A 'Looney' Day at the Beach (TG)

Larry, Taylor, and Patrick were driving down to the beach to meet their friend, Tad, who had set them up on a blind date. Larry had agreed to drive the three of them there, despite finding blind dates stupid and disastrous. However, his two friends were desperate to get laid, so he figured he’d have to take one for the team. Soon, he had parked his car and he and his friends stepped out onto the gravelly road, taking a good look at the sand and ocean that was just down the hill.

“Where do you suppose Tad is?” Patrick wondered aloud.

“I don’t know, man.” Larry sighed. “Let’s just find them and get this over with.”

“I sure hope he set us up with some good dates.” Taylor added.

“Don’t worry, Tad always comes through for us,” Patrick replied.

“Indeed I do!” a fourth voice chimed, catching the trio off guard as they quickly turned around, seeing Tad. Tad was a man of average height, average weight, and average looks. He had brown hair that was slightly unkempt and wore a plain t-shirt and jeans. How he was able to hook people up, nobody knew.

“You know I hate it when you scare us like that, Tad.” Larry groaned.

“Sorry, that’s just how I roll.” Tad replied, as though he was responding to a compliment. Larry just scoffed in annoyance.

“So who’d you set us up with?” Taylor asked.

“If I told you, that would ruin the purpose of a blind date!” Tad laughed.

“Oh, right…” his friend replied sheepishly.

“Anyways, I got you guys a little something…” Tad said as he held up three orange bags, two in one hand, one in the other.

“What are these?” Patrick asked.

“Just something to help on the date.” Tad grinned.

“I swear to God, Tad, if this is another one of your pranks…” Larry began, before Tad interrupted him.

“You worry too much, Larry!” Tad exclaimed. “The least you could do is say thanks.”

Larry grabbed a bag from Tad, feeling a little bad. He did tend to be pretty judgmental.

“I’m sorry…” he muttered. “So, whatcha’ get us?”

“Don’t take it out just yet!” Tad yelped, grabbing Larry’s hand. “I want you all to open them in the changing tents”.

“Um, why?” Patrick asked, befuddled.

“Because I like surprises,” Tad replied nonchalantly. “Plus, you might want some privacy when you use them.”

“Alright, whatever you say.” Taylor said. “But how will we find our dates?”

“They should be waiting near the lifeguard tower.” Tad answered, pointing to the tower, where it looked like a few towels and umbrellas had already been set up.

“Alright, thanks for the help!” Taylor beamed. “See ya later!”

“Anything to get my friends laid!” Tad called out, half-jokingly. Larry just rolled his eyes as he continued walking.

Tad was smiling contently. His work was done. He then glanced back at his truck full of stuff, and noticed a black shopping bag sticking out of them. His content expression instantly changed to one of panic.

“Shit!” he cried. “I gave them the wrong thing!” He began pacing around nervously, wondering how his friends would react and if they’d even believe him when he tried to explain the mix-up to them. His thinking was quickly put to a halt as three more figures approached him, his other “clients”.

“Oh hey!” he greeted nervously. “You three like cologne?”


As Larry, Taylor, and Patrick walked to the changing tents, they couldn’t help but notice the small amount of people on the beach. Another thing that caught their attention was that a turtle was resting on a towel, as though it was its own, nobody shooing it away. Patrick also thought he saw a black and white cat hiding behind an umbrella as what looked like a skunk passed by. He dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him. Soon, they had arrived at the changing tents. Three of them were open, enough for all of them.

“You guys have your trunks?” Larry asked.

“Check!” the other two replied, holding up their swimwear. Larry also made sure he still had his. Sure enough he did.

“Did everyone put on sunscreen?” Taylor asked, continuing their mental checklist.

Larry and Patrick both gave a thumbs up, as did Taylor. They all slapped some on as soon as they had arrived.

“Did any of you remember to check the weather?” Patrick asked, hoping there wouldn’t be anything to spoil their date. Larry grabbed his phone and opened the weather app. 83 degrees and clear skies for the rest of the day.

“Got it, today’s gonna be fine.” Larry answered.

“Alright, let’s get changed and see what Tad got us!” Taylor declared. “And then it’s Babe City USA!” With that, the three darted inside their tents.


Patrick, eager to see what Tad’s present was, set down his swim trunks as he dug into the bag. To his shock, he pulled out a hot pink one-piece bathing suit with a white stripe going down it. This thing definitely wasn’t a swimsuit for males.

“Am I being punked or something?” Patrick thought to himself. He was about to discard the outfit, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out. He didn’t know why. Unbeknownst to him, however, a wave of changes were coming over his body.

