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Big Daddy Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

The sun was setting slowly toward the horizon, filling the heavens with brilliant shades of red and orange and purple. Even with the bulk of the day gone, the air was still warm and placid. It was a beautiful view at the park, especially for one who could truly appreciate it. Joe sat on the wooden bench situated up on the small deck overlooking the wetlands. Tall grasses swayed in the warm breeze, trailing off into the distance almost like a living sea. Joe had always been one to relish and adore nature, but opportunities to do so had been growing more and more remote. Work was taking up all of his time and what wasn't spent in retail was spent online.

He didn't feel that his life was bad, most certainly not as bad as it could have been, but something was off. Something was lacking. He knew there would be consequences for not rushing home to attend to his second job online, but he didn't care. He needed a moment to reflect, to unwind, to let the ache out of his feet. Joe closed his eyes for a long moment before reaching up to rub at his hairy cheek.

The man was twenty eight years old and stood at six feet even. His body type wasn't the most typical. He had broad shoulders and a fair bit of muscle hidden beneath a modest layer of fat. With the exception of his rounded stomach, his weight didn't seem to call attention to itself. He had shaggy brown hair kept in check by at home haircuts and he had a short beard at the length mandated by his company. He'd lived within the confines of requirement for so long and it finally felt like he'd had enough.

Joe took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. He enjoyed the warm breeze, the view of the sunset and being out doors... but he couldn't run from it all forever. Joe rose to his size fifteen feet and turned to leave, pausing with a soft gasp as he saw two beady eyes looking back at him. A raccoon was standing on his hind haunches, his front paws draped onto the wooden deck. The black beady eyes ringed by the raccoon mask gazed back before the animal skittered away, disappearing into the brush. Joe was startled the creature had come so close at first, but then he noticed something shiny on the wood. He bent down and picked it up, feeling the weight of the ring in his hands. It was steel, engraved with a soft script and had a thinner needle at the gap of the ring near the top. Joe played with it a bit before seeing that the needle slid back out of the way.

"Did someone lose this?" Joe called out, looking around... But there wasn't anyone around. The houses were dark, the streets empty. His white Honda sat on the side of the street, dormant and still. Joe looked back at the ring, wondering if the poor raccoon would have choked on it. He decided to tuck the ring into the pocket of his polo shirt, returning to his car. As Joe lowered himself down into the seat and turned the engine on, he took one last longing glance back to the park before the car pulled out and headed toward home. Joe smiled gently, moving down side streets and past the cul-de-sacs that filled the area. It was nice living in the suburbs, as if nature was only a stone's throw away. Joe continued to smile, though two tiny points appeared against his shirt as his nipples grew erect. There was no reason, except perhaps the weight resting in the pocket of his shirt as he made his way back to his den.

****

Rich smells filled Joe's kitchen, though it was hard to pick out exactly what went to what. The young man rarely cooked after work, falling back onto TV-dinners and other easy meals. Tonight was a very different story. He seemed to be foraging for anything that tasted good, including steak and eggs and there was even an acorn squash roasting in the oven. Joe watched everything coming together, lifting a bottle of beer to his lips, tipping it back. He'd never liked beer before, but it felt like it was time to finally unwind and his uncle had left a bottle or two on his last visit.

Joe flipped the steak over, pausing to look at the back of his hand. There were bits of hair sticking out from his knuckles and the outer edge of the back of his hands. It wasn't entirely abnormal but Joe had always felt that hands should be the cleanest part of the body and shaved the hair off... It was back after just one day. Joe shrugged and pushed it out of his mind, dishing up his food. He carried it over to the table that had already been loaded down. There were mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, sausage and a bowl of peaches. It was a veritable feast, one Joe was going to enjoy greatly.

****

The hours had passed and night had settled in. The many dishes from dinner had been stacked in the sink to do the next day and Joe was ready for bed. He wobbled down the hallway of the ranch style home, his hands sliding up under his polo shirt, rubbing his belly. He felt so full and so good, like he'd filled a hole in his heart with food and beer. Still, all that food was pushing everything else through his system and he had to take a good piss.

