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Summer Vacation
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Written July 11, 2003.
Summer Vacation
Tim Wheeler sat alone in a very large waiting room.
There were a few magazines for him to leaf through, but he
was much too excited for something as mundane as Newsweek
Magazine. Here he was, on the cusp of a lifelong dream. And
he was to be the first. Just thinking about it made the
hair on the back of his neck stand up.
The clinic he was seated in was the country's first
Furry Genetic Recodeing Center. While credible doctors
toiled away at finding cures for life-threatening diseases,
the biologists that founded the FGRC spent countless hours
finding ways to alter the human body. While their studies
may not have been nearly as beneficial to the well being of
the general population, they did actually succeed. Now,
with recently given government approval, the Center would
be open for large-scale business in a matter of months. All
that was needed was a volunteer to undergo the procedure
first, to make absolutely certain that there weren't any
openings for this overly litigious county to exploit.
That's where Tim came in. He just so happened to inquire
about the FGRC at the right moment, and bingo, here he was.
Tim didn't care about any of that. All he knew that
ever since he had first discovered "furry art," he had
found his calling. And while Tim managed to avoid the
wholesale loserhood that often comes along with such an
interest, he would constantly fantasize about furry
creatures becoming a reality. He had already filled out all
of the paperwork staring that he was aware that the
procedure he was about to undergo, while tested and
approved was still blah, blah, blah... He had also
submitted his driver's license, as well as his social
security card. The state and federal governments required
that new identification be given upon the patient's
release. A formality, yes, but a very necessary one.
As Tim sat alone in the placid room, he mulled these
things over. He was a little worried about how his parents
would react, even though he was 24 and living in an
entirely different state. He was also a little concerned
about his job. As an English teacher at a local High
School, he had been promised that his position would be
held as long as he could still perform his duties... but
the students? Could they actually deal with the fact that
Mr. Wheeler had become an anthropomorphic skunk over summer
recess? Perhaps a different last name would be the way to
avoid that little scenario. Finally, when Tim ran out of
thoughts to think, he simply sat back and closed his eyes,
trusting that everything would work out.
About 20 minutes later, a nurse nudged Tim awake.
"Mr. Wheeler?"
"Yes?"
"Please follow me, the doctors are ready for you."
---
Tim was led down a narrow hallway with many doors,
each a small room set up just like a doctor's office. The
only difference was the strange looking equipment tucked
into the corners. At the very end of the hallway was an
elevator, which Tim noticed with a small measure of
curiosity. Tim was lead into the last door on the left;
another room resembling a doctor's examining room.
The moment Tim entered the room, the nurse turned and
went back the way she had led him. Tim took a cautious step
inward and was immediately greeted by two doctors.
"Mr. Wheeler, we're glad to see you," said the one on
the right, "we're very excited to see our work come to its
final test."
"T... test? I thought this had been federally
approved?" said Tim.
"Oh it has," the other doctor stepped in, "but as you
might be aware, testing on humans is illegal. Our methods
have been scientifically approved, and as you can see we've
invested quite a bit of money in this little business
operation. But... you see... we have to satisfy to
ourselves that there are no kinks in the system. I assure
you Mr. Wheeler, nothing will go wrong."
"Please Tim, have a seat."
Tim sat down without being asked twice. He supposed
he understood the reasons for this test, and halfheartedly
accepted the small amount of risk involved on his part. He
had no doubt in his mind that the papers he had signed
waived this clinic of any and all possible negative
outcomes, right up to and most likely including his death.
Still, any trepidation was quickly outweighed by the fact
that he was going to be a furry. A skunk! A dream he'd had
for the last 11 years of his life. Clearly the gain
outweighed the risks.
In what seemed like a blink, each doctor was holding
a fairly large syringe. They stood in front of him, one on
his right, the other the left.
"Please hold out your arm, Mr. Wheeler, wrist up,"
asked the doctor on his left. "I'm now going to administer
the solution that will activate your DNA for recoding. It
may burn at little as it enters your bloodstream, but it
shouldn't be any worse than any other shot."
Tim winced as the needle pierced his skin, then
clenched his teeth as the burning liquid was pushed into
him. The discomfort was too momentary to be considered
pain, as before Tim knew anything else, the other doctor
was speaking.
"Please allow me to roll up this sleeve, Tim," Tim
nodded up at him, "I'm going to inject you with the new
code you've requested, Striped Skunk I believe. Is this
correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, again, there may be a little discomfort as
this injection must be into your muscle.
Tim winced once again, but this injection was just
like the first. Ow, and then over. He opened his eyes to
find both doctors standing, looking over him.
