Strange Happenings
Midnight. They always came at midnight. The chimes from the old grandfather clock in the den jolted Daniel out of his restless dreams. It wasn't the chimes that woke him so much as the knowledge that They were coming. It was the same horrifying ritual, every single night.
The room was illuminated by an eerie pale green glow. Three figures in haz-mat suits stood around his bed. One of them held a large briefcase, another held a gun, and the third--the apparent leader, from the way he acted--was making entries into a large handheld computer. Daniel tried to escape, to run, to even move, but some unseen force held him in place, as immobile as the bed itself. The leader looked up from his computer and signaled to the one holding the briefcase, who set the case down and began to open it. Daniel strained to see its contents, but couldn't from his position. If only he could move...
The leader reached forward, grabbed the bedcovers and--
The shrill blast of Daniel's alarm clock filled the room. He'd had that dream again, the same one he'd been having every night for nearly a month. Except that it didn't feel like a normal dream. It felt more like a memory, but one that had been partially forgotten. Anyway, Dan had more important things to worry about, so he pushed whatever it was aside for the moment. Today was the last day of school, finally. All he had to do was survive his last few final exams, and he'd be home free. He wasn't about to let a creepy dream get him down.
***
Dr. DiCaoz glanced over his biology classroom. "Is anybody still working on the final?" he asked tiredly. He paused for a moment, then said, "If everybody is finished, you may talk quietly amongst yourselves for the remainder of the period." As the class erupted in chatter, he went back to nursing his hangover.
Daniel loved his biology class. It wasn't just that he was good at it, or that it was the last class of the day. By some bit of luck or fate, he happened to be in the same class as his four closest friends, Gassan, David, Pammy, and Jake. Gassan, David, and Pammy had become absurdly popular since coming to high school. Gassan was Lebanese and therefore "exotic," David was a star swimmer, and Pammy was a cheerleader. In retrospect, popularity was an inevitability. To the other popular kids, Jake an avid follower of the Furry subculture (he called it a craze, but nobody else did) and Daniel, the introspective writer, were social liabilities. Still, Gassan, David, and Pam never let their newfound "friends" keep them away from Jake and Dan. Privately, Daniel was grateful that he had managed to befriend the four people who appeared to be immune to high school drama.
"So, what'd you guys think?" Pammy whispered.
"I'm pretty sure Dr. Di is a nutcase," Gassan answered quickly. He was met with a chorus of approval from his companions.
"Anyway," Pam continued, "are we having our annual Thank-God-The-Schoolyear's-Over party tonight?"
"I can't go," Jake said, "I've got a convention."
"I can't go either," said David, "My dad's taking me camping. He's on a back-to-nature kick."
"I'm visiting my grandma," Gassan said. Pammy rolled her eyes.
"Alright," she sighed, "when do you guys get back?"
"Sunday"
"Sunday evening"
"Sunday, but it'll be late."
"So," Pammy continued, "is Monday night alright with everyone?"
***
The days passed quickly. By the time Monday arrived, he had gone an entire weekend without his mysterious dreams. He was mostly relieved, but part of him wished the visitors would come back so he could find out what they were up to.
The streets were charged with an eerie calm. A summer storm was coming. As Daniel reached Pam's door, he couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding. Something was decidedly wrong. He rang the bell.
"Come in," called Pammy. Dan opened the door and found friend sitting on the floor in a tidy circle. They were all staring at him, an unsettling hunger in their eyes. "We are playing Truth or Dare," Pammy intoned mechanically. "Please, join us. Truth or Dare?"
"Please choose Dare," Gassan said, in the same unearthly voice.
"The Truth is never any fun," agreed David, still in the same tone. Throughout the exchange, none of the four took their eyes off of Daniel.
"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You all seem...different."
Pammy answered in the same monotone as before: "We are collectively unnerved at a series of recurring dreams we have been having. Perhaps you too are experiencing these visions?"
"Yeah," Dan said, "but I'm not acting that weird about it."
"Perhaps," Pammy said, "All will be made more clear if you answer this simple question: Truth...or Dare?"
Written by Zodiac on 31 May 2008
Dreams
Normally people wake up from falling in dreams, right?
