Story: A Date with the Force

Premise: A pair of fresh young men find themselves vacation at the wrong convention, but decide to make the most of it. Luckily there's plenty of strange strangers more than willing to help out!

Contains: Human male to anthro female TFTG, mild muscle and curve growth, mental changes, reality shifts, toon logic, humping yiff, a great disturbance in the force.

For Wes13

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“James? What the hell is a furry?”

“Fuck if I know, Kevin. Looks like a culmination of sports mascots.”

“What team mascot has green hair and neon-lit teeth?”

“I have no idea, but maybe I should look into them.”

Taking a weekend vacation to Austin for the summer was met with a strange turn upon arrival. Two boys, fresh off celebrating their twenty-second birthdays, stood dumbfounded in a Hilton lobby overrun with people. Considering they had flown out here for a convention that was barely surprising. It was the large portion of people wearing animal ears, tails, or full on body suits complete with cartoonishly cute heads. Some were simple representations of a typical animal, while others had an abundance of color pallets and accessories to stand out in the mob.

Something told them this was not the Star Wars convention the comic shop had advertised. The banners and wall decorations confirmed the boys had arrived at a convention called ‘Furrific.’ One Google search on their phones quickly educated them on the wonders of the furry fandom. The convention was even space opera themed, so wearing their jedi robes and light sabers did not make them feel that out of place.

“I blame you for this,” James mumbled as they stood in the check-in line.

Another Google search found their actual destination over twenty miles across the city. They were not going anywhere else for the weekend. Breaking butts working at McDonalds while keeping good grades up for their senior year only gave them so much budget to spend.

“Hey, my dad’s the one that set this up for us. Blame him!” Kevin scoffed. Their turn had finally arrived for the counter and he fished out a credit card with ID.

“You could have helped him a bit instead of just telling him to search for ‘space convention’ and pick whatever looked right.”

“Like I’d totally know there was another convention in the same city doing a space opera theme. Besides, I was in the middle of streaming my weekly Fortnite.”

The lady behind the counter giggled, but did not comment outside giving them keys and a brief rundown of convention rules. Going from that line to the one for elevators only made the pairs dejected feelings worse. Padding out your suit into many body shapes, including some of the thickest curves the boys had ever seen, made for less elevator space. James could only wonder how they did not die of heat exhaustion in those things.

Kevin was just happy to finally have a bed to flop on after such a long flight and Uber ride. If only hunger pains did not strike them both, he could have laid there for a while longer. The plane stewards had been sweet to give the boys extra snacks, but KIND bars only contained so much protein.

“Think we should register or eat first?” James had to resist the urge to take his shoes off and crawl into his own bed. The room was a standard double twin, but paradise to their aching feet. There were just plenty of other things to do first.

Kevin groaned, forcing himself to roll off the cozy, thick blankets. “We might as well register first. Maybe they can give us some clue what furries gather to do at these things.”

Apparently, furries gather to stand in lines or something. In just the short time Kevin took for a rest, one elevator had broken thanks to crowds ignoring the weight capacity. The one remaining elevator had to go up and down with full loads four times before both boys could find space to get on. Granted, that meant wedging between a dragon with too much wingspan and a mouse with too much hips.

“You would think people would consider freedom of movement when wearing a padded suit with tunnel vision,” Kevin grumbled with no concern who heard him. Given those giant fluffy heads, hearing would probably be impaired too even without a lobby full of chatting nerds.

“It’s no different from the androids we would have been trying to shuffle around anyway,” James countered. When Kevin turned back to reply, he was surprised to see his blond-haired friend getting a selfie with a red-colored raccoon. “Besides, this is kind of cool. Maybe we can buy some costumes to go with our robes.”

Kevin scoffed despite his lips cracking into a grin. He had always wanted to spice up his jedi cosplay with some alien cosmetics. The main problems had been finding someone to even create custom costumes, and for a high schoolers budget. Some dreams just had to wait for a better wage job. Although, he was noticing some panther costumes that looked breathtaking.

Speaking of problems, it was only after the boys found the registration office that they remembered they had come to the wrong convention. Not only had they wasted money on pre-registering for the other place, but the line for a furry con extended all the way back into the lobby they had just left. Only thing more absurd was that they still waited it out expecting things to go smooth and fast.

Three hours of standing later left their remaining enthusiasm in shambles. Aside from an occasional compliment or short discussion about their jedi costumes the boys could not bring themselves to socialize much. They resolved that all they needed was a big meal and a hard night’s sleep. A whole weekend of new experiences lay ahead that could easily turn things around.

But first Kevin typed in registration info with yet another problem to overcome.

“What’s a fursona name!?”

“You know, the character you used to represent yourself in the fandom,” the guy handling Kevin’s registration explained by holding up a badge drawn in color pencil. The elephant depicted on it had an obese body that could only be described as ‘sphere’ yet the man showed a solid pride in it. “Basically, what you want other furries to call you. If you don’t have one you can just leave it blank.”

“Well…” Kevin almost said yes immediately, but then he mulled it over. “Hey, James? Are you getting a fursona?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, why not?” James had ended up on the register computer next to Kevin, making it less awkward to coordinate. “Might as well get into the roll of jedi fluff balls. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not really. Saw some tigers pass by a while ago and I’m rather partial to cats.”

“Well, your mom only keeps three.”

“Not the point. I’ll just say I’m a tiger and work out the details later.”

“Cool!” Jame resumed pounding on the keypad with one finger using an unnecessary amount of force. “I’ll be a cougar then!”

Kevin just stared at his friend unsure. “... why?”

“So we match, obviously.”

