Breed, Bunny-Girl! Breed!

By Mikka Blane

Tyler and Vicky Sloan aren't getting on so well. Tyler wonders if this is the last night they will spend as man and wife. It's going to definitely be the last night they spend the same as they were, in the same place.

The land that they fall into is a place of Gnomes, Trolls, cat-people, lizard-people and other strange types of people.

Of all the things they could become, they become something furry, short, and soft, and the wrong genders! Vicky is now the strong male, and is loving it! Tyler has to adjust to his new life among the soft and helpless, bunny-kind. He has no thumbs, has intense urges to mate, and a mind that is rapidly focusing on only bunny-girl things.

The Rebellion needs people! There are bad people who have taken power and are doing bad things out there. There are many people helping and trying to help stop them, but they need help.

The Quest is going to be dangerous, it may cost people's lives! But, the reward deep inside the Dungeon may be a way to finally stop the big and bad Sorcerer.

You need Magic in a Dungeon to help you make light where the unnatural forces conspire against you, and where there are locks that won't work with a physical key.

For this you need a Sorceress! Unluckily for this gang of intrepid adventurers, the only one available is a bunny-girl.

Tyler is that bunny-girl with the gift that could help them complete their quest. Unluckily for her, or unluckily for them, or luckily for them all?

-A gender-bender, furry bunny adventure-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mikka Blane
• Release date: Dec 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310117343

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Section One: Just A Bunny

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Chapter 1: Marriage Ship Down

Get a move on, Tyler. I need that shower and it’s getting late.

I turned off the water, with a bit of a huff, a quiet one however. I didn't want her upset at me, even if I was done with her crap. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, this is our second, so when does it get easier?

I stepped out and called out through the bathroom door, There you go.

She yelled from the hallway, Good, now get out of here!

She was only two inches shorter than I, but I stared down at her. She wasn't in her heels and I could look down on her little 130 pound, slender form. She had a pink robe wrapped tightly around her. I could only see the tender curves of her nice hips and the top of her C-cups. When was the last time she'd let me touch those, or her? It had been a long time ago and my member responded under my towel.

She groaned, Tyler! Get out of my bathroom!

Yours?

Mine, she hissed. You get a better job and you can call it, ours. Now, get out of my bathroom.

I still wanted to fuck her, sure, but now I didn't feel like I could do it even if she wanted. Which she clearly didn't. I sighed, defeated, and walked out of 'her' bathroom.

When had she become such a bitch? I went into the other bathroom, the smaller one. I felt a flush of emotion, this would be a good bathroom for a child. It was smaller and attached to the joint little bedroom. But, we probably weren't going to have any children.

This bathroom didn't have a shower, it was just a half-bath or whatever. It was painted a pastel yellow and it was nice and bright. I don't know why. It wasn't my doing. What around here was my doing lately? Not much I guess. I had tuned out and zoned out. I think she had months ago. Again, she beat me to something. Why did I still love her?

I flexed. Just because I could. My defined muscles rippled in this clear mirror.

I wasn't sure anymore actually. Did she even care about me, about us, anymore?

I sighed. Well, I was a failure anyhow. I could build muscles, but that was about it. I was too clumsy for detailed work. I loved teaching and I taught PE at a local private school. But as she'd told me many times, it wasn't a career that paid well enough for that to count.

I finished drying off and went back into our bedroom to dress in my gray sleep shirt and loose, gray shorts

She started singing softly in the bathroom. I sat and listened, I wish I could sing as pretty as that. My voice was just too deep and plain. I didn't have any range at all. She sang another cute song with that pretty, little voice. Ugh, that made me horny. I imagined her naked in there, glistening, as the water fell down around her and her shoulder length black hair. She was a very, pretty girl, nice strong and slender, athletic legs and arms. She usually wore contacts, so it was only at home that I got to see the girl in glasses—the one that I fell in love with.

I had glasses too. She picked them out, like the outfit I'd be wearing tomorrow to the lunch, or brunch, event at the mayor's office.

I sighed. That was going to be boring, but it was for her career. I supported her when I could, whether I cared or not about what it was. Sometimes I felt just like fluff on her arm.

She came out of the bathroom with two towels. One wrapped around her slender body and one around her hair. I smiled over at her.

She shook her head quickly saying, Not in the mood.

What? I didn't…

She walked into the closet we had attached to the bedroom for her outfits. I lay on my side of the bed and stared at the ceiling.

She got into bed, ten or twenty minutes later. She was wearing a cut-off, powder-blue shirt that just covered her bosom, and a purple, silky looking pair of shorts. I looked away as she tucked herself in next to me. She pulled the covers and wrapped herself nice and tightly.

I said, Goodnight, Vic.

She said, Mhmm. I've been thinking on the kid thing.

Right, we had talked about this on and off for weeks or months now. I wanted kids, I thought she had. The few times I had asked her about it were apparently bad times. So, now was a good time to talk about it, finally?

She said, It's still a no. Not now, I have a career to think about, and you need a better one.

I like teaching, I complained.

She scolded, It's not enough for us.

Not enough? How so?

She asserted, We need to look the part if I'm going to achieve what I need to. We need the money and the other things that come from it.

It was about her career, again. I sighed.

She screeched, Don't sigh at me!

I sighed in general. So when then? We're both 30 and…

Don't remind me, asshole.

I gasped.

She didn't apologize or say anything else so, I bravely said, This isn't working, having the conversation this way.

No, this isn’t working for me.

Wait, what? I sat up, my heart now aching. I asked, What does that mean?

She sat up, I think you know.

