He clawed at the belt buckle with fingers that felt like they were melting, and when it finally snapped open he gave up any further attempts at advanced manipulation and just pulled at the fly until the buttons popped out and the pants slid quietly down his sleek furry thlghs to land in a pile around his ankles. Moments later his strong tail ripped through his undies, and he was naked from the waist down.
He just stood there for a while stretching and flexing his tail - careful to not knock anything over - before he started thinking of whatever it was the reader had expected him to do. Oh yes, call someone. He looked around to locate the phone - and would have done so if it had not been standing right under the mirror.
It took a small eternity before he realized he was just standing there staring at his crotch. Now that was a different view from the usual! He caught himself wondering what it would feel like to touch, or rather be touched there, and almost before he had finished the thought one of his fingers had gone exploring almost of it own.
WOW!!! Now that was something different! He kept fondling himself, and with each stroke it just got
...then as he reached the legendary climax, his new nerves went haywire, and as he collapsed in the chair behind him he realized that the nanites not only had given him a genuine functioning stench gland, they had also filled it up with first grade skunk musk - which he had just sprayed all over his tail, butt and lower back, as well as the wall behind him. Not to mention the chair. Pheeew!!
Strangely enough, he found the smell arousing - or maybe he just was aroused already and the stench had nothing to do with it. Anyway all he wanted to do was to do it again (except for the spraying of course), so he started another round of stroking with one hand while the other slipped up under his shirt in search of other sensitive areas - and found them. Hoo boy! Or perhaps girl...
It was just starting to get really wonderful again when he got interrupted by someone thumping on the door and shouting his name. Darn! He knew that voice - it was the landlord, who usually just came around to gripe about the rent being late. But he had already paid for this month, hadn't he?
"Are you alright in there?" the voice shouted. "I heard a scream! And what the heck is that smell?"
Only then did Jim realize that he had not only sprayed, but cried out loud when he came. He wanted to tell the man outside to go away and that everything was fine - relatively speaking - but he was not sure how his voice would sound, and besides (he was only slightly surprised to find out) other parts of him wanted the man not just to stay, but to get tmuch much closer...
"Okay, don't panic," the voice continued. "I'll get my keys." This was followed by the sound of footsteps, fading rapidly, and then... silence.
Great, Jim thought. What do I do now? He had a vague idea that the landlord might not appreciate tenants turning into other tenants, and while he was eager to show off his new form to the world, he was not entirely certain he wanted it to know what he was before.
He looked in the mirror again. His pants were gone, but he was still wearing his rather characteristical shirt, wrist watch and glasses. Anyone who saw him wearing those would at least get a wild idea about who it might be under the fur. But what were his options? There was no time to get out of the building without meeting the landlord on his way back...
Then he remembered that his sister had left a bag full of clothes the last time she was in town. He had often noticed they were about the same size and occassionally fantasized about trying on her clothes. Well, now he had an excuse...
As he bent down to pick up his shredded undies, he glanced at the mirror and got another idea. Without clothes and on all four he could almost be taken for an ordinary skunk, at least by someone who didn't know how big a real skunk was supposed to be.
He tossed the rags behind the couch and straightened up to look at the reader. "Okay, what do you think? Should I -
Mon Feb 5 10:39:55 2001