Less than a minute of waiting later their badges had been printed out and handed off along with a hefty bag full of convention accessories. Kevin almost dropped his still unable to break his gaze on James.

“Those aren’t even the same breed.”

“They’re still cats, though. Come on, let’s go eat.”

“Yeah, sure.” They thanked the con staff and departed, ironically getting a rush of fresh enthusiasm to be free of lines. Kevin even found a handy map of places to eat, included with their membership package. “So what did you name your cougar jedi?”

“Cougarella. What do you think the artists in the dealers’ den might charge for designing... what is it?”

“N-nothing!” Kevin lied through his failed attempts not to laugh. “You decide you’re going to be a cougar person and that’s the best name you can think up on the fly?”

James rolled his eyes. “We’re both doing a work in progress here. What did you name the tiger?”

The smile promptly fell off Kevin’s face, his brown eyes pretending to take interest in a potted plant. “Tigeriana…”

To his credit, James did not burst into outright laughter. He just cracked a knowing grin before giving his best buddy an elbow jab. “Got to admit it at least sounds Star Wars-ish to fit in canon.”

“Yeah?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows. “Which canon?”

James brushed past him with an exasperated sigh. He held the exit door for Kevin as they left the hotel, stating, "Don’t even joke about that or I swear I will light saber duel you right here."

Before Kevin could utter the witty reply he had ready, a female voice sliced through their conversation.

“Now there’s a pair of cats if I’ve ever seen them. You two are already play fighting over everything.”

They both turned a bit annoyed to have a third party butting in, only to immediately forgive the interloper. The woman that had been intending to enter the hotel after them turned out to have a wonderful butt to go with her bubbling sweet smile. Her colorful Tye-dye shirt and bright green hair certainly helped her trim figure stand out even in this fuzzy crowd.

“Hi, I’m Kevin!” The blond boy recovered from this adorable presence to offer a handshake first. He had seen many older people were into this cartoon animal thing. Getting to meet someone that looked only a few years older was a welcomed encounter.

“Sorsha,” the girl shook his hand with a smile, and then turned to take James’ when his shot out in offering.

“James!” the black-haired boy chuckled in a lopsided grin. “How’d you guess we were talking about cats?”

“Your name tags are a bit less than subtle, no offense. I’m very fond of felines myself, but my master banned me from wearing my fursuit in public after the last outbreak.”

“Master?”

“Outbreak?”

Both boys had spoken at the same time, but were clearly focused on different details. If anything, they just seemed happy someone was talking to them. Sorsha continued to eye them up completely oblivious to their inquiries. When she met their eyes again, all they got was an affirming nod, as if something important had been decided.

“You guys want some fursuits to go with those kick ass robes? I know the dealer’s den isn’t open, but I got a guy with partials that can hook you up for a good price. Good way to spend your first con.”

“How much?” James asked, surprising his friend with the lack of hesitation. Kevin was really more interested in some dinner.

Sorsha listed off prices that, while certainly hole burning, were not beyond the boys’ collective funds for the trip. It certainly gave Kevin pause for consideration while watching James count numbers in his head.

“Wait…” A thought suddenly struck Kevin, making him address Sorsha suspiciously. “How did you know this was our first con?”

“Oh, please!” Sorsha waved it off with a laugh that advertised air headedness. “Just listening to you guys talk makes it a bit obvious. So you want the suits or not?”

“I guess if they’re tiger and cougar related?” James glanced at Kevin with uncertainty.

Kevin remained staring at Sorsha’s grinning face, but he could not pinpoint why this girl felt so off. Not counting her outlandish choice in color schemes, of course. The fact daylight was burning forced him to eventually push such thoughts aside. He shot a smile at James. “We might as well then, eh? We’ll have to save up to get those character references later though.”

“Great!” Sorsha clapped her hands triumphantly. “You boys go have a good meal. I’ll meet you at your room later so we can exchange goods. Oh, what is your room number? Or do you prefer a text?”

After exchanging both information with Sorsha, the perky young girl danced past them with a parting slap on their shoulders. They were just about to shake that experience off and be on their way when she let out a gasp behind them.

“Ow! Hey, is this pointy thing one of yours?” They turned to find Sorsha sharing the backside of her jean shorts with them. She had bent down to retrieve some miniature pyramid toy that was cheerfully presented in one outstretched hand. “Looks like a jedi thing. Gotta be careful they don’t fall out of your dresses.”

“These are robes!” Kevin said with slight indignation. A lot of care had gone into decorating the garments with his personal flare.

“And that’s a sith holocron,” James added, taking the toy from Sorsha. It felt heavy and warm for its baseball size. “Did you bring this, Kevin?”

“We’re jedi. Why would I bring a sith accessory?”

“Just asking, dude. Maybe you should take this…” James had turned back only to stop mid-sentence in realizing he was talking to a closing hotel door. Sorsha had departed with such silent speed she was not even visible on the other side of the glass. “Okay, she is easily the weirdest thing I’ve seen so far out of this con.”

“Weirder than the cow suiter with the humongous boobs and udder?”

“... third weirdest thing, then. Sheesh, you’re so picky.” James chuckled and pocketed the holocron into his robes. “Remind me to drop this in a lost and found later.”

“A bit dangerous carrying around a sith device,” Kevin pontificate with his best ‘stoic jedi’ voice of prequel legends. “Be mindful of your surroundings, master Cougraella. I sense a trap.”

Much as he wanted to try, James just could not keep the straight faced expression of a jedi from the movies. His lips keep splitting in small fits of giggles. “I sense Mexican food. Let us meditate on these events over burritos, Master Tigeriana!”