I shook my head, no. What am I suppose to know?

She just said, You had better wear what I told you to wear tomorrow and don't be late.

I sassed, What if I don't go?

You'd better be there, she hissed, turning to glare at me.

Tell them I'm sick or something.

I could see the gears click in her head.

She whined, Baby, you know I need you there. We need to look like the perfect couple for this.

Look like the perfect couple? I think this perfect looking whatever this was, wasn't. We were rotting on the vine!

I said, I don't think this is working like a marriage should.

She rolled back over, Idiot, Zack was right, I should…

Zack who? I asked, my insecurity showing.

She shrugged, an overly done, shrug of indifference, Just someone at work.

I knew everyone at her work, she made sure of that. I don't remember a Zack.

She said, He's someone new.

Bitch! Oh yeah? What's he like?

She looked off to the side, You won't care. You don't care. You never care about me and what I want!

I groaned on the inside. She was shifting gears, and the fight, like she always did. This is how she always won. She was better at it, it was why she was so good in the politics game.

I tried to play the same game too and drastically changed subjects as well, but back to where I wanted. So, are you ever going to want kids?

She tried to steer it back again, What? Again, you make this about you and not me? Not us?

She slipped up that time though. She gave me a clear way back.

I said, Us? Yes, us and babies.

Yet, with her like this, and me, currently feeling like I might hate her, I didn't think it would be a good idea.

She said, I can't derail my career now, for you.

For me? Never for me, never even for us, it was always for her. I stupidly said, Would you, for Zack then? I sounded like a jealous woman. I needed to get up and take a walk. Perhaps just get away from her for a while.

What? She screeched. What are you implying?

Not implying, I'm just wondering what your plans are.

She looked off and came back at me with aggression, You little bastard! If you knew—If you say anything tomorrow, I'll…

Then there was a bang, a really loud noise that deafened me. There was a bright light below us and the bed had disappeared. There was only a long and dark tunnel below us, like a hole. She reached for me. I held out my hand for her and we fell down into blackness, together.

We tumbled for what had to be forever and Vicky was screaming the entire time.

I sighed as we were still falling down this hole. We fell for so long that it couldn't be real. She shook me and I woke up. I think that I got bored and even fell asleep for a while?

She pulled me to her as she cried, it wasn't until she was in my arms that I could make out any details. Was she furry? On her face? Were her teeth bigger? Something was strange with her eyes and her nose. Well, with her entire face!

She cried, I don’t want to die! I'm sorry I cheated on you! It’s just that I just wanted more than you could give me.

Like that was an excuse? Or right? Or nice? I pushed her away. Disgusted with her, her selfishness, her insults. Fine if she wanted more than this idiot who still loved her could give her, then she should go and find it.

I think we were done now.

She should leave me. No, I should leave her. She cried by herself now over there, just a little ways from me as we fell. I felt bad for her as she spun there, in a circle as we fell. I was such an idiot.

Then she looked down and screamed.

I blacked out.

* * *

Chapter 2: Hole, A Rabbit

I groaned and looked around. I was laying on my belly, in the grass. A little ways off was a large wooden log. It was a big log too. The tree that it had to have come from had to be massive! It looked taller than I, if I were standing. Which I wasn't, so maybe I was wrong. I was very groggy still and it was dark out, but I saw that Vic was laying against it.

She seemed to be sitting against it as if she had just fallen there, just like that. It still sort of looked like it wasn't her as something seemed off.

I blinked. It was hard to focus. It looked like her in general at least.

I tried to get up, and couldn't. The world was blurry, I guess I was missing my glasses. I tried again to get up off my stomach and failed. My legs apparently weren't going to work enough, nor were my arms. They felt weak and used up. I wanted to make sure she was okay still though. So I slowly crawled on my belly using just my arms to pull myself over to her.

As I crawled I could see that we were in some kind of mostly cleared field. The trees here were big and old and they mostly covered the dark sky. I think I saw a few stars, the moon made an appearance but nothing much else.

I finally got close enough to grab onto her legs. I was too exhausted to move anymore, but I was here. It almost looked like she was furry there. Far more than ever before.

Her feet were bare?

Which made sense as we had been getting ready for bed, and each only wearing shorts and a shirt. Her feet looked funny though, and slightly bigger than I remember her feet being in those tiny shoes she wore. They were definitely fuzzy as well. This hair was also not the kind of stubble that she got after a winter of not shaving either, this looked like it was real fur!

It was dark fur, and a few millimeters in length. Me seeing it on her legs was impossible of course. I really must be more out of it than I thought.

I saw my own arms now as they draped, tired and uselessly, across her legs. Mine also looked like they were covered in fur as well. It really looked like fur, not hair too!

My arms didn't have the deep black fur hers had, but a more creamy and white fur. Though it contrasted nicely with her black fur covered legs, it just somehow seemed backwards in a way. I shook my head, that wasn’t quite true, though the white was prettier in a way.

I couldn't move, I felt stuck here laying on her and from here I called out to her, Vic! Vicky! Are you okay?

My voice came out in a whisper, not the yell I intended to try to wake her.

I felt hoarse and exhausted again.

* *

When next I awoke, I found myself on my side. I didn't feel well either, I felt puffy and weak all over.

I looked up at my wife. She looked bigger somehow, and she was still furry. I saw her fragile face looking oddly more manly and I shuddered. That was just wrong! Or was that from the weird feeling gurgling in my gut. I wasn't sure what my stomach was doing, but it felt like it was doing flops inside me. I felt butterflies and then bubbles moving in there. It was way too odd, so I looked back at Vic.

