Spa Treatment, Part 3 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

When four friends break into a condemned mountain lodge spa in order to fulfil a dare, none of them could have guessed it would change their lives forever. All they have to do is dip into the waters for one hour and they will be accepted into a local fraternity, but the mutagenic run off into the spas waters will instead begin to change them into female anthro creatures! Without options, the four must find a way to turn back . . . or uncover a community of other transformed spa goers.

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Chapter 3: Forest Changes

There was still disagreement after they left the spa treatment facility. The four men-turned-mutants were struggling with their various new ‘additions’, and this led to a great deal of uncertainty, not to mention tempers flaring. Chris and Doug were still terrified of becoming freaks all over the news and the internet if they went down into town, while Robert was less embarrassed about that. He’d always stood out as a bit of a freak, what with often being the ‘sickly child’ and the ‘kid who’s always sick,’ not to mention his coughing fits, asthma attacks, and general paleness. What was one more freaky bit of news, if they changed back? Still, the decision was generally made to ascend, and they did that over the next hour.

“I know what you mean,” Lee said as they moved through the forest together, his eyes and Rob’s nose leading the party. “But I highly doubt ordinary science can reverse . . . whatever this is. This is so far advanced beyond anything I’ve read about in medical textbooks. I - I left behind my glasses and didn’t even think about it, Robert. Hell, I almost forgot, uh, my clothing.”

Rob sniffed the air, catching the scent of that mutagen in the air and directing the group further up a hill. “I, um, know what you mean. About the clothing, I mean. I feel like I . . . don’t need them. At least, not nearly as much.”

Lee gave an amused cat purr, gesturing to himself. “I guess I’m already not wearing as much.”

It was true: the short and scrawny Lee had grown several inches in height. His body remained slender, though lithe muscle had gained some definition. But with his widened hips, flickering cat’s tail (which was now over two feet long) and growing breasts, not to mention his increasingly hourglass shape, his clothing fit his body very differently. His hiking shorts were not on backwards, the zipper undone so the tail could push through, and the belt was long gone in order to allow the snug fit on the hips to be less uncomfortable. His shirt now bore an increasingly black-furred midriff, the small little extra nipples now obviously in view. 

“None of us are wearing much,” Rob mused, looking over himself. His own chest had developed B-cup breasts now, bigger than his own sister’s, which was embarrassing to realise. She’d always wanted to be less ‘flat-chested’, and now her brother had bigger tits than her. The blonde fur was growing over them, and this was obvious because he’d left the top and bottom buttons undone, with only the middle ones on, in order to feel more comfortable. His height hadn’t changed, but he had gained a lot more muscle, his stomach flat in a feminine way but still bearing powerful abs. His tail was over the waistband of his shorts, but it was hard not to tug them down occasionally; his ass was now entirely furry. 

“At least we don’t have Chris’ problems,” Lee said. He gestured with a single bared claw back to the rear-most member of their group. Once the team leader, Chris was finding it harder than anyone to move through the forest: his weight was increasing, and that wasn’t just in his thickening middle or growing thighs. No, his breasts were expanding too, and were easily DD-cups now. Worse, he’d discovered that his lower nipples were growing into full boobs as well, unlike the rest of them who had smaller ‘lower tits.’

“This sucks!” he whined, trying desperately to make his stretched shirt fit over his double pair of boobs. The lower ones were only B-cups or so, but were being pressed down upon by the upper ones. “My shorts are going to seriously explode, and my stomach is so fucking itchy! Why am I the only one with more boobs!?”

“I’ve got more,” Lee called up, cupping his smaller pair below his upper ones.

“Me too!” Robert announced, turning profile to demonstrate. His were bigger than Lee’s, whose body was overall much more slender, befitting a cat-like individual.

“But they’re still smaller than mine! I’m growing fucking boulders here! It almost makes me want a goddamn bra. Ugh, I was an idiot for wanting to join Alpha Kappa Kappa. Bastards left us in the lurch and now I’ve got a big ropey cow tail for it!”

He huffed, his wider nostrils taking in a lot more air. He scratched his ass, which also had the Holstein patterning now.

“And I’m not even going to be black anymore! I’m going to be black and white. Does that make that mutagen stuff racist or what?”

Doug snickered. 

“Oh, shut up, rabbit boy. You’re going girl like me.”

“Sorry Chris. Just . . . I’m getting real anxious. I don’t want to be trapped like this. But I keep laughing at everything because stuff keeps getting me scared. Stupid rabbit instincts, I swear.”

Chris believed him; they all did. Doug may have been a bit of a social climber and hopeless lady-chaser, but while he could stir people up like crazy he wasn’t one to mock. And he had been giggling anxiously, jumping at shadows and strange sounds in the wood.

“Ughhh,” he grunted. “S-sorry, we need to stop! I can f-feel another b-big change coming on! Aghhh, I think it’s m-more fur!”

He was the only one practically naked; his hips were so wide in giving him a pear-shaped figure that they literally couldn’t accommodate his shorts anymore, leaving him in very stretched underwear.

“Goddamn this, it’s so embarrassing that - eep! - I’m turning into a r-rabbit! I’m s-sorry!”

