A shorter affection-triggered transformation story that I got the idea for. A bit shorter than my last since it doesn't cover any post-TF but I think it works out.

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A piercing sound, halfway between a beep and a buzz, erupts in your bedroom as the alarm clock on your nightstand goes off. You roll over, slam the snooze button, groggily open your eyes and stare at your alarm clock. The numbers don’t seem to make any sense at first, but as you slowly wake up the numbers form together into something legible.

“Shit…4 already…ugh.”, you say, voice croaking from exhaustion. You slowly roll back over onto your back and stare at your bedroom ceiling, trying to get yourself to wake up. A feeling like someone smacked you on the head jolts you up and you realize you fell asleep again. Looking at the clock, you realize it is now 4:45 and you’ll be late if you don’t leave quickly. Your morning routine is rushed, and the adrenaline of not wanting to be late fuels you much more than coffee can. Your uniform looks unkempt as you hastily put it on and rush out the door.

Your commute is much of the same, a long drive with slow traffic, but you feel more stressed than usual due to the potential of being late, as your pay could get docked. You get to the warehouse and rush inside, fumbling with your punch card, and clocking in quickly. When you get to the bulletin board showing truck assignments, your eyes go wide as you see how many packages you are scheduled to deliver today.

“Shit…180? How in the hell am I gonna run 180 packages today? Today’s gonna suck…I suppose I should go ahead and get started…”. You quickly get your truck keys and run over to the bay where your truck is just finishing being loaded. One of the warehouse crewmembers notices you and calls out to you.

“Hey, Rob! 180 today, huh? That’s rough…I can’t believe they make you do that many.”, he says, his voice and face showing genuine concern. Andrew is one of the friends you’ve made on the warehouse crew as he usually ends up loading your truck. The two of you hang out a lot outside of work and often have drinks together or play video games together. After spending more time with each other, you found out that both of you were furries after Andrew saw you looking at furry art on Twitter and he asked about it. This brought the two of you closer and helped some of your anxiety to not have to constantly hide your interests. Andrew has helped you cope with stress and pulled you out of a panic attack more times than you can count.

“Yeah, Andrew, it’s bullshit. But I really need the money so I can’t say anything.”, you say, aggravated. You hop in your truck and begin driving off and begin stressing about the upcoming deliveries. With each stop, the stress builds more and more, eventually getting to the point where you stop caring and practically toss the packages out from the back of your truck just to make your quota.

As you finish the last stop, you realize you don’t have much time to make it back to the warehouse before you’re late, which means docked pay. Panicking, you speed back to the warehouse, other cars honking at you as you recklessly barrel down the main roads.

Your truck screeches to a halt and ends up parked sloppily in the loading bay as you jump out of your truck and run back inside. You hastily put your keys back in the key locker and slam it shut, which draws the attention of the shift supervisor. He comes out of his office and approaches you, looking furious.


“What the hell is all this noise about? Rob, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”, you say, in a flat, annoyed tone, “I’m fine, I was just finishing my shift.”

“Whatever, you didn’t break anything did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” You clock out and head back to your car and sit for a while to calm yourself down before heading home. While driving home you can’t think about anything else other than the problems you had today, and you begin to lose focus on the road. Your mind drifts off, clouded by the stress and frustration from today, but you are soon snapped out of it by a car horn that sounds very close. You look around and, in the span of a couple of seconds, notice you are inches away from sideswiping another car as you’ve drifted out of your lane. Panicked, your reflexes take over and you veer away from the other car and then back into your own lane, and you continue driving home, shaken from the near wreck.

As you pull into your driveway, you stop the car quickly and put it in park, then lean back in the seat and sigh deeply, trying to shake off some stress. Once you feel more like you can actually focus on your surroundings, you get out of the car and once inside you collapse on your living room couch and close your eyes.
After resting for a few minutes, you grab your phone and call up Andrew.

“Hey, it’s Rob…you mind if I come over? I had a really shit day and I just need to vent or something.”

“Huh, oh yeah sure. You okay, man?”

“Mostly, but I can talk about it more when I get there.”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll be here.”

You hang up the phone, get off the couch, and start heading to Andrew’s place. He lives only a few miles away, so it’s a short drive. By this time, you are feeling more relaxed and you are able to focus more on driving, avoiding any incidents on the way. Pulling into his driveway and seeing his house reminds you of the times you have visited him when feeling this way, and it puts you at ease, at least for the moment. You approach his front door with a more relaxed movement, and softly knock on his door.

“Hey, Rob, come in, good to see you.” Andrew backs away from the door, allowing you to enter. You walk in and sit down on his couch and bury your head in your hands. Andrew closes his front door, sits down next to you, and puts one of his hands on your back. “So, what’s wrong, man?”

“Well, having to cram 180 packages in one day was bad enough, but like half my stops had some kind of issue. Unleashed dogs, assholes who are literally waiting outside just to bitch at me for their package being late…hell, some guy followed me back to my truck and threatened me with a knife if I was late again. I just can’t stand it anymore…I really need the money but…”, retelling this story brings up the stress from today, and soon your emotions overwhelm you. Your head falls into Andrew’s lap and you close your eyes and begin crying, the stress is too much to handle.