Daniel contemplated that thought while watching the island approaching below. It was his only real sense of motion. This land mass rapidly taking up his vision seemed to be afloat in a black void of nothingness. Daniel could not even feel air rushing against his body. Something that usually came with terminal velocity.
He had little time to question the capacity to breath for that matter. Daniel barely missed a cluster of palm trees as he shot past. The ground remained only a few moments away from embracing Daniel.
It took a few more moments for Daniel to realize he was not going to go splat. There had been no jerking stop of motion, or even a sense of deceleration. It was almost like the island had been moving to match up with him.
Assuming being left suspended four inches in the air was synchronisation. Daniel sighed, working up the courage to try kicking the air. That surprisingly worked, sending him in a slight spin before settling both feet on sandy ground. Gravity finally took hold then to keep him from leaping back off into space or something.
The island surrounding Daniel looked fairly nice, if a bit void of sensations. He could not even feel the bark of the tropical trees when touched one. Definitely the signs of a dream at least.
Especially when Daniel saw them again, as expected. Technically he could not see-see them. Daniel just had that gut feeling after putting up with this for so long. As far back as he remembered they always came without fail every night. The forms might tend to change sometimes but he was sure the shadows peeking out behind the trees were for him. Shapes only lingered outside the corner of Daniel's eyes, vanishing the second he turned to face them.
"What is it this time!?" He tried to cry to the void. Great, not even sound registered to his senses in this place.
Written by DesmondFallout on 03 July 2018
Bonk
BONK!
Apparently someone could hear him, unless random electronics falling from the sky was a regular occurence. Not to mention pain was something dream rules seemed to have conveniently forgotten. Once Daniel was done rubbing his head uttering every curse he knew, he stooped to pick up what had fallen. It was a pretty small, plastic toy that fit easily into his hand. The face had a very simple eight-bit screen and several buttons around it. There was even a belt clip attached to the top.
Did they seriously just throw a childrens toy at him?
*
They were not about to elaborate on their intentions with this device either, just continuing to hide behind trees like Daniel was unaware of their presence. Daniel was fine with that. The times when they were a lot more up close and intrusive were the really disturbing dreams. This was almost a relaxing change of pace.
Until he started randomly pushing buttons. Each one gave off a short beep that caused the little screen to flash a different color. Blue, red, yellow, purple, pink, Daniel found himself starting to get fascinated with the different color combinations he could make out of this. It was not like he had anything else to do.
BZZZTTTTTTTT!!
Written by DesmondFallout on 13 July 2018
Awake
He almost dropped the device when after one random combination cause the device to vibrate violently. The beeping became replaced by a shrill static noise, not unlike a classic dial-up signal.
It was probably that signal which opened an ominous swirling portals in front of Daniel. His jaw dropped in wonder at this strange twist to an already surreal dream. But that surprise was nothing compared to the black silhouette that began to take shape.
Whoever, whatever, this form was certainly flaunted its hourglass figure well. Large womanly hip bumped hard with each slow step it took towards him. Equally large breasts could be seen shifting along in the portals bright backdrop. But it was the sight of large pointed ears and a thick tail that told Daniel she was far from human.
Unfortunately the perspective of directly facing the portal made it hard for Daniel to discern her exact distance to him. Not until she stopped to reach out for his face. Her hand horrified Daniel with its monstrous three fingers. Sharp claws flashed in the light bearing down on his eyes.
Daniel promptly shot up in bed in a cold sweat. His chest puffed rapidly to his labored pants, slowing as he took in the familiar comforts of his own room. It was just another dream. Another awkward incident of 'them' tormenting everything about his existence. These stupid visits would be a lot less stressful if it was ever clear what they wanted with an average joe.
Moving to wipe perspiration from his forehead almost knocked Daniel back out. He had been so lost in his thoughts that it never registered the strange plastic device was still gripped tightly in his hand.
A hand that was composed of only three thick fingers, coated in white fur and tipped with sharp claws.
Written by DesmondFallout on 17 July 2018
Denise?
