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As Charlie removed his key from his college dorm's lock, the sigh of relief he had been waiting all day to let out finally whooshed from his lips.

As ever, college exams remained rather taxing time, especially when it came to zoological study. Charlie wasn't quite sure if he wanted to be a zookeeper, a veterinarian, natural historian, or whatever other career a bachelor's in zoology and biology got you, but as long as he got to spend his fulfilling career just being the biggest animal nerd imaginable, he'd be happy to endure the extensive amount of exams and studying for as long as he needed to. But, not tonight, he's had his fill, and was more than ready to just shirk the professionalism and let himself stretch out for the evening.

In fact, he was rather tired of being a human at the moment too. Tired of being his normal size, tired of not having fur, tired of wearing socks, all he really wanted to do right now, was literally stretch out.
So, he did.
As he leant against the door, quietly glad he didn't have any roommates, Charlie felt his heart begin to pump, and pulse, and throb, a viscous, burbling gurgle rippling through his flesh and washing exotic pleasure across him, simply because his mind willed it. He felt his hands start to strain, before luscious blonde fur bristled and sprouted across his skin, stuffing up his clothes snugly as his palms and fingertips swelled and darkened into thick, squishy pads, the nails warping, lengthening, and brightening until they formed themselves into lovely blue claws.
Slowly, a low purr began to rumble in his throat as the fur crawled its way up his neck, his teeth aching as they started to sharpen into smiling fangs, while down below at his lower back, his tailbone lethargically rose to life, before extending itself out into a coat of soft skin and fluffy fur, pushing its way out from his leggings.
However Charlie, being the little hornball he was, found his eyes more giddily drawn further downwards, to the sight of his laced up boots visibly starting to bloat and deform. The modest and rather dainty feet within his shoes and socks were soon bloating and mutating into far more hulking forms, so hulking in fact that they were quickly growing far too big for shoes and socks to fit, as evidenced by the-

PAP! PAP-PAP-PAP! PAPPAP-

-loud popping and snapping of his laces.

And yet Charlie's smile and purrs only grew more enthusiastic, even as he felt his socks starting to squeeze him. The boots were now making very visceral "CRRRN-BRRRN" and "STREE-E-EEEE-EEETCH"ing noises, as Charlie felt his whole body, feet especially, start to "BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP" more and more rhythmically, the lad knew that it was only a matter of time before-

CCCRRRRR-POP-PAFF-RIIPPBRNBLBBLBURRR-RRPAP-PAFF!

....One of his big squishy paw feet burst out.

Thick toes burst through the front of both the boot and sock in a sudden, bulging pump, the digits throbbing intensely as the spread in reflexive relief at the rush of air against them. The boot strained and pinched just a little bit more, before Charlie felt the connecting seams snap, letting the entire boot split open as the scraps were slowly pushed away by swelling, progressively less sock-clad flesh, as the sock itself was starting to "RIP" and "RIP-RIP-RIIIP" across the broadening paw foot.

PAP-PAP-PAP-POP!

And his other foot wasn't far behind, for Charlie could feel the side of his remaining boot splitting open, the pressure and warmth of leather being pushed away by growing, tightening sock. As his skull began to warp and push itself outwards, Charlie's giddy little grin didn't falter in any regard, even as his feet began to crunkle and stretch into there more bestial, digitigrade stance, his torn up sock loudly stretching until it "SNAP"ed off from the additional growth. This power of his was, quite literally, a wish come true, so in spite of the small pain of change, it was luxury in alll the right ways, just what he needed to unwind.

Scrii-i-ii-iiiiii-RRIII-PAP!

Soon enough, his remaining sock could no longer hold together, and with loud, satisfying rips and pops, it split and snapped and burst into pieces against his swelling, squishy paw, popping off with one last snap as his head fully melted into his snuggly feline visage.

Ah, it was much nicer, having his sleek, puffy, butter soft pads pressing into the floor, his bare feet letting out little "plik" and "bmmph"s as he stepped along the smooth, polished hardwood floor, and onto the cushiony bed that rested in his room, another giggling sigh leaving his lips, as Charlie continued to purr.

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By the way I got a second Charlie art piece, a paw tf sequence, thought I'd quickly jerk out a story for the leap day.

Yes I know the sus phrasing and no I'm not going to change it.

