TransFur: Island Life

It was a bad time in your life. You were out of a job, all of your friends seemed to have moved away or no longer cared about you and your most recent relationship didn't work out. You needed a change. And a particular job opportunity seemed to be just what you needed. Someone was apparently needed to run a snack stand on a tropical island. Good pay, good location, it seemed like there should be no shortage of applicants, but there was a strange requirement 'Need to be a furs or those willing to become a fur'.

The requirement was surprising, to say the least, but the opportunity was too tempting not to apply. And, to your surprise, you got called in for an interview. It was a webcam one, of course, with an otter who introduced himself as the owner. After discussion of your qualifications, the topic of the special requirement came up. "Ah, yes, that wouldn't usually be allowed, of course, but the circumstances here are special. You see, the island where you'll be working was the subject of TransFur research. You've heard of them, yes?" Of course, you had. There was a. TransFur clinic right in your town. One of your friends had even got herself changed before moving away. "It was all above board, of course, or so I'm told, but there's some lingering effect. Anyone who stays here long-term eventually turns into a fur. The shortest time we've seen before first change is three weeks, the longest two months. Human tourists are limited to two week stays, so they're safe, but you'll be turning sooner or later. I think you're a good fit, the job's yours if you want it, but I understand if that's too much for you."

You had to think about it for a while, of course. It was as close to a dream job as you could hope for, but you weren't sure if you really wanted to turn into a fur. In the end, you agreed to a two week trial period, at least, with the deal sweetened by having everything paid for. Later, you would learn that there was a program to help defray the costs of bringing new humans to the island, part of an ongoing TransFur research program, but at the time, you were only surprised about how good a deal it was. Travel both ways, food and a small apartment, all free of charge for up to a month. A period, you realized, which put you well into the 'danger zone', so to speak. But worst case, you'd leave after a couple of weeks with extra money and a tan. Best case... You weren't sure what the best case was, but you'd simply have to see.

There weren't any planes going to Chukcha island, so you had to go by boat for the last stretch. It wasn't a long trip, but you were glad when you arrived, still. It was quite a shock, though, as you'd never seen so many furs in the same place before. And certainly not in such varied states of dress. There were no nudity laws on the island, it seemed, and you could see furs going around wearing anything from a full suit to nothing at all. Even some of the furs which had been on the ship with you started to undress as they disembarked. You looked around at the scene for a while until you spotted Vern, your new boss. He was wearing a tropical shirt and swim trunks, though you already suspected, and soon would learn, that he much preferred wearing just the shirt. He was holding a sign with your name on it, making it clear who he was, and you went right to him.

Vern greeted you warmly and spent the first day showing you around. There was your apartment, of course, a small place, barely more than one room, combination bedroom, kitchen and living room, and a bathroom, but it was good enough to start. Your new workplace was next. Simple enough, it was mostly a large counter under a roof on stilts, with tables all around, providing food and beverage of all sorts to tourists and locals. You would be manager, coot, waiter and whatever else was needed, though Vern promised to provide some local help during the heavier tourist seasons. You'd been in the industry long enough that you felt like you could manage the work and there was certainly something enticing about being able to work in the fresh air. That and the very good view of so many naked or nearly naked furs frolicking on the beach wasn't one which escaped your attention. Nor did your interest escape Vern's. "I don't mind you enjoying the view, just as long as you keep up a good job," he said. You assured him that you could handle it, to which he responded with a chuckle. The rest of the day was spent showing you various attractions and pointing you to a few useful stores and restaurants.

The second day had you start work with Vern's assistance, showing you where everything was and how to handle the business, while assuring you that you could contact him at any time if you had any questions. On the third day, you were on your own and finding that you were very much enjoying the job. It was busy, but fulfilling, serving a number of furs and humans both. You felt in charge, working in fresh air was great and the view was, of course, fantastic! Outside of work, things were going great, too. You were surprisingly quick to develop a group of friends. They were all locals, of course, meaning they were furs, but you didn't mind and they didn't seem to mind, either, that you were human, though they possibly were simply regarding that as a temporary arrangement. You didn't even mind the smallness of your apartment. With the weather always so nice, you barely spent any time in it, other than for some meals, sleeping and sex. And there was plenty of sex to be had. The furs on the island seemed to have as casual an attitude towards sex as they did towards nudity. Even couples seemed to be closer to preferred partners than to being exclusive, so it wasn't long before you had been pulled into sex with most of your friends, sometimes more than one at a time.

