“I think I’ll fully transform Sam into, a-“
“An big boy anthro sexy, big, strong, masculine bear!” Daisy interrupted. “I’d love to see you in a form like Brad’s for it?-”
“For it?” Brad and Sam said in unison.
“What’s ‘it’?” Sam continued.
“The football game, sexy!” Daisy said. “If you transform for the game, and Brad-”
“…I transform too,” Brad continued Daisy’s thought.
“Then both of your strength combined will be enough to beat the opposing team so hard! Then, I’ll finally have the hottest and sexiest boy in the school, who I’ve had a crush on since 8th grade, ever since you went through puberty, as my boyfriend.”
“You think I’m sexy?” Sam said, popping a small mint into his mouth, to maintain his already perfect breath.
“Every girl in the school does!” Daisy said. “But especially me! With your deep… masculine voice, giant buldge…”
Sam’s face took on something between a smirk and a smile, while his face also blushed bright red.
“Your muscles… and handsome looks… and…” Daisy continued.
“I love you too!” Sam said, running towards Daisy, grasping her up in his strong (and also hairy arms). “I’ve been planning a whole dramatic date and stuff, but I’ll skip the theatrics, will you go to prom with me?”
“Yes of course!” Daisy replied, leaning closer to Sam’s face, almost going in to kiss him.
Sam started, “I love you so much, I can’t ev-”
“Oh!” Daisy said startled. She pushed away from Sam.
“What is it Day?” Sam said.
“Oh, it’s just that, um… your breath stinks…”
“Oh! Oh my g- I’m so sorry I-” Sam’s face turned reeder than his striped flannel. He had never, ever, had that happen before. He was so self conscious and, careful, and well-mannered and never stank, in fact “I just took a mint, I don’t kn-”
“What kind was it? Maybe it was a bad one…”
“No it was the purple kind, your favorite. You said the other day several times how good me and my breath smelled, and I never-” Sam stopped, his eyes widened. “Ooooooh! Of course, how could I have been so blind? The transformation! It must be starting! Wild and big, strong predetors have stinky breath! That must be it!”
“Uuuuuh Sam…” A fox girl said. “Nobody has said an animal yet… the transformation can’t have started y-”
“Guys… I don’t feel so good, what’s happening to me?” Brad said, beginning to dizzly wobble around. It was kind if humorous, watching a giant, muscly, furry bear look so helpless and disoriented.
But still, something was wrong, it almost looked like the Bear- sorry, Brad’s fur was… shortening? Or no, was Brad getting shorter?
“Daisy interrupting must have offset the transformation and switched it over to Brad. Actually she did say boy, which could have confused the game with another boy or both boys! She also said Brad’s name at one point” another fox said. “Remember ‘I’d love to see you in a form like Brad’s for’ see she could have accidentally switched it.”
“But, what is he transforming into?” Daisy said as Brads fur continued to digress and his height decreased from it’s giant bear 8 foot status, slowly back to 6’2”. “I said Bear,” she continued, “and Brad was already a bear, so… what is happening?”
Brad slowly shrunk back into his old jocky form, he regained his handsome green eyes and perfect nose, as the remains of his fur, shrivled back into body hair, particularly around his pubes and armpit hair, which were now very visible because he was naked. Brad rushed over to the pile of his clothes that lie on the floor as the last of his fur disappeared and shrunk back towards his armpits and penis, all his thick body fur moving towards those areas and turning into thick pubes and armpit hair, like they were before his transformation. He slipped on his fitted t-shirt that showed of his muscles perfectly, and his gym shorts. The loss of fur revealed he was bright red, and beginning to sweat very hardly.
“What is happening?!?!?” Brad grunted as his dizzy wobbling around the room, slowly stopped, and he began to violently shake back and forth, like someone was holding onto him, and shaking him.
“Bro, I think you’re-” all of a sudden, Sam gagged, he had been a well-mannered, polite, ladies gentlemen his entire life. A feeling crept up his throat that he had never felt before. It was as if it happened in slow motion. His mouth flew open involuntarily and then,
‘BUUUUUUUUUUUURP’
Sam had never burped before, not even a small one that went unheard, not even when he drank soda, but he most certainly had never ever even heard an absolute belch like that before. What was with Sam today? One second he was a mannered smelling good gentleman, and the next he was a halitosis belching frat boy who at least for the moment, still had his body odor under control, and smelled good there.
