“The package is here!” The young ferret was all too happy to proclaim as Sly slipped out of the elevator and into the hallway leading to his apartment. Psi waved the box in the air before holding it right below his gray furred chin, just beckoning Sly to hurry on up. However, the raccoon needed no extra urging; both Psi and his otter boyfriend, Miles, had helped him search for just the right thing online for his birthday.

“It’s about time,” Sly squeaked with giddiness as he hurried right up to his door, keys in hand. “That ‘overnight shipping’ they promised wasn’t nearly fast enough.” 

The overly slate-colored ferret laughed and slipped inside the door once it opened, quickly making his way to Sly’s kitchen to help get everything in motion. “Don’t worry about that,” he remarked as his long, striped tail swished behind him, the brown tip just dancing in the air, “slow things are just as exceptional!” 

Psi was all too happy to help his friend out. The 6 foot-tall compatriot was actually touched to lend a hand, especially when Sly expressed quite an interest in a bit of gender-shifting for a week. With that in mind Psi, Miles, and Sly had all chipped in for this pricey gift, but it was a special birthday and every once in a while you just have to splurge. Given that the ferret had shifted genders often enough himself, may as well put that expertise to good use.

Sly, on the other hand, took a seat on the black couch in the living room as he waited with anticipation, trying not to let his bushy tail sway and act like a three foot-long feather duster. He sat there, eyes affixed on the package sitting right on the table as Psi slipped into the other room. The cardboard box itself wasn’t that large, but technology in this field was really taking off. It seemed nearly every week a new method was brought to market, each with its own boons and detriments. 

The raccoon’s attention was shortly focused more upon the front door of the apartment, as some crashing sounds swelled down the hallway. An azure-hued otter soon barreled through the door with all of the subtlety of a hurricane, slinging his messenger bag across the room. “Is it here yet? One-day shipping, my rudder!” The blue figure hurried across the room, slinging himself with force into the loveseat adjacent to Sly and the couch as he took a keen interest in the box. “Hey, Sly! Is that it?”

“Finally, Miles.” Sly glanced over his lithe friend as he scurried around the table, enthusiastically inspecting the special arrival. "With that reaction," he chuckled at the sight in front of him, "I would swear the thing was for you."

"Just wait 'til we get started!" Given the twinkle in Miles's blue eyes, Sly couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Slipping up behind Sly, Psi offered an exceptionally large tumbler filled with water. "Here, you're going to want to drink that up as we prep. You'll need the fluids." As the raccoon took a hold of the beverage, Psi beckoned his boyfriend to join him with a cock of his head. Without skipping a beat and with a wagging rudder, Miles hurried off to the sole bedroom, taking the box with him.

As the minutes dragged on, Sly started to tug along his basketball jersey. His small, rounded ears twitched as they struggled to make sense of the sounds from the other room. Definite sounds of slicing, followed by some rustles and giggles intermixed with metallic clangs started to put him at unease. His sneakers started tapping against the floor arythmically, his mind trying to hold off any potential dread of what was to come. There were myriad products to help give him the changes he wanted, but did his two friends actually order the right one? For a brief moment, as his fingers dug into the plush couch cushion beneath him, he wished he watched them order his gift online.

With his mind already focusing more on dread and doubt, he barely heard Miles whisper into his right ear. “Behind you,” the river otter sang in a hushed tone, as he held up a small object next to him. Somewhat startled, Sly swiveled around to gaze upon Miles, but his eyes only went so far as the object in his hand. Clasped between his aqua fingers, the otter gripped a plastic syringe that was nearly as wide as a standard bottle of water Inside the frightening display was a dark green liquid, looking impenetrably-thick as it gave off a soft glow. “Now, be a good boy and bend over for me.”

If there was an Olympic medal for a stationary jump, Sly would have been a contender at that point. With a single bound off of the couch he launched himself across the room, landing a few steps away from the large flat-screen TV, and quickly pressed his back up against the wall. As he assured his protection, his tail protectively slipped between his legs as he threaded it up to his chest, gripping it as if failing to do so would mean he would lose it forever. “OVER MY DEAD BODY!!” 