***

A short walk and a pound of refried beans later helped ease a lot of the boys’ concerns over this vacation’s progress. There was even a significantly less wait for the elevators once they got their stuffed bellies back to the hotel. Any promises of business with a strange girl were almost forgotten by the time they got into their room. Luckily, she seemed to have known this and both their phones vibrated a stream of new texts before the door had closed.

“How is she texting both of us at once!?” Kevin gawked at his glowing screen. Their phones were pinging with near perfect unison.

“Copy, paste, dude.” James laughed, pointing out they were receiving the same messages. “Gotta admit she sure had a fast phone, though. You want to take her up on that offer?”

“If it’ll get her to stop spamming us.” Kevin frowned at his phone as if the girl was watching him through the screen. He still typed out a reluctant invitation up to their room, an opportunity he would have normally killed for when it involved the other sex.

KNOCK NOCK!

“Wha?” Kevin jumped off his bed in a panic. Less than three seconds had passed after completing his text and yet he glanced out the peephole to find Sorsha standing across the portal with a big box tucked under each arm. “Is this crazy girl stalking us!?”

“I find her more energetic than crazy.” James shrugged only looking mildly concerned. “Besides, her offer is way cheaper than what we had to go through for these robes.”

“A fair point. I just hope they don’t end up paper bags and rubber gloves.” Kevin took a deep breath before opening the door.

“They’re nylon and synthetic fiber, actually!” Sorsha chimed as she promptly thrusted one box after the other into Kevin’s startled grasp. She danced past him without waiting for an invitation, passing a flirty wink onto James. “Go ahead and try them on, boys. We want to make sure they work before I go running off to spend your money on kinky inflation art.”

“Inflating what?” James pondered, only to get a box shoved into his chest without an answer. After some clumsy shuffling, he opened its loose flaps with one hand. A blunt snout belonging to a cartoon cougar's head promptly sprung out nearly startling the boy into dropping the package. Its stitched smile radiated a cheerful attitude, if a bit lifeless.

Glancing over at Kevin showed he had set his box on a bed to pull out a similar cartoon tiger’s head with both hands. Both masks were of simple make, but pretty well done around the seams. It was clear by his pensive stare that Kevin was already brainstorming ways to modify them later. Some ruffles of hair and markings would add in a lot of personality.

“Well?” Sorsha piped up, making both boys suddenly realize they had been lost in their thoughts. “Don’t just have a staring contest with the merchandise. Trust me, you can’t win. Try them on.”

James gave a shrug to his hesitant friend before slipping his real head through the cougar’s neck hole. It was not unlike putting on a protective helmet, albeit way more fuzzy.

“Holy hell! How do people see in these things?” James had to turn in order to get Kevin in his view. Seeing his friend stagger a few steps after putting on the tiger head was understandable. Everything around their periphery vision was completely blacked out.

“It’s also a bit hot in here…” James added, removing his head to a rush of fresh air.

“Well, duh!” Sorsha rolled her eyes and reached into Kevin’s box. Her slender hand pulled out some sort of bandelier of liquid pouches stitched together. “You should invest in some coolant packs, especially for a summer con. Full body suits can boil a person alive without good preparation.”

“Cool.” James set the head aside. He dug back into his own box and found a pair of gloves along with a long, fuzzy noodle he eventually realized was a cougar’s tail. All of them were stitched with the same fine brown fur as his head. The gloves had a bit of flap around the wrists. Turns out this was velcro if he decided a need to detach the elbow-length sleeves for different style shirts. “These are pretty slick.”

“I’ll say!” Kevin’s voice was muffled, yet rich with childish excitement. He had left his head on while slipping the entirety of his orange with black stripe gloves on. Most of the fur became hidden under the robes, posing little problem for him. The paw-like design of the hands was way more worthy of admiration. Each finger tip had been glued a plastic claw and squishy rubber pad, with an even bigger pad encompassing their palms. It did not impede their ability to grip objects, but they sure enjoyed the squishy feeling when they did.

“Welp! If you boys are happy…” Sorsha trailed off with a knowing grin, palm drifting in the air between the two boys.

“Oh yeah, sure.” James finished figuring out his tail was designed to clip onto the belt loop of his pants. It felt weird and nice to subtly tug at the hem as he moved to collect the spare cash from his suitcase. Whoever designed it was a genius in how it looked perfectly aligned with his spine. He would wag it if he could.

Talk about weird thoughts. No wonder people loved this stuff. James counted out the bills, lamenting that he needed almost all of them, before passing the stack into Sorsha’s patient hand.

“Thanks, boys!” Kevin was so glad to be wearing the head when Sorsha, almost casually, tugged the neck of her shirt down to stuff the cash between her perky breasts. She still shot him a wink, knowing full well what thoughts laid behind those cloth eyes. They both continued to watch her leave, only to suddenly stop halfway out the door. “Oh! And welcome to the furry fandom. Hope you boys get some fun new adventures out of it.”

Kevin waited for the door to close before whirling to James. “Seriously, I don’t need the force to get a sense of foreboding off that girl.”

“Force? Ah crap!” James rummaged through his pockets, a difficult task with the thicker animal gloves on, and pulled out the triangle holocron. “I forgot to drop this dang thing off at the con headquarters. You think I should turn it in with the hotel lobby or wait for... was it always pulsing red light like this?”

“Aw shit, that’s gotta be her trap.” Kevin yelped, trying to lung for the little pyramid. Unfortunately, having tunnel vision does things to your perception. He not only failed to grab the thing, but ended up shouldering James into the room’s desk.