As Patrick continued to stare at the swimsuit he was unable to put down, his hands started to become a bit more slender. His somewhat chubby body began to shrink as his body fat was sucked in until he had a slightly healthier amount of chub. His hips started to widen as his legs became a bit more slender. However, he began to realize something was wrong as a pain started up in his feet. He finally dropped the swimsuit and kicked off his shoes, and gasped in horror when he saw that his toes were turning black. They began to squish together and turn hard until they were a set of heel-like hooves.

“I don’t think I like this present anymore!” he cried as the changes continued. He grabbed his crotch in pain as he felt his manhood shrink inside of him, leaving a feminine slit in its place. His insides began to rearrange to match that of a female’s. His body hair was wiped clean off as his chest began to feel heavy. Soon, a pair of medium-sized breasts burst from his chest. His nipples were pressed against the fabric of his shirt as they became bigger, softer, and more sensitive. Patrick began to sweat like mad as his skin turned a darker shade of pink. His face became rounder as he felt his eyes get bigger, eyelashes lengthening with them. His face started to push out slightly as his nose flattened out into a pig snout. His ears moved to the top of his head as they became pointier and more triangular while a small, curly tail burst out of his pants. Finally, his hair turned jet black and reshaped itself into a pair of pigtails.

“What the hell just happened?” Patrick asked himself, a bit surprised to hear a high-pitched female voice come out of his mouth. “I can’t let the guys and my date see me like this!” he panicked. One thing was for sure, his shirt was now too loose and his pants were ruined. He took another look at the swimsuit. It looked like it would fit, and there was already a small hole cut in the bottom. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he stripped down his clothes and slipped into the women’s swimwear. It fit surprisingly snugly around his new body, and he couldn’t help but feel… right while wearing it.


Meanwhile, Taylor was in his own tent, also wondering what Tad had gotten him. He reached into the bag and pulled out a red bikini top. Taylor scowled a little bit. “I know I’m desperate for girls, but seriously?” he muttered to himself. He then noticed there was something else inside the bag. He pulled it out and saw a matching bottom. “Oh, that’s real nice…” he snarked.

Taylor was about to go back to Tad and ask what the big deal was, and if he even got them dates at all. He felt so gullible to fall for a trick like that. However, he was stopped by an itching sensation spreading throughout his skin. He began to scratch his arm wildly, until his eyes widened in shock as he saw light yellow feathers sprouting from his arms. He began to step back nervously until he had tripped over the bench in the tent. He tried to pick himself up, as he noticed his hands were becoming daintier and his arms were becoming more slender. His legs and feet turned a darkish yellow color as his hips started to widen, stretching his pants at the seams. He felt his body fat suck itself into him, hardening his abs into a sexy core. His stomach caved in, completing his new hourglass figure. His spine started elongating slightly as a small, feathery tail burst out of his pants while his butt starting gaining mass, stretching the seams even further. His toes burst from his shoes, and as he kicked them off, he saw his feet were becoming webbed, followed by his legs slimming out as all his leg hear was plucked clean off. He yelped in pain as he felt his dick shrink into his body, before reshaping into a female pussy.

“Did I just…” Taylor began, before covering his mouth, noticing he had a slight New Jersey accent. He then felt his shoulders shrink together with a loud crack. He grabbed his chest in pain, until two large mounds of flesh burst from it. He put a hand on one, making it bounce a little. His nipples began to grow larger and more sensitive as they pressed against his shirt. He then grabbed his face as it began to change. His face started to round out to become more feminine. His eyes grew in size as his eyelids turned a dark orange color while his eyelashes grew longer. His face and mouth began to push together, until they had stretched out and turned yellow, becoming a bill.

“What is going on?” Taylor cried, gasping at his now female sounding voice. Soon, the feathers had covered everywhere above his legs. His ears shrank into his head as his hair grew out and turned brown. Taylor felt the need to squeeze his new boobs to confirm he wasn’t dreaming. Sure enough, they were real as can be. “What the hell?” he whispered to himself. “How am I gonna get laid looking like this?” For some strange reason, he had the urge to change out of his loose-fitting clothes, but needed something to wear. He took another look at the bikini top and bottom he dropped. He supposed that would have to do. As he undressed, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit wiser and a little more serious. He didn’t really feel the mental change happening. As he slipped into the thong, he found it fit snugly around his new clit, and the bra was a perfect fit for his breasts. It felt disturbingly good…


Finally, Larry reached into his bag to see what Tad had gotten him, and he was not amused with what he pulled out. A green, frilly, two-piece bikini. “That son of a bitch…” he grumbled. He knew Tad was up to his old tricks. He had every right to be judgmental. He was about to storm out and confront him, but some strange force kept him from leaving. He just couldn’t bring himself to step outside. As he put a hand on the curtain to the tent, he suddenly fell down, having felt a sharp pain in his hand. As he started rubbing his hand, he noticed that a light tan colored fur was beginning to grow from it. “What… the… hell?”