Joe turned into the bathroom and moved for the toilet, though as he passed the mirror he stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't sure why, but his reflection had been too dark. Joe turned and looked at his image, his eyes widening. Since his freshman year of college, Joe had always had a 'carved out' beard. It went around his mouth, covered his chin, followed his jaw and went up the back of his cheeks... It was just that the sideburn and chinstrap portions were kept neat with occasional shaving. Joe would have let it all grow in if anything substantial grew on his cheeks, but just like his hands he had always kept the cheeks clean... and just like his hands, it was fuzzier than it should have been.

Fingers reached up, tracing what felt like a week's worth of grow out. Joe was perplexed and mystified, but he also had to admit he was turned on. His cock grew hard, blood rushing into it as the length moved down his leg, tenting against his pants. His nipples were hard too, jostling the ring in his pocket - a ring that Joe had nearly forgotten about. Joe reached in and fished it out, looking at the engraved nose ring with a bit of mirth.

"I bet someone really is missing you... Someone bad ass most likely." Joe said, wondering what he'd look like with it on. He brought the nose ring up, letting it dangle in front of his nostrils. It was almost as thick as they were, likely making breathing difficult. Still, the contrast of the steel ring with his brown beard was striking and Joe felt a chill go through his spine. He looked... sexy.

It was a feeling Joe had almost never had in his life, but it wasn't one he wanted to give up. Joe took a soft breath, wanting to know what it really looked like. It'd just be for a second anyway. He found the tiny nub on the ring and pulled the needle back, sliding the nose ring up into his nose. It hugged his septum. Joe found it hard to position, the ring so thick and his fingers making it even tighter. Joe just about had it right when his finger slipped.

The pain was instantaneous, a throbbing in the middle of his nose that spread out into the rest of his face... but what followed the pain was a sense of giddy shock. The nose ring was hanging from his own face. Joe knew it was completely unsterile, that he'd likely get an infection... but he was staring at his own reflection, a bearded guy with a nose ring. It was so sexy that Joe knew what he had to do. His hand lowered, reaching for the zipper, pulling it down as he fished around for his cock. Before he found it, a heat began radiating through his face.

Joe looked up, watching as the black of his eyes began spreading out, covering them completely. There was no hazel, no white, just solid black. Joe stood there, motionless, his hand half holding his cock. For a moment nothing happened, but then it all started to happen at once. The bristly brown hair that covered his face started to grow out faster, filling in the gaps in his cheeks until it was all uniformly thick, then growing out longer. Joe's mustache pushed out, curving down to drop over his upper lip. The hair along his chin got thicker as well, making the goatee portion quite thick.

Inch by inch, the hair extended, Joe's lips disappearing entirely. The cheeks caught up to the fluff on the rest of his face, the beard growing out in every direction. It stuck out from the sides of his face and descended down from his jaw, thick and bushy from his throat to his chin. The beard extruded outward, but as it grew it seemed to be sapping something from the rest of the human.

All of Joe's testosterone had already started to take its toll, thinning his hair a bit. The accelerated process caused the hair to start shedding from his head, revealing more and more shiny flesh. It made Joe look older to have such a large beard and no head hair, but it suited him. The maturity brought out his strength. Even the hair on his arms was getting thicker, but it wasn't the only thing.

Ever so slowly, the tan polo shirt the young man had been wearing was riding up. It sloped outward along the bottom curve of Joe's belly, though the stomach seemed hairier than before. The reason for the shirt rising became apparent as soon as Joe's navel was exposed. His body was processing the feast, turning it into extra weight. His large frame was holding more fat by the second, his belly expanding and rounding along with his pecs. Joe passed three hundred pounds, then three fifty. Every change made him look more mature, especially as the beard reached his collar bone, almost long enough to obscure his thicker chest.

In the midst of all the changes, some part of Joe's mind had retained control. It was the libidinous part. His fingers pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard cock. Soon the meat shaft was ensnared, the hand sliding forward and back, squeezing and caressing it. The cock hardened and lengthened, pushing out with each stroke just like the rest of Joe's body. He gazed at himself with solid black eyes, his mouth hidden behind beard, his belly becoming epic.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Joe had been facing that lingering fear about reaching thirty. He'd still felt young and feared aging, but at the same time there was something cool about being around longer, being more experienced. Joe didn't look like some bearded post grad anymore. He looked like a man, a very adult man... maybe even a dad. Joe tipped his head back and let out a growl of delight at that thought, a surge moving through him... and it was that surge that pushed him over the edge.

