A Cheesy Date

(contains full moon curses, male to female TG, huge hips, and booze)

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Multiple hisses sounded off across the table. A musical number of fresh beer bottles having their caps ripped off, ending with the chorus of glass clinking together.

“Cheers!” The five patrons cried before downing their respective drinks. Another hard day of work had ended and the group of office workers were all too happy to spend their Wednesday night on a few drinks.

One in particular, a middle-aged man with brown hair, celebrated his coming day off a little too well. His neck kept on flexing heavy slogs of booze long after the others had finished their swigs. Only when the last few drops left the bottle did he set the empty container back on the table alongside five other companions. To his credit, no loud, disgusting burp followed, though he swayed unevenly in his chair.

“Geez, Joe. What happened today that got you hitting it so hard?”

Joe shook his head, which rippled across his whole body. It didn’t seem to help repress the clear drunken stupor he’d gotten himself into. This wasn’t a completely plastered case, but it took him two tries to focus on the concerned darker friend sitting beside him.

“N-nothing, really. Just the typical... all garbage the boss makes us work on.” He shook his head again, checking the other bottles in case some leftover beer still rested within. “Besides, alcohol helps me sleep and I need to call it an early night.”

“Already?” Said another guy from across the table. “You don’t even work tomorrow.”

“T-true, but I need to-WHOAH!” Joe attempted the age old challenge of doing two things at once, only to fail at rising out of his chair while speaking. Luckily, their table was bolted to the floor for a decent weight support. “I need to get home before it’s too late.”

“Got a curfew to keep?” another guy mocked, though the others gave a slightly annoyed look at teasing an inebriated friend. Picking up on this, his tone quickly changed. “Besides, no way we’re letting you drive home like that.”

“It’s fine. I got him covered.” A softer voice spoke up from the seat on Joe’s other side. Thinner hands and arms wrapped around his bicep to help hoist the dizzy man onto his feet.

“Thanks Chris,” he said, looking at the blond woman’s high cut hair before finding her brown eyes.

Christine returned his uneven smile. “Not a problem. Let’s get you home and I can drive you back here to get your car in the morning.”

“I take the bus…”

“Even better. We can drive for breakfast instead.”

“Oh. Um... okay?”

The rest of the table watched them leave, looking almost like a couple in a warm embrace. But this wasn’t a movie and Joe had a hefty weight advantage on Christine. It took what muscle power she had not to let the stumbling drunkard fall over. She might end up crushed under him.

“Sheesh!” The third guy mumbled once the bar doors closed. “You think he’s that oblivious to what Christine wants when he’s sober too?”

“Probably,” the teaser paused for more beer consumption. “She’s been dogging him for weeks and the subtlety went clear over his head. I bet she’s only been coming with us hoping for a chance like this.”

Soft chuckling brought the two men’s attention over to their third remaining friend. White teeth flash from ear to ear as if he’d just heard a joke. “That girl does not know what kind of tree she’s been barking up.”

“Okay. What context are we missing here?”

After a bit more beer drinking, the third friend shared a quick story that soon had the other two in disbelief, yet nearly laughing off their chairs at the implications.

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“Just… off right here.” Joe tried to point for emphasis on his directions, becoming enthralled by the way his finger dragged across the passenger window glass. “Hope it’s not too late now.”

“You really are on a tight schedule, huh?” Chris patted his leg, enjoying the feel of its muscle under the denim. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you home in time for whatever appointment you have.”

“Hm? Oh. I don’t have any plans. I just… don’t enjoy being out during full moons.”

“The what?” Chris had been busy fantasizing excuses on how she’d slip into Joe’s apartment for some ‘coffee’ and a night on the couch, but that answer proved unexpected enough to demand some focus. She shifted her gaze out her own door window, watching the large white ball still climbing over the horizon. “What’s so special about that? Are you a werewolf or something?”

“Mmhmmmmmm!” Joe gave an odd mix of cough and giggle that seemed to travel through a range of pitches in an instant. “Something like that. It’s super annoying.”

The blond woman stared at the road they were on, trying to process this answer. She soon joined in the giggling. “Wow. I heard you were just a tired drunk. The booze gives you a damn crazy imagination too.”

“Huh? Oh. I thought you knew.” Joe coughed again. This time, it seemed to permanently shift his voice into a higher range. “Guess I can thank the company for cracking down on the gossip.”

