Zach sighed as he warily scanned the walls in front of him. “GamePlace” branding ringed the little brick and mortar game shop, but that wasn’t what his attention was on. No, the analogue clock hanging on the wall earned that honor. The human was an employee at the outlet in the local mall, and he was eager to get his shift done with.

Besides, he thought to himself. The store is practically dead at this hour. They should just let him slip out. It was still early enough that he could hit the beach for a few hours, if the mood struck him. But if he finished out the next hour of his shift it would start getting dark. He anxiously fidgeted in place, deep in the doldrums of boredom. His hand slide down the side of his cozy green T-shirt that had a symbol associated with a popular game series on the front, before settling on the hips of his nice-looking jeans.

As he pondered this, his co-worker poked her head in from the backroom. “Hey Zach, how are the shelves looking?” Zach tiredly tore his eyes away from the clock to meet her gaze. Her name was Gina, and she was a vixen. The fox-girl had bright red fur with a white spot on her slightly exposed midriff. Covering most of her upper body was a black tee with the logo of some metal band Zach had never heard of.

She shifted in place, waiting for his reply, her dark black hair grazing her shoulders, as heavy ankh earrings danged from her triangular ears, leather wristbands running up and down her fuzzy arms. Gina was a bit of a goth, if her clothes didn’t give it away. Zach swore she’d dye all her fur black if she could afford it, but that was far more expensive and time consuming and pricy than merely dying her hair.

Finally after a long moment Zach managed to string together a reply. “Huh? Oh. They’re looking fine for now, Gina. No one’s stepped through the door in half an hour now.” His eyes drifted back to look at the clock once more before his ocean-blue gaze returned flickered back to his boss, a hand tiredly running through his short blonde hair. “Would it be alright if I clocked out early? I think we can close up shop for the night and we won’t lose any revenue.

He tiredly placed his elbows on the counter and crossed his arms, putting all his effort not to nod off from the raw boredom of it all, while also doing his best not to ogle the vixen’s wonderfully curved figure and the way her look accentuated it so well. Well, his best not to be obvious about it, at least.

She sighed, sounding every bit as tired as Zach did. “You know I can’t do that, Zach. If I actually ran this place I’d say heck yes. But you know how much of a stickler the big boss is for working full shifts. And he checks the security cameras every morning.” She strode over, soft curves gently bouncing with each step. It was hard for Zach to keep his eyes off of her, for several reasons, but one of the most prominent was that she never wore bras. He could see the outline of her nipples just faintly pressing through the fabric of her shirt.

Gina grinned wryly, noticing exactly where Zach’s eyes were pointing. “Hey, watch out Zachie, or someone might accuse you of harassment. A blush came to his cheek as he realized she’d noticed his stares. The voluptuous goth foxgirl shifted over next to him and began sorting through some paperwork, her gently waggling fluffy fox tail occasionally brushing up against his leg and ass. The hypocrite, Zach thought. She was doing that on purpose!

She smiled tiredly. “If you like boobs so much, Zach, you should get your own pair,” she said through a yawn. Very funny, he thought, rolling his eyes… but something about the words dug deep into his psyche. A shiver went up his spine, and then back down it, settling in somewhere deep between his hips, an awkward tingle emanating from the area of his tailbone. “Ha ha, very funny Gina,” Zach grumbled in reply, gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore it, shifting his hips back and forth, but it didn’t seem to be accomplishing anything---

The tingling sensation suddenly exploded outwards, sending hot waves of warmth throughout Zach’s lower body. His pants began feeling tighter than they ever had before, and he didn’t think it was just because of the erection he’d been sporting since the foxgirl started teasing him.

“Nngfhaa, ooh, what the FUCK?” He shouted, the intense, heated tingling pressure deep within his pelvis concerning him as he looked over his shoulder towards the small of his back.

Panic swiftly began to well up within Zach as he examined himself. He could see the faint edge of his asscrack beginning to peek out from the edge of his jeans. They had always fit him just fine before, had honestly been on the loose side if anything. But now they seemed to be straining to keep up with the size of his ass and hips.

An audible CRUNCH bent him over in discomfort. It wasn’t just his ass that was claiming more space than it should, his hips seeming to slide wider by the moment. His jeans felt almost skin-tight on him. “You don’t look so good,” Gina said, head tilted with concern in her eyes, breaking the poor boy from his discomfort-induced reverie. “Are you coming down with something? I don’t want you getting me sick.” She hadn’t seemed to have noticed the changes Zach was going through… not yet at least.

“Uh, yeah, just… just feeling a bit under the weather. Cover the front, would you? I’ll be right back,” Zach stammered and sputtered, as he made a b-line for the restroom located at the back of the shop. He had a little trouble in the process, stumbling and nearly tripping along the way.

Zach swiftly slammed and locked the door behind him with a loud CLUNK, turning the light on and looking into the mirror. His eyes went wide with horror at the sight of his subtly flared hips and slightly thicker ass straining his jeans, the young man pacing from side to side inside the stall at the feeling of the new, alien sensations going through his lower half.

