Warning: this story contains content of a mature nature. If you can not handle such content, don't read it.

Tags: Furry, multiple breasts, breast expansion, light bestiality, hyper pregnancy

-THE CLINIC-
	Rachel sighed. This was going to be another one of those customers. She had bleach-blonde hair, those bug-eyed sunglasses rich girls thought made them look like supermodels, a too-small purse from some too-expensive brand, and was talking non-stop to what was probably an equally vapid friend. 
	"Stacy shut up, no way he said that," the wanna-be socialite said into her phone, "well you know how she exaggerates things." 
	"Can I help you miss?" Rachel said. She had to repeat it to get the woman's attention.
	"Huh? Yeah hold on a second Stace." She looked at Rachel for the first time. "Hey, I wanna be a fox girl. With the ears and the tail, you know? And can you hurry it up? I have a party to get to." She turned aside and spoke back into the phone. "Yeah I'll be right there, I just gotta take care of a thing first." Pause "well, Daddy is finally letting me get the fox ears and tail I've always wanted as a graduation present. Don't you think they'll look cute on me? No I'm not just trying to copy Nadia!"
	"Very good miss," said Rachel. "Can you please select the package you want?" 
	The young woman sighed. "Just a second, Stacy. The FoxGirl one, like I told you. What's wrong with you? Oh, and give me bigger boobs. Anyways is Devin going to be there?"
	Rachel could never understand how people could be so flippant with genetic splicing. Even if the services of SpliceTech were perfectly safe, she'd have thought most people would want to pay more attention when they were, you know, changing their genetics and body structure with retroviruses and nano-bots. 
	"Miss, I need you to select the FoxGirl package you want and choose the breast augmentation you want," Rachel protested.
	The girl gave a dramatically exaggerated sigh. "Sorry about this Stacy, this bitch is being a pill. Look, you're supposed to be the expert. Stop asking me so many questions and just make me a sexy fox girl with bigger boobs! Is it so damn hard to do your damn job!?" Back into the phone she said "ugh, I don't know why these places keep hiring these dumb flunkies," and she continued her inane chatter. 
	Rachel was flabbergasted. She was glad this was her second to last day here. When she realized that this girl wasn't going to pay attention to anything she was doing, she got a wicked grin on her face. "Of course, miss. My apologies. We here at SpliceTech just want you to be satisfied." She made some careful selections on her computer and printed out the forms before putting them on a clipboard and passing them over to the young woman to confirm. "I'll just need you to confirm the selections and sign the consent form. Then I'll need your ID and credit card and we can proceed."
	As she suspected, the young woman ticked the confirmation boxes and signed the consent form without reading the details of her order or any of the warnings. She didn't even pause her conversation. When she handed it back with her cards, Rachel glanced at her driver's license. 'Well, Tiffany, I hope you enjoy your selection.' Out loud she said, "Thank you very much, Miss Collins, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. If you just take this receipt over to the waiting area, the nurse will be right with you as soon as your serum is ready."
	Tiffany Collins snatched the receipt with an "ugh, finally," and went to the waiting area. 
	Rachel's coworker, Hellen, walked over to her. "Wow, that girl was entitled. Are you okay?"
	Rachel smirked. "It wasn't so bad, look what I got her to buy." She passed the tablet over to Hellen. 
	Hellen looked at the screen, then snorted and started biting her knuckle to keep from laughing. "Seriously? FoxGirl 5M and BreastGrowth 7S? How are those even going to react to each other?" 
	"Not a clue," Rachel sniggered, "but she signed and checked the consent form."
	"Oh no," Hellen said, "and because you're leaving, I'm probably going to have to deal with the complaint call."
	"Well, I am sorry about that. A little." 

-BACK HOME-
	Tiffany stumbled into her house in Malibu. The beach party hadn't been great. She'd had way too much to drink, and Devin had spent all his time chatting to that bitch Nadia with her new cat ears and tail. Well, soon Tiffany would have her own cute fox ears and tail, and she would be the center of attention. Tiffany thought Nadia was only doing it because it was trendy, but Tiffany knew she would pull it off better because she actually wanted it. 
	Tiffany had loved foxes ever since she saw Disney's Robin Hood as a little girl. One could tell just by looking at her house, which had fox-themed decorations everywhere. She had always wanted to get the fox splicing, but her father wouldn't pay for them until she graduated college, meaning Nadia got the drop on her. 
	A streak of orange fur zipped across the ground and bounded into her arms. "Dandelion!" Tiffany exclaimed. "Did you miss mommy?" Yes, Tiffany loved foxes so much that she even had a pet one. With new advances in genetic engineering, all kinds of domesticated pets had become available. Dandelion squirmed in her grip and licked her face. "I love you too, now get down." 
	On the ground, Dandelion ran around and between her legs. "Not so fast, sweetie. Mommy needs to go pee before we can go for a walk-walk." She relieved herself and managed to hold Dandelion still long enough to put his leash on. She managed to stumble her way around the block long enough for the fox to relieve himself. As she changed into her pajamas, she felt more tired than she had been in a while. 'It must be the shot I got today. You'd think they'd warn a person if it was going to cause drowsiness. 
	When she laid down in bed, Dandelion curled up next to her as usual. "You love me, right boy?" she asked her fox. He licked her face in return. She smiled. "You'd never leave me for a cat girl, right? I wish you could be my boyfriend." After that, she fell asleep. 

-THE CHANGES-
-DAY ONE-
	Tiffany woke to a throbbing head. 'Ugh,' she thought, 'am I already getting to old to go drinking?' She relieved herself, then fed her fox Dandelion his breakfast and fixed her own. She ached all over. It felt like every bone in her body was under pressure. Plus her skin was itchy. She thought she could feel her ears and tailbone stretching, which was expected, but she didn't know about the other symptoms. She reached for her phone to look for symptoms of bad splicing, but she fumbled it. She grabbed at it again and fumbled again. She looked at her hands. Was it her imagination, or were her fingers shorter? Were they darker? She chalked it up to her imagination and decided to worry about it later, because Dandelion needed to be walked. 
	At the door she paused again because all of her shoes felt too short. Also too wide. She managed to fit into a pair and started the walk. The walk was awkward, because for some reason, her feet seemed like they wanted her to walk on her toes. 
	After the walk she went to the bathroom to take a bath. She hoped the hot water and some lotion would help the itchiness she felt all over. Her boobs were tingling, which she supposed was them growing, except that she felt it all down her front. She looked in the mirror and was surprised to see what looked like six prominent moles on her belly below her breasts. 'I need to use more sunscreen,' she thought, 'I don't want to get skin cancer.' 
	As she scrubbed in the bath, she noticed all of her body hair coming off with her loofah. 'Ah, so that's why I was itching,' she thought, 'that clerk must have given me a sexy package that got rid of my body hair.' 
	After her bath, she reached for a towel in the cupboard, and was surprised when she had to get on her tiptoes to reach it. 'I'm not getting shorter, am I?' she thought. 'I thought that wasn't supposed to happen until your forties. I'm only twenty-two!" 
	She had set aside the rest of the week for her changes, so she spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch and binging reality shows. Or she tried to, but despite her body hair already washing off, the itchiness increased. Body lotion helped, but it never went away. When she stood up to walk Dandelion that evening, her heels didn't touch the ground. She could force them down, but they resisted her.  At the door, she couldn't fit in any of her shoes, so she wore a pair of flip-flops and walked on tiptoes around the block. She resolved to call the clinic in the morning to see if this was normal.