“What’s the matter?” Miles tilted his head in mock-surprise, his voice filled with feigned hurt. “I didn’t even attach the needle yet!” With that, Miles quickly finished the rest of the setup for the syringe; the “needle” was hardly such, given that it was more akin to silicon tubing that stretched out for a good few feet down to the floor and out of sight. Keeping the syringe aloft over the back of the couch so Sly could see as he dipped down behind the furniture, Miles brought the final component into view.

Apparently, it was far less of a typical syringe; rather, it was a simplistic liquid delivery device for a silicon toy. This one just so happened to be canine in structure, quite thick and crimson with the requisite knot near the base. Given its girth, it was easily a “large” toy by most standards.

“…assholes!!” Psi finally stepped out from the bedroom, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye as he and Miles both burst out laughing. Soon enough Sly was joining them as well, the deep, intense fear of needles and related items finally melting away into relief. “You jerks owe me for that! I nearly had a heart attack!!” His arms still clasped around his tail protectively, just to make sure that his own backside was going to remain safe and sans punctures.

Both Miles and Psi, with arms draped around one another, reassured the frightened raccoon, at least after a playful squirt of the concoction through the silicon replica of a canine’s private bits. It wasn’t anything more than a playful variety of lube, purposefully tinted for some lights-out play. Miles laughed and wiped some of the goop off of Sly’s jersey as he gripped along the lower edge of the shirt. “Now that that’s out of our systems, let’s get you undressed. Well, unless you want to ruin that outfit of yours.”

It only took a few minutes, but both the ferret and otter took great pains to make sure to undress Sly carefully.  The jersey was the first to go, while Psi raised Sly’s leg and took care of the sneakers and socks. Much enthusiasm was had as the duo shared the duties of removing Sly’s shorts and underwear, reassuring that it was entirely necessary and without the need to bend over. Afterwards, the lovers posed the raccoon as he stood upright, taking turns walking around him and staring at him in the buff.

“Are you almost done? My arms are getting tired.” It came as no surprise that the anticipation was starting to wear thin as his friends made a fourth full pass around him in the living room. At least the royal blue blinds on the windows were completely blocking the view.

Psi leaned in close, getting nose-to-nose with Sly, sharing exhales in time with him as he stared into his eyes. “Miles, are you in sync yet? If so, can you be a dear and grab the liquids from behind the couch?” It took a few seconds, but the term ‘in sync’ sounded vaguely familiar to Sly.

“Wait a minute, did you both…”

“…spend an extra $50 on you and got you the option you said, and I quote, ‘would be a dream but it’s just too much to ask for?’ Why, no, not at all,” Miles was all too eager to interrupt, with a small glass filled with a fruity blue concoction being thrust into Sly’s grip while he wielded a small chrome-plated sphere in his other hand. “Come to think of it, we did exactly that!”

“Happy birthday, mi amigo!” A ferrety embrace quickly followed, taking great care not to make his friend drop his newfound drink onto the marble tiled floor. “The best results, the easiest method of application, and the most refined changes for you today! Now, be a dear and drink that down so we can get started.”

The fluid was actually quite pleasant, going down easily while washing over Sly’s tastebuds with an interesting berry flavor. Unlike a lot of other ‘starters’ to the entire process, this one was fairly enjoyable. It certainly beat an injection and, if the brief dalliance he had with the instructions was going to be any indication, everything should start up within five minutes.

In the interim, Psi and Miles took the opportunity to twist the metallic object until the top came off, displaying a thick, rosy liquid inside. Miles held onto the object with care as his beloved disrobed, exposing every bit of his slate- and cream-colored fur, offering up the sphere once finished. With a bit of a flourish, Psi took a fair handful of the fluid out of the object, cupping it within both hands as he swirled it a few times around, not worrying about the lengthy residual strands of the solution dripping down his arms. Soon enough it was all over his bronze hands, worked all the way down to his skin up to the wrists, before taking the sphere from Miles and letting him do the very same, although with a touch more ogling as Miles stood by him, as nude as can be.