"That's it?" he asked.
"That's it. You'll now be lead to your room upstairs.
The change will occur slowly over the next 3-4 days, and
you'll need to be under our supervision."
"I... can't leave?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Wheeler. There may arise a need
for painkillers or other minor complications, and
furthermore, you don't expect the general public to be okay
with a skunkman in the midst of his changes, do you? You
are the first, remember."
"Hmmm. That's true. So what kind of room is this
going to be?"
"I'll leave the nurse to show you. Thank you, Tim,
for agreeing to this. We'll be in to check on you over the
next few days. Nurse Miller will be with you again shortly.
---
Tim was lead into a room that very much resembled a
nice hotel room. There was a bed, a chair, and a dining
table, as well as a TV with a black box that could only be
the cable system. Just like a hotel room, the furniture was
unremarkable, but nice. Behind the dresser that the
television was stationed on was an enormous mirror. Tim
looked into it, expressionlessly, as Nurse Miller informed
him that meals would be provided and brought to him room
for him. With that she left him in there. Alone.
Strangely, Tim was a little disappointed with the way
things had gone so far. Two shots, a hotel room, and that's
it? He had somehow envisioned the procedure as being much
more dramatic. Nevertheless, he did feel a little
something. His arms and legs were all prickly, almost like
goosebumps, but without the chill, just... well... prickly.
He also felt as if his ears were burning up. Sure enough,
as he looked in the mirror, he saw them a deep shade of
red, as if he had just come in from the cold. He also felt
tired. Very tired. The fatigue he was experiencing was more
like that after spending an entire day hiking, or golfing,
or anything of the sort that has you moderately active for
an entire day. He looked at the bed, and without a second
thought flopped face first onto it.
His silliness was rewarded with a sharp knife of pain
from his chest. He cried out from the unexpected
discomfort, but quickly dismissed it as it went away as
soon as he turned to his side. He had intended to turn on
the television and flick around until he dosed off, but he
just couldn't seem to motivate himself to reach for the
remote. Before very long, he had slipped away into a deep,
dreamless sleep.
He awoke some time later, unsure of how long he had
been asleep. Unfortunately there was no clock, and no
windows in his room. He stretched out, yawning, and ran his
hands over his head like he had always done in the morning.
This morning, however, his hands stroked over his ears in
this motion. He uttered a mild exclamation and darted to
the mirror to see. Sure enough, his ears were now little
rounded off skunk ears, and they were on the top of his
head, not the sides. They peeked up through his hair, which
seemed a little longer and appeared to have a hint of white
sprinkled in his normal, black hair.
He admired himself for a little while, and was
interrupted by a knock at the door. It was one of the
doctors. Tim invited him to enter, but the man curtly
refused.
"Mr. Wheeler, I see you've noticed the beginning
stages of your change, I'm here only to inform you that we
are unable to determine in what order your physique will
change. What we DO know, Mr. Wheeler, is that these changes
occur in concentrated areas over a short period of time.
Your ears, for example, changed and repositioned in less
than 5 minutes. Your, ahem... other overnight changes were
even quicker. I want you to know this to minimize the
chances of you panicking as changes occur while you're in a
conscious state, understood?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess. Sure."
"Good. Nurse Miller will be up with your breakfast
shortly. Good day Mr. Wheeler."
The doctor motioned for Tim to step back, and once
Tim had complied, he gently shut the patent's door in front
of him. Tim stood, slightly puzzled, gazing at the closed
door until something the doctor said stuck him.
"Other changes??"
Tim looked down in shock as he realized he was now
dressed in a loose fitting, mono-color pajama.
"How... how did?"
He quickly removed it, embarrassed with himself for
being too absorbed with his ears to realize that his
clothes had been changed, and gasped again, this time in
excitement.
All of the hair that used to be on his body was now
fur. There was no denying it. A fine, sparse dusting of
black fur was on his arms and legs, his lower abdomen a
sparse white, and his pubic area a thick, soft white. Tim
ran his fingers through his and practically bounced with
energy. After a moment or two, he reached for the discarded
PJ's, considered it for a moment, and left them in a puddle
on the floor. He reasoned to himself that not only was he
locked alone in a room, but also the only people that saw
him would be the people that presumably had changed his
clothing. If they'd already seen him nude once... they hey,
right?
A clack and a slide broke him from his smug musings.
He looked over towards the closed door and saw that a
covered metal tray had been slid into the room. Smiling, he
picked it up and took it to his dining table. He watched
television while he picked at it, but never being much of a
breakfast person, pick at it was all he did.