Then, I guess today was a day of firsts, because Sam then heard an adjective he had never been described with before,
“Ew, Sam, you’re gross today…”
The word resonated with him.
- gross -
- Gross -
- GROSS -
The well mannered gentleman had become GROSS!
“That was a good one Sam, especially coming from you” Brad said. “I never thought I’d say this, but you’re a good belcher. That was a good one. I would almost say-” his stomach rumbled and a loud ‘gurgle’ filled the room. His face took on a pale look, and somehow looked very red at the same time. “Oooh…”he said moaningly. “I don’t feel so good… ‘BuUUUUUUuUuuUurrp’”
Brad dizzly wobbled forward, randomly almost falling, as if he were extremely drunk, sometimes violently shaking or shivering as he tried to find his balance. He wobbled back and forth, towards everyone. “Please somebody help m-bUUuurrrp” he tried to say as he stumbled towards Daisy.
“Ew Brad, you stink…” Daisy said.
“Yeah, what’s with the boys today?” Another girl said.
“Hey!” Sam blurted. “I don’t stinN’Kk!-” Sam tried to say, but his voice cracked and shifted an octave higher than it should have on the last syllable.
Sam’s eyes widened, and his face flashed redder than it already was, as his hand flew up toward his mouth, covering it as if he was afraid to speak. His normally deep, strong, masculine bass voice that intimidated many boys off, and attracted many girls, had done something it had not done in a long time, embarrassed him. He was very proud (and sometimes a bit arrogant) of his natural intimidating handsome pipes, and his voice hadn’t cracked since…
“My voice hasn’t cracked since the seventh graA’AaAAd’e” he blurted out quickly, trying to save himself from another crack, but his attractive voice failing him again. “What is happenIIi’iIi’ng” he said, his voice quavering as if he was on the verge of tears.
He lifted his other arm, trying to add to the cupping around his mouth. Sam was wearing a red flannel on top of a white tank top, which the flannel, after he lifted his arms, reveled that it was drenched and covered with sweat under the armpit, and beggining to develop a sweat stain, something Sam had never dealt with before, and as a fashionable man himself, an embarrassment. But he was too sidetracked by his voice he didn’t notice. Not even when after lifting his arm quickly, the flannel slid back, revealing his thick armpit hair was wet, and had strands sticking together, and also strangely reeked of wet dog.
“Sam, what’s was that about not having a stench…” a fox girl near to Sam, said tauntingly, pinching her nose. A couple of the girls snickered.
“No!” Sam exclaimed. “That can’t be right, I-” He said, lifting his arm away from his mouth, and towards the ceiling, and turning his head towards his bare sweaty armpit (left open from his tank top) He jerked his head way and gagged. “What?…” Sam said woozily, as he began to become dizzy. “I showered just before I came here, I…”
Brad dizzily stumbled over to Sam before stopping and beginning to violently shake again.
“Ew!” Sam said. “Brad, you stink bro…”
“Hate to break it to you SaA’am-” Brad exclaimed, but his voice had begun to crack too. “But you stink way worse they I do, right now, what you’re smelling is yourself”
“What? Nah… c’mon…” Sam said nervously, “I mean… I don’t stink worse than you…”
“First of all, you both stink!” A girl exclaimed, “But yeah, Sam your stench is worse”
“What? No… I showered before I came here, I put on my best cologne, I wore extra deodorant! bro I- ngh- m-buuUUuUrp” Sam belched. “No I- What is happeniIiIIiing” He said, his voice cracking on the end.
Sam’s brownish blonde, usually fluffy and messy short surfer-like hair that usually drove girls mad was matted down with sweat that continued to pour down his face at an increase, making him stink even worse that he already did.
Then Brad said, “Hey, what’s happening to my penis?” as you could tell that through his stretchy gym shorts, the area around his crotch poked straight forward, stretching his shorts. But, that wasn’t all, if this were any old erection, Brad would’ve been fine with it, but something else was going on down there.
Brad stretched his shorts forward a bit, so that he could check down there but nobody else could see. His eyes widened as he let out a girly shriek that his manly voice would normally never make.