She was clearly covered all over with fur, and it really looked like black fur. It was looking a bit harsh though, not silky soft like I expected on my wife. Her previous delicate and feminine face had a weird animalistic look to it now.

She had a strangely shaped mouth and an oddly triangular nose that seemed to be pushed out from her face, rather than jutting from it. Her legs were bigger, thicker and stronger than before. That was better than her fading away I guess, but what was happening to her?

I however didn't feel strong, I felt oddly weak again and my head fell back down onto her furry soft legs. Sheesh they were soft. She was still soft, but not in the feminine way I had known her to have. This wasn't downy soft either, but furry soft. It wasn't what I'd expect from her if she grew fur. Not that I did, but if I did.

I hiccuped and it sounded small. At least I made a decent noise, at least my jaw moved, as up till now I didn't know if my mouth would actually move more than slightly.

I looked over at my own arms as they lay across her. I think I had mittens on? My hands were furry, completely furry! Um? Well, it really looked that odd, it was as if they weren’t all right, all separate!

My arms weren't growing like hers, they were shrinking!

What was happening to me? How? Why? I closed my eyes again.

* *

I blinked as I open my eyes, not seeing much in the dark. It was cold out here as well, and Vic felt so warm below me. I pulled myself over closer to her.

I didn't know if she was awake yet, so I asked, Vic?

My voice was garbled and it seemed that only vowels could make it out of my crowded feeling mouth. I wondered if I'd gone to the dentist and they shot my entire mouth numb with Novocaine without me remembering.

So when I asked again, I heard myself ask the same way. What came out was what sounded like a small, baby voice, Wee?

My jaw was feeling odd though and not exactly numb. My tongue though, it felt large, like my lips and cheeks. It constantly felt like they were in the way, even of me breathing. It was a little scary.

I wonder if my tongue had swollen up per an allergic reaction to something? Was that what this was? Were we looking odd because we were both having a bad reaction to something?

At least it didn't look like Vicky was swelling, which was a relief, though she was getting bigger, but for some reason it didn't look like swelling, exactly.

I wasn't fully relieved though, even if I wasn't really swelling, I was feeling numb and weak. I had to get help! But it was cold out there! So very cold.

I pulled myself more onto her legs. She was so warm and cuddly feeling. I wanted more of her softness and comfort from touching her. I loved her once and I still felt a connection to her. I pulled myself up onto her again and groaned in pain. I was stuck.

Something on me had gotten stuck as I tried to slide myself along my belly up more onto her. Something was sticking from my chest and like a barrier, stuck against her leg. It had stopped me like I hit a roadblock. It felt weird and I groaned in pain and weakness.

Looking down didn't help, it was still confusing. My chest was swelling too? That would have to be bad if my chest was swelling! That seemed odd though as I didn't look bigger overall like that would suggest. I actually looked like my stomach had collapsed and gotten smaller! I felt my heart ramp up in a panic, and fluttered in rapid beats.

* *

I looked up again, and Vicky was still asleep against the log. I could see her better now, even without my glasses. I could see her breathing and I breathed a sigh of relief, even if it sounded small and weak.

I think it had been too much and I’d hyperventilated? Or that I was too weak from this bad reaction, as I believe that I passed out again.

She still looked odd though and I wondered how hard I had hit my head. Was I delirious and hallucinating?

Her face had become more triangular and her nose was definitely a triangle shape. She had two cute little tiny nostrils with a small bit of pink skin showing between them. Her nose looked like a cat's or something like that. She had huge eyes! They were big and oval shaped, and they almost took up her entire face. Her ears had changed too, they were elongated and straight up the top of her head. They weren't cat's ears. They were more like… well, a rabbit's ears.

She had bunny ears? Freaking bunny ears! I wonder if she had the tail then too? If I wasn't so tired and she didn't look so big, I might move her to look. Instead I looked the rest of her over.

She had black fur growing in all over her body. The black lined her new bunny ears and the browner inside. Oddly, she seemed to be getting bigger not smaller. She should get smaller if she was like a real bunny-rabbit. Her chest had grown, but not frontwards, sideways. She had big square shoulders now that matched the rest of her torso now. Perhaps it was just the fur, but I think she was loosing some of her feminine shape. That would suck, as she was a perfect shape to me already. She had an almost perfect hourglass shape on her tall 5'7" and thin frame.

Her eyes still seemed to be black, well actually they seemed to have lightened up, and might even be going brown. Ugh! What was going on here? Her eyes were more circular and bigger as well, going farther upwards on her face. She was breathing I could see her chest rising and falling, even if it looked more barrel-like and less femininely curvy under her tiny and delicate, blue night-shirt.

That shirt still looked like it was stretched over her ample chest, but somehow it just looked different. Not that I could see her cleavage anyhow from this angle, but was she just a barrel shape from swelling now?

Poking out below that shirt now was a solid, flat furry stomach. I saw no indention for her waist and the cute little curves of her flat, but feminine belly, were gone. How would someone suddenly get so fat and fur covered? Was I? Where all my wonderful muscles suddenly gone? Was I fat!

I was horrified at the thought and looked down at myself. I was covered in fur too, but it was cream colored fur that covered me. I was weirdly shaped as well! But, it wasn't the same though, I wasn't fat, no, far from it.

My arms were really small and emaciated looking. I could see myself wasting away under that fur! My arm would be a mere stick if there wasn't the fur.

No wonder it was so hard to pull myself along the ground, what must my legs look like! My gray T-shirt was pulled really tightly across my chest, my shorts were hurting me a bit too, but down low and around my legs, not crotch.