“Dude! What are you-ah!” Fun as paw gloves were, their smooth pads offered little grip. James felt the weighted holocron slip from his fingers in a hard thunk off the desk’s polished wood before landing on the floor at their feet.

CLICK! CRRRRRRRRCK!

No sooner had the holocron hit the floor than all of its pointed ends sprung loose. Some unseen mechanism from within rotated them in a half turn that caused rays of red light to bleed out into the room. Kevin was quick to back away until his legs tripped over a bed corner. He had no logical way of understanding why James would squat down to get a closer look at what the thing was doing.

“That’s neat. Kevin, what do you think this thing does?”

PSSSHHH!!

Sometimes the universe has ways of answering our questions for us. All at once, a thick red smoke billowed out of the pyramid, quickly engulfing James. Kevin barely had time to roll over before he too was blinded. Synthetic fur suits did little to help as the room became filled with the boys’ coughing. Their eyes were forced closed by the stinging mist, tears seeping out the sides. It was like their entire world was shutting down; senses dulled and skin tightened like pressurized plastic wrap.

Amazingly, the fire alarm did not go off, despite a small container emitting enough gas to flood a room.

“Gah!” Everything came back to Kevin in a rush, much like waking from sleep paralysis. Yet all he could do was lay there gasping for breath, waiting for his limbs to not be sore. A glance at the bedside clock confirmed he had blacked out for two minutes. He did not even remember falling to the floor.

“Ugh! Dude, what the hell!?” James’ voice floated from nearby, obscured by the thick mattresses looming over Kevin.

“I know, right? Blargh!” Kevin stuck his tongue out and then coughed a few times. His and James’ voice sounded a bit gruff. Hopefully, they were not being poisoned by some slow killing agent. Lots of dirt and crust around the eyes was making it near impossible to make out anything either. The field of view had been expanded, though. His furry head must have rolled off during the fall. Such a loss certainly did not make him feel any cooler. “I... I need to wash my face.”

“Can you get me a drink while you’re up?”

“Yeah, sure.” Kevin focused everything on his arms. Mild cramps surged through his biceps, pushing him onto his elbows, and then into a sitting position. “MREOW!!”

A sharp pain at the base of his spine was the push Kevin needed to get on his feet in a hurry. Oddly enough, when he turned to check there was nothing he could have sat on to cause such pain. There was no sign of the tiger head, for that matter.

“Duuuude, seriously? This is an odd time to practice getting into your fursona.”

“What?” Kevin shot a glare at his friend, or rather, the legs sticking out from the other side of the bed. James cougar's tail rested coiled around them, twitching lazily. At least the pain in his lower back was gone. “Shut up! It felt like something just bit my ass.”

“Cool! I’ll get my light saber on that in just a minute.”

“Sure you will.” What had meant to be a groan of annoyance came off as a guttural vibration in Kevin’s throat. His voice really got messed up if it was sounding like his mom’s cats. An attempt to rub his eyes clear only resulted in Kevin accidentally racking a claw across the bridge of his nose. “Ow! I thought these damn claws were plastic.”

“Pretty sure they are.”

“Forget it.” Kevin tried to yank one of his gloves off and mewed again when the fingertip burned him with another sharp pain. Giving up on that, he just settled for clicking the pointed claw tips against the wall, blindly shuffling his way into the bathroom. Somehow, he found a way through the sea of blurs to the sink without any more injuries.

Cold water had a way of alleviating a lot of personal ailments. Not caring if his new suit might not be meant for getting wet, Kevin cupped both hands under a running faucet and splashed his muzzled face. Water caught on his thick facial hair and rapidly chilled tense nerves underneath. Such a soothing sensation made him roll his head around his shoulders, popping out a lot of kinks. The guttural sound consistently vibrated with his breathing, but he was too relaxed to notice right away. A bit of fumbling around and his claws came in handy hooking up a towel for drying his face. Kevin pulled the damped cloth away, feeling like a million bucks, minus the sting of his nose cut. He flashed a toothy smile at the mirror and the delighted tiger jedi reflected it back.

“Uuuuhhhhh…”

Considering how great he felt, it took a long time for Kevin to realize why something felt wrong. He could have sworn the head had rolled off in his fall. It didn’t feel warm or even impair his vision like just a few minutes ago. If anything, Kevin did not feel like he was wearing anything on his head at all.

The air conditioner suddenly clicked on. A fresh breeze blasted into the back of Kevin’s ears, causing them to reflexively twitch out of the way. He watched the tiger in the mirror also flick her ears perfectly, like a cat.

“What the... oh fuck?”

Kevin spoke and the tiger’s muzzle flapped perfectly matching his words. Lips peeled and tongue flicked in ways no paper mache head could function.

He recoiled, letting the towel slip from his pawed hands. The reflection mimicked every motion.

“Oooooh no!” Kevin pulled back the sleeves of his jedi robes. His desperate searching found no end to the tiger gloves he had been enjoying. Their fuzzy striped fur continued long past his elbow, over his shoulders, and down the back. Pulling down the neck gave him a great view of a chest and stomach blanketed in creamy white fur to match. “No. no. no. no. What the fuck!?”

“Kevin?” James’ voice floated in to snap their friend out of a budding panic attack. “Are you noticing something is seriously wrong too?”

“You’re absolutely right, James! I was just thinking we should call room service for a few dozen more shampoo bottles.”

An even lower growl than Kevin’s was the response. “I just grew a cougar's face, can you not? Please?”

Kevin snorted, ears folding back with a surge of annoyance. At the same time, something slinked its way to bap between his legs. He twisted around and sighed at the long striped appendage swishing across his butt. “Fuck you, I just grew a tail.”

