"Trash Explorer" - Raccoon Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Raccoon Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Kris wasn’t able to find his phone anywhere. He had checked every room in his house only to realise one thing. He must have dropped it into the garbage bag by an accident earlier, since he mistook it for his new phone which was practically the same in outer appearance. “Damn you technological evolution!” – He yelled out and ran out of his house and towards the huge trash containers.

“Disgusting, but I need to get my freaking phone back…” – He sighed as he eyed the container which was covered by a layer of rust. The man shivered and started climbing the object to get inside. Opening the heavy lid was difficult and even dangerous when getting inside.

Suddenly Kris lost balance and fell inside the container. “Ngh- Fuck!” – He exclaimed when he landed on the disgusting trash. The man knew that his day couldn’t get worse, but at least he thought well of going inside. He had a flashlight with him and he turned it on to look for the most probable trash bag.

Seconds passed, but it wasn’t easy to distinguish some bags from the other ones. As Kris caught glances of the container’s insides he started to have a feeling that it was bigger than before. His clothes were suddenly looser on his frame as well.

When Kris’ jeans started to slip off his waist he finally decided to stop searching for the bag and check what was happening to himself. He targeted himself with the flashlight and yelped in dread. As he saw himself it became obvious that the clothes weren’t getting stretched or growing bigger, he was the one shrinking in them.

“Wh-What’s happening to me?!” – He grunted as he felt his skeleton start to shift and further malform his continuously shrinking silhouette. His body was becoming more feral appearing, leaner and agile. “Screw the phone, I have to get out of here…!” – He said and looked up.

His jaw dropped, he became too short to even reach the lid at this point. Kris looked down at his hands and saw them contract into an alien alignment, more fit for an animal. The flesh on his palms bloated out a bit, forming barely apparent paw-pads. “Ack! Shit, my feet too…” – He groaned in discomfort as his heels started rising and forcing him to remain only on his shifting tiptoes.

Kris stepped out of his overly big shoes and kicked them aside. The flesh underneath his tiptoes became numb as it puffed out to form paw-pads. His toenails extended out into curved claws which started scraping against the plastic underneath them.

“Somebody, please help! I’m turning into a goddamn animal!” – Kris shouted, but his increasingly squeaky voice only echoed in the closed container. Kris was now half of his former size and still shrinking. The man had no major idea of what he was becoming yet.

His clothes were more of an obstacle than help now, so with some reluctance the man started pulling them off himself. He stumbled forwards as his spine started elongating and stretching his torso, making it more bendable in places.

The itchiness which was building up for some time now started to reach another level as thousands of grey hair started to push out through Kris’ skin. The man stared as his naked form started sprouting what appeared to be fur. The pelage was lighter towards his underside and darker on his back.

Oddly enough Kris was relieved that his shifting and humiliating form was covered by something as natural as fur. His body finally started to take a shape he recognised from TV series about nature. “C-Could it be? Am I becoming a raccoon?!” – He asked the fate as he hugged his chest. He felt his ribcage become rounder and slimmer.

His head was slowly shifting as well. The short hair on his scalp was quickly joining the forming patches of fur and becoming their extension. His ears were growing longer and pointier as they moved slightly higher on his changing head. His nose started blackening in his field of view as it gradually transformed into a more triangular shape.

Kris felt his throat clench and stir. He tried to say something to reassure himself that his voice is fine. The series of raspy growls he produced proved him otherwise. Even if he’d find his phone now, he wouldn’t be able to talk through it at this point

Kris clenched his sharpening teeth as they started turning into more carnivorous-suited fangs. His jaws throbbed and ached as they begin to push out his face into a narrow snout. Kris’ head was being flattened at the top and gradually reshaped into that of a raccoon. Kris kept his eyes closed as his muzzle fully pushed out.

When he opened his eyes and saw his reflection he gasped frightened. He was a metre away from the reflection which shown a feral animal, a raccoon. Or so it seemed at first glance for the man had a few changes left ahead of him. He blinked his eyes, stunned by the sight of what he was becoming. His pupils turned brown and eyes became more feral in appearance.

Kris lowered himself onto all fours, which felt strangely natural with his mainly changed spine. A pressure was pushing out something above his rear. The man looked back and saw as a fleshy nub started extending from his tailbone. It quickly gained length and started swaying about. The ropey appendage slowly reached its final length and began sprouting a unique pattern of fur consisting of dark and light grey rings of fur.

Compared to most animals he could have turned into, a raccoon was a pretty safe choice, although certainly life-changing. Kris sat down and managed to maneuver his tail enough to grab it with his paw’s dexterous digits. It felt surreal to grab the extension of his own tail, but it also felt somewhat rad.

Another thing Kris realised was how his body diminished in size under his touch. He was practically compressed into a more compact shape, but those changes were gradually ending and leaving him at a perfect size for a regular raccoon.

The last changes were taking place and they were influencing Kris’ entire body. He felt slightly nauseous as his organs changed more to fit his new anatomy and lifestyle so to say. On his head fur covered the last furless spots and his cheeks grew whiskers. The most curious sensations however hit his groin.

Kris’ eyes widened and he splayed out his legs only to realise that his foreskin just finished fusing with his lower belly and forming an animalistic sheath, which was quickly getting covered by soft fur.

Focusing on his groin inevitably made him horny, which caused his changing shaft to peek out of its new pouch. Kris shivered when he saw the head of his cock slowly bend a bit and its shape become more tapered. The shaft grew more erect and as it did it lengthened permanently.

Without thinking of it much Kris started stroking his member with both paws, which came out clumsy. His bean-like paw-pads pleasantly rubbed the contours of his slick cock. Kris stuck out his tongue lewdly and started panting as the pleasure gradually cumulated. His balls clenched and before he was able to prevent it, his cock started shooting ropes of cum at his furry muzzle.

Kris collapsed onto the side with a sly grin on his muzzle. He had no idea being a raccoon would feel so good at times. He decided he’d explore his body more once he’ll get out of the prison that the trash container became.

Kris sat down and started licking himself clean. His newfound flexibility aided him at that. When his fur was clean, Kris realised that his body wasn’t as disgusting as he worried before. As a matter of fact he found himself to be cute as a raccoon.

Suddenly Kris was thrown at the wall as the container got lifted up by a garbage truck. Kris gasped as he realised what was going on. Thankfully the lid to the container opened at the right moment for the raccoon-turned man to jump out of it. Kris dashed off the truck and gracefully landed on the pavement.

“Awww. Hi little guy. Thank God you jumped out in time.” – A female worker said as she approached Kris. Kris sighed at that, knowing what happened after he got into the container. The woman petted Kris between the ears and smiled at him. “Hm. I knew raccoons were relatively intelligent, but you’re not even skittish. Would you like to come back home with me? I’d give you something tasty to eat. I promise it will be better than whatever you were looking for in that garbage container.” – She said and chuckled.

Kris rubbed his paws together. Since he had no idea what specifically transformed him and whether he’d transform back, he decided to go with the flow for now. Enjoy his new form for a little while and eat something thanks to the courtesy of the kind woman.

Instead of being just emptied, the garbage container was also crushed as it has exceeded its usefulness being entirely covered in rust and having a few holes in it. As the garbage container got crushed by the truck’s strong mechanisms a cloud of glittery, red dust was blown out of it. The red glitter rapidly started spreading and slowly landing all over the neighbourhood…