Medication, drugs, whatever someone called it. Such things often took a long time before it hit the market, as it had to go through all kinds of safety checks and warnings. A new product invented by a company called 'BatCo' released such a drug. The drug had all sorts of warnings on it. Some people claimed that it transformed their lives into something completely different. A hooker claimed she was a male CEO in charge of a huge company that was nonexistent. A male dog animal with a surprising amount of intelligence claimed it was once a college girl.

The drug never left store shelves, as testing after testing showed there was nothing wrong. People just assumed those that made such claims got a bad batch, or perhaps they were on something else entirely.

Jeremy was one person that was about to try such a drug. The drug was like some other familiar drugs in a sense one could smoke them. Jeremy was never a smoker of any sort. He held a package of the newest drug right outside his house, too afraid to spread any scent to clothes or furniture, or even start a fire.

"What did they call this drug again?" the late 20-year-old man said as he pulled out a match. "Jar, or something?" He thought the name 'Jar' was strange, but he knew 'Jar' was a synonym for another drug that he didn't want to mention. "Well, whatever..." He lit up the Jar, took a deep breath, and breathed in the drug. As he puffed the Jar, he inhaled the earthly taste. "This is so...weird." He didn't inhale much of the Jar; just enough that he could feel what it was like to smoke it. "So this is what it's like."

Jeremy wasn't sure what to expect as he breathed it in and waited for it to take effect. He thought Jar was supposed to be immediate when inhaled, yet as he tried to focus on his own body, the only thing that was hard for him was a brief lapse in judgement on his own gender, which felt downright silly.

"I don't get what all the excitement is all abo...woah..." Jeremy felt a rush through his body that went right to his head. He couldn't describe the feeling very well outside of just a sudden feeling of light-headedness that one might feel after just waking up and shooting upright in their bed.

"Well, I don't feel a desire to do any criminal activities." Jeremy joked. He leaned against the outer wall of his house, and slowly sat down. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. People just said using Jar made them feel good, and sometimes a bit aroused. He could tell what they meant, as he too felt aroused, but as he was still outside, he controlled his arousal. "Hah...not out in the open. I don't know if I should go back inside with the Jar though."

Jeremy took another deep breath, but rather than smoke the Jar, he wanted to get a smell of the Jar to see how noticeable it was. He smelled a scent that he could only describe as the scent of cum. It wasn't a 'bad' smell, but he could definitely smell it. "It's not that strong, so maybe I could smoke this inside, maybe in the bathroom or the bedroom."

Jeremy walked back inside with the Jar in hand. He continued to think the name was a little silly, but he wasn't sure what else he could call it besides 'a drug' which just felt wrong on many levels. He felt an erection between his legs, and as he took a puff of the Jar, he felt the erection grow stronger. He didn't feel a lapse in judgement, at least more than what he would get from normally being horny. He puffed the Jar again as he walked to his bedroom, but he paused at a mirror in the hallway. He tilted his head as he looked at his face. He swore the beard on his face looked much shorter than before. He wasn't going to complain about the shorter beard though. "Now I don't have to shave today!"

Jeremy closed the door to the master bedroom, laid down on the bed, and smoked more Jar. As he smoked, he opened up his laptop located right on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and started to look up pornography pictures. It was hard to multitask though. With one hand, he looked up pictures and adjusted the smoke in his lips, and with the other hand, he stroked his cock underneath his normal clothing and underwear.

"Fuck." Jeremy mumbled. His body felt so hot, his cock felt stiff, and he felt a strong pressure between his legs, stronger than ever before. He only had time to pull his pants down before he felt himself orgasm. His cock pumped and pulsed his seed freely into his underwear, more than he thought he was capable of even doing. His hair grew out another few inches, his face looked more feminine, and his waist pushed in while his ass and chest pushed out. He still looked mostly male, but even his cock that came shrank slightly.

Jeremy laid back as he finished the Jar. He purchased a small package of them, uncertain what they did to people, but he had to admit, it made him feel good. He laid in bed with a smile on his face as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. He didn't even care he had cum on him, he'd just take a shower, light a candle, and his wife wouldn't have been any the wiser over what he was doing. "I can totally see why people like to smoke this." He said with a soft chuckle.

