RooToucTaur for Kit Sovereign

After yet another 50 hour work week in the office, Kit was completely exhausted. His job kept him on his toes all the time, and worked him like a dog. Figuratively that is, not literally. Kit was a human in a world where that wasn’t an assumption one could freely make. It was also a world where one should be careful with the metaphors used, lest one accidentally disparage a literal dog friend.

Anyway.

He walked home, passing the other 9 to 5 workers making their way home or to the bars. Kit was tired. Deeply, truly tired. Tired to the marrow of his bones. But more than that he hurt all over. That was something he’d been contending with lately. His job wasn’t physically demanding and yet day in and day out he felt sore all over. Painkillers, bubble baths, massages, acupuncture, nothing seemed to help alleviate the soreness in his muscles.

But Kit was desperate. So when he passed a spa while taking a new route home, he didn’t need much convincing to go inside and try. The ‘Seven Chakras Spa’ looked a bit new-agey but hey, he would try anything if he could get some relief.

He adjusted his glasses and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. Pushing the door aside revealed a small building with several massage tables, a hot tub, room for private spa sessions… nothing that looked particularly promising for easing his pain. He wasn’t even sure this spa was meant for humans; he only saw furries inside, from the customers to the attendants. But he was already through the doors so there was no turning back.

“Hello!” a bubbly voice said to his left. The mouse smiled wide, a salesman’s smile. His nametag said Roscoe. “Welcome to-”

Kit watched as the mouse’s face dropped all pretense of customer service and his eyes went wide. “Holy SHIT my dude your aura fuckin’ sucks, we're gonna get you booked to a room immediately.”

“Sorry, what?” Kit asked, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean my aura?”

“Your aura. You know, the true you inside?” When Kit didn’t show any signs of recognition, Roscoe grabbed a clipboard and started to read off a list. “Have you been having any unexplained pains, tiredness, general depression, malaise?”

Kit nodded slightly. “Yes, but what does that have to do-”

“I knew it,” the mouse said, grabbing Kit by the wrist and starting to pull him to a room. “This one is on the house. You have, like, some major chakra issues buddy. We need to get you in front of a specialist right away.”

Kit didn’t get a chance to argue. Instead he stepped through the doorway, dragged to a seat by the pushy attendant. Across the table a skunk looked up from painting his purple fingernails, squinting over a pair of rounded off sunglasses.

“Ah. No kidding, he needs some major help,” he said, pushing his nail polish away and grabbing Kit’s face to pull him close. The skunk was forceful but not painful with their grip as he turned Kit’s face this way and that, scrutinizing the human. Kit’s eyes locked with the attendant before he awkwardly looked away. The skunk’s nametag said ‘Sierra.’

"I can see the essence of the kangaroo and the essence of the toucan struggle inside you. I sense you’re a bit unhappy with your appearance. Hmm. Concerning."

Kit blinked. "What are you talking about, I’m a human."

"Yeah, that's why ya’ feel like shit genius. You have that big muzzle and those paws and stuff all stuck inside that little body! Follow me, and take your shirt and pants off. You won’t need them,” Sierra said, leading the bewildered human to a massage table. He climbed up and lay flat on his stomach, covering at best half the length of the massage table. It looked comically oversized compared to him. It was probably meant for bears or rhinos or something. A spa like this needed to cater to all sizes.

“Don’t you have something smaller?” Kit asked, squirming to get a more comfortable position. Both the mouse and skunk took positions on opposite sides of the table.

“No, and don’t worry about it. You need the space,” Roscoe said before pushing both his palms into Kit’s back. “You might feel a little tickling sensation shortly. Don’t stress, that’s just me drawing out the chi from your True Self.”

“What are you… ohhhhkay that feels good,” Kit said, fully relaxing into the table as the mouse worked his hands over the sore human’s lower back.

“You start on the kangaroo Roscoe, I’ll work on the toucan,” the skunk said. He cracked his knuckles and exhaled a purple smoke that started to fill the room slowly, fogging up the ground. Kit leaned his head over the side of the table to watch the swirling, sparkling fog and got a long whiff of it. The scent reminded him of summer nights and lavender. His eyes lidded gently as the scent carried his stress away. “Worst case of fucked up auras I’ve seen in years. Even worse than the husky a year back, remember him?”