“It’s only 8 inches now!” He screamed, his normal bass voice sounding more like a smooth baritone. Brad was very proud of his penis length, usually 9 inches, pretty large, but now his manhood had begun to shrink.
“Bro what do you meE’EAan? Like your penis shrunk?” Sam said, his voice cracking, but this time his voice also sounded more like a baritone.
“Ah! It’s down to 7 inches now!” Brad said, a couple of girls snickering.
“Brad! Maybe you can- oah” Sam was interrupted when his penis shot straight up, causing him to let out something between a cry for help and a moan, making a certain area of his jeans stick out.
“Ah! mine is shrinki’IiIng too!” Sam exclaimed, as he looked down through his jeans, and clutched his private. His normal 10 inch was slowly shrinking, currently at an 8 inch, but his growing erection made it difficult to tell.
“What is happening!?!?!?” Brad screamed, his voice sounding like a tenor this time.
“Don’t bears have bigger penises?” Sam exclaimed, then clutched his throat, hearing his new tenor voice. He ran over to a mirror to see that his addams apple had slightly shrunk. Sam’s stomach gurgled as he let out a fart.
Brad let out a belch, involuntarily, then tried to run over to Sam for help, but stopped suddenly to look up at Sam. Wait a minute… look UP? at Sam?! Sam was usually 6’1”, and Brad was 6’2” and a half, so Brad was always just a bit taller than his best friend, and his eye level was just above Sam’s, but now it seemed that Brad’s eye level was just below Sam’s!
“Hey! Bro! Looks like you’re growing!” Brad said excitedly.
“Then why is my Penis shrinking?” Sam questioned with his now 6 inch penis. “Don’t bears have bigger penis-ES?” Sam tried to say, but his voice, no… it was more than a crack, it went 2 octaves higher, it almost squeaked at the end.
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that… WAIT! HOW SMALL IS MINE NOW?!?!” Brad screamed, looking down his shorts again, “ONLY 4 INCHES?!?!!” Brad angrily walked toward Daisy. “What did you do to me?” He said angrily, his voice was only a tenors, but it was still intimidating (and handsome). “You interrupted the transformation, what did you do?! My manhood is only-” he said reaching down to grab his penis, but he was stopped by a but of fabric. His shirt was baggy and drooping down, covering the top of his shorts, and hanging down an inch or 2 over them. “Huh?” Brad said in a confused tone for a change. “I thought I grabbed the right shirt, this one looks similar to mine, but mine was tailored to me to show off my gorgeous physique” he said flexing. “But, this ones baggy. Where’s my shirt?” His voice changed back to intimidating. “Give it ba’Aack!”
Brad’s eyes took on a tone of embarrassment as his voice cracked, again.
“Not so intimidating without your precious handsome voice, are we now?” A foxette said with a chuckle.
“Hey leave my friIEeE’end Alo-ii-ne” Sam tried to say, but was interrupted by several of his own voice cracks and squeaks.
“I’m still bigger and stronger than you…” Brad said, turning over to the fox, and flexing, trying to look down in her and intimidate her.
But, almost as if Brad were a baloon expelling air, he let out a belch in the foxette’s face involuntarily, but as he did, his muscles deflated, loosing a bit of their mass, and he shrunk about 2 inches.
“WoaA’Aah” Brad said woozily with a squeak. “My shirt, got… baggier? Hey! What did you doO’o?” He said pulling up his sagging shorts, and tightening them with the draw string. “My muscles are sore,” he said looking at his arm. “Huh? It looks smaller?” Brad ran over to the doorway, and struggled to do a pull-up. His muscles were still bigger than the average teenage boy, but smaller than the footballer physique he had minutes ago.
Brad dropped down on the floor and began to do push-ups, he began to strain and wobble at 22 of them. He used to be able to do 50 effortlessly, but something was wrong.
Brad involuntarily belched again, this time, loosing another inch in height. This time, his gym shorts became too big, and fell off, revealing that in the hurry of putting his clothes back on, he hadn’t put on any underwear. But the shorts stopped falling at his knees and stuck to his sweaty skin. It seemed with every burp, the boy shrunk and lost a little bit of height.
