Swirling one's own finger around in their cup of coffee is rarely a sign of quality, and Core knew it. Still, it was the only coffee shop close to his dorm, and the way things were going this past month a cold mug of joe was the least of his problems. There was still another 7 hours to wait for his project to render properly, and in the meantime he still had to prepare several pieces for a gallery showing, complete a 20 page research paper on an animation studio of his choosing, and then finish inking and coloring his traditionally-made comic book. 

All that mattered was that the poor arctic fox's eyes hadn't shut for more than three seconds at a time in the past two days, and that the coffee at this place supposedly had the greatest caffeine jolt a body could use in lieu of sleep. Considering his eyes were starting to glaze over, moving from double-vision to triple-vision, he knew he needed something, anything to keep on going. The fact that his cup arrived 20 minutes prior and still wasn’t bringing his body back to life wasn’t helping his situation any.

"Can I freshen that up for you, Core?" The lemur barista called from across the counter, mostly due to the fact that Core was the only customer still left in the store. She was more a beanstalk than anything else, really, standing a few inches shy of seven feet tall and so lanky that every movement she made captured attention, as if balletic and the rest of the world were her audience. Despite that grace, though, here Sandra worked every day, ready to brew another cup or make some towering concoction of stimulant and cream for anyone walking through the door.

"Uhm? Oh, yeah, sure, please, thank you," Core mumbled as he turned slowly to look at her. The drink had yet to share its energy with him and he was barely holding onto consciousness by a thread. Despite his workaholic nature, every inch of his black-furred self was beyond exhaustion and only through his forearm and palm of his hand, by holding up his chin, was keeping him alive. 

Sandra gave a silent nod from across the room, before conducting a small symphony of noises from back behind the counter. It sounded anything other than brewing a simple cup of coffee, which Core had originally ordered, but he didn't care much. He was spending most of those five minutes staring at the tile floor in a daze.

Before he could snap out of his muddled state Sandra snuck up beside him and placed a tall, steaming mug on the table. "On the house, I think you're working yourself too hard," she said softly, almost motherly as she patted the table next to his delivered drink. "I just have to warn you, though, this is going to keep you up for days, and you're going to crash like you can't imagine by-"

The lemur was taken a bit aback as Core started to gulp down the frothy, scalding liquid without hesitation. By her reasoning it should have scalded every cell in his body that it came across, but Core barely batted an eye. Either Core was so out-of-it that even pain wasn’t registering or he just needed caffeine that badly. “A-are you okay there? Wasn’t that a bit, you know, hot?”

Core leaned back in his seat, eyes completely shut as if anticipating the caffeine to bring him back to life at any minute. “Nah, it was tepid, don’t worry about it. Although I am feeling a bit warm inside.” A slow grin developed across his muzzle, as wide as his lips could allow. “It was delicious though.”

Raising an eyebrow, Sandra ambled back towards the counter to clean things up. “Just let me know if you have any questions, alright? I’ll just be getting things set up over here.”

Any questions? That seemed a bit out of the blue. Core was going to inquire further but that internal heat he was feeling seemed to ratchet up in intensity. In fact, it felt like it was coursing through his body now, and not simply in his stomach like usual. It was as if the growing temperature had a mind of its own, making its way from his abdomen to parts further south, battering its intense way until it lodged its raging self right along his genitals. The arctic fox tried to remain as calm as possible as the heat radiated off of the bulge in his pants, which only seemed to throb just as fast as his increasing heartbeat. Core couldn’t tell what he should do at this point; either he finally passed out and was having what would certainly be a wet dream in the middle of the coffee shop, or he was wide awake and getting all the more horny every second.  

Either way, he had never wished that this café had a public bathroom more than that particular moment.

Core slid his chair closer to the table, trying to hide his discomfort and shock as much as possible underneath the tablecloth.  His mind raced as his shaft and balls were slowly expanding, to the point where he could feel the cotton briefs he was wearing underneath begin to tear away under the strain. The growing holes and rips exposed his increasing tumescence into the cool metallic embrace of his jeans’s zipper, which he thanked plenty of deities was still closed up.  His fingers grasped along the tabletop, swearing that it wasn’t covered before, but it didn’t matter. So long as he had some coverage, he could at least keep his random, unheard-of growing to himself.

Knowing that his facial expressions were going to be as telling as his clothes-destroying growth down below, Core pressed his muzzle down along the table and curled up his arms around his head. At least he would look like he was taking a quick nap, which made absolute sense. Besides, he didn’t want Sandra to think that he felt this way about her, like some lust-driven vulpine in the midst of mating season. She was sweet enough, for the dozen or so times she waited on him before, but he would die of embarrassment if she saw him like this, certainly. 

Still, his unexplained growth spurt was the least of his problems. He gulped back a yelp that threatened to leap right out of his throat right as he felt an intense sliding heat emerged from beneath his sizable balls. Those orbs were easily the size of oranges now, plump and malleable as they felt filled to the brim with his excitement, but that intense blaze crept along his taint until it suddenly rushed inward into his body. 