Roscoe moved his hands in slow circles over Kit’s back, and everywhere the mouse touched a fine mat of orange fur popped into place over the skin. It felt to Kit as if a sweater was being pulled over his torso, but not the scratchy sort of Christmas sweaters, more comfortable and cotton soft. That feeling spread slowly from the small of his back up toward his shoulders, snaking up his neck. The mouse continued to massage his back as that warm tickle reached the front of his body too, reaching around from his armpits to his chest.

“Oh yeah, that guy had it rough. 500 pounds of husky in that skinny frame. But this is the first I’ve ever seen two auras in one body. And with all that size yearning to burst out. You poor Roo, that must’ve sucked,” Roscoe said, making small talk. “Pass me the Chi Shaping Gloves? I think he’s a ‘taur.”

A taur? What? “Hold on, what are you-” Kit mumbled before turning to look over his back at Roscoe’s hands. Kit’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck? Ahh! Holy shit, is that fur?”

“Shhh. Calm down. It’ll feel good. Promise,” Sierra said, sneaking up on Kit’s side he couldn’t see. The skunk blew swirling purple magic in the human’s blushing face. The concern left Kit’s mind instantly, relaxing back into his massage table.

The skunk tossed a pair of leather gloves with a large blue sapphire on the palm, and returned to rubbing Kit’s feet. The transforming human found it oddly comforting to get massaged somewhere so sensitive. He wasn’t able to see exactly what was happening but he could feel it, and boy did it feel good. His toes clenched when the skunk’s nimble fingers pushed into the heel of his foot, and a swirl of that same energy from the smoke turned his feet a shade of bright blue. When his toes unclenched there were only three of them on his feet, and a small dewclaw poked out from his heel. They were soft to the touch, but clearly shaped like a bird’s feet. The smoke in the room took a more distinctly raspberry scent.

“Blue raspberry? Nice flavor,” Sierra said absentmindedly, rubbing over Kit’s flanks to pull the blue colored skin further up his legs. The transforming human shuddered lightly when the skunk’s magic touch reached toward his thighs and pulled feathers through the skin. His thighs thickened and feet lengthened with each application of the magic.

“Oh man, you’re bursting at the seams to get free from this restrictive body. Roscoe, step it up a notch, he just gets bigger every time I pull his aura out.”

Roscoe was seated on Kit’s back now, busy with both hands on either side of the toucan roo’s stomach. Smoky appendages took shape on his sides, solidifying with each pass of the mouse’s gloved hands over them. “I might need a little help with this first. Pulling a ‘taur out is a two man job in the best circumstances, and he’s gonna be a biggun.”

Kit groaned softly as his face turned red. He could feel, actually feel his new set of legs forming on his sides. As they became more solid he could kick his legs lightly. The ticklish feeling of Roscoe’s hands on his foreleg fur, combined with the gentle massaging of his toucan paws felt amazing. But more than that, it was turning him on. He was glad he’d rested on his stomach rather than his back to hide what was in his boxers.

When the feathers and fur met in the middle of Kit, right around his rump, he felt a pulling sensation at his flanks. With a wobbling shudder his butt thickened, widening along with his hips. What was left of his boxers shredded away to reveal the mix of feathers and fur over his doublewide ass. Kit’s paws clenched as he felt the magic pulling backward on him, growing in length rather than just in width across his hips.

“WOAH, watch out,” Roscoe said. “Here comes the growth, he’s gonna need some more room for his body to fill up with that Toucan and Roo aura. Is this table uhh… reinforced?” 

Sierra stepped backward as the toucan paws slid further back on the table. “Don’t worry, the table is fine,” he said with confidence. The table creaked slightly as Kit’s stomach seemed to bloat dramatically, filling the width of the table in the space of seconds. “…probably.”

