Trigger was strolling down the beach, attempting to find his good pal Oz, but at the time couldn't seem to find him.  Trigger knew that Oz should have been at the beach, that they were going to be at the beach gift shop.  So thats where he'd go.  Trigger was 21 years old, he had dark brown hair, a more round face, his left ear is pierced, and for facial hair a light chin strap.  Flopping down the shoreline in his shoes, he could easily see the gift shop a ways down the area, still it was getting cooler now, the sun was in fact setting.  Looking over to his left he could see the nice sunrise, but stumbling to a halt of a faceplant into the sand below him, wiping his face off his shirt was now soaking wet, and his ankle caught on something behind him, rolling over and sitting up.  He grumbled and looked suprised at the same time, round his ankle was a clean black cut collar.  Sheen in its glow, and looking brand new he picked it up before getting back up himself.  Also getting his hat that fell of he brushed it off before continuing down the shore.  Still pondering the black clad garment that was upon the shore, which is mostly to blame for his shirt's destruction, there was actually a tag on the end of it.

	Thinking it may belong to someone Trigger began to look at the gold tag, only to see a solid black paw print on it.  Curious to its where abouts and still watching his step, mushing through the sand, Trigger finally made it to the gift house, where there were some chairs and Oz's red hat laying in the chair, with a note marked for Trigger...

	"Dear Trigger, 
Sorry I had to go off for a bit to get some cash from my car, I'll be back in a few, if your here by then, Be back soon... - Oz"

	Sighing at this new development, Trigger didn't really have a better place to put the collar, but on.  Latching it into place, it was kinda warm, but felt good none the less.  The tag jingling beneath his neck, he flopped down onto the beach chair and waited for a bit.  Tapping his foot on the sand Trigger got up and decided to into the beach gift house for the sake of it, a light tingling feeling escaping and scattering over his neck from the collar.  His shoes beside the chair Trigger trotted inside the large beach gift house.  Given his body was sprouting fur in an odd pattern that was similar to the faint glow of the collar, it was an average gift shop, looking around they had bottled sand, shell figures, shirts, all the usual.  The solid red fur itched somewhat as it engulfed most of his back swiftly.  Only minor tingles and pings since it was trailing down at the rapid rate.  The clerk was some really old guy, just sittin around with a hat pointed at an angle so no one could see his eyes.  

	Itching kept going for a while as the fur continued to spread and seep into all of his pores.  Looking by the gift clothing, there was the best red hat ever!  It had a little pic of a kangaroo on it, Trigger had to get it for Oz, swiping it from the rack and paying the old man, who looked at Trigger a bit strangely because of the pointed ears, disregarded it as he hadn't slept enough.  Sneakily going back outside he hid Oz's real hat under the chair and replaced it with the new one he had just bought.  However not on a nice note Trigger had to have an odd expression on his face now, as he looked at his palms, only to the dismay that they're sprouting tan-ish cream colored fur.  Becoming freaked out by this, black and leathery paw pads were forming on his thickening fingers, his middle and index finger becoming a large digit.  The rest of his fingers on both hands were doing the same, until the red fur made an ubrupt apperance from the sleeves of his tee shirt.

	Quickly dismounting his shirt he looked down and saw more of the tan fur all over his stomach.  Now then to more un pleasantness as if he saw it his mind started to react to the feelings that were occuring.  Starting to scratch all over now, the fur still spread over and over, inch by inch, EVERYWHERE!  Short little black claws become his new nails as they sprout from the end of his new digits for fingers.  Looking now at his the middle part of his upper arms he saw the fur in two kinda pointed black bands.  His own body hair starts to lengthen and become the pattern as well.  Trigger kinda freaks and falls back on his rear, grunting as it feels like he landed on something.  The thicker and more lush the red fur still spread over his arms, the black band like rings only seperating the red from even more of its own.  Triggers inner chest all tan fur, presuming from the patterns and feelings he was getting that his inner thighs were tan, and all around them was red.  

	His cargo shorts were a little torn at the bottoms as he looked below them to see that his legs were getting a little thicker, and were packing on the red lush fur now to.  It stops on top of his feet and then his toes started to feel odd...As they pulled into four instead of five, and were also becoming thick and meaty paws, digits for the toes, and the soles on Triggers feet soon consumed with the tan fur, and ever still now the meaty leather paw pads, black as coal form on the bottom of his feet.    Finally trying to get up Trigger caught his balence and figured out how to walk on these new paws.  Looking around he didn't see anyone, but couldn't say he wasn't liking this, with a thwap and tear a long and skinny tail rips through the back of his cargo shorts, soon fluffing out like wet fur in a dryer.  The tail was red and with a long white tip, he somehow swished it back and forth with a grin.  Soon his face felt a little funny and his eyes looking down soon met with an extending black nose, on a what will soon be a muzzle.