As their hands dripped along the floor with the excess pink goo, Psi laid the drenched sphere back onto the coffee table. Without a word, both of Sly’s friends moved back towards him, standing a good foot away as the two joined hands together then started directly at his equally naked self. “Just stay calm and breathe deeply,” Miles instructed, wriggling his fingers around his beau’s clasp. “We have plenty of time, but it only works if we’re all in tune with one another.”

“We’ll be gentle, we promise. And we’ll work to the specifications you wanted, no deviations.” The ferret purred slightly, staring solemnly at Sly.

The raccoon, eager for them to start, quickly closed his eyes. With the world shut out all around him, he let the slight sounds and motions of his two friends be another surprise to his system. As he silently offered himself with complete trust, the mustelid duo reached out to begin.

Two cold palms of different sizes met with Sly’s chest, almost causing him to squeak in surprise. Both foreign hands drew back and upwards, giving the raccoon’s pectorals some chance to regain some heat. Their fingertips drew inwards towards his nipples before crashing back again with their palms.

As the hands kneaded and worked, Sly felt his entire body being overwhelmed with a heat akin to a raging dry sauna. He clasped his hands shut into fists, knowing that he would have to deal with the process until it was all over. That excess temperature was his body adjusting to the changes, and that drink from earlier was working overtime within his system to keep him from rising above 100 F.

“You can hold on, we believe in you.” Miles and Psi intoned at the same time, trying their best not to laugh as the initial changes were starting to bear quite a bit of fruit. Now, with each pass, Sly’s chest was going from its flat, muscular shape and starting to show some more significant curvature. Three more gropes apiece and they achieved a perky A-cup on their friend, and another eight passes upgraded the two breasts up another size.

Sly’s toes curled along the floor below as his brow started to bead with excess sweat. His chest was swelling outwards now, and he had to shuffle his feet to readjust his center of gravity as he was blessed with even more breasts. With a long, intense sigh he battled the urge to test out his new additions now on the cusp of being as large as grapefruits. The friendly massaging outwards had ceased, quickly followed by inward motions as they reaffixed themselves to his sides.

Psi and Miles worked quickly on this step, knowing that it would not be as sensual as the rest. This time they sent both of their hands to work, one friend to each side, as they leaned inward and lingered on the side of Sly’s masculine hip. Two minutes later and the male raccoon started looking entirely otherwise, with hips that would not only catch the eye but threaten to keep them forever, offering a curvature that would send most people into a frenzy.

In fact, Sly himself would be included in that number. One of the drawbacks, if it could be called such, of this particular transformative product was the overwhelming urge to test out every change that a friend applies. While the blue liquid the he had imbibed earlier would last for another two hours, the pink “active ingredient” only had an hour’s worth of life once unsealed. 

Unless one had iron willpower, trying to use this product solo wouldn’t be the most cost-effective idea in the world. And as much as Sly wanted to play with his new gifts as his friends treated his body like clay on a pottery wheel, he tried to stay still and let the sensations wash over his entire being.

In the interim, he could feel new sensations all along his tail. This time, however, the tingling mostly remained along the outside edges, feeling his already bushy self back behind him to swell out a bit more. Sly stifled a laugh, or rather had it soon quelled for him as he was cheekily slapped along his ass in unison.

Their work there was quick, just giving it a hint of additional roundedness that would help assist in centering their friend all the more. Besides, Miles and Psi had to amp him up for the most important part, and what better way to capture his attention and send his sensations aflame then with a sudden jolt to the system?

Breathing in time still, making sure to act in concert for the very best, even results on the increasingly-feminine raccoon in front of them, they broke free of his body as they took a few steps back to the metallic sphere. Psi did the honors of holding it up, letting his boyfriend open his mouth as he started to pour the majority of the liquid into his gaping maw until a swish of his rudder signaled him to stop. 

With only so much time left to act, they would have to split up the finale between them both. Psi happily took the rest of the fluid onto his hands, dripping cheerfully along the floor as he hummed to himself. Sadly, Miles was unable to express his enthusiasm musically, but he made his way back to sly first and dropped to his knees, unseen by his friend.

A few seconds later Sly had let out such a yelp in pleasure it went soaring throughout the other adjacent apartments on the floor. Apparently Miles had very little trouble in his final step, making sure the final overtly masculine aspect of Sly found a warm, soaking home within his maw. Thanks to the boundless pleasure brought by all of the attention, Sly had been standing still with his fully-engorged raccoon staff for the better part of ten minutes. That and his friends weren’t the only ones making a bit of a dripping mess on their own carpet.

