TransFur: Musky Bunny

It was all your girlfriend's fault, really. I had started out innocently enough. Well, not innocently, but simply, perhaps. You'd returned early from work one day to find her sniffing one of your dirty shirts as she masturbated. It wasn't, by far, the worst thing you could have surprised her doing and she quickly explained, though with some embarrassment, that she had a bit of a scent fetish. That was unexpected, but strangely intriguing and discussion of it led, perhaps inevitably, to trying it out. And, so, you laid yourself on the bed, naked and let her do as she wished. Slowly masturbating, she moved over you, sniffing at you, here and there, all over, a wide, lusty smile on her face. It felt strangely arousing to have her appreciate your scent so much. There was something primal about it and she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself more than usual, growing bolder and bolder over time, culminating with her masturbating herself to climax with her nose pushed right against your balls. That was her first orgasm. Her second happened while you were taking her hard, pouring into her all of the arousal her acts had caused you.

It was perhaps inevitable that, from that day, your sex occasionally incorporated scent play. Then, frequently moved to often, to usually, then every time. The more your girlfriend revelled in her growing fetish, the better the sex became for both of you and the more you wanted to give her. You started showering less and exercising more, just so that you could smell more for her, so that you could see her shuddering in desire as she breathed in your musk. And still, she wanted more. Eventually, she started whispering to you, after sex, about how much better it could still be if you would let out a proper bestial stench, fur trapping in the smell, big breasts for her to play with as she basked in your musk. You had known that she was bi, but only now realized how much. Once, it might have bothered you, but it was clear by now how much she wanted you. She didn't want any stinky beast girl; she wanted you as a beast girl. And the more you heard the whispered desire in her voice, the more you felt like you might want that as well. Though it was only when she started 'accidentally' leaving TransFur leaflets around, with the musk program carefully underlined, that you realized just how serious she was.

It took a lot more prodding, a bit more hesitation, but eventually, you did give in, admitting that you wanted it just as much as your girlfriend did. She was ecstatic when you told her and, within the week, you had your appointment at a clinic. It was a rarer sort of request, so you had to fill out extra consent forms, but you did get through and return before the evening with the procedure performed. You had opted for a slow transformation, but did ask them to start you off with a scent boost, which your girlfriend definitely appreciated.

Your scent deepened and strengthened over the following days, as your form started to change. Just as your girlfriend had hoped, the white fur spreading all over you was wonderful at trapping your increasingly bestial stench. Womanly curves were starting to grow on you, too, overtaking your masculine form. Plump breasts, thighs, ass and belly that your girlfriend seemed to endlessly enjoy groping and caressing, thick nipples that she suckled with enthusiasm, making you let out sweet, feminine moans, and long rabbit ears, flopping down your back, as well as a cute, fluffy tail. You kept your cock, however. You couldn't deny either of you the pleasure of having your girlfriend masturbate herself to orgasm over and over as she sniffed your balls. You even had both cock and balls become a bit larger. Not as hefty as some other furs got them, but more than enough to suit you both.

Your scent had become especially potent as your changes ended. You could keep it under control, if you wanted, but a single day of not washing made it as strong as what would have taken many before, and many days made it so strong that a single whiff made your girlfriend melt in desire. You were fully a rabbit fur now, wonderfully plump, massively busty and almost always stinky. And with your improved rabbit nose, you now understood just how good your stench was. Your girlfriend's scent, however, was still so weak, so... human. You had started dropping some hints after sex, though, and you had the feeling that, before long, there wouldn't be just one sexy, musky fur stinking up the place.