The hair that had been thickening on Joe's arms continued to push out, but it was no longer simple hair. The brown pigment turned gray, darkening as it approached his hands and feet. The hair on his knuckles turned pitch black and began spreading outwards, coating his hands in fur like gloves. It seemed quite strange, but no stranger than the flesh on his finger tips swelling. Even his fingernails turned black, honing into points, sinking into the fingers.

Joe's paws worked his swelling cock as he grunted and moaned, his eyes clenching shut. As they shut, soft black fur began pushing out across his face, mostly around his eyes. It formed a mask that crept all the way back to his ears. Seeming out of place only for a moment, gray fur began to cover Joe's smooth scalp and nose, filling in the gaps. The fur even swept over his ears, leaving no bit of flesh exposed on his head... a head that was changing quickly.

The former human's ears began to stretch upwards, taking on vaguely teardrop shaped extensions. The outer edges were a dark gray, leaving white fluff inside. He seemed to be a tapestry of monochromatic colors. Even his massive beard was turning gray, the color of the fur leaking down the long strands. Joe worked his cock off even harder with his raccoon paws, feeling the cock stretch and grow more moist.

The fur on the man's arms filled in the gaps, climbing up in soft grays, covering his shoulders and chest and back. The fur covering his chest and belly were lighter but blended in all the same. The fur dropped down over his ass cheeks and hips, then his legs. A soft straining sound came as the fur filled the already tight size fifteen shoes. Leather warped and laces popped, the shoe stretching in every direction before it burst like a water balloon. Thick, wide, black furry paws exploded out from where the shoes had once been.

Joe continued to jack off as he changed, letting out soft chittering noises. His fur coat engulfed his entire body, filling in every gap... but the domination of the change was far from over. Joe continued to jack off even as his balls sagged and drooped, but the descent was only to give them room. His testicles expanded, filling his furry sack more and more. Joe's ass cheeks clenched in pleasure, although that sensation became a forgotten memory as his cheeks pulled apart.

The reveal was two fold, exposing Joe's ass hole to the world... as well as the new baby tail descending from his waist. At first it seemed no larger than a lucky rabbit's foot, but it dropped down to six inches, then eight and ten and twelve. The fur covering the growth alternated between black and grayish brown, the colors becoming more distinct as the tail stretched out longer and wider. The fluff was huge, the tail seeming almost as wide as Joe's ass... and still it grew, dropping down to two feet in length, then eventually three.

Joe's tail flicked back and forth, complimenting the raccoon man well. He had a thick cock, a huge furry belly, a big tail... and from his moaning, drooling jaw came a crack and a pop as the bones began to stretch. His nose pushed out first, carrying the acquired nose ring with it. His face expanded into a muzzle, the huge beard folding around the new 'terrain' of his face.

The raccoon moved one huge foot paw to the right, then the other to the left. His center of gravity was changing, not just from the growth of his face but the rest of his body. His spine elongated, his head shifted and his belly grew. He was huge, a mane of hair hanging from his face, his head with a uniform length of raccoon fur. He was huge, he was horny... and he felt like he was a daddy, but he had no kids, no kits to run around. It was time to change that. The large raccoon pulled the tattered remains of his clothing off, tossing them aside as he made his way out of the bathroom and down the hall, ready to forage for the next generation.

****

The dull glow of the street lights shimmered off the car windshields, coupled by the still quiet of the middle of the night. Few people were up at such a late hour, but even fewer were still in high school. A senior moved down the street, brown eyes gazing through thick framed black glasses. His black hair was worked back into a quiff, complimented by the tight skinny jeans he wore to accentuate his ass and the white shirt that showed off what few muscles his lanky frame had.

