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Monday. The worst day of the week, bar none. The weekend is over, the work/school week begins, and everything in general is unpleasant. The hero (for lack of a better word) of this story would be Keith, a lazy, apathetic something-teen. After a particularly grueling day of class (because college decides you don't get to have President's Day off), Keith was Skyping with his DeviantArt buddy Johnny. The two were just sending messages back and forth talking about nothing in particular.
"So they make you go to school on President's Day?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah, it sucks." Keith messaged back.
"Would that have anything to do with your lack of writing?" Johnny replied.
"Well, that, and the fact I never have any good ideas…" Keith confessed.
"I think you do, you just never seem to want to do them." Johnny retorted.
"Hey, I could write a story if I wanted to!" Keith snapped back.
"So why don't you just do it?" asked Johnny, channeling the great prophet of our generation. "Why not do something to celebrate the other holiday today?"
"Oh yeah, the one you made up," Keith replied. "Y'know, I tried to make my own holiday once. It did not go well…" Keith shuddered as he remembered what happened that fateful Weasel Stomping Day. So much bloodshed…
"I don't think I wanna know…" Johnny responded.
"You don't, really," Keith confessed. "But anyway, I will write something, just to show you I've still got it."
"Well, I look forward to it!" Johnny replied. "Unless you decide you'd rather binge watch Always Sunny on Netflix or try to smack sense into more Tumblr users."
Slightly annoyed by his friend's savage sarcasm, the two wrapped up their conversation as Keith closed Skype and opened up Microsoft Word. Cracking his knuckles, Keith prepared to type out his latest story.
Ten minutes passed.
Keith had written jack shit.
Keith sighed as he rubbed his forehead. Writing transformation stories was a lot harder than it was five years ago. He got up and left his room, figuring he needed some time to actually get an idea before writing. He figured he'd just collapse on the couch and watch Netflix, despite his extreme disdain at the thought of proving Johnny right. He grabbed the remote and hit the power button, only for nothing to happen. Frustrated, Keith tapped the button several more times, even trying to point the remote closer to the TV, but to no avail. Suddenly, the lights completely shut off. Surprised, Keith glanced around, and saw that the power lights on his Wii and Wii U had also gone completely black. Somehow his house had a complete power outage. But how? It was a lovely day outside (by the standards of Colorado, anyway) with nary a storm cloud in sight. Keith sighed again and figured he might as well wait for the power to come back on its own.
Keith got up to and headed back to his room, but was tripped up by a sudden Charlie horse in his foot. Keith fell to the ground, writhing in pain like the scrawny weakling he was. He attempted to get back up, but some strange force kept him glued to the floor. A strange feeling began to spread across his body, a feeling that made his skin itch. Unbeknownst to him, orange fur began growing over his skin. The soft new texture began enveloping his body, with maroon fur growing on his hands, feet, and ears. His bone structure started shifting, as he became painfully aware of what was happening. His arms became more slender, yet also stronger. He felt his muscles becoming much more toned. Keith's feet started to grow and stretch, his toes merging together while his nails sharpened into hard claws. His feet ripped out of his socks, becoming a set of animal paws. Keith let out a groan which soon turned to heavy panting as he felt his buttocks inflate, causing his hips to push outwards as they grew wider and wider. His legs gained body mass all over until he was left with beautiful, monstrous thighs that any man would long to be crushed between. His spine started growing outwards, until a huge, fluffy brown tail burst from his rear, leaving a huge hole in his pants. Keith wiggled his legs out of his pants, not unlike a snake shedding its old skin, as he turned over, feeling the sensation move to the front of his body.
