Year 4: Roy

For the last couple years, outbreaks of strange viruses, outrageous germs, and outright weird diseases had begun to plague the earth and its people. The spread was never pinpointed in one area, and many believed that it was some sort of biological anomaly since world population had gotten so high.

Roughly three years prior to current events, the reports of limbs becoming invisible while still functioning as normal began to occur. Meanwhile, people would be able to jump higher, set things on fire, or manipulate water. These events all began at random, and never seemed to stick around for most. The world thought the day would come for superheroes to emerge...

About two years ago, these changes began to vary in many ways. Most of them sexual, and very few were about having powers. STDs changed drastically from a negative standpoint, to a sort of game of how many you could acquire, from getting a bigger dick, becoming another gender, growing breasts, and most of what you could expect. These changes were very out of control, but the rate of most cases died down after about a week or two, though some had stuck around for months.

One year ago, people began developing animalistic traits. This began some new panic as religious groups began to assume that the gods were going to spread humankind thin. Ears and tails of animals were both a sign of bad omen, and one of exotic diversity. The past couple years mixed with this effect, only created a cesspool of biological differences and quickly wore out the human genome. So many changes to one individual began to make them more susceptible to more changes, and possibly allow for the short term effects to become permanent.

Scientists had a field day with these changes, and began to tamper with the various ways that people were changing. Cures for most things are possible today, and organizations for maintaining order within the biological code have sprouted like plumbing companies. For a small fee, you could remove a minor affliction. Some people found themselves bedridden by genitals that had grown too large, and these companies became an asset to situations like that. A couple reports of people growing bigger than a house had come up a few times, but vaccinations became easy, and stopping a grower was easier than stargazing.

The world has been in an exciting age as of late, with so many distinctions between people, and changes becoming easy to obtain and exchange. There were a few spots where science couldn’t touch, and those were mainly full biological transformations. Horses, wolves, cats, dogs, and sometimes birds were examples of full transformations. But these changes were not always a complete shift, most of these biological shifts had been set in the middle ground between human and animal. The world already had a word for these, and so the term furry became a common word to categorize these individuals, as well as a racist term for those who feared the changes.

The world was now en route to a new change, and another wave of individuals with new things to discover. This new year was now yet another milestone in the biological shift for the human race.


Robert stands in the enclosed space of his apartment's elevator, clad with stainless steel panels and laminated wood edging. The handles lining the small transportation room were both of the materials together, with the wood on top, and the steel on bottom, while a thin black plastic strip separated the two materials despite the otherwise round appearance.

The chime dings, and the man steps forward through the steel doors as they spread. Robert is seen now as he usually is, with a plain white shirt on under a thick brown jacket that you would normally see on a construction worker or electrician. The straight leg jeans end a bit lower than a usual fit, and a pair of gray and black running shoes cling to his feet with the shoe laces cut to allow smaller knots.

In his hand, Robert carries a lunch box in a white and red pattern for the top part and the bottom part. His head is still fitted with a hardhat and safety glasses, with his leather gloves from work in his jacket pockets, sticking out by the wrists. He is dusty as always, and exhausted from his day's work at a warehouse for construction materials. The job payed well, but it was hard on any man brave enough to stand below a crane in winter weather. He never did any of the building, but he was in charge of making sure the materials were loaded on a truck and ready to ship to a nearby site.

With a quick motion of his hand in his pocket, he swings out his keys and quickly locates the one for his apartment. His hands work fast on the lock and with a jingle and a click, he enters the flat to see his room mate and two of his meat head friends watching wrestling with the volume up high. The room is filled with the TV's blaring roar of crowd and wrestlers alike as the trio wail a cheer for their favorite gladiators.

Robert's room mate, Tim, was sitting in the recliner beside the couch with a set of empty beer bottles beside him. The other two, were bald of course, though Mike sports a goatee and the clean shaven one was Eugene. All three wear the usual Wal*Mart tapout gear and shorts despite the weather. Robert had concluded that they had to take lunch money from people at the gym instead of getting jobs because they were always here, always payed rent, and either found beer or stole it.

“Hey guys.” Robert says as he turns the locks on the doors and makes his way around the back of the couch to his room.

“ROY BOY! Get over here and watch this shit! I think there’s going to be a televised murder this time!” Tim shouts without looking away.

Robert stops to look over at the TV to see the scantily clad muscle men going at it. One has a chair, the other has a pool of blood. “This looks pretty one sided...” Robert says with a chuckle.

“I know! This new guy is going to beat the shit out of this pussy!” Mike adds, as the one in the puddle of blood tries to get up, only to be hit by the chair again and then exaggeratedly free-falls on his face.

“Why isn’t the ref doing anything?” Robert glares, inspecting the scene before him.

“The ref went to the hospital! The announcers are being held up by his tag team partner!” Tim adds. The tides turn though as the guy getting beat rolls aside and sweeps the leg of his opponent holding the chair. The recovering wrestler stands up and grabs a nearby folding table, lifts it over his head, and falls back with the blunt furniture straight above him. The table comes slamming down on his previous assailant and knocks him out. The room is filled with more shouts of awe and bloodthirsty roid rage.

“Shit...” Robert chuckles quietly under all the shouting. Once it dies down, he speaks up again “well I'm heading to bed. Don't be too loud okay, assholes?” “later!” Tim quickly replies as Robert sets off to his room. The door closes behind him and with a click, the lock is set.

Roy flicks the light on, drops his jacket near the dresser, and begins to untie his shoes. The sounds of the TV outside his room are still loud, but his mind was so full of what he had to do in the morning for work. A twelve hour shift of heavy lifting, sorting, paperwork, and the occasional idiot getting hurt doing something stupid gets tiring. Most people think that Robert would be the kind of guy that would be sent out for injuries, but he was actually really smart with the equipment.

Now completely naked, Robert grabs some nearby pajamas and slips them on before slipping under the covers and turning off the light. His lightly toned body begins to set, muscles releasing tension and joints pulsing in reaction from use. His mind slips away quickly into a REM cycle, and the usual calmness of sleep takes over.


Senses blur and flicker in for Roy at first. The heavy sleep had hidden away his senses as he awoke to the sound of his already maximum volume alarm. Robert stays in position under the sheets, hidden from the cold. His sense of feeling begins to set in, but is seems all wrong. With a turn of his head, his face seems to hit the pillow, and he can feel it, but its with his lips... that don’t feel like they're moving... and the sensation of holding his head up with his chest is almost... squishing something... himself...

In a panic, Roy flips in place, sits up, then looks down. His eyes are met with the image of two red furred breasts, with a yellow patterned triangle down from the shoulders with the tip below the new mammories.

Roy lifts her new arms, exploring the tanned, rough skin resembling talons, and just before the elbow, the hide goes into more red fur. She still has five fingers, but the nails seem pointed and still set near the outside edge of the fingers.

Robert moves her hands to her chest and feels them over, confirming the fact that this is real, they are real, and that she is not actually dreaming. Although awestruck by the change, Roy clicks the ever buzzing alarm off and tries to calm herself. Next, she had to try and see if she had at least retained some part of her masculine identity.

Her hand slides down below the sheets and under the pajama bottoms, only to find the area where a cock had been, replaced by a smooth, sensual area, and further down, the sensation of a mound with two lips parting at the arrival of her fingers running through them. The shock comes quickly though, and she yanks her hand out and leans back against the wall. Something inside of her just snapped, and she is set with a sense of hopelessness. Her mind wandering with who to tell and what reactions she would get.

Tears are brought to her cheeks as she glares hollowly in a state of pure mental agony. Her life wouldn’t allow her to be a female! Everything about her was male! Cheap packs of Wal*Mart shirts, doubled with either carpenter's pants or jeans. Her family was pretty religious, and her roommates were sexist pigs that wouldn’t surprise anyone if they got pinned for rape. Work was another issue. There was of course sexist roles at a construction related job, and surely nobody would take her seriously.

She thinks herself into a sickness, and leans over in reaction to throw up beside the bed. Once that's over, Roy grabs her phone beside the bed and pulls up the contact for her boss, and clicks call. As the tone rings, her nerves go wild, and her body shakes.

“Rob! How's it hangin'?” Robert's boss usually answers with that... but it irks a different reaction this time.

“i just woke up and puked all over. Whatever this is, got me bad...” Roy's shaky female voice was enough to set tears off again. The tones were all wrong.

“You sound like shit. I'll get you these next two days off. We have a rookie that can take a beating for you anyways... but we're going to need you back for the Scrod-donger project.” Robert wasn’t in the mood for the dick and balls pun of the Schrodinger Hospital project.

“I’ll try. Thank you.” Roy clicks the hang up button and lifts her legs to her ample chest, assuming the fetal position. No matter how much she tried... she could not calm herself down, and thoughts were swarming like bees, making noise and blurring out the world around her. The thoughts of what to do in situations, what her role is... its all changed now!