“No!?!?” Brad screamed embarrassingly. This time, even Sam laughed at him, his exposed penis was now only 3 and 1/2 inches, with some matching, pre-pubescent testicles. They were size of a boy who just started puberty, but looked hilarious on his 6 foot 3– or, however tall he was now— frame. Speaking of height Brad looked around and dizzily said, “wait, you guys look bigger,” with a burp at the end.
Brad ran over to Dam, and was now only at his nose now! If Brad was still his old height, Sam would be 6 foot 8 now! Brad rushed over to the kitchen drawer, and pulled out a tape measure, he let it reel out, holding it at where his head stopped, it read: 70 inches, 5’10”
Brad dropped the tape measure and shrieked, or more of a squeak, seeing his new height, he had lost 4 inches in height! Sam wasn’t getting taller, Brad was shrinking!
“PleE’eaAse help me! Somebody!” Brad said, his voice cracking. “ngh- no! Not agai-bbuUUuUuUurp” he failed to suppress a burp, shrinking him down 2 inches, making him a laughable 5’8”. His football jockey physique of around 200 pounds of pure muscle, couldn’t be more than 130 now.
Sam burst out laughing, and muttered something like, “HA! LOOK at him!” Before gagging, letting out a stomach gurgle and then, “mm-bbBuuUuUuuUuUUUrp” he belched as he too lost some height, dropping him down an inch to a solid 6 feet. It seemed that Sam’s burps shrunk himself too. He dizzily stumbled over to Brad, all the girls forming a circle around them, as if getting ready to watch the show.
Sam stumbled over to Brad angrily, “Did YOU do thiI’Is?!?” Trying to intimidate him, as he was now the taller friend, “You’ll p- nghm” he moaned, before burping and farting at the same time, “BuUUuUUuUuUuuuUUrp!”
It was a long burp, so it dropped his height a lot, and was now only 5’9”. Sam tightened his belt a notch, securing his now baggy jeans.
The boys were still taller than all the girls, but only by a little.
“I may be shorter, but I’m still stroO’onnger” Brad said, his voice sounding like a boy alto, like it did in 6th grade, just before his voice changed at puberty. Brad wobbled over to the doorframe again, and pulled himself up on it, barely being able to do a pull up. His exposed penis was brought to eye level because of his exercise, which brought to the attention that his pubes were spreading and thickening, the slowly stretched upwards, downwards and out, as new pubes began to emerge out of the skin, growing up at the bellybutton. They also started to grown on the inner side of his upper legs.
“Bro- your puU’Ubes- gah! My voice!- you need to shave!” Sam said sounding like an alto now, too.
Brad dropped down to the ground, still trying to prove his strength and began straining to do push-ups, as he belched down at the floor. “One! T-mbbBuUUrp! Two! Buurp! Thre- Three!” He strained, “Four! BuuUUurp!” He collapsed onto the floor, then stood up, grabbing the tape measure to first measure his penis, only 3 inches now.
Brad then measured his height, he closed his eyes, scared to see the damage those three burps had done…
Brad was… he opened his eyes, and saw 5’4” and a half.
“ONLY 5 FOUR” Brad screamed. “NO! GIVE ME BACK MY HOT BODYY!” Brad complained. He couldn’t be mistaken for more than a pouting 14 year old now. “I- bUuUuuUurp” he belched, shrinking him down to 5’2”. He couldn’t weigh more than 100 pound now. His pubes had continue to spread out in all directions, almost in a widening circle way, and the edges if the circle of pubes had almost reached his hips, and it grew up past his belly button. All of this hair growth was suddenly made difficult to view as his t-shirt, now 3 sizes too large, dropped down to his knees. But the neck hole of his shirt was beginning to grow too big.
“NOOO!” Brad squeaked out as he tried to reach the doorframe to do a pull-up, but he had shrunk too short to reach it. “Gah!” He screamed as he tried to jump up to it, but because of the muscle loss, he had no vertical jump.
Sam burst out into laughter as he stumbled forward towards Brad, Making fun of him, that his football physique was now that of a 12 year old’s. Sam was now 7 inches taller than Brad, but that was time for a change.