Artwork by:

Description
As Charlie removed his key from his college dorm's lock, the sigh of relief he had been waiting all day to let out finally whooshed from his lips.

As ever, college exams remained rather taxing time, especially when it came to zoological study. Charlie wasn't quite sure if he wanted to be a zookeeper, a veterinarian, natural historian, or whatever other career a bachelor's in zoology and biology got you, but as long as he got to spend his fulfilling career just being the biggest animal nerd imaginable, he'd be happy to endure the extensive amount of exams and studying for as long as he needed to. But, not tonight, he's had his fill, and was more than ready to just shirk the professionalism and let himself stretch out for the evening.

In fact, he was rather tired of being a human at the moment too. Tired of being his normal size, tired of not having fur, tired of wearing socks, all he really wanted to do right now, was literally stretch out.
So, he did.
As he leant against the door, quietly glad he didn't have any roommates, Charlie felt his heart begin to pump, and pulse, and throb, a viscous, burbling gurgle rippling through his flesh and washing exotic pleasure across him, simply because his mind willed it. He felt his hands start to strain, before luscious blonde fur bristled and sprouted across his skin, stuffing up his clothes snugly as his palms and fingertips swelled and darkened into thick, squishy pads, the nails warping, lengthening, and brightening until they formed themselves into lovely blue claws.
Slowly, a low purr began to rumble in his throat as the fur crawled its way up his neck, his teeth aching as they started to sharpen into smiling fangs, while down below at his lower back, his tailbone lethargically rose to life, before extending itself out into a coat of soft skin and fluffy fur, pushing its way out from his leggings.
However Charlie, being the little hornball he was, found his eyes more giddily drawn further downwards, to the sight of his laced up boots visibly starting to bloat and deform. The modest and rather dainty feet within his shoes and socks were soon bloating and mutating into far more hulking forms, so hulking in fact that they were quickly growing far too big for shoes and socks to fit, as evidenced by the-

PAP! PAP-PAP-PAP! PAPPAP-

-loud popping and snapping of his laces.

And yet Charlie's smile and purrs only grew more enthusiastic, even as he felt his socks starting to squeeze him. The boots were now making very visceral "CRRRN-BRRRN" and "STREE-E-EEEE-EEETCH"ing noises, as Charlie felt his whole body, feet especially, start to "BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP, BUH-BUMP" more and more rhythmically, the lad knew that it was only a matter of time before-

CCCRRRRR-POP-PAFF-RIIPPBRNBLBBLBURRR-RRPAP-PAFF!

....One of his big squishy paw feet burst out.

Thick toes burst through the front of both the boot and sock in a sudden, bulging pump, the digits throbbing intensely as the spread in reflexive relief at the rush of air against them. The boot strained and pinched just a little bit more, before Charlie felt the connecting seams snap, letting the entire boot split open as the scraps were slowly pushed away by swelling, progressively less sock-clad flesh, as the sock itself was starting to "RIP" and "RIP-RIP-RIIIP" across the broadening paw foot.

PAP-PAP-PAP-POP!

And his other foot wasn't far behind, for Charlie could feel the side of his remaining boot splitting open, the pressure and warmth of leather being pushed away by growing, tightening sock. As his skull began to warp and push itself outwards, Charlie's giddy little grin didn't falter in any regard, even as his feet began to crunkle and stretch into there more bestial, digitigrade stance, his torn up sock loudly stretching until it "SNAP"ed off from the additional growth. This power of his was, quite literally, a wish come true, so in spite of the small pain of change, it was luxury in alll the right ways, just what he needed to unwind.

Scrii-i-ii-iiiiii-RRIII-PAP!

Soon enough, his remaining sock could no longer hold together, and with loud, satisfying rips and pops, it split and snapped and burst into pieces against his swelling, squishy paw, popping off with one last snap as his head fully melted into his snuggly feline visage.

Ah, it was much nicer, having his sleek, puffy, butter soft pads pressing into the floor, his bare feet letting out little "plik" and "bmmph"s as he stepped along the smooth, polished hardwood floor, and onto the cushiony bed that rested in his room, another giggling sigh leaving his lips, as Charlie continued to purr.

-----------------

By the way I got a second Charlie art piece, a paw tf sequence, thought I'd quickly jerk out a story for the leap day.

Yes I know the sus phrasing and no I'm not going to change it.

Artwork by: