TransFur: Fur Island

TransFur's past was shrouded in mystery. Everyone knew about the clinics, of course, which seemed to have popped up one day, offering to change anyone into anthropomorphic animal versions of themselves. But nothing was known about them before that. For those who knew where to look, however, there were signs. Old legends, forgotten reports and places like Fur Island, your current destination. Some said it was the result of a TransFur experiment gone wrong. Others that the experiment had gone right. An early prototype, others claimed, still. TransFur denied the rumours and any connection, of course, but it was hard not to make the connection, as every human who stepped foot on the island soon turned into a fur.

As your plane took off, your final connection to Fur Island, after multiple transfers, you looked about it. It wasn't very large, about a dozen people, some human, some furs. The furs were likely going to the island on vacation, maybe to enjoy again the place where they'd been changed or to enjoy seeing the change in others, as for the humans, they were there for the same reason as you. You could have gone to a TransFur clinic to get the same, of course, but it was so... clinical. It was thrilling, too, not to know what you would end up as and it was said that those who stepped onto Fur Island always became as they most should be.

Excitement was in the air as you took off, but eventually, it became just another plane ride. To pass the time, you struck up a conversation with the person next to you. Muriel, she was called, a woman. A human one. Time passed quickly as you talked and found that you got along well together and, as the plane approached landing, you were already making plans to spend time on the island together. Not only did you feel like it might be fun to talk with her more, but you also liked the idea of having someone to share your change with. And Muriel, too, it seemed, felt the same way.

Once the plane was down, there was an announcement that anyone could remain for the flight back, if they wanted to. Occasionally, some people got cold feet at the last moment and it wouldn't have been right to force a change on them. It didn't happen this time, though. Everyone simply got their luggage and slowly got out. As you were walking towards the airport, though, there was a commotion behind you. Looking back, you saw someone already in the midst of their change. You hadn't noticed how they were before, but the result was a very handsome cat fur, looking very pleased with himself. "There's always one," one of the furs joked as applause rang out for the new transformee. You and Muriel looked at yourselves for signs of the same, but your own change would take more time, it seemed.

It wasn't surprising that you and Muriel shared a hotel. The island wasn't very large, so there weren't many appropriate places. It certainly helped with your plans to meet up before exploring the place. You spent a relaxing time, between looking at a few stores, getting some good food and leisuring at the beach, sometimes talking to each other more, sometimes simply enjoying each other's company, other times noticing fur which had begun to grow on each of you. It was hard to tell because of how gradual it was and how much it simply looked like your natural body hair becoming longer and thicker, but, by the time you parted for the night, you both definitely had enough that it was clear that your changes had begun. This was certainly exciting to you, of course, and it wasn't long before you were naked on your bed and stroking your cock to the thought of what you might become and to the memories of all the hot furs, most barely dressed, if at all, that you'd seen during the day. Strangely, though, while you had started out thinking mostly of the female ones, it was the males which filled your imagination by the end.

The next morning gave you a definite hint about the reason for the strange thoughts you'd had the night before, as you woke up feeling a strange pressure on your chest, just where you found that a bit of fat had started to build up. You were surprised, more even than at the change itself, at how much more excited you were than concerned. You looked yourself over to see if anything else had changed over the night and found that most of you was now covered with a light fuzz which, while I didn't quite count as fur yet, was certainly hinting towards it. Otherwise, your body seemed to be mostly the same, though strange straining sensations all over were certainly giving you the idea that it wouldn't be staying that way for long.

That day, as the previous, you met Muriel in front of the hotel. This time, you'd chosen to wear swimming trunks and an open shirt. You could have asked for a loaner top from the hotel, too, but you didn't feel like your small bumps merited one yet. Muriel, for her part, did arrive wearing one. Her breasts had distinctly shrunk from before and you felt like she might have a broader chest, too. And she was, of course, as covered with light fuzz as you were. It was certainly an interesting look and it made you curious as to how she'd progress. Something that you would have plenty of opportunity to see as you had already planned to spend the day together once more.

You spent the second day much as the first, enjoying the various activities the island had to offer and enjoying each other's company. In fact, enjoying each other's company more and more as the day progressed, along with your changes. As your light fuzz continued to grow into a proper coat, the various pressures your were starting all over were steadily changing your body, narrowing your shoulders and widening your hips, while fat was redistributed to your thighs, as,, belly and, of course, breasts to give you a pleasantly curvy, pleasantly female look. Muriel, meanwhile, was going the other way, her shoulders becoming broad, her chest wide, her stance more confident and, of course, her breasts increasingly non-existent. To the point where she took off her top and offered it to you. By then, your breasts certainly were large enough to be properly considered as such, but you didn't feel the need to cover them regardless. Plenty of other fur females left them uncovered, after all, and you enjoyed the glances they received. Especially those coming from Muriel.

