TransFur: Skipping the Tour

It was sort of a tradition, sort of a way to keep in touch, every month or two, you and a group of your friends got together for an activity, with a rotation of who decides on it. Sometimes, it was just going to the movies, sometimes something more elaborate. This time, your friend had decided on a visit to Trevor Farm, where, you were told, a lot of the raw material for the TransFur clinics in the area was produced and processed there.

The trip there had gone well enough and you were quickly met by your guide, an attractive looking rabbit woman. After filling a few forms and giving a few warnings about not wandering away from the tour. Warnings which you ignored at the first opportunity, slipping out when no one was looking and heading off to look for yourself. You were sure that your guide was a wonderful one, you just weren't much for guided tours, preferring, usually, to just have a look for yourself.

You were enjoying yourself, for a while, looking over fields and examining strange machinery, occasionally spotting groups of furs in the distance. You did your best not to let yourself be spotted, until, perhaps inevitably, you were left with little choice as you turned a corner and found yourself facing one who couldn't possibly have missed you. He was horse type, with brown fur and powerfully built, wearing nothing but loose overalls. He looked at you for a moment, then continued what he was doing, loading what looked like a stack of coolers into the bed of a truck.

The day was hot and the horse man had been working for most of it, you were sure, so it wasn't surprising that, even from where you were, you could smell a particular scent coming from him, a mixture of sweat, masculine musk and his particular animalistic smell. It wasn't entirely unpleasant and you didn't mind breathing it in as you stood there, watching. It was mesmerizing, in a way. The coolers were heavy, even for him, so his muscles bulged pleasantly as he moved. You weren't gay or anything, of course, but there wasn't anything unusual about a man appreciating another man's strength, was there?

You didn't realize how long you'd been just standing there, watching, staring, until you noticed that the stack of coolers was nearly gone. Only then did you approach the man further. From up close, the smell was more powerful and even more imposing, in a way that made you feel strange. You asked if he was going to report you. He put another cooler into the truck before answering. "I didn't invite you over, right?" he asked. "You signed the papers you were given, your guide warned you?" You agreed that all of those things were true. He shrugged. "Then we're in the clear. It's not even like you're not allowed to take a look around. Just better not to. For your own safety."

This confused you, of course, you had gone to plenty of places on the farm already and didn't particularly feel unsafe. The man nodded. "Not safety like that. I guess you didn't stay on the tour long enough, but, basically, the raw stuff TransFur uses is made by furs like me. It's processed after, of course, and there's other ways to make it, but turns out doing it naturally is still the best. Problem is, that makes us all really infectious. Humans get turned, furs just become infectious, too, other than a few immune ones, like your guide. So we all stay here, take care of the work by ourselves. It keeps us busy. As for you, well, I guess you get to decide if you want to go farther than this."

When you expressed your confusion at what the man had just said, he let out a laugh. "You don't think you're still straight, do you? I can see it in the way you look at me, how you keep sniffing the air. Tell you what, there's a shack right over there," he said, pointing to one some distance behind him. "I'll be taking my break there soon. You can go back to your group and deal with what's already happened how you like or you can wait until I load up the last of these coolers, come with me and I'll help get you the rest of the way. And I can promise, that way will be a lot more fun."

Once the man had spoken the words, it was hard for you to deny them. He was looking very good to you now and smelling better and better by the moment. Stunned by the realization, you didn't move until he had finished loading the truck and most of the way to the shack and, then, you felt like you couldn't help but to follow, growing more and more excited with each step. You wondered if you were really going to go through with it. Throwing away your humanity for some sex? And yet, each step took you closer and closer as apprehension about the idea, too, started to turn to excitement.

Once you entered the shack and saw the man, any hint of hesitation you had left in you vanished. He was fully undressed now, sitting on a wide, comfortable chair, and his thin fur did little to hide his powerful, well-defined muscles. His legs were spread, showing off his massive, hard cock and the small, enclosed space made his scent hang thick in the air, causing you to pant in need and desire. He smiled when he saw you, a confident smile which showed that he had known that you would be coming to him. And you knew, too, that there had been no other choice for you.

The man waved to the floor in front of you. A pillow had already been set down there. For you or because this was a common occurrence, you couldn't tell. Still, you kneeled on it so that his cock nearly filled your whole view, but his raised hand stopped you from doing anything yet. With his other, he grabbed his cock and ran it up and down in slow strokes, until the top shone with drops of precum. He moved his hands to the side, then, and let you do as you liked. You knew what he wanted, knew that once you took in the alluring fluid, there would be no going back. You didn't hesitate for a moment.

The man's precum was sweet, salty and delicious and it tingled pleasantly on your tongue, a tingle which spread through the rest of your body as you kept licking at him, running your tongue over the tip of his cock, down the shaft, to his balls, where you paused to take deep, wonderful breaths, before moving up again, until you were suckling his tip. You couldn't take much at first, but you could feel your face start to push out, as if to help you take more of him while your tongue was getting longer, making you better able to get him to let out those cute little grunts of pleasure you were getting him to make.

It wasn't long before the changes which you were feeling happening to your face started to spread to the rest of your body. You could see the tan and brown fur spread on your arms just as you could feel it grow on the rest of your body, a body which was changing proportions by the moment. Your shoulders were growing narrower and your hips wider. You felt a pressure on your chest and you pulled down your shirt to reveal a pair of growing breasts. You were turning into a woman and you were finding that you were loving it! One of your hands moved to one of your breasts, making you let out sweet moans as you groped at it, while your other hand moved to massage the man's big, musky balls, something which he clearly seemed to enjoy.

As you kept changing, as your ears moved toward the top of your head and your cock started to retreat into you, you found that your nose was getting ever more sensitive, all the better to breathe in more and more of the man's wonderful scent. You were getting more and more of the man's cock inside your mouth each time you tried, too. "Good girl," he rumbled as he started caressing your now longer hair, which made the small tail which had begun to grow just above your ass wag furiously. This was so good! Better than you could have imagined and you could tell that you were nearing completion. You let out a last moan as your cock finally pulled into you, forming your new pussy, before pushing down as far as you could, much further than you could possibly have hoped to as a human, but still less than half of his massive size. And, in return, he rewarded you by letting out a last grunt and releasing an impressive load of cum. It was more than you could easily swallow, so you soon had to release him and let him paint your face and breasts with his seed.

With the man being satisfied, for now, you decided it was a good time to get a look at the new you. You took out your phone and took a picture, making sure to get his now flaccid cock, with the evidence of how far you'd gotten on him, nicely in the frame. And you thought that you looked amazing! A hot dog woman now, the cum covering your face and breasts made you look, you felt, especially sexy. Without even thinking of feeling shame about it, you sent the photo to your friends before turning your attention back towards the man's cock. Dimly, you wondered what they would do. You hoped that they would come to find you, that would certainly result in a group activity much more fun than any guided tour. But, more importantly, you were hoping that you could get the man hard again. You had a brand new pussy, after all, and were finding yourself very eager to try it out.