Miles’s blue arms quickly wrapped around his friend and pulled him forward, making sure to lavish every inch of his thickness with all of the pink activation fluid he could swirl around within his chops. He rolled his white chest all along his friend’s silvery legs, his lips gracing his pelvis and the top of his balls in seemingly small kisses until he was assured that his entire manhood was thoroughly soaked.

With Sly thoroughly in place and steadied, he nearly lost himself to all of the attention. Still, he was immensely thankful once the otter below started sucking and drawing backward with all of his might. The motion was strong enough to make the raccoon swear that Miles had broken out a true vacuum cleaner instead to help out, and he nearly doubled-over in sheer excitement.

Each suck, each draw backward was working to Miles’s advantage. With only a few minutes left to go, his tugging was helping to add more length, an inch at a time, to Sly’s already-impressive self. To help assist with the process, Miles sent his tongue to work as well, drawing it upward to the roof of his mouth and trapping that lengthening erection in place. As his muscle rolled along the underside of Sly’s cock, the pressure worked all the more to increase its overall girth by two inches.

Concurrently, Psi silently placed himself behind his friend, actually laying his back down along the floor. Just as Miles had begun the oral festivities, the ferret found himself sliding along the floor until he was staring up at Sly’s undercarriage. After a few seconds of eyeing up his masked friend’s taint, trying to envision what would work best, he let his fingers do the rest.

At first it was nothing more than a deep massage, only increasing the amount of precum with which Sly was accidentally thanking Miles’s throat. Soon, after a few gentle kneads between two fingers, the ferret smiled as a slit of an elongated opening started to appear between his friend’s legs. Miles had to hold onto Sly’s legs all the tighter as Psi kept sliding his fingers into the small crevice, eagerly swirling around and pinching together until a small, familiar button formed between what soon became two soft lips.
Psi marveled at his handiwork, the newly-applied pussy above him already starting to drool out as much pleasure as his friend’s thoroughly-serviced dick. By keeping up the sexual pleasure right now sly wouldn’t notice the increased inferno raging through his body, a necessary step for the liquid to help make various shifts and adjustments within him to accommodate the rest of the feminine structure he would need to be a complete herm. 

Although there was a few minutes left, Psi let one hand grope along his friend’s dangling sack above, as well as delved into the snatch again once more. While within his friend he could feel that he was getting close to enjoying Miles’s estuary to his fullest, and was only too eager to assist. With Sly’s balls within his grip, Psi decided to give them just a hint more in terms of size and girth; nothing too spectacular, but his dangling self would now house two stunning raccoon-makers that were the size of mandarin oranges as opposed to grapes.

While his fingers were thoroughly entrenched within Sly, Miles was soon wrapping up. Sly’s fully enhanced erection was easily reaching down his throat with ease, and with a final, stunning pull forward Miles stroked right between Sly’s ample rump. 

Beleaguered and overwhelmed to an unimaginable degree, Sly thrust forward, his first act that went against his statuesque poise, and enjoyed a stunning release. His seed glided down Miels’s throat like mad, thick rope following rich rope of cream, all the while feeling an immense wetness starting to leak down each of his thighs. 

For a moment, Sly could have sworn he heard both of friends laughing, albeit one of the laughs being quite muffled. He paid it no mind, however; the release was the only thing he cared about, and he was a bit stunned when it lasted more than what felt a few seconds. In fact, he was starting to get excited when it kept going for well beyond thirty straight seconds.

In fact, he didn’t stop his celebrating until nearly a full minute after he began, panting in complete shock as the rest of his sensations started to lessen. The heat that gripped along his entire body was fading away, and as he felt himself being freed from his otter compatriot’s maw, he soon felt both of his manipulators hugging along his sides.

“Spectacular job, man!” The familiar lilt of the ferret’s voice reassured Sly quite a bit as he started to lose his balance. “Don’t worry, the exhaustion is part of it. Let’s get you seated.”