-DAY TWO-
	Tiffany woke up itchy and still sore. Without opening her eyes, she absent mindedly scratched her arm, which felt fuzzy. With a shock she opened her eyes. Her arms were covered with hairs! She jumped out of bed, startling Dandelion, and fell over when she landed on her toes and lost her balance. She stood up and realized that not only were her ankles forcing her to walk on her toes, but she couldn't straighten her knees! She stumbled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her head, which used to be visible in the top half of the mirror, was now closer to the middle. The sink, which came up to her hips before, was now up to her belly button. Her legs were not only bent, but were shorter! Not only that, but small hairs were covering her body and even her face! They were orange over most of her body, except for her chin and belly, which were covered with white hairs, and her hands, forearms, feet, and lower legs, which were covered with black hairs. Her face was lengthening forward and her nose was turning black. 
	"I'm turning into a fox!" she cried. She felt he hair on her torso and was shocked to feel lumps. She looked closer and realized that the six "moles" had grown into obvious nipples! "What the hell did that bitch do to me!"
	She grabbed for her phone, which was a challenge because her fingers had grown even shorter, while the palms of her hands had grown longer and thinner. She dialed the splicing clinic and was immediately put on hold. While she waited for an answer, she played fetch with Dandelion in the back yard, since she didn't feel like going out in public in her current condition. 
	After half an hour on hold and playing with the phone tree, she finally got through to customer service. 
	"SpliceTech customer service, how my I help you?"
	"Yeah, one of your people messed up, and I'm turning into a fox!"
	"Did you not order that, ma'am?"
	"Of course not! Why would I want to be a fox?"
	"I'm very sorry to hear that ma'am. May I get your purchase number?"
	Tiffany looked up the purchase information and gave it to the representative. 
	"All right ma'am, can you tell me how you have been changing and how it differs from what you ordered?"
	"Uh, yeah, I just wanted some fox ears and a tail, but I'm growing shorter, and I'm growing hair all over, and I'm growing six more boobs!"
	Tiffany could hear the click of a keyboard and mouse on the other end of the line. "I see, but that seems in line with what you ordered, so I don't understand the confusion, ma'am." 
	"What are you talking about? I ordered fox ears and a tail, not fur and boobs."
	"So you say ma'am, but I can see here on your purchase form that you ordered the FoxGirl 5M and BreastGrowth 7S packages, is that right? That's what it says on your file."
	"Yeah, so what?"
	"Well ma'am, the FoxGirl 5 package makes you practically half a fox. If you just wanted the ears and tail, you should have ordered the FoxGirl 1ET package." 
	"This is ridiculous, why didn't they explain any of this to me!"
	"Well, ma'am, all the details of your intended splicing was in the forms that you signed, which I have a scan of with your signature, and should have been in the information packet they sent home with you." 
	Tiffany vaguely remembered the packet of papers that was still in the passenger seat of her Corvette. "Well, that's still ridiculous. I'm going to sue you for what you've done to me!"
	"I'm understand you are distressed with what has happened, and I know you are upset, but you did sign all the consent forms and tick the boxes indicating you understood the details of your procedure and the risks involved. I'm afraid your case will have no legal standing unless you develop an unforeseen health issue as a result of the splicing." 
	Tiffany, who had always gotten her way, yelled at the representative, who transferred her to a supervisor, who told her the same thing. Eventually the supervisor told her they could not help her if she was going to be so abusive and hung up. 
	Tiffany screamed out of frustration. She noticed that Dandelion was cowing in terror from her. She felt a pang of guilt. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to scare you. I've just had a stressful day." Dandelion cautiously came over to her and licked her face. She sat down on the floor and stroked his fur for a while. 
	She decided to look through the information packet she'd been given at the clinic. She peeked through the front windows to make sure no one was outside, then dashed to her car and grabbed the papers. Or at least, she tried to. She still hadn't mastered balancing on her new legs and fell down. Also, Dandelion thought she was playing a game with her and kept running around her, yipping. 
	Eventually she made it back inside with the papers and looked through them. They included a photocopy of the forms she had signed. As the customer service representative had told her, they explained in detail the changes that would happen to her. 
	Tiffany had ordered two splicing packages: the FoxGirl 5M and BreastGrowth 7S. As the representative had told her, the FoxGirl 5 package put her close to halfway between human and fox. A quick web search (as quick as she could make with her stubby fingers) told her that FoxGirl 9 would have given her the complete form of a fox, but with human intelligence and the ability to speak, while FoxGirl 10 would have taken those entirely. She shuddered, glad that she hadn't agreed to those. The "M" in the package name stood for "mammary glands," which meant she was growing all the nipples that a fox had. 
	That might not have been so bad, were it not for the BreastGrowth package. Apparently BreastGrowth 7 wasn't the biggest size they had, but the internet told her it was bordering on the sizes that strippers and fetish models got. The "S" meant that they would be extra sensitive. So she was going to have eight huge, sensitive breasts. 
	"Tiffany you dumb bitch," she said to herself when she was done. "What does Daddy always say: 'always read everything before you sign it!'" she said in an imitation of her father's gruff voice. 	'Daddy is going to be furious when he finds out I signed these forms without reading them.' she thought. Her father was an attorney and had taught her how to read legal forms thoroughly. It was through his training that she could tell that she also didn't have any hope of successfully suing SpliceTech. 
	There was a silver lining, though: SpliceTech was so confident in their technology, that they had a 100% satisfaction guarantee. If their customers didn't like the results, they were able to get a complete reversal within six months. Unfortunately, state splicing regulations meant that she was not able to have more than one splicing procedure within three months. 
	"Not a big problem," she said to Dandelion, who was resting his head in her lap, "just three months and I can get this undone. I'll just stay inside until then. It'll be just like the pandemic." 

-THE CHANGE FINISHES-
	The next day Tiffany woke up to find that her fingernails and toenails had fallen out and had been replaced with black claws. Her hands and feet were almost completely black by this point. The hair on most of her body was an inch long. Her torso was softer where her boobs were growing in. She wondered how big they would get. Her face continued to lengthen and she wondered how her teeth were going to fit in a longer mouth. 
	The next day her teeth fell out and a new, sharper set grew in. 
	Her changes finalized after about a week. Her torso stayed about the same length, but her arms and legs shortened. She had gone from five foot six to only about five foot even. It was hard to measure an exact height since she walked on her toes, which were now paw pads. The information packet called this walking "digitigrade." She could walk as easily on all fours as on her legs, which she started thinking of as her "back legs." Her hands weren't quite paws, but were less dexterous as when she was fully human. Despite only wanting the ears, which were as cute as she'd imagined, she was pleased with how her head turned out. She thought she looked like Maid Marian from the Robin Hood movie, except for her bottle-blonde hair, which had now grown a few inches of red at the roots. She could still talk, at least. Her tail was as long as her body. Her fur was a luxurious orange except for the white on her front and the tip of her tail, and the black on her hands and feet. It was about three inches long on most of her body, but it was an extremely fluffy six inches on her tail. 
	In all, she mostly liked her changes, despite how much brushing she was doing. She especially liked how her eyes could see in the dark now with their new slitted pupils. The improved sense of smell and hearing was convenient, but she realized just how many smells and sounds her small town had. Dandelion seemed pleased with her, too. He couldn't stop sniffing her, and seemed more affectionate than ever. In fact, she was halfway considering keeping all the changes except for one thing. 
	Her boobs. 
	There were eight of them now, all hidden under her white belly fur. She might have even been all right with that if they weren't so big. Each was the size of a softball now. If she were still human, she would have liked to have two that big. Maybe they would put that slut Nadia in her place. But eight was just too many. She estimated that each weighed five pounds, giving her a total of forty pounds of breast flesh! They were covered with the same fur she had all over, except for her nipples, which usually ended up covered by her thick fur, anyway. They were also very sensitive, just as the documentation promised. Whenever she walked they jiggled back and forth, and because they were so sensitive she was aware of every shake and jiggle. At least the splice had strengthened her back muscles so she could carry them without pain.	
	'Okay,' she thought, 'I can live with this. Just wait three months and then get it reversed. At least the boobs, and probably the hands and feet. I do like the head, though.'

-THE BEACH-
	Tiffany got a job online writing office reports. It was dull, but she could do it from home without anyone seeing her. She ordered all her groceries delivered, getting them in larger packages to save on postage. She always gave the instruction to put the groceries behind the gate. Sometimes they didn't listen and Tiffany put on a big hoodie from an ex-boyfriend to hide her face and ears when she poked outside to grab her food. She mostly wore nothing around the house, though. She already had a (fur) coat, why did she need anything else? Her fur was thick enough that it covered anything immodest, anyway. 
	After a few days of only playing fetch with Dandelion, he started to get antsy and really wanted to go outside. Tiffany also wanted to go outside, but couldn't let anyone see her. She decided to get up at 4am and walk Dandelion down to the beach so no one would see. She wore the hoodie and a pair of sweat pants she had cut to fit her shorter legs. She didn't bother with shoes, as the pads on her feet had grown thicker. She tried to hide her tail under her hoodie, but after about a block, she realized that she had gotten used to it counterbalancing her boobs. She let it out and just hoped that no one saw her. 
	Dandelion was ecstatic and bounded with joy. She had to grab his muzzle when he started yelping so he wouldn't wake the neighbors. They made it to the beach, and as she suspected, there was no one around. She let Dandelion off his leash and he immediately sprinted away. Before her change, she loved running barefoot on the beach after him. She tried to run, but her legs were too short now, and her boobs bounced way too much so she gave up. But when she saw her fox running, something in her longed to run free, too. Maybe some new instincts from her new fox form?
	She looked around, and seeing no one, took off her shorts and hoodie. She shivered a bit, but not from the cold - she had a nice fur coat - but from the knowledge that she was outside naked! She had gone skinny dipping before, but only at her family's private lake with her girlfriends when there was no chance of anyone coming upon them. This was completely different - she had no idea if anyone would come up. 
	She left her clothes on a rock and got on all fours. She had done some walking around the house this way, but she hadn't tried running yet. She watched the way Dandelion galloped in the sand. She started walking by moving one leg at a time, which she was used to. Then she tried a trot by moving two legs at a time. She was getting the hang of it! Finally she tried a full gallop with one leg hitting the ground at a time. She was fast! She wasn't quite as fast as Dandelion, but she had never been this fast as a full human. Her boobs didn't even give her as much trouble. They shook around, but now that they were lower on her body weight, they weren't as much trouble as when she carried them so high up. 
	She ran regularly before her change, and it looked like her fitness had carried over. She zoomed over the sand, with Dandelion delightedly running alongside her and yipping. This was delightful! Now she understood why dogs loved running on the beach. She and Dandelion played tag. They zoomed through the waves. She lost track of time. 
	Tiffany saw some people coming down one of the cliff paths in the distance to go jogging and realized that the world was waking up. What time was it? How much time had passed? She ran back to the rock she had left her clothes on only to find them missing! Someone had taken her clothes and the leash while they were running! Now what would she do? It wouldn't have been so bad if she looked just like a fox, but she also had eight nipples on display!
	There was nothing for it, she would have to sneak back home. She just had to make it a half mile without being seen.
	The sun was just below the horizon when she and Dandelion climbed the stairs up the cliff. She looked around and saw no one. She and Dandelion made a dash for it. When she heard a car coming, they dove into the bushes. She liked that her fur protected her from the worst scrapes. They jumped out of the bush and kept running. Finally they made it home and ran into the house. 
	While she washed the sand out of their fur, Tiffany remembered that a lot of foxes were nocturnal, and maybe they should start sleeping during the day and going for their runs in the very early morning. 