Despite the sudden onset of pressure and raging heat into his nethers, Core could have sworn it felt pleasurable. His shaft started dripping with his precum, letting it seep into his zipper as his cock desperately fought against it for pure freedom. The heat kept surging within and without, as if constantly being penetrated by a bonfire. The imaginary flames seemed to lap as his taint, teasing and toying with it, until he started to feel all the more wet down between his cheeks. Core’s right arm quickly slid under the table for a second opinion, since he could have sworn that as soaking wet as his bulging front had become that his slick pre had not yet seeped down that far.

Just as the blushing fox spread his legs a bit more apart to give his fingers a bit more room to check, the front of his jeans finally lost the fight. A massive tear split the crotch portion of his jeans in twain, right along the zipper. Shocked, Core slid forward in his chair as fast as he could, just to give his bits all the more room. Never had he been so happy to have his face almost entirely out-of-view, since feeling his exposed bits rub along his legs was making his face contort such that it couldn’t be perceived as anything other than sexual bliss. His erection stood a good few inches beyond his knees, close to two full feet of raging fox cock, throbbing as if it was stiff for the very first time in his life. Core’s own balls dangled between his legs, rotund and as plump as could be, to the point where his knees had to remain far apart to support their watermelon-like heft.

When Core’s fingers finally wedged themselves past his titanic sack and the remaining scraps of denim, he finally let out one of the yelps he had been holding in for nearly half an hour. Unexpectedly, his digits slipped into what he assumed was going to be his fur-covered flesh, growing absolutely drenched with what felt as thick as his cum. Confusion washed over Core, since as pleasurable as everything was he knew he was still only barely dripping from the tip of his gargantuan shaft. Eager to pull his hand right back out in surprise, he pulled out at a slightly different angle than he had when he thrust in. The side of his index finger found its way over what felt like a nub, and before his fingertips could leave this new slit into his body he felt a massive splash of rich cream squirt onto his hand.

Dripping from almost the wrist on down, feeling a growing puddle of feminine joy grow on the seat of his chair, Core prayed that he would wake up any second. That new slit beneath him, his new vagina, orgasmed around three times in rapid succession, to the point where it was so stimulating he was fearful that his throbbing pole was soon going to follow suit. 

“I take it you liked that cup, hmmm?” Core had barely heard Sandra pull up a chair next to him and sit down, and the sound of her voice only made him bury his face all the more into the table and his arm. “I have a feeling it might have been a bit more effective than I first thought!”

The arctic fox could only whimper in place, thankful that the pitiable sounds he was making were masking his desire to moan. Despite reality setting in that he wasn’t actually asleep, his body was more than eager to grace his chair with a fourth burst from his feminine lips.

Sandra leaned in a bit more until she was practically nibbling Core’s ear. “Don’t worry, I called you a cab. It’ll meet you out back.” She whispered tenderly, just as she started to move the tablecloth off and start to tie it around her customer’s midsection. “I’ll take care of the cleanup, and the ride is already paid for. As much as crotch-less pants may be all the rage in certain places online, I’d hate for you to get arrested.”

She giggled softly as she looked at her handiwork. It wasn’t hard to coax Core to shift and move slightly just so she could wrap the covering around his lower half, and with her deft work it was as if she fashioned a gorgeous skirt for him. As he stood up, blushing as red as an apple, she nodded in approval; despite his girth, to which she averted his eyes to preserve Core’s own modesty, not a bit of bulge was visible amongst the temporary flowing skirt. Sandra gave a small clap in approval, all the happier that she cleared off the table and set it properly right after Core adventurously guzzled his drink.

“D-don’t I owe you for that cup?” Core finally squeaked out as Sandra and he walked towards the back door.

“Nah, it’s on the house,” Sandra sighed and patted the smaller fox’s shoulder. “Besides, I couldn’t charge you for that. Oh, and Core, your body is going to keep you awake now with various spurts now, so you should be wide awake for another day or so to get things done.” She almost wanted to throw in the notion that it would be when he wasn’t overwhelmed with the urge to masturbate, but she felt that was better kept to herself.

“Wait, what?! When is this all going to wear off?!” The fox was positively panicked now, although the retained blush in his cheeks suggested he wasn’t necessarily as angry as he was surprised.

Wanting to comfort him, Sandra crouched down a bit until they were both eye-to-eye. “Well, the urges will stop after two days, but you’ll feel as good as if you slept tons from now until then. As for the new addition…just a little longer than that, still temporary and all. Stop by again tomorrow morning while I’m on shift and I’ll walk you through it all, okay?”

After Core slipped out the door and into the awaiting taxi while Sandra saw him off, she hummed to herself as she grabbed the bucket full of cleaning supplies from the stockroom. The vulpine may have been a bit shocked by it all, but what he didn’t know was that they shared close mutual friends. She was just glad to give him something both effective and fun, things he both desperately needed, in such a rough time.

Besides, Sandra was sure she would see him tomorrow morning, quite possibly blushing even more than today. She couldn’t help it if she may have forgotten about some of the after-effects of the coffee. Things just slip the mind in the heat of the moment, that’s all.