It felt like the elastic was wrong, it was loose and oddly positioned on my body. I rolled a little onto my side to see my profile better as something was wrong with it. It was too hard to see down me and around me, I wasn't shaped right.

I saw that my pants were up high on me like I was an old man and wearing my pants way too high. I reached back to un-bunch them from my leg and felt that my legs were furry too. The moon was my only light but I could at least see that my leg was covered in the same creamy colored fur. Fur, not hair.

There was a difference between the two, and what I was covered in was not hair.

I tried to move my shorts to be more comfortable, but the bottoms were wedged tight into my thigh like my leg there had grown. Which was odd, because not all of it had! It was just a part of my leg that had, the rest didn't look like it was bigger. I felt my thigh, it had definitely swollen, I felt upward, my hips had too? Were they inflamed? I had a calf muscle still, but my leg had lost all of the definition I had created in it at the gym! My thigh felt spongy and my lower leg looked thin and frail.

I hiccuped and almost threw up that time. I bit my lip and tried to stop myself, then realized I couldn't. Something was going on with my lips! My teeth or my lips, I wasn’t sure. I was sure that my lip was swollen out so far I could see the top of it under my tiny nose. I realized again that I could see remarkably well for having no glasses.

I reached up and felt my own face. My lips did feel swollen and smooth, and like it was arching high up to my now tiny nose. My nose was almost flat now and oddly tiny! I had really small nostrils. Okay, that was enough of poking myself in the nose. I felt back down to my mouth.

I felt like right now, resting, that I was biting my lower lip and my jaw was still and resting like that. I think it was locked shut! I felt my lower lip, yep also swollen, my chin ended in a tiny point and my mouth stretched sideways quite far, not to the side of my face, but close. I reached up, feeling along my lower lip again and touched my tooth. As I suspected, I now had two large and flat front teeth. They jutted down and it was near impossible to stop them from pushing into my bottom lip. At least they weren't cutting into me, yet.

So, now my guess was that they were the cause of my jutting top lip? That might not be a severe allergic reaction then? I breathed in relief, I might not die?

I reached up my jaw line again toward my ears. I felt long, soft hair falling around my face there, and even over where my ears were. My ears now might start down there, but the actual open ear part didn't really begin for a while up my head. I touched them, feeling that indeed I had bunny ears! Flopping over, bunny ears. They were long and elongated like Vic's were! I had freaking bunny ears too? Really? This was some sort of trick? Or joke?

I felt my face again, feeling the outlines of my eyes. They took up the room that my smaller nose had left behind, so it was a lot of my face!

More hair fell down in front of those large eyes and even if it was too dark to really see, I think it was blonde, and not brown as it was supposed to be!

Ouch! My shorts really hurt! They were cutting into my legs and thighs, and even my hips somehow too a little. Was that part of my body really jutting out more or was it just my stomach was wasting away? Was I sick? I wanted to pull the wretched things off, but I didn't know what or who was around. Societal imperative demanded I keep them on. I hiccuped again, then coughed, and then couldn't breathe! change: @name=MC @desc=Body: cream colored fur. Shape: emaciated. Arms: smaller/stick. Thigh: Thicker. Leg: thinner/calf smaller. Hips: bigger. Lips: swollen/smooth/higher. Nose: flat/tiny/nostrils small. Chin: Point. Mouth: wide. Teeth: Longer/two flat/pushing into bottom lip. Seeing: better. Ears: up my head. Hair: long hair/blonde!(not brown)

* *

When I looked up it was a bit lighter out. I guess that I might have passed out there for a second or two, again.

Lately it was happening a worrisome amount. I remember choking this last time, and the world had gone black, again, as my brain had gone foggy. Then there were little lights, squiggles perhaps had shot across my eyes, I think my left eye had gone dark before the other!

I seemed okay now. Was it all over?

I was lying on the softest of beds, but it didn't look it. The mount of fur below me looked hard and muscular under the purple shorts it wore now. Her once athletic, but slender legs had filled out into large muscle bound legs. I hiccuped again. They looked more like mine were, before – before we fell!

I felt panic setting in. Would I stop breathing like last time and black out again? Oh, I didn't want to! I lifted myself off her legs to ease the pressure on my chest and lungs.

The shirt I was wearing hung tightly to my body. It should have been falling loosely off me. That was odd, it looked longer as well. It now reached down to my legs as if it had been stretched out. My shirt had also somehow gained at least a foot in length. No way, that was impossible, wasn't it?

My arms wobbled as they held me up, I forgot that they were still feeling weak and almost crashed onto my face. So, I'd rest for now. I sat back on my legs, which bent surprisingly easily below me.

Now sitting on my bottom I realized that I couldn't see the ground below me! Sure, I was used to having to bend a little to see past my muscular pecks, but this was ridiculous and had to be a dream.

My gray shorts were feeling okay now, I guess, except for where they pulled tightly across my thighs, and they really looked weird. I had muscular thighs before, these didn't look like them. Even with the muscle tensing across the top as I sat back on my feet, there wasn't much actual muscle visible. That had to be the fur.

I hiccuped again, and my legs twitched with a spasm. They flew outwards, pulling my inner leg tendons to their limits. I winced as I braced for impact on my balls. I felt the flat ground hit my bottom, and I bounced.

I sat there stunned, completely flat on the ground except for the stretched fabric of my shorts between them. That was wrong.

Something here was very wrong! My shirt had fallen down, since it was long it was laying across my thighs. I couldn't see what was going on. I sat, panicked, for a second, and I didn't know what to do. Vic stirred so I turned to face her instead of whatever was wrong with me.