-HEAT-
	Tiffany was used to going to parties. She was not used to spending every day inside and only sneaking out at 3am for a run on the beach. She was used to more socializing. She was used to flirting and casual sex. She was bored and frustrated in a lot of ways. 
	When she wasn't working, she spent a lot of her days watching tv or browsing social media. It looked like Devin and Nadia had hooked up, which made her even more frustrated. 
	She spent surprisingly little time masturbating. She had a small selection of toys that she'd used before the change, but she just hadn't been in the mood since. Her breasts were sensitive, and she would idly paw at them while she watched mindless reality tv, but she rarely felt the need to get out one of her toys. 
	For the first couple of weeks, that is. 
	Three weeks into her isolation, she got horny. She woke up and her first thought was 'I want some dick.' She reached into her bedside table for a vibrator and went to work. For some reason, Dandelion seemed more energetic than usual. He ran out the door to the far end of the house and back a few times. Tiffany figured he probably just wanted to run. It was the middle of the night, as they'd started getting up early, so they went to the beach. 
	As usual, she looked around at each cross street to make sure no one was around before proceeding. Dandelion was still antsy and kept sniffing at her, as though he didn't know her smell. They made it to the beach, Tiffany hid her clothing, and they started running as usual. 
	That was where it got weird. 
	Dandelion, who was normally very well behaved, tried to mount Tiffany multiple times. At first she thought it was just part of their normal wrestling and playing, but when he kept doing it, and trying to thrust, she got weirded out. "What is with you today?" she asked him on the way back to the house. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in..." she raised her paw to the side of her muzzle as she realized. "Oh no, I'm in heat! And you can smell it, can't you?" 
	Everything made more sense. That's why she hadn't been horny this whole month, but was horny now, and that was why Dandelion was acting so frisky. To him, she was just another vixen in heat, and he was following his biological urges. 
	"Oh, what am I going to do," she wailed as she got inside her house and closed the door. "I'm horny, and I'm stuck with a fox that wants to breed me!" Dandelion was still rubbing up against her and sniffing her. 
	There was nothing else she could do. She hated to do it, but she locked Dandelion in the garage with his toys and bed for the next few days. He had access to the outside through a doggy door, but she wouldn't allow him in the house. It broke her heart to hear him whining and scratching at the door, but she couldn't let him in the house while she was in heat. It was partially because she was afraid he would keep trying to mate with her.
	And it was partially afraid that she might let him. 
	Even with Dandelion out of the house she wasn't able to get any work done. She spent several hours every day using her vibrator and fantasizing. She looked at porn on the internet, but nothing was appealing to her, until she started looking at the furry stuff. Tiffany had never thought of herself as a furry. Though she was vaguely aware that it existed, she'd never masturbated to furry porn before, despite her childhood crush on Robin Hood. As an attractive girl, she could usually find a partner when she was feeling randy. However, if she needed to fly solo, regular porn and her trusty vibrator usually did the trick for her. It didn't today, though. 
	Out of frustration and curiosity, she did a web search for "Robin Hood porn," then "Robin Hood Disney porn" and discovered a whole new world of smut. Whole websites for porn of cartoon characters, and other sites just for porn of cat people, wolf people, and even fox people. She spent several hours a day for three days jilling it to perverted art of Robin Hood, Nick Wilde, Miles Prower, and various other unnamed and original fox characters. 
	She couldn't decide if her fox obsession had finally crossed the line into a fetish, or if she was just attracted to her own kind. 
	After three days she came back to herself and let Dandelion back in the house. He acted both betrayed and extra clingy for a few days, but he stopped trying to mate with her. As much. He soon went back to normal and life went on as it had. 

	Until the next month. 
	Tiffany's heat came back with a vengeance. She couldn't think of anything but sex now. She spent almost two days straight at her computer looking at fox porn. She even looked up documentaries on fox mating, she was so desperate. Unfortunately, her vibrator just wasn't doing it for her. A small, but ancient and powerful lobe at the center of her brain, the part the drives all vertebrates to spread their seed, was taking over. She needed to breed, and not just to satisfy her vulva, but to feel another body against hers, to feel their warmth, their heartbeat, to hear their breathing. She needed a real dick. 
	But she couldn't. She couldn't let anyone she knew see her like this. She'd told her friends she was staying with relatives in another state for a while so they wouldn't wonder at her absence. There wasn't anyone she could trust to come to give her satisfaction. 
	Then she remembered that there was another body nearby, one that could respond to her needs. She could hear him yipping and scratching at the door even now. 
	But she couldn't do that to Dandelion, this was bestiality, and bestiality was wrong. Wasn't it? 
	She tried to focus above the fog of arousal. Bestiality was wrong because the animal couldn't consent. But he wanted it, too. She could hear him. With her new snout she could smell him. Her smell was arousing him, and his smell aroused her even more. 
	And was it really bestiality? According to the numbers, she was half fox. She was as closely related to him as she was to a human, right? Since she was legally a human, it wouldn't be wrong for a human to have sex with her. And since she was just as much a fox as she was a human, how would her having sex with a human be different from her having sex with a willing fox? If her pheromones affected him, didn't that mean that they were practically the same species?
	She imagined her little fox, all 30 pounds of him, mounting her body that was four times his size. She imagined his penis inserting into her, the knot locking them in place until he spilled his seed in her. That thought, with the vibrator, was enough to get her off. She emerged from her lust long enough to feel disgusted with herself, and she went to bed. 

	She woke up at 2am, knowing what she would do. She could smell Dandelion in the garage. She could smell that he wanted her. She went to him. He was oddly quiet, like he could read her language. She let him in the house. But not here, they couldn't do it here. There had to be running involved. It had to be playful. 
	They went to the beach. She forgot to check for people. She didn't care. They went to the beach. They ran, they played tag. He jumped on top of her. She was four times his mass, one and a half times as tall as her, but he made it valiantly. She didn't kick him off. She could feel him enter her. After a few thrusts his knot swelled up, locking him in place. She knew that with him there, they could be locked together for up to half an hour. What if someone saw them? Would they know she was half human? Would they think a fox was mating with a dog? She leaned into the thrill of getting caught and let it excite her. 
	This was what she was missing. She knew Dandelion loved her. She knew it wasn't the way she loved him, or the way that a human could love a human, but there was a love there. She didn't delude herself. She also knew it was taboo. Maybe it wasn't wrong, but it wasn't all right. She was taking advantage of an animal that couldn't consent to satisfy her urges. In the strictest definition, she was taking advantage of someone she loved. Others wouldn't see it the way she did, as a necessity, but here she was. 
	The taboo excited her, too. 
	How long Dandelion lasted, she didn't know. She just knew that she was in heaven. The sand, the waves, the knot in her pussy that was rubbing all the right places. He thrust against her, she thrust against him, and she came more times than she could count. Eventually he finished and was able to exit her. He jumped off her back and as soon as she caught her breath, they went home. 
	Tiffany brought all of Dandelion's things from the garage back into the house. Since she had crossed the line with him, there was no reason to keep him away. 
	His presence made the rest of her heat more bearable, at least. 

