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Ginger and Rachel clambered onto the bed, they were sitting Indian style facing each other. Ginger fit her name like a glove. Tall, lanky, pert breasts, taut ass, long blonde hair. She looked all the more Ginger-like next to her shorter, stout friend, Rachel, who was Asain, with long brown silk hair, thin and crisp, and had just the right amount of chub.

They were giddy.

"Get it?"

"I did!"

"Holy heck, let me see!"

Rachel produced, from between her pudgy breasts, a vial.

Ginger grabbed for it. Rachel, though smaller, was able to keep it away from her.

"There is only one dose here. We are going to have to share it."

"Rachel. I know, I know. Oh my gosh, I am so excited."

"I just can't believe we are doing this."

"Me either. Though, I think my thoughts on the issue might be a little different than yours. Come on, you'll love it."

"I know... I am excited, and scared."

And with that, Ginger took the vial, uncorked it, drank half, handed it to Rachel, and she began to giggle. Just waiting.

Rachel looked at it, sniffed it even. Faint traces of fruitiness, like oranges, or mangoes. The bottle was done before they knew it and it was casually cast aside.

"Anything?"

"I don't know, I don't know! Never done this before. Oh my gosh. I can't wait."

"Who'd thought we'd drink a transformation potion? They are so expensive."

"Less so when they are temporary." Ginger winked, "I wish it was permanent."

"Jeez. Ginger, wow. You really are into this, ain't you?"

"Ain't you?"

"I mean, I... Well, I guess..."

Ginger was so excited, practically bouncing on the bed. She even stood up and started pacing the bedroom, barely able to contain her glee and excitement, it was fuming off her like cheap perfume. In her excitement, she hadn't noticed...

"Ginger...?" Rachel asked quietly.

Rachel froze, becoming aware of herself. She didn't feel it, not right away, not just then, but she felt something the moment that she was brought out of her little enrapture of jubilant glee.

She was taller, she felt it, what once was eye level to her, say like the dresser, the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, the television --- they were all smaller now. She was taller.

"Oh my god! Am I growing?... Are you?"

Rachel didn't want the answer, but secretly, she definitely, definitely did. The potion was cut in half, the extremes wouldn't be as extreme, but she was hoping it would retain its potency and just, perhaps, maybe, knock off the top that it temporarily lasted.

Rachel placed her knee-high socked feet on the carpet and stood up. There was a shot of vertigo in her as she did so. It was perhaps as odd to her as it was for Ginger, but Rachel was always a little pudgier, a little smaller, a little more round than tall, so this was much more a difference to her than Ginger.

The Asian felt her body alter and change, it wasn't hard, and her stomach was rounder but to accommodate for the size alteration, her stomach leaned and narrows and sucked in on itself. She was growing.

They both were.

They both were. And they were now sharing the mirthful excitement. They stood, Rachel still the smaller, gawking at each other.

This was a sleepover, and they dressed appropriately in loose-fitting colorful feminine pajamas. Rachel's pink, to riff off her skin tone, and Gingers was dark blue, to make her bright blonde hair more yellow.

One would think the expansion, the transformation, the alteration, would be painful. It was not. Their eyes glazed over with more than excitement, more than youthful thrill in the daring bold adventure they embarked on. There was a trace of delight, allure, and desire in those eyes as they looked at each other.

They breathed heavily. The friend's lusty intent is very, very contagious. Nothing felt better than being appreciated in such vivid, obvious detail.

The pudgy tummy of Rachel's melted aware and went smooth as a surfboard, tight and taut, well maintained and sleek. Gingers was already smooth, but never carved from granite or steel, chiseled and muscular in a feminine way.

"You look gorgeous."

"You look fucking hot!" Ginger practically growled.

Jesus. She DID growl.

The transformation was a meager thing, it just pushed the buttons just right, what fueled it was pure and absolute arousal and passion. This room was filled to the brim with such emotions and sensations.

"You think?" Rachel said with a coy smile, her little humble and geek shell being shattered with just one statement.

"Oh, you look good enough to eat."

They didn't notice it on themselves but on the others. Fur started to percolate up from them. The fur oozing from their flesh, all of their flesh. It started like peach fuzz, little stubble. Like grass growing as summer began. Just a little. All over. Stomach, arms, and legs. Every inch of flesh visible carried this brush of growth.

Ginger huffed and let out a little moan as she grew taller. Her transformation accommodated this growth by her own socked feet expanding. She felt each alteration. It was like a vague tingling up and down her body as fur was growing, but her feet, her hands, that was where the real party was. They grew, twisting and contorting. It would be horrifying, terrifying even, if not for the sensation of sensual delight that accompanied the transformation.

Nails grew with the feet. The socks gave way, slowly. Ebony dark solid nails jutted from toes... cutting into, and biting the socks. Pushing through. Out. The feet rapidly gained dimensions, thicker and fuller. The feet were nothing akin to feet anymore. They were, well, paws?

Hairy as paws and those nails? They rounded out into something more like claws. She casually lifted a massive paw and looked at the bottom, it had pads.

This, obviously, aroused Rachel so much that she activated her own sordid transformation. Hers mimicked the padded feet of her friend, but it was not that that truly was eye-popping for Ginger. Those breasts, thick and full and voluptuous and vast, started to collapse in on themselves. They churned, churned, and migrated their weight down the chest, belly, right to her groin.

Her ass started to fill out, and so too did her pelvis region. Her clit expanded and grew.

"Oh, oh fuck. SHIT! OH MY GOD!" The Asian couldn't help but gasp, her hands... her paws, went to her pajamas, just testing and teasing the new sensitively growing groin region.

What made her a female was disappearing. What made her Asian? Equally disappearing.

Neither cared about anything. So desperate for more of this sensation.

Those paws rubbed against the growing cock, and with each caress, the cock bulged even mightier than before, raging, raw, wanting to fuck, wanting to just... devour and plunge and just fuck. And be admired. And they were all about admiring the bodies.

Rachel felt the heft and heaviness of her cock, it was just so much, too much... but she was stable. Large, tall, thick, with paws, strength. Her cock grew beyond what one might even consider normal. Her balls started like tennis balls, to basketballs, fur brushing against them, a coating of white.

Ginger turned around and watched in amazement as jutting from behind her was a tail. A fluffy, puffy, wild tail. The hairs grew every which way on her. If it was a pore, it was sprouting hair. Her newly grown tail was no different. It squirmed and wiped left and right until it pried itself out of the pajamas. It raised upward and outward.

FUUMMMPPP! It plushed out like a toy. The tail was significantly expansive with hair. It was so soft too.

Both girls --- fem-bois, really, with their massive cocks, massiver balls, a tail to be proud of, paws, and coat to boot, were stunners. And they were obviously absolutely okay with it.

The very act of transformation had left them both tired, panting, not just from the physical strain, but from being in absolute heat for so long throughout the ordeal, nonstop.

The musk coated mostly the cocks, but their fur was matted and slicked down from the perspiration. They smelt like that fragrance of that vial they drank from - Oranges.

And cream.

"How long you think this will last?" Rachel said, purring, her eyes wide, whites of them completely open and vivid, broadcasting her lewd wants and desires.

"Forever, I hope." Ginger leaped over the bed, a feat once difficult, but in new large form, the feet made the feat very easy.

The fem-bois tumbled together.

They were going to enjoy this while it lasted.