Jeremy laid in his bed for half an hour to let the Jar wear off. Once his mind felt like his own, he hoped off, and grabbed his bed sheets. He put his bed sheets and clothes in the wash, and as his clothes washed, he figured he could hop in the shower. The Jar smell wasn't 'terrible', but he felt a twinge of guilt after smoking it in the house. Ashley would not have gone easy on him if the smell stuck around.

Just as Jeremy walked into the bathroom, he froze at the mirror above the sink. He stared at his now clean-shaven face, longer hair, and less masculine body. He was still human, but he didn't look quite as masculine. "Huh...is this what they mean by the Jar side effects?" he asked aloud. "Maybe this is just...this has got to be a hallucination." He tried to ignore what his face now looked like, and hopped in the shower. He let the hot water run over his body, and stroked his fingertips across the sides of his chest slowly. As the water brushed over his skin, he felt himself grow aroused again. He just figured it was a side effect of the Jar; he thought that perhaps increased arousal went on for a few hours after using it.

"Good thing she's not coming back for a few days." He said to himself. "That gives me enough time to grow this beard back." He put the palm of his hand underneath his chin and felt his lack of hair. He just now realized it wasn't just his face lacking body hair, but the rest of his body too. His chest, his legs, even his crotch had no body hair at all. He wasn't one to normally worry about shaving anything below his chin, and even with his beard he didn't shave that much. "This is freaky."

Jeremy couldn't get the Jar out of his head. He finished his shower, dried off, and put on new clothes. He felt a throbbing erection between his legs, something he didn't think was possible to get erect so fast after a male orgasm, but he wanted to try to ignore it. He went about his day cleaning up the house, watching some television, listening to music, he did a variety of things to distract himself. Part of him felt as if he were going through withdrawal symptoms, but he didn't feel that sick. 

"Just relax and don't smoke any more Jar." Jeremy told himself. He completely forgot where he even put the pack of Jar he purchased, but just as he went to the living room, he noticed the small white box on the small table next to his chair. He didn't remember setting it there, but he knew he had to get rid of it. One Jar was enough for one lifetime. He wasn't even sure if his job would fire him if they found him using it! "It's legal, isn't it?" He didn't even remember the answer. He knew he bought it at a shop, but his head felt cloudy. "Ugh, I can't concentrate." He looked over to the Jar. "Why do I have this feeling that smoking Jar will help me focus?"

Jeremy couldn't help it. He grabbed another Jar, lit it up, and smoked it in the house. He inhaled the earthly salty scent, and exhaled slowly. "Ooh yeah...it's totally legal; otherwise I wouldn't have bought this in the first place." The Jar seemed to hit his head very quickly this time around.
"Heh, Jar is legal everywhere, it's totally safe and fine to use, otherwise it wouldn't be legal. Nothing's legal that's bad for you."

Jeremy knew he lacked body hair after the first Jar, but as he smoked this new Jar, he felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread through his body. "Mph, god...more people should totally be taking this drug." The more he smoked it, the stronger he smelled the scent, and the harder his cock pulsed. He could tell his shaft felt weaker than the first bit of Jar, but he didn't care. With another breath in, his cock pulsed harder. "Just a bit more."

With one more puff of Jar, Jeremy moaned again as he came. He felt his cock pulse and pump strongly, but not 'quite' as strong last time. His new underwear he just put on after his shower became soaked in his seed. His hair inched out, and bits of black fur surrounded both of his eyes, as well as gray and black fur down his body. The fur traced over his body gently and still showed off his pale skin underneath the fur. It took effort to see the gray and black fur all throughout his body, but it was definitely there, and he could feel it.

Jeremy licked his fingers lustfully, and put out the tip of the Jar with it. The tip of the lit Jar was hot, but not so hot as to burn him. "Okay...seriously that's enough for now." Jeremy heaved himself up, and changed his pants and underwear again. "I'm not a Jar-" he paused. 'Would it be an insult to even finish that? Who knows? Either way, I'm not going to smoke that all day, as good as it feels.' He told himself mentally. He was Jeremy, he was human, he wasn't so one dimensional that his life had to focus entirely on one thing.

Jeremy tried to go about the rest of his day as normal after his second dose of Jar. He hated how he had to try to focus 'not' on smoking the Jar, or getting more. His willpower already faltered earlier, which caused him to have another dose, but he had to get other things done around the house. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of much he had to do.