“Wait. You serious?” Chris risked a glance over at Joe, who nodded several times more than necessary. “And everyone at the office knows about this little joke?”

“It’s not a joke. I try to avoid being around them as much as possible because it gets so weird.” Joe groaned and spasmed from some kinda cramp in his lower body. After it settled, one hand passed over his forehead. He looked to be sweating heavily for a cool evening. “That’s why I’d rather just get home before the moon is up.”

“Oh. Hate to say it, but it’s been up for a few minutes now.”

“Ah. That… explains the itching.” Another giggle devolved into a strange guttural noise as Joe held one hand so close to his face it squished his nose. “Hee hee! Watch this. This is neat.”

“Holy shit!” Chris glanced over when Joe pulled back the sleeve of his raised hand. She did a prompt double take that nearly lost control of the car.

It was hard to make out in the dim evening lights of the car dashboard at first. Slowly the bright peach of skin seemed blotched with inklings of a brown tone that rapidly spread to encompass everything from fingertips down to the areas still hiding by his shirt. Chris had to almost lean in after switching lanes in order to process this was actually a fine layer of fur. Fingernails extended out in what normally took months of growth, gaining a slight curve to make them milky claws.

“Y-you really are a werewolf?” Chris broke into a fevered laugh. The idea of suddenly being privy to supernatural information was exciting, but another thought rang some alarm bells. “You’re not about to go crazy and eat me at sixty miles an hour?”

“Oh, pssshhh!” Joe waved the furry hand dismissively with his best motorboat impression. The extremity seemed a lot thinner than a few seconds ago, although the bright fur overtaking his face was a lot more distracting. “I function just fine even after becoming that jerk. The drinking is to just keep them from making things too weird.”

“Ah. Cool.” Chris returned most of her attention to driving. She followed Joe’s instructions off the highway into a suburb. “I didn’t expect to fuck a werewolf tonight, but this might be cooler.”

“What?”

“This is your place, right?”

“Um…” Joe turned to look out his side window as they slowed to a parking spot. His nose smushed against the glass because of his jaw bones elongating. “Yup. That’s the one. Thanks for getting me here in time.”

“Not a problem. Let me help you inside.”

“It’s no problem. You don’t have…” Joe jumped with a surprised squeak when his passenger door suddenly opened. Either Chris was a fast runner or the drunken transformation was really throwing off his perception of time.

“Don’t be silly. I have to make sure you’re safe and sou-WHOAH!?” Chris had pulled with all her might, which surprised both of them as Joe came flying out of the seat light as a feather. She flusters apologies helping the changing man to his feet, only to blink at finding he now stood below eye level with her. “What the… Are you getting smaller!?”

“Heehee. You know it.” Joe’s voice became bubbly and almost childish to match its higher pitch. Now that he was out of the car it was easier to see a lot had changed during their drive over. Along with a foot of height, he seemed to have lost over a hundred pounds. The work shirt and pants hung like blankets over his thin furry frame with shoes flopping so much they could slide right off. “I’m so smol the other guys keep saying I’m adorable.”

“Uh, huh? Right.” An awkward pause filled the night air only broken by the door open ping from Chris’ car. The now taller woman needed a moment to cope with her fantasies of riding a big buff stud literally shrinking before her eyes.

By the time the sizing part of his transformation stopped, he was barely reaching Chris’ chest, trying to gaze up at her through long bushy bangs of chestnut brown hair. At least that part had grown in the process. Joe normally kept his hair finely shaved and was pretty badly bald around the top. Seeing all that covered with a spurting of unnatural growth was amazing in its own right. Although having a narrow muzzle growing out from the low hang in front ruined the mood. It reminded Chris of old cartoons with the hippie characters in them.

“This... this is fine.” She laughed nervously, unsure how to feel when Joe joined in with an airheaded giggle. After getting a firm grip under his thinner arms, Chris led them both along the sidewalk and staircase up to his apartment. The whole time she couldn’t help wondering if his shoulders had contracted too.

The door clicked open after the fifth time Joe tried and aligned his key into the locks. Chris let him stagger out of their embrace into the little living room. Shoes were sent flying with a one-two kick for hard thuds against the wall. She couldn’t help glancing down to note the furry little feet barely poking out from the loose pant legs. He only had four toes now that were nearly of even length with claws like his hands. They practically resembled paws.