Larry watched in shock and disbelief as the fur began to spread across his body, along with his arms turning more slender and his hands thinning out. His shoulders jammed together with a crack as a peach colored fur began growing down his neck. His legs began to feel more slender as he felt his hips flare outwards. He arched his back in pain as his stomach caved in, hardening his growing sexier-by-the-minute abs. He cried out in discomfort as he felt his crotch begin to shrink inside him, until it had reshaped into a feminine vagina, with his plumbing changing to that of a woman’s. He put a hand over his new slit, flabbergasted by this development. Soon, his ass and waist had reached child-bearing proportions as a fluffy tail burst from his shorts. He began to moan as his chest started to feel heavy, until two massive tits exploded outwards. His nipples grew more sensitive as he gave his new boobs a squeeze. Everything that was happening felt wrong… yet so good at the same time.

He began to feel funny as his head began to change. His cheeks began to inflate while his nose turned small and pink. His eyes grew bigger as his eyelashes lengthened. The lower half of his face became covered in the peach fur as the tan fur covered the rest of his body. His ears moved to the top of his head and stretched outwards, becoming long and floppy. His two front teeth grew out to become buck teeth. Finally, his hair turned blonde and grew into a ponytail as it fumbled down his head.
Larry was not at all amused with what had just happened. “I am so going to teach him a lesson…” he scowled in a now female voice. However, he had an unbearable desire to change. Soon, he let instincts take over as he stripped out of his clothes, deciding to try on the bikini. The bottom fit snugly around his new waist. As he strapped the upper part on, he began to feel a bit ditzier and a lot less level-headed. He felt a bit more relaxed than normal.


Larry stumbled out of his tent, confused and dizzy. Soon, his two friends stepped out of their tents and rejoined him. Except rather than two human males, he was greeted by an anthro duck girl and an anthro pig girl.

“Who are you two?” Larry asked in confusion.

“I should ask you the same thing,” the duck replied in a Jersey accent.

“I don’t have time for this,” Larry explained. “I need to find Taylor and Patrick…”

“What are you talking about? I’m Patrick!” the pig answered.

“And I’m Taylor!” the duck added. “And where’s Larry?”

“I’m Larry!” Larry replied in frustration. Soon, it had hit all three of them.

“You too, huh?” Larry asked in disbelief. Taylor and Patrick just nodded in response.

“What the hell did Tad do to us?” Larry raged. “When I find him, I’m gonna… gonna…” Larry began to get lost in his train of thought. Why was he mad at Tad again?

“Yo, Larry, you in there?” Taylor asked, snapping his fingers in his transformed friend’s face.

“Larry?” the confused bunny replied. “My name is Lola.” She suddenly had a paranoid look on her face. “Unless it isn’t…”

“What are you going on about?” Taylor asked, a bit confused by his friend’s behavior.

“Oh, she’s always like that, Tina.” Patrick shrugged.

“Tina?” Taylor asked. “Who’s Tina?”

“I believe you are,” Patrick answered, a bit annoyed.

“What are you talking about, Petunia?” Taylor asked, getting annoyed.

“Petunia?” Patrick retorted. “My name is… wait, that is my name…”

“Of course it is!” Tina replied. “And her name is Lola and my name is… wait…”

The three girls suddenly snapped back into reality. They remembered why they were at the beach in the first place.

“Come on gals, we’re gonna be late for our blind date.” Tina explained.

“But I’m not ready yet!” Lola exclaimed. “I can still see!”

Tina just facepalmed as Petunia tried to explain things. “You don’t have to be blind to go on a blind date…”

“Oh, there they are!” Lola interrupted, pointing towards the lifeguard tower. She began waving frantically. “Bun-Bun! Hi!”

The three girls made their way to the group near the tower to meet their dates. However, these dates were a lot more familiar than they were expecting.

“Boy, you sure took your sweet time getting here…” one of them, a black duck, stated in slight annoyance, glancing at an imaginary watch.

“Well, looks like the blind man could see after all…” Tina smirked, glad she wasn’t stuck having to wing it with some stranger.

“Eh, you know girls, Daffy,” the other one, a gray rabbit munching on a carrot, replied. “Always needing time to get all pretty.”

“I’d say th-th-that time is w-well spent!” the third one, a pig, stuttered. “Th-th-they look stunning!”

The three girls blushed a little at the compliment. This was definitely going to be a good date.

Meanwhile, Tad peered out from behind the changing tents, watching the anthropomorphic couples.

“Well, they seem happy…” Tad muttered to himself. “I guess this didn’t turn out so bad after all. Now I just gotta find a way to make peace with those girls…”