-DISCOVERY-
	Tiffany was positively giddy when three months had passed and she could finally change back. She hoped she could do a partial return: she had grown to like the fur and was considering keeping the ability to run on all fours, but the extra boobs and the monthly heat needed to go. 
	She got into her Corvette, and was annoyed that she had to push the seat up all the way. Her feet were so short that her boobs almost pressed into the steering wheel and she had to put some pillows behind her back. She wore the hoodie and sweat pants combo that had become her norm when sneaking outside. Fortunately, the clinic had a private back entrance for just this sort of situation. 
	The process for a splice reversal was more involved, especially since she wanted only a partial reversal. They took a blood sample and left her in a waiting room while they analyzed it. At least she wasn't cold in her fur coat. 
	After about half an hour, the technician came in. "Tiffany Collins?" she asked.
	"Yes." 
	"You're here for the splice reversal?"
	"That's right."
	The technician sighed. "Unfortunately," she said, "unless it's for something life-threatening, federal regulations prohibit splicing procedures on anyone who is currently pregnant. I'm sorry." 
	Tiffany took a moment to process what she had heard. "I'm sorry, what?"
	"We can't go forward with the procedure because you're pregnant," she explained again. "With child."
	"I...I'm not pregnant," Tiffany protested, "that's impossible."
	"We run a pregnancy test as a matter of course. I'm afraid you are. I'm sorry you had to find out this way." 
	Tiffany's mind raced, trying to figure out how this was possible. "But I just had my cycle..." she suddenly realized that her last heat, when she and Dandelion had mated, was over a month ago. "But the only one I've been with is..."
	Dandelion. 
	Dandelion was the only one she'd been with in the last three months, and she hadn't had her cycle since then. 
	"Oh no," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes, "not him. Oh God not him."
	The technician handed her a box of tissues. Tiffany took one and started dabbing her eyes. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news," the technician said with a sympathetic look. "Tell you what: stay in here until you feel better, then you can go." 
	"Thank you," Tiffany whispered. 
	Tiffany wasted no time finding and scheduling an appointment with an OBGYN who dealt with splice patients, and especially furries. Since ignoring one lesson her father gave her (read everything before you sign it) had gotten her into this mess, she made sure to follow another lesson: tell your doctor EVERYTHING. She told her doctor about the splicing procedure and showed her the documentation. Hesitantly, she explained what happened with Dandelion. The doctor listened as she talked. 
	"Thank you for being so honest with me," said Dr. Patel, a beautiful Indian woman with tiger ears and tail. "It can't have been easy. You may be pleased to know that this is not the first time this has been documented. With so many people getting animal DNA splicing, and given the sorts of decisions people make, it is expected that some of these spliced humans would be breeding with animals. Most of the children were delivered safely, too." 
	Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief. So her baby would most likely be healthy. "But were they more human or animal like?" 
	"It varied," Dr. Patel replied. "Sometimes they were more like the mothers, and in some cases the offspring were indistinguishable from normal animals. Fortunately, we can run some tests to make sure for you." 
	Dr. Patel led her into the MRI room. Unlike earlier versions of MRIs, modern scanners were able to make use of room temperature superconductors, and were now small enough that they resembled ultrasound machines. Another benefit was that, unlike ultrasound machines, the sensor didn't need to be placed on bare skin, so Tiffany didn't need to shave her belly for the scan. The machine still needed a separate room that needed to be free of all metal since it used powerful magnets. 
	Tiffany anxiously looked at the monitor as Dr. Patel waved the sensor over the breasts that covered her lower belly. 
	"Well, I've got some good news," said the doctor.
	"What's that?" Tiffany asked anxiously.
	"You don't have cancer in any of these extra breasts!"
	Tiffany burst out laughing because the news was so unexpected. She couldn't stop laughing. 
	Dr. Patel chuckled, too. "I need you to hold still, though, or I won't be able to look at your baby."
	"I'm sorry," she breathed. She couldn't help it. "I've been under a lot of stress lately." 
	"I understand," the doctor replied. She waved the wand around a bit more, and a composite image on the monitor formed. She selected "show organ -> uterus -> placenta, and the monitor zoomed in on a bundle of... something that Tiffany couldn't identify. "Hmm..." the doctor hummed. 
	"What is it?" Tiffany asked.
	"Just a moment," said Dr. Patel. She tucked the wand into a holster and gave all her attention to the monitor. With a few deft strokes of her fingers on the screen, she isolated a bundle in the middle, and with more strokes started separating it into separate pieces. "One, two, three, four, five, and six," she anounced with a flourish. "Miss Collins, say hello to your babies!" 
	Tiffany couldn't speak. This was too much. "S...six babies?" she managed to croak out. "I'm having a litter?" 
	Dr. Patel nodded understandingly. "I understand the burden this will place on you, particularly without support. If you like, we can talk about options for financial support. Or if you prefer, there are options for termination or adoption." 
	Each word felt like a stab in Tiffany's heart. Six babies. She put her hand on her stomach, between her third and fourth rows of breasts. "Can we find out if they're more like me, first?"
	"Yes, of course." Dr. Patel said. "Please lie back." 
	The endoscopic procedure was uncomfortable, but Tiffany barely felt it, she was so lost in thought. 

	When she got back to the privacy of her car, Tiffany put her hand on her belly again. Before, she hadn't thought much about abortion. It was just something women did. But these were HER babies. She didn't know if it was another instinct from her new fox DNA, but she suddenly felt very protective of the embryos inside of her. 
	"Don't worry, babies. Momma's not gonna let anything happen to you." 
	In that moment, in light of the six lives that depended entirely upon her, Tiffany's perspective changed. All the things she had previously cared about, boys, parties, fashion, all of that seemed so tiny compared to her microscopic litter. 
	She thought of everything she was going to have to do for her babies. "I'm going to have to do it all alone." She reconsidered. "Well, not exactly alone, but I don't know how much help Dandelion will be, besides moral support."
	She looked around at the fancy car her father had bought her for getting into college. "There's no way six babies are going to fit in here." 

	A few days later, Dr. Patel called Tiffany personally to tell her the results of the genetic testing of her embryos. 
	"I can tell you with 99% certainty," the doctor said over the phone, "that your babies share your ratio of human and fox DNA." 
	"What does that mean, exactly?" Tiffany asked.
	"It means that they will almost assuredly have human-level intelligence, lifespan, development, and other similar physical characteristics to you." 
	Tiffany was so relieved that she sank to the floor and started to sob. "Thank you," she choked out, "thank you so much, doctor." 
	"I should tell you," Dr. Patel continued, "that in the sample we pulled for the test, we also found a designer retrovirus. It's possible that there were remaining viruses in your system from your splicing procedure, and they made the embryos more like you, but it is impossible to say for certain now." She waited while Tiffany calmed down.
	When she calmed down a bit, Tiffany asked "is there anything else you can tell me?"
	"I can tell you that you are having three boys and three girls. All healthy."
	"Three boys and three girls," Tiffany repeated with awe. Somehow, knowing their sexes made it more real to her. 
	"I will email you all the test details, but do you have any more questions for now?"
	Tiffany bit her lip. She had one question that had been weighing on her mind for days, but she was afraid to ask it. It seemed almost absurd. "Doctor," she began, "this is a bit embarrassing, but I've been wondering something about furry splicing." 
	"Yes?" the doctor asked.
	"So, in my case they grafted fox DNA into my genome, right?"
	"That is correct." 
	Tiffany looked down at Dandelion and scratched his head as she asked "could it be done the other way? Putting human DNA into an animal?"

-DANDELION'S CHANGES-
	As it turned out, they could. There weren't many places that could perform it, and there were a lot of regulations in place. Dr. Patel put Tiffany in touch with a Dr. Lee at Stanford University who was studying just that very thing. That is, giving animals human DNA. 
	Tiffany and Dandelion took the train from LA to Palo Alto. The new high-speed rail system turned what used to be a six hour drive (five for Tiffany in her Corvette) into a comfortable two hour ride. Tiffany paid for a private cabin. Furries like her weren't very unusual any more, and she wasn't worried about anyone recognizing her, but it was still embarrassing to be stared at. 
	Dr. Lee was very obviously a Red Panda splicer, had the head, tail, and fur of her chosen species. She was still plantigrade, meaning she didn't walk on her tiptoes, though. She greeted Tiffany warmly, and the presence of another furry put Tiffany at ease. 
	Dr. Lee had Tiffany sign a stack of papers, and took blood and DNA samples from Tiffany, Dandelion, and their babies, which had officially moved from embryo to fetus a week before when they passed eight weeks. Most women wouldn't feel anything at this point, but Tiffany reckoned she could feel something with six in there. She also did a full MRI scan of Tiffany's body to study her physiological changes.
	Tiffany had also brought the virus sample Dr. Patel had found. While it was technically proprietary and couldn't be duplicated directly, there were no laws saying that it couldn't be studied. Dr. Lee was confident that with the samples provided, they could find a way to give Tiffany what she wanted. 
	The last test was the trickiest, in theory. Regulations required that any splicing that was not medically necessary could only be done with the consent of the receiver. However, a precedent had been made in another state where a spliced zookeeper was impregnated by a wolf she tended. Brain scans on the wolf showed that it accepted her as his mate, and felt a desire to protect her. He was spliced to become more human-like, and they now worked together, studying wolverines in Alaska. 
	To Tiffany's immense relief, brain scans on Dandelion showed that he not only considered Tiffany his mate, but he knew she was with child, and within him was the instinct to protect his mate and young. 
	Dr. Lee was certain that she could get the approval she needed, and that she would work on the serum for Dandelion. She even had some contacts that would let her apply for Tiffany quietly, without drawing the attention of the press. Unfortunately, neither the equipment and man hours needed to develop the serum were free, and neither was the lawyer they would need to get the approval. 
	Tiffany understood. Shortly after she returned to Malibu, she sold her Corvette and bought a used minivan that fit eight. That covered most of the development and legal expenses for Dandelion's change. 