But, she didn't wake up. She was just lightly stirring. Her hands twitched and I could see her hand was human looking, even fur covered. I put mine next to hers to compare and make sure. Mine was a mitten. It was clearly a paw. I had only four fur covered fingers. Each one had a cute, little kitten-like nail on the tip.

Where the hell was my thumb? I turned my hand over and back. I was missing my thumb!

She had five fingers! The bitch! Oh, but would she lose hers soon too, and I just be a jerk? I felt my panic rising again and the world almost went black again. I sat back and breathed carefully. I didn't want to pass out as it probably wasn't good for my brain to do that so many times.

I finally got myself calm and together, mostly. I really needed to know and make sure that I was okay all over! I reached down with my hands to grab my shirt and move it away. I failed. It was extremely hard to get a grip on the fabric. I really felt like I was a child and wearing mittens!

I felt myself panicking again. I had no thumb. I had no freaking thumbs anymore! Where did they even go?

I tried a few more times and finally managed to catch the underside of my shirt and pull it a little aside and then move it over on top of my right thigh. I still couldn't see anything though. Sure, my junk was in a shadow of the shirt, but I expected to see things already. I didn't feel any pain though. But, was that bad?

Was I sitting on them right now, and did they go numb? I squirmed at that awful thought and pulled my legs together to sit up quickly. They came together with a slap of flesh on flesh and I sat there, stunned.

My legs met and I felt nothing. Well, I felt them hit and I felt things, but I felt no pain, no dangling. It was like there was nothing.

I was now sitting next to Vic against the log, staring off into the soon to be daylight and forest.

I felt nothing there, no impact, nothing hurting, moving, wiggling, jiggling from the movement-nothing!

I had no thumbs and now I had no…

No way. I didn't believe this at all! I looked to Vic, distracting myself.

Her powder-blue shirt was pulled tightly across her chest, I could see her nipples, but something didn't look right. It reminded me a lot of something else. That wasn't her chest! She didn’t look right. The form of her chest was wrong, her breast's weren't breasts. The gentle swell of her breast look more flat and, wide, they looked like—mine. She had my chest?

I had a large, muscular chest like that! Not her!

Hers now looked huge and barrel shaped. What if maybe those weren't muscles? Maybe this was still allergies? I didn't really believe that now I guess. But it could be something, something like chemical testing?

What had we been doing just before we fell?

Arguing. About work, life, kids, and her affair! I scooted away from her again at a rush of emotion and anger.

She was so nice and warm though!

It felt good, but what if she was sick? Would I be making it worse or better by putting my body heat with hers? I sighed. It was too cold out here. Even with this damned fur. I scooted back to sit next to my bitch of a wife.

I wonder how long that affair had gone on. How far had it gone?

Had he…fucked her? And who was he? He was some new guy at her work sure, but what did he do? Was he really better for her, no. Was he better for her career than me? Maybe.

She looked shorter than I remembered, as well as stockier. She breathed out and I heard her cough—a deep cough. I again was struck with the changes in her face.

She had big eyes and a small nose. That nose was so cute and tiny and looked like it was barely jutting out, on the end of something, almost like a snout. I could see her teeth just poking out of her mouth and down to her lower lip, but not too far, not out of her closed mouth. I felt mine again. Mine felt bigger than hers looked. Maybe my mouth was smaller now? She was supposed to be the smaller one, she was the woman, so that didn't make any sense.

My mouth didn't feel like it was small, it felt big, for my face at least. These lips were swollen like you wouldn't believe! My lower lip was pressing into those teeth from behind something fierce now. My teeth poked down and out of my mouth too, not like hers. My teeth were completely buck-toothed and obstructing my mouth. How would I eat? I guess I could get something up under them maybe? Or beside? I don’t know! I just hoped it fixed itself.

I pulled, and squeaked in pain. No, it wasn't a mask.

I turned to her and sat back up on my knees. To look her over more. Her ears were definitely bunny-ears, there was no doubt, I could see hers clearly, she had only a little hair on her head. She had a nice almost, bop cut before that went down to her shoulders. It had looked very professional. It had been too short for my tastes, but Larry or Ted or whatever his name was, maybe he liked it this way. I hated them both so much right now and still I was sitting here with her!

Oh well. What was I to do now? Leave her? She looked like a bunny-rabbit!

Her ears were straight up off her head, very high, much higher than normal ears. It was as if they were lofting about two feet above her head. They were skinniest at the top and only about three inches wide at the base.

Her jaw was flat. Oh hell, she had a flat chin now. Like mine was? No way, that couldn't be! Now that she had a flat jaw she looked like-her face looked like, a man's face. She was turning into me? Into a man? I looked away, too disgusted with this to think about that more.

I sighed. Maybe she'd be happier that way? Or maybe just more angry at the world's inequalities? I don't know.

I felt mine again and sighed, it felt like I wanted hers to feel like, what hers should look like. I wish I had a mirror! My jaw didn't feel like that anymore. My jaw was tiny, and came to a cute feeling, and little point now. I almost couldn't remember what her jaw had looked like before, but I think it was like this felt. The feeling was the same at least to my fingertips. I didn't feel any stubble on my face either, just the soft as silk fur.

Both of our legs were stretched out from our seat here against the log. Both our legs were fur covered, mine in a creamy fur, hers in a black. Wow, um, I had tiny, little legs compared to hers. Mine were short and skinny at the bottoms, but thicker by my thighs. They were still nothing like the huge in width, height and length of legs she now had. My legs looked shaped and feminine. Hers looked shaped too, but masculine and muscular. What the fuck?

