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"I can't believe I agreed to come with you," Abby spat, venom filling her tone. "The only vegetarian-friendly food vendor in this whole place was right outside the pavilion, and now I'm gonna starve to death because you made us leave there!"



"Stop being so dramatic," I told her as we walked, although I knew she had a point. The hundred-and-fuck degree heat had made us all exhausted and our clothing drenched with sweat, and there was little shade along the fair's pathway. "Besides, we may as well keep going; we're as far from the first rest area as we are to the next one, according to the map."



I heard Kimma groan from behind me. "Ugh, more walking? Are you serious?"



"Hey, you know I'm on a weight loss plan; walking is a big part of that."



"Dammit, Deanna!" Abby snarled, halting the group's motion. "Did you seriously make us trek through this dumb fair just so you could keep to your exercise program?"



I blinked. That wasn't the case at all! "What? No! That's not—"



I was again cut off, this time by Kimma pushing past me to front Abby. "C'mon, girls! Can you please not make our situation any more miserable than it is already?"







"Hey!" I jumped back in to defend Kimma, who looked hurt by the insult. "At least she forgot to shower from how much she wanted to see us. All you've ever wanted to do in our company is use Instagram!" I curled my lip. "Some friend, huh?"



Abby flared her nostrils at me but didn't say anything back, instead clenching her fists as though she was about to punch me. I shot her a cross look and planted my feet firmly in the ground. If she wanted a fight, then she was going to get one.



"It looks like you ladies need a bit of fun!"



At the sudden sound of a voice nearby, we all looked around for the source to locate a man standing less than ten feet away, no doubt within earshot. He stood in front of a tented craft booth with a miniature art studio set up under its shade.



I realized he was talking to us. "Pardon me?"



He gestured with his hands to come to him, and after I shared a look with Kimma and Abby, we shuffled over to him. Any hostility in the air had dissipated; none of us wanted to fight in front of a stranger, and we especially wouldn't have just done so for so long had we known there was someone so close by. Although, once I led my friends from the edge of the pathway toward its middle, I noticed how out of place the booth looked, what with it being the only one at the fair in the middle of the path.



"Ah, lovely for you three to join me!" the man said as we neared. "This is AnthroArt Face Paint!



Kimma beamed, looking much happier all of a sudden. "Oh, we definitely gotta do this, girls! Getting your face painted is such a staple of city fairs!"



"I dunno..." I hesitated; something about this guy gave me the creeps. "Why don't we explore the fair a bit more befo—"



"What's the cost?" Abby curtly asked him, clearly tired of me umming and ahing.



The man tipped his purple top hat towards her. "I'm glad you asked, darling!" As Abby indignantly crossed her arms at what he'd called her, he extended a cane to point above our heads where he'd hung a sign:



YOU PICK THE ANIMAL: $50

I PICK THE ANIMAL: FREE!

I tilted my head in confusion and my peripheral vision caught Abby doing the same. In what world did the choice in animal makeup give enough incentive not to just get the service for free? Something was definitely up...



"SOLD!" Kimma shouted, having been clearly undaunted by the oddity of it all. She excitedly looked at me and Abby. "Do you guys mind if I go first? I won't be long, promise!"



Abby unfolded her arms in alarm. "Wait, so we're doing this?"



I glanced over at the elation in Kimma's face and shrugged. "Looks that way."



"Deanna, I can't just—"



"Relax, the paint comes off with water," I interrupted. Since she still looked uncertain, I added, "Abby, don't worry! It would only be on our faces for a couple hours at the most, promise."



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We all looked ridiculous.



For whatever reason, the artist had gone with Tiger paint for Abby, Skunk paint for Kimma, and, by far the strangest one, Kangaroo paint for me. The colors were also strangely vivid and saturated for having been applied onto skin. As we stood outside the AnthroArt booth, I glanced behind me to check for the strange man but was surprised to see he'd already gone.



"Huh. Y'know, I don't actually look too bad..." Abby said as she examined her reflection on her phone's screen.