A new layer of fur began to grow over Keith's body, this one cream-colored, sprouting upwards from his underbelly up to his cheekbones. His waist caved in, his core hardening as his stomach fat shrank slightly. His face began going through its own set of changes, starting with his ears moving upwards as they grew pointed. Keith felt a tugging at his face as his nose turned round and black as it pulled out into a muzzle. His eyes turned bigger and rounder as his pupils turned a deep shade of green. His Adam's apple shrank into nothingness, leaving him with a soft, sultry, higher voice. Keith's shirt began to change color, turning lime green and growing a collar as a Hawaiian pattern appeared over it. The new garment shrank slightly, showing off a generous amount of midriff. His boxers shrank into a sky blue thong. His chest suddenly felt much heavier, before two big, beautiful breasts emerged, stopping at about c-cups. He let out a moan as he felt his manhood begin to push into his body, before reshaping into a tight pussy.
Keith laid on the floor for a little bit longer, before the lights suddenly came back on. Keith groggily got to her feet, but caught a glimpse of her now furry arm and jumped in surprise. She had nearly forgotten about the strange thing that happened to her when the power was out. She made her way to the bathroom, trying to balance herself under the weight of her massive new thighs and trying not to trip over her new tail. She looked into the mirror and was shocked at what she saw. It was an oddly familiar figure, yet very different.
"Am I… a female Nick Wilde?" she asked to herself. Nicole Wilde began to feel her new body over, feeling oddly aroused. She ran a hand down her massive thighs, before suddenly snapping back to reality at the sound of her computer beeping.
Nicole went back to her bedroom and saw that Nafster, her snow leopard friend, was requesting a chat.
"Any progress so far?" the message read.
"On what?" Nicole replied.
"You're new hustle? You said you were gonna try and pull one," Nafster responded.
"I told you, if I wanted to pull off a hustle, I could." Nicole snapped back.
"Yeah, sure, though you probably spent all day binging Nutflix, huh?" Nafster sassed.
"I did not!" Nicole typed back. "Look, just to prove it to you, I'm gonna pull this hustle tonight. Pretty much all of Zootopia will have heard about it by tomorrow!" (That last statement may have been an exaggeration on her part.)
"Okay, good luck with that." Nafster replied.
Nicole closed her laptop and began planning her latest hustle in her head. Of course, the first thing she realized is that she needed Fenneck to help her pull this off, as usual. Nicole grabbed her phone and shot a quick text to her accomplice. Soon, she would show everyone that Nicole Wilde still had it.
"So they make you go to school on President's Day?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah, it sucks." Keith messaged back.
"Would that have anything to do with your lack of writing?" Johnny replied.
"Well, that, and the fact I never have any good ideas…" Keith confessed.
"I think you do, you just never seem to want to do them." Johnny retorted.
"Hey, I could write a story if I wanted to!" Keith snapped back.
"So why don't you just do it?" asked Johnny, channeling the great prophet of our generation. "Why not do something to celebrate the other holiday today?"
"Oh yeah, the one you made up," Keith replied. "Y'know, I tried to make my own holiday once. It did not go well…" Keith shuddered as he remembered what happened that fateful Weasel Stomping Day. So much bloodshed…
"I don't think I wanna know…" Johnny responded.
"You don't, really," Keith confessed. "But anyway, I will write something, just to show you I've still got it."
"Well, I look forward to it!" Johnny replied. "Unless you decide you'd rather binge watch Always Sunny on Netflix or try to smack sense into more Tumblr users."
Slightly annoyed by his friend's savage sarcasm, the two wrapped up their conversation as Keith closed Skype and opened up Microsoft Word. Cracking his knuckles, Keith prepared to type out his latest story.
Ten minutes passed.
Keith had written jack shit.
Keith sighed as he rubbed his forehead. Writing transformation stories was a lot harder than it was five years ago. He got up and left his room, figuring he needed some time to actually get an idea before writing. He figured he'd just collapse on the couch and watch Netflix, despite his extreme disdain at the thought of proving Johnny right. He grabbed the remote and hit the power button, only for nothing to happen. Frustrated, Keith tapped the button several more times, even trying to point the remote closer to the TV, but to no avail. Suddenly, the lights completely shut off. Surprised, Keith glanced around, and saw that the power lights on his Wii and Wii U had also gone completely black. Somehow his house had a complete power outage. But how? It was a lovely day outside (by the standards of Colorado, anyway) with nary a storm cloud in sight. Keith sighed again and figured he might as well wait for the power to come back on its own.