With nothing to do other than sit and watch the TV,
that's all the Tim did, however, some time during The Price
Is Right, he felt a wave of what felt like needles sweep
over his entire torso. With no shirt on to impede his view,
he watched with glee as the white hairs on his tummy spread
upwards. The entire thing took less than a single
commercial break, and when it was over, a thin layer of
white fur coated him from waist to neck. He smiled as he
drew his hands over it, and moaned at the sensation. Not
only from the feel of his new fur, but from his body,
specifically his chest. He felt his nipples tighten a
little, becoming hard little nubs, before the tingling
descended on them and them alone. He watched, mouth agape
as they became larger, nearly the size of a quarter, and
noticeably darker, stopping only when they were nearly
black in color. He had stopped in mid-stroke when this had
happened, and now let his grin return as he stroked down to
his hips. Again, he shivered at the soft, pleasurable
sensation of petting through the fur, and again the pins
and needles sensation settled over his abdomen. He watched
as what used to be his little Buddha belly melted away,
becoming nice and flat. He winced for a moment as it felt
as if he was being pinched around his sides, and watched as
the sides of his tummy lost their modest amount of flab,
and drew in past the point of shapely, and near the realm
of womanly. This disturbed Tim a little bit, but he
dismissed it, thinking that it would look perfect once his
transformation had completed.
Aiding in Tim's dismissal was the fact that the
second and third changes seemed to be triggered by his own
touch. This and the combination of the thrilling feel of
his reshaping flesh made him decide to conduct a little
experiment. Closing his eyes and drumming up every nude
skunkette picture he had committed to his memory, he began
to leisurely play with his manhood. Not surprisingly, after
a few moments, Tim became more involved with his
masturbation than his experiment. He moaned and rocked as
he lay on his back, pumping himself more and more rapidly.
He swore that his cock was bigger than it had been before,
but was too wrapped up in his actions to open his eyes and
look. He went on and on, seemingly forever, before he came
with intensity enough to make him buck and shudder on the
sheets. Only when it had passed did he realize that he was
not "rewarded" with the warm wetness of his spooge on his
tummy. He curiously opened his eyes and looked about, but
there was no mistake about it, he had climaxed, but hadn't
come.
What Tim did notice, however, was the fact that his
cock had indeed undergone some changes. Still erect to the
point of pointing up towards his chest was a phallus easily
11 inches in length, and thicker as well. Tim closed his
hand around it and was surprised to find it incredibly
hard, even when squeezing it dangerously hard, it barely
gave at all in his hand. That wasn't to say it was numb to
feeling. Tim's breathing had slipped back into a pant as he
experimentally squeezed his prick, and he forced himself to
stop before round 2 officially began.
Tim distracted himself with the changes that had
surrounded his thighs and hips while he was masturbating.
His hips had swelled considerably in the short time he took
pleasuring himself. Making this stand out more was the fact
that his waist had slimmed even more, not only losing all
of its former bulk, but pinching in from the sides as well.
His thighs had changed as well. Now where there was once
bare flesh, was now a considerable coat of fur. White
surrounding his crotch and extending just past it, black on
the outsides.
The black fur stopped abruptly just above his knees,
and half rolling over, Tim attempted to see how far back
around his thighs the fur had spread. Sure enough, the
sleek black fur covered the backs of his thighs just as far
down as it did on the front. On his butt, the shiny, coal-
colored fur coated the outside, while both sides of his
asscrack were the snowy white shade that covered his
crotch.
His butt in and of itself was also different. It
seemed to have swelled considerably. While it wasn't by any
means fat, on the contrary, a firm poke and an experimental
open-handed whack by Tim confirmed that it was as firm, if
not firmer than it had ever been. But it was definitely
larger, and quite rounded.
Tim began to worry at this point. The only thing
keeping him from accepting the worry as legitimate was the
fact that despite these female-ish changes to his body
structure, his maleness was intact. In fact, it was bigger
and harder than it was before this madness started. Perhaps
it was because of how bad he wanted to become a skunk, or
perhaps it was because he simply couldn't accept that a
gender change would accompany his species modification, but
whatever the reason, Tim just ignored the creeping doubt
and worry.
Tim still lay there on his side, looking down at his
cock, admiring it. He smirked to himself as he dragged a
finger down its length, causing him to shiver a little. It
was so hard and smooth, it seemed as if it was no longer
flesh. Grinning, Tim gave himself a very light single
finger flick, as if he were flinging a crumb off of it. The
finger connected with his member with a solid "Tick!" that
sent a jolt of pleasure all the way to his toes.