You were enjoying yourself so much that your two weeks seemed to fly by. It seemed all too natural, then, to stay a couple more days. Then a couple more after that. Days added onto days and when you found the first tuft of fur on your chest, you realized that you had already been there for well over a month. By then, it was too late to think about not turning into a fur, but you found that you had mostly accepted that already, even finding a sense of relief that you didn't have to worry about it anymore. Your friends, of course, were very excited about it and a popular topic of gossip soon became how far along you were, what changes had already happened and what they could expect or hope for. Almost daily, one of them would find some excuse to examine you. And since that usually turned into an excuse for sex, you certainly didn't mind.

Aside from the bits of fur which had started to cover you, the first indication of how you were changing was your nipples, having become larger and more sensitive, before mass started to build up behind them. A rounding of the hips told more, but the fact that your cock seemed to be growing as well indicated well that it wasn't the whole story. Not that you could tell easily, as the changes were so small and gradual that you couldn't tell the difference, going from one day to another. You're friends, though, made sure to make plenty of measurements and take plenty of photos which showed how you were changing, day by day. And it wasn't just for your friend's pleasure either. TransFur, you found out, would be giving you a hefty reward in exchange for documentation of your changes.

Of course, while it was hard to notice the day-to-day changes you were undergoing, it was undeniable that they were happening. You would simply, one day, look at yourself and realize how much your breasts had grown, how thick your nipples were and how large your areolas. You would look into the mirror to notice your ears being larger and pointier. You would pull on your pants or shorts and notice how difficult it was to pull them up over your expanded hips and ass or you would be casually stroking your cock while watching two of your friends have sex together and notice how big it felt and how much its shape was changing. The tip of it was getting flatter and a ring was growing near its middle which felt amazing when it was rubbed. And as your face started to push out and your teeth to grow sharper, you began to develop a dominant streak as well. This, too, came gradually, until, one day, you noticed that, where your friends had been initiating sex at first, you were now the one demanding it most of the time. Not that your friends minded by far. They certainly seemed to be lusting for you more the further your changes progressed.

While the changes were slow enough that you could get used to them as they progressed, your clothes didn't get that benefit. As your breasts grew more and more, they stretched out and lifted your shirts, revealing more and more belly, until they grew so big that the shirt you'd brought with you couldn't even cover them entirely and were starting to tear. Maybe you could have gotten new ones, but, by then, you'd gotten so used to being naked with your friends that you decided to forgo shirts entirely. And soon, pants, too. The ones which you had brought with you simply couldn't handle your increasingly hefty proportions and increasingly impressive bulge. You did experiment with skirts, enjoying how you big, bestial cock made them tent lewdly, until, eventually, they were more tent than skirt, and chose to wear nothing there as well. You did laugh about how much you'd gone native, but it was, perhaps, appropriate. You hardly were human anymore, after all, now clearly approaching the form of a hyena and getting closer every day. Along with your obviously improved assets and the tan and orange fur covering ever more of you, your voice was changing, too, gaining a deliciously melodious, growly tone, which you loved. Your nose had gotten more sensitive, too, enough that you could distinguish your friends' scents and more than enough to smell their arousal when they looked at you. And when you ordered one to their knees to lick your massive cock.

It was just about a year after you'd first arrived on the island that your changes finally slowed and stopped, your new form being apparently complete. You were fully a hyena woman now, with wide hips, plenty of ass and breasts so big that they covered most of your chest. Thick nipples stood proudly on them, surrounded by ample areolas. Your cock, too jutted proudly in front of you, long and thick. Its flat tip and medial ring made it clear that it wasn't human at all. By then, you had gained more friends still and even collared a pair of pets, who very much helped to satisfy your newly dominant personality. For the occasion, your pets made you a gift of a pair of barbell piercings for your nipples, which you always wore proudly, while usually wearing nothing else at all, except, during work, for an apron which covered nothing of your delightful assets. Work, too, was going great. You still loved it and you had even leveraged the money you got from TransFur into part ownership of your location. A year before, you had felt like you needed a change and you had been right. You had gotten just the change you needed and were looking forward to enjoying more of your new self and your new life.