I tilted my head. "Whaddya mean? As in, you think the guy is a good artist, or you like how you look as a Tiger?



"I know, right? We look incredible!" Kimma agreed, my question having gone unaddressed. "This paint is so cute!"



Peering over at her to see what she meant, something about Kimma seemed... different. It was if she'd shrunk in height ever so slightly, despite how unlikely a notion that was. As I'm looking at my seemingly shorter friend, I hear an uncharacteristic growl come from Abby's stomach.



"Man, I'm starving!" She salivated slightly as she spoke, licking her lips. "Can we get some lunch, Deanna? I'll pay!"



"Uh, sure!" It was unusual to see Abby crave food so fervently, but the toothy grin she gave me was too disarming to care about that. I scanned the fairgrounds for somewhere to eat, specifically ruling out anywhere without a vegetarian option for her.



"I saw a place to eat back there!" she offered. "If you girls tell me what you want, I can go get it for you!"



Kimma was very quick to answer. "Ooh! I'll have a hamburger, please!"



"Just get me whatever you think I'd like," I said, not entirely convinced we'd even passed somewhere that served anything but meat and not wanting to ask for a salad that might end up being impossible to order.

"Then I'll be right back!" As she walked off, I realized that Abby's hips looked wider than they had before. There was a certain mass to them that I didn't recall ever being there, and... had her ass grown, as well? No, that's impossible...



"Hey, Deanna? I don't feel so good..."



I turned around upon hearing Kimma's remark but couldn't get a word out before changes to her body made my breath shorten. Her ears had begun morphing, becoming larger and more triangular as they shifted on top of her head. And though at first it seemed her face paint had spread to the rest of her body, I soon realized what was actually starting to cover her: the black fur of skunk.



"Kimma!" I yelped, watching a stripe of white hair streak across her hunched-over body. "What's happening to you?"



She didn't answer; once Kimma was fully covered in glossy black fur, her eyes flashed with light for a moment as she shook her head as though coming out of a daze. A blank expression came about her face and she calmly stared at me.



"Haven't you already done that with your rancid body odor?""Hey!" I jumped back in to defend Kimma, who looked hurt by the insult. "At least she forgot to shower from how much she wanted to see us. All you've ever wanted to do in our company is use Instagram!" I curled my lip. "Some, huh?"Abby flared her nostrils at me but didn't say anything back, instead clenching her fists as though she was about to punch me. I shot her a cross look and planted my feet firmly in the ground. If she wanted a fight, then she was going to get one."It looks like you ladies need a bit of fun!"At the sudden sound of a voice nearby, we all looked around for the source to locate a man standing less than ten feet away, no doubt within earshot. He stood in front of a tented craft booth with a miniature art studio set up under its shade.I realized he was talking to us. "Pardon me?"He gestured with his hands to come to him, and after I shared a look with Kimma and Abby, we shuffled over to him. Any hostility in the air had dissipated; none of us wanted to fight in front of a stranger, and we especially wouldn't have just done so for so long had we known there was someone so close by. Although, once I led my friends from the edge of the pathway toward its middle, I noticed how out of place the booth looked, what with it being the only one at the fair in the middle of the path."Ah, lovely for you three to join me!" the man said as we neared. "This is AnthroArt Face Paint!Kimma beamed, looking much happier all of a sudden. "Oh, wegotta do this, girls! Getting your face painted is such a staple of city fairs!""I dunno..." I hesitated; something about this guy gave me the creeps. "Why don't we explore the fair a bit more befo—""What's the cost?" Abby curtly asked him, clearly tired of me umming and ahing.The man tipped his purple top hat towards her. "I'm glad you asked, darling!" As Abby indignantly crossed her arms at what he'd called her, he extended a cane to point above our heads where he'd hung a sign:I tilted my head in confusion and my peripheral vision caught Abby doing the same. In what world did the choice in animal makeup give enough incentive not to just get the service for free? Something was definitely up..."SOLD!" Kimma shouted, having been clearly undaunted by the oddity of it all. She excitedly looked at me and Abby. "Do you guys mind if I go first? I won't be long, promise!"Abby unfolded her arms in alarm. "Wait, so we're doing this?"I glanced over at the elation in Kimma's face and shrugged. "Looks that way.""Deanna, I can't just—""Relax, the paint comes off with water," I interrupted. Since she still looked uncertain, I added, "Abby, don't worry! It would only be on our faces for a couple hoursat the most, promise."

