On the Scene with Neighbors

:

Art by: xchiseaxmargaritax

Beep!

Beep!

BOOOOM!

When Wendel had set his alarm last night, it was not supposed to explode six hours later. The whole building gave off a thunderous tremor that jostled him out of a beautiful dream involving round-bottomed mouse girls. Reacting on pure flight instinct, he leaped from the bed and bound across the room. Plush bunny paws gave that extra spring that allowed him to reach his apartment's door in only a few broad jumps.

Opening the door was a mistake, however, as Wendel became promptly engulfed in a thick cloud of dust. A whole wall of it rushed over him spreading a good ten feet into his living room. Good thing his new furniture from Vixazon was still taking a forever to deliver. Now if only he had a vacuum cleaner added to the list.

After a few seconds, the dust settled enough for Wendel to open his eyes again. The building also seemed to have stopped shaking. Maybe he would not get buried in rubble with just his boxer shorts on. Taking a glance out into the hallway showed it covered with an even thicker layer of fresh dirt, spilling all the way down into his office section of the floor. Of course, Wendel had not bothered to dust that place out yet, so had no concern for damages done in there. His attention was on the mound of dirt at the landing to the service elevator where the whole mess had apparently originated from.

Something large and fluffy was squirming around in that mess, kicking up new clouds in the process.

"Uh...GAH!" Wendel tried to speak only to hack up dust he had not realized collected in his open muzzle. "W-what the hell happened? Are you okay, dude?"

"I think I could use a glass of water, but still not the worse potion reaction that could have happened."

The man stumbled out of his dust pile trying to shake off what excess he could. It was indeed a male, but what species Wendel could spend days guessing. The pointed muzzle and sharp ears looked akin to a fox, but his body was thin and gangly like a rodent. A fluffy tail raised erect to press against the back of their shoulders looking more prominent than the guy himself. Fur color did not help identify him any better. Wendel had no idea what species outside birds had blue and black for their primary colors.

He also wondered what kind of full grown man wears a onesie to bed.

Once the strange guest seemed content with only being covered with a light layer of grey particles, he turned to address Wendel properly. The bunny got even more weirded out by this guy's black sclera. Their yellow iris' seemed to have an extra glow to them brought on by the dusty air as they burned into Wendel's.

"Well, hi there new guy! Has Ta-bitch-a got herself a new squatter or a prisoner? Mind you she's rarely friendly to either, might have even eaten the last bum that tried camping out here. I've never been able to confirm that."

"I...wha...bwah?" Wendel felt a twinge of anger bubble under his thoughts. He had no idea if it was from being referred to as a bum or the insult to his new landlord and friend.

Or it could have been the notion this blue weirdo is why his hallway was flooded with dust. Wendel decided to go with that.

"I'm Wendel Blackwill, and I am renting this floor, you nutjob! It's the future site of my magazine...actually the real question is; who the fuck are you!?"

"Oh...you poor thing. No wonder the walls were shaking so much the other day. I had a feeling Tabitha was doing some kind of exercise, eh?" Wendel would have turned red, but his face was too dirty for it to be noticeable. The droop of his ears, however, did not escape the other anthros smug grin. "Well, hey, congratulations on surviving the monster mash. The name's Desmond Fallout. Mind if I use your bathroom?"

For some reason, the casual question brought Wendel's attention, and ire, back to the forefront. "Use my bathroom!?"

"Thanks, Wendel, new buddy!"

Wendel stared blankly ahead while Desmond walked past giving him a pat on the shoulder. The small cloud of dust this generated was about the only part of Wendel that moved for a bit. All implications of what had just transpired did not register until bunny ears shot up at hearing his bathroom door close and lock. By then there was little point in shouting threats, though calling the police might make him feel better. At least until it came time to clean up the dust.

"Hope that dick has a vacuum," Wendel muttered to himself, directing his gaze to the floor. Grey powder threatened to engulf his paws, and it only got deeper stepping out into the hallway. Wendel did wonder what that blue bastard had been up to, but that was drowned under the more pressing concern of how they were going to clean everything up.

CLINK!

"Hmm?"

Wendel found his paw-toes had knocked into some kind of cell phone. At least, it was the closest thing he could consider the little device. It had over a dozen more frontal buttons than any he had ever seen, with an apparent lack of a frame for the sizeable five-inch screen that made up most of it.

It was safe to assume the thing belonged to Desmond. Wendel snatched it up, both out of curiosity for its design and hopes to have leverage for the cleaning of his floor space. Hearing the bathroom door open, he turned to walk back inside his apartment. Attention was more on the device than the clean blue squirrel-thing trying to close the bathroom door before Wendel noticed the muddy floor.

