Procrastination (Patreon)

I was told (via the Discord server) that I haven't made enough non-sexual TF content.  So, here you go, you filthy animals.

"You shouldn't have waited this long."

"Mom, I know," Jessie sighed, adjusting her glasses.  She sat in shorts on the couch, knees bent and resting on an ottoman.   A laptop lay atop a pillow as a buffer but she could still feel the heat from the poor thing as it did its best to survive with a million browser tabs open.

Tic-tac-tic-tic-tic-tac-tac-tick, she typed, humming and rubbing a finger against her nose.

Stress mounted.  Her paper was due tomorrow.  She'd known about it for a month and it was due tomorrow.

"I'm just saying, it's a bad habit of yours," her mother said.

"Mom, yes, I knoooow."

Tic-tac-tic-tac-tac-tac-CRACK

Skin split at the tip of the girl's right pointer finger, just as she reached for the letter 'U' on the keyboard.  A curved, milky white claw slipped through the opening.  It pushed up against her fingernail which bent to become the sheath for her claw.  

The key she'd pulled free skittered across the keyboard, over her leg and between the cushions.

Crap! she thought to herself, rubbing the tip of her finger.

She could feel tendons moving beneath her hands and she sighed, scratching her nose once more with her left hand.  A claw pushed through the tip of her pinky finger seconds before the other three emerged at nearly the same time.

Even worse, she could see white peach fuzz on the back of her hand from her knuckles to her wrist.  A faint blob of gray hairs lay directly in the certain of the white.

"What was-"

"Nothing," Jessie answered, too quickly.  She moved her hands by reflex to the home row keys on the keyboard but, as she bent them like she always did, her claws slid from their sheaths to latch onto the hardened edges of the keys.

Just relax, she told herself, breathing in and out.

Sand grinded in her ears.  She pressed her knees together and bit into her bottom lip when a peculiar tickling sensation dug into her skull.  Her canine teeth, always flush with her premolars and molars, began to lengthen, the sharp tips spiraling down to dent her soft lips.

Her ears traveled along her skull, millimeter by millimeter.  Hot air puffed from her nose, a giggle held back.  Her growing teeth pushed against her lips and a notch formed beneath her nose when the skin separated slightly.  

Still her ears moved, ticklishly, torturously slow.  Her earlobes pulled into the surrounding skin as the curled edges straightened.

"You're being weird," her mother said, finally looking up from her Big Book of Crossword Puzzles.

"Myaaaoom, I'm not!" Jessie groaned.  Her pupil shook at high speed before settling into a wide, black circle.  But, as she bent her head, she focused and the pupils narrowed into a vertical slit. 

Her ears slipped beneath her curly brown hair and she giggled loudly this time, unable to hold back when the strange grinding mixed with the sensation of hair against strangely sensitive skin.

"Jessie Hazel Parker," her mother said, closing her book to stand and stalk over to her daughter.  "Show me your hands."

"Myo- mom, really, it's nothing," the girl said, shoving her hands under her thighs.  

Gray fur grew around her belly button.  She shivered and gnashed her teeth but ducked her head when she felt tiny little needles prick her lips.  The tips of her transparent whiskers pressed through her swollen, split lip.

Oh no, she thought to herself when she felt happy little claws digging into her guts.

The girl wriggled on the couch when the fur around her belly button spread downward, slipping beneath the bands of her shorts.

"Hssssss," Jessie spat, licking her lips.  Tiny spines grew from her tongue to drag against her now-full, pouting lips.  She rubbed it against her fangs and closed her eyes as the hair continued to grow downward, tickling the inside of her thighs.  Red filled her cheeks.

"Your hands."

With a sigh, she pulled her hands free.  Thick white fur, interrupted by random gray patches, lined the backs of her hands and up to the middle of her forearm.  She flexed by reflex and her claws slid free.

"Now? Really, Jessie?  Now of all times?" 

"It's nyoot my fault!" the girl whined.  "I- oh!"

A quiet but solid chunk resonated in her back and her legs went cold.  She hissed loudly and grabbed her laptop, shoving it to the couch next to her while bending over.

"Nyoooooooooow!" Jessie howled.  White stubble covered the gap between the back of her shorts and the bottom of her lifted shirt.  A bone, newly freed, thrashed low on her back.  She clutched a fallen pillow and trembled as nerves connected to her tail and feeling slowly returned to her legs.

When her tail pressed against the small of her back, it was lined in fuzzy white hairs.  She gasped and dropped to her knees, pushing her toes out behind her while lowering her chest and raising her ass to stretch.  Her tail, growing thick now, arched over her back.  As it grew, it pushed against her shorts until the curve of her slim ass was visible.  White stubble covered the smooth skin.

"It's due tomorrow," her mother reminded her.

"Just- just- haaaaaa- just give me a second," Jessie said.

Her glasses slipped from her face when her ears pulled the temples too high to keep the glasses properly seated.  Now free, her ears flicked and twisted but continued their slow climb.  

