Wasn't made for depression (Monthly tale - 25) X

(Woman into ferret)*

The apartment was depressingly dark and empty as the pudgy girl sneaked out of her room to scavenge some food.

Her family was out, she was alone, Chloe was both used and not used at all to feeling like that.

It was easy to describe her as cute, with long dark hair, clear brown eyes and a round face. Chubby or plump were also good descriptions, but in the best of ways, she was also a shorty and small, but she wasn’t so fond of those terms.

Wearing socks, as she walked she scratched her butt and then her belly as she made it to the kitchen without turning on the light, Chloe was in her early twenties and was clearly not at her best.

She was obviously not wearing makeup, only her glasses covered her face, the fluffy gray house coat and her pajamas hiding her voluptuousness.

With a deep sigh she grabbed something to drink together with some food, mostly snacks and leftovers and dragged her feet back to her small room, putting the nourishment next to the keyboard on top of her computer.

As she opened her can of cola her eyes looked up at her PC’s screen and saw the chat.

The two marks indicating that Bobby had read her last message, yet not a single word of response from him in the last hour and a half.

Chloe knew she shouldn’t be worrying, it wasn’t at all rare for Bobby to space out... but...

Her chips didn’t taste very good.

She began to browse the net to distract herself, trying to not pay attention to her own mental nagging. He said he was going to come, she had got ready, but then he had gone MIA and she had slid back into pajamas and depression, feeling too lazy to take her earrings off.

Should she be mad? She was pretty sure the answer was no, she was sure there was an explanation, she certainly hoped so, but Chloe always betrayed Chloe.

Fingers click, teeth chewed, eyes moved, ignoring a sudden spiky itch.

Another sigh.

That feeling of inadequacy, the hopeless impotence of looking into the future and only seeing a long dark tunnel.

Always that tunnel.

The girl stopped, sitting back in her chair, she rubbed her hair, she just couldn’t distract herself from herself.

“It’s not his fault... it’s yours...” she mumbled.

Eyes slid to the side, to the pot of talcum powder.

Ferret softness skin powder.

From Shift Inc. as I’m sure you have already guessed.

Her doctor recommended it to deal with a few skin issues, her parents were mad when she bought it, but she was an adult, she had bought it not caring about the warning about getting kicked out if she screwed herself out of her humanity.

They were old, they didn’t understand, she wasn’t scared.

It was good for the skin, the risk was only for dumb people and she wasn’t dumb.

Chloe leaned a hand towards the pot and grabbed it.

“I just need a moment to rest...” she told herself.

The powder had worked wonders on her skin, it also helped her in other ways. Kinky sexy ways.

She knew the danger, lately she had thought maybe too much about it, about how humanity was overrated.

Her job sucked ass, she only kept losing friends, she hadn’t a good perspective on the future... What was so great about being human...? 

Why should she remain as a woman if it hurt so much? That treacherous thought.

During those long restless nights she had wished that it would actually happen, that she had changed. The powder made her feel so good, changing would only made her feel even better.

Chloe had seen the videos of the transformations, some of those women might have been horrified, but every single one seemed to be enjoying themselves in the middle of the mesmerizing shifting of their flesh into beast-hood.

“At least as a ferret I would be good in a tunnel...” she mumbled, opening the pot with a sad chuckle that echoed around the lonely small room.

The girl put the open pot on her desk, leaning back in the chair she got comfy and with both hands grabbed her pajama pants waist. Slowly she pulled them down, both pants and panties, revealing the healthy bush that covered her crotch.

Two fingers moved towards the open pot and hovered just above the surface of the white powder.

Chloe licked her lips.

Immediately those two fingers, now covered in the so soft dusty substance moved towards her exposed crotch, dancing between the curly pubic hairs, brushing the lips of her shivering vagina.

“Hmm...” a moaning gasp as she slid inside her own sex after rubbing at the entrance.

The powder mixed with her fluids, penetrated the pores of her skin, flowing into her bloodstream helping to accelerate her heartbeat.

Nipples grew hard, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She penetrated herself deeper, sliding down on her chair, closing her eyes, letting the pleasure make her forget for her daunting sorrow for a short while.

As her breathing grew quicker her toes curled up inside her socks, she rubbed her left breast slightly through her pajama top with her free hand.

The temperature increased, both inside her and in the room, as her masturbatory therapy made her lose any coherency in her train of thought.

Moans, gasps, Chloe’s lips opened and closed as the penetrating rubbing of her clit and pussy speeded up.

Heart beating so hard.