Of course Daniel did what any rational person would do at such a sight; scream like a little girl. Covers were sent flying in his swift flight from bed over to the dressing mirror. It was a relief to find a still mostly human self gawking back in his boxers. Only his hand holding the device seemed to have become some kind of furry monster paw.
But that was when Daniel noticed his eyes. While his iris had become a sparkling emerald green, the sclera were blacker than night to make them stand out exponentially. Such an inhuman gaze, evn one of panic, cause Daniel to give another tiny squeal.
"What on earth is going on in here!?"
Daniel blushed red as his bedroom door slammed open. His mother took two steps in eyeing him in equal panic. After a second of confirm her kid was not in mortal peril, the elder woman took a moment to sweep the room. Finding more amounts of nothing to be threatened be, she fixed on Daniel with a quizzical expression.
"Really, Denise? What have I told you about not wearing a bra to bed? You'll thank me when gravity is not your friend in ten years."
"W-what?" There were too many reasons for Daniel's blushing to list. Why would his mom expect her son to wear a bra? He did not even own a bra. "Wait wait wait! Mom! My hand...it's...well look!"
Daniel raised up the white paw that had replace his normal extremity. The plastic device still remained clenched between dagger-tipped claws. It was still; a huge toss up if smashing it, or keeping it would be more beneficial towards his current problems.
His mom, on the other hand, was staring like Daniel had gone completely nuts. Granted, that was a very likely possibility in itself. She did seem to regard the toy in his monster hand with a glimmer of some curiosity. The older woman's eyes narrowed as some signs of gears turned inside her head. For a moment Daniel even dared to hope she might notice the fact he had white fur across his hand.
BZZZT THRRRRCCCHHHTT!!
Written by DesmondFallout on 21 July 2018
More changes
That damn dial-up static nearly startled Daniel out of his boxers. Yet his Mom merely blinked at his hand, oblivious to such noise cutting through the air. Her pensive expression fell back into a nearly vacant stare as she shifted to meet her son's eyes. Apparently she had no idea why her poor boy was freaking out over the fact white fur was resuming to grow up his wrist. All the skin up to the elbow was consumed in seconds by a shining white pelt. The arm itself thickened with athletic muscle Daniel had never known.
"Did you hurt your hand, sweetie? You know how I feel about those silly dares you get up to with your friends."
"I..I...bwah!?" Daniel gulped for air trying to understand why it felt like he was the one overreacting here. "D-don't I look a little bit different to you?"
His mom glanced to the monster arm again, but only for a moment. With a bemused scoff she replied, "No, and it better stay that way. If your father or I find you trying those piercing mod cards again we'll ground you from your digivice until graduation. Now hurry up and get ready for school. I'm burning breakfast."
*
Well, that certainly went more...normal than Daniel had been expecting. Almost a full minute passed before he collected enough wits to turn his attention away from the closed door. The exchange still left him terribly unsettled. His mom looked at the furry monster arm like he had been born with it. Did those dream people start reaching out to others he knew or something?
A disturbing question to ponder when he was a little less terrified about the horrific transformation taking place. Daniel needed to get help, and school did sound like the only potential place to find it. Searching Google for 'my hand turned into a paw' only brought up links to weird werewolf and Zootopia fanfiction. Maybe his friends could be a little more helpful. Jake mentioned once he was into that wierd 'furry' stuff getting popular online.
Written by DesmondFallout on 26 July 2018
Get Ready
Wait, what if the same thing that overcame his mom happened to them? It would be very hard to get help from people that could not understand you even had a problem.
Daniel glanced at the little toy his mom had called a digivice still clasped in his three fingers. That had to have been what was caused her sudden switch in perspective. Either that or furry arms spark untold levels of self denial about reality.
The clock was already reading eight AM. A phone call might help, but would definitely be pushing it. His stomach gave a hard rumble. Daniel set the digivice on his dresser to pat it with both human and monster hand. Losing one's humanity might be top on the list of priorities but he was also starving.
Maybe the transformation had something to do with his hunger as well. Either way he was going to start losing a lot more than an arm if he did not hurry.
*
Mom had made one good point; Daniel was not going anywhere without some clothes first. Rushing to the closet Daniel flung the doors open intent on grabbing the first shirt his eyes fell on like any normal guy.