Joe continued walking through his living room before suddenly twisting to look back at Chris. They were seemingly surprised or confused to find her still standing on his doormat. “Want to come in?”

Now there was a question Chris had to pause and consider thoroughly. The strange fuzzy creature whose mouth was steadily pushing out longer and narrower was a far cry from what she’d hoped for tonight. Clearly, this situation has gotten well out of control with no idea what to expect next.

“Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

Of course, curiosity always got the better of her. Chris slipped on past the threshold enough to gently close the door behind her. When she looked back, Joe’s ears were growing out of the bushel of hairs, migrating up his head. The lobes were already gone, but they didn’t have the acute tips expected of a wolf. Instead, they were getting really round like plates.

“So you wanna watch an anime?” Joe said with a yawning squeak, apparently oblivious to the intently fierce gaze he was getting. “Or we co-ooooOOOOOGGGAAAHHH!!”

Not the majestic call Chris would have expected from a werewolf either. Another failed checkbox on a list of cliches that should have been happening.

Joe was a bit too occupied struggling with the clasp of his belt to worry about keeping to tropes. It took a minute for Chris to see through his flailing that some other changes were occurring. The waistband remained loose while the hips were pushing out completely taut. She could actually hear the seams strain and pop from the pressure of the expanding mass over his weak animal groans.

“Argh! C-can you rip my pants off?”

“... what?” Twenty minutes ago Chris would have loved to be asked that. Now she was just more confused than ever.

Joe’s discomfort became a bit more understanding when he turned to present Chris with an ass bloating out the back of their jeans. The twin cheeks were positively huge, flowing with the wider span of his hips with more fat than muscle. Denim squeezed his gaining flesh stubbornly tight, leaving nothing about their curves to the imagination.

Not to mention the lump wiggling about under the fabric at the top of the absolute shelf of a butt. Its desperate attempts at escape only increased as it inflated.

“It’s growing in and I can’t get the damn belt undone. J-just help me get them off, please!”

“Uh, okay?”

Chris needed a second to steel herself before approaching such an impossibly thick bottom. She got up behind the changing man, trying to gently dig both hands into their waistband. There was practically no slack to them at all. His expanded hips ate up all the room they could afford and then some. Joe wasn’t helping make it any less weird with his squeaking moans of pleasure having the sensitive fur rubbed.

Eventually their combined pulls wrangled the jeans off Joe. Somehow, setting his backside free to the naked air made it look even fatter. Tan fur flashed off the living room lamp light in a soft jiggle as a long snake-like tail that sprung out. It collided with Chris’s thighs before thumping its tip against the ground where the discarded pants lay crumpled.

“Wait, a fucking second!” At first Chris just thought the tail hadn’t finished transforming, but after several seconds of watching it flick around like a fuzzy worm she realized it looked more akin to another animal species. “You’re not a-mmmphh!!”

By that point, Joe had pivoted out of his pants in a one-eighty. Their protruding chest squished hard against Chris’ breasts with a tight hug and a drunken kiss on the lips. The act nearly sent them both toppling over since Joe’s now inferior height required the office woman to try supporting them both. If anything, she was more surprised by how well a pointed muzzle could wrap around human lips. Too bad all the damn whiskers itched like hell.

“Gah!” Burning in Chris’ oxygen deprived lungs gave her the refocus to pull the furry little creature off her body. After a lot of blinking, her eyes got a full look at Joe’s new form and she found the muscles in her jaw going slack. “W-why are you a mouse!?”

Joe’s rounded ears flicked against her ample, silky hair. They seemed almost confused by the question, taking a second to look down at themselves in a baggy button shirt and then looking back up with a smile that showed off two large front teeth. “What? You thought I was a werewolf or something? Damn, that’d be so much more awesome than being a short stack bitch.”

“A… short stack… what?” Chris glanced down again, noticing something, before Joe turned in a drunken swagger towards the kitchen. Well, more like she noticed a lack of something. “You turned into a woman!?”

“Oh, gosh, you are so cute for a weirdo.” Joe gave off a bubbly giggle as she vanished around a corner with a hard bump of her hip, tail cracking the air like it was giving a wave. “Didn’t the boobs give you a clue?”