It wasn’t just her fingers, it was the hormones, the ferret hormones in her blood, it was what made it all feel so good. Was she really not thinking? Or was it just an excuse to not feel so guilty?

Her free hand moved from her chest down to the open pot of powder.

Eyes squinted and teeth clenched fiercely, a tear slid down.

Four fingers instead of just two easily penetrated the powder all the way to the bottom of the pot. A small cloud of white dust flew into the air, going up her nose.

More and more hormones, in her lungs, her skin... the ferret penetrating the core essence of a sad woman, naked and plump, begging her to stop with a deafening scream as ferrets climbed her nudity and covered her completely and forever...

“NGGGHHHHHHH!”

Chloe masturbated furiously, sliding down and down, fingers covered in powder left the pot, her thoughts just background noise in an ocean of dark lewdness.

She wished that when the orgasm hit her, that it would just made her pop out of existence, a pile of empty clothes would fall to the floor and from it would emerge a ferret that would never again have a single worry in her life.

But things were never going to be that easy for her.

The knocking at the door made her open her eyes, the surprise almost made her fall. She was in a very precarious position, her back on the chair seat, her pants around her knees, her plump butt in danger of hitting the floor and her pussy shivering with satisfaction.

Another knock.

“Oh, god...” she gasped. “Wait... WAIT! I’m coming, give me a minute!”

With some surprisingly dextrous domestic acrobatics Chloe pulled herself back. She stood up from the chair and looked around.

“Oh, shit, what a mess...” pulling her pants up she tried to clean her room a little. “ONE MOMENT!” she yelled, closing the pot, cleaning the crumbs of the snacks and stains of powder and a few other things all at the same time despite only having two hands.

With the room looking a bit more decent she ran towards the door and opened it, assuming Bobby was standing on the other side.

And she was right.

Chloe hung from the door smiling at the bearded guy outside.

“Hey there!” she said blushing. “Sorry for making you wait, I was doing some chores?”

“Like dressing up?” chuckled Bobby. “You’re showing some bush!”

The girl looked down at her crotch and realized he was right, quickly she covered her shame.

“Damn! Sorry!” she somehow managed to blush even more... and she wasn’t sure it was just because of the shame...

“No worries, it isn’t like it was a bad view or anything.” that comment made Chloe giggle and stick her tongue out. “Can I still come in or don’t you want to kick my butt?” Bobby asked.

“Of course, you can come in... because I want to kick your butt!”

She moved aside, he entered, the two went to Chloe’s room.

“I thought your parents might have already come back.” said Bobby, sitting in the bed.

Chloe sat in her still warm chair and shrugged.

“Nah, they are still out.” she offered Bobby snacks. “Want some chips?”

“Neat!” he said, accepting the food. “Sorry I came so late and didn’t answer... Just when I was going out my dad asked me to help clean his car and then my phone’s battery died and... a lot of excuses, yeah...”

The girl shook her head slightly, squeezed her thighs, she felt herself tingling all over, but she didn’t want to pay any attention to it.

“Oh, no worries, I guessed it was either something like that or that you had just spaced out looking at a wall as usual.”

“Are you sure it’s fine? You tend to worry too much when you are left alone.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I am a tough, adult woman, I don’t worry that much!” she tried to dismiss Bobby’s comment while between her legs her pussy munched at her cotton panties.

It was just that she hadn’t finished her kinky time, that’s all, it wasn’t happening to her, she was certain.

Not in front of Bobby.

“Hmm...” Bobby ate his chips, he had been avoiding looking at his friend’s hard nipples since the comment about her bush. “You look kinda red... are you alright?”

“Yes, you just caught me with my pants down, I tried to clean up this mess of a room too quickly and I’m not made to run...!” she giggled.

Her ears weren’t, it was just her imagination, they weren’t tingling more than the rest of her body.

Bobby’s jaw stopped, his eyes opened and then he frowned, he leaned forward, extending an arm towards Chloe’s head.

“C-Chloe...” he mumbled.

The woman felt startled like a critter, he was getting closer and closer, was he going to... she gulped, she blinked. Marry me, fuck me, save me, the thoughts quickly flashing through her over-heating mind.

“Bob...” whispered her lips.

His hand reached her hair.

“Your ear...!” he grunted. “You are metamorphosing!”

Chloe tried to keep her smile.

“No! I’m not!”

Her words were betrayed by her body, as Bobby touched her ears they morphed under his fingertips. They slid upwards her face, rounding up, her glasses fell to the floor making the lenses fall out.