“It’s okay, dude,” Chris said, leaning against a tree and trying to cup his increasingly heavy breasts with hoof-hands that were not up to the task. “I c-can feel it coming on too. Ahhh . . . oh f-fuck! My damn t-tits again - mmmhppph!!!”

He bit on his lower lip as the next round of changes began. They were barely an hour out from the Overview Spa and still more transformations were occurring. Rob watched with interest even as his two friends moans and groaned, Chris against the tree, rubbing his rear on it up and down as if conducting the world’s strangest stripper dance, and Doug on his side upon the dirt, kicking up the grass with kicks of his legs as his fur spread.

“S-stop look at us!” Chris said. “Go mooo-ove elsewhere already! Moooo!!!”

Rob and Lee exchanged a glance. “I’ll try to sniff ahead,” Rob said.

“Yeah, I’ll, um, keep an eye on things.”

They could both feel their own bodily pressures, but they hadn’t reached a peak yet. Both retreated into the darkness to give their friend’s more privacy, though they didn’t get far away enough to avoid the loud echoes of clothing tearing apart and a series of rabbit squeaks and cow moos to fill the air, along with a hefty amount of expletives.

“I think Chris is growing an udder,” Rob said.

Lee nodded, placing a clawed hand on one very fine hip as they surveyed an old overgrown path up the mountain. “That’s more than certain. It has all the telltale sounds of being one, and with my vision I was able to catch four nubs growing out from the mass.

“Nubs as in . . . teats?”

Lee nodded slowly. “More evidence that he’s becoming a woman.”

 Rob couldn’t help but notice that his friend’s face was not only further feline - triangular nose, more fur, slightly pronounced jaw - but more feminine also. It had sleeker lines and prominent cheekbones, and his voice was more female than male, just like his own.

“I, uh, think we all are,” Rob said, trying to drown out another loud ‘MOOOO!’ in the distance behind them. “Becoming women, I mean. I can, well, I can feel my dick getting smaller.”

“Mine too. It wasn’t big before, but it’s getting smaller. Goddamn, this is strange. I would have thought this was impossible earlier today, but here I am, becoming some sort of . . . .”

“Catwoman?” Rob suggested.

Lee actually chuckled, soothing his own inner-nervousness. “I guess. And you’ll be a dog girl. Ugh, we never should have come along on this!”

“I know. I just . . . wanted to prove myself. That I could do it.”

“Me too. I’m a geek. A dork. I’m proud of it; I know who I am. But who doesn't want to be popular? Who doesn’t want to lose their damn virginity? And that won’t happen now unless we find this Community. Who’s gonna want to sleep with this?”

He gestured again to his black-furred form, but Robert only snickered.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it’s just that I imagine a hell of a lot of people will want to sleep with us, if we ever went to a Furry Con.”

Lee sighed, running a pawed hand down his feline face. “No thank you.”

“We better go see the damage. I think Chris has stopped.”

“For now.”

The damage was not small. Chris’s horns were now fully out of hiding and starting to curve a little, while his ears had turned longer and floppier, covering in fine hairs. His nose was broader, his teeth flat, but his face was womanly, much like Lee’s. His tail wasn’t full grown, but appeared almost three feet in length and with thick hairs at the end. His penis was just a stub, and he was complaining that something was ‘burrowing through him’; not doubt the start of a vaginal wall. boobs were now big and round upon his chest, and the lower ones were catching up. His ‘upper tits’ were looking bigger than even Stacey Ackermann’s splendid chest, and she had a real set of melons. Worse, his clothing had completely torn, even his underwear. His fur was almost completely around his body, with just his face, his forearms, and his calves free - Doug laughed when ‘calves’ were mentioned, only to be reminded that his fur was even thicker and his ears now down to the ends of his shoulders, highly exaggerated in size.

“Don’t rub it in,” he whined. “I, oh shit, I can’t walk!”

While Chris whined about the itchy pink patch on his lower stomach - obviously an udder to everyone except him by this point - Doug shifted on his even further enlarged feet and then fell backwards. He tried again, only to fail again.

“Oh God, what if I can’t walk again? What if I’m going to get feet so big I can’t walk! I’ve barely got a dick anymore and now this mutation is taking my fucking legs! It’s not fair, it’s not-”

Something about the excitement got to Rob, and he ended up giving a loud bark, a mix of excitement and fear for his friend. But it spooks Doug’s highly sensitive hearing enough to send him bounding.

Literally.

Doug bounced just like a rabbit, but he hadn’t quite mastered the landing yet, and so ended up barrelling bunny ears over cottontail until he was back on his ass again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he yelled, voice echoing out into the night. “I bounce now!”

“At least you can move fast,” Chris grumbled, scraping a hoof-hand against his expanding pink mass. “My thighs are so thick and these boobs so heavy that I feel like Rob used to be.”

“Hey!” Rob exclaimed, panting a little and baring his teeth. “I did my best! I was sick!”

“And I’m getting fat!”

“You’re not getting fat. You’re just . . . curvy.”

Chris raised an eyebrow and folding his arms between his two rows of breasts. “That’s somehow worse. I can’t believe -

“Nngh! Woof! WOOF!”

