped onto his knees with a loud thud, hands latching onto that monster meat before him. He weighed less than a fifth of Jack's weight, but he wanted to make his fuzzy roommate the happiest man out there. Rick's face kissed the tip of the raccoon's cock, his lips parting, his tongue sliding over that fat, round surface before it found his swollen urethra... Rick teased the slit, crossing over it, feeling its edges before his tongue dove right in.

Jack growled at that, grabbing onto the blond's head with a huge clawed hand, holding him in place. Rick bobbed his head up and down, nearly unhinging his jaw, trying to take in that huge monster. Jack moaned, fondling one of his balls with his free hand, letting Rick please him and tease him. With each second that passed, Jack felt more emboldened. Rick really was good at this, he always had been, ever since they'd grown up together... and they'd both grown... and grown.

The first salty, musky blossom of pre hit Rick's tongue, sending off waves of tingling through his mouth. He was soon rewarded with a second, then a third, then a fourth, and then Jack started to gush constantly. The pre thickened, becoming milkier and milkier until it was cum, cum that Rick was nursing from. He swallowed it down, imagining that it was nourishing him, just as it always had, as they always had together... and Rick moaned, a hand moving to rub over his very hard, very swollen cock.

Jack watched Rick suck him off with half lidded eyes, aware one moment that his roommate was changing, and then convinced that was the way he'd always been the next. Rick's days of neglected stubble became weeks, then a month. The blond hair got thicker and thicker, the patchy parts filling into a fine respectable coat. His upper lip darkened, his chin disappeared, his jawline softened. Moment by moment, the hair pushed out, centimeters at a time, then inches.

As eager and hungry as Rick was, Jack was always just a bit too prolific. Rick's cheeks ballooned with cum before some dribbled out into his beard, dribbling down the thick, coarse blond hairs before falling down onto Rick's tightening shirt. Rick always liked to think he was bottomless, that there was no end, but all that cum had to go somewhere. Between Jack's ample semen and his proclivity for bringing home food, Rick had packed on pounds himself over the years... His football player build had melted away, becoming something more like a wrestler, or perhaps an ex-wrestler... maybe even someone that aspired to the art of sumo.

A button popped, then another, then a third. Rick's swelling belly poked out, already covered with a dusting of blond hair. As his stomach rounded, his arms thickened, then his legs. Jack put a paw back on his cock, jerking it up and down. The small part of him that knew he was changing Rick wanted to egg it on, to push it to its limit, to feel what he could do. He wanted to plump his prim and proper roommate up into a real beast, a slob like him, someone to party with and drink with and fuck...

With just a few more gulps, the two made quite the couple. Jack was the biggest raccoon dude that the building had ever seen, but Rick was rivaling him in several ways. His legs were thick and powerful, his belly was full and round, his shoulders were strong and broad, and he'd surpassed Jack in his magnificent beard. It had grown out and down several inches, framing his face with a manly mane... but it might have been the last element that remained clearly man. Little by little, with each greedy guzzle, the blond was shifting in his hair, turning to a light dusty grey. It started at his temples, spreading through his hair in highlights and streaks before settling into the rest. The hair on his chest changed, his bush softened, even his back got a liberal dusting.

Jack Watched his roommate, enjoying their playtime, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted to welcome him into his new life, he wanted a real comrade to make love to. He murmured and growled and hissed a little before he grabbed onto Rick's bearded cheeks and lifted his head. Rick struggled and whimpered, trying to hang on, getting several thick wads of semen splashed across his face and beard. Already there were dark circles around his eyes, his nose darkening, his fingernails turning black. He panted with need and lust, and Jack wasn't going to deny him. Jack growled, showing off his teeth before he grinned.

"I wanna fuck you, buddy..." Jack growled. Rick licked his lips clean of the sperm.

"Really? You want this fat ass to yourself?" he asked playfully, rearing back up to his feet. Jack nodded lustily. Rick grinned and turned, wiggling his plus sized keister a little before he moved into his bedroom. Jack forced himself back up to his feet and ran after his roommate. Rick tried to playfully escape but was soon tackled, knocked onto his bed that seemed a lot bigger than he remembered it.

Rick landed amid the sheets and pillows with a cough, but already Jack was all over him. Rick shivered with delight as he felt those claws raking across his skin, cutting through what was left of his clothing. His shirt had been rendered into scraps, his pants forgotten or disappeared. It wasn't long before Jack's mammoth cock was resting on Rick's fuzzy ass cheeks. Jack drew it back and slid it up, getting it settled like a hot dog in a bun before he lifted his hips, oriented, and lined everything up. Rick's fingers dug into the mattress, though his sharpening nails seemed to get caught on the material.

"Do it, fuck me..." He whispered eagerly, huffing, his beard draining of its golden hue as it turned grey. More of his hair took on shades of brown and a few patches of black, all of it blending and evolving into a natural coat.

Jack didn't need to be begged twice. With a furtive squirt of cum to lube up his roommate, Jack went for it. At first Rick's ass seemed hesitant to accept such a gigantic visitor, but the flesh seemed to stretch and part like rubber. His pucker dilated and expanded, making room. Rick arched his back and threw his head back as he felt his roommate taking him. He'd dreamed of that for so long... hadn't he? Or maybe he just remembered begging Jack for it back in high school, raving that bandit's meat. He moaned harder, shuddering, pushing his ass back to take in more and more. Jack was eager to give.