Silence settled across the hotel room for a second to the point Kevin worried he went too far. Rounded feline ears perked when they picked up a soft shuffling, followed by a grunt.

“NYOW!”

“James!? What happened!?”

Hearing a spontaneously pained feral roar sent Kevin bolting back into the main room. Spotting James over by the desk mirror as a living cougar-human creature was not as confusing as the pained expression he was giving his reflection. One hand was slapped onto the desk to keep him hunched over it while the other was reaching back, rubbing at the base of his frazzled cougar tail.

“Y-yeah, my tail prop became an actual tail too,” James explained with a nervous side glance at his friend. “And let me tell you, they do not want to come off easy.”

Kevin could only scratch his pointed pink nose, trying to hide a giggle. “Jesus, man. These things are literally our spines. Please don’t go trying to sever them.”

“No promises. Ugh!” James shuffled to the over fluffed recliner every hotel seemed to have and plopped into it. “REOW!”

Kevin giggled again, but James shot him a death glare while adjusting his tail for a better position. Those cat noises he was making were incredibly adorable. It caused his purrs to strengthen with a raised tiger tail every time.

“So, what do we do now? Hey, are you okay?”

“Nyaa.” Kevin rested a hand against his forehead much more mindful of the claws. “Just a little dizzy, Cougarella. Think my brain is getting fried under all this fur. Maybe we should try calling Sorsha about this?”

“Not a bad idea, Kevin, but why are you calling me that?”

“What?”

“James; that silly name we made up for our fursonas, Tigeriana. You know that’s not my actual name.”

“Of course I know that. You don’t have to be calling me Kevin when we both know my name is Tigeriana.” Kevin’s ears drooped. “Does anything about this exchange feel very off to you, Coug... James? Nya?”

“Mreow. Now that you mention it…” James trailed off as he became focused on his furry pawed-hands. They shifted and flexed individual digits under his pensive gaze, feeling both familiar and new. “Call me crazy but I think these changes are still going.”

“Okay, crazy Courgarella.” The cougar shot his friend a look that only made Kevin giggle. “But you’re right. I mean, that’s some really beautiful hair you’re growing.”

“Hair!?” James’ hands shot up to feel along his ears. Sure enough, the once bald, not counting fur, scalp had sprouted rich thick locks. They were not done either, continuing to slink between his fingers with their growth. James turned to Kevin and recoiled, cracking a smile of his own. “You’re not looking too bad with that bustling mane either, Tigeriana.”

Kevin blinked as one hand drifted up to explore his own head. Both felines locked eyes before sprinting to the desk mirror at the same time. Wide slitted animal eyes stared back as both sprouted a large locks of silky hair. Strands cascaded down their shoulders in a waterfall of fibers, achieving years of growth in seconds until it hung just above their tail bases. Even the color of their original hair had changed; leaving James’ strands a rich chocolate brown and Kevin’s jet black.

James’ smile spread so wide the tips almost reached his ears. “Whoa, girl. This is totally awesome!”

Kevin wanted to correct his friends’ use of pronouns but had become distracted by their voice cracking in pitch with almost every word. It did not escape James’ notice either, for his smile dropped slightly while one hand gently felt along his neck. The normally prominent bulge of his Adam’s apple had shrunk and continued to fade away under his palm. Mimicking the motion helped Kevin confirmed his own was dwindling.

“Oh...my gosh! I sound like a woman,” James sputtered, coughed, and continued beaming at his reflection. His voice had dropped to a deeper husky pitch, but was undeniably feminine in tone. “A very hot woman.”

Kevin nodded, grinning at their reflections. “Yeah, I think I’m... yeah, I also sound like a babe. Talk about changes hitting us hard and weird.”

“Ah hell!”

“What?”

“Look closely at our faces!” James had leaned in closer with his tail waving high through the air. Hands gently kneaded along his cheeks making his muzzle pucker, then felt along his forehead and eyes. “I think we’re turning into girls.”

“Heh... huh...” Kevin had no idea what to make of that claim until he also regarded the tiger face in the mirror. His skull seemed to be altering in very subtle ways; longer eyelashes, smaller scalp, more rounded around the jawline. Combined with their voices and ample hair there was nothing remotely masculine left about their faces. “Girls don’t sound this hot. It almost looks like we’re getting older, mew.”

“Grwar!? Seriously?” James whirled to smile at Kevin. This was probably the weirdest thing he had ever heard happening to anyone. And yet, he could not bring himself to be concerned about it. The more he altered the more energy it gave him.

Judging by the smug grin plastered on Kevin’s womanly features, he was feeling roughly the same. That was more because of a strange tingle that shot down his spine all the way to his tail tip. The noodle limb gave a hard crack and a peculiar warmth spread out across his body making every fiber of his fur stand on end. “Whoa! Did you feel that?”

“Errf!!” James’ face and body scrunched slightly before relaxing. “Y-yeah, I think so. What is... o-oh!”

“Aw, yeah!” Kevin purred in a sultry manner, licking his whiskers as their jedi robes shifted and stretched.

Thanks to their view in the mirror it did not take long for the pair to realize they were growing. The tops of their rounded ears lifted inch by inch until they vanished off the glass’s top edge. Shoulders grew broader, forcing them to stand further apart.

“I think you’re right; we are getting older.” James mewed happily, pulling up his robe sleeves. “Looks like our robes are changing, too. I... whoa!”

“Wha...damn, girl!”

Both cats gave out delighted roars at seeing the cougar's arms had not only grown longer, but extensively thicker too. James’ tail was thrashing in overdrive while watching the fine pelt ripple and crease in amazing ways. Flesh bubbled up underneath, especially around the biceps where most of the power accumulated.