	It took a month. By this point, Tiffany was certain she could feel a bit of a lump in her belly. Morning sickness hadn't been too bad for her. Dandelion had been extra affectionate, but not frisky. 'He really does want to protect me,' she thought. 
	Dr. Lee sent the information to a colleague in LA, who was able to synthesize the serum and administer it to Dandelion. They told Tiffany that since Dandelion was going to grow a lot of mass, the change would take longer for him, and he was going to need to eat a lot. Her exact instructions were "give him as much food as he will eat."
	Tiffany held him close as they administered the injection. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you," she whispered to him, "but I need your help, and I know you want to help, and this is the only way you can give it."
	Over the next month, Tiffany watched Dandelion change. Mainly she watched him grow. His hunger increased. Where a large bag of fox chow used to last a couple of weeks, during the change he ate practically an entire bag a DAY. He ate until his stomach was bloated, then he would pass out, and when he woke up he gorged himself again. Tiffany could see the changes happen. His torso and limbs grew. His head grew larger to fit a bigger human brain. His front paws lengthened to give him dexterous fingers. The hair on his scalp was even starting to grow longer like a human's. 
	And to Tiffany's secret delight, he was growing a bigger package downstairs, as well. She couldn't wait to try it out. 
	While he transformed, Tiffany started selling her old clothes and shoes online, since she'd never fit into them anymore. She also started taking on more work at her online job to make as much money as she could for Dandelion's procedures. 
	After about a month, he stopped gorging himself and passing out. Now he was a little bigger than Tiffany. She thought if he stood up he might be six inches taller than her. To her delight, his face resembled Robin Hood's though he still lacked the intelligent spark of a human. 
	Tiffany consulted Dr. Lee, who was certain he had finished growing. It was time to bring him back to Stanford for the last phase of the transformation. 
	Tiffany thought that Dandelion would attract too much attention on the train at his size and proportions, so she led him into the minivan and strapped him in. He wasn't used to sitting upright so he whined. 
	"I know sweetie, but it'll all be over soon," she reassured him. She was four months pregnant now, and her belly was now as big as a normal woman's at six months. It was covered with her huge boobs, which were starting to swell. She buckled herself into the custom seat she'd had installed  to work with her short digitigrade legs and drove. 
	Six hours later they were in Palo Alto. Dr. Lee led them to a new lab on the cutting-edge of neural studies. It was now trivial to give an animal the mind of a human, but they still only had the knowledge of an animal. This machine sought to change that. 
	Tiffany held Dandelion's paw/hand as they put an IV in him and he drifted off to sleep. Then a device that looked like a helmet covered with wires was placed over his head and he was inserted into a machine that looked like one of the old-fashioned room-filling MRIs. Tiffany fretted while Dandelion was in the machine. She paced back and forth, sometimes on two legs, sometimes on four legs. Sometimes she sat and held her belly, whispering to her children words of comfort like "Daddy's going to be okay," though she knew she was only trying to comfort herself. 
	After about an hour, the various noises ceased, and Dandelion was ejected from the machine. He was wheeled into a monitoring room where he would wake up on his own. Tiffany held his paw the entire time. 
	After about another half hour he stirred. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times, then looked around until his eyes rested on Tiffany. 
	This was the moment of truth. The machine he had been in was mainly used to restore memories to dementia patients and victims of head trauma, but it could also be used to implant knowledge. This could be dangerous, as it could essentially "record over" sections of the brain that held other, useful knowledge. In Dandelion's case, he had just gained over two pounds of brain mass, all of it ready to learn. It was free real estate, essentially.
	If all had gone well, the machine had given Dandelion many of the fundamental knowledge and skills of an adult human, including language, coordination for his new body, basic math, etiquette, some familiarity with modern technology, and the various other skills and muscle memories that most people take for granted. 
	"Do you know your name?" she asked him.
	He didn't speak for an agonizing moment. Then he licked his lips and moved lips he was unfamiliar with. "D-Dandelion." 
	Tiffany's breath caught and she choked down on a sob. It was working! It had worked! "Do you know who I am?"
	Dandelion moved the paw she was holding up to her cheek and stroked it. "Master," he said.
	Tiffany held back a laugh. "Try again."
	Dandelion furrowed his brow. "Mistress?" 
	Tiffany actually barked a laugh this time at his confusion. She ran her fingers through the lengthening hair on his scalp. "I'm not your master any more," she said, soothingly, "nor your mistress. Try again. What's my name?"
	"Tiffany," he said at last, "your name is Tiffany."
	Tiffany was barely holding it together. "And what am I to you." 
	His eyes focused. "You are my mate."
	She cupped the paw stroking her cheek with her own. "That's right. I'm your mate." 
	"You are... my love."
	Her breath caught again. 
	"Yes, my love," he said again with conviction. He looked at her. "I love you, Tiffany, and I will protect you." 
	Tiffany couldn't hold it back any longer. She broke down into sobs and collapsed on the bed with Dandelion. He embraced her and ran his fingers through her hair, a new gesture that would become more familiar to him over time.

	They spent a month in Palo Alto. They went to Dr. Lee's lab almost every day, where either Dr. Lee or other scientists performed tests and took measurements. They estimated that the knowledge implant was 95% successful. 
	Dandelion underwent many milestones in this time, such as his first steps on two legs and learning to use a knife and fork. While the knowledge implant gave him knowledge and skills, he still had to get used to them. Previous receivers of knowledge implants described the process like recalling old memories, or skills they hadn't used in years. Fortunately, his new brain tissue had similar neuroplasticity to that of an infant, so he learned quickly. 
	At first, he didn't seem to see any benefits to walking on two legs. When he learned that he could hold Tiffany's hand while walking, he warmed to the idea considerably.
	It seemed like every day there was a new department that wanted to study him: medical, neurology, genetics, psychology, zoology, ecology. Tiffany agreed to any studies that were non-invasive and would help pay the costs of Dandelion's transformation. 
	During this time, Tiffany and Dandelion figured out their relationship. 
	"Dandelion," began Tiffany a few days after his knowledge implant, "do you resent me for changing you? I mean, since you couldn't consent."
	Dandelion cocked his head as he considered the question. "Why would I?" he asked.
	"Because I changed you against your will," she replied.
	Dandelion considered this. Tiffany liked that he thought about his answers instead of giving a half-baked response right away like most people. It took some getting used to, though.
	"The change hurt," he said, "I remember that much. I didn't know why my body hurt, or why I was changing. I was scared, but you were there with me, and I trusted you. I still do. I understand that you changed me because you need my help and support. When I was a fox, I would have done anything to help you and protect you. The change makes this possible, so for that I am glad."
	Tiffany burst into tears at this and he held her in his arms. She blamed the pregnancy hormones for all her outbursts. 