"Hey, Desmond? What is this crazy thing?"

"Huh!? Oh, that's my..." Desmond's jaw dropped taking in the sight of Wendel pressing random buttons on his 'cell phone.' "You really don't want to be hitting that thing randomly!"

"Why-?"

ZAAP!

The strange device's screen glowed a dull green before everything went white. Wendel gave out a sharp curse as he staggered back in a blind daze. He dropped the device in a reactionary and useless attempt to rub his sight back. This had the unfortunate side effect of Desmond's gadget smashing onto his foot. That combined with sudden heavy weights pulling at his chest tripped Wendel into a painful landing on his backside. Ignoring this newfound pain, Something felt a bit off about sitting on the hardwood floor; almost like his butt covered a lot more space.

"Oh no no no no!!" Wendel's ears twitched hearing Desmond's paws pad across the room towards him. "Please be alright!"

"I..hrk...I think I'm fine, just dazed." Wendel blinked rapidly, glad to white fade into more blurred images. Not so reassuring was seeing Desmond's shape had stopped a few feet away to pick up his dropped device. Cradling it like a newborn, Wendel could catch the glint of reflective cracks on it as his eyesight improved.

"Ugh! Not another one. Jason is going to kill me."

Wendel's ears flopped back in a grumpy pout. "Oh, yeah. I'm just fine, asshole. Don't even care about the guy whose home you're wrecking. Any more ways you can screw up my day? It's only seven...A.M.?"

It was interesting that Wendel needed six sentences to realize his voice no longer sounded anything like he was used too. The pitch had become too soft, having a nearly childish squeal in his anger. After a moment's confusion, he tried to reach up to feel his face, only to bump into something huge and jiggly.

"What the...fuck?"

A glance down found Wendel no longer had a clear view of his lap. Hanging off the rabbit's chest was a pair of breasts beyond standard measurements. They hung low on the rabbit's chest easily dwarfing his head in size, nipples popping out a bright pink amongst the pelt of soft brown fur. Both hands shook as they slowly cupped each breast. Their weight generated a foreign pull of gravity that made Wendel think of flower sacks, but with an almost putty consistency spilling around his palms.

Once Wendel confirmed he had spontaneously grown tits another, more horrifying, idea crossed his mind. His hands released the heavyweights to dive into the unseeable space between his thighs. Fortunately, the way his extensively wider hips stretched his boxers and made it easy to feel along the soft bulge of a camel's toe in his groin.

"What. The. FUCK!?" Wendel's banshee cry spooked Desmond to stand attention. She wanted to get up just as fast, but certain sagging obstructions made it fairly difficult. Not to mention the way childbearing hips forced her into a girlish stance. "Desmond!? What happened to me?"

"You turned into a girl."

"...uh..." The blunt, emotionless way that answer was delivered nearly sent Wendel's brain into 'shut down' mode. Not helping was the way the blue jerk stared at her like it was a very pointless question to ask. "WHY!?"

"Well, you know; some people carry pepper spray, others bring a taser." Desmond held up the broken device, pointing at it with an air of pride. "I, personally, think there's no better deterrent than getting zapped into a bimbo...or a circus clown, or an anime cat girl, or a unicorn, or..."

"I get it!" Wendel heaved deep breaths, eyes almost glued to the way it shifted her chest around each time.

At least the damn machine had done the courtesy of cleaning dust from her fur with the transformation. Only now everything felt cold on her bare breasts. There was certainly nothing in her piles of floor clothes to cover a bosom this ripe. Just resting her hands on them felt incredibly tender. Gentle strokes helped a little bit, causing her puffed bunny tail to shudder from jolts of pleasure. Wendel glanced back at Desmond still trying to fumble with the buttons in hopes to get it working.

"C-could you...help rub the tension out of these?"

Desmond hit two more buttons, then stopped with a blank stare before glancing up at her. "...what?"

"Could...could you fix this please!?" Wendel jerked her head away to hide the blush overtaking it. She tried to crush the thought, but just looking at the guy really made her want Desmond to come over and give her tits a good squeeze...among other things. "Please fix this now! Please?"

Desmond laughed awkwardly watching the overly busty girl fidget from paw to paw. The swinging weight of her breasts was hypnotic, and he blushed feeling some morning wood get triggered by them. "N-normally I could change you in one click, but it's kind of broken now. It's going to be a while before I can even get this thing fixed."

Wendel licked her lips catching sight of the tent slowly being pitched in Desmond's onesie. An epic battle of desires was taking place in her befuddled mind, with her priorities shifting fast. "...no."