At first it seemed like a nonverbal negotiation. Jack tried to see how much he could give, and Rick tried to see how much he could take. Rick let out a deep, undulating moan as he felt his pucker stretched even more to accommodate the incoming flesh. It was like he was built for this - for this moment - for Jack. He dug into the mattress more, pressed his hips up, looked back at Jack and gave him a grin. Jack growled in delight at that, one large paw grabbing onto his roommate's hip.

Jack tried to be gentle at first, easing in an inch, then another... but that wasn't his style, and the more they went at it, it didn't seem to be Rick's style either. They were both big boys doing what boys did. Jack thrust in deeper, Rick rose up to meet him. They came together like a wrecking ball and a building that needed demolished, but Rick wouldn't give in that easy. With each thrust, Jack gained a bit more speed and confidence. Rick gained a lot more than that. He moaned, encouraged by the lewd sounds of their fucking.

With just a bit more effort, the bed started to shake and lurch. There was a gentle thumping where the mattress started butting up against the wall. It was a testament to their dedication, to their embrace, to their lifestyle. It was a lifestyle they shared, a lifestyle they had always shared. The changes that Jack had brought home were rippling back through their lives, contaminating Rick's. The medical books were disappearing from the kitchen table, his computer too. His scrubs hanging on the closet door warped and changed to bright orange, oversized cover-alls. The decor shifted, the room got messier, everything was changing to fit two big boys in the city - two big raccoons.

Rick writhed as he felt Jack's cock impale him, pounding deeper and deeper until it found that sweet spot. Rick called out as his prostate got a nudge through walls of flesh, the cock homing in on its target. Rick's heart raced, his skin was dewed with sweat beneath the thickening layer of fuzz, and new sounds came as Rick began warping beyond recognition.

The former medical student's hair had long since shifted to shades of grey, brown and black, but it was getting more intense as the hair crept up his cheeks, spanned his nose, surrounded his eyes and covered his forehead. The fur advanced all over his body. It slunk across his fat, round ass cheeks beneath Jack's paws, it went right up to the edge of his leathery sphincter. It covered his balls as they grew heavier and fuller. Rick's own claws dug into the mattress, getting stuck before he pulled it loose. He moaned out, though the sound was distorted as his throat changed, the shifting creeping up from his inner depths before advancing through his mouth.

Rick felt his teeth sharpen, his tongue shift, even his salivary ducts altering. His nose twitched as it splayed out wider, his nose popped, his jaw snapped, his entire skull ached. What had once been a human face was pushing out into a defined muzzle, but all those sounds took on another life as he went deaf. Even without the sense of sound, there was an odd sensation in Rick's mind.

He could feel the sounds... He could feel the sensation that should have had a rustling as his ears felt like they were being tugged up his scalp. He could feel pressure changes as his sinuses altered, adjusting to his new muzzle. His eyes throbbed, his scalp stung... It was so much without sound, and then his hearing came back. For a moment it was nothing but ringing, but slowly his newly minted raccoon ears adjusted to bring everything in.

Jack admired his roommate's killer bro bod... He was so fuckable, the perfect slut, ready to pound down beers and get pounded by a cock all at once. Jack was so glad Rick had gotten that job with the sanitation department, it gave them enough pay to survive on and the perfect hours to party with. He moaned, burying his fat cock deep in Rick's ass, trying to bring his buddy over the edge... but there was still one thing missing, one thing that didn't feel quite right.

As Jack leaned over RIck's back, he was able to feel just what he'd been worried about. Wriggling up from his penetrated ass, Rick's tail was growing in. It started out a bit like a fleshy cord, looking more like something that belonged to an opossum, but as it stretched out wider, the hair grew thicker. It was just frizzy fuzz at first, but as the centimeters added on, the tail filled out until it was growing in leaps and bounds.

Jack had been impressed to see Rick gain the pounds out of nowhere, but somehow seeing that big tail fill out was just as impressive. It got thicker so fast, longer too, and in moments it was pinned to Rick's back beneath Jack's big belly. He growled, burying his muzzle in it, getting a good whiff. Just the smell of his bro was enough, though he had been fucking him hard for a few good minutes. Jack's claws dug into Rick. His back arched, his hips jutted, he drove himself as deep as he could before he let out a howl.

The huge balls dangling beneath Jack's enormous cock surged with purpose. As much cum as Rick had consumed, it wasn't anything compared to what was starting to invade his ass. Jack held himself as deep as he could get as he came, giving load after load to his roommate. Rick's changes cemented themselves, having crept all the way back through their lives. They'd always been raccoon boys. They'd always been together, their love tangled with their maturation, culminating in sweet and sloppy dates to prom and a life together. Jack collapsed on Rick's back and Rick collapsed onto their bed, cumming hard, his own huge balls giving Jack a run for their money.

The two panted, soaked in sweat and cum, tangled together, furry body pressed to fury body. The two were too worn out to speak, but they didn't have to. They were together, they were in love, they had each other. Their minds buzzed with thoughts of the future and the past at the same time. All doubt had been removed. Their love was certain, their connection secure. Jack cuddled against Rick, holding him. Rick pressed back against his lover, sighing with relief. As crazy as the world got sometimes, they had each other... They had each other, they had the night life, they had their own piece of reality that existed apart from the mundane lives of anyone else. That was enough, that was special, that was worth savoring.

As the two raccoon boys drifted off to sleep, Jack's phone vibrated once in the kitchen. The screen flickered once more, drawing just a bit of energy from the new reality that had been created for the two. The screen lit up, showing Rafa's profile before the app shorted out and the phone turned itself off. Sometimes there were parts of life that had to be their own reward, and there were other times that one's good fortune had a deeper price to pay even if they couldn't remember paying it anymore.