TZZTT!! BRRRPPPHT!!
Written by DesmondFallout on 30 July 2018
More Changes
A wave of dizziness put a pin in that plan. Daniel groaned as he leaned against the closet door. Not because the world was spiraling out of control, but all muscle in his feet were refusing to work as designed. Goosebumps turned into a mild itching as white fur broke through the skin to engulf his feet. It quickly poured up his shins stopping just shy of the knees. From there the color switched to a golden hue moving up his thighs to encompass his hips.
Grumbling, Daniel put his claws to some use scratching at the beautiful pelt around his rear. It was not meshing well against the fabric of his underwear.
"Nngh!?"
No sooner had the fur stopped growing at the waist down than another hard cramp seized Daniel's feet. Toes clenched involuntarily and suddenly started to...flicker. They just jerked about in odd, jagged shapes like some video game glitch. Each time Daniel could see his feet snap back a little larger, swollen until one harsh glitch left his toes merged into three round digits. Underneath them swelled a set of leathery skin pads that gave a strange sort of cushion support. Probably to make up for the fact such huge paws could not possibly fit into a shoe anymore.
Krrrch!
More so when his heels lifted off the ground undergoing a complete bone reconfiguration. Paw toes spread, claws digging into the carpet as the whole foot lengthened into a high arch. Shins shrank to compensate, yet Daniel's jaw dropped watching his thighs double in size. Massive muscle bulked up under all that fur on par with Olympic runners. He certainly needed it with his shifting anatomy forcing all weight onto his enormous toes.
Daniel took several deep breaths taking stock of his fuzzy lower half. Pants seemed a bit out of the question now. Even if he could somehow get both paws through some jeans, he had grown the biggest set of 'thunder thighs' than any two girls at school combined. Hips and butt had gotten little bit plumper as well. It made him look incredibly girly, come to think of it.
Written by DesmondFallout on 03 October 2018
Girl
School! Daniel reeled from his thoughts in a new panic. He was going to have to try and fit into something if he hoped to get out of this room. Whipping back to the closet he attempted to make a selection among the usual assortment of…
...bras?
Fur and animal mutations had been freaky enough. Apparently, while Daniel had been distracted by those all his hanging undershirts had changed to a female equivalent. Most were sports bras, but a couple strapons were hiding in the back. The generous size of all their cups perturbed Daniel a little.
Checking the dresser did not fare much better. Instead of socks, there were just long open-ended sleeves in both black and blue wool. Less surprising was all the panties bursting out of the underwear drawer.
A thought occurred to Daniel. Glancing down caused him to groan. Of course the underwear he had on also became designed for a female form. In fact, they were pretty comfortable hugging his hips...and smoothed crotch.
"Oh, come on!" Daniel nearly shouted before remembering his family outside. Some human fingers poked at the cotton covering his groin, feeling just enough to confirm clothes were not the only thing turning female in his room.
Well, her room now.
Written by DesmondFallout on 05 October 2018
Getting Dressed
"Frack it!" Daniel snagged a random sports bra to proceed with dressing. The world was glitching out on her. Odds were good no one would raise an eyebrow over some girl clothes now. Technically they were not inappropriate anymore.
Daniel adjusted the straps gazing at the loose cups hanging off her chest. According to the tag they were only a size C, but still felt huge. Something told her it would be a necessity soon enough too.
At least Daniel's preferred assortment of shirts with meme references on the front remained intact. They just shrank to a smaller, snug size to better define her curves. She also found a few scraps of instructions revealing her pile of 'sleeves' were still actual socks. The ends had merely been designed to let the plump paws poke out for full pad support. Daniel had to admit it made them look kind of cute that way.
But then came the worst choice of the morning; shorts or skirts. Not a single pair of jeans or even sweats could be found among the other girly garments. And neither option really made Daniel that excited to head outside.