Kevin practically tore off his own sleeve to find out the same process bulked up his stripped arms. Giving off a big growl, he gave a hard flex, blushing at the ridged ham his arm swelled into. He wanted to hold that pose forever, however something else from under the robes began swelling.

“Oh, no way!” Kevin’s breath grew heavy as relaxed both hands across his chest. There was definitely a lot more mass beneath the cotton robes, giving it a perky lift. With each gasp, they pushed back against his palms a little more. The front of his robes stretched out and down while James slowly watched his friend’s hands get pushed away. “Aw yeah, I think... I think I’m growing tits!”

“Kick ass!” James leaned in close, enjoying the way Kevin’s robes strained just enough to look tight, but still seemed to adjust, so they never broke under the mounting pressure. “From over here it looks more like you’re inflating a pair of volleyballs.”

“As if! You’re the airhead of this pair-nyah!” Kevin rolled his head back, letting his tongue flop to one side. A small spurt swelled his mammaries into soft melons, surpassing any pair he had ever seen by a wide margin. Both hands gave a hard clench, sending a rush of pleasure to his loins. He would have never imagined boobs being so soft. “God fuck these are fantastic!”

“Let me feel!”

“Hey, wa-MREOW!”

As great as Kevin’s new tits felt, having someone else touching them amplified that feeling a hundredfold. James wasted no time cupping his fuzzy paws around Kevin’s stripped digits. Gentle but firm passes around the edges kneaded the mounds, coaxing them to keep rising and rounding out.

“Yup! You’re definitely blowing up some fine and firm basketballs, you helium tank.”

“Mew! J-just shut up and k-keep rubbing. This is giving me such a boner.”

“Reow!” James suddenly seized both tiger boobs in a hard clasp before withdrawing his fingers, much to Kevin’s annoyance. “Love you, Tigeriana, but I think my own beach balls are puffing up.”

“Cool, my turn!”

Before James could even blink, Kevin was pushing their grubby digits into his chest. The room filled with their mews of tense pleasure as striped tiger hands alternated between clenching each breast. Each time Kevin released he would watch his friends’ robes billow outwards, his rhythmic squeezes coaxing budding boobs larger.

“Mmmmh, I wonder which of us will end up biggerrrrrr!” Kevin rolled the last word with his best sexy growl. Already he had squeezed James’ boobs past softball size and hoped for some fun cannonballs to squeeze.

“Y-you’re still the airhead,” James seethed out between heated breaths. It was all he could do to hold on to the desk with each surge breasts mass grinding his tender nipples against the robes fabric. “Nyaaah! This is…. so cool!”

“Told you so, ya airhead!”

James retorted by lashing out both hands onto Kevin’s equally ballooned chest. The hard squeeze he gave caused the tiger’s tail to puff up with a sensual growl. Kevin responded in kind, leaving both boys ironically supporting each other while causing massive crotch tents under their robes.

“Aah!” Given that James was using the desk for a makeshift seat he was the first to notice when their swelling changed direction. His tail curled at a strange shifting across his buttocks, followed by both cheeks plumping out faster than rising bread. The pressure nudged him off the desk in a panic only to slap into Kevin’s pillowy boobs.

“Nyah!” Being in a painfully aroused state himself, Kevin had no chance of taking in the force of James’ spontaneous face plant. Both cats took a tumble onto the floor with only their beefed up bodies to break their fall. That and the cushions Kevin noticed puffing under his butt and slowly adding more rise to his hips. “Heehee. I guess whatever’s happening decided we should have big bubble butts too.”

“Mmmh! You ain’t just blowing hot air.”

To both their surprise James followed their natural urges while they were in a pile on the floor. His beefy furred thighs moved to straddle his tiger friend before leaning for a deep kiss. Their rich jostling tits mashed together as pliable as sandbags, making it hard to tell who carried the bigger weight.

PFFFTTTTT!!

“Mmph! Hmmpp!” Kevin's eyes went wide suddenly feeling James blow hard into his mouth. Instead of their lips logically forced to part from the pressure, he got another surprise when the air slid down his throat easily as water.

FWOOMP!

And for a third surprise, it seemed air went to one’s hips even quicker than fat. With a slight pinch of pressure, Kevin felt his entire pelvis explode outwards into a deeply childbearing curve. His hips gave a hard thrust into James’ crotch. Their boners bucked together under the tented robes thanks to the tiger butt swelling up into a thick shelf. Something James took great notice of as Kevin felt his padded hands gently caress a rich swell of feline ass.

Two can play at that game. Kevin pushed back in to suck on James’ tongue, preventing his friend from disengaging just yet. While that helped distracted his pervy cougar friend, Kevin drew in the biggest breath his pink triangle nose could manage. The pending attack went unnoticed until James was already feeling the gust of warm breath pressing into the back of his tongue and sliding down his throat.

DOUBLE FWOOMP!

James’ back arched, thrusting his rear into the air right before it busted out wide and plump. The seams of his robe strained taut to perfectly outline the crack of his glorious rear below a thrashing tail. Something Kevin found easier to latch onto and give a hard squeeze. A lot of muscle developed under those shapely hips, making it a joy to knead like foam pillows.

“Now who’s a bubble butt?” Kevin teased when their puffing kisses ceased.

“Hard to tell, reow! Let’s rub them together to compare.” James leaned back to fully sit on Kevin’s lap. Unfortunately, that was just the right position to make their crotch tents smash together. “Aah nyah! Grwar!”

“Courgarella, wha-aah!” Kevin felt his friend shaking atop him, but that resulted in his own boner being stroked in just the right ways.