	About a week after his transformation, after a long day of tests and interviews, they were relaxing in their hotel room when Tiffany asked Dandelion a question she had been putting off. 
	"Dandy," she began, "when we mated before, did you feel pleasure? Like, did it feel good for you as a fox?"
	Dandelion thought about it. "I don't think so," he finally said. "Should I have enjoyed it? Does it feel good for humans?"
	Tiffany felt her face flush, and she was thankful for the fur covering it. "Um, yeah, it usually does. I mean, if you do it right. Then it feels really good." 
	"Oh," he replied. "I don't have any memory of really enjoying it. I think that for foxes, it's just a thing that instinct drives us to do, like an urge driven by the smell of your heat. We don't understand fully why we do it. And then once we're done, we don't feel that urge any more." He tilted his head in thought. "Dr. Lee told me that humans are not as driven by instinct as foxes. Do humans have sex because it feels good, then?"
	 Tiffany tried not to be embarrassed. This was her mate, her lover. Her partner. He was trying to understand a new world. "Um, that's one reason," she explained. "Sometimes we, that is, humans, have sex because it feels good. Some people have sex because they want to make babies. It's also a way to show affection between two people in a relationship like ours. Two people who love each other like we do have sex and it shows that they love each other." She didn't feel like getting into gender politics right away. That would probably overwhelm him. She hoped her explanation was simple enough for him.
	Dandelion was quiet for a long time. She wondered what he was thinking. 
	"Tiffany," he finally spoke, "do you want to have sex with me? Because I love you, and you love me, so should we have sex?" 
	Tiffany bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh. That was simultaneously the bluntest and yet most sincere and romantic initiation to sex she had ever heard. "Well, I appreciate you asking me. Why don't we, um, get affectionate and see what happens?"
	"Okay," said Dandelion. He came over and sat next to where Tiffany lay on the bed. He picked up her hand and held it between his. "Like this?" he asked. 
	Tiffany giggled. "For a start," she said. She tried to sit up, but her belly, which was approaching the size of a single pregnancy at seven months, got in the way. "Help me sit up, please?" Dandelion put a hand behind her back and lifted her up. Tiffany sighed with the exertion. Then she took one of Dandelion's hands in each of hers and intersected their fingers. "How does this feel?" she asked him.
	"It feels ... nice," he decided. He wiggled his fingers a bit, feeling her hands against his. 
	"Now kiss me," Tiffany ordered. She leaned towards him, pursing her lips. 
	Dandelion leaned forward and licked her snout. 
	Tiffany laughed, "no, not like that!"	
	Dandelion cocked his head in confusion. "That's what I used to do when you asked me to kiss you and it made you happy." 
	She embraced him. "That's right, but now we're going to try a human kiss." She rested her hands on his shoulders, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. "Now you do it back." 
	Dandelion pursed his lips and bumped his nose into hers. 
	"Try tilting your head to the side," she instructed.
	"Oh," he said. He tried again and managed to kiss her. 
	"Good job," she praised. "How do you like it?"
	"It feels like a lick, but harder to do," he said. 
	"Hmm, yeah, it seems like fox lips aren't as good at it. But we can practice. Let's try something else," she said, "boys usually like this." She took his hands and rested them on her top breasts. "Try caressing these." 
	"Your ... mammary glands?" he asked.
	She laughed again. "You can call them breasts, Dandy. And yes, they're sensitive, so try rubbing them." 
	Dandelion, began by stroking her top breasts. At her encouragement he rubbed a little harder. Then he moved on to the next row. 
	"How do you like them?" she asked. 
	"I like them very much," he replied. "They're very soft." 
	"I've seen you staring at them in the past few days." 
	"Was I?" he asked, confused. "I didn't mean to. I mean, they looked so soft." 
	"Yes, you were. And it's normal. A lot of boys like them. Just don't let women catch you staring at them. It's considered rude." 
	"Oh, propriety." 'Rude' was a concept that he had struggled to wrap his head around. "Should I not be looking at them now."
	She chuckled. "No, I gave you permission to touch them, so keep looking at them. I know this is turning you on, I can smell it on you." 
	"It is, and I don't know why," he admitted. He continued his way down her torso, focusing on the third pair now. These were sticking out on the far end of her swollen tummy. 
	"Yeah, I don't understand it, either, but that's how it is.
	To her surprise, he leaned forward and licked her top right breast. She gasped. 
	He took his hands off, startled. "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" he asked.
	She looked at him, hungrily. "You are doing everything right." She leaned back on the bed. "Keep doing what you're doing, it feels really good." 
	Dandelion continued stroking her breasts. He found it hard to pick just two and kept moving between the pairs. He leaned forward and started licking some of them. He opened his jaws and managed to cup one of her second row in them, slowly letting it go as he stroked her nipple with his tongue. Tiffany writhed beneath him. 
	Dandelion had two advantages over all of Tiffany's previous lovers: he could hear her heartbeat, and he could smell her arousal. Over time and with gentle instruction, he learned that the two often corresponded, which gave him near-instant feedback to all his actions. Tiffany liked it when he stroked her breasts. When he took a breast in his mouth he could hear her heart racing as her breath caught. When he nipped at a nipple she gave a small yelp at the same time he smelled a spike in her arousal. The smell became so intoxicating that he went between her legs to smell it better. He gave her a little lick and she started bucking. The smell of her arousal became so strong that his penis, which had been peeking out of its sheath, emerged to its full length and became hard. 
	"Now!" she instructed. "Take me now! I can smell that you're ready, too!"
	Dandelion needed no further instruction. Although he was more used to taking a female from behind, he positioned himself between her legs and entered her. They both gasped at the same time. Dandelion followed his instincts and began to thrust. He was mesmerized by the way all eight of her fur-covered breasts bounced and jiggled with each push. He grabbed some and rubbed them again as he thrusted. 
	Tiffany could feel when his knot swelled up, locking him inside of her. She grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to keep from shouting a fox cry she knew would come out. This was so much better than when he was a little fox! And because she loved him, it was more meaningful to her. She could feel all her breasts bouncing around with each of his thrusts and with each of her bucks. She grabbed her top pair, whether to keep them still or to rub them for more stimulation she could not say. 
	Dandelion grunted with exertion. "I think ... something's about to happen," he said. 
	"Yes," she panted, "I can smell it. Let it happen." 
	With one final grunt, Dandelion gave a mighty thrust and came inside of her. He paused there while his seed spilled inside. She bucked beneath him, sending her breasts bouncing and swaying. He collapsed on top of her, panting. 
	"That was good," Tiffany said between pants, "that was really good." She nuzzled him and licked his chin, which felt like the right thing to do. 
	He licked her back. "I love you," he said.
	She smiled. "I love you, too." 

-BABIES-
	Three weeks later, Tiffany and Dandelion couldn't stay any longer in Palo Alto, despite the researchers wanting to run more tests. Tiffany was approaching five months, and was about the size of a woman eight months pregnant with one baby. She had a strong nesting instinct now, and wanted to set up a place she could have her babies in peace. 
	When they got home, she bought Dandelion a laptop and taught him how to use it. She signed him up for an online diploma course. He dove into it, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. She wondered how much of his diligence was natural curiosity, or motivation once she told him that getting his GED would help provide for his family. 
	They continued their nightly beach runs. Tiffany couldn't run as quickly anymore with her belly, which was getting closer to the ground each week. 
	Tiffany and Dandelion consulted what to do for their babies, or kits as they started to call them. Dandelion, who was more in touch with his instincts, insisted that kits needed room to run and explore. Tiffany agreed. If they were human children, the house would be more than big enough, but the city was no place for a family of foxes, even one as nice as Malibu. 
	For the time being, they decided to stay at her family's cabin in the San Gabriel mountains above LA. They had a few acres and it was away from the sounds and smells of the city. More importantly, it would give them privacy. It would also give them some breathing room while they decided their next move. 
	When they arrived at the cabin, they breathed in the fresh air. Tiffany's sensitive fox hearing made her even more aware of just how loud the city was. She felt like her ears were relaxing here. There were smells she never noticed before, and they were all more pleasant than those of the city. 
	Tiffany was six months pregnant now. Her belly now looked like she was overdue with one. She thought her boobs were still swelling, though it was hard to tell without a bra to wear. 
	When they entered the cabin, Dandelion took notice of a line of mounted heads on the wall. Among them were deer, hogs, and foxes. 
	Tiffany saw what he was looking at. "I'm sorry," she said. "Daddy likes to hunt and get his trophies. They're garish, I know." 
	Dandelion didn't say a word about them. The next morning, he took the fox heads down and buried them outside. Tiffany didn't stop him. 
	And there they stayed for the next three months. 
	When he wasn't doing schoolwork, Dandelion had developed an interest in forest crafts. She bought him a hunting knife, which he often wore in a sheath on a belt, which was the only article of clothing he liked to wear. He asked her to buy him some paracord, and she discovered he had learned how to make snare traps when she found him skinning and cleaning a deer in the front yard. She had to show him where her father's butchering table was so he wouldn't make a mess. She would have minded more, but because she was eating for seven, she was ravenously hungry, and turning into a fox had made her crave meat. She wondered whether he should get a hunting license, but decided that the government hadn't declared him a human yet, so they didn't control him.
		Dr. Patel connected Tiffany with a furry midwife, a cat girl named Phoebe who went for the ears and tail, but didn't go for the fur. She did, however, go for the six breasts, though they were only b-cups. Phoebe would pick Tiffany up and drive her to her doctor's appointments once Tiffany was too big to fit behind the wheel of her car. She would also drive Tiffany and Dandelion to the UCLA medical center, where scientists of various disciplines would conduct tests on them once a week. 
	Tiffany's belly grew to the point that she could no longer walk four legged without brushing the ground. Her belly barely cleared the floor, but her breasts were almost the size of cantaloupes. She estimated each was close to ten pounds, giving her eighty pounds of fur-covered breast flesh. The bases of the bottom four breasts had stretched with her belly, so while they were as massive as the top four, they were broader and didn't stick out as far. They looked like soccer ball halves stuck onto her belly. She was definitely getting them all reduced when the kits were on solids. Her belly itself weighed almost 100 pounds by itself. In total, her pregnancy had gained her about 150 pounds, more than doubling her pre-pregnancy weight. Her belly and breasts were too big for her to walk on four legs, and she could not maintain her balance on two legs walking digitigrade. Dandelion carved her a pair of walking sticks, which she used to hobble around the house. When Phoebe drove her into town, she mostly used a wheelchair, though. 
	As much as they inconvenienced her, Dandelion could not hide how sexy he found her breasts. She caught him staring when he thought she couldn't see, and he could definitely smell his arousal. She supposed she should be relieved that her partner still found her attractive, though she wished it could have come without a loss of mobility. 
	Tiffany had given up working at this point. She and Dandelion lived on her savings from selling her car, and whatever meat he could hunt. She spent most of her time on bedrest. 
	Nine months into her pregnancy, Tiffany and Dandelion were having some "fun" in bed. She had grown too big to have regular sex a few months ago, but she was teaching him other ways to please her. He was an eager student, and really seemed to enjoy eating her out. She supposed that the scent of her arousal drove him mad. 
	Tiffany laid on her side, and he was lifting her leg and licking her out like she was an ice cream cone. Tiffany squirmed, unable to move because of her huge belly pinning her down. 
	Tiffany felt a pressure down below, and felt something else shift. Dandelion emerged with a drenched snout. "Tiffy, something else just came out. It smells different than usual." 
	Tiffany could smell it, too, and feel the extra wetness. "I think this is it, Dandy. Call Phoebe, the babies are coming!"
	Dandelion called Phoebe, who gave him directions as she drove to the cabin. Dandelion obeyed, gathering and laying out towels and water. She made it to the cabin an hour later. 
	Three hours after that, Tiffany and Dandelion welcomed Rain, Summer, Stella, Hunter, Leon, and Orion into the world. 

