Lluna Tripped
by Min

Nobody would believe a mall could be as quiet as it is after hours, the long, empty halls of the multi-level shopping center dark and quieter than a whisper. Lluna - a navy and greyblue ladyfox - dances around her mop as she cleans up the hall. Lucky for her, this mall's patrons tend to be rather clean, so she spends most of her time just mopping up the day's dust, a cushy job for surprisingly good pay.

Earbuds hang from her ears, with the only just audible sound of the latest pop sensation leaking from her sensitive vulpine ears. A few times - when she's sure none of the other handful of cleaning staff can't see her - she tips the mop like a stage mic and mimes the song with gusto and energy, matching the few dance steps she remembers from the music video she'd seen once on an ad on YouTube.

The central clock hits midnight, and the 12 chimes echo eerily through the halls of the silent mall - or it would be eerie if she hadn't gotten used to it by now. Swaying her hips as she starts to finish up the last part of her area, she steps awkwardly and slips, catching the cord of her earbuds on her mop and ripping them from her ears. She manages to catch herself before falling, knees knocking together and tail looping around a leg in embarrassment. She takes a brief look around to make sure her pride is intact.

She looks to the left: Clear. She looks to the right: Clear...? Shaun - one of the 4 people on duty with lluna that night - seemed to be acting strangely. His shadow cast on the wall from his work area down the hall seemed to be... convulsing. She watches with mild concern as he writhes standing up, and the faint sound of gasping tickles her ears. She bites her lip as she weighs whether or not to go check on him, until she watches his hands drift down to his crotch and fumble with something. Her ears flatten and her brow drops as the edges of her lips curl into a frustrated frown - Masturbating on the job? What a pervert! At least he could mop it up afterward, but that wouldn't save her from having to bleach her brain at the mental image of SHAUN of all people wanking it.

She huffs and goes back to her mopping, so frustrated she forgets to put her headphones back on. Another noise catches her ears from Shaun's direction - a sort of scratching sound. She shakes her head as thoughts of that disgusting otter grinding against things not meant to be fucked fill her mind and tries to get back to work. After a minute or so the noise pulls itself back to her attention - it's getting closer.

She stares in the direction of the sound, motionless, as it draws closer, but she doesn't see anything. Once it sounds like it's right on top of her, the vent crossing the open mall right above her deforms with a loud bang, stretching outward around something big. Whatever it is keeps moving, making the vent creak and groan in protest as the creature's girth breaks the steel support rods wrapped around the aluminum ventilation shaft. She starts to gasp sharply before cutting herself off, holding her breath as she watches the downward facing vent opening - the bars creaking and deforming under what looked like a clawed monster foot. Whatever monster was rushing through the vents finally passes fully over her, squeezing out of sight and into the building's unexposed ventilation system again, and the horrible scratching noise starts all over. Her eyes drift back to the barred opening again - some kind of thick, viscous slime drips down from the bars, oozing into her mop bucket and dribbling down the side, spreading slowly across the floor.

Then the smell hits her like a brick - a thick and cloying musk, it smells positively bestial, with the strangest hint of corn chips or... cinnamon? She can't tell, the smell seems to change every time she catches a whiff of it, which is more and more frequently as the slime continues to pour out of the vent opening in ever thickening rivulets. She stares up at it, her nostrils flaring without her consent as her face is flush with a hot blush. She lets out a soft, whimpering moan as her hands creep to her groin.

She huffs sharply and shakes the feeling off when thoughts of the creature collide violently with thoughts of Shaun - it came from his direction, is he alright? She throws the mop down and jogs down the hall toward Shaun's work area, trying to be light on her toes as she makes her way over to him. When she's almost reached the corner, she extends an arm to grasp it, intending to peek around to have a look.

"S-Shaun? A-are you alri-ACK" She cuts herself off again as her earbuds - the pesky damned things they are - had tangled themselves around her legs while running, and only just now decided to become a problem. She falls forward, throwing her arms out to stop herself, but yelps as they splat into something thick and slimy on the ground, causing them to slip and her to splat her chin into the warm, fragrant slime. A salty, masculine scent almost stings her nose with its potency while she lays, dumbfounded, for an entire minute before her mind takes a stab at what this could be.