"Afraid so," Desmond said as his attention went back to his device. Mostly to stop staring at such a curvy bunny's jerking movements. "See, my roommate is actually the one that made this thing for me. Without a blueprint or something, I don't know where to begin the repairs."

"No...no..." Wendel's lungs jiggled her breasts in their rapid heaves for breath. The soft touch of her foot pads made her steps nearly impossible to hear on approach to Desmond.

"Yeah, to make matters worse; she's on a trip to Las Vegas for a convention. I would have gone with but only got over a cold yesterday. It could be up to a week before you're back to being a g-GACH!?"

By the time Wendel's boobs had poked into Desmond's view it was already too late. Her hand had shot up to pinch tightly at one of his pointed ears, using the sensitive lobe to drag his face right into the canyon her mounds formed. The realization that this might not be an easily reversed condition brought back a spark of her male self that burned deep in her stomach.

"Look 'buddy,' you just broke my ceiling, trashed my floor, and gave me tits. If you can't fix all these things in like ten seconds, you...you're just going to have to fuck me!"

Desmond squirmed, but the tight grip on his ear kept that vulpine snout deep in rabbit cleavage. "Look, Wendel was it? The ceiling and dirt are no problem. I'll have that patched up easy. We don't need to tell Tabitha about any of this, cause we're still in debt to her for the repairs on her car that one time...wait, what?"

Desmond glanced over the crest of Wendel's mounds to find her expression mirroring his confusion.

Wendel gulped for air taking several seconds to figure out her own words. It was then she realized the fire inside her burned not from anger, but an entirely new organ man did not regularly deal with. And now that she noticed it, there was no way to ignore the damp heat of her loins. Doing so just seemed to make her insides radiate stronger. The very muscles of her vaginal tunnel twitched from an itch she did not know how to scratch.

"W-what's going on? Nggh! I can't think straight." Wendel's free hand rubbed her crotch again. She gasped at finding her boxers now soaked over the area. A thick smell of musk lingered on her fingers as she inspected the fluids. "What's happening to me?"

"Awww hell," Desmond whined, picking up the scent just as easily despite having a nose smothered in boobs. "It didn't just gender bend you. I think you accidentally activated the heat cycle setting too."

"Heat!?" The echoing of the word brought many feelings upon Wendel. Having grown up with sisters made her no stranger to the estrous cycle. The boys they brought back never walked out straight. She just never wanted to share in such an experience, especially from this perspective.

There was dread, yet great excitement riling up inside her. Conflicts clashed all at once since her masculine mind was losing the fight to control hormones it had no idea how to cope with. Having the scent of an aroused male in her face certainly made her body cry out harder for its needs. If anything she began to only see one solution to many problems this morning.

"And you're saying this is going to last me for a week!?"

"Or until you get laid," Desmond said with a shrug and nervous smile. His tail promptly dropped seeing Wendel's eyes narrow, her hand pinching harder on his ear. "Yip! I mean...that wasn't really me trying to imply-YIP!"

Wendel promptly turned to lead Desmond along by sharp ear tugs. Luckily they only needed to go about a dozen steps before she released his tender earlobe. Before Desmond could even reach up to nurse it, Wendel gave him a hard shove to land face first on the soft bed of his studio.

"What are...yyyyeeeeeee..." Desmond trailed off into a soft whine. Soon as he rolled over onto his back, there was nothing but the sight of Wendel wiggling out of her tight boxers. That plump bunny butt bulged into a shelf as she hunched forward, peeling the fabric off to kick it onto one of many dirty piles of laundry. The scent of her sex began filling up the room now that it was glistening bare in the morning light.

And the sight of Desmond's tent raising higher sure prompted a fresh stream of fluid to leak down Wendel's thighs.

"I am NOT spending a week holed up in here and horny. Nor do I have the clothes to find someone I might actually like at a bar. YOU did this, so either you lose the onesie, or I'm going in after that!" Wendel pointed sternly at Desmond's boner, looking demonic in her twitching grin.

Desmond gulped looking from Wendel's horrifyingly cute face to her moist vagina and back. "Can't we just cuddle?"

"The hard way it is!" Wendel knelt to partially vanish under her bed. A soft giggle floated up after her. "Heh, hard..."

Usually, Desmond would have been equally immature, but that was for when a woman did not jump up holding a pair of scissors over his crotch. Instincts told him to run but were held back for fear of getting the goods damaged. A few quick snips in his pajamas allowed a yellow canine penis to spring out at half mast.