Gage enjoyed being a hipster. He got into swanky clubs without being carded, he got served fast in coffee shops and he had his pick of anyone he wanted, if he were into anyone. The only downside was that his style made his parents wary. They never would have let him attend the party even if it was the social scene of the century. Still, it had gone off without a hitch. He'd snuck out, had his fun and all he had to do was sneak back into bed and try for a sick day the following morning.

The teenager turned and began moving across his front lawn, pausing as he heard a rustling in the bushes near the garbage cans. He waited a long moment but there was no more sounds. He passed it off as some cat in heat or some raccoon foraging around before he proceeded to his window. With a careful manipulation of his painted nails, he brought the window up slowly and slipped his leg through.

As Gage straddled the window ledge, he paused, spotting something shiny in the grass. It was most peculiar. He'd mowed the lawn earlier in the day and had ensured that there wasn't anything that could hurt the blades. Gage wanted to just forget about it and go back to bed, but something about the shiny glint of metal ensnared him. Gage climbed back out of his window and moved across the lawn, bending down to pick up one gold ring and then another. They were earrings... and they were so very shiny.

Gage gazed at the metal as if he was golem, coveting the shiny rings that called to his soul. He licked his lips softly, gazing at them, unaware that someone was gazing right back at him from the corner of his vision. Joe stood in the bushes, watching the hipster, stroking his thick, hot, hard raccoon cock. Joe grinned softly.

"You have to try them on... See how amazing you look." Joe whispered, his voice carried on the wind. Gage blushed a bit but then lift the strange earring up to his right ear. He hadn't yet pierced his ears and yet he had no fear of the retractable needles. He pulled them back, situated them and let go. The sting came to his right ear, then his left, but then they were in... dangling away.

A surge of energy moved through Gage at once. He moaned softly as the crotch of his skinny jeans grew quite tight, bulging outward. His painted fingernails began to stretch into claws, but the most distinct change came from the teen's upper lip. Black stubble appeared, pushing out into a faint fuzz. The faint fuzz grew longer into a distinct mustache. The hair elongated and curved, curling at the edges as if styled by wax. In moments Gage had a stache worthy of a dandy, making him look like a very different kind of hipster.

Gage looked up as the rustling returned, his eyes widening. A six foot five, four hundred and fifty pound raccoon man emerged from his hiding spot. His hands and feet were black up to his elbows and knees like furry boots, his claws sharp and shiny. His back was gray, his stomach was almost white and he had the distinctive black mask around his beady black eyes... but the massive brownish gray beard that hung all the way from his muzzle down to his big furry belly was quite abnormal.

Joe's thick striped tail swayed behind him as he approached the changing boy, watching him stand there, paralyzed in terror. The raccoon walked right up to Gage until his huge belly pressed against the boy's flat stomach. He reached a paw out, lifting Gage's head until they were eye to eye... and then Joe kissed the boy.

Gage's eyes turned solid black at once and his resolve melted. Soon he was kissing Joe, their mustaches rubbing. Gage began to press against the raccoon tighter, grinding and humping. Joe chuckled as they broke the kiss and he stepped back, his paw hefting up a foot long cock.

"You need to make daddy proud, suck down my meet." Joe said.

"Y... yes daddy..." Gage said, slowly lowering to his knees. His hands reached up reverently. The trendy teen stroked the cock before bringing his mouth to the fat head, his tongue licking and slurping at the slit before his lips parted and he went in deeper. Joe groaned in bliss, watching the mustached teen suck him off... but it was already too late for him.

In addition to the mustache, Gage had started to grow whiskers - not the human kind, but long dangling whiskers pushing out of his cheeks. His ears grew pointed, a light black fuzz covering them. Gage soon lost all hearing as the ears began to move up higher on his head. His hair parted to give the ears access and as they settled, his ears popped once more, hearing restored. The new ears twitched a bit but Gage took more of the cock in.

The sharp nails that had wrapped round the cock before him stretched out into claws, portions of Gage's fingers and palms swelling into palm pads. His carefully groomed arms grew hairy and then furry, the black filling in along his wrists, spreading upwards more and more until it reached his shoulders... shoulders that were growing. While Gage had always been fit, he had never been especially muscled, at least until now.