-Family-
	Three months later, Tiffany and Dandelion had finally gotten all six kits down for bed and were enjoying some time with each other. While Tiffany preferred to go at it from the front where there was kissing, Dandelion usually preferred to do it doggy style - or "fox style," as he insisted on calling it - even though it meant he couldn't fondle her breasts, which were still the size of cantaloupes and crowded her torso. 
	Dandelion was taking her from behind, his knot locking them together, when Tiffany felt him suddenly go still. 
	"What is it?" she asked.
	"Listen," he whispered curtly.
	Tiffany wasn't as used to listening with her sensitive fox hearing as he was, but she cocked her head and rotated her ears until she heard it: tire tracks and an engine. 
	"Someone's here!" she gasped. They were on private property with a private road, so it was either trespassers, law enforcement, or worse, her father. 
	A moment later, the car stopped and the engine turned off. A door opened and a deep voice said "stay in the car, I'll check it out." 
	A higher voice said "don't get the gun, Robert, it's probably just Tiffany." 
	"Tiffany hates this place," said the deeper voice, "and she wouldn't be caught dead behind the wheel of a minivan."
	"Oh no," Tiffany groaned, "it's Daddy and Veronica. Quick, we have to hide and get some clothes!" 
	That was easier said than done, as they were currently fused by Dandelion's knot. Awkwardly they shuffled together up the stairs to the bedroom they were using. They tried to put on some clothes, which was also awkward, given that they were still fused by the genitals. 
	They heard the front door open and Robert Collins' deep voice shout "whoever's in here, come on out! I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!"
	Tiffany cracked the door open and yelled "Daddy, it's just me, I'm up here."
	"Tiffany?" he replied. "What are you doing here?" He started up the stairs.
	"Wait, Daddy," she began, pushing her and Dandelion away from the door "don't come..." the door opened, "...in," she finished lamely.
	Robert Collins was shocked by the appearance of two fox people in his cabin. "Who the hell are you?" he shouted as he pointed a shotgun at the two of them.	
	"Daddy," Tiffany cried, "it's me, Tiffany!"
	"Tiffany?" he said, shocked. He raised the barrel of the gun slightly.
	In his moment of hesitation, Dandelion ripped himself out of Tiffany's snatch, which caused her to moan, streaked across the room, grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with one hand and with the other hand, he pressed his hunting knife to Robert's throat. "Let go," he growled through clenched teeth. When Robert tried to pull back, he pressed the point of the knife into his throat, drawing a drop of blood. "Let go," he ordered again.
	"Dandy, please," Tiffany called between pants, "that's my father."
	"And he pointed a gun at you," Dandelion replied, not taking his eyes off of Robert. "Last chance: let go." 
	"I think you'd better do what he says, Robert," said another voice from the hallway that Tiffany recognized as the voice of Veronica, her stepmother. 
	As a rule, Tiffany didn't care for her stepmom, who was only six years older than her. She did appreciate that her stepmom was often a voice of reason for her volatile father. 
	Her father let go of the gun. Dandelion withdrew the knife and stepped back with the gun to Tiffany's side. Tiffany noticed that he still had a swollen erection.
	"Never met a fox who could fight back, did you?" asked Dandelion, smugly. 
	"Tiffany," her father said, "what is going on? Why are you a fox? I thought you were getting those silly ears and tail. What have you done to yourself? Who is this?" he asked, gesturing towards Dandelion.
	"I am Dandelion," he replied, "her mate."
	"D-Dandelion!?" Her father asked, incredulously. "You're fucking your pet fox!?" 
	"Please keep it down, Daddy," Tiffany pleaded, as his voice was rising.
	"And tell me," her father shouted, "why I should keep my voice down IN MY OWN CABIN!"
	As if in answer, an infantile cry cut through the house, shortly joined by other cries. 
	"Because you'll wake the babies," Tiffany replied, cringing.
	"BABIES!?"

	After Tiffany and Dandelion had put some shorts on, they sat down in the living room with the kits. Tiffany reclined on the couch while four of her kits suckled at her. Dandelion bottle fed Orion, and Veronica, for some reason, insisted on bottle feeding Stella. 
	Veronica was a serious-looking woman with dark hair and oval glasses. She and Robert had met when she was a paralegal at his firm, and during their marriage she had finished law school and was on her way to becoming partner at his firm. 
	She and Robert examined and cross-examined Tiffany and Dandelion and got a basic understanding of what had happened to them over the last year. 
	"So let me see if I understand this completely," her father began, "you went to SpliceTech to get fox ears and a tail."
	"Correct," Tiffany replied.
	"You were rude to the clerk."
	Tiffany cringed. "Y-yeah."
	"Then you signed the waiver without reading it."
	"Yes," she replied, embarrassed.
	"Then you turned into ... this," he said, gesturing at her. 
	"My boobs were smaller then, but yes."
	"Then you got horny and fucked your pet fox."
	"I was in heat, but yes."
	"You decided to keep the babies, and raise them with your pet fox, who you figured out how to turn into a fox-man." 
	Tiffany felt this was an oversimplification that left out nuance, but the look in her father's eye told her this was not the time or place to argue. "Yes." 
	"And then to cover for it, you lied and told us that you got an internship abroad," he concluded.
	"Yes." 
	Her father sighed. "I don't know what's worse, that you ruined your life because you wouldn't read a damn consent form, that you used your pet fox instead of a dildo, or that you lied to me."
	"Hey!" Dandelion interjected, "I object to being called a replacement for a dildo. I am doing my best to be a partner to her."
	"And I didn't ruin my life," protested Tiffany. "It didn't go how I planned, but I don't mind it. I love my babies, and I love Dandelion. We're going to make it work."
	"That's rich," her father said. "You're 23, what do you even know about love?"
	"Richard," Veronica began, "how old was I when we met?"
	Richard froze. "That's ... that's completely different!"
	"How old?" she repeated quietly.
	"You were, twenty-two, I believe," he admitted.
	"And how old was I when we got married?"
	Richard paused. "Twenty-three."
	"Do you think that I was incapable of comprehending love or choosing a life partner at that age?" she argued.
	"Of course not, when I proposed, I was a grown man with a stable career, not a pet that had knocked you up." 
	"So you believe that the marriage was your choice alone?"
	"Of course not, you said yes, didn't you?" 
	"Then you believe that I, being an impressionable twenty-three year-old, was seduced by an older man who took advantage of me?"
	"I would never say that!" he exclaimed.
	"Not so loud, dear, you'll scare the children," Veronica chided. She rocked little Stella back and forth as she fed her. "The way I see it, you have two choices: either you admit that you took advantage of an impressionable intern, or you admit that your daughter is old enough to make her own decision
	Robert was silent for a long time. Veronica hummed a lullaby to Stella as though they weren't in an argument. 
	He turned towards his daughter. "Your stepmother is the only lawyer at our firm who has ever been able to out-argue me," he admitted, "even when she was only an intern. I must accept that you are able to make your own decisions, but you must have a plan; you can't just expect fortune to go your way."
	 "I have a plan," Tiffany said, confused, "but I don't understand." She turned to Veronica "you're on my side?"
	"It's not a matter of sides," said her stepmother. "I simply need your father to admit that young women can make their own decisions, or he challenges my own maturity. Arguing and pointing fingers at mistakes will not result in the best end. Your father and I will help you how we think best, but you have to be willing to take responsibility for your own actions."
	"I am," said Tiffany, "and I am." 
	Veronica nodded. "I have to admit I'm a little peeved at becoming a grandmother before becoming a mother," she rubbed her cheek against Stella's, "I'm willing to forgive you since our grandbabies are so cute!"
	Tiffany had never seen her stepmother so ... sentimental. "Are you alright?" she asked.
	Veronica sighed. "Don't worry about me, it's the pregnancy hormones. They've made me more emotional."
	"P-pregnancy?" Tiffany sputtered.
	"Oops," Veronica said, holding her hand to her lips. "You're going to have a little brother or sister." She held the kit up and looked into her eyes. "Did you hear that, Stella, you're going to have an aunt or uncle who is younger than you!"
	"Regardless," interrupted Robert, "you must have a plan for how you're going to care for all these babies."
	Tiffany did have a plan. Dr. Lee had told her about a community of furries living on the northern California coast. Selling the house in Malibu would more than pay for a house and a few acres of land in the region. 
	They talked for a while longer, until Dandelion insisted that Tiffany was tired and they all needed to go to bed. 