"E-EUGH, GROSS!" She shouts, scrabbling to stand up, but only succeeding in flailing around on the ground, splattering herself with what she could only assume is Shaun's jizz. B-but... How could Shaun produce so much...?  Her mind puzzles. Seeking an answer, she turns toward where Shaun had been working, and gasps, inhaling a mouthful of hot spunk in the process.

Where there had once been a somewhat plump, below average height otter, there now stood a bulky, stout, two-tailed, two-headed otter-monster with a dick as big as her body, grinding against the ground and growling as it GHLROURT-BHLOURPTs gallon after gallon of what she was currently gargling. She gulps without meaning to - feeling a hot warmth travel down her throat and into her belly - expanding through her body from there as she scrambles to crawl back around the corner. She holds her breath, or tries to, her nose continues greedily snorting up the overwhelming, salty stench now wafting off of her body as she tries desperately to shut up. She climbs to her feet and presses herself against the wall with a wet Splurtch before peeking around the corner again to be sure Shaun... or whatever beast he had become hadn't seen her. Luckily he seems preoccupied with humping the nearby landscape, and hadn't noticed her. She starts to jog back toward her station, intent on washing herself off and getting the hell out of the mall before whatever did that to him does it to her. She kneels next to her mop bucket, frowning sharply at the thought of washing herself off in dirty mop water, but resolute that Shaun's spunk was more disgusting.

She grabs one of the rags off of her custodial carts and dunks it in the water, using it to swab her face, making sure to grind the towel into her fur to get every bit of it out. As she starts to wash over her chest, though, she starts to feel a bit dizzy, but at the same time, a pleasant feeling washes over her. She finds herself pulling the rag up to her face and taking a deep breath. What should have smelled like pine sol instead reeked of masculinity, of animal magnetism. She groans into the towel as her pants soak with thick femcum, running down her legs as she pulls the towel away. Her shirt is starting to feel tight, and even in her musk-drunk state, she knows she should wipe down, so she dunks the towel again and swabs over her chest quickly, sloughing the thick spunk unintentionally into the mop water, repeating with her arms. As she leans down to clean the towel again, she drops the rag, staring down at her new, heaving breasts - so big that they strain at the cloth of her shirt, slowly starting to pop the seams and rip around the middle. The teats that normally line her belly were gone - or rather grown - swollen into full-sized breasts that wobble and leak from the nipples with thick cream every time she moves.

Her shorts feel tight as she stumbles back away from the mop water, looking up at the vent grate and gasping. Her voice quivers as she draws in air, and a gasp of surprise slowly becomes a moan of pleasure. She feels a hand gripping one of her lower breasts, squeezing and tugging at the fat, bloated teat and another at her crotch, groping over her engorged, still-swelling... sheath? She doesn't have a sheath... or she didn't. She leans down to investigate this mysterios groper, only to find that the hands doing the feeling are her own. She pulls her hands up to her face to be sure, only to find out that they couldn't be her own, The other two are still groping!

As she struggles to make any sense of this at all, she begins to feel warmer - like someone had turned up the heat. She drops to her knees, unintentionally mooshing her new fat male package against the ground as her jeans strain to contain them - eventually failing with a dramatic ripping of seams, fat balls the size of cantaloupes squishing against the ground and sweating so dramatically that the floor around her quickly becomes a puddle of sticky perspiration.

She hears a soft clicking sound nearby as she watches her hands swell and change shape - her fingers thickening and shortening, and her thumbs slowly disappearing into the flesh of her palm. After mere moments they resemble oversized paws. She looks down to watch the other two grope at her growing assets, only to find that they've changed to match. Her feet stretch outward, and her lower legs shrink. As her torso elongates, she finds herself naturally shifting to a more quadrupedal posture, supporting hirself on hir lower pair of forepaws as she gasps into the rapidly warming air. Finally she looks over at the source of the soft, rhythmic clicking sound, moaning as the musk around her had grown tenfold, and her eyes finally set upon what must be the source of this change. A hexapedal rat - roughly the size of a horse - with 2 heads two long, whipping tails and two fat, drooling cocks looks at hir with eagerness, not mad lust like Shaun, but the same cute smile a pet dog might give to his master - She couldn't help but like him already.