Kit could actually feel two parts of himself fattening at the same time. Because now that he had two sets of legs, there were two parts of him that could gain weight. He was lifted off the table by a gurgling, sloshing gut between his two sets of legs, while the belly on his torso rounded out just as wide. The attendants both set their hands on Kit’s grumbling belly and squeezed into the soft fur. Purple, smoky trails of magic flew from the ground toward the taur and massaged his gut with spectral fingers. Six sets of hands all rubbed in wide arcing circles, and each rub added pounds to his body and inches to his height. The warm magic filled him to the brim like a fire in his guts, and his fat crept over the sides of the table. His legs too lengthened over the sides. Idle kicks went from dangling in the air to brushing over the top of the floor. That’s when Kit realized just how much he’d actually grown. The length of his body was covering the entire table now, and with his legs almost on the ground… he could easily stand up right now.

He wouldn’t though. He didn’t want to show just how pleasurable the experience was. Though there was only so much subtle grinding he could manage before the attendants would likely figure it out.

Sierra brought a mirror forward and set it on a stand at the head of the massage table. With a mirror available he could watch the changes to his face in real time, the stretching muzzle and lengthening ears. Many of the changes were already done, but he did get to watch Sierra use her hands to pull his ears taller and taller, ending at the tip with purple feathers. He smiled at himself, seeing the slightly pointed teeth inside his mouth. His square glasses looked tiny on his muzzle now, meant for someone half as large. With a blush he thought of the conversation he’d need to have with his optometrist, getting a pair twice as large… not to mention making a trip out to get an entirely new set of clothing. Where did taurs even buy clothes, much less huge taurs?

Kit wasn’t sure when he’d started grinding against two dicks rather than just one. He also wasn’t too worried about that change; after all the changes to his body, and how natural it all felt, what was there to worry about? Sierra and Roscoe didn’t say anything. They didn’t seem bothered at all by the changes in his packages. Neither the lengthening of his dicks, nor the sloshing of his expanding balls fazed them in the slightest. Kit grinded into the buckling massage table, the fur rubbing against his dick in a way that felt so normal but erotic at the same time.

“Hey buddy, you doing alright? We’re gonna move you to the hot tub now. Not enough space here for you,” Roscoe said, prodding Kit in the shoulder. “Just stand up and walk this way please.”

Sierra and Roscoe smiled widely at Kit as he stood up easily. The table groaned when its heavy load was lightened, but to Kit’s surprise his package and gut still mostly lay on it. He covered his face with a furred hand, slightly embarrassed by what he was sure would be a fully adult view of his manhood. Sierra placed a hand on the newly transformed taur’s shoulder.

“You look… happier. Does that feel better? Less pain in those poor muscles?” he asked.

Kit walked forward, trying to face his new body without hands in his face. A small face bumped into his rump as Kit’s hips swayed wide into Roscoe’s body. His face went red all over again. “Yeah, it’s… pretty nice,” Kit admitted. There was no way he could lie about it after all. All the pain in his muscles, the strain in his joints, it was all gone. And with his two dicks much larger, and hard to boot, anyone who looked would know right away.

“Good to hear. Right through the lobby to the hot tub, Kit.”

“Wait, out there? I have to go out in public?” Kit said, pulling back from Sierra.

The skunk smiled and opened the door. “It’s the only way. And trust me, you’re going to be so much happier with yourself.”

The rootouctaur wasn’t so sure of himself but he walked forward anyway. His eartips brushed against the ceiling with each step. His gut swung over the floor and grazed the carpet. Those two tickling, constant reminders told him everything he needed to know about just how large he’d grown. 8 feet tall at bare minimum. Plus the struggle getting his butt to fit through the doorway…

He heard the whispering of the clientele. Kit’s ears were more sensitive apparently. Who’s that? Couldn’t be that human earlier. He looks so different. Looks good too. Without trying he’d commanded the room’s attention, garnering stares and flushed faces. That was a feeling Kit wasn’t used to at all, but it did help him with the initial shyness. Maybe this change really was for the better. Not just for the pain, but for his satisfaction too.

The water overflowed slightly as it struggled to keep up with the size of its taur occupant. Kit took all the space with just enough on either side for one person. Just enough room for Sierra and Roscoe to cuddle up close, dwarfed against his sides. One of them set their hands on Kit’s junk, while the other busied himself with rubbing his belly.

“Okay. This aura stuff rules. Can I come back again for another session tomorrow?” Kit asked.

Both attendants smiled at each other. “Don’t worry, the change is permanent. But you’re always welcome back anytime,” the mouse said with a smile.