“Paah! Paah! Nggh!” James tried to roll off Kevin's pulsing erection, but the constant rubbing of their sensitive flesh through the cloth kept his thunder thighs firmly clenched onto his friend’s hips. “S-something’s happening again. I... I can’t stop it.”

“Y-yeah, me too!” Kevin propped onto his elbow, watching through one squinted as their crotches inadvertently continued to rub together in their impulsive thrashing. Somewhere deep inside them, another organ was contracting with increasing strength. It slowly came together for the tiger that they had become smoking amazon catgirls in every regard except one, and their prostates, the last vestige of masculinity, were fighting for all its worth. “Don’t panic o... or anything, but... mmph... I think we’re about to f-f-finish.”

“W-what? Oh... oooohhh!” James’ head rocked slightly with wide eyes. The sultry tone of his voice cracked and shifted with the release of breath. A moment later, his grin returned and soon his hips were rocking with willing force against Kevin. “Ah hell yes!”

“Nyaaahh! Rwarge!” Kevin arched his back in response, instincts taking over to meet each of James’ thrust. “I... I don’t know what’s going to happen after this.”

“To be honest, I don’t think I want to go back.” James shuddered, his grinding became harder as they both reached their peak. Neither really seemed to notice how easier the humping got with the extending length of their boner tents. Every ounce of manhood, their very existence, culminated into the single remaining organ.

“Mmph! M-me neither!” Kevin admitted. His hands reached up to grab James’ hips, helping hold the cougar in the right position. “Although it was great watching you puff up into a fat whale.”

“F-fat!? Nggh! You dumb blimp, we got inflated into tanks.” James tried to laugh but his member gave a hard twitch, stretching his tent longer with a growing tension. “Ah ah! God, how big are these sausages going to pump up?”

“Hey, w-we have you to thank for that.”

James would have fallen off the tigers lap if not for the strong grip Kevin had on their hips. Another sharp crack split his friend's words, dropping him into a deep baritone by the end. He could practically see the Adam’s apple bulging through the stripped neck fur before a twinge in his own neck told him the same was happening in there.

“What the hell is up with our dicks!?” James giggled after confirming he had developed his own powerfully masculine voice. It did little to keep him from resuming a proper lap humping, their tension rising once more with a vice grip against both changing boys’ members. “It’s like a rollercoaster of hormones in here. Mreow!”

“W-well... mew... they s-say the force works in... unnatural ways.”

“Really? Movie q-quotes?” James was glad he was too horny for a cringe look. It did not help when Kevin tried to shoot him flirty eye bashes with such a gruff voice. “In our case, I’d say it’s more like the ‘fwoomp’ than anything.”

“R-really?” Kevin rolled his head back in a hearty man laugh. Their tits sloshing harshly with all the plowing both felines were doing. With a soft murr, his hands caressed along James’ rear before adding, “Yeah, fwoomp is a great word for our problem.”

“You... aaaahhh. Oh fuck!” James’ body gave a hard shudder, his tail going stiff. The grinding stopped for half a second before his bucks resumed. “I... oh oh... I think I’m cumming.”

“M-me too!” Kevin had a goofy smile on his face, feeling the muscles of his pelvis tighten their strongest yet. The constant sawing of James’ dick against his made the grip on his friend’s butt tighten. “L-looks like we’re going together.”

“A-always…” James barely got a laugh out before the tension of their loins mounted to unbearable heights.

Their muzzles curled into expressions of pleasure, eyes leaking tears as they squinted shut. Both felines gripped each other for dear life. The combined buckling of their hips created thunder claps of muscle and fat colliding. They felt their shafts stiffen, giving one final swell that ballooned them two feet long, and then finally hit that plateau.

FWERRRRT! PFFRT! PFFRT! FWWWEEERRRRTTTTT!

Both feline cocks gave a small pulse, which then lead into an unending gush of release. Had the boys been coherent at the time they might have thought it akin to streaming an orgasm; the flow seemed endless. And yet, the strangest part was that no liquid came out. Instead, the room became drowned in the sputtering squeals of air rushing out of a tight valve.

As if the air releasing out of both boys was the cause, their very surroundings began to alter. The twin beds flattened down into a single mattress, supported by metal flats welded into the far wall. Their suitcases slide around under these cots, hardening into rectangular footlockers. Lamps vanished to be replaced by strings of lights that ran across the edges of the ceiling. Even the TV sunk into another wall where a keypad and controls merged through the plaster to work it. Granted, the plaster and paint were shifting into the stone hardness of steel. It quickly made climaxing on a cold grey floor fairly uncomfortable.

PRRFT! PRRFT! SHLLLLLLLLTTTHHHHHPPPPP!!!

Luckily, they did not keep it up long after their room had changed. What remained of the felines manhoods sputtered out of momentum to promptly collapse in on themselves. The amazing lengths deflated like fleshy balloons, dropping the erected robe tents, until they pulled up into the crotches directly. What little remained of Kevin and James would sink into the furry flesh only to reopen into delicate female flowers.

“Wha-mmphh!?” Tigeriana would wake unsure why she was on the floor with her bunkmate’s tits lodged in her mouth. Normally, these would have been what made life worth waking up to. For some reason, it just bothered her not immediately knowing why they were cuddled together, and still clothed no less.

Plus, much as she loved Cougarella, the buff airhead was super heavy. Once Tigeriana reluctantly shifted her fellow feline away from her mouth, she began to gently knead those delectable boobs. It only took a few squeezes before the cougar’s face flinched and her eyes flickered open to meet Tigeriana’s. A smile crossed over Cougarella’s muzzle as she shifted to better press her chest into her companion’s palms.