Just then, Jeremy's stomach growled. "Hah, I have to eat for one thing." He said to himself. "And unlike some certain other drugs, I'm pretty sure Jar doesn't cause you to get hungry." He walked into the kitchen. "Just hornier."

Jeremy put a pizza in the oven and helped himself to some cookies, as well as a sandwich and a two-liter soda. Normally he wasn't this hungry, he would have just settled for half a pizza, or two thirds of it at the very most, but for some reason, he felt much hungrier today. He knew it couldn't have come from the Jar, as that drug wore off already.

Time passed, and Jeremy spent his day casually in his house. He felt a twinge of a headache coming on, and he tried to treat it with aspirin, caffeine, moisture, a hot shower, and the things that he would normally use to treat a headache. His throat also felt dry, and no amount of water he drank seemed to quench his thirst. Then, he remembered the Jar. He swore he didn't hear about any side effects that it might cause, but he wasn't sure what else could cause his headache.

Just as he looked over to the Jar, there was a knock at the door. Confusedly, Jeremy walked over to the door, opened it up, and he found a brown package at his doorstep. With a small shrug, he brought the package in, and inspected it. "I didn't order anything." He wondered if Ashley ordered something, but he noticed the address on the box indicated it was for him. "Odd. Maybe she ordered it for me." Curiously, he opened up the box and found a glass container inside. The container had a small opening at the base, but a large one at the top.

"This looks like a glass..." Jeremy paused. He knew what it looked like, but he didn't want to say what it looked like "Is this even legal to use?" He felt as if it was a stupid question. It should have been legal, after all he could just put something in it and smoke it that way, and so long as what he smoked was legal, then the apparatus to smoke it with shouldn't have mattered. "This looks like it's almost meant for the house with how wide the top is."

Jeremy noticed a small box wrapped in plastic inside the package as well. He pulled it out, and noticed the box labeled 'JAR' in big wide letters. "Blueberry scented, huh?" He looked at the small box, and saw instructions as to how to use it. "Pour liquid into the base, turn knob, and enjoy the scent as the new Jar scent fills the house." He put the box down next to the glass. "At least it's not that weird scent of cum." He mumbled, but as he said that, he felt his body shiver and his cock throb softly. "God. That should not turn me on as much as it does." He said softly.

Unable to help himself, partially because he thought his headache came from the lack of Jar, and partially because of his curiosity, Jeremy poured the liquid into the glass container, turned the knob, and waited. "It needs heat of some sort though, doesn't it?" he asked aloud. "Like, if it's burning liquid, it at least needs to be plugged in?" Yet he watched as the liquid began to evaporate in the container, despite having no heat source. The scent of blueberries began to fill the air.

"Better than the other scent." Despite the scent that filled the house now was a sweet scent, Jeremy still couldn't get the smell of cum off his brain. He felt his cock pulse and throb harder as he imagined cum covering his body, dripping out his ass, all while he gorged himself. As he pictured himself, he imagined himself outside next to a dumpster, not as a human, but as part animal. He imagined himself digging for food, performing sexual favors for food. Some might call such a life, a bad life. A life of desperation, but Jeremy found himself longing for such a life.

"God, the scent is different, but the effects are the same." He said aloud as he threw himself on the couch. "I'm going to need to start wearing condoms or stay in the shower or something at this rate." He felt his body tingle all over. Unable to help himself, Jeremy took off his shirt and pants, and then brushed his palms down his sides. After the first brush, he swore he felt something strange about his sides. Another stroke of his hands, and he felt something soft above his skin. 'What IS that?' He thought to himself.

Jeremy knew he should have inspected his body. He wanted to get to a mirror, but the mirror in the bathroom, and the hallway to the bathroom, felt so far away now. He leaned back with a sigh, and arched that same back as he breathed in the scent of the Jar. "F-fuck, I wish I had someone to fuck or something." His judgement was impaired, and his thought process slowed. He knew part of it to blame was on the erection between his legs. His cock and balls looked so much smaller than he last remembered though. "Maybe I should...maybe I should turn it off for a little bit." He leaned back against the couch, and looked down at the glass container that emitted a blue smoke. The smoke evaporated in the air, and the scent of blueberries grew stronger. "I just have to get up, turn it off, and that's it." He told himself.