As it waddles its oversized body over, Lluna tries to stand up, only succeeding in raising her forepaws up, and the massive rat does the same - its paws, all 6 of them, oversized to the point of being cartoonish, and wraps those plump arms around Lluna's own thin body, schllurrping wetly over hir cheek. The fox, rapidly losing hir anthroness, feels compelled to press hir lips agains his own, moaning as shi feels his tongue press into hir mouth, entangling hir tongue with his own. His other head looks disappointed, however, and finds itself nibbling around hir neck. Lluna gasps sharply as she feels hir head beginning to ache in the strangest way - her face widening, as her voice seems almost to split - a double moan coming from her rapidly stretching features. As it nears double it's width, a soft, squishy tearing sound fills the air, as another pair of eyes and ears are revealed, peeling from the original as if they had always been there, just waiting to be pulled apart!

The new head wastes no time in lip-locking hir patron, but their kiss doesn't last long. Lluna's loins burn hot with lust as shi leaks heavily onto the floor, leaving the ground slick and sticky as she pushes him gently away and turns to raise hir tail to him. As the big rat snuffles around between hir plump cheeks - even more lush than before - hir tail splits in two starting from the end, and dividing as if someone were pulling a zipper down the center - only to fluff out into two full-sized and over-floofed fox tails.

Trip - Lluna somehow knows the rat's name - chitters, pleased, and places his forepaws on hir rump, climbing up to press the tip of both of his enormously oversized lengths against the cleft of hir supple rump, growling softly as he grips hir shoulders and works those fat cocktips against hir pouty hole. With a heavy thrust,  and a loud SQUIRSH he sinks both of them halfway in. Shi gasps silently, the pleasure too great for hir to even make a sound as hir belly is stretched, bulged around the shape of those meaty cocks pushing deeper into hir. The pressure causes hir heavy breasts to spurt thick cream onto the ground as he thrusts into hir again, burying those rods nearly to the hilt. This time she manages a moan, drool running down hir chin as shi takes it from the massive, masculine rat hir sweat oozing down onto hir, staining hir fur with his scent and marking hir transformation as nearly complete.

The mutated hexafox grinds back against him, sinking the last of his twin lengths into hir rump and giving him the go-ahead to begin thrusting, pistoning his hips in and out of that pliant rump. As he draws his length out the first time, a thick oozing of precum runs down her taint,  and over hir sex, to drip down her hanging balls. He thrusts hard into hir, slapping his quad against hir balls, using hs own spunk as the perfect lubricant as he reams hir surprisingly talented rump. Each thrust makes hir belly bloat more with a hot gush of spunk from his twin rods, and each gush of baby batter makes hir cry out for more - hir voice lost to feral yiffs and yaps of pleasure before even those are lost to wet gurgles of the rat's spunk flooding hir system.

With one final thrust, the rat buries his twin swords up to the hilt in hir pouty rump, and hir belly bloats obscenely with the sheer volume of fluid, GLOURP-BLOURGH-GLOURGH! Shi finds hirself lifting off of the ground from just how bloated shi's become as trip leans forward and wraps his jaws around both of hir necks, giving hir a dominant love bite as he humps hir rear, the last gushes of his thick load pushing out the last remnants of hir humanity as shi bucks hir hips against hir own gut and paints the underside of it in a thick, mutagenic load, splattering the floor and undoing the night's mopping.

At this point shi didn't care, hir thoughts were occupied with the thought of morning - of spreading this wonderful feeling to the mall opening staff, and then to the visitors! Shi just wants to snuggle them all up, and make them feel just as good as shi does now!