It was, perhaps, inevitable that you and Muriel end up, at the end of the day, in your apartment, to examine each other more thoroughly. More directly. Muriel's hands felt good on your new breasts and you loved caressing his broad, masculine chest. When, exactly, it was that you had started to think of him as male and of yourself as female, you weren't sure, but it felt right. More right than you would have thought. And you were sure he felt the same way. You spent a long time exploring, caressing and enjoying each other's bodies, but then, it was time to part. Neither of you were ready to go further. Not yet. You were, however, more than ready to enjoy yourself by yourself. Your cock, small as it was now, still felt good, as was a particularly sensitive area which had begun to develop under your balls. Thoughts of Muriel filled your mind as you sent yourself into pleasure.

Your awakening on the third day was much more uncomfortable than the previous one. Your bestial featured were starting to come in, so your head was feeling strange as it had begun to reform. Your hearing kept going in and out and was something ringing as your ears slowly repositioned themselves. Your feet had half turned to paws and your nub of a tail was doing nothing to help with the balance issues this caused. But Mark was waiting for you and you wanted to see him, so you did your best to head out, wearing much the same as the day before, though foregoing shoes this time. And once you got outside, you could see that he was in much the same state as you. His face was a bit pushed out, his furry ears were a bit pointed and he was as unsteady on his feet as you were. Still, you couldn't help but find him handsome and could definitely see that he was enjoying the sight of you as well.

Given your current states, you decided to take it easy on what you would have to admit was your third date. After a hefty breakfast together, enough to help fuel your extensive changes, most of the morning was spent leisuring at the beach together, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves and each other's company, as well as the sight of each other changing as your bestial natures began to come out. It was gradual enough that it was hard to notice by the moment, but every so often you'd look over and see that Mark's face was longer, his ears better set, his delightfully fluffy tail longer or his paws more complete. That and the bulge you'd started to notice in his trunks. There was no question that he was more interested in you the more you progressed. And you couldn't blame him because it was just the same for you. His increasingly wolfish features were so sexy! And you certainly hoped that they were a good match for your otter ones. At least, that was what you thought you were turning into, judging from your long, smooth tail and what you could take from his enthusiastic descriptions.

It was only barely after midday when you finally couldn't take it anymore. Either of you. It wasn't clear which of you dragged the other into the dressing room. Likely, you had both dragged the other there at the same time as, the moment you were in, you fell upon each other, sharing your first kiss passionately, though clumsily as you got used to the new shape of your faces. Trunks were taken off, nearly torn off, and you got your first look at Mark's equipment. His cock was big. It was still growing, but was already much larger than yours had been when you were still human. Certainly much more than your shrinking one. Once, you might have been jealous, but now, it only evoked a deep desire in you. You reached for it just as he reached for you. Your hand explored the shaft, teased the bulge which was forming at the base and sought out his balls, still packed close to his already closed pussy, but threatening to grow larger, much larger, still, large enough to match his impressive cock. Mark, meanwhile, was exploring the depression which had formed in you, still partway into becoming your new pussy. Your balls were tightly packed around it, seeming to await their migration inside.

You continued to kiss, tease and fondle each other as your changes progressed your pussy continued to form and to deepen, your balls pushing inside of you as your cock shrunk more and more into your new clit, while Mark's cock continued to grow, long and thick, and, just as you had suspected, with nicely heavy balls nestled inside a large, furry sack. And you... you were complete. You could feel it, like a thrill running through you. And looking up at Mark, you could tell he felt the same way, too. He was so much taller than you now. And strong. He easily lifted you up to kiss you and you were all too happy to let him. And when he lined up his cock with your pussy, you didn't pull back. You wanted it just as much as he did. You moaned into your shared kiss as he slowly pushed himself in, new pleasures rushing through your body as filled you and spread you, deeper and deeper, until his knot was pressing against you and, then, until the knot, too was inside. You were amazed that you could fit it all inside, just as you were amazed at how good it felt, almost like you were made for him. This was only the third day of a week-long vacation, but, as Mark started to thrust inside of you, you already knew that it would be a vacation that you would remember for a long time. And you were already hoping that you would be seeing more of him after.