Miles quickly rose up and helped wrap Sly’s arm around his back. “Just a few more steps to the side, right back to the couch. You were amazing, you know!”

Thankfully, the trio navigated around the coffee table and brought their friend down to the couch, laying him down across the entire length. Psi rushed off to the kitchen to ready a few more glasses of ice water while Miles remained as attentive as possible. “Don’t say a word until we get you hydrated, Sly.” The otter took Sly’s hands within his, stroking calmly along them. “You’ll feel better in a few minutes, I promise.”

It took another several minutes, as well as three glasses of icy water, to finally get Sly to feel anywhere near normal. It wasn’t a surprise, since most online testimonials stated that various other users felt like they were hit by a truck afterwards. Sly was faring a little bit worse, seeing as how his body ached as if the entirety of rush hour hit him all at once. 
Psi put a cold washcloth on Sly’s forehead as Miles snuggled in next to his friend as he lay on the couch. “The first time is always the worst,” the otter whispered as he stroked along his friend’s arm. “But you’re strong, and in the end it helps make this shape easier to get again, if you wanted.”

Sly’s eyebrows raised up upon hearing this. Easier to get again? That was more than just an additional fifty dollar investment his friends had made. In fact, that was the model above that! The benefits in that particular product was that the body helps retain some intrinsic memory of the changes it receives. After multiple applications, usually three, the changes could be instigated with a trigger rather than the fluid, although it had its downsides. It would only last for a few hours, if you kept the same shape for a few applications in a row, and would work like a transformation into a second form.

The highest price of admittance, though, was the activation. Relaxation was the key to set everything into actual motion, but most people have found that the easiest method of achieving suchwas with attaining an afterglow. Being on vacation or break also worked equally well, but considering it takes a lot less effort and money to tend to one’s own natural urges, one could see why the more taboo option was the preferred one.

“I guess the cat is out of the bag, isn’t it?” Sly’s daydreaming was cut short as he started into Psi’s eyes, not noticing when he started laying on top of both himself and Miles. He also contemplated how the couch was supporting all of them at once. “Well, before you have a look at yourself, how about we take you out for a test run?”

A blush just as hot as the transformation process suddenly struck Sly’s cheeks. “Sure, but do you think that you did a good enough job?” 

Miles, not worried in the slightest, used his wriggling prowess to start sneaking his way from Sly’s side to laying right underneath him. “By the time we’re done you’re going to feel like a different raccoon…as if you weren’t one already.”

The otter certainly didn’t mince words, especially since all of that time servicing his friend that he went a little bit without attention himself. Miles’s large length quickly slipped between Sly’s cheeks, parting them as he started to slide back and forth, carefully going over that new slit between his friend’s legs.

All of that motion sent Sly’s new addition into a frenzy, especially with the application of a wealthof otter pre all along the raccoon’s taint. Soon, that throbbing erection spread around both of their preliminary juices, until Miles felt he had accumulated enough to start teasing his bulging crown right around Sly’s tight tailhole.

As Miles slipped to cater to Sly’s backdoor, Psi was more than happy to take up the effort in front. The ferret made sure to grip along his transformed friend’s shaft, encasing it with his fingers and palm until it reached its full, more than foot-long majesty. Psi’s own length barely compared to his Sly’s as he slid it up alongside for a rich frotting, but it didn’t matter. It only took a few more strokes to get the ringtail’s cock babbling like a brook, pouring out precum every which way.

With both friend thoroughly lubricated with Sly’s own pleasure, rubbing all along the openings they desired, they slipped in straightaway. Psi parted Sly’s pussy and sank a few inches in, taking his time as he let his thumb sneak below his line of sight, pleasuring that gift of a clit whenever he could. On the other side Miles was already thrusting into Sly’s star with everything he had, several inches taking a sudden plunge so mighty the upward motion of his pelvis made both of his friends above bounce upward in kind.

Without a word, other than assorted huffs and kisses along Sly’s neck and shoulders, Psi and Miles worked as a coordinated team. As Psi withdrew, Miles made it his mission to give such a pound that it would cause Sly’s hips to jut right into Psi’s pelvis until both of their sacks rattled together. As thanks, the ferret would slam himself down with all of the strength he could muster, making sure that Miles would effortlessly grace Sly’s prostate each time.