His white shirt strained, black fluff pushing out around the collar and then the pits. His arms thickened, his pecs pushed out and his shoulders widened. There was a pop, a snap, then a tearing noise. The shirt split down the side, then the other side, draped over Gage's shoulders like some sort of loose apron. Gage slurped and sucked with more dedication, almost as if he was feeding... and Joe was happy to feed him.

With each slurp, Gage changed more. His skinny jeans grew tight, bulging out in the ass, his legs thickening. Denim had much more strength, more resilience. Gage started to squirm and shift uncomfortably as the pressure grew, but still his muscles expanded. The jeans stretched to obscene proportions before at last they blew out. The fabric flew off from around his ass, his underwear already torn inside. Two fuzzy black ass cheeks pushed out, a wiggling tail bone growing into the open space quickly.

Gage stuffed his face tighter and tighter down around the cock in his maw, but each time he pulled back, his face stretched. His jaws and lips pushed forward, his nose elongated and his brow ridge changed. The solid black eyes opened for a moment before closing again, his muzzle stretching wide. The tip of the teen's nose turned up, exposing his nostrils as the nose turned black and moist. Black fur erupted behind it, covering the bridge of his nose and his cheeks, then his jaw and throat. The hair disappeared into his hairline and the last of his human flesh disappeared.

With his ears and muzzle and paws, Gage was clearly a black raccoon. While the coloring was somewhat rare, it seemed that the quiff on his head and the hipster stache above his lips were there to stay. He was muscled, fit and large... but not nearly as large as his father. Joe grunted and moaned, watching Gage's tail grow out to full length before he panted and grunted.

Gage's whiskers and ears twitched as he felt his father's cock pulse... and then came the rewarding flood of sperm down his throat. Gage gulped it down greedily, delighted and enthralled with how wonderful it was. It nourished him body and soul, cementing his changes. He swallowed every drop and licked his father clean, so focused on his daddy's orgasm that he didn't realize his own cock was dribbling seed into the front lawn.

As the minutes passed, Joe finally pulled out of his first son's mouth. Gage shifted his weight and rose back to his feet, smiling deeply. Joe leaned in and licked his son's lips before he put an arm around Gage's waist, leading him back into the bushes. Gage no longer remembered why they had been in that specific yard, nor did he care. He was with his daddy and he knew everything was going to be okay.

****

The long night was finally over and a new day had dawned. The air was still chilled and humid with the lowered dew point, but an incredibly fresh breeze filtered through the leaves of the trees. It almost seemed as if the world itself had not yet awoken. The pink light of sunrise was not enough yet to wake the birds. Cars sat dormant in driveways and on curbs. There was no movement of any sort, save for two pairs of feet coming down side by side along the road.

Jesse and Zack had been roommates for two years at the university. They had option to swap out for other people, but they never would have gone for it. Every day they learned more similarities between themselves. They loved organic food, believed in eating locally, exercising, fasting and supporting nature in any way possible. They also were early risers and it was always good to jog with company.

Jesse had dishwater blond hair cut short while Zack had dark brown, almost black hair. They looked all American with a bit of muscle, a bit of shoulder but still a bit lanky. Their tank tops were loose, the cold morning air keeping their nipples firm. While men of the modern age, the boys still had fallen into some traps of forgotten fashion. Neon headbands rounded their heads to absorb sweat and arm bands did the same just above their elbows.

The boys rounded the suburban corner of the road, passing wrought iron fences and open lawns alternating, passing beneath the tree. As they came up the edge of the hill, the light of drawn grew brighter, shining off of the dew drops clinging to the blades of grass on either side. It felt like they were ascending into heaven... and then ahead of them there was movement. Dozens and dozens of metal rings scattered out onto the road, sparkling and shimmering. Part of the glint came from the dawn light, but the rings were shinier than they had any right to be.

Jesse and Zack slowed, transfixed and mesmerized by the shinnies. Their fingers flexed as they contemplated the rings, not even turning to look at one another. It was as if they had been struck by gold fever. The young men moved over, bending down in traffic, scooping the shinnies up. They fondled them, stroked them, adored them. When they reached for the same ring, Jesse turned and hissed at Zack. Zack reluctantly gave up that ring before going more.