I compared arms next, same thing. The way I was sitting made it looked like she was taller than I too. I sat up straight, it didn't help. She was taller now too? What kind of sick joke was this? She looked bulkier and bigger, and I looked so much smaller comparatively. Crap! She’d grown so much bigger than me! Or… or we’d switched bodies or something? But, well, that wouldn’t explain the fur.

So we switched bodies and then started to become, what? Animals? Bunnies? Yeah? No way. I wasn't that smart sure, but I knew that this couldn't be really happening!

I sighed. My voice all weak and light, like a girl's. Worse than my voice getting this light and delicate, was my body doing the same!

When she woke up and yelled at me, for whatever reason—any reason—I now lost my only other advantage. I didn’t have the brains, and now I didn't have the brawn, I had nothing. I always had my big size to keep me safe in life and to my advantage. I never used it much as it was enough sometimes just that the very bulk was enough to end certain arguments, and prevent harm to me and my friends.

It wasn't like I used it, but now I didn't even have that! But she would, now even she’d just bulldoze over me with her brain and body. She now truly had everything better than I. This was some kind of really sick and twisted joke! The bitch was just going to roll on over me. I couldn't let her, not this time, she cheated on me!

I felt a rush of emotion fill me. It was sudden and too much, I felt my eyes water. No, I wasn't going to do that, no, no tears. I turned it back to anger. Bitch!

Her shirt looked stupid on her now too. That purple didn't look at all good stretched over those muscles like that. She looked way too fancy and like some kind of weirdo.

I still felt water in my eyes and I looked away. My own shorts were looking odd on me, baggy in all the wrong places. My shirt, what was up with this shirt?

I looked down again, seeing the hints of curves and valleys that shouldn't be hinted at on my chest. It was tight even if I was smaller? The length, well…I reached down and tried to grab it. My mitten like hands missed, it wasn't even that the fingers were all together on one side of my hand. It was that I had no thumb to grasp with! Then I tried to use a more delicate touch and just use my tiny pointy nails. I got one nail in it and lifted gently.

The shirt was tautly pulled around me and I didn't want to rip it. Well, maybe I did, it was tight and I could go sans-shirt, I had the body for it. Or did I anymore?

I lifted it gently still. I couldn't see straight down, so I looked sideways and stopped.

I had hips and a waist. I had a clear differential between them now too. I saw that the elastic was loose because my waist had been shrunken in and it was taut around my thighs because my hips were swollen as well as those thighs? And my butt. My butt too? I felt around, it felt like I was elongated there, as if I had been pulled out there and pinched in right above it. What the heck? I lifted my shirt more. It was hard to do as it kept getting stuck by the short white fur and my grip sucked.

My fur was very soft though and it almost tickled my fingertips as I tried to lift my shirt. My new fur was nice, comforting and delicate.

I was downy soft.

I looked and yes, I had a really pinched in waist. Or was it that my hips and ass were swollen? But my chest…it was swollen too? So the swelling missed my waist area and just swelled up above and below that? That didn't make sense.

I lifted my shirt as I struggled to bend sideways to see around my swollen chest.

I stopped lifting my shirt when I saw a bare patch of skin showing just above my pinched in waist. I couldn't make out what it was, it was on the front of me and under a roll of skin? I was fat! Oh hell no!

Wait, no, that wasn't what it was. I knew it. I just didn't want to believe it. It was shaped delicately, too delicately, and almost like a sphere of furry skin. I pulled my shirt above that too. And exposed that thing hanging off my chest!

It was in the shape of a sphere. On the very front of that sphere was a bare patch of skin where there was no fur. Inside that cleared off area was a clear patch of pink skin like areola. At the center of that was a knobby nipple. I saw it immediately start to harden and feel sensitive as it now ached in the cold air.

I hiccuped and saw the flesh there jiggle. I got a little excited, which was odd, but it moved so much like Vicky's boobs and she and I hadn't gotten intimate in a long time! Oh, control yourself Tyler.

And right above that sphere was another one! I had two sets of these spheres and they got bigger! I pulled the shirt over that and it got stuck.

But I couldn't expose that mound of flesh jiggling there. It was too big to get the tight shirt over! It was sensitive and as I pulled I could feel it, deep inside me, and down to my belly where something there felt like it slid sideways inside me when I touched the big sphere. I sighed, it wasn't a costume.

But, it was as big as a grapefruit or something! The one showing just below those things had to be as big as a cantaloupe! And I think the bare patches below it, on the small little almost mounds, perhaps like pancakes, were going to be another set! That meant… This was not happening! I choked, trying to catch my breath. I had three sets of breasts, and fur, and girly… and female… and… no, something was wrong here, but I knew that I wasn't swollen up due to allergies. Not like that, that’s not how it worked.

I had three rows of-of-of tits? I had a pinched in waist and what looked like a nice set of fertile and feminine hips?

Ugh, fertile? Why did I pick that word for myself?

Because if I saw a girl with these hips I'd be thinking about fertilizing her. Ugh! I wanted… sex so bad, and now this. I had boobs right here and hips, a female body to stare at… I was so horny!

Ugh, that would be me I was talking about now! Ugh, no. It couldn't be. This was a joke, a game, or a hallucination for sure. There had to be another explanation what I was seeing. This simply wasn't possible!

Ugh! And I knew that there was one more thing I had to check to prove I was still a man.