“You’re 5’2” now! Five Two!!! Hahahaha! I’m taller than-” Sam was cut off, as he gagged and doubled over, before, “buUUuuUUuuUUuuurp!” He slowly shrunk down with each second of burp, dropping shorter than the tallest fox girl (5’8”) as Sam shrunk from 5’9” to 5’6”.
“c’mon Daisy, you gotta help me’eEe” his voice squeaking at the end. Sam’s shoes became to big, as they slipped off, and he tripped over them, revealing some floppy, much too big socks, then he fell into Daisy’s arms. Daisy was 5’5”, so Sam was still taller than her at 5’6”.
Sam stood up, “PleE’Eaase help me Daisy… I don’t wanna be shoO’Ort! I like being tall! I-” Sam, stopped. “Oh, no. No. No! No!! NO! NO!! N- buUuUaUurp” he belched, right in Daisy’s face.
“Well…” Brad said, “That’s one way to loose a girl. Haha!”
As Sam continued to burp and fart in unison, he stumbled backward, shrinking like a deflating balloon. Daisy covered her nose, and rightfully so, the boys stunk. Sam’s sweaty, floppy, almost sloppy socks became to large and flung off of Sam’s feet into the air, and right onto Daisy, in all of their athlete-smelling foot glory.
As all that was happening, Sam continued to belch. 5’6”… 5’5”… 5’4”… he dropped below Daisy’s height, Sam wouldn’t stand being shorter than his girlfriend… 5’2”… his flannel fell off into a sweaty pile behind him, revealing his sweaty armpit hair was spreading just like Brad’s pubes. His armpit hair had started to emerge and grow from areas on the underside of the arm, stretching down to his elbow, and it stretched the other way too, down the side of his chest, almost reaching his waist. And of course, it was all sweaty of course.
Sam didn’t stop belching there though, he kept dropping… 5’2”… his jeans scrunched up, as they were much too big, he tightened his belt 3 notches to keep them from falling… 5’1”… He dropped below Brad’s height, and also the shortest girl, therefore making all the teenage men— though you could hardly call them that anymore, so… pre-teen boys—shorter then the girls. Brad joined in in the burping chorus, shrinking down to 5’0” even himself, making him shorter than Sam again. Finally, the boys stopped belching, leaving Brad at 5’0” and Sam at 5’1”
“Haha! Sam you STANK!!” Brad said tauntingly. “What happened to your ‘perfect manners’ haha!”
“You too bro, guess we both are retched.” Sam added painfully.
Brad’s once fitted-tee was now more of a dress, that was soaked with sweat, but that last shrink was just enough to make the shirt be big enough to slip down through the neck hole as his shoulders slipped through on the sides of it, leaving him completely naked, and all of Brad’s clothes once again in a sweaty, smelly pile on the floor. Meanwhile, Sam’s tank top had sagged down, going to his mid thigh, but as Sam dizzily stumbled forward, his tank top’s flimsy straps, slipped of his sweaty shoulders, dropping the whole top into the sloppy pile of sweaty fabric at his stinky feet.
While Brad’s t-shirt fell, it revealed that his armpit hair was also growing just like Sam’s, but Brad’s body hair had grown further along than Sam’s, Brad’s had stretched over and onto his chest, and his pubes were now visible again (from the lack of baggy knee length t-shirt), and had grown all over his upper legs down to his knees, and up around his 6 pack abs. Wait a minute… speaking of abs… Brad’s abs had completely vanished,
“Dude… You’re abs are go-oOne” Sam’s voice shifted up the octave, turning his voice into a that of a boy soprano’s, but squeakier. And this time, his voice didn’t sink back down to the alto, it stayed high.
“My voice!” Sam said. The room erupted into laughter. “Brad, your loss of muscle… it must have taken away your abs!”
“No!” Brad exclaimed, gasping at the sound of his too extra squeaky boy soprano voice. “I worked so hard for them! Wait…” Brad continued, as he pointed over to shirtless sweaty Sam. “Yours are gone too!”
Sam looked down in horror, only to discover a flabby belly that was covered in blond and brown pubes. “Oooooh…” Sam moaned, before doubling over again and letting out a fart.