Despite what Jeremy told himself, he couldn't find the motivation to do it. He didn't feel weak, but his body felt heavy. "Just...gotta...ughn." He arched his back again, and felt himself orgasm in his underwear once more. As he came, his hair grew longer, and the fur on his body developed more. The fur that covered his body from head to toe in a fine dust now covered up more of his skin. The fur was a mixture of gray and black, with blackness on, and around his eyes. His cock was visible, even after his orgasm, but it was now a few inches shorter. Even his testicles were much smaller.

Jeremy didn't seem to pay much attention to his body though, or the feminine curves his body developed. He leaned back with a smile on his face as he panted. "Fuck, this is so good."
He knew he had to get up and change again, but it felt hard for him. "I keep orgasming and needing to change my underwear so much, why bother?" He chuckled. "Nobody's going to notice if I just...stay like this."

His stomach growled again, and he gently grasped it. "Hm...I should get something to eat." He stood up to grab some food, but as he did, he noticed something strange about his living room. His television looked smaller, his couch was no longer leather, but a lesser material, and the cell phone he had out was much cheaper. "Huh, strange." Jeremy wondered if he always had such cheap things. He still had movies next to the television, but fewer. The entertainment stand that held up the television was also smaller, but it didn't matter because the walls were also closer, as if the house itself shrank with the orgasm.

'Is this what they meant about life changing?' Jeremy thought to himself. Just after his orgasm, he slowly recovered mentally, although he still felt so good. "Hah, whatever, there's no way." He would have looked around the rest of his house to see if anything was different, but he felt too lazy. He looked at his finger and saw his wedding ring, albeit cheaper, and just smiled. "I'm still married, I still got a house; everything is fine." He slouched on the couch, and looked at the glass container that emitted the blueberry scent with Jar in it. "Does that ever end?" He swore there was another scent mixed in with the blueberries, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The scent smelled salty, yet he knew it wasn't food. He knew he smelled the scent many times before, and as he looked down at his shaft, he shivered. "Got to...turn that thing off." He said quietly. He let out a quiet moan as his thoughts drifted to sex. He imagined men, women, all in his house having a massive orgy. 'But what would my wife think?' He thought to himself. He tried to remember what his wife looked like, or even her name, but he couldn't picture her, or even recall what her name was. Jeremy tried to think about her, but his headache came back as he did.

'Ugh. It's so hard to think about her. Why am I even worried? I know she's still around...right?' His headache became less severe when he didn't think about his wife that he couldn't name. 'Just lay back, relax, and watch some television.' He felt his head throb gently again. "I don't even get why I'm getting this headache...it can't be Jar withdrawal; it's right here in front of me...maybe it's just thinking that makes my head hurt." He chuckled. "Thinking hurts, why do it, right?" He didn't want to think, he wanted to cum. His cock pulsed hard, even after he came not minutes ago. 

Jeremy gently grasped onto his shaft, and stroked happily. One hand mindlessly wandered to his chest, and gave his right nipple a soft squeeze. Normally, nipple play didn't arouse him, but today felt different. His chest felt far more sensitive than it used to, and he took full advantage of it. He grasped his shaft tighter as he felt the pressure grow between his legs again. He was about to think about how off this felt, and about how he masturbated much, much more than he used to, but a thought, any kind of brief thought, made his head hurt, at least the thoughts that weren't sexual made his head pound.

He focused more on sexual thoughts, about women and men; he knew a porn video, or pornography on the internet would make this so much easier to masturbate, but he couldn't find the strength to get up and move. He felt so close to another orgasm. 'I wish...I wish I...uhn!' His thoughts stopped as his smaller cock came once more. His house changed around him as he orgasmed. With every pump of cum that came out of his cock, the house shifted. His television shrank, his video collection changed, his walls became hollow. He felt the world black out around him.

As he slowly recovered from his orgasm, he let out a soft groan. His head didn't hurt, but he felt exhausted. He immediately noticed how different the house changed again, but this time in a much more significant way.