Written by DesmondFallout on 07 October 2018
Skirt
Eventually, skirts won this crucial debate. Daniel felt getting used to the draft would be a better experience than having shorts clinging to her butt. Turning to check her profile in the mirror, Daniel gave a small sigh. The hanging fabric did nothing to hide the heavy bottom nature of her changing figure. On the bright side, most of it was rippling muscle under all that fur. The other guys in Daniel's circle of friends would never hope to achieve this kind of running power on a high school budget.
Daniel's trusty backpack was snatched up from the closet floor as she dashed out. The human hand was on the front doorknob when she remembered the digivice still sat on her desk.
*
The idea of just leaving it there was sorely tempting. It was not an unfair assumption to think that was the root of all Daniel's current morning problems. The toy had been a gift from 'them' after all.
On the other hand...paw there was no way of telling if distance would keep further reality glitches from happening. Besides, one of the guys at school might have an idea what to do with the stupid thing.
Racing back to her room only took Daniel a few surprising seconds. The very passing of her body was a blur in the corner of her parent's eye, barely generating a breeze at such speeds. Daniel could not help grinning that all her muscle poking through the fur was not for a sexy show. Such perks would have been really incredible to play around with if not for the monster girl transformation that came with them. Daniel swallowed her curiosity for later and grabbed the digivice with her human hand.
BBZZZPPPTTTHH!!
Written by DesmondFallout on 09 October 2018
Former Human Hand
Make that former human hand. Daniel blinked, staring dumbfounded at the supposed children's toy, and then the three furry, clawed fingers clutching it. Her arm had joined its opposite in becoming a full fledge canines paw. At least now she had some semblance of symmetry.
*
Standing around in stupefied thought was not going to help. Daniel kept downstairs four at a time while shoving the device in his backpack.
Turned out there was little need to worry about running late with beefed up animal legs. By the time Daniel realized the true measure of her run speed she had already overtaken the bus on it's usual route to school. Most students did not give her much of a glance at thirty miles per hour. The glaring exception, of course, being the more lewd cliques.
"When you going to call me, babe?"
"Can you wear that skirt to gym class? Your panties look so nice when you run."
"Eat the asphalt, furfag!"
HOOOONK!!
Written by DesmondFallout on 10 October 2018
Get out of Traffic
Daniel almost did that last one if not for the warning horn. Realization she had drifted into the oncoming traffic lane hit before the car. Just in time to prompt her paws to push off the ground. Never losing momentum, Daniel hopped onto the car's hood and continued running along its roof. Another bounce off its trunk had her back on the solid ground without incident.
"Show off!" Came the last cries before Daniel turned down a side ally that cut closer to school.
"Holy fuck…" Daniel was a bit too stunned by her athletic prowess to care for some daily hazing. Going down the alley, she experimented with jumping over trash bins and dashing sideways along the surrounding walls. With each bit of practice, the flow of ninja-style movements became almost second nature. This, in turn, had her grinning a mouthful of very sharp teeth. "Aw fuck, this is awesome!"
She had to get higher. Daniel leaped on top of the walls, running along their narrow width with a balance and grace beyond Olympic skills. With this kind of travel, the interconnecting system of stone barriers made a perfect shortcut to school.
"Morning Denise! Taking the scenic route to school again?"
"Morning, Ms. Roberts! This is the best way to travel, after all," Daniel replied without looking at the older woman watering her flower bushes. Paws landed almost silently on the roof of a house, which she scaled in short hops.
The adrenaline rush was getting a bit too high for Daniel's worrisome human mind to keep up. Otherwise, she would have been losing her focus trying to figure out how she knew a Ms. Roberts. But that was not nearly as fun as reaching the roof's edge and leaping off to dash across the next home.
The wind rushing across Daniel's body with each jump felt heavenly on her fur. Even her hair, which waved like a cape behind her, felt soothed as it grew. A shift in pigments caused it to bleach into a snowy pure white, not unlike her hand and paw fur.
If Daniel had not been wearing clothes, she might have also noticed the mild itching that crawled up her torso. An extra fluffy coat of white grew across her stomach and chest, while more yellow blanketed the sides and back.
Being covered made such changes not nearly as apparent as when Daniel's figure began filling out in other ways. Each leap, every dash, seemed to spark a rush of muscle alterations to better fit the monster woman she was becoming. After only a few roofs her hips had a lot more bounce to each step, spreading out into a thick curve that stretched her panties snug. Strong muscles befitting such a great runner piled onto her rear to help fill out the back.