“It’s okay man…you had a bad day…it happens…you’ll be okay…” Andrew moves his hand up to your head and begins rubbing it, almost petting it. You immediately begin to feel relaxed again, and you slowly stop crying. Andrew then begins scratching your scalp, and the more he does this, the more relaxed you become; you soon fall into almost a trance as you are completely relaxed. As Andrew continues, your hair changes color, changing into an orange-red color, and begins to grow in thicker. Andrew looks down and notices this, he stops for a second, then realizes that your hair is changing into fur.

You do not notice him stop, and Andrew stares at your new patch of fur on the top of your head where your hair used to be. He contemplates what to do…he’s about to wake you up but then he sees how happy you look right now, how relaxed and content you are. Andrew knows how much you like foxes and that if what Andrew thinks is happening is actually happening, he feels that this would really help to deal with the stress you’ve been having at work lately.

He continues petting you, and the fur begins to spread around your head. Andrew watches in fascination as the changes progress but does not stop. Once the fur reaches your ears, your ears begin to move upwards to the top of your head and become pointed, growing black fur on the back. As your ears settle into their new position, Andrew begins scratching behind your new vulpine ears.

You subconsciously lean into Andrew’s hand as the fur continues to spread down, beginning to cover your face now. Your eyes turn a deep amber, and your nose turns black, flatter, and rounder. Your nose and mouth stretch forward into the pointed muzzle of a fox, your teeth sharpen, and you sprout several black whiskers on either side of your nose, a few above your eyes, and on your cheeks.

White fur begins growing on the underside of your muzzle, and spreads down the front of your neck to your chest, as the reddish-orange fur spreads around the back of your head and starts going down your neck. Your shoulders flatten and shift, your arms get thinner and shorter as orange fur spreads down your arms.
Your elbows shift as your arms become forelegs, and just above your wrists, the orange fur turns to black and as it reaches your hands, your fingers get shorter and your thumbs move up, becoming dewclaws.

Your nails turn black and get sharper, and dark paw pads grow in on your palm and digits. The fur continues spreading down your body, your hips shift and reposition, your legs become shorter, feet stretch out and your legs become digitigrade. Your toes shrink, toenails sharpening and becoming claws, your big toes move up your paws and you grow paw pads on your new hind paws. Andrew moves your pants down some as a fluffy, orange and white tail sprouts from your tailbone and grows. You shrink some more, and the changes stop, leaving you as a red fox.

Andrew notices the changes have stopped and stops petting you. He carefully removes your clothes, trying not to wake you, and tosses them aside. After a few moments, you slowly open your eyes and blink a few times. You look around, and immediately notice something is wrong. Your eyes cross slightly as you stare at the muzzle that is now protruding from your face, and your eyes go wide, and you slowly begin to panic.

You quickly look over yourself and see your forelegs now covered in fur, though you notice something doesn’t look right about it. You look back and see your new tail, twitching left and right to show your panic. Looking back at Andrew, you notice something is definitely wrong as the colors on his shirt don’t look right. Squinting, you try to make sense of it, and remember that his shirt had a red design on it, but now it…looks more like a dull, brownish green. After concentrating on this for a couple of minutes you realize that you are now red-green colorblind. Your panic grows as you think about the other challenges you would face as a fox now.

Andrew sees that you’re getting upset and starts petting you again. You flinch when he starts but then relax as he starts petting you. He speaks calmly, having had to calm you from panicking many times before. “Shhhh…it’s okay…I know this is a lot but…”, Andrew stops, and pets you a few more times and sighs deeply. “Earlier, when I was petting you…you started transforming. I stopped, but you looked so happy and I know you love foxes, so I just kept going. I’ll be honest, though, I didn’t expect you to become feral.”

“Wha…I…” You stop to think about this. You do love foxes, which is why your fursona is a fox after all, but…this might be too much, and you begin to stress again. Thinking about your job…you can’t work like this, and you certainly can’t pay your bills. You begin to speak, with some difficulty at first due to your muzzle, “What am I going to do? I can’t pay my bills if I can’t work…”

Andrew stops and thinks for a moment, then his face lights up like he has an idea. “I could take care of you. You certainly deserve a break, anyways, and what better way to spend time off than as a fox? I’m sure we can find a way to turn you back when you’re ready.”

Andrew’s words ring true in your mind. You really could use a break, especially after what happened today. And if Andrew takes care of you until you turn back, then you don’t really have to worry about anything. “You sure you can take care of me?”

“Yeah, not a problem. I was looking at getting a pet dog anyways, so this works out!”

“Well…in that case…I guess I could stay like this for a bit.” You relax again, knowing that Andrew will care for you as long as you need it, and you lay your head down and close your eyes to rest, trying to forget about work. Andrew slowly pets you as you drift off to sleep in his lap.