“Chloe! Have you been using Shift Inc.?” Bobby asked.

“Yes! But I’m not changing!” earrings dangling, round ears shook through her hair as they moved closer to the top of her head. “Not me! Not me!”

Leaving her housecoat on the chair she stood up.

“Dear lord...!” the guy gasped, as he watched the changing girl struggle with her clothes.

Chloe grabbed her shirt with one hand and her pants with the other, squeezing and pulling, trapped between the heat and the distress.

“I’m not changing...!”

She took a few steps forward as Bobby watched in shock, her pants and panties fell, not only her bush was now unshaved, but also her legs. The girl moved her chubby buttocks in front of the man, spreading her legs, she put both hands on her ass, anticipating the next wave of the unstoppable transformation. She closed her eyes, she yelled.

“NOT MEEEEEEEEEEEH!”

As she screamed with her mouth wide open her teeth sharpened and her asscheeks spread, not because of her fingernails pulling on the flesh, but because of the transformation that was revealing her anus and stretching the end of her spine into a skinny shaking tail.

Sobbing and gasping Chloe looked back towards Bobby, who couldn’t stop staring at her morphing rear.

“A-am... Am changing...” she cried sadly.

“I... Yes... Wait, don’t undress anymore!”

It was only a sense of politeness and not a lack of desire that made him say that, but Chloe couldn’t stop herself.

“I can’t...! The heat! The DAMN heat!”

She took off her shir and stepped out of her pants and panties. Throwing the shirt onto the floor she finally stood naked in front of her friend. Only her socks and earrings remained, so often had Bobby dreamed of seeing it in all of it’s glory, the bouncy breasts, the plump hips, the overall vision of pale Rubenesque beauty. He hadn’t ever expected that if he had one day reached that dream she would have furry ears on top of her head, a tail between her legs, whiskers growing around her nose or a pair of new nipples sprouting under her boobs... but none of those things took anything away from the desirable voluptuousness of Chloe’s nakedness...

“You are beautiful...” Bobby shook his head after he mumbled, another pair of nipples on Chloe’s torso, dark hair growing on her tail. “I mean... A cat...! You are turning into a cat...!”

“No... A ferret... I’m gonna be a damn ferret...” she was trying to scratch her back.

“Why did you ever use that stuff! That shit is dangerous!”

“I know! I know! IIIIIIIiiih! The back itches!” fur was spreading across her sweaty skin following the line of her spine. “I had it under control...”

“You clearly didn’t!”

“It was too good... It made everything... easy... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...!”

Bobby raised her hands, trying to calm her as if that was something that was even possible for Chloe in the current circumstances.

“Let’s not panic!” he said, while clearly panicking. “What product did you use? You must have one of those insurances, maybe if we call them they can do something...”

Chloe shook her head, angry and horny.

“They can’t help me!” a wet nose growing pink, her eyebrows fuzzing up. “You can’t help me... We both know that! I’m fucked... but you ... you can... You have to FUCK meh!”

“What?! That... I... You can’t be serious!”

But she was already pushing him down, forcing Bobby to lay down on the bed as she climbed on top of him.

“Wait... Please...!” the guy whimpered.

“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!” yelled Chloe showing her sharp new teeth. “I am as horny as hell and I’m turning into a ferret...! Please, don’t let me transform without having sex as a woman one last timeh!”

Ripping sounds as growing claws ripped her socks and elongated at the end of her fingers. Bobby felt those claws on his chest, he also felt her tail slapping his legs.

Chloe was squatting on top of him, slowly changing into her inescapable future, there were three extra sets of nipples beneath her breasts, the first two swelling up into teats and some had grown into something like the roundness of her original boobs.

Bobby gulped and snorted, his hands already on her hot hips, her pussy leaking right on top of the erection he already had inside his pants.

His body was as willing as hers was changing.

“Goddammit... Chloe...” he mumbled. “I love you...”

“Of course you do... Idiot...” Chloe leaned towards him, lips met, he touched the sharp fangs with his tongue. “I love you too...” she whispered as her lips separated and they remained... forehead against forehead.

The guy’s hands moved quickly to pull down his pants, his penis sprung out of his briefs easily and hard.

Chloe didn’t think twice, with both hands against Bobby’s chest she lowered her pelvis. Her vagina avidly swallowed his hard cock. As she reached his pelvis with hers she let out a high pitched squeak.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!”

Her tail raised, her ears lowered, her neck began to stretch. Bobby grunted as Chloe’s vagina tightened firmly around his sex.

“Ngggggh!”

Panting, moaning, sweating.

