TransFur: A Wife Knows

You were devastated when your husband told you he was gay. You had already known that Dan wasn't straight, of course. A wife knows. And, of course, you couldn't help but notice the places his gaze went when you were together. It was arrogant of you, perhaps, to think that the reason you'd never seen him look at another woman was because he was with you. Or maybe it was simply that you couldn't handle the consequences of that thought, that the only man you'd ever loved couldn't be with you. Now, however, you were forced to deal with the consequences. He had said what needed to be said and you would do what needed to be done.

It was drastic, it was foolish, an impulsive, wrong-headed move. And the only way you could think of to keep Dan yours. You didn't talk to Dan about it first. Maybe you should have, but you knew that if you did, he'd try to talk you out of it. And he'd likely succeed, too. You were already only barely managing to keep it together enough to keep going. If you even just stopped to actually think about it, you wouldn't go through with it, you were sure. And then, you'd certainly lose Dan. And you couldn't let that happen! He'd be angry, of course, you knew that, but what was the worst he could do? Leave you? He was going to do that already! And so, you went straight to the TransFur clinic and filled out the forms, remembering laughing with your friends about the kind of person who would do this sort of thing, never realizing that you would be one of them.

Once everything was properly filled out, you were immediately taken to have the procedure done. It was surprisingly quick and painless and you were then taken to a comfortable room, according to your preferences. You weren't ready to face Dan still. You want to be complete first. The next time you saw him would be as your new self, a self you hoped he could love. All you had to do was flock a switch. They were intent, it seemed, on always leaving the last step of the procedure to the patient. Maybe a way to avoid responsibility, or to ensure that the process is always done willingly. In any case, you knew you had plenty of time. Plenty of time to hesitate still and to look over the room. It was small, but nice. There was a bed, which was large enough, you imagined, to fit four people, a bedside table with a tasteful display of lotions and toys, which made it clear the kind of things which tended to happen in the room, and a large mirror. Most liked to see the changes as they happened, was your understanding. You felt that you weren't any exception. And, so, you disrobed fully and, after a last look at your old self and a last moment of hesitation, you reached over to flick the switch.

It was like a jolt going through your entire body and you could soon see the results as pink fur started to sprout all over you. It felt strange and strangely good, even as your proportions started to change, just a bit. You felt somewhat lucky that Dan didn't just like big, burly men. It was a bit of a shame, losing your breasts, small as they had been, but it was made up by your ass growing pleasantly big. Your ears, too, were lengthening by the moment. As was your clit. You had expected it, of course, you had requested it, but it was still surprising to see how it grew and shifted, slowly turning into your new cock. Surprising, but exciting, too. And arousing. You couldn't resist long before moving a hand down to rub at it, then to stroke it. Soon, you were letting out cute moans in a voice that wasn't entirely yours, a mix of feminine and masculine, which you were growing to love, as you watched, in the mirror, your new self emerge out of your old. It was hard to believe that the pink rabbit man that you were seeing in the mirror was really you, hard to believe how cute and hot he was, hard to believe how good it felt to be him. You shuddered in pleasure as your balls popped out of your pussy, before it sealed up behind them and your moans sounded beautiful in your long ears as you gave yourself your first male orgasm.

With your changes done, you spent some time cleaning up and examining your hot new self before putting on clothes you'd brought just for the occasion and going back home. Back to your husband. He was confused at first, of course. Disbelieving, too, until you showed him proof that the clinic had helpfully provided. Anger and disappointment were next, as you had expected. But there was more than just that. His eyes were running over your cute body like you'd never seen them do before. Not on you, at least. You never realized before how good it was to be wanted by the one you love like that. You'd been loved plenty, of course, but this... this was new and exciting. You wanted more! Without thinking about what you were doing, you turned around, dropped your pants and bent over, even as he was berating you. That certainly stopped him mid-flow as he stared at you, at your cute pink ass adorned with a cute pink tail above and a cute pink cock below and you knew you had him. A wife knows, after all. Well, maybe not a wife anymore, but you certainly knew his type and you had made sure that you were it. And it was paying off in spades, the heady mixture of love, lust and need you could feel from his touch wiped away any lingering doubts about your changes.

A tender touch on your cheek led you to turn into a kiss and you let out a needy little whimper when you felt Dan's cock rub against your ass. You had never enjoyed taking it back there as a woman, so you had asked the clinic to make sure that you would enjoy it now. That had been a very good choice. Feeling Dan push into you was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Not quite like when he'd taken your pussy, nothing like the previous times you'd tried anal. It was so good! Especially when he pushed against an especially sensitive part deep inside you, which you dimly recalled must have been your prostate, even through all the pleasure. Dan was slow and gentle at first, but with the way you pushed back against him, it soon became clear that you wanted more. He was happy to oblige and you were soon a moaning mess as your beloved husband thrust into you over and over again, welcoming you to a new, wonderful kind of pleasure. It felt so good that Dan didn't even need to touch your cock for you to cum at the same time as him.

Your second male orgasm was even better than the first and feeling Dan spill his seed deep inside you was amazing! Of course, it had been great before, but now, it was amazing in a whole new way. You wanted more and you managed to tease and cajole Dan into giving it to you a second time. A third, however, seemed to be out of the question. You were still happy, of course, happy that he had accepted you, happy that you could be together from now on, but still, you wanted more. Maybe it was greedy of you, but now that you'd tasted sex as a fur, once or twice a day wouldn't be enough for you anymore. Humans had so little stamina, you now realized, but that could be solved easily. A husband knows, after all, and you knew that it wouldn't take much encouragement for him to take his turn at the clinic. So even as you kissed and cuddled together, you couldn't help but to smile at the thought of the handsome fur he'd soon be. And all the hot sex you'd have together.