Unable to hold himself off any longer, Tim wrapped
his hand around his cock and began to pump it methodically.
As he slowly and leisurely manipulated his member, he was
able to feel the tingling creep down from his lower thighs,
towards his knees. He pumped harder for a few moments, and
sure enough, the intense pleasure overrode any pins and
needles sensations his changing was producing. He groaned
and forced himself to slow down again, smirking as the tiny
needles made their presence felt on his kneecaps, then
slowly flowed further down his legs.
His breathing became more and more shallow as he
found himself trying harder and harder to pick up the pace
despite his best efforts to take his session slowly.
Finally, as a near-painful buildup of the pins and needles
emerged just above his rear, he found himself no longer
able to control himself.
Rolling all the way over from his side to his hands
and knees, Tim howled as he jackhammered his fist over his
length. His changing was the furthest thing from his mind
as his hips entered the equation as if of their own mind.
They pumped and bucked furiously, as if he was mating with
an unseen partner underneath him. Finally, mercifully, Tim
came with a high pitched scream that was most certainly
uncharacteristic of his past. He collapsed on his tummy and
chest, still panting, trying to get his wits back together.
As he flumped face down against the mattress, he was
assaulted by a number of new sensations at once. The first
was his thick, bushy tail going limp over his back. The
second was the pressure of his muzzle against the mattress,
which forced him to turn his head to the side. The third
and most disturbing were the heavy pressure he felt on his
breasts. With a frightened squeal, he scrambled to his feet
and stood before the giant mirror. The image that looked
back at him was undoubtedly a skunk furry. Unmistakably
female, as well.
"Noooooooo!" She cried out in a feminine wail.
She looked down where his maleness once was, and saw
only the folds of her vagina. She slowly brought her hands
towards it, and shivered as they merely grazed over her
seeping wetness.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something
on her bed. A black cylinder of some sort. She bent over
and peered at it, afraid to just go ahead and grab it. Her
eyes widened as she realized what it was. Her cock, or what
once was her maleness, now lay on the bed as a long, smooth
dildo. Resisting the urge to weep, she picked it up. There
was no doubt that it was plastic... and... and... friendly
looking?
She sniffed it delicately with her new nose, seeking
even a trace of her old self in its scent, but she smelled
only sex. Unsure why she was doing it, she moved the dildo
down just a bit, so that she could just barely touch her
tongue to it. The taste, she had to admit, was a little
intoxicating. As if in a trance, she opened her muzzle and
slid the first two inches of the dildo into her muzzle, a
low "murrrr" sound being emitted from deep in her throat,
she delicately fellated the dildo in this manner for a few
moments, before slowly withdrawing it from her muzzle.
Another scent had caught her attention, in just a few
moments, she was able to identify it. It was her. Her
pussy, to be more accurate. She was seeping wet, and...
and... she knew what she wanted...
Epilogue
The next day, the newly named Summer Grass was
released from the clinic, her official documents and
identification legally altered to reflect the new her. She
was accepted back to her job as a high school teacher in
September, but was fired before the holidays for sexual
misconduct. She now makes a decent living as an exotic
dancer, as she capitalized on her unique form of sexiness
before the clinic and others made it more commonplace.
While she herself is now not the only skunkette, let alone
the only furry in the Adult Entertainment Industry, she was
the first, and still has quite a following.
The doctors at the clinic were henceforth very sure
to insist that no sexual stimulation occur during the
changing stages... but of course not everyone took their
advice...
--End
If you've read this far, thank you. I apologize for being a
bit of a one-trick pony as far as my transformation content
and methods are concerned. I'm sure those of you that
enjoyed my first story were at least a little disappointed
to see that I pretty much used the same gimmick as I did in
the first one. In fact, I think "Furry Saga, The Beginning"
was an overall better effort than this one, so... I'm
sorry. But, hey, it's something, right?
Oh, and you'll notice that I've sort of left this strain
open for continuation. While I myself am going to be in the
process of moving and settling in to a new job this month,
I encourage anyone with the time and the inclination to add
a chapter to this or the "Furry Saga." And now that I
mention that title, allow me to apologize to the author of
the "Fury Saga." The title to my original skunkette
transformation story is not of my making, but rather
Fictionmania's wise attempt to remove "Fifi and Buster"
from the title.
I'd just like to thank you all once again for reading my
story, your comments, both negative and positive are
greatly appreciated. If you'd like to reach me directly for
whatever reason, you can drop me a line at
[email protected]
Thanks!
-RdL
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