Rob shuddered, feeling his own set of changes coming on. Lee followed him, falling against a tree and scratching at the bark in order to relieve himself.

“Meowwwww! Hisssss! I think we’re ch-changing too!”

“Good!” Doug announced. “At least I’m not the only one!”

“Shut up d-WOOF!!!”

Both canine and feline members of the group began to writhe. Rob tried to resist, but his will was weak compared to the others, and understandably so: he’d never felt so truly alive until tonight. Yes, he was becoming a dog freak, and worse still a female dog freak - a total bitch! - but his senses were heightened, his allergies and asthma gone, and he no longer felt athletically weak but someone who could run for days on end if need be. 

“Ahhhhh,” he moaned, turning his face up to howl at the moon. “Awwwwooooooo! Yes, yes!”

“Did he just say ‘yes?’” Doug asked.

Rob ignored him. He was too busy caught in the sheer pleasure of the fur travelling down his body. He looked to his side and saw that Lee was looking similarly caught in the throes of bliss. The cat-man/woman was scratching at the bark of the tree, tail writhing as it extended. The black fur was now coating his entire body, and his jaw was likewise gaining a very small snout, albeit smaller than robs - just pronounced around the nose area, just a little. His own was extending forward, canine teeth appropriately getting more pronounced, his tongue lolling out the side even longer. His chin sprouted blonde hair, and his own actual hair grew longer, as if taking on more feminine proportions.

“Woof! WOOF! BARK!”

“MEOWWWWWWWW!!”

Lee gyrated - there was no other word for it. She swayed her hips from side to side in a manner that was utterly sensual, particularly as her furry figure took on a proper hourglass. Her breasts grew just a little, though not nearly so much as Robert’s. Still, he cupped them, moaning and rending his shirt apart, tearing at it with his claws until there was no possibility of retrieving it.

Chris spluttered at this from the sidelines. “Dude, Lee, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I can’t h-help it! It just f-feels so natural! Mmhmmm!”

Lee’s member shrank, and he was the first to cross the threshold into total womanhood. It surprised him, humiliated him, and yet the feelings were too wonderful. His entire body felt demure and pretty, acrobatic and flexible, alluring and powerful in a way it had never been before. He managed just to avoid ripping his shorts to pieces, but there was no saving his top, so that his gorgeous feline upper half was now bare.

Rob also faced a similar struggle. He rolled upon the ground, just like a dog, and with his new flexibility began to scratch at himself. It brought unexpected comfort, but it also tore at his clothing. Unlike Lee he just barely restrained himself, but the bottom of his shirt was shredded and his shorts splintered in places, revealing his spreading fur.

“Stop scratching yourself, man!” Chris yelled. “Be a moo-an! Fight it!”

Rob didn’t want to. It was the strangest, most embarrassing truth, but he was gaining more energy and sense of being alive by the minute, and embracing the change only let him experience it more fully. He gave another great howl, right up at the moon, and this time he was joined by the baying of a number of wolves across the mountain forest, which was enough to alarm Doug into retreating behind a tree. Even Chris looked terrified, and he was normally fearless. For Rob though, it sent him over the edge. Whatever mental power might have staved off the mutagen, it let him cross fully over now: like Lee, his femininity arrived in full, his voice becoming a husky woman’s tone, his genitals now that of, well, a bitch.

“Oh God,” she spluttered, spreading out on the ground. “Ohhhhh, God. I just - did I just become a woman?”

“You sure did,” Lee purred. Her voice was like that of a femme-fatale, dripping with eroticism. “And I did too, Rob. It feels really weird. I’ve got, um, curves.”

“I’ve got curves too,” Rob replied, feeling them. “And muscles. I feel like an athletic chick, if she was merged with her running dog or something.”

“And I feel . . . way too much like Catwoman.”

They both turned to look at Chris and Doug.

How about you two?” Rob asked

Chris adamantly shook his head, as did Doug when he reappeared. But with a groan in their stomachs, both men looked worried.

“Fuck, it won’t be long though,” Chris said. “We need to get going. I’m not becoming a mopping moo-ad cow!”

But before he could take a step, his stomach rumbled.

“More changes?” Lee asked, trying not to think about how she was now a catgirl - a real life catgirl.

“N-no! My stomach! I’m fucking hungry. Those changes really took it out on m-me.”

Just saying it out loud made the rest of the group realise that they were hungry too. Doug’s stomach growled loudly, as did Rob’s. Lee’s was more petite, but still made a noise.

“Fuck, no! Fuck, no!”

It was Chris. Doug put a hand on his furry Holstein shoulder. “Another change?”

“No, worse! The grass . . . it’s looking . . . tasty.”

Doug swallowed. He and Chris exchanged a look: it really did look tasty. Lee and Rob, on the other hand, had their own shared gaze. The grass didn’t look tasty at all . . . but they could smell such wonderful meat bounding in the dark of the forests.

Rob gulped. “I think . . . I think I need some meat.”

Lee made the same sound, albeit in a much more refined manner. “Me too.”

All four individuals went a few moments without a word. They were all aware that yet another animal adaptation was required.

To Be Continued . . .