“You know, Rick,” she began huskily, “We should really do something about getting me back to my normal Jim-body.”
“What’s that?” Rick murmured as the feeling of her fur and breasts pressed firmly against him began to show itself in his re-stiffening manhood.
“Rick, it’s me…Jim! I thought you understood when I called you.”
“WHAT!” Any sign of interest quickly shrank away on Rick’s part. “Jim? What…how…who…”
Jim engaged Rick with the long story: The VR Carnival, The Bustier Program,, the experimentation. Rick just sat there with his mouth hanging open as Jim finished, “Y’know, an hour ago I would have been repelled by even thinking about what we just did. Now I find myself wanting more of it. “
The skunk-girl suddenly had a worried look play across her delicate features, “Rick, I think this might be a real problem. I think I’m being affected much more than I thought I was. I think I like boys, now—I mean, I thought I was just experimenting and taking advantage of the situation…but now, I’m not so sure.”
They went to Jim’s room in the basement and dug out his extensive collection of magazines. After a few minutes, they discovered that while Jim could definitely see the attractiveness of the women, it was in a more abstract state. It didn’t do much for his arousal.
The silky soft skunk collapsed against Rick and starting sobbing. He stroked her fur and tried to calm her down.
Wed Nov 10 10:29:15 1999