Transfurmation
#1 of Transfurmation
Chapter one: The Change
The planet was alive with nervousness. This was the last day of humanity as it is now known. Tonight, at three in the morning, an asteroid would hit the earth and land in the ocean. The effects of the impact weren't what people were afraid of. The effects of the gasses were. The gasses from the asteroids would cause humans to change, physically and genetically. Humans would become half-animal. Theoretically, their physical form would take the shape of what animal and what physical shape they truly were.
But, a number of humans were excited about this change. One of them was a college sophomore named Tommy. Tommy and his friends were all fairly excited to see how the changes would affect them. In the days leading up to the event, he had dreamt of what species he would look like when he woke up. And, out of vanity, whether or not he would be attractive. As it stood, Tommy was a 20 year old with long brown hair, and sharp blue eyes. He was fairly masculine, his shape formed from martial arts, rugby, volleyball, and free running. He liked how things were, but were very interested to see where things went.
For his last day as Homo Sapien, Tommy did things just the way he normally did. Tonight, he had some food with friends, sparred for a little bit, and then spent the night drinking and carousing. They were drinking at one of his female friends apartments. And the two had gotten close a few times, a little touching done, but nothing too deep.
"Night guys. See you tomorrow!" Tommy said, waving as he left.
"Yeah, but we may not recognize each other." The girl, Sylvia said.
Tommy laughed, stumbling his way to his apartment, which was only a few blocks. He crawled into bed after drinking a few glasses of water, and slept. Tomorrow, when he woke up, things would be completely different.
The next morning, he gave a small sigh and stretched awake, eyes closed still. Gingerly, he raised his hands up to his head, feeling down. He felt high, pointed ears; figuring from them that he was a species of dog. Then, down further, over his mouth. He felt it and couldn't help but grin. It was longer, somewhat muzzle shaped. He opened his mouth, and felt his teeth; two large canines. He had hoped he would become some type of dog!
His hand felt a bit further down, over his chest, and he froze. Squeezing softly, he cursed under his breath. Breasts! Big ones, at that! He bit his lip, sliding his hands further down over a tight, firm stomach, and between his legs.
"Oh, god!" He shouted, face turning red at just how feminine and... sexy his voice sounded. He ran his fingers gingerly over the lips of his soft new pussy, finding it slightly wet. He blushed deeply, bringing his hand up and opening his eyes. The tips of his long, delicate fingers were damp. He stood up, shuddering and swishing his tail around, testing it. Then, he got in front of his full-length mirror.
He gasped.
He was a fox. A red furred fox. On his sides and back, he was a wonderful red-orange. On his stomach, and the stomach, ass, and underside of his muzzle, he was white. His hands up to his wrist were dark brown, and his feet half way up his calf were the same color. His tail was long and fluffy and white at the tips, and he had to admit that he liked the way it looked swishing in front of his full, heart-shaped ass. If he knew that the image in the mirror weren't his, he would think it was a damn sexy woman. His hair was still long, but the brown had turned into a bright white. Not platinum, just pure white, with what looked like almost grey highlights. His breasts were large. They had to be D's, at the smallest. His body was still firm and lithe, his stomach had somewhat-visible abs, making his--her--stomach quite sexy and thin. Her hips were round, giving her a perfect shape. Tommy gave a small sigh, and then pulled a chair up, and sat in it. Leaning back, she gently ran her fingers over her pussy, innocently toying with her clit, causing her to jolt. She spread herself open.
Boy, she seemed tight! She couldn't spread very wide. She stood up again, looking down at her form, and biting her lip. This is what form I truly am? She wondered. God! How the hell would he explain this to everyone else?
She grabbed a T-shirt out of her closet and put it on, marveling and how tight it became over her breasts. The swell caused it to not cover her midriff, leaving some of her taught belly exposed. Her jeans didn't fit well, even after making a hole for the tail. They looked baggy and laughable. He hated to say, but they didn't make her ass look good at all.
Now clothed, she turned in front of the mirror, somewhat innocently playing with her breasts, relatively curiously. She stopped once she found she couldn't keep her nipples from being visible in the fabric, and more importantly when she found that she was getting turned on by the touching. Tapping her finger on her chin, she gave a little sigh. She'd need a new name, now. She pursed her lips. "Celai." She said. "That's my new name...."
His roommate, a friend he made during his first year in college, knocked on his door. "Yo! Tommy! Come out here, dude! Check this shit out!"
Oh no! Mike!
Celai looked through the peephole in her door, and saw Mike. Now, it looked like he was a wiry cat, maybe a cheetah or something. Celai bit her lip. "Give me a moment!" She shouted, cursing just how obviously girly her voice sounded. She noted that she had a great voice, very... Sensual sounding. Hell, maybe she could sing for once!
Celai looked around desperately, but found that she had no alternative. She slowly opened the door. "H-hey." She said, face bright red; almost visible through her fur.
"Oh, holy shit!" Mike said, looking his roommate over, walking around Celai with a big, big grin. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"Dunno," Celai said softly, trying in vain to cover up. Her clothes weren't a good fit. The shirt was too tight in the chest, and didn't cover her stomach. Her pants were baggy, and didn't do her curves justice.
"Damn, dude." Mike said. "You're a fucking bombshell!" He said, pausing behind Celai. "Call me gay, but I can't wait to see that ass in a miniskirt."
Celai flushed again, and winced. She'd have to buy all new clothes! "Well, you wouldn't technically be gay. I mean... I've got..."
"You're all chick?" Mike asked.
Celai just nodded, moving away from him and quickly grabbing a pair of shoes she knew wouldn't fit, slipping them on. They were much too big. "Yes. Just drop it!"
"Sorry." Mike said. "But you're fucking hot. I mean. Seriously."
Celai stood, her tail flitting about furiously. "Shut up!" She said, turning and grabbing her backpack off of a table by the door, then she stormed outside.