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Fluffy Growth

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Artoochu2014

“Hi, Sasha!”

Whereas Rachel and Janine, two girls with a secret, went together perfectly, they had been ecstatic to find out that there was another person, living near where Janine had moved to, who could also shapeshift! And what better day to do it than when the sun was shining on a brand new, practically sparkling with cleanliness house that they had had the good fortune to get the keys to.

Rachel and Janine, well, they went together well. It wasn’t as if two shapeshifters found each other every day of the week and it could not be helped that they managed to cause all manner of havoc. They were pretty nondescript in terms of how they looked for everyday things, when they were not shapeshifting, Janine with long, brown hair while Rachel was blonde, both bright and airy with pretty faces and a lightness in their steps. After moving away, it was even more important to the two of them that they got together as much as possible.

“Wow…” Sasha exclaimed, though she already had Rachel in her arms, as if all three of them were long-time friends. “Your clothes… They are amazing!”

And, so, they were as Rachel giggled, though she couldn’t do a twirl to show off her fluffy clothes. She wore a long, flowing, draping fur coat that layered itself beautifully around her in rich, natural shades of brown. That might have been more than enough for many, on a purely aesthetic level, though she wanted more, the softness of it, the luxurious feel of the fur and how it swung around her. There was a weight to it too that reminded her of exactly what she was wearing and, honestly, it was all Rachel could do sometimes to not stand there stroking her lovely, fur coat over and over again, running her fingers through it, all for the simple pleasure of touch.

Janine was similarly dressed where she had accentuated parts of her clothing with fluffy notes, bobbles on her short boots, though the weather was surely too warm for such wear. Or it would be soon, at least, her coat only coming down to her hips, but thick and fluffy too, white and black as if she was about to start strutting down a catwalk, showing off everything fluffy that she could ever have adorned her body with.

“I’m so glad you two get on,” Janine said, for it had been her who had met and found out about Sasha first of all. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t!”

Of course, three shapeshifters with a love of all things furry could not fail to get along with each other, quite honestly, but sometimes what they had in common could pull them apart too. It was much better, in their case, that it brought them together in a much better way than they ever could have anticipated.

But they were all there for a reason and the house begged far more attention than even Rachel’s fluffy clothes as they laughed and danced inside, spinning and jumping, happiness radiating from them. It would have been strange for an onlooker to see them so joyful, for it seemed as if it had quite come out of nowhere, but they knew what they were there for.

Janine, however, could not help herself, not as Sasha showed them what they had come there to see, transforming into her canine form. Her hair melded softly into white fur, thick and voluptuous, as if it was going to be her defining feature. Rather than dropping to all fours, she let her new, fluffy body grow and grow as the seams drew taut, straining until they could not help but to burst, allowing fur to poke through, straining to be known.

“Oh!” Rachel clapped her hands in a shaft of sunlight, none of the rooms in the brand-new house yet having curtains, even if they were going to make it so that no one could ever live there. “You’re so fluffy! So furry!”

Sasha laughed, though Janine was not to be left out as Sasha’s clothes hung from her modest new canine body, the white dog with long, floppy ears. However, her trousers still had to be ripped through. The fur poked through the tiniest of gaps and holes in them, showing off just how much of it there was to grow, a tail sticking out over the waistband of her trousers, until they could not hold back anymore.

Rrrriiiiiip!

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Even Sasha had to shake her head as her trousers ripped, though there was nothing immodest about it at all even as her clothes hung from her, showing her body. There was more than enough fur to cover everything important, even the feminine rise of her chest, her tongue lolling out in a pink spill of canine, even though the main feature of her dog form was the fur. It was what Sasha adored the most and she ran her fingers through it to smooth it down, luxuriating in the divine softness.

Janine’s canine form was not quite as fluffy as Sasha had presented herself, though she did a full spin, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees, to show off her changing form, the fluff burst of a tail that knocked over a chair that had clearly been staged for what had been a show home. It was just in the way to them, to be fair, and they laughed, spinning around, hand in hand with each other, fur growing and growing and growing.

And…it just didn’t stop. Janine swung her hips as her fur fluffed up, thick and rich and brown, poking through the sleeves of her coat, out the neck, but it was too much for her clothes to take. Still, she could only laugh as her face turned into a muzzle, matching Sasha for a canine shape, her legs thickening with more fluff than a real change in physical shape. It strained at the seams of her jeans, though she relished it, the tightness, how she knew that her fur was going to burst through, though it was not the seams, in the end, that suffered the brunt of it.