(Women to Kangaroo, Tigress, Skunk)Request by bobbyj251I couldn’t believe how daft my friends were sometimes. I’d been kind enough to bring Abby and Kimma to the Tampa Fe Fair, and yet all they'd done since we arrived was sit in the pavilion and use their phones."Girls, come on!" I waved my hands to get their attention. "This is supposed to be the highlight of the summer! Get off your phones so we can go do something!"Kimma just laughed. "Deanna, you sound like your our mother!""Yeah, cut us some slack," Abby said, snapping a selfie to no doubt post online. "The fair stays open all day, right? We have plenty of time to enjoy it!""We've been here three hours now," I deadpanned, making the two sheepishly glance at each other. "Also, to the genius who didn't take a shower this morning: you're only making this experience worse for me.""Christ, you reallya mother," Abby muttered before saying more loudly, "I'll have you know it isn't me you're smelling. You think I'd leave my house in anything but less than perfect condition?"I rolled my eyes and turned to look at Kimma, who immediately giggled. "You caught me!" she chirped, her cadence coming across as brazen. "I guess I sorta spaced on the whole hygiene thing this morning — I was just so excited to hang out with you gals!"I raised an eyebrow. "You were that excited? What for, listening to music in front of us?""Alright, Deanna," Abby sighed. "If Kimma and I promise to walk through the fairgrounds for a bit, will you promise to stop scolding us like this?""Do you also promise not to take lewd photos every chance you get?"A playful glint shone in her eyes. "Depends on how many spots there are to pose at, I suppose.""WOOHOO!" I shouted. We could finally spend some meaningful time together! I wasn't sure how much longer I could've stayed seated at that picnic table without going stir crazy. Being that close to the food stands didn't exactly help me with my diet, either."Aww," Kimma cooed, "it's nice to see you so happy, Deanna!"I chuckled. "This fair is amazing, you won't regret seeing more of it!""Sorry, what'd you say?""W-what?" I stammered. "How are you so chipper right now? You have a coat of fur!""Duh~!" Kimma sang with a giggle, the wind ruffling her new head tufts. "It's my cute little skunky pelt!"Suddenly, a cold shudder shot down my spine, stopping me from asking my all-too-cheery friend any more questions. I winced, a tingle having begun to crawl across my body, and was forced to squeeze my eyes shut from the fiery sensation that had come over my being. Despite being blind to what was happening, I was still keenly aware of something changing with how my clothing felt on my skin. But only by putting a hand up to my face did the sudden softness of my body register with my brain and I could finally realize what was happening:I was growing fur.But once the thick coat of a Kangaroo finished covering my skin, panic faded from me as I forgot why'd I'd even been panicked in the first place. I knew my worry had come from me having fur but struggled to reason why that'd been the case. Poring over my memory banks, the only life I could seem to remember was one where I had a coat of fur and took no issue with it. So how come I'd taken issue with it just then? I even had the memory of grooming my fur that morning, how had I forgotten that?And when I looked over at my Kimma, her fuzzy hands sensually caressing the soft hair on her breasts, I realized that everything I saw wrong with her was nonsense as well. After all, the muted yet acrid skunk scent that clung to her fur was such a clear indication how she was so obviously meant to look like she did.I also saw odd how I'd thought that Kimma's height had changed when that's such an absurd idea. However, as I watched her softly moan at how her furry breasts rubbed against each other, I realized sheactually losing height by the second. She shrank from 5'8" to 5'2" to 4'10" within a second, but I felt at ease once she reached her final height of 4'9". Skunksa rather tiny animal, so it only made sense for Kimma to be as short as she was.Except, she wasn't a Skunk!... was she? Not a feral one, no, no... but she had to be at least part Skunk, right? The word suddenly 'anthro' rushed into the forefront of my conscious and quickly grew to have such a strong presence there that I began attaching the word to not only Kimma's looks, but mine as well. Me, an anthro Kangaroo: it fit too well not to be true..."Deanna! I got our food!"I spun around to see Abby approaching and