"Odd..." Jeremy scratched his ass without a second thought. He smacked his lips, and slowly blinked as he awoke from what felt like a nap that lasted years. 
"Was the house always this bad?" he glanced down at his hand as he felt another change, although an extremely subtle one. He noticed his hand lacked a wedding ring. 
He didn't need to pay much attention to it before, but now the lack of wedding ring made his eyes widen. He knew the ring changed moments ago, but now he didn't have one at all. "Okay, I know I was married." He reached out, turned off the Jar, and took a few deep breaths. The scent of blueberries still felt strong in the air, and thinking was still hard, but not impossible.

Jeremy decided to check his cell phone. He picked up his phone from the charger, now on the floor, and checked his contact list. He knew his wife was on it, but as he went through the list, he couldn't find her. "The heck?"

Just then, Jeremy heard the sound of blaring music from underneath him. He looked down, and then quickly turned to the window right behind his couch, and noticed he was in an apartment complex. He knew he wasn't in one before. "Okay...what's...ugh." he grabbed his head as a minor headache suddenly came over him. "Not again."

Jeremy knew exactly what he had to do to solve his headache, but he didn't think they would come on so quickly. Even a caffeine withdrawal took longer than a few minutes. "Just got to resist it. I don't know if it's the Jar doing this, or what, but I've got to figure this out." Jeremy walked over to his apartment door, and grabbed the round handle. He was about to leave, but as he looked down at his hand, his eyes widened. "What?" He raised his hand, and noticed his hand had pitch-black fur with white claw tips at the very end. He thought he transformed earlier, but he couldn't focus much on it until now.

Jeremy's headache intensified as he stared down at his paw. He looked at the furry back, and then the furry front with pink paw pads on each of his five digits. His other hand looked the same, and they looked daintier compared to before. "What's going on with me? With my house?" He was now curious what he looked like from head to toe. He noticed the fur on his arms traced up in a swirl of gray and black, and he saw his feet changed into paws as well as he didn't even bother to put on shoes.

Jeremy made his way to the bathroom. The trip was quite short with his smaller home. He stepped into the bathroom, and he saw a creature that looked half-human, and half-raccoon. He didn't look changed enough to be considered a full anthro. If he had to guess, it looked as if he were the child of a human, and an anthro raccoon. "Wow, this...wow." his head filled with a variety of different emotions. He was scared at what he was becoming. He was afraid of what new things were in store for him with a sudden change in his life. At the same time, he felt excited. Deep down, he dreamed of becoming a ditzy bimbo, and now he could see it beginning.

Jeremy undressed completely so he could get a better look at himself. His body was still slightly chubby, but he could see the feminine curves starting to take place. He brushed his paws over his stomach, and shivered. "Wow, I look almost like a woman." He said with a laugh, and then a twinge of pain as his head throbbed. "Ugh, fucking hell. Do I have to smoke that shit constantly?" He didn't second-guess what he said. The regular Jeremy would have never said such vulgar things. "Maybe I'll find a pipe or something, or one of those vape things. Jar comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes after all." He pulled open a drawer in the bathroom and pulled out a disposable Jar. He lit it up, and smoked it with a deep and happy sigh.

"Yeah, I'm transforming, the world around me is transforming, but it feels soooo good anyways." He closed his eyes with a smile as he felt a rush in his body. "That's the stuff..." He didn't want to feel like a junkie, but at the same time, he could very much see how people became one. His cock, despite its size, grow stiff with excitement. "So long as the hobby or drug doesn't deter you from living your life or give you ill health, then it's fine to delve into it now and then, right? It's a legal drug after all. Nothing bad comes out of it." He paused, and glanced around his house, but then chuckled. "Even all of this change around the house is fine. A little extreme, but I still have a place to live, I still have my health, and I still have Jar." He chuckled. "And other forms of entertainment of course." He looked over to his television. The television was smaller than the one he had originally, but it was still there. There was even an assortment of movies, although quite a few of them pornography. "I just got to find...uh...what was her name again?" Jeremy knew he was married. At least before his cock came he was married, but he couldn't remember to who. "Ah, I'm sure it'll come to me eventually." He waved his pawed furry hand dismissively, and smoked more of his Jar. "I should really do something about these headaches though. They're coming on less than five minutes of not smoking it, and that's intense." Jeremy decided to use his laptop. He swore he used to have a gaming computer, but now he just had a small laptop. Either way, he looked up Jar and the side effects of it while he smoked the one in his hand casually. Part of him felt trashy. He was a feminine raccoon living in a worse looking home, and clearly in a lower income bracket than what he had not five minutes ago.