Wendel gave a bemused huff that washed Desmond's head in tickling warm breathe. "Do I dare ask why your doodle is yellow?"

"Well, see, there's a long story behind that with..."

"Yeah. Shut up, banana dick."

The bed groaned softly along with Desmond. Both had to shift awkwardly to take on Wendel's weight as she climbed atop them. Any thoughts of escaping were dashed by her hands pinning Desmond's to the mattress. The hefty load of Wendel's tits spilled across his scrawny chest was more than enough pressure to keep him in place.

Wendel grinned, trying to calm Desmond's nerves with a light kissing across the cheek. The destructive jerk might lose his boner if she kept up the angry fuming. Not that he seemed overly intimidated by her verbal lashings. A little shaking of boob in his face and a straddling of hips got Desmond plenty excited enough for a full erection. More so when Wendel had to grip the yellow canine penis by hand to guide it against the dripping folds of her pussy. The annoying swell of her breasts made seeing their organs a bit of a problem from this position.

At least there was a decent length to Desmond's dick. Once Wendel was sure it was poking into the right hole she took a deep breath and let gravity take over. Her butt settled it's soft cheeks across Desmond's lap so she could envelop his member down to his balls. Muscles instinctively tensed feeling the tapered head rubbed against them, electing a long moan through clenched teeth.

"Uuugh! F-fuck! Is...is it supposed to hurt?"

Wendel panted softly giving her hips a little shake. The soft grinding of Desmond's cock felt so delightful at finally getting that itch scratched. At the same time, there was a sharp sting to the intrusion, especially around the lips of her opening. Moving around seemed to help dull the pain a little, perhaps contributing to stretch her insides to accommodate a man's girth.

"W-well, technically it is your first time, right?" Desmond offered only to get an angry stare. "I mean as a girl it's a first time. The transformations always like to 'reset' the bits down there no matter what you do."

Wendel sighed, relaxing with a soft giggle. Her shifting turned into a hard buck against Desmond's balls. That got a sheepish gasp out of the blue guy under her. "And how often do guys turn into girls around you?"

"More often then the police believe," Desmond said as he gingerly rubbed along the front of Wendel's dominating tits. A light brush over their erect nipples quickly had Wendel's hands riding on top of his to encourage some kneading. "It happens to me at least once a week. Hell, I..I think I have a top I can loan you."

"Mmph!" Wendel made a mental note to put out a restraining order on Desmond, and possibly his roommate after they got her back to normal.

First things first, she needed a good fuck before having any hope of a typical day. The bed began to rock sharply in time to Wendel's humps increasing their intensity. Her rear and breasts jiggled violently each time she fell down upon Desmond's lap. Getting her cunny speared made the bunny's large front teeth bite her lower lip. Any trace of pain soon became less than a dull tingle, allowing her nerves to focus on the jolts racing through her pelvis.

"Hagh nggh gah!" Two minutes later Wendel found herself struggling to stay on that high, much less approach a crescendo. The weight of giant tits sloshing about was putting a painful strain on her already tender flesh. Plus she was losing feeling in her paw-toes with the way sitting on her knees made both legs burn.

Desmond gulped softly watching her struggles. Of course, he had been enjoying not having to do anything while a crazed rabbit humped his stick. But at this rate, she might end up hurting one or both of them. "Not as easy as it looks on the internet, huh?"

Wendel slumped onto Desmond's lap, glaring at him through heated gasps. Desmond's ears folded back, enforcing the friendly smile he kept to hopefully show sincerity.

"Want me to take over?"

That made Wendel jerk, apparently not expecting such a question. Her eyes and hands drifted back to feel along the swell of her backside glistening in a coat of their sex juices. After a prolonged pause for consideration, she turned back to with a pleading look. That cute bunny face bobbed once in a curt nod.

"Okay, hold onto that ass."

"DOOK!?"

Holding on was about all Wendel could do when Desmond suddenly gave her tits a hard shove. They rolled together in a tangled cluster of naked fur and limbs until her back hit the sheets with a muffled thud.

By some miracle, Desmond had remained inside Wendel through the whole motion. Propping himself with a hand on both of Wendel's tender nipples, he could not help enjoying an overhead view of such a plush bunny body.

Another angry pout from Wendel put a stop to that fast. Desmond's hands slid down to squeeze at the fat of her butt. That helped to keep her generally steady as his hips began rocking back and forth. Their fucking resumed in rising earnest to make the bed squeak with each hard slap into Wendel's crotch.

"Aagh! Aaah! Fuck-hah!"

