"Really?" The strange man smiles.
"Look, I've got to go, mister..." You get up closing your book. When you look back at the man, he's gone. "That's weird..." You walk down the street to your house. You walk to the refrigerator. Stuck up with a magnet is a note from your mom. "Dad and I out for the weekend. There is plenty of food in the fridge. No more than three pizzas. See you when we get back." You read aloud loving the sound of freedom. Your parents had left early this morning. You turn to see a Japanese style teacup with a teabag in it. Next to it is written: Drink Me. You smile, knowing your mom's obsessed with Lewis Carrol. You take out the teabag and fill the cup with water, before putting it in the microwave. You hum a little while the water heats up. You drop the teabag into the water when it's ready and open your book to the part about Tanuki again. One of the illustration shows how well endowed Tanuki are, the massive testicles hanging down almost scraping the ground. You take a sip of the tea as you read. Your pants start to feel tight, but you dismiss that for you getting aroused by the picture. Your body starts itching and your arm is getting hairier than usual. Your spine extends suddenly, ripping the back of your already bulging pants as a striped tail forms. You watch in confusion as your hands become gray furred paws. Your shoes pop off when your feet warp their shape. your face pushes out in a muzzle as your ears migrate up-wards, becoming pointier. Your pants finally rip open and massive gray furred balls spill out to your warping ankles in the seated position you're in. Your cock flops on top of your balls, thick heavy and pink. You gasp at your size, becoming aroused. Your cock starts to arch up, steadily rising higher than your eye level as you rub your maleness harder. Your transformation ends and you look at yourself. You are an anthro raccoon-dog hybrid with an enormous cock and gigantic balls. You are a Tanuki.
"Like it?" A familiar voice calls from behind you. You turn to see a white anthro hare with a black dyed diamond on his chest from sternum to navel nipple to nipple. His own package was rather sizable, black cocktip peaking out of the sheath. His ears flop around to his sensual hips, black patterns dyed on them resembling flames or energy.
You narrow your eyes, "Who are you?"
"I'm a God." The Hare takes a step forward and touches your throbbing length. "My true name takes light years to spell in the most minute handwriting, but you can call me the March Hare."
You look down at the teacup, "You mean?"
"Yup. Now." March Hare smiled mischievously, "Whatcha wanna do?"