Sam clutched his butt, gasping and screamed, “I’m starting to grow a tail!”, then burped again, “my fart must’ve caused me to- buUuUuurp” shrinking him down to a very laughable 4’10”, his jeans becoming too big, his belt as tight as it would go, but not tight enough, because they fell into a sloppy pile at his feet, leaving him with much too big boxer briefs that were only sticking to him because of how sweaty the boy was. Now Sam was the shorter one again, shorter than Brad, as if they were involuntarily competing for who could shrink shorter.
Then, Brad doubled over and farted too, again, clutching his but cheeks and looking back to see that just above his pube-covered butt, was a little furry nub, the beginning of a tail growth.
“What is wrong with us?” Brad said running his hand trough his pubes over his belly. His pubes had stretched out all the way to the bottom of his ribs, and his armpit hair had sprawled out down to the bottom of his chest, which altogether made Brad look like he was wearing a onesie made of pubes and armpit hair.
“What animal are we tuU’urning into?” Sam squeaked as he struggled to keep his underwear up on his small, skinny frame— almost that of a 10 year old (If Sam wasn’t so hairy)—, a shadow of its former handsome jock glory. Poking out from the sides and top of his sweaty underwear, were tufts of pubes as they continued to spread outwards. Sam then said, “Let’s review everything Brad said that could’ve caused this, first he said- oh no!- buUUuuuuuuurp” Sam was interrupted by his own involuntary belch again, this time shrinking him to 4’7”.
“Well, I said, um… oh yeah! I said ‘I choose Sam to fully transform into a…’ then I was interrupted by Daisy and- No! Not again… mbuUuuUuUrp” Brad said, belching as well, shrinking from 5’0” to 4’9”.
“Then I interrupted, but the transformation word still should’ve been with you Brad, now that I think about it… what I said shouldn’t have affected you or Sam at all!” Daisy said.
“So then me and Brad both said… what was it… oh yeah!” Sam exclaimed, his cheeky boy soprano voice sounding adorable, “Me and Brad both said ‘…For it…’ at the same time”
“But what you said, didn’t matter, so only what Brad said matters, so in total, so far Brad said, ‘I choose Sam to fully transform into’…‘For it’… and then what? ‘For it’ isn’t an animal” Diana said.
“Then Daisy began talking about the football game and the whole team transforming into something, then Brad said, ‘I transform too…’ That’s what must’ve caused Brad to transform also!” Sam said.
“So in total, Brad said, ‘I choose Sam to fully transform into a… For it… I transform too’ That still doesn’t have an animal in it though,” Daisy said.
“The game must have misheard Brad. What animal could ‘For it’ be misinterpreted as? It is probably small and furry…” Sam said, before he painfully added, “and probably very stinky”
“A skunk?” Diana said, gesturing to her anthro skunk body.
“No,” Brad said. “‘For it’ couldn’t be misheard as ‘Skunk’…”
“For it, For it, For it, For it,” Sam muttered over and over again as he paced the room, his pubes finally reaching his armpit hair, the two sections of hair joining finally, just like Brads armpit-pube onesie shaped body hair thing.
Meanwhile Brads hair’s (you couldn’t tell the difference between what was a pube or an armpit hair anymore, because they had both spread out so far) had spread down to his knees and up on his elbows, making him look like a mix between a normal human man that had shrunk to 4’9” and a sweaty bigfoot, a mix between visible skin, a decent amount of hair, and a furry blanket.
“For it, for it, for it, for it, forit, forit, forit,” Sam continued to mutter, occasionally sqeaking or voice cracking along the way. “For it, for it, for it, forit, forit, forit, forit, forrit, forrit, forrit, Think Sam!” Sam said, smacking his forehead. “Think, think, think. For it, forrit, forrat, Rat?… no, then what happens with the ‘for’?… forrit, forrit, forret?… forrot?… forrut?… forret?… firret, fe-” His eyes widened in shock as he gasped.
“Oh my gosh! NO!” Sam screamed.
“What is it bro?!?” Brad said, rushing to his side.
“I figured it out…” Sam said, his breath quickening.
“What, what is it??!?!? What is my gorgeous body being turned into!?!?” Brad exclaimed.