gasped at what met my eyes. In the time before my brain could normalize them, I was able to gawk at all the differences in my friend's appearance. Abby had grown the full coat of a Tigress, with an area of soft, white fur extending from her belly to her rounder head. The sheen to her orange-and-black fur only accentuated her beauty.Andif she wasn't beautiful. Abby now had the full-on hourglass look, with her enormous hips adding a sexy sway to how she walked. The tremendous size of her ass was apparent even from the front due to how much her cheeks jiggled about while walking. Abby's butt wasn't the only thing that bounced as she walked, however, since what were once a modest pair of BB breasts had become a busty rack of triple-E's that stretched the fabric of her bikini to a near-snapping point.I was too entranced in her majesty to notice myself finding it progressively normal as the seconds ticked by. With every blink of my eyes, I found there to be less and less odd about Abby's appearance until my perception of her changed to what I now saw. Abby was and always had been part Tigress to me, and I saw nothing wrong with that conviction."Lemme help you with that, Abby!" I offered, grabbing the smaller of the two bags of food she had in tow. "Thanks for getting this for us!"Abby's ears idly flicked about in delight. "No problem! You should've seen some of the looks I was getting — everyone wanted a piece of me!"I blinked. "Wait, so—""Girls!" Kimma's voice rang in the air, interrupting me yet again. "I found somewhere where we can eat!"Abby and I looked down the path to see Kimma standing at the entrance of a courtyard. Inside of the fenced-in area she'd found were several tables at which to stand and eat, and it looked to be fully shaded by trees overhead."Awesome, we'll be right there!" Abby called back before saying to me, "C'mon, let's go! I just wanna tear into my food already!"She took off toward Kimma and I followed her lead. I found myself adding a slight hop to my gait but didn't think it too odd, deciding instead to just enjoy the extra energy in my springier steps. Meanwhile, my hips slowly widened as fat vanished from my arms and legs, turning my somewhat flabby skin into well-defined muscle definition. Walking became effortless once my body took on an even more athletic build, a love of jogging and eating healthily imperceptibly becoming part of my personality.As Abby steamed ahead and left me to navigate through a crowd of fairgoers, I thought back to the realization I'd had when she'd mentioned getting looks from strangers. After hearing that, I thought it strange that no one found the sight of her... well, strange. And as I brushed past countless passers-by, nobody saw anything unusual about my appearance, either. I stopped walking to see ifwas staring only to come to the conclusion that nobody cared that I looked as Kangaroo-like as I did.It was during my stationary contemplation that I wasn't fully cognizant of my ears' relocation to the top of my head, their length and shape giving them the classic look of a Kangaroo's long, upright ears. My face began to seemingly push slowly outwards around my nose and mouth upon nearing my friends."Good find, Kimma!""Thanks, I got lucky!" she chirped back, a cute blush rosying her cheeks.Looking at her, though, something gave me pause; even though I'd already come to grips with how short Kimma was, I couldn't help but feel odd about my breasts being at eye-level with her. On top of that, her gut seemed to have grown since I last saw her. She wasn't fat my any means, but the weight she wore on her midriff gave her a paunchy look."I think we shoud!" I was forced to clasp my mouth shut upon feeling a pain shoot through my jaw. Shockwaves rippled across my brain as I could feel my skull structure elongating, pushing my face out into a furry snout. My nose broadened and blackened in the process.My teeth became ever so slightly flatter, retaining their human count and arrangement while growing in size as to fill the confines of my muzzle more completely. After one final growth of fluff on my cheeks, I was left with the face of a Kangaroo and no objections to that fact.While my friends had initially looked on at my situation with intrigue, I was able to do the same for both of their transformations by virtue of mine having taken mere seconds. Of course, my cognition had been altered as to ensure I saw both my changes and those that befell Kimma and Abby through fogged lenses. Yes, their appearance was