I reached down to my pants to feel there. There had to be another explanation. This had to be a costume or something? I touched between my legs with my big furry paw and felt nothing. Nothing? No package. Nothing of consequence that's for sure!

Well, the soft skin on my leg felt good, I almost shivered at the sensation from my inner thigh, but I was always sensitive there. At another time, in another place, I would be ready to move inwards and stroke, but it definitely wasn't time for that kind of touching! I wasn’t trying to relieve stress, or control myself per Vicky’s… neglect.

I did want to find my package though, check it and stuff. I was only touching cloth between my legs though, maybe it was too loose and was hiding it?

I was hopeful as I reached around the side, but it wasn't gaping there like it should. I was smaller but my thighs were bigger somehow? Great, just great. What did that even mean?

I pulled the loose elastic open to peer down my pants. And couldn't see a thing as it was still too dark.

The sun wasn't up fully yet. There was also my chest, and the huge mountain range there now blocking my view!

They were tits, I knew what tits looked like, perhaps if they were free I could see down between them.

I think Vic could see between hers, she had nice cleavage. I liked her perfect sized handful sized boobs and how they moved. How they jiggled even when she breathed.

I sighed, I felt tingling between my legs, but I still didn't feel the dangling and movement I expected. That worried me. A lot!

Still though, I smirked, as there was going to be massive cleavage there, as these puppies were bigger than hers!

And with three rows of tits? Oh hell, I had no idea, and the size of the top row, holy shit! I could feel the cloth straining to even contain them now. I tried to lick my lip in lust, but only managed to bite into my lower lip again.

Goodness though, once free of the shirt, would they be so big that they were still pushed together? I might never see straight down in front of me again! I was both turned on by that and worried. I wanted my muscular and fit body back. It was one that I knew how to use and operate, I knew I could do things in it. What could I do if I had massive melons?

I had to see what was in my pants now, I just had to. But how? How could I do this? I grabbed onto the log to help me stand. It was hard because I was weak, my arms twitched and wobbled as I tried to use them. Perhaps I'd get better later, but for now these legs felt new and I felt like a cute, little toddler. I bet I looked so cute!

Vic wouldn't think so.

Toddlers. I might never have one. I should have realized she might never want children. She never liked babies and always talked about her career. I was such an idiot! I should have known! Maybe if my mom and dad were alive they would have warned me away from the overly focused brunette, but she was just so self assured and gorgeous.

My grandma had even said something overtly disparaging about her once, and she'd only met her that once, and it was before the wedding. Too bad she wasn't still alive either. Too bad she hadn't lived longer and dissuaded me from marrying my cheating wife.

Someone should have known. I should have. How did I let this happen? How did I let her have an affair and cheat on me? How did I not know? I was a weak person? I was a bad man? A bad husband?

Had I checked out of this marriage already? Was that why she did it? Was I a bad person? No, I was trying! Trying to make it work. I had been trying so hard! I think I was always supportive of her needs as well. I tried and tried, and she just beat me down. She had cheated on me and that was unforgivable.

I sighed, feeling such a pain in my heart, I wondered if I was having a heart attack. I continued to try to stand up. My legs felt so weak, it was almost hilarious. Though, I had strength trained people weaker than this. Finally, I was standing up. I was so tired though that I had to lean against the log to rest. That was so tiring but, I wasn’t dead yet. The world was a bit blurrier though, stupid watery eyes. My efforts had hurt me and it was weak of me, but I wasn't crying!

The log had a rough surface, too rough under my fingertips, but it was perfect for scratching the killer itch that suddenly appeared on my back. I rubbed and rubbed. I had to lean backwards to get it more than I should. My behind felt bigger so that even though the itch I was scratching was high on my back I felt my rump also touching the tree trunk. Why me? Why this?

I sighed. I probably had a huge ass now, like in revenge or something for woman-kind or some shit. Was that what this was? I had never been a bad person to man or woman though! I looked back at it to see.

I had a tail.

My mind avoided that for now as it took in the sight of my new behind. It was huge? Well, no, perhaps not even a bubble-butt. Well, it was a sexy and curvy ass. It was shaped so feminine and alluringly soft looking, even with the fur on it and down my legs. My junk should have risen to full mast by now at the sight! If someone did this to me, they'd pay. Did they really take my dick too? I didn't yet know, I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

I could see that I had feminine and soft looking, pink skin going down my back to my tail. My back was bare of fur down in the middle of it, like the fur avoided my backbone.

My backbone also indented cutely, and there were two cute little dimples above my ass to either side of my tail in the bare area there. It was very feminine and very cute.

Around it my fur shone in the low light of the morning, it was the prettiest shade of white. It was silky and creamy, nice and soothing, but feminine. It was pretty and not something that I’d think would ever look good on me. But this wasn’t my body and it did look nice on it.

Moving on, I pressed down on my shorts and felt immediate relief as the puff of a fur ball of a tail popped out and fully into view. It was also white, but it was a pure white. Not like the cream of my pretty fur. I had a puffball of a tail pushing my pants down back there. I laughed, and had to stop. It was a weak little laugh, only fitting on a young girl.

My pants pushed up into my tail, pinching something and I pushed them back down. They wouldn't stay though! My hips were keeping them up without a belt and without the elastic. They were too loose on my waist and too tight on my hips and thighs. It wasn't right.

My back felt better. But it felt like I was bent a little funny now. I felt up my curving back and felt that the indentation was deeper up my backbone. The bare skin that went up from my tail to my neck was sensitive, and if I had time, I'd touch it more. It made me shiver funny, and good. It was still odd of it to be fur free. Well, I guess it was odder that the rest of me wasn't!