Jeremy found a website that stated information about Jar, more than he had known about before. "Jar has been known to cause minor headaches." Jeremy swore he felt something twitch behind him. He had to take a moment to remember his gender was even still male. He felt a throbbing between his legs, but it felt so much weaker than what it used to be. "Some people say these headaches are withdrawal symptoms, and while it is somewhat true, others claim it's because the Jar has made it into the person's head and is making a lot of mental changes."

Jeremy scoffed at the idea about mental changes. Sure, a puff or two of Jar seemed to change his very surroundings, but part of him thought it was just a weird hallucination, although if it were, he thought it odd he couldn't remember the name of a woman he knew. 'Didn't she used to be my wife? But that's not right, I don't have a wife.' He thought to himself. 'Maybe I just 'want' a wife. But aren't I a woman?' His thoughts were confused and slow. "No, cause I still have a penis." He reached down and felt his gray cock. Despite how much of his body now looked like an anthro raccoon, his cock was still human shaped, it was just much smaller, as well as the balls. "I mean, that doesn't make me a man necessarily...and who cares if a woman loves another woman?" He closed his eyes and pictured a beautiful woman, and then a man. He had completely forgotten his sexual orientation, but as both men and women aroused him, he just figured he was bisexual, and always had been.

Jeremy finished his Jar without orgasm, and sighed as the cigar emptied out. He put it out in an ashtray, and leaned back. He put his arms up and exposed his furry shaven armpits. "I guess I have to go outside eventually." His stomach growled. "I'm out of food." He had a lot of food lying around the house, but none if it appealed to him. He wanted snacks and easy to make foods, not complicated meals that he had to put together and bake. "But where do I go?" he looked out the apartment window again, and noticed a grocery store within walking distance. "Oh, that'll work!"

Jeremy thought there wasn't a grocery store where he used to live, but this new place, wherever it was, and however the Jar put him in it, must have made it possible. He knew he had to put on some new clothes before he left though. He walked over to his bedroom, opened up his closet, and noticed his normal clothes. "Hah, this 'Jar' or whatever might have put me in a cheaper home with cheaper furniture, but it hasn't changed everything." He slipped on a new white shirt and some blue jeans, as well as some gray underwear. He struggled slightly to put his shirt and pants on. His shirt didn't cover his gut that well, nor did it cover his fattening chest, while his pants had problems with how big his ass was. He knew his stomach and 'man boobs' as one might call them were never this problematic before. "Maybe I should get new clothes though." He slipped a belt on over his pants, and put his wallet in his jeans. "These ones are a pain in the ass, literally."
He walked out of his apartment room to go to the grocery store, and better view his new home.

The outer hallway had purple carpeting with white walls and a gray ceiling. Jeremy noted his apartment was number six, but with a crudely drawn '9' next to it. He let out a feminine giggle before he walked down two flights of stairs, and outside the apartment through the glass doorway.

Jeremy never paid attention to what time it was. He guessed it was about late afternoon based on the position of the sun. He knew he had a cell phone, but he didn't bother to check it, let alone bring it with him. The grocery store was close enough that he just needed his wallet, and a pack of Jar, just in case.

As Jeremy patted his pocket, he realized the pack of Jar he had in his jeans. He didn't remember packing them in at all. 'This Jar really does mess with your head and surroundings.' He partially wished he knew how his world changed because of the Jar. He heard stories, but a drug causing such substantial changes over a short period was unheard of. Drugs could change lives, Jeremy knew that, but not this way.

Jeremy knew he still had an erection, even as he stepped outside, but he didn't care. His erection was so small that it didn't show through his underwear. He knew he should have been more worried about it than he was, but he found it hard to worry. He just felt hungry and horny. He walked to the grocery store with a smile on his face. The chilly wind blew gently at his body and stiffened his nipples. He swore he could see the nipples through his shirt, but he just smiled and went about his business. 'I wonder what would happen if I orgasm again?' He thought to himself.

'But I shouldn't orgasm in public.' He added as another thought as he entered the grocery store. Nobody seemed to pay attention to him. It was just another busy day, and he was another half-anthro. 'But then again...oh no, I'm not a bimbo slut.' He thought. He felt a small headache again, but it didn't feel as intense as the last one. 'Oh dear, am I changing again? Or is this withdrawal?' He kept thinking to himself, but the more he thought about things, the less he wanted to think in the first place. Thinking was hard, and the more he thought, the worse his headache felt. He figured it was best to stop thinking, and start shopping, going home, and then eating and masturbating, roughly in that order.