She opens her tear ridden eyes and realizes for the first time how her own reactions have changed... was it estrogen that's amplifying all of this? Emotion was so much heavier, and thoughts and implications were so much more like this. Her mind goes to trail off on another tangent but she catches herself and snaps out of it.

“fuck...” she says under her breath and climbs out of bed, opposite the side she puked on. Her mission right now was to get to a mirror, and at least assess the damage.

She slides off the pajamas and steps off into the bathroom attached to her room, turning on the light and looking herself in the mirror. Her frame is almost perfectly feminine, with wide hips, small waist, D cup breasts with pink nipples capping them, eyelashes lengthy enough to never need extensions, and an avian beak where the corners of her mouth moved to make expressions and allow the ability to talk somewhat normally. The tip of her beak was crowned with a part that hooks down mostly, but the lower jaw has enough room to move freely and still close. Making a puffy cheek face was different, with a combination of lip movement memory and jaw holding for the beak, but it was possible. The white hair was a different feature, and reaches down to the middle of her back.

What really got her about her face, was the purple gleaming irises she had, that peer curiously back at her with a strange allure. Her eye lids worked differently, and somehow the angle of the eyes allowed her to look forward, despite looking like they were on the side of a beaked head. She concludes that the antennas going from her beak give off this illusion, and she goes back to admiring her body.

With a turn of her hips she sees that she has quite the ass! And the angle is pretty enticing as well! She turns her back completely to the mirror and looks back. Her ass is a, well, cute, but still very acknowledged bubble butt that fills out to fit well with the wide hips... her butt wasn't big by any means, but instead very shapely and erotic to say the least.

The sensation of her nether regions pulsing makes her look forward and cup her crotch. Was this arousal for women? The sensation of her lips swelling makes her gasp as she pants and holds the mound a bit more firmly. Her pussy lips spread and sensitive skin meets that of her somewhat rough hide on her hand. Her cheeks become redder, and her body is swimming with a new sort of lust. Robert feels it welling inside her, intense desire and pleasure stirring her up.

She pulls her hand away, panting, and moves her fingers together to feel the slick dampness of her new female lubricant. The whole idea of what just happened starts to creep up on her, and Roy finds herself disgusted by what had just happened. And there sure as hell wouldn't be any dick going inside of her! Not at least while she's alive!

Robert stands upright again, still quite aroused, she heads out to her room with a towel and begins cleaning up the earlier mess. This calms her down a bit, and she throws the towel in the laundry to take care of it later.

She wasn’t so disgusted by the change after knowing she was a goddamn bombshell... but this meant new challenges ahead of her in terms of interaction with people. In fact, she was reflecting on her own treatment of women in the past... he was mostly a "nice guy", but the idea of being cared for was a bit worrying for her. She had played the role of... well... a guy that wanted to have sex... he would hit on women, tell them that they were beautiful, stare at their asses when they weren’t looking... How would all of this come back on her now?

Tim was actually pretty shitty with women... he groped them when he could, gave a wolf whistle when one passed by him, and never heard the word 'no'. All of this wasn’t too bad when she was a guy, but now if she was faced with those situations... she would end up in big trouble, especially since she was a bit smaller than her male version.

Roy shakes her head now, reminding herself that she can't dwell on it and just gets back to the issue of finding something to wear. Her usual shirts were fine. She picks out a black shirt to hide the fact that she is bra-less, and when she puts on her boxers, she finds that they fit weird, and kinda high on her hips. Her jeans do the same, and she has to use her belt on a different notch to find a good fit.

Her appearance in the mirror is pretty funny actually... her shirt was hanging in front off of her breasts, making ripples vertically that move as she does. Her jeans fit okay, but the belt cinches it so that there are creases being held tight by the belt. Her shoes fit, but they were a bit loose even with full adjustments. She feels proud of herself for now, and then realizes that she should probably get some actual clothes after a visit to the biological anomaly physicians...

She grabs her wallet, phone, keys, and jacket, and opens the door to the living room. Nobody is home, which saves her a lot of time and effort, though the scent of beer bottles reeks more than usual.

Upon approach, Roy notices the door to the hallway has a note on it. She picks it up and scans over the childish writing. “went to the gym. The guys should be gone before you wake up. Pick up muscle milk on your way home.” she sighs and crumples up the letter to put it in her pocket, and heads out on her way.