I would give you all the hugs I could if I could.

Aww, shucks! Thanks! Just me sharing a tf fantasy inspired by something a friend shared with me last night!

It's a fun kinky concept, I may need to write or rp out someday soon...

The changes are subtle at first. An emasculating nickname can't do much beyond bruise your pride, right?

But soon he catches himself mooing every so often. He can't help it, the noise just slips out.

And have his udders been swelling? Er, his pecs? They feel so full...

An accidental spill of his drink down onto his shirt just as someone rings the bell for the morning meeting seals his fate.

He goes to meet his new co-workers smelling of cream.

A big brown bull of a man stares at him and breaks into a grin.

"Folks, this here's our newest partner, 'Milkmaid'..."

Elsewhere on a farm, a bright-eyed young farmhand was just hired. He's eager to learn the ins and outs of the job.

All the other, older farm hands gave each other nicknames for each other as a sign of friendly respect. As he sips his morning milk, he can't wait to learn what his will be.

When did that get there? Wasn't it always there? A tail sways behind their bottom, the base brushing up against a dark stain on their khaki pants as they confusedly add a raindrop sticker to the chart.

As the vixen babysitter praises them for being honest about their peepee accident today.

"It's ok, sweetie, your parents told me you still had trouble noticing when your body tells you it's potty time! Lots of big kits have this problem..."

The sitter pets the future big baby fox's head as they blush, staring at a potty training chart on their bedrook wall.

With THEIR name on it.

It feels good to suck on it. Maybe just for a few moments, then they'll shove this invasive "babysitter" out of their home.

Nuk... nuk... nuk..

What were they thinking about again? Sitter's lap feels warm and comfortable to rest their head on. And when she pets their foxy ears it feels nice...

"Aww, those are some big words for such a cute little fox kit!"

"Does my little kit want their binky?"

Each phrase making the victim feel little and intimidated by someone nearly half their age. Angry protests giving way to blushing and stammering, before a pacifier is pushed between their lips.

Elsewhere, there's a knock on someone's apartmenr door. Their Babysitter is here!

Except they're fourty years old.

But that doesn't seem to matter to the smiling twenty-one year old vixen from the local college... she's got a fully stocked diaper bag and a job to do.

A coworker was called a bitch once or twice by a few others. Never made sense to you since "bitch" was male

Or was he?

As you pass by a kennel at the office, watching a doggy girl with heaving breasts lapping a bull's cum out of a doggy dish, it's hard to remember they weren't always a good Bitch.

Your skin grows more rubbery. You find yourself swimming more as recreation, stress relief. You can't remember why you bought a business suit that doesn't accomidate your tail.

It happens so gradually you barely notice the changes even as you're cleaning your sharpened teeth.

Soon, nicknames turn into people talking about it like it's literal:

"Look out, Shark smells blood in the water!"

"Piss off Shark and you're gonna get bit!"

Little things that could easily be dismissed as just playful banter. But the more they say it, the more you crave sushi and feel your fins.

Someone at your job as a law firm giving you the nickname "Shark". Suddenly everyone's calling you it. You can't help but feel a bit more assertive. You suddenly feel like swimming.

Thank you for the sympathy. I hope you're having a good day, my friend

She doesn't. She never knew about a lot of shit because I never told her until years later, for reasons. It was never her fault and I don't blame her for it.

But she blamed herself and it was shitty of me to bring it up.

And yes, I tried it. Kava is served in a coconut shell traditionally, and here's a picture or two of my meal.

It was bitter and herbal and minty and made my tongue numb, but beyond that I had no experiences, religious or otherwise. Not my favorite beverage, but novel and worth a try! #MauiVacay

Dinner at Wow-Wee Maui's Kava Bar and Grill!

"Kava" is a hawaiian herb that I'm told is often compared to alcohol in that it is said to have similar effects but without the alcohol itself. Ancient Hawaiians supposedly took it to have religioua experiences. #MauiVacay