“I…” Chris glanced at the empty area leading into the kitchen. A stray memory recalled the meshing of their tight embrace. She stared down at her own chest still feeling the warmth of their soft connection. “Why do you have boobs?”

When Joe returned, it was in blue briefs clinging tightly to her pelvis and a t-shirt that, while smaller, still hung loosely on her short body. Now and then, the low collar flashed a pair of mounds way larger than their human company’s hiding underneath.

Chris almost didn’t notice the two glasses of sparkling gold liquid until she was offered one. Considering the past twenty minutes, it was understandable that she drank half its contents without even asking. “Mmh! Apple cider and whiskey?”

“One of my favorites. Goes down smoother than beer.” Joe’s sharp muzzle cracked another smile, taking her drink in smaller sips. “Gosh! This is so cool. We haven’t had company in mouse state for years now. Stupid Joe-me keeps thinking everyone will find it weird.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Chris said, taking another chug to mask her sarcasm. “Should I be worried you’re talking about yourself in the third person?”

“What? Nah! It’s not like I’m a split personality or something.” Joe’s whiskers twitched for a second. “At least I don’t think we are. It could just be the beers talking or, HEY! You wanna watch some anime?”

“The what?” For being so small, Chris didn’t expect Joe to take her free hand in theirs and nearly toss her across the living room onto the couch. Even more amazing was how that aggressive act didn’t spill a drop of hard cider. “You know, I really shouldn’t stay up too late. I got work in the morning and then maybe we can go… get your… car… or bus… what are you doing?”

“You’re going already?” At some point, Joe had dropped their glass on the coffee table and climbed onto the remaining couch cushions to face Chris on all fours. Their eyes had suddenly become glossy with the tears of sadness, rounded ears flopped against the side of her pointed face while lips quivered on the verge of a breakdown.

Being able to clearly see Joe’s hanging breasts through the collar of her shirt didn’t help Chris, either. This bottom curvy bombshell had no trace of the man she had been hoping to be railing in bed right now. Even a short werewolf would have been better.

“Fine! Turn on the TV.”

A delighted squeak resounded from Joe as she bounced off the bed and began queuing up Netflix. Chris crossed her legs, taking another large gulp of cider, nostrils flaring with a large exhale. Was that adorable child act practiced or just something that came with the transformation? Either way, it was amazingly effective at deflating her angry hormones.

“This is going to be so good!” Before long Joe plopped her fat butt back beside Chris, promptly scooting up so their sides pressed together. Her rodent tail flipped over across the human’s lap where it gave an occasional twitch. “I don’t think I’ve ever had girl company before. All the guys that tolerate me on full moons just want a fuck my bubble butt. Can you believe it?”

“Yeah… I… That’s horrible.” Chris coughed away her guilt and finished her drink. Apparently, she was about to watch something called ‘Shield Hero’ on the TV. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Oh! Don’t be! The sex is usually fantastic!” Joe broke out in a laughter that had more squeaks than human noises. Both hers and Chris’ face were red for different reasons. “And if they get too rough or something I just threaten to make them weremice with a single claw scratch.”

“You can do that?” Chris immediately felt guilty trying to edge away from Joe’s relaxed embrace, but that only made the mouse girl laugh again.

“Of course not! But then again, how many of you know another weremouse?”

“Oh!” Chris chuckled as she slowly eased back against Joe’s body.

“Did you wanna have sex?”

“Hrrrkk!!” Chris reeled against the couch armchair, dropping the empty glass in her knee jerk panic.

“Hah! Knew it!” Joe scooted her butt along the cushions, laying herself entirely against Chris in a pincer. “Fun part about an animal’s nose is smelling everyone’s hormones. We could have planned something if I’d known you even liked me.”

“Yeah, well, jokes on me then.” Chris pushed back, so they were at least straightened out on the couch. That didn’t stop Joe from absently patting them on the shoulder and waist. She had to admit those claws felt really nice after a long workday. “You’re going to change back in the morning, right?”

“Oooooh. Of course, I can! Hah!” The mouse giggled before their drunken mind gradually put together the implication. “I can change whenever I want except on full moons. They kinda force it and all. Are you planning breakfast with me?”

“Yeah. Let’s go with that.” Chris scoffed, unable to hide a grin. She reached down for the empty glass, waving it in the inebriated mouse woman’s pointed face. “In the meantime, can I get another of these? Preferably in a bigger glass, please.”