As she came within spitting distance of the school, Daniels' thighs inflated with a hard flexed that left them doubled in size. With her strongest jump yet she cleared a four-lane street and sailed easily over the fence onto campus grounds. Her shirt fluttered in the updraft flashing a creamy furred waist for anyone that might be watching. It had caved inwards into a typical female figure that further advertised Daniel's heavy rear. Granted she had some abdominal muscle poking out through her pelt to admire as well.
Written by DesmondFallout on 12 October 2018
"You're a bit late."
"You're a bit late."
Daniel yipped, almost toppling backward out of her cool entrance pose. A lot of the mingling kids that had been watching giggled as they went about their own days. However, Pammy stood only feet away looking at her wristwatch with a sour expression.
"That's really not like you, Denise. You've slept in and still made it before the bus. Please tell me Jake hasn't been messing with your data code again?"
"I...guh...wha…?"
Now that the thrill of being an athletic badass was over, Daniel's mind seemed to be going back to confused panic mode. Looked like she had guessed correctly in that not a single kid seemed weirded out by the furry person in a skirt arriving for classes. The bus she had so casually run past had pulled up to the curb and began letting it's passengers off.
Looking into the parking lot, she could make out their friend Jake climbing out of a red sports car. He was followed closely by followed by Gasson and David, who had been driving. They quickly spotted her with Pammy and began working through the crowds in their direction.
It was not until Daniel caught Jake's eye that she remembered all the weird stuff he was into. 'Furry' was the word they used to label strong affection for animal people of something. The ideas depicted in that so-called 'art' website, FurAffection, made Daniel's own morning feel tame.
"No, seriously!" Pammy snapped Daniel out his daydream of fat Yoshi pictures with a tone of aggressive concern. "Is he screwing with you or your code? We really don't need another noodle incident before you love birds do that dare today."
"S-sorry!?" Daniel squeaked but quickly recovered. The idea of having a boyfriend excited her so much she wanted to hurl. "No, of course not! I mean, I was a bit distracted whe-YIPE!"
Daniel's spine twitched, which caused her skirt to flutter. That was definitely not something it should have been able to do. Whipping her head back found the culprit to be an amazingly long limb wagging against her thighs. Its length was coated in a dense layer of yellow fur, dotted in white at the tip. How beautiful, she had grown a tail now.
Written by DesmondFallout on 13 October 2018
Uncontained Tail
Her peers seemed less interested in that than how it repeatedly exposed her pantie-clad rear with every twitch. Daniel realized dignity was already a lost cause, so reached back to undo the clasp in her skirts rear hem. With a bit of hurried fidgeting, and a lot more underwear flashing, she managed to work the massive tail through its designed hole in her garment. It must have been some miracle that did not get teachers and bus drivers screaming rage at her undignified performance.
"Wow, you must have been in a hurry to forget to button your tail." Pammy leaned in with a knowing grin. "Or are the boys bribing you to still flash the school?"
"Still!?" Daniel parroted with her face redder than a Christmas light. She had wondered if her friends were going to act differently like her parents, but had not expected something lewd. Thoughts raced for any excuse to change the subject, choosing to go with whatever poured out her mouth naturally. "Come on, Pam, you know there's only so much of my ass these sheep can take before they realize how lower class they are. It's why we got to do the new dare today, right? Incidentally, when we going to be going over the specifics?"
Yeah, that felt pretty good to say. Daniel even felt a swell of pride seeing Pammy grin with amused respect for the retort.
Wait, no, that was not pride she felt swelling.
Daniel stiffened as she felt her bra shift. Ignoring whatever Pammy answer to her questions, she tried not to be conspicuous about turning her gaze downward. Sure enough, she could feel the spandex of her supporting undergarment getting tighter around her chest. A chest that was filling out with so much rapidly developing flesh and fat cells. With each breath, Daniel could see her shirt tent further away from her until it created a reasonably impressive shelf for a teenagers bosom.
Written by DesmondFallout on 15 October 2018