	After they put the kits to bed again, Dandelion turned on Tiffany and pinned her to the door. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile and wondered if he knew what a kabedon was. 
	"I know you're not really tired," he accused.
	She shook her head. She was breathing deeply now.
	"You were aroused through that whole conversation. I could smell it on you." 
	"Well, I am in heat," she admitted.
	He leaned in closely. "That's not it," he said, "this is something sharper."
	Tiffany panted in arousal. "You fought off a hunter with a gun for me. I've never seen you move like that," she breathed. "I couldn't get it out of my mind." 
	"So you were horny while we were explaining ourselves to your parents."
	"Yeah..." she whispered.
	Dandelion grabbed her under the arms and pivoted, throwing her onto the bed behind him. Tiffany shrieked in excitement. 
	Dandelion was on her in a moment, pinning her to the mattress. "Quiet!" he whispered into her ear, "there's a hunter with a gun in this house. You don't want him to hear you, do you?"
	Tiffany bit her lip and shook her head. So that was the game he was going to play. 
	Dandelion licked her on the nose. Then he worked his way down her chin, then her neck. He moved onto her ruff-covered chest, and her cantaloupe-sized breasts, which crowded her torso. When she lay on her back like this, they moved to each side and the top pair were pressed up by the ones underneath and pressed under her chin. 
	Dandelion didn't stop. He continued with a move that always drove her crazy: grabbing a breast in his mouth and gently squeezing while licking. This was sore when she was engorged, but after a feeding wasn't so bad, and felt good on her sensitive breasts. He finished each breast off by sucking on it and giving it a soft nibble. They were tender, but the SpliceTech mod had made them more sensitive to pleasure. 
	He worked his way down her breasts, giving each one attention in turn. At the same time, he rubbed her clit with his paw, making sure it was getting attention. By listening to her heartbeat and smelling her pheromones, he could tell when she was approaching orgasm. Usually he would let her cross over, but this time he would bring her to the edge and back off, bring her back up and let her back down. 
	Tiffany was going crazy. She wanted to cum, but Dandelion was teasing her and wouldn't let her. Practice had given him the ability to ride the edge of it without passing over. She writhed on the bed, her oversized breasts jiggling back and forth. She tried to force him to let her cross over by shifting whichever nipple was in his mouth, but he was too quick for her. 
	She wanted to moan, but couldn't. She put her paw in her mouth and clamped down, but it barely helped. 
	Finally, his mouth reached her pussy. It was swollen by her heat and with the arousal he had teased into her. To her frustration, he licked around her, but not right on her swollen parts. 
	"Please," she whispered.
	"Please what?" he paused his licking long enough to ask.
	"Give it to me." 
	"Give what to you?" he asked between licks. "I want to hear you say it."
	"Please stop teasing me and fuck me all the way." 
	She had barely gotten the words out before he pushed his way inside her and his knot had swollen, sealing him inside. 
	She exploded, or at least, she felt like she did. The pleasure that had been building inside bounced from one end of her body to the other. She thrashed around on the bed, afraid she would fall off, but Dandelion held her firm. She put her pillow in her mouth and bit down on it, afraid she would draw blood if she continued to bite her hand. 
	Dandelion's reflexes let him move in rhythm with her own spasms, giving his thrusts more power. His throbbing dick felt every part of her insides and stimulated every part of her. She had never had a lover who could read her like her fox could. He knew all of her. Between hearing her heartbeat and smelling her pheromones, he knew how his every touch on every part of her body affected her. He played her body like a musical instrument. 
	He built her up again, not letting her come. Again his timing was impeccable. When she though she couldn't take any more, he thrust one last time and burst inside of her as she reached a final orgasm. 
	He collapsed on top of her then rolled to the side. He gently removed the pillow from her mouth. He put his arm under the pillow that was beneath her head, and laid his head next to hers. He licked her gently until she regained coherence. 
	"I would fight off a thousand hunters with guns for you, Tiffy," he said.
	"I know," she replied. She turned her back to him and snuggled into his embrace. 

-NEW DIGS-
	Three months later, Tiffany pulled their minivan up to their new property. It was a section of forest close to the beach near Redwoods State Park. Construction on their house would start in a few weeks, but until then they had a double-wide pre-fab house to live in. As Tiffany predicted, selling the house in Malibu had given them more than enough for a space of land and a new house. While the kits were still asleep from the drive, she and Dandelion got to work emptying their small trailer into the house. Most of Tiffany's furniture had already been moved, the new boxes were mostly clothes and sundries.
	The furry community was a cluster of small towns and villages that hosted furries of all races and extremes. Tiffany and Dandelion had seen people walking around with dog, cat, raccoon, and even fox ears and tails. They had seen furrier locals who wore no clothes but their fur coats. They saw people who had spliced their genetics with wolves, rats, horses, cows, and elephants. They saw a mostly bear furry walking down the street with what looked like some kind of mouse person on their back. Tiffany's embarrassment over her changes had vanished. 
	While they were loading up their house, a car drove up and parked next to their van. Out of it stepped a panther woman close to seven feet tall with shiny black fur. From the other side popped a hamster man who was only about four feet tall. 
	"Howdy!" the hamster man shouted. "We're your neighbors from up the road. I'm Bill, and this is my wife, Angeline. We came by to welcome you to the neighborhood!" 
	Tiffany and Dandelion exchanged pleasantries with the oddly sized couple. When the kits started to stir, the tall Angeline meekly asked if she could hold one. She held up little Leon and cooed over him while the gregarious Bill told them all about the neighborhood. 
	Soon, Angeline gave Leon back to Tiffany and announced that they had an appointment to make. Bill looked confused, but seemed to accept being ushered into the car, but not before they promised to come to a barbeque he was hosting that Saturday. 
	Tiffany and Dandelion drove off. "They seemed nice," Tiffany said. 
	"Yep," he replied. 
	"It'll be nice to have friends."
	"Yep."
	They stood in silence for a moment. 
	Tiffany broke the silence. "We're both thinking about his testicles, aren't we?"
	"They're bigger than your boobs!" Dandelion exclaimed.
	"As big as soccer balls!" 
	"Why?" 
	"I don't know, I guess people have their preferences," Tiffany conceded. Though, I think hamsters naturally have huge balls like that."
	"Do they?" Dandelion asked, curious.
	"Yeah, I'll show you if anyone ever lets us into a pet shop." Their scents had a tendency to rile up prey animals. 
	"She was aroused," Dandelion stated.
	"I thought I could smell it on her, but I wasn't sure," Tiffany said.
	"Definitely aroused."
	"Probably why they left so quickly," she mused.

	Six months later, Tiffany and Dandelion were waiting at SpliceTech for the results of Tiffany's blood work. The kits were a year old now and weaned off of her milk entirely. Tiffany's breasts had had stopped lactating, and had shrunk, but were still a little larger than their pre-pregnancy softball size. She was looking forward to having them reduced further, and reducing their number to two. That would align with the fertility reduction she was going to get; she couldn't fathom carrying and birthing another litter. 
	The kits were being watched by a couple of Dr. Lee's grad students who were living with them and working as nannies in return for being able to study the family's behaviors. 
	After a few minutes, a medical technician came in. "Tiffany Collins?" she asked.
	"That's me," Tiffany replied.
	"I'm sorry to tell you this, but federal regulations prohibit genetic splicing on anyone who is currently pregnant or breastfeeding."
	"Not a problem," Tiffany said, "our babies are now on solids. I'm not even lactating anymore."
	"I understand," said the technician, "but, I'm sorry, you didn't know?"
	"Know what?"
	"You're pregnant." 
	Tiffany looked at her with wide eyes. Then she buried her face in her hands. "Oh no," she cried, "not again!"

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