I wiggled in annoyance as my pants were annoying me a lot again. My boobs jiggled as I did, making me feel funny again in my tummy. The dang pants though, they poked me between my legs, were too tight in weird places and were irritating my tail.

I had a tail. A cotton ball fluff of a white tail. Like a rabbit.

I paused to think about that, letting that settle in my mind.

But, my pants hurt. The crotch area of my shorts was up too high, but yet, it didn’t feel like it was cutting into me. They looked more painful than they were in the crotch. These nighttime pants of mine normally hung down low well below my crotch. As they were now, the cloth was pushing up and I should be feeling it cutting into my balls. I also should have already felt my testicles against my leg, or dangling.

My chest now felt like it was dangling. My nipples felt… more, more everything. I could actually feel the cloth stretching out against them, and it tickled. I felt them pressing out as they hardened. I could see that they got bigger and thicker as well under my shirt. The others… that I had more than these two under the shirt, I avoided. Well, the lower pairs, they felt the cold chill in the air! They were bare and exposed to the air!

Oh no, I didn't have the body to go sans-shirt now did I! This wasn't my body, this wasn't even a man's!

I pulled my shirt down tight around me, pulling it into a bunch at the side of my thigh. I was thinking that maybe I could tie it in a knot so I could at least see down it and around my gigantic-chest mountains.

I felt a little excited by that. I did like boobs, at least I still liked boobs! At least this wouldn't all be bad? And they were huge! I could feel how heavy they were, and how soft. I hadn't dared to really touch them yet though, to really grab them and nuzzle or squeeze them. They were mine though, and that confused the heck out of me.

Back to real matters, my shirt. I couldn't make a knot with these kitten hands, and had to settle for trying to hold it there, and tucking it around itself and my pants.

Again, maybe I should take something off? To see for certain what was going on? Yes, I had to see.

But I didn't know what I was going to do if I was missing my Johnson for real!

Probably panic and in this body, black out again. It sure seemed to like to do that. I don't know if I could fault it, if it had been mine before, this was quite a change for it.

I pulled at my pants and I didn't get them far. This wasn't going to be easy, not with how tight they were, and I hadn't even gotten them down to where my hips now jutted the most. Then there were these useless mittens, these paws for hands.

I didn't have an opposable thumb anymore, so therefore I wasn't human right? I couldn't use tools, I was below a primate on the chart! I was useless?

I did have a cotton-ball tail though.

Well, I wasn't sure how that mattered, except that it was really cute. I laughed in my head only, not wanting to hear my now girlish voice.

I wonder if I could hop. I almost did but then felt the wave of queasiness take me as my insides felt like they were liquid and flopping around, or wiggling. I bent over as my stomach hurt something fierce! Ugh!

My tail throbbed in pain. I felt back and found that these pants were pushing up on the underside of my tail. They were being pulled up by my hips and hurting the poor thing. I had to get them off now for sure!

I started gently and slowly with my paws. It took a great effort and I might have heard a tearing, but I finally pushed them all the way down and off. Once off my jutting hips they shed quickly. I felt the two layers of clothing fall onto my feet and realized that those pants had taken my underwear too!

I looked down at my fuzzy white and curvy soft legs and wondered where my penis was.

I leaned over more and could clearly see a gap between my legs, that perfectly smooth and empty space. I could practically see behind me through that opening!

Where were my balls? Did they… fall… off? I was flat there now between my legs.

So I sat back down, quickly and on my knees, as my shirt fell down over and down to my thighs. My new pubic mound flashed in my mind. I had one. Just a mound now there, and it was bare there between my cute and feminine looking legs. I tried not to hyperventilate and I hiccuped again. It wasn't hidden, I had no pants on now, no underwear either, and I had no fur, or hair, covering the ribbon like creases I had seen there either.

My balls. My precious life starting balls were gone. I’d never make that child I wanted. I wasn’t planning on it with Vic anymore. That dream was gone with her, but there had been hope, perhaps someday I thought I could find another woman, one who, was…nicer, and we'd start a real family.

The feminine flatness flashed in my mind again. I had seen it all too, I saw the creases and crevices, an indentation. I was bare down there of fur or hair. It was all pink and feminine, and flushed.

There would be no question about shaving or not shaving it. Some women about my age liked to shave it completely bare, some felt like that was obscene and left a patch. If I really had one now, and I didn’t have that choice. It was already bared of fur, like my backbone and neck. My neck was so small and delicate, the skin there was bare and… sensitive.

When I lifted my shirt I'd seen that the nipples and areolae on my chest were bare. I guess it made sense that the curvy mound between my legs lay bare too. It seemed that all my sensitive parts were bare of fur and it left me feeling exposed.

That flat area between my legs felt exposed and on display. It made me feel self-conscious and worried, it made me feel even a little afraid and insecure. It had looked completely framed by the fur that covered most of me. It had looked like it was on display and, prepared for onlookers to be able to easily see.

I lifted my shirt up one more time to my waist, just to be sure I wasn't hallucinating, and quickly lowered it. Yep. I saw pink. I saw what appeared to be fleshy pink raised and puffy hills around pinker delicate flesh. Deep, dark lines, marking tender folds went vertically down the raised center. I knew I would find things hidden between the fleshy flaps and below the protective hood. I about screamed. I had a slit, a hole, between my legs?

The damned thing looked so delicate and pink in the middle of the white framing fur! And it was all exposed as if I had shaved just around that area, on purpose to show it off. It was all framed in a V like shape with my contrasting cream colored