different, but what did it matter if they still looked themselves afterward?Kimma's nose became dark and rubbery as it extended outward from her face as unruly whiskers took root on the sides of her triangular snout. The fur on her head was rather unkempt fI barely noticed her eye color turning from green to a yellowish-brown upon Abby stealing my attention away, her jaws having parted in a pained roar.And looking at the inside of her wide-open mouth, I could see why she sounded like she was suffering; Abby's top and bottom canines were now razor-sharp and had begun extending out of her gums. Her muzzle had already taken shape by the time I noticed the forest of whiskers on either side of her now much pinker nose."What... what happened just then?" Abby woozily said, her whiskers twitching in mild unease. Just like me, it seems she wasn't that unnerved by the stark difference in she and her friends' looks.An abrupt snort came from Kimma's nose as she exited her daze. "I dunno, but I feel..." she trailed off unexpectedly, her face screwing up after she laid eyes on her outfit. "...why am I wearing clothes?"Abby and I blinked in confusion until she suddenly gasped as though in understanding. "Hey, yeah — we never wear this stuff! Take 'em off, girls!"I assumed they were joking until memories flooded into my head of us never needing to wear anything but panties and a bikini. It was just something all of us had always done, and I soon felt at peace with the notion of removing my outfit. After all, being half-naked was the accepted social norm for us three!Kimma was the first to strip down to the her underwear, leaving nothing but a frilly pair of panties to unsuccessfully cover her plump buttcheeks and its heavily matted fur. Whereas Kimma had a simple lace bra to support her perky breasts, Abby's humongous mounds filled the whole of her plunge bra, the red silk of which stretched from the stress of supporting her boobs. The crimson shade of her bra and matching panties reinforced the majesty of her figure; Abby had the absolute perfect body.I eagerly removed my outfit and sighed in relief at my fur no longer rubbing against the fabric of my clothing. My breasts seemed heavier on my chest, but my faded-blue sports bra supported them too well to care. Looking at our barely-clothed bodies, I took a moment to bask in our collective beauty."Ladies, I'm going to have to ask you not to loiter," a man's voice came from over Kimma and Abby's shoulders. Since both of them had their backs turned to the warning's source, I was actually able to see the security who'd approached from behind them.Kimma, on the other hand, wasn't able to in time."EEP!" she shrieked in surprise, reflexively bending over and sticking her rear in the air. Abby and I saw what was about to come and moved a good distance away before Kimma expelled a noxious spray onto the guard behind her.He collapsed to the ground upon smelling the odor he was drenched in as Abby ushered me and Kimma through the gate while the guard was still incapacitated. I had always respected her quick wit."Oops!" Kimma squeaked. "My bad!"We all shared a hearty laugh as we found a table to eat at, and I reflected on how little I cared about Kimma being a bit disgusting at times. Sure, she was part Skunk and all, but that didn't explain why I found the bitter smell still lingering on her fur to be so... so charming! I could smell how badly Kimma reeked but didn't care — whythat?I stared at Kimma walking in front of me, her ass still emanating a pungent scent, and I drew a sharp intake of breath filled my being with surprise upon seeing my short friend undergo even more changes. A bushy mass of fur shot out from above her bosom and stood upright to reach the height of hereven.A slight moan of pleasure from beside me made me turn my attention to Abby, who didn't seem to be phased by her coccyx extending outward into the long and elegant tail of a Tigress. It looked to be almost twice as long as one of her arms and swayed behind her as we walked ever so sexily.And with the same naivety as my friends, I somehow wasn't aware of changes occurring to my tailbone. A bulky mass of flesh grew outward from above my muscly bosom and curved upward at the tip upon it reaching its full length. I only took notice of my tail after the fact, merely smiling at how the weight of it felt behind me.I set the bag of food I'd been carrying down at a table. "Wanna eat here, girls?""Sounds good," Abby said while putting down the bag containing she and