The pistoning only continued, growing in intensity as the time passed. The couch cushions were more than accommodating throughout, contorting and adjusting through each massive thrust. Moaning was inevitable, especially when the adventurous otter snaked his hand between Sly’s side and arm and cupped the raccoon’s virgin breast. Upon hearing the delight, Psi joined in  and stroked along the other, trailing his fingers underneath and leading up to tease along his now-herm friend’s nipple.

Back and forth the intensity grew, Sly finally crying out as his precum started to shoot out in such bursts from his shaft that he could have sworn that he reached his climax. In fact, his inner olds were clasping tight around Psi’s shaft, offering resistance to each thrust as Psi drew in to a solid hilt. His own ferret juices soaked every nook and cranny within Sly, and the constant rush of two different pairs of balls against his own testicles was enough to drive his feminine bits to a true orgasm.

With the rush of rich nectar greeting Psi’s efforts, Sly clamped his backdoor tight around Miles’s shaft. As the vice-like grip started to milk Miles’s pre, he was only too happy to give as much as he could. His free left hand trailed along the raccoon’s hip as his fingers kneaded into it all the more, finally coming to a stop along his turgid staff, right at the base. Within a few thrusts he slipped his fingers around his base until he had a solid grip. A small unseen wink up to a ferret above accompanied the light stroking.

Sly was almost at a loss. His new pussy was cumming beyond belief, especially after he counted what had to be his eleventh orgasm. His eyes shut like mad, every single cell in his body reveling in the ecstasy as it shot through his body like a bolt of lightning. With a light chuckle, Psi dipped his hand into the space between some of the cushions to pull out a particularly-girthy onahole.

After all, it certainly paid to be prepared.

Astoundingly, the masked, sandwiched raccoon could barely feel the toy being applied onto his tip. His own massive outbursts kept it drippingly lubricated, and both Psi and Miles made sure that not only would the toy slide only seven inches down his cock, but that the otter would have plenty of room to keep on stroking.

Finding himself double-teamed with twice of the stroking, gripping, and pounding, the only sounds Sly had escaping him were higher-pitched chirrs of approval. He couldn’t even tell how long it took, but the sensation was second-to-none. 

The minute-long orgasm from earlier? It was a mere drop in the bucket compared to this explosion. The force of his initial shots were more than enough to send the onahole flying off. As for the additional shots, they kept arcing upward between Psi and himself, completely soaking them both with extensive strands of his adoration. He was only spurred on by both the ferret and the otter both bursting equally within him, so much so that they threatened to flood both of his holes without a single care for the state of the room.

The constant motion between the trio subsided a few minutes later. Even after the festivities ended they all stayed within one another, and Sly was treated to an immense massage all over his body from his friends.

“Oh, by the way,” Psi started off, his index finger trailing between Sly’s bountiful chest. “In making that new cooch of yours, I may have enhanced your production just a little bit.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure that it probably won’t be permanent.” Miles stroked along the raccoon’s cheek from behind, happily trying to convey the wink he wished to give him.

The only sound in the room for a few seconds was the clock above the flat-screen TV, ticking away.

“Are you sure about that?” Sly finally broke the silence with a slight coo in his voice. “Well, you better work harder the next time so it’s permanent throughout!”

The ferret above laughed a bit and took a survey of the room, taking note of all of the damage. “Tell you what. Promise to clean up each and every time we all have some fun and we can call it a deal.”

“Doesn’t the next shipment get here tomorrow?” Miles was already swishing his rudder around as much as he could, despite it being trapped between him and the couch.

“So you DID spend the extra on me!!” If Sly had not been so exhausted he would have burst up with such force he would have shoved Psi right onto the floor in glee, then smothered the two of them so full of kisses they would be begging for him to stop.

But, before anyone could get through a full response, all three of them slowly drifted off to sleep. Sly would just have to lose himself in a mirror later on, taking in all of his new curves and shapely features. Besides, it was best to enjoy the afterglow while it lasted. 

No matter what, another two shipments of the gift were on the way. What better way to treat a wonderful friend with a dream come true than to keep the elation going?