TransFur: A Husband Follows

(Sequel to Transfur: A Wife Knows)

It had been the hardest decision you'd ever made. You loved your wife so much, more than you'd ever loved anyone, more than you could imagine loving anyone. Again, often, you had considered simply never telling her, but you simply couldn't anymore. And, so, you told her, one simple word, letting her know the truth, that, much as you wanted to, you didn't find her attractive, that you couldn't ever find her attractive, nor any other woman for that matter.

The tears, you had expected, the anger, the recrimination, the sullen distance between you after as you both tried to figure out where to go from there. You had expected many things. What you hadn't expected was how quick your wife was to understand and accept the situation. What you had expected even less was to find an adorable, pink rabbit fur coming into your house. He was standing there nervously, ears flattened behind his head, nose witching cutely as he told you who he was. And who he'd been. Your wife, your husband now, changed to fit you, to be with you like she couldn't have been before.

You had been disbelieving at first, of course, but the more proof he gave, both official and things your wife would have never told anyone else, the more that disbelief turned to anger, not at your wife, not really, but at yourself, for forcing her into this somehow, for making her feel like she had no choice but to turn herself into something else entirely in order to be with you, for not having had the courage to make a hard, clean break. And all of that anger and all of that frustration, you poured into this rabbit fur, this stranger who dared to take the place of the one you loved most, that you would never see again.

You were pouring all of your anger, your pain and your frustration into this pink bunny fur, unable to stop, until he got a strange look in his eyes, turned around, dropped his pants and bent over for you, showing you his perfectly shaped ass, covered in wonderful pink fluff with a perfect pink fluff of a tail above and a beautiful pink cock below. This, finally, made you stop, because of the absurdity of the situation, yes, but also because you realized how much of a fool you were being. Your beloved wife was still there, right in front of you. He was just your husband now and he had given you the most wonderful gift he could possibly give you and you were setting yourself up to throw it all away!

Your husband shuddered for a moment when you reached out to touch his cheek, but he turned his beautiful face towards you, you kissed his beautiful lips and he gave you a smile that made your heart melt and your cock throb. It is often said that men sometimes think with the wrong head. It is more rarely said that it's the upper one that's in the wrong. In this case, though, you felt like that one had had its chance plenty already. Your husband seemed to agree, cooing happily when you dropped your pants and started to rub your hard cock against his wonderfully soft ass.

You had never been with a man before, of course. You had tried just this with your husband, when he'd still been your wife, but she hadn't much enjoyed it then, so you were surprised at how much he seemed to be enjoying it now. Later, of course, you would learn that he had specifically asked for his new body to be able to greatly enjoy this particular act, not that you would mind, of course, or that you minded now, when you finally managed, for the first time, to do something that you needed more than you had ever realized. And all the better that you could share the moment with your hot, adorable husband. It wasn't long before you were cumming harder than you ever had, accompanied by your husband's moans of orgasmic pleasure.

From sex, and apparent acceptance, you both moved to your bedroom for an evening of talking and cuddling and your husband asking for more, not that you could provide, unfortunately. This became somewhat of a theme, in fact, over the days. It wasn't that he was unsatisfied with you, exactly. He clearly adored you still, maybe even more than ever, but it was just as clear that he'd enjoy having a bit more sex in his life. And a lot more of your cock in his ass. He had, in fact, started to drop a few hints about how you could improve the situation. Hints that were less subtle than he seemed to think. You had to chuckle when you saw the TransFur pamphlet 'accidentally' left out in the open, where you would be sure to see it. The truth was, though, that you could already plenty see that he needed more from you and you already knew the solution. The problem was that you couldn't help but worry about changing yourself so much.

It was a Saturday morning when you finally made the decision. You had come down to the kitchen to find your husband making breakfast while wearing nothing but an apron. That wasn't anything he'd have done before. Not the breakfast part, of course. And yet, it's something she would have done if she was hornier and freer, like he was now. He wasn't really different, you realized, he was just more himself than she could have allowed herself to be. And maybe it was time for you to be, too. And if you weren't convinced before, his reaction to the news certainly helped you to get there, especially when his kisses moved lower and lower until he was working your cock in a way that he had, somehow, gotten even better at.