The boys used their loose shirts to gather the rings, but soon having them wasn't enough. Zack looked at them, played with them and realized how they opened. He played with the needles a bit before he brought one up to his nipple and let go. He winced and then moaned as it sunk into the flesh, doing the same to his other nipple, feeling the weight of them hanging from his chest meat.

Seeing his friend managing to put the amazing rings to some use, Jesse emulated, piercing his own nipples before taking it a step further. He brought one down to his navel and worked it into the flesh, taking more rings upwards next. He clipped one into his right ear, then his left. Zack paid no attention to Jesse, sliding a big ring over his lower lip before letting go, grunting hard.

The two had been so entranced by the rings that they didn't notice the changes starting to take root. The flesh around Zack's nipples was growing hairy, thick curls of grayish fur pushing out. Jesse's stomach had grown hairy as well, but more than that it was growing in general. His well toned, fit body was warping, as if showing what would happen if Jesse had taken a more conventional approach to college life.

His hairy stomach rounded and bloated while his chest remained flat, the epitome of a beer belly. Jesse gave almost a drunk giggle as he ran his hands over his belly, admiring his size. His grin was bright in the morning sun, but so where the soft blond hairs pushing out of his face. It came in wispy and unrestrained, forming a loose two part mustache before hair dropped down from his chin.

Jesse groaned, feeling hornier and hornier. He pushed his jogging shorts down and watched a fat, hard cock spring out. He was about to curl his fingers around it and jerk off to that alone before he paused, looking at the rings that were still gathered in the folds of his shirt. He pulled one out and brought it down to his cock, sliding it into his urethra before letting go, tipping his head back as it had anchored.

Next to Jesse, Zack was experiencing his own physical renovation. The hair on his arms thickened quite noticeably and so did the hair on his cheeks. Thick curls of black dropped down, covering the back of his face, getting so long that it hung down from the sides of his jaw, bushed out and up. Bit by bit, his well groomed hair pushed out on patches, becoming shaggy. His skin seemed to firm a bit around the new hair as muscles bulged beneath the surface.

It was hard to define at first, but both boys seemed more resilient somehow. They didn't look like the kind of boys that spent their waking hours calculating optimum balances of food and exercise, but rather boys that worked hard and played hard, pushing themselves to their limits. They looked like the kind of boys one might find in the countryside on a farm dong menial labor... but they weren't going to look just that way for long.

Zack's mutton chops ended just as his raccoon whispers started pushing out, his nose turning black and turning up slowly. The fingers tugging his nipple ring started to develop paw pads and claws, the fur from his wrists pushing out over the back of his hand. Jesse's blond scraggly beard began to lose color, turning a dull gray as black fur spurted around his eyes and crossed his nose. Even the hair on his head turned gray, though it remained fairly shaggy and distinct.

The boys remained in the road, jacking themselves off as the fur spread. It covered their chests and backs, shoulders and arms, their hips and legs. The jogging shorts they wore started to strain as their asses grew bigger, rounding outwards and swelling. Their hips rounded more as well, and their balls grew in size. Their sacks were fuzzy and new sheaths were forming at the base of their rods, but still they didn't care.

The jogging shoes, well worn, were no match for the forming paws. The leather stretched and popped, laces going lip as the shoes unfolded around the runners. Jesse and Zack's foot paws spilled out, growing furry and clawed, paw pads swelling. The boys grunted and squeaked, writhing and shifting as their ears pushed into points and migrated up their heads slowly, pushing through their furry hair before springing up at the top.

The changing raccoons murmured and grunted, feeling hot, thick, yellowed cum begin leaking out of their bloated, large shafts... but it was only a prelude. They worked their meat hard as their faces began to ache and throb,. The boys that had once been so fit seemed slack jawed now as the bones pushed forward and muscles stretched.

Inch by inch, their faces worked forward into muzzles, muzzles locked in looks of ecstasy. Their humanity had ebbed away and so too had their resolve. Their cocks soon spurted in unison, spraying raccoon seed all over the street. They moaned and wobbled and nearly collapsed, but as their senses returned, they smelled something in the air... musk.