“No. No no no. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming!” He stated to himself matter of factly, trying to rationalize why his hips had just crunched outwards and his ass looked so soft and round.

As he nervously moved about in the bathroom, he found himself almost shaking his swollen rear, shaking his hips dramatically with each stride. At first, it was just a matter of his gait feeling a bit off. But as he checked himself in the mirror, his eyes opened wide. He realized his walk had become completely girlish! Beyond that even. It was outright SEDUCTIVE, like a seasoned stripper or streetwalker trying to allure a man. He even realized he’d started walking on the balls of his feet, as if to mimic high heels.

Refusing to accept this turn of events, Zach forced his feet back down and tried to make himself walk normal, taking a big, straight, manly stride…

RIIIIIIP! The jeans had been filled to capacity, and they could not brook the strain of such a large step. A long tear opened up along the seat of his pants, exposing a long crevasse of soft, swollen ass and… something else.

There was a brown splotch of hair right on top of his tailbone. It would have been visible soon at the rate his ass was squeezing itself out of his pants, but now it was plain to see.

“Oh… ohmygod… oh FUCK,” Zach groaned, feeling tears well up in his eyes as he stood with his back facing the mirror. That sultry and sinful crevice of swollen and soft ass was on display through the torn seat of the jeans. He reached back to take an experimental handful while his other hand rubbed at the splotch of hair on his tailbone. The young man shifted and shimmied his hips from size to side, gasping at how it forced his backside to bounce and jiggle, trying to keep himself in check as he stood with legs splayed far apart.

Zach rested his hands against the opposite wall of the bathroom, his manhood throbbing as he looked over his shoulder… a tear running down his cheek as he bit his lower lip with worry, only able to stare at himself as it occurred to him what absolutely SLUTTY posture he was using. “Please… help me,” he grunted. “Make it stoooOOOp!”

But to Zach’s chagrin, it wasn’t stopping. His ass continued to bubble and ripple inside his damaged jeans, claiming ever more space. And as it did, that little splotch of fur started to grow, spreading over the upper half of his swollen rear. In fact, it kinda looked to Zach like it was starting to gradually press outwards, the pressure coming from his tailbone increasing. A realization struck the anxiety-ridden human. Was… was that a TAIL he was growing?

As the strange sensations continued to ripple through Zach’s body, he heard a knock on his stall door. “Hey Zach, you’ve been in here for a while now, and I heard some weird noises while I was waiting. Are you alright?” Oh no, he realized with a pitiable moan. Gina had followed him in here. It was a unisex employees-only bathroom after all.

“G-Gina,” Zach stuttered. “I’m… uh… here, I’ll open the door. Just don’t freak out, okay?” He groaned quietly, sounding utterly defeated. Slowly he opened the door to the stall, waiting for the vixen to lose it and run off. There he stood before her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he held his hands over his groin and moved a step towards her. His broad hips swung and thick ass heaved, as he tried not to scratch at the tail slowly forming above that shelf of adipose tissue. “I don’t know what’s going on, Gina? It… it all feels so heavy, soft and… thick.” He motioned towards his lower half with a spine-tingling shudder, his toes curling within his shoes as he let out another soft and pitiable whimper in the process.

Gina stared at the changes that had swept through the boy’s body, at the thick, plump rear that now rivalled her own, at the stubby brown tail poking out from the tear in his jeans. Shock and surprise were plainly evident in his face, the reaction he had expected, eliciting a sad little moan from the changing boy. He fully expected her to freak out and run away from the freak he was becoming. But after a long, awkward moment that look of surprise softed. Shifted. On the surface Gina now wore a look of pity, but he could faintly make out something beneath. Hunger.

“Say Zach, when I told you to get a pair of boobs of your own, I didn’t expect you to take it so literally.” She boldly stepped into the stall with him, looking Zach over. “Even if those haven’t seemed to grow in. Gotta say though, I think that ass looks good on you.” Before he could react, her furred hand swept down to swat his swollen ass, sending it jiggling wildly.

“ANnngh, ohhh FUCK! W-Wait, Gina, what the hell are you doing?” Zach yelled out in surprise. His eyes opened wide, as the heat of her swat reverberated all throughout his body, as he could feel the stinging, throbbing red hand print begin to form on his swollen ass. It stung… but more than that, it felt INCREDIBLE. A spurt of precum dampened the front of his jeans, as his rock-hard cock seemed to especially enjoy the feeling of getting manhandled like that.

Stupid, suicidal thing. Didn’t it know that if these changes spread, there was a decent chance it would wither away and disappear? Zach found himself moaning audibly at the mere thought of the changes altering even more of him, of his cock being replaced with something moister, wetter and needier. But he tried to drive those thoughts away. “Listen, I don’t want to turn into a chick! This is already humiliating enough… I need to find a way to stop this.”

Zach shoved his way past the vixen and out of the bathroom, not caring that his jeans were ripped down the back seam as he entered the crowded mall corridor. Certainly not caring that his shift was not over yet in these circumstances. He looked from side to side for the closest clothing shop, keep on buying a new pair of jeans and boxers before he got out of here.