Jeremy bought himself a large variety of snacks, mostly chips with large sodas, and walked home with them in two plastic bags. He didn't focus too much on the people around him, including the cashier. He blamed his lack of focus on his constant erection. That, and the lack of Jar, even if it had only been half an hour since he last had any.

Jeremy was about to leave the store, but before he could, his pitch-black nose picked up a salty musky scent. 'Is that...is that the smell of cocks?' He thought to himself. The scent almost reminded him the first time he smoked Jar, and it made him even hornier. He wondered why he didn't smell the scent of men when he entered the grocery store earlier, and blamed it on more withdrawal symptoms from Jar. "Maybe...maybe if I suck a guy off." he said quietly. "Hah, no, I don't need to do that. I have plenty of Jar at home. I can just use that!" He didn't even care he said such dirty things aloud. It was so much easier to say his thoughts rather than just think them.

Jeremy walked home happily, and distracted. He opened up a bag of chips, and ate along the way. His erection still pulsed between his legs, but he didn't care. "I'll just masturbate when I get home." He said casually as he walked by a human woman.
He walked into the apartment complex, and back to his apartment home. Deep down, he knew there was something off about living in an apartment. He knew something strange happened not just to his body, but his entire life. Yet he couldn't bring himself to be concerned over it.

Back at home, Jeremy quickly pulled off his clothes, removed his belt, and ripped off his pants. "God, these clothes are SO tight and SO hard to fit in!" he said with an annoyed tone. He pulled out another Jar, lit it up, and smoked it without a second thought. "If my life is changing for the better, and if it's the Jar doing it, then smoking this better get me some damn clothes!" He knew he was being blunt and dirty, but he also felt excited. "Or do I need to orgasm while I'm doing it?" With a laugh, he stroked and fondled his balls as he smoked. "So be it! I feel so close anyways. I felt so close since I smelled all of that cock, and this Jar." Jeremy breathed the scent heavily. The Jar currently in his mouth smelled just like the cocks he smelled at the grocery store, however brief his visit was. He could only hope it tasted the same as the Jar tasted. He knew he had Jar of a blueberry scent, but this Jar, the Jar he currently had in his mouth, it tasted salty, yet sweet at the same time. The taste reminded him of something he never tasted in his life, something he thought bizarre. At the same time, he felt his body crave more of it. He ate and smoked his Jar happily. Part of him felt like a slob, but he didn't see himself as one, even as he let out a belch.

"Just relaxing...I don't have to eat and smoke 'that' much. I'm not some kind of loser." Jeremy told himself. "I have a job! I work at the...uh..." Jeremy's mind drew a blank. He let out a soft chuckle as he tried to recall where he worked. He knew he had a job. He must have had a job. He just couldn't remember what it was. He thought about an office, but that didn't sound right.

Jeremy's was distracted when a sudden wave of pleasure hit his body. He arched his back, and thrust his small cock forward. He was concerned about his size, but only in the sense that he wanted it smaller. He wanted his cock gone. He wasn't sure if the old Jeremy wanted to keep his cock, but the 'new' Jeremy didn't care. 

The new Jeremy came, and he came happily. As he came, he felt his cock dwindle bit by bit. He smiled with a happy laugh as his shaft vanished between his legs, and the last of his testicles, retracted inside of him. He was no longer 'he', but a 'she', and she couldn't be happier. Her hand that fondled her cock now explored her new nether regions as they formed. Jeremy felt herself continue to orgasm seemingly endlessly. The Jar dropped from her mouth as her lips onto the ground in front of her. One of her food paws stomped it out barefoot.

She felt as if she orgasmed for a good ten minutes before she finally stopped and the scent of Jar faded. "Oh...oh god." She leaned back against her cheap stained couch. She felt her ass swollen, and her top felt heavy from her tits that, while not fully grown, pushed out into at least a C cup. "That was sooooo good. Is this what my life is going to be like? It's wonderful! It's amazing!" she grabbed a handful of chips next to the couch, and stuffed it in her mouth. She had to get a good look at her body, but first she needed to recover from her repeated orgasms.