No, the fabric itself, weakened from wear after so many years, could not hold up to the onslaught of her fur, fur bursting comically through at her knee, around the buttocks, even the backs of her calves. More and more poked out the ankle of her jeans, over the top of her fluffy boots, but she didn’t kick them off, instead letting the fur rip through them, tearing through, demolishing them completely and utterly.

Fur poking through was one of the best sensations, tickling and bristling, ripping through her clothes. Before Janine’s eyes, Sasha laughed and pressed on so that she forced her white fur to grow larger, longer, thicker, out of control, bursting off in all directions and crawling up the walls. It flung off the last of her clothes, leaving her bare but for her luxurious, pure white fur, laughing with her tongue hanging out, even enjoying how the fluff tickled her nose.

To listen in on everything, even though she let her own shapeshifting abilities sit on the side lines for the moment, Rachel grew a huge pair of golden, furry ears that stood up straight, though could flop over too – she was just listening to everything! They twisted back and forth, keen to catch the fur growing, the stretching rustle of it, soft hair on hair, pressing against the walls, twisting into the plasterwork.

Paint cracked, splintering ahead of the wave of fur, white and brown fluff running up the walls to the extent that Janine and Sasha could be hardly seen in the mess of it. Yet Janine’s fur was spotted with blue and white and red and pink and purple – all manner of bright colours that added to the fun of it! She had several forms that she could shapeshift into, after all, but a funky, colouring canine was her favourite, expressing herself with more colours than she could have honestly fit into a rainbow.

Janine shook off her clothes, the fur coat ripping down her back, though she did not shrug it from her shoulders to make it any easier, merely relishing in it. The shirt beneath was still somewhat intact, even if her trousers were splitting from the holes that the fur had burst through, and Sasha grabbed at her with a giggle.

“Hold still!”

The dog, after all, would not be left aside as she nuzzled in close and snuffled into the canine’s thick, growing fur, how it plumped up over Janine’s chest. There was no shape left there – not with how thickly and rapidly she was growing it – but that didn’t matter to Sasha as the fluffy white dog burrowed up under Janine’s shirt, much to Janine’s shrieks of amusement.

“Sasha! What are you doing?”

But she was laughing, even though she didn’t mind at all, not as Sasha nestled under her shirt and pressed her head back against it. If Janine’s fur had not burst through, the canine took care of the rest, ploughing her head back through the shirt to rip a hole that was just large enough for her head. Her tongue lolled out playfully, her face thick with fluff, and Janine could not help but laugh as Sasha tore her shirt all the way through, stepping back, grabbing her hands, and spinning her around again.

Rachel shook her head at her antics, but staying stepped back, even as she took on her canine form, thick and fluffy, though not quite enough – yet – to rip her clothes, made it so she could better take everything in. Janine’s fur burst through her clothes, ripping her shirt, rendering her jeans useless, shreds of cloth hanging until it was flung away by the rapid growth of fluff and fur. And it was everywhere! Crawling up the walls of the wide entrance hall, opening out into the open plan living room and diner, the kitchen on the other side of the wall.

Fur crawled up the walls, splintering through the plastering, working its way into light fittings, even filling the cavities within the walls that were there for airflow and, of course, insulation too. Fur was better insulation than anything else, however, and they leapt and dove and burrowed through the floorboards, splintering them out of the way with their fur, whooping and barking with glee.

“Look at me, Sasha, look at me!”

Even Rachel got involved, making her fur climb through the wall into the kitchen, joining them in their fun even if she wanted to take everything in too. Her fur worked its way into the cupboards, ripping them off the walls, even tossing out the pots and pans, finding its way into every small gap that there possibly could be there. There was nothing left aside, not as her gorgeous, blonde fur popped up through the plughole of the sink, sprouting from the taps and growing like grass.

Janine used her fur to push her way through the floorboards, burrowing like a wild dog – for that was what the moment was about: going wild. They had no reason to be sane and sensible and quiet and calm – no! That was not for the kind of shapeshifters that they were! A house was just a house and she sent her fur through the basement, ripping her way down, knocking staged wine racks over and fluffing up her fur all the way through them until they broke and snapped under its might.

