The three fluffy friends gave each other one last hug before they broke off and fanned out, looking for more people to join them in squishiness. One by one, Marcy, Frankie, and Sasha converted more of their neighbors into colorful fat animal people. Occasionally they ran into some resistance from people they perceived as “not knowing any better.”
“ACK! Are you shooting at me!” Marcy exclaimed at one point, clutching her right shoulder. She wasn’t seriously hurt as she was apparently bulletproof now, but it still stung like heck. Indeed she was shot at by one of the more paranoid neighbors Boris.
“I’m warning you, devil,” he said, holding his pistol up in trembling hands, “get off my property! I seen what you were doing to the others! Turning them into those fat monsters!”
“M-monsters?!” Marcy balked, “Okay, you definitely need a hug, Boris. You’re acting really delirious!”
“I said STAY BACK, DEVIL!” Boris shouted, shooting Marcy in the forehead this time. The bullet bounced harmlessly off as the fat orange rabbit yelped in pain.
“I’m not a devil!” Marcy cried, clutching her head, “I read my Bible! I just wanted to give you a hug! But if you’re gonna be a fucking jerk about it then you don’t deserve one!” She spun on her heel and left with a huff.
Frankie was having considerably better luck as she started welcoming children into her fluffy teddy bear arms. They quickly exploded into plushy creatures and were super excited to be soft and colorful. It was here that Frankie learned one of the rules of this transformation. Any human boy they hugged became a girl, but any human girl they hugged became a hermaphrodite. As if that weren’t strange enough, they quickly aged up until they were 18 and ready for consensual love making. She figured she should ask Marcy about this later.
Sasha the skunk girl was taking her time with her transformation work when she started hearing police sirens. She suddenly tensed up while she was in the middle of hugging her friend turned bright red futanari cat Laura. A single cruiser pulled up to them and rolled down their windows. The driver stuck his head out to look at the fluffy anthropomorphic women.
“Furry convention’s in the next town over, citizens,” the officer said, “Got a call about some kind of disturbance in the area. What can you tell me about that?”
“D-disturbance?” Sasha stuttered, “W-what disturbance? I don’t see any disturbance around here! W-what about you, Laura?”
“Not that I know of,” the red cat woman scratched her head, “I don’t think there’s a disturbance going on. I just got turned into a fluffy cat woman with a penis. Out of the ordinary sure, but not disturbing really.”
“We got a call from some fellow calling himself Boris,” the officer explained, “Said that uh, quote, ‘satanic activity’ was going on around this street.”
“Oh for the love of,” Sasha groaned, “That sunnova bitch! This ain’t evil, officer! I swear!”
“We can prove it too if you let us hug you,” Laura offered.