Just then, Jeremy's phone rang. She felt her new raccoon ears twitch as she heard the ringtone. "Baby you're a firework? Man, I've got to get a better tone." She grabbed her phone and answered. "Wassup, you reached Jennifer." She paused. 'Jennifer? But my name is...ah fuck, here comes the headache from thinking about names.' She thought to herself briefly.

"Hey Jennifer this is Paula. I got a thing going on and can't make it to work tonight, you want to cover?"

'Jennifer' as Jeremy now called herself, wondered briefly what Paula meant by covering her shift. She felt another headache form that made her stop thinking much about it though. Thinking hurt too much to do. "Oh yeah, I'll be down there in thirty." She hung up the phone, and let out a sigh. "Great, this means I got to get up and actually put on some shit." She knew she could have just thought such things to herself, but thinking about so much things hurt. She figured it was easier to go with the flow at this point. She wasn't depressed or mad about it anyways. She couldn't remember what she used to be, and any thought about it was too painful to recall, literally.

Jennifer heaved herself up from her couch and to her bedroom. The walk was still short as her new home was incredibly small. "Sides, if I work, I can get more food, and maybe more extra stuff!" She let out a squeal of joy. She grabbed a pink shirt, a massive bra, pink underwear, and pink shorts that just barely fit over the pink underwear. With every step she took, she felt her body jiggle with fat, including her tits and ass, especially, her tits and ass.

She walked into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still a full anthro raccoon with black and gray fur covering her body from head to black paw feet. Her hair was pitch-black, as it normally was. While the length of her hair wasn't different, she noticed it felt, and looked smoother to the touch. Her eyes had the same eye color, but a black furry mask covered her eyes as they did with most raccoons. She was, as many would call her, 'thick' with a very plump ass, and a chest that swelled out past the C cups she knew she had moments ago. She hugged her tits with a smile, and let out a moan. "Mph...I've got to bring some of that Jar with me." She knew her Jar wasn't going to last her whole shift, but she could always find a way to replace her 'Jar' with something else, something men were often more than happy to provide her with.

She slipped on her pink underwear and pink shorts. Her shorts dug into her plump soft ass, but she enjoyed the feeling. Just a touch of her hands on her ass made her new cunt glisten with eagerness. 

Jennifer's bra fit her just as well. Her tits felt softer than a pillow. She briefly thought that tits and ass should never be this soft, but after a twinge of pain formed in her head, she quickly remembered that she should not be thinking about it anyways. She was softer than most women were; there was nothing odd about that. She struggled a bit to put on her bra, but once she clipped it, she felt just how much her bra hugged her tits, just as much as her pants and underwear hugged her butt. "I didn't always have these kinds of clothes, did I? Ah, there I go thinking again! I really need to stop doing that."

Jennifer, fully dressed, walked out of her apartment, over to her cheap old car, and drove off to the stripper joint where she worked. She didn't take the time to think about her car, or the scenery, or her job. She just did her job without a single thought.

Jennifer's job, her new job, was at a strip joint downtown. She parked her car in the back in a poor parking lot. Before she entered to start her new job though, she noticed a woman on the sidewalk not far from the strip joint. It was clear the woman did not intend to enter the strip joint, but the woman looked familiar to Jennifer. She couldn't think of 'how' the woman looked familiar, she just knew that somehow, she did. Jennifer walked over to the woman with a smile on her face. "Hello there! You look a bit down, you okay?"

The human woman raised her head. Her dyed hair blew from a small gust. "Yeah, I just can't seem to remember something, and every time I try, I get this headache. It's weird. I swore I was married to someone not less than an hour ago."

"I swore I was married too, but it's super hard to think." Jennifer pulled out a small Jar for the woman. "Here, you should totally try this! It's legal, it's safe, and it'll put you into a euphoria that makes it so much easier to live your life!"

The woman took the Jar from Jennifer. "Um, thank you. I guess I can try it." With a small nod, she walked away.

Jennifer giggled, and waved to the woman. In the back of her mind, she swore that woman had a name, and she must have been with Jennifer somehow, someway. She couldn't think for long though, and she didn't want to. She walked into the stripper joint to live her new life as a bimbo stripper, hungry for food, and inevitably, cum.