The strength of the changes had already got the room boiling, but once they began to do the deed of love and pleasure it became like an oven, an oven in which Chloe’s humanhood was becoming melted into a more humble critter-like shape.

Bobby moved his hands over the erect nipples of her swelling teats until he reached her human tits and squeezed.

Chloe squeaked, passing her claws through her long hair, she might have been doomed to be a ferret, but at that moment she was a woman with her man.

She danced up and down the hardon with her furry crotch, her tail swung, muscles and bones snapping and stretching, joints shortening as the lewd act made every inch of her flesh shiver in radiant joy.

Sex and metamorphosis. The short fur, white and black, taking over her back as her shoulder blades moved closer together and her rib cage widened.

“Nyaaaaaaaaagh!” she licked her lips and her whiskers.

Below her Bobby was experiencing the immense pleasure of having sex with a transforming person, maybe a once in a lifetime experience. His hands move around the shifting skin, feeling the slow spread of fur, from the back up to the shoulders, to the armpits, to everything... the tense muscles, the shrinking...

“This... You are... Amazing...!” he gasped. 

Lighting and thunder stroked his penis as Chloe began to shrink and her cunt tightened even more over his erection, he grunted, firmly holding her hips, watching as a muzzle began to distort the girl’s lovely face.

Chloe was losing her plumpness, her body thinning, her frame gradually reducing in size. Her bountiful breasts also began to reduce in size to match the rest of her teats.

Her hair started to fall, fur grew on her cheeks, paws from her deforming hands and feet.

“MAKEH MEEEEEH CUUUUUUM!” came from her elongating neck.

Bobby pleased his queen, he came inside her and shortly after that she achieved a wave of orgasms too. Chloe bent her back as only a ferret could, squeaking loudly as she patted her hairy boobs with her paws.

Cum filling her body, ferret hormones crushing her life.

It would have been perfect, a wonderful memory, if it wasn’t for the price she had paid to experience it.

Chloe had set herself up not for a boyfriend, but for a pet cage.

“Bobbyyyy! Bobbyyyy!” she moaned in her stretching voice as she enjoyed the pulsating pleasure. “I love yuuuu...!”

She slid the still throbbing cock out, she stood up on the bed, the guy between her shrinking legs, before the changes she had already been considerably smaller than him and now she was half of that and rapidly getting even shorter.

Her socks reaching her furry knees, her hair was falling, tears moistening her muzzle as she touched it with her paws.

Bobby looked up and didn’t see a woman that was turning into a ferret, but a ferret who was only barely a woman, her face, the tail,  the darkening eyes, the white and black fur having taken almost all of her skin.

“Oh... Oh, Chloe...” he mumbled.

“Iiiiik knowh...”

Chloe tried to remain standing, but her spine didn’t allow her that grace, she fell forward, her front paws landing on Bobby’s chest, he took it easily, she didn’t weigh much and very soon even less.

Her breasts shrank into the hairy sea of her chest, now just another pair of teats in the rows down her long thin body.

It was obvious that this struggle was the woman’s last fully human act. Bobby put his hands on her small furry back, feeling the shivering live fur as the girl’s body became smaller than his own palms. Her small face cracking and deforming in front of him, far beyond almost any resemblance of it’s previous self.

“Bobbyyyyyyyyhhh!” her voice was high and stretched. “Pleash... Pleaaaaaash... Am askiiiing a lot... but keeeiiiiip meeee... Pleash...! I will beee guuud pet... ferret..., I swearg...”

The guy didn’t even need to consider it before he nodded in agreement.

“You don’t have to ask...”

“Am sorryyyyy, Iiiih shwear I wanted too remaiiiish...!”

Bobby stopped her with a finger on her muzzle.

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.”

Chloe squeaked in answer, she closed her eyes and bent her back as the last wave made her a full ferret.

The ferret panted on the guy’s chest, moments ago a young woman, now barely little more than the ferret she had turned herself into. Earrings through her round ears, socks covering her back legs, pierced by her claws, the remains of fuzzy eyebrows highlighter in the white fur of her face, the shivering of pleasure in her tiny cunt.

Shift Inc. products were clearly never made for people like her, but that was now beyond a solution because now it was harder to say she was ever people.

She sobbed, she sniffed, she curled herself on the man’s chest.

Bobby patted her and she let herself fall asleep.

It was warm, his heartbeat made her feel she was safe.

The ferret was pretty sure, she hadn’t really wanted this outcome... but at least the weight of the world wasn’t crushing her shoulders for the first time in a long time...