Their beady black eyes turned and saw a huge fat bearded raccoon on the side of the road, watching them as a younger raccoon with a fat curled mustache sucked him off. The two raccoons got up, rings dropping from the remains of their clothes as they scampered over to be with their own kind. Joe smiled to Jesse and Zack, reaching out to pet their heads as they moved forward.

"Welcome my sons, its good to see you... but one lesson. Never play in the road again. It's dangerous for raccoons to be in the road. I don't want anything bad to happen to my boys. Understood?" Joe asked.

"Yes... pa." Jesse murmured softly.

"It won't happen again pa." Zack replied. Joe grinned at that.

"I know it won't. Now, it must be time for you boys to get a good breakfast. Come on." Joe said, turning to lead them back into the woods. Gage pulled off Joe's cock reluctantly. He'd grown even more since his first transformation, nourished by the seed of his father. Joe led the three kits along, feeling quite distinctly powerful. He really was their daddy and they were his boys. Life was going to be great.

****

Deep orange sunset light speared through the dusty window panes of the old abandoned warehouse, landing on the cement floor. Dust danced through the beams of light, disappearing into the dark of the rest of the building where the light was unable to reach. The warehouse hadn't been touched up much since it had been inhabited, but there was a large full length mirror off to one corner where Joe stood.

He ran his paws through his thick gray beard, feeling all the curls and bulk. He ran his other paw over his huge, rotund belly and his fattened sheath. He felt good about himself, better than he had in his entire life. He was free to love himself and what he was after a life of doubt and shame. It was potent and powerful, but even more powerful than that was the power to create more of his kind. Joe turned, glancing over to the pile of sleeping raccoon kits in the corner, a grin crossing his muzzled face.

"Boys, its time to wake up!" Joe called out. There were resistant groans and murmurs but slowly the boys got up, still wearing their clothes from the day before. Gage had embraced his hipster raccoon-ness. He'd found used jeans that hugged his ass and he had thick suspenders that ran up past his fat, pierced nipples. Even Gage's quiff was thicker, accentuating his style.

Jesse and Zack were next to get up, appearing almost like twins. They'd stolen some clothes, full length over-alls, though neither seemed to fit. Jesse's showed off the belly he had just like his father while Zack's was too short, showing off his furry chest. Both sported erections, revealing they wore nothing under the overalls. They both also had baseball caps. Jesse's was backwards, a tuft of gray fur sticking out of the hole while Zack wore his with the brim forward, just tilted a bit up. They looked quite redneck, if a raccoon could be redneck.

The boys moved over to Joe and lined up as part of their morning ritual. Gage leaned in, their mustaches mingling as their tongues tangled, saliva leaking from the corner of their mouths before they parted. Zack pushed up ahead of Jesse to get the next kiss, his muzzle interlocking with his father's. As they parted, they rubbed black noses, two septum rings clicking together.

Last was little Jesse. While he wasn't technically the youngest, he seemed a little like it... and he also seemed the most like his father. Their bellies touched, their groins pressed together and their bearded faces meshed as they kissed. Joe thrust his tongue in and out of Jesse's mouth, making his kit suck his tongue down. A paw came up, combing through their mutual gray facial hair, combing them together and then apart. Jesse quivered in delight before he came a little, the front of his overalls getting quite wet.

"So what are we doing today, pa?" Zack asked. Joe pulled back from Jesse slowly, a string of saliva connecting their lips before the big daddy raccoon looked at his boys, smiling.

"We'll forage a bit, have some fun, collect some shinnies... but I need to get you more brothers. Our poor family is just too small. I don't want my boys cold when we sleep in a pile at night." Joe said. The boys squeaked and chattered in excitement, looking at each other excitedly.

"What will our brothers be like?" Gage asked.

"They will be manly raccoons of course... once we're done with them, but before that point they could be anything. All it takes is a fascination with the shiny and they'll be one of us." Joe said, patting Gage's puffy hair before he moved to the door, strutting out into the waning day with his boys following after. One by one they disappeared into the light, their black and gray striped tails swaying over eager asses, ready to make an even larger family.