Once the decision had been made, your husband was definitely excited to get you to the clinic, that very afternoon, in fact. It was a whole lot of forms to fill and decisions to make about what you would look like, but you managed to get through it without much issue and even received the preparation injection that very afternoon. Clearly, they were well prepared to stop people from getting cold feet. The triggering part, though, you would be doing at home, your husband insisted. You did tease him about how he had done it alone, but he insisted that that was different. "You would have tried to stop me and then, you'd have never gotten to fuck this cute ass," he said, guiding one of your hands to said ass for a feel and a squeeze. You certainly had to agree that that would have been a shame, though you also felt, now, that it was a shame that you didn't get to see your wife turn into the beautiful rabbit man who now shared your life so wonderfully. You would just have to make up for it with your own change.

You barely managed to scarf down dinner before you were both rushing to the bedroom, giggling as you almost tore each others' clothes off. Then, your husband was pressing the triggering pill to your lips and you opened your mouth to take it and swallow it before kissing him. It wasn't long before you could feel the whole body tingle that heralded your changes and not long after that you could feel the beginning of your fur starting to grow. You already had some body hair, of course, but that was nothing compared to the ample fluff that was now spreading over you, white in some places, dark blue in others. It was a bit rougher than your husband's, but he didn't seem to mind as he ran his hands over you excitedly and lovingly.

You smiled awkwardly as your face began to stretch. He looked so good. He smelled so good, you started to realize, your sense of smell sharpening the more you changed into your chosen species. You started to recognize his unique scent, mixed with growing arousal and just a tinge of fear. That wasn't surprising. You hadn't asked to be super buff, but you were getting a bit bigger, a bit broader and more athletic. Not only were you bigger than him, but the canine features of a wolf were certainly triggering some prey instincts in him. Of course, he well knew that you would never harm him, so the fear just fed right into his excitement. On a whim, you let out a surprisingly satisfying, lusty growl and you could feel his cock twitch against your growing one. You laid him down and ran your newly long, broad tongue along his neck and your new ears popped into place just in time to hear his needy whine turn to lusty moans. You laid your cock along his belly, showing him how much bigger you were now and warned him that you wouldn't be gentle. Your voice didn't seem like your own, gruff, strong and dominant. You liked it. So did you husband as he was giving you the lustiest, neediest expression you'd ever seen him make.

"Ruin me."

It was hard to believe that you could fall more in love and in lust for the one you had married, but each day, he surprised you by achieving it. Lust, though, was the feeling most burning in both of you. This was what was communicated in the hungry kiss you shared as you lined up the tip of your now pointed cock with his ass before pushing in fast and hard, forcing his ass to stretch to fit your new size and forcing him to let out cries of pleasure like he never had before. There was a thought that you never could make him sound like that when you were human, but rather than shame, the thought filled you with pride. You weren't human anymore, after all, you were better, a wolf fur and perfectly suited to be the husband of your own personal rabbit fucktoy, a rabbit which was soon cumming all over himself as you pounded him mercilessly and, then, again, when you finally decided to reward him my filling his ass with your hot, canine cum.

You stayed as you were for a few moments, kissing your husband as you enjoyed the afterglow, panting slightly. As you felt your cock start to soften, you pulled out and laid back to admire the way your cum was dripping out of your husband's ass. He clearly didn't mind and stayed a while before turning over and crawling up to cuddle up against you. One of your arms wrapped around him, so that you could hold him close and idly tease one of his sensitive nipples and you shuddered as he reached over to caress your still engorged knot. "Next time, I want that in me," he said and, suddenly, your cock wasn't softening anymore. Quite the opposite. 'Next time' would be quite soon, it seemed. And judging by your husband's eager expression, that was exactly what he was hoping for.