Keith got up to and headed back to his room, but was tripped up by a sudden Charlie horse in his foot. Keith fell to the ground, writhing in pain like the scrawny weakling he was. He attempted to get back up, but some strange force kept him glued to the floor. A strange feeling began to spread across his body, a feeling that made his skin itch. Unbeknownst to him, orange fur began growing over his skin. The soft new texture began enveloping his body, with maroon fur growing on his hands, feet, and ears. His bone structure started shifting, as he became painfully aware of what was happening. His arms became more slender, yet also stronger. He felt his muscles becoming much more toned. Keith's feet started to grow and stretch, his toes merging together while his nails sharpened into hard claws. His feet ripped out of his socks, becoming a set of animal paws. Keith let out a groan which soon turned to heavy panting as he felt his buttocks inflate, causing his hips to push outwards as they grew wider and wider. His legs gained body mass all over until he was left with beautiful, monstrous thighs that any man would long to be crushed between. His spine started growing outwards, until a huge, fluffy brown tail burst from his rear, leaving a huge hole in his pants. Keith wiggled his legs out of his pants, not unlike a snake shedding its old skin, as he turned over, feeling the sensation move to the front of his body.
A new layer of fur began to grow over Keith's body, this one cream-colored, sprouting upwards from his underbelly up to his cheekbones. His waist caved in, his core hardening as his stomach fat shrank slightly. His face began going through its own set of changes, starting with his ears moving upwards as they grew pointed. Keith felt a tugging at his face as his nose turned round and black as it pulled out into a muzzle. His eyes turned bigger and rounder as his pupils turned a deep shade of green. His Adam's apple shrank into nothingness, leaving him with a soft, sultry, higher voice. Keith's shirt began to change color, turning lime green and growing a collar as a Hawaiian pattern appeared over it. The new garment shrank slightly, showing off a generous amount of midriff. His boxers shrank into a sky blue thong. His chest suddenly felt much heavier, before two big, beautiful breasts emerged, stopping at about c-cups. He let out a moan as he felt his manhood begin to push into his body, before reshaping into a tight pussy.
Keith laid on the floor for a little bit longer, before the lights suddenly came back on. Keith groggily got to her feet, but caught a glimpse of her now furry arm and jumped in surprise. She had nearly forgotten about the strange thing that happened to her when the power was out. She made her way to the bathroom, trying to balance herself under the weight of her massive new thighs and trying not to trip over her new tail. She looked into the mirror and was shocked at what she saw. It was an oddly familiar figure, yet very different.
"Am I… a female Nick Wilde?" she asked to herself. Nicole Wilde began to feel her new body over, feeling oddly aroused. She ran a hand down her massive thighs, before suddenly snapping back to reality at the sound of her computer beeping.
Nicole went back to her bedroom and saw that Nafster, her snow leopard friend, was requesting a chat.
"Any progress so far?" the message read.
"On what?" Nicole replied.
"You're new hustle? You said you were gonna try and pull one," Nafster responded.
"I told you, if I wanted to pull off a hustle, I could." Nicole snapped back.
"Yeah, sure, though you probably spent all day binging Nutflix, huh?" Nafster sassed.
"I did not!" Nicole typed back. "Look, just to prove it to you, I'm gonna pull this hustle tonight. Pretty much all of Zootopia will have heard about it by tomorrow!" (That last statement may have been an exaggeration on her part.)
"Okay, good luck with that." Nafster replied.
Nicole closed her laptop and began planning her latest hustle in her head. Of course, the first thing she realized is that she needed Fenneck to help her pull this off, as usual. Nicole grabbed her phone and shot a quick text to her accomplice. Soon, she would show everyone that Nicole Wilde still had it.
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I could have gone with Laurie.