“Good morning, blimp butt!” Tigeriana cooed, her voice once more the deep tone of a sexy female angel. Her hands met Cougarella’s gesture with firmer boobs squeezes. “Not that I’m complaining, but any idea what we did last night to end up on the floor together?”

“Nngh! Your guess is as good as mine,” Cougarella replied with her equally deep feminine voice. “I’m not even hungover, so it had nothing to do with bar hopping.”

“We’re still in the middle of deep space. I doubt we swung by a bar.”

“Yeah, well, unless you want something to happen, could you stop groping my girls?”

“But that’s the best part of you to grope!” Tigeriana protested only to get her face pushed away by the squishy pads of Cougarella’s hand.

The pair slowly climbed back onto their feet, boots clanking against the solid hull of their starship. Both took to stretching and stole glances of their sexy muscular bodies in the process. It almost seemed unnecessary. They felt like a million credits despite how they had woken up. Not a single kink or ache in any of their joints to work out. That really made them wonder, but not with too much concern.

Cougarella rubbed at her six-pack of abs through her robe. She might not be tired, but she was starving. If only their galley had any good rations left. “How much longer to Coruscant, babe?”

“Let’s see, whup!” Tigeriana moved for their room monitor and almost ended up tripping back on the floor. She looked down and promptly mewed in disgust at the simple robes entangling her legs. “What the fuck? Someone changed my clothes?”

“Mine too!” Cougarella confirmed after checking herself out.

Without needing to communicate it, both cats straightened up with a sign. Slowly their eyes closed as they entered the deep trance practiced over years of training. Together, they amassed energy from the very cosmos around them, drawing on the life force of the natural order.

FWOOMP!

Frankly, it was an abusive way to use the force, even for jedi on a budget. In one rush of energy, both ladies felt their robes billow out like sails in a wind. The skirts extended out to become puffy and wide, while blouses gained stylized trims and sashes. They looked over their handiwork before gazing at each other, taking turns posing in their modified jedi dresses.

“You look fantastic, babe!”

“Thanks, airhead. Regal gowns are how we jedi act in style.”

Cougarella ran a hand over her face, giggling. “You will never let me live that down, huh?”

“Only when you stop using the force, sorry, the ‘fwoomp’ to blow up our enemies into busty bimbos.”

“Hey, those guys tried to kill us. Frankly, Kevin, I think we’re all better off with more boobs in the galaxy.”

“Yeah, I... mmphh? W-what? Kevin?” Tigeriana’s legs buckled under a wave of dizziness. Luckily, their highly trained reflexes allowed Cougarella to catch her for support. “Wh-who is Kevin, James?”

“I... nyah!” Cougarella flinched as a migraine crashed upon her frontal lobes.

The felines ended up having to support each other while their metallic bedchamber spun out of focus. Through the dimming light, images flashed by in a haze. A pair of young humans were in jedi robes similar to what they woke up in. They were talking to some strange shapeshifter girl with green hair. Suddenly another vision showed them in a cramped looking room. It appeared they had gotten their hands on a sith holocron, which they made the stupid mistake of opening. Lots of fear and anger oozed from the pyramid, along with toxic gas, and then things came back into focus. Cougarella was practically bear hugging Tigeriana, gasping for breath, and a tightness in her ribcage told that her lover was returning the favor.

“The hell was that?” Tigeriana choked out once gulped some fresh air.

“A force vision?” Cougarella glanced around their room, reaching out with her feelings like their masters had taught. Still, she sensed nothing but the fear and confusing Tigeriana projected. It perfectly mirrored the cougar’s own. “You sensed that holocron? We could have just received a warning.”

“I don’t think so.” Tigeriana staggered over to lie on her bed. Breasts wiggled harshly from her still heavy breathing. “That felt oddly familiar, but I don’t recognize those places the boys were in. Maybe we have just glimpsed one of our past lives.”

“Oh, ew!” Cougarella’s disgusted growl caused Tigeriana to sit up confused. “The last thing I want to know is if I was ever a human guy. Gross! They don’t even have fur and they aren’t nearly as curvey as my epic butt.”

The cougar woman turned to present her behind to Tigeriana, giving it a hard smack for good measure. They would have both laughed were they not still feeling uneasy and winded.

“Typical ego trip as always, airhead? Just as well, there is nothing we can do but meditate on it after breakfast.”

“You just said my favorite word!” Cougarella skipped on over to their enforced blast door, which slid open automatically into a lengthier hallway. Something else crossed her mind halfway out the door and she turned back to Tigeriana. “Who is Sorsha anyway? I feel we should know someone by that name?”

“Sorsha?” Tigeriana scratched her chin, lost in thought for several seconds. When nothing surfaced in her clouded thoughts, she gave off a defeated shrug. “Odds are she was one of our past clients. We can look her up in the registry when we go looking for bounties to hunt. I agree, that name feels off.”

“Eh, bounties sound good anyway. If we don’t stretch our muscles they’ll end up shriveling away until I’m left with a wrinkled old kitten to love.”

“Ha! You’ll dry up like a prune long before me if you keep blowing hot air like that.”

Cougarella stuck her tongue out as her official response, twirling to leave, so it was the final say in their conversation. Tigeriana was quick to hop back onto her boots and follow. She was already planning out some makeshift breakfast of dried goods and powdered milks. They were really going to need some big jobs if they hoped to refuel and restock supplies in the next week with how that yapping cougar eats. Ah well, she would not have an elegant tigress for a mate if she was not endearing.

Tigeriana just hoped their next job would not end up with them waking up in an even weirder position.