The girl rubbed her itching face against the carpet.  It felt as if a million ants danced along her cheeks and chin and brow.  She hissed and rubbed, twitching every time her whiskers touched the ground.  It helped somewhat as bone pushed on bone and her face elongated.  

Gray hairs, mixed with white, emerged from the bridge of her nose just as her ears grew long enough to peek out above her mass of curls.  White hair grew around her lips but faded to gray when they spread to her cheeks.

The knuckles in her toes bulged and popped.

"Not on the rug!" her mother said loudly, reaching down to grab her daughter.

"Nyo, stop!" Jessie hissed, twisting athletically out of her mom's grip before leaping back onto the couch.  Her ears lay flat and she bared her fangs before shaking her head.  "Dangit!  I knyooow, mom!"

"I just- it's our third one!"  

"I'm sorry," the girl said as she grabbed her foot.  Despite her apology, her tail thrashed angrily behind her, slapping against pillows and cushions.  She massaged the toes while watching them lengthen.  Soft white fur covered the knuckles and the back of her feet.  Her toenails buckled in unison.  She bent her toes a few times as claws pierced them to lay exposed beneath their translucent sheaths.

"Stop scratching yourself," her mother whisper-shouted while staring down the hallway.

"What?" she said, scratching beneath her shirt.  Her claws lanced out to cut small holes as she raked the skin around her bra.  Sharp white hairs slipped through the gaps she made and she purred in contentment while clawing at the insane itch spreading on her chest.

"You're- you're scratching your boobs," her mother hissed.

"They.  Itch," Jessie told her, as if her mother were the dumbest person in the room.

"Jessie," the older woman sighed, rubbing her eyes.  "It's your first year of college.  I thought you had this under control."

"It's fine," the girl said, rolling her shoulders.  "I- Oh."

"What?" her mother said, narrowing her eyes when her daughter snatched her hand from her body.

"Nothing," the girl lied.

Faint bumps puckered out from her torso, nearly lost in the creases of the loose shirt.  The girl looked away.  Her whiskers trembled while she clutched her hands into little fists.  

A single wet spot formed low on her shirt and she tugged the bottom of it down to cover the fur spreading over her exposed midriff.

"And?  How are you supposed to finish your paper?"

A bird tweeted outside.  Jessie's ears flicked and turned, drawing her attention as they finally settled in place near the top of her head.  They continued to expand, the fur lining the back dragging against her hair.  

"Jessie, focus," her mother said.

A tiny brown bird took flight from the bush visible from their window.

"Nya?" the girl asked, twisting briefly before jumping, pushing her coiled, furred legs against the couch to leap through the air.  Pillows scattered behind her as she landed in front of the tall window over ten feet away with her tail writhing behind her.

Her mother sighed and walked to the window to close the curtain.

"Your paper," her mother reminded her.

"I- yeah, yeah, the paper," the girl said, pulling the curtain aside to stare through the glass.  Green streaks filled the brown of her irises and she stared at her pale reflection in surprise.

Rolling her eyes, the older woman walked around the house to close the rest of the curtains.  Once finished, Jessie sighed.  Her tail curled low to the ground as she walked to the couch.  The gap between her shorts and shirt had widened and she stood taller than her mother now.  

"I'll get the vacuum ready," her mother said with a sour look when she spied the loose white and gray hairs her daughter left in her wake.  "And the allergy pills for your father and brother."

"I can do this," Jessie said, grabbing the pillow and laptop once more.

"How?" the older woman asked, genuinely curious.  "You know you can't type with- with those fingers."

"Nyo, I kny- know," the girl told her.  She twisted her furred hands to show her palms.  The skin beneath her fingers and palm bubbled outward slightly.  She massaged the soft skin, purring surprisingly loud as the flesh swelled.  A black mark appeared on her growing paw but the surrounding skin was shockingly pink.  

Once finished, she flexed her hands.  Her claws slid out but she placed her fingers lightly on the keyboard and her smile was triumphant when the bulging skin pressed a key without allowing her claw to tear it off.

"See?" the girl said.  Her furred cheeks widened to show sharp teeth and twitching, joyful whiskers.

A single black mark marred the girl's pink nose and her mother willed herself not to reach out to stroke her daughter's head.  It was a strange urge but the girl was incredibly adorable when she'd changed.  Not that she'd admit it to anyone but herself.

A loud sneeze boomed through the hallway.

"Hey, honey, did yuh- yuh-" Jessie's father sneezed again.  "Did you leave a window- oh."

He peered at his daughter and sighed.

"I'll be in the bedroom," the man said.  

"I left your pills on the counter right next to you.  Bring some to Jake too, please."

"I've got this," Jessie murmured to herself.  "I've-"

Another tweet outside the house was answered by the song of a different bird and the girl craned her furry neck as her ears twisted to find the source.  But the door opening to her brother's bedroom refocused her attention.  She tugged at the bottom of her shirt to hide the two little pink teats just barely peeking through her fur while sliding the pillow against her body.

"I've got this," she whispered, grateful that her blushing cheeks were hidden behind gray fur.

Tic-tak-CRACK

"Dammit," the girl whispered before rubbing the long bridge of her fuzzy pink nose.