Jared rick and Martin entered their cabin and were...unimpressed. The beds were lumpy...clearly well past their expatriation and there was little room to do anything but...sleep.
"so much for partying all weekend in a cabin" Rick moaned, pessimistic as usual.
"Cheer up man" Jared replied " At least we have vodka!" Jared pulled a handle out of his backpack, presenting it to his friends.
Ricks ears perked up at that.
"well...you always know how to make things bearable" Rick replied as he watched Jared pour three shot glasses.
Each of the men grabbed a glass.
"To a shitty weekend at camp" Rick said, raising his shot in toast " And may the girls never get to choose our weekend plans again!"
With that, the three tossed back the liquor.
From there, the night descended into an energized, alcohol fueled blur.
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Jared slowly woke, his heady groggy from the night before. As he shifted around in the covers, he couldn't help but note that the bed felt...bigger ....than the night before, bigger and certainly more comfortable. Something was off though. A musky scent hit his nose paired with a sticky dampness near his crotch.
"The fuck" He thought, reaching down and feeling the damp crotch of his pajamas. "Did-Did I have a wet dream?"
Sitting him, he opened his eyes and immediately noticed something off. He was in a bunk bed. The nigh before the cabin had only 3 beds....turning, he saw the room had seemingly grown and was now filled with several bunk beds, each in use.
Pulling back the covers, he slipped down from the top bunk, landing on the floor with a soft thump. Turning, he faced the occupant of the bed below. The face of an oddly human sized raccoon stared back at.
"The fuck!" He thought, slowly backing from the animal in the bed. As he stepped back, something caught underneath his foot causing a sharp pain in his lower back and pulling him back down to the ground. Sitting up, he caught his first glance of his body. A forest of fur stared back at him.
Wearing nothing but boxers, he took in the orange fur and brown stipes that crossed his now furred chest and legs. His feet were now paws and evidently his stance now had shifted to digitgrade. Snaking out of a hole in the back oh his boxers, he saw the source of his stumble, a long orange tail streched out from him, gently lashing across the floor.
Not only was he now a new species, but he'd shrunk. Before the change he'd been a healthy six foot four, height that he matched with a well developed musculature. Now, he'd lost roughly a foot and a half and sported the lithe figure of a teen - or perhaps even a pre-teen. Oddly, his mind seemed to tell him he was now 13.
"What the fuck is going on?" He thought as his tail lashed in agitation.
"Ugh, what's that smell" Came another voice "Did someone....jack off in here?"
A burning flush crossed Jared's face. He was younger. A tiger. And to top it all, he was sitting on the floor in cum stained boxers in full view of everyone in the room.