Sasha too was keen to show off what she could do, clinging to the end of the stair bannisters as she swung off it, her fur winding up and up the bannisters, seeking the second floor. It snapped off the bannisters, too great for the stability of the new house, popping out the light fitting in the ceiling and sending the light itself crashing to the ground. Of course, there was no noise from it connecting with the ground, for there was already a thick layer of fluffy fur there, filling the hall, enticing all to join it in its fluffy growth.

They couldn’t stop wagging their tails, all three anthro canines leaping and ducking and dodging, working their way into the living area. A TV had been set up on the wall for the open house, but they didn’t mind that, fluff running under the furniture, setting it wobbling and bumping as if there was an earthquake under their feet. Yet the only tremor there that came was from them, fur working its way through the furniture, the sofa, pushing seat cushions out of the way and fluffing up quickly through the inner stuffing and padding. It wasn’t needed there, after all – not when they had something so much better, so much softer!

They broke through the wall into the study in a fluffy wave, laughing and cavorting the whole while, fur sprouting up from between books on the staged bookcase. They were only improving the place – yes! For a staged home was not a home that had ever been lived in and they were there to show that there was far more that a pack of wild anthro dogs with a penchant for mischief could do.

Yet Sasha and Janine had more wickedness at play as they grinned, challenging one another to do better. Even though they had already burrowed through the floorboards, leaving a swathe of destruction in their wake, the walls had not yet held them back and they yipped as they leapt into them with an almighty crack of bricks and plaster. Nothing was left untouched as their movement through the walls, with their fur and fluff leading the way, showed a huge bulge on the inside and outside of the house. It was as if the very walls of the house had become as permeable as a blanket that could just be dropped over someone, showing the lump of where they were beneath while their freedom of movement was not restricted at all.

They worked their way up, riding a wave of fluff to the top of the house, breaking the walls, cracking the outside. Fur poked through as if it was filling the entire house already, though the three fluffy dogs still had a way to go in that regard, wanting to show what they were capable of, the full extent of their shapeshifts and fluffy growth abilities. Sasha appeared to be a little better trained in it than them, but the luxury of fur and fluff and learning to do more was not something at all that Janine and Rachel were at all going to pass up. Fluff worked its way through the walls, showing on the outside and the inside where they were as they burrowed back and forth, laughing as they cracked the walls just to poke their heads through, though their fur was not yet done. They broke through to the cavity between the outer and inner wall, allowing them to progress, though their fur was more than enough to get them to where they wanted to go – all the way up into the attic!

And that was where the two of them could cavort, spinning around as they filled the entire attic with their fluffy fur, empty but not for long. It worked its way around the rafters, up through a window that had already been set into the roof, breaking through to the chimney block and bursting triumphantly up the top.

But they would not stay there, no, not when they could burrow back down through the walls, fluff zigzagging along with them to show exactly where they were, joining Rachel again as they sent their fluffy growth out.

No part of the house would escape as they all relished in it, the growth of their fur, how silky and soft it was, how good it felt to let that part of themselves show, completely and truly. They could be themselves around each other, sending their fur up into the bedrooms, forming a new layer of soft bedding, itching through into the fitted wardrobes and rattling the fittings in there.

They bounded through the floorboards, bursting in and out as they burrowed and dug, rendering everything a mess – a clean, fluffy mess. There would be no salvaging the house after they had been there, but none of the dogs minded. Even Rachel, who might have been a bit concerned, was too busy twitching her ears back and forth, laughing at the rustle of fur, the cracking and the splintering of the house that had once been whole.

She liked it like that, fur in all colours bursting through the windows, either forcing them to swing open with a bang or shattering them. The glass did not hurt them, not as cocooned in fluff as they were, but they took their enjoyment in it, nonetheless, making it all their new home, the best place that all of them could ever have wanted to be, even if they would not stay there for very much longer.

There was no space left in the house without their fluff, fluffing up out the chimney, out the windows, streaming down the front porch to the steps. It raced across the grass, burrowing into the soil and springing up all over again as if it was grass, prickling through the hedges and turning them white. No people were passing by for them to shock, but that was all well and good: none of them would have wanted to be disturbed in their fun.

And so it was that the three shapeshifters, showed one another the extent of their powers, teaching each other new tips and tricks, all to make their fur fluff up luxuriously, softer than ever. They dug through the walls and ripped out new entrances, laughing and wagging, eyes shining with the time of their lives. For all was right in their world of fluffy growth, Sasha at the centre of it all, the pure white of her silky fur dominating as it cushioned them all, surrounding all in an undulating sea of white.

But there was nowhere else that all three of them would have rather been.