“We’re turning into… oh no!-”
Sam shivered as an itchy feeling washed over him. All of Sam’s body hair, armpit-pubes or not, stood straight up, and began to thicken, each strand of body hair growing softer and wider as his pubic onesie continued to spread down his arms and legs and up his neck, each strand of hair slowly turning into a soft, fluffy stand of fur. An itchy feeling like no other overcame Sam and Brad as Brad’s body hair stood straight up up and began changing as well. Sam lifted his arm up and began aggressively scratching his armpit, making his eyes turn on a relaxed expression as his tongue slowly drooped out of his mouth, slightly drooling from pure relief like when you scratch a dog’s ear. With both hands lifted up for scratching his armpit, Sam’s sweaty Boxer briefs fell into a sloppy pile at his little feet, revealing his shrinking penis and leaving him bare naked (except for the fur he was growing) Brad began to do the same scratch and drool thing but with his crotch.
Sam continued to rub and scratch his hairy pit as he failed to suppress a small burp, sending a little bit of drool and slobber out of his mouth, and shrinking him from 4’7” to 4’6”.
At this point, no piece of hair on Sam’s or Brad’s body (except for their head hair) was longer than 2 inches. So each short strand thickened, as new hair popped up all over his body. Slowly making their skin less and less visible.
The hair spreading on Brad slowly came to a halt, as the hair, or softening hair, or fur, whatever it was at this point, covered his toes, and fingers, the same thing happening to Sam, as his perfectly manicured nails turned yellow and dirt caked.
You could still see the boys skin through the body hair/fur, but with each second, it became more difficult too see.
Sam’s face was still fully visible, but Brad’s face had begun to grow a small amount of pubes on his cheeks, flushing them red.
Then, Sam tried to say again, “we’re turning into- ngh- gag!- ferr- fbBBuuuUuUuUrp” shrinking his height from 4’6” to 4’4” as he burped and doubled over, slobbering again.
Sam was now 5 inches shorter than Brad, how the tables have turned… again…
Daisy then said, “Oh, I just understood what the game thought you said… what Sam is trying to say is that… that… Brad you said… ‘I choose Sam to fully transform into a FERRET, I transform too.’”
Sam looked up nauseously and nodded.
Brad then screamed “NOoOOoO!!!! I don’t wanna be a smelly ferret!!!!?!??!?!” His voice full of squeaks and slowly crawling higher with each syllable. “I- gah! Nooo! Not again! I don’t want to shrink anymore- I’m already too short- I- help m- mbuUuUUUUuUUuUuuUu…” Doubling over, and stumbling backwards.
Brad continued belching, “…uUuUuUuUuu…”
He shrunk slowly but surely…
4’9”… 4’8”… Brad’s height, muscle, and surface area decreased, but his amount of hair-fur stayed the same, each strand moving closer to each other, giving the illusion it was thickening, as his skin became less and less visible. At this point, each fragment of Brad’s body (except for his face) had an equal hair/fur to skin ratio, but that was slowly changing… 4’7”… Slobber drooled out of Brad’s mouth… 4’6”… 4’5”… “uUuUrp!”
“NoO’Oo!!” Brad cracked and squeaked out. “Sam! I’m still taA’Aaller than yoOou! m-buUuurp” Brad belch-squeaked, shrinking him to 4’4”, making him Sam’s same height.
“You were saA’Aaying?!?!” Sam squeaked out sarcastically.
“No! I refuUuse to become any smaAAooler-m- gah!- mbuUuuUUuuUrp!” Brad said as the little squeaky pube covered sweaty pre pubescent thing he had become tried it’s very hardest to suppress a burp, but oh… to no avail, Brad shrunk down to 4’3”… 4’2”… therefore making him 2 inches shorter than Sam, turning the tables again, and making Brad was officially 2 feet shorter than when he began his transformation.
Brad’s face now had thick fur on his cheeks that was spreading onto his nose and chin, while Sam had only just begun to grow pubes on his cheeks.
“Hahaha! You loO’Ook like bigfoot!” Sam squeaked. “More like smallfoot! Hahaha-mbuUuuUuUuUurp!” Sam belched out, shrinking him again, 4’4”… 4’3”… 4’2”… 4’1”… Sam was now shorter than Brad again. His appearance being 1/4 skin and 3/4 fur now, except for his face, which now had furry cheeks, a furry nose, and was spreading onto his chin.