Kimma's lunches. "I got you a salad, by the way."Opening up my food's styrofoam box, my lips moistened upon seeing the salad she'd gotten me. Now, I'd never been much of a veggie person, and meat had always been my go-to meal. But something about this salad in particular was utterly alluring, and I had to resist the urge to just stick my muzzle into the pile of leafy greens and chomp messily away."Yay, my hamburger!" Kimma cheered, and as she took the wrapper off of her meal, I noticed something odd with her hands. They'd almost definitely become the paws, pads, and claws of a Skunk, and I saw the same thing when I watched Abby greedily tear open her meal's container. It looked as though she'd also had a change in food preferences, since instead of ordering a salad in accordance to her vegetarianism, Abby seemed to have gotten a T-Bone steak — and a big one, at that.My gaze drifted back to her massive paws. They were engorged with power, and I almost felt some instinctual urge to turn tail and run upon seeing her unsheathe her sharp claws in order to cut into her steak. I peered under the table at my friend's hind feet to see the same thing: the paws of a Skunk and Tiger, respectively. Although, I hadn't expected for Abby's stance to be different, as she now looked to be standing on her paw pads like a digitigrade.While I examined my friends' hands and feet, changes to mine went unnoticed by my conscious mind. My digits grew thinner and my nails longer, becoming the piercing claws of a Kangaroo in no time. I remained a plantigrade as my feet grew in size but ended up stumbling for a moment from the unfamiliar shape of them. When my extremities finished changing, there was no part of my body that was remotely human. Of course, I knew I'd been one, and I didn't think I'd forget something like that."Y'know," I mumbled around a mouthful of spinach, "I don't think I'm gonna miss being human!"Kimma and Abby stopped eating and stared at me."...what's wrong, girls?"They looked at each other worriedly before Abby broke the silence. "What's this business about 'being human', now?""Yeah," Kimma added, her gaze softening with concern, "I don't know why you'd think you were anything but a born anthro, Deanna."I surveyed their expressions only to find nothing but sincerity. "What?" I sputtered out. "No, I... we...""This shouldn't come as a shock to you," Abby stated flatly."No, no — we weren't always like this, remember?" I failed to keep the panic out of my voice. "We got our face painted, and then... we, um..." I trailed off, realizing that I had no memory of anything remarkable happening afterward. Abby sent for food, Kimma found us a table...What was I missing?Kimma reached across the table to grab my paw with hers. "Deanna, we believe youyou were at one point a human, but you have to know you can't your treat fantasies as reality." She paused a moment, then asked, "I mean, what kind of standard does that set for any future Joey of yours?"With that, my body ruptured in sensation. My panties snapped right off me as my stomach rapidly bloated outward, a moan escaping my lips from how far it expulged from the rest of me. I was forced to gently cusp a paw under my growing belly once it offset my balance.Too suddenly to properly register the change, the skin over my bulging stomach began to loosen and eventually peel off of my body. Skin on my thighs, groin, and waist all stretched outward with my belly to form a pouch on my midsection.Then, I felt a kick.It was subtle, but I felt it: a tiny foot. Wait, there it was again! I even heard it that time! As I sat in wait for the next kick to sound off, my eyes glazed over from alterations to my mental state. Gone were my memories of being a human. Gone was the knowledge of what being a human was like. Gone was any hesitance in embracing my new life as an anthro Kangaroo.Maternal instincts rushed into my head and made me subconsciously adjust how I was stood as to make my growing Joey more comfortable. I turned my head back upwards and couldn't help but smile upon seeing concerned faces peering at me from across the table. These were my best friends, right here: Abby, the sexiest and most gorgeous Tigress to ever strut her stuff, and Kimma, a Skunk who was way more beautiful on the inside than she was on the outside."Earth to Deanna?" Abby hollered, waving a broad paw in front of my face. "You kinda zoned out there, are you okay?"I let out a content sigh. "I'm better than okay," I said to the table, "I'm finally myself."