Saliva dripped from Wendel's mouth as she clenched the bed sheets under her. She had not expected it to feel so much better on the bottom. Granted Desmond was oddly not filling her like before, but he still managed to poke the right spots with that canine head of his. The fire inside her loins had ignited in a renewed blaze, climbing to new peeks Wendel thought impossible.

Desmond sure enjoyed watching that angry scowl melt into an adorably stupified O-face. At the same time, he had to be a bit more focused now that his knot had swollen the base of his cock. This gender bent bunny had been angry before, coming down from a lusty high tied to your problems for an hour would probably hurt for both of them. Judging by the cute little groans with each hard grind into the bedding, Wendel did not seem to mind taking half a stick anyway.

"Oooh, NGGH!!" As if to emphasize the notion Wendel arched her back in a sudden spasm of pleasure. Hands flew up to grasp each breast trying and failing to keep them from flopping about. But as that spark of pleasure passed her breaths became shallow and rapid. The muscles of her cunny gave an involuntary contraction that grew tighter with each drive of Desmond's cock. Everything below her tapered waist became tense, paw toes curling while she reached a plateau. "Dooook! Oh fff-gah! I...I think I'm...aagh...I'm...I'm gonna…"

Very few things were as hot as watching Wendel's face trying to fight back her first female orgasm. That alone caused Desmond to feel the pressure mount behind his balls for their own upcoming release. Taking this as a cue, Desmond picked up the pace of his humping to a wild buck. Their bodies bounced against bed springs with each hard thrust. Musky mixed juices of their yiffing splashed against Desmond's knot as it pushed hard against those tight vaginal lips. It's desperation to get inside Wendel just barely denied, but it did a great job tweaking the sensitive nub above Wendel's slit.

A few more hard bucks like that was all Wendel could take before her abs gave a hard crunch. The muscles of her insides squeezed in rhythmic pulses to milk Desmond's cock harder with each thrust and slide out.

"Oooh! Nggh NGGGAAAHH!! Haah HAAH HAAAH AAAAHH! FUCK AAAGH NGGGHH!!"

Desmond rocked his own head back in a silent howl to the ceiling. The rabbit's insides were doing a great job massaging his yellow member for all he was worth. It would have been a little sweeter without the high pitched squealing, but that still did not hinder his pleasure. In fact, the rapid milking did not allow him to enjoy it much before the bulging knot tensed in a rush of pressure that nearly doubled it in size. Realizing what this meant Desmond jerked his hips back to pop out of Wendel entirely a split second before the last barrier broke.

"GACK! What the fu-DOOK!?"

Wendel had no time to sink into afterglow before something warm and sticky splattered into her face, narrowly missing an eye. Another stream of slick goo left a shimmering glaze across the crest of her right breast. The third and final shot smacked weakly into her stomach where it pooled into her belly button. Propping weakly on her elbows, Wendel's enlarged front teeth stuck out in a fuming growl to find Desmond panting over her. A steady stream of jizz was still dripping down the length of his cock onto the fur of her lower thighs.

"Ew! Fucking gross, Desmond! Did you seriously have to come on my face!?"

Desmond took several deep breaths needing to recover from his own orgasm. When he did, the angry scowl was surprisingly returned.

"Oh, I'm sorry? I wasn't aware you wanted it deposited inside you. It is true what they say about bunnies and multiplying?"

"Mmph!" The fact some stereotypes were true held back Wendel's remark. Her aching heat was gone, making it a little easier to think straight. But now remembering the generous amount of nieces and nephews in her family was killing her post-pleasure mood. "You still didn't have to spray me like some bitch."

"Your words not mine," Desmond muttered, ignoring Wendel's growl. "Also you ripped my onesie."

"You flooded my place with dirt!!"

"Speaking of which, we probably shouldn't waste time trying to figure out who's fault this is..."

"YOURS!"

"But hey, how about we get cleaned up, I'll take care of the dirty hallway and we can go eat breakfast. Get to know each other a bit better over free eggs. My treat?"

Wendel sat up fully watching Desmond step back like he was expecting a lunch. He was not wrong. Wendel's new body was just too sore for a follow through.

"How about you clean up your mess, and I don't see you again until your roommate is ready to rip these boobs off my chest?"

"A little violent, but fair." Desmond's gaze dropped pensively to Wendel's chest, prompting the bunny to slap her hands over her nipples. "Are you sure you don't want to borrow a bra of mine? You'd be surprised how much elasticity I have to prepare for."

"No. I doubt I would be after this." Wendel still joined in staring thoughtfully at the brown udders blanketing much of her stomach. Their sloshing weight foretold this would be a very long, weird, week. "But a bra would be appreciated, please."