Sam looked behind him at his tail, which had grown to 2 and a half inches now. Then, he turned around to see that his precious penis, he was so proud of his manhood, had been reduced to also 2 and 1/2 inches now.
“Noooo!” Sam squeaked, at very high note. Brad burst out laughing at Sam’s tiny penis, only to look down and see that his own was even shorter than Sam’s at only 2 inches! You could barley even see it through his thick fur pubes that were just as long (more like short) as his penis.
“I don’t wanna be a ferret! Please noo!” Brad squeaked out, running his hands through his fur-covered face. The fur had now covered his full face, and joined up with his head hair, turning it into fur.
Then, the last of Sam’s bare skin was swallowed up by fur as his pube-armpit fur joined his hair, and converted it into fur too. Then Sam opened his mouth to reveal some growing yellow teeth, slowly turning crooked, a stark contrast from his normally perfect gleaming white teeth.
“My teef feel to heavy in my mouf” Sam tried to say. “I don’t know that I can take much more burping before I become a full ferret!” He said as he gagged.
“Well… I… this… ugh! Why did I accidentally have to make myself transform?!?! I could’ve just kept my hot body!!!!?!??” Brad complained. “We can’t win the football game as ferrets!!!!!! Oh no- buuuuUuUuUuuUuUUUUuuuUUrp!” Brad let out his highest, loudest, and smelliest belch yet as he shrunk down, again, to become shorter than Sam. 4’2”… 4’1”… 4’0”… 3’11”…“…uuUuUuUUU…”… 3’10”…
“Oh no! Not me too- buUuUuRP!” Sam joined in on the belching.
Sam at 4’1”, Brad at 3’10”… Sam at 4’0”, Brad at 3’9”…
“…UUuuuUuURP!” Brad stopped, but Sam continued letting it out…
Sam shrunk to 3’11”… “…uUuUuuuuU…”… 3’10”… 3’9”… 3’8”… “…uuuuUUUUUUUURP!”
Sam stopped.
“HA!” Brad said. “I’m taller again! I- oh…” Brad moaned, gagged, and woozily doubled over. “I think this might be it Sam… I… woah! Help meeeee!”
Brad’s heavy breathing slowed as he took in one final breath of desperation, then, like a balloon, in one final belch, he let out the last of his height and muscle, making the final step into fully becoming a ferret.
“buUUuuUUuUuUUuUUuUUuuU…”
3’9”
…
3’8”
…
3’7”
…
3’6”
…
3’5”… The shrinking quickened
3’4”…
3’3”… “…uuUuUuUuuuUUu…”
3’2”…
3’1”…
3’0… 2’11”…
2’10”… 2’9”…
2’8”… 2’7”… 2’6”…
2’5”… 2’4” … 2’3”…
2’1”… 1’9”… 1’5”… quicker and quicker he shrunk… “…uUUUuuUuUU…” the pitch of his burp grew higher and higher, and he shrunk faster and faster, then in one awful (or hilarious) flash, a sweaty slop of fur landed on the floor, and their lay, asleep, a sweaty brown ferret, just the color of Brad’s hair, was Brad the ferret.
The whole room burst into laughter, but it was short lived as Sam squeaked out one last moan, “oh no! Not meee… Daisy, heeeelp m- ngh- gah! I love youuuu-mbUuuUuUUUuuUu…”
Sam’s burp grew higher and higher as he grew smaller, furrier, sweatier, smellier, and ferretier. The ground moved up towards him, “…uuuUuUuUU…” he looked over at the sleeping Brad, Brad’s ferret body growing bigger and closer as the floor rushed to meet the cocky jock, and then… “…uUuUUuUUUURP!”
POP!
Sam burped into a sweaty flop of fur, just like Brad, on the floor, except Sam as a ferret had a lighter coloring, the same color of his hair. But he had become his worst enemy, Sam had gone from a tall cocky perfect intimidating gentleman at the top of the food chain, to a tiny helpless smelly adorable puny cutie pet at the bottom of it. Then, Sam faded out and feel asleep and the world went dark, as the musky smell of ferrets overcame the room, and his own vermin body odor overwhelmed him.