	Kinda laughing as it tickled, Trigger's ears soon met a sharp point atop his head, knocking his hat off in the sand.  From the back of his neck upward, the red fur continues as its journey is almost done.  Triggers brown hair, started to lengthen upward, then spike and become dark black now.  As the back of Triggers ears are red, the front gets outlined in black, as within becomes tan with tufts like jagged cottonballs within as he can ear better now.  Speaking of increased senses his nose at the final length of his new muzzle starts to increase his sense of smell.  His eyebrows become black as around his eyes in a circle like pattern tan.  The new sharp teeth he has in his muzzle rub against his long an thinned out tounge, as he ponders this the darker tan fur comes up and Triggers chinstrap of facial hair becomes tan to, as on the tip of his muzzle is red to the nose, all else tan.  With a few short developing whiskers on the end.  Triggers eyes sharpen, and become brand new, and the last and most final change happens as two black triangular tabs appear in the middle of his muzzle.

	Now a fully transformed anthro fox he smelled Oz from a nice distance, looking over he could tell Oz hadn't noticed yet, not knowing what to do he darted inside to hide, the clerk snoozing away.  Staying concealed in the shade Triggers tail curls around a long yellow helium tank as he watches his friend Oz find his new hat.

	"Well his shoes are here...and his hat, but where's he?" Wondered Oz as he picked up the hat, not noticing the fact that it was a new hat, putting it on backwards over his brown and blond streaked hair, for some reason, changes were soon to follow over Oz as well.  Trigger licked his muzzle in excitement that his friend was somehow changing to.  Tingling much over his entire body, Oz is starting to scratch his ear and chest under his green collered shirt. Suddenly like some kind of freak rush and somehow at extremespeed an immense amount of tan fur shoots over his neck!   Kinda shivering Oz is baffled by what he feels creeping around on him.  Plopping back into the chair there, he looks to see that thick dark brown and tan fur was starting to creep out from his arms, like it was spreading, and sprouting at the same time...

	Paniced beyond imagine he didn't know what to think, in all honesty he was sprouting fur...that isn't normal, but it still worried him.  Suddenly his fingers started feeling strange, a very kind of painful strange.  His fingers started melting into three, his thumb still where it was originally.  His nails started to turn sideways and form into short black claws on the end of his fingers.  Very scared now he let out a soft whimper.  Oz hands were smothered in the brown fur and started to get thick and meaty paw pads upon his palms.  Itching over Oz's chest spread down over his back and down his legs, his expensive jeans tearing under the pressure at the knees and show that the fur isn't going to give up so easily at its consumption.  Oz felt a sharp pain in his feet as his shoes groaned and moaned in a rubber like fashion as they wouldn't burst causing Oz a great deal of pain, and worry.  However three huge claws in brownish black shot out of the tips, he saw from his ankles that he was getting taller, or were those his legs just getting longer...?  

	Oz also saw that his toes were not five anymore but three brown ones, and from the feel they weren't going to stop extending outward, as he could also feel more paw pads on his changing soles.  Trigger still excited by this remembered that they were becoming anthro animals...and they both liked inflation...Smirking very evil he took the helium tank beside him and took a tube and started to sneak the items toward Oz...  Now moving back to our good pal Oz, he was freaking over his ears shooting upward to a long point, the backs brown, the inner lining tan.  Not only that they were a half foot high, moving his changes right along his hair was now the same light brown as the rest of the fur that was now his over his skin.  As this was occuring Trigger was approaching at a dangerous rate, Oz's hair spiked out through the strap on the front of his hat.  With a thunderous tear and shearing noise a monsterous tail shot threw the back of Oz's pants.  Huge in its size Oz had just sprouted a long and thin kangaroo tail, that was tan on the bottom, whilst still light brown on top.

	Once upon Oz, Trigger started the helium tank, and through blue eyes Oz watches his face flatten out and shift into a long and flat roo muzzle.  His teeth all flatten in his mouth, as new ones push through the gumline easily the bottom of his muzzle was light tan and the tip top, a nice brown.  Oz's nose a new shape, but a good new nose, fit for his new self.  Turning around with a near scream at the sight of a huge red fox shove a tube in his muzzle with a hissing noise he started to feel air flow into him, not just air, but helium.  With a huge and wide-eyed expression on his face Trigger waved and made a victorious grin.  Bloating soon, Oz felt his stomach start to fill beyond a huge proportion, that soon strained his belt.  *SHOOM!*  Went Oz's belt buckle and jean button as they shred, and more air filled into his feet that made another loud noise as they shred apart flying who knows how far away, his socks ribbons around as Oz looked down at his huge extending kangaroo feet.  Through the tail is where Oz's inflation continued before a faint hissing noise happened he helium tank didn't have much in it as it faded down to nothing...  Oz quickly going back to only a minimal bloating.  Sitting there now, with all thats happened Oz and Trigger look each other over... 

	Knowing that they were both themselves, but now they're wildest fantasies... Now all that was left for the two of them to get used to it and enjoy there day...somehow they think as they both sit and watch a balloon merchant stroll down the board walk....looking back and forth between each other and the merchant, with a long dash they both dart off after him, seeing who can reach that helium tank first...

Oz (c) Himself
Trigger also (c) Himself
Story written by myself
(c) to me