Description
Joe froze as the hose sprayed him, soaking him from head to toe. He felt cold despite the heat of the day-- and not just thanks to the fact that he felt like he had just thrown himself bodily into a pool. A growing tingle suffused his form and his skin began to crawl as though covered with goosebumps. If only it was[ just goosebumps.
"Whoops! Sorry!” shouted one of his careless fellow residents at the college dorm’s annual car wash fundraiser. Several others laughed.
Yeah. Real, real sorry. This... had been a bad idea, Joe reflected as he felt the changes bubble up in his body. Maybe he had enough time to make some polite excuses and get somewhere private? He glanced down, watching his fingers merge into dark claws as deep purple markings appeared on the back of his hands. Milky white fur hissed faintly as it grew, rapidly covering his body. Nnnnnope.
“Hey Joe! Don’t just stand there, help us— whoah!” The Australian exchange student— Rick, or something?— froze as he watched Joe’s ears stretch out, their white tips weaving their way through his soaked black hair as the grew into wavy, almost horn-like scoops. “Joe? You’re, uh…”
“Don’t worry— nggghh!— about it,” the transforming medical student grunted, gritting sharpening teeth as his nose and mouth pushed out into a cute feminine muzzle. Oh good, his voice was already going. Why, exactly, had he worn a white shirt today? Fantastic.
The usual playful banter of the car wash slowly petered out as Joe’s predicament caught their attention. Joe was pretty sure he heard a muffled gasp as his body grew slightly, growing increasingly feminine as his— whoops, that wrenching sensation and sudden empty feeling meant it was her, now— hips pressed out against her blue nylon shorts. She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to adjust her clothes to allow the short, otter-like tail to slide out over the top of her waistband and increasingly plush posterior.
Jomon felt her clawed feet snap through the flimsy plastic of her sandals, leaving her barefoot against the cool tile of the walkway. Well, that only left the— ah, there they were. She yelped involuntarily as increasingly sensitive nipples hardened under the clammy grasp of her cotton shirt, and felt the hem of her shirt begin to ride upward. Her budding breasts inflated with every gasping breath— first minuscule A-cups, then B’s… The growing mounds raced through the alphabet, finally setting on D’s.
Shifting awkwardly, Jomon readjusted herself, tugging at straining, soaked clothing in a vain attempt to take clothing fitted to a thin male and make it comfortable on her undeniably feminine frame. She quickly suppressed the suggestion of her digimon instincts, shoving images of sharp black claws rending the annoying fabric asunder to free her body of its poorly-tailored prison. This was not the time for that, thank you very much.
Jomon straightened her glasses and looked up into the blushing faces of the dozen or so horny, college-aged dorm mates who were now eyeing her as though she was the answer sheet for a test they had to take in half an hour. She coughed. “Look, this is just a… a thing that happens to me sometimes, okay? Don’t worry about it. And don’t mention it again. Seriously.”
“Yeah!” Rick’s voice broke as he broke the awkward silence. Flushing a deeper shade of pink, he cleared his throat, shook his head as if to clear away the fog, and tried again. “Uh, yeah. Well, you heard him— er, her— er, anyway, let’s wash some cars, guys!”
On the bright side, the fundraiser was probably the most successful the dorm had ever had. Now, if Joe could just stop his fellow residents from trying to douse him ‘accidentally’ with water every chance they got. The number of totally-impromptu-we-swear water balloon fights outside the dorm was getting ridiculous.
NekomancerOrion
MemberGomaMom!
Login to respond »