“Hanna, Hanna, I think, I think I had too much to drink.” Joel’s head spun as he collapsed onto Hanna’s broad couch. His words felt like molasses as they slurred from his lips. The room spun beneath him.

“Hehehe me, me toohhh,” Hanna slurred back as she giggled uncharacteristically.

“Lesh me shohhh you how mushhhh,” she said as her body writhed. Her clumsy hands pulled at the hem of her short dress in a poor attempt to sexily dance for Joel before her legs suddenly gave way under her. Luckily Joel was aware enough of the show she was putting on to catch her as she almost face-planted into the couch. Her weight was crushing him but Joel didn't care as they hugged and laughed before kissing sloppily, their hands all over each other.

“Did you, did you tip thehhh uber?” Hanna managed to gasp out as she broke off their prolonged frenching, her eyes a haze of half-concern as they gazed unfocused at his face.

“Huh?” Joel needed time to process the question, his head fuzzy from their increasingly hot and heavy make-out session.

“Sure, sure I guess,” was all he could muster. He wasn't sure if he had missed something, whatever it was it didn't matter as he puckered his lips. Joel’s hands drew Hanna’s round smooth-skinned face back to his as they groped the unusually thickly hair of her head.

Hanna weakly fought him, recoiling slightly as she wiggled uncomfortably in his lap.

“We should go to sleep...We should go to sleep….” Hanna slurred repeating herself, not remembering what she had just said. Her body weakly pressed away from Joel as she tried to fight it. Joel didn’t understand her sudden recalcitrance.

“Nouhhhhh, come on baby,” Joel gurgled as he buried his face in her neck. His tongue playfully licked her slender exposed neck as he made his way down to her shoulder, only interrupted by the straps of her bra. He smacked his suddenly dry lips, his tongue felt like cotton as he lapped a thin carpet of hair but he was too inebriated to pay attention.

“Huhhhhhh,” Hanna moaned at the stimulation. Her resistance was crumbling all too quickly as a deep heat rushed through her body. She had many boyfriends but Joel was different. Joel was everything to her. As hard as it was to admit to herself sober she had feelings for him, feelings that made her insides churn and her face blush. She wanted this, her near lifetime of caution thrown to the wind. The six shots of fireball and however many beers they had downed didn’t hurt either.

Her hands sloppily rubbed Joel’s back as she pressed herself against his bulging trousers. Joel reciprocated gladly as his hands began to rub and explore her body, pulling down on her blouse as he did his best to expose her small but beautifully symmetric breasts. Hanna clumsily struggled to unbuckle Joel’s belt as they kissed deeply again. Her hands couldn't make heads or tails of the simple hook and loop mechanism in her passionate state.

Joel was having better luck with Hanna’s clothes as they separated long enough for him to unbutton the top half of her blouse, revealing her modest cleavage and the uncommonly lacy brazier that supported it. It sent him all the signals he needed that she had planned for something special to happen tonight.

His hands fumbled with her bra’s needlessly complicated clasp as her loose blouse draped over his hands, in the way once more. Hanna’s near-frantic hands finally pulled down the rim of Joel’s trousers to reveal his underwear-clad boner. The head of his turgid cock pushed against the fabric. A growing dark wet patch accentuated his urethra’s position as precum pushed out of his strained seven-inch length.

“Ohhhhh…fffff…,” Joel moaned as Hanna’s hands pried and massaged him through the thin folds of fabric. She tried to extract his fleshy shaft with some difficulty, being as erect and inflexible as it was. Joel felt like he may blow from just the touch of her hands on him. His cock throbbed out of control as pulses of hot blood poured into its length. It took all Joel’s willpower to not cum right there as Hanna plied needfully at his boxers.

Joel buried himself in her shallow cleavage as best he could. Looking up his bleary lust-drunk eyes made out a pair of long furry ears sticking out of Hanna’s hair.

“You don't, you don't need to role-play for me you know,” Joel hiccuped, sure that the ears were some sort of toy Hanna had slipped on while he was preoccupied. She always loved her toys he thought.

Hanna, preoccupied with Joel's cock, couldn’t process what he was saying. A ringing in her ears begins to consume her hearing. All the sounds in the room came back at once, bombarding her. Suddenly somebody turned up the volume dial on the world to eleven. The only thing holding back the pain of the sound is the pleasure coursing through her body as her clothes begin to tighten.

Joel decided if Hanna wanted to use her toys it could only make the night sexier. Joel fumbled to remove her bra as their bodies crushed against each other. Sensing his ineptitude Hanna helped him, guiding his hands, freeing her small mounds of breast flesh. Joel knew Hanna loved it when he played with her nipples. They were small enough it took some effort to keep them between his fingers but he was committed, if uncoordinated. He rubbed her pert pink nipples with his thumbs, pressing them down and releasing them before making a circle around her bumpy quarter-sized areola before starting all over again.

“Ohhhhhhh!!! God...just like that,” Hanna moaned, unable to stop her body from compulsively grinding against Joel’s lithe body. Her hips moved on their own as her short dress skirt began to tear at the seams from her exertion. Joel’s hands hesitantly detach from Hanna’s chest as they make their way over her pudgy stomach to hold onto her thighs. Joel couldn’t help but move his hands up her fatty thighs towards her bountiful ass cheeks. In response, Hanna spread herself even wider, somehow enveloping Joel’s body with her legs.

“Oh god, Joel….take me,” Hanna moaned, her voice growing deeper and more sultry.

“But not here. There, take me....” her eyes looked towards her waiting bedroom.

Joel eagerly obliged as they left the couch, giggling and smooching all the way to the bedroom. Hanna almost fell as her legs suddenly gave out from under her. Joel, even inebriated, was fast enough to catch her. Her momentum catapulted them both ungracefully onto the bed. Their mouths entwined ravenously as their hands moved over each other's bodies, diving into and out of each other’s underwear.

Hanna was suddenly on top of him, her torn skirt hitched around her hips as the seams down her legs began to further tear. She ground her wet still panty-constrained pussy against Joel. Joel’s hands gripped her buttocks, his fingers finding an uncommonly large handful of jiggling flesh to grab.

“Oh god, hnnnrghh, you’re so hot,” Joel managed to moan as he came up for air. Sweat soaked his shirt and his face as Hanna’s moans and grunts grew more and more urgent. If Joel’s massaging hands moved up just a little on Hanna’s butt they would have found the growing fluffy tail pushing out of her spine. As his fingers grazed the beginnings of her tail he was distracted as Hanna pulled his cock from his underwear and guided it between her dripping lower lips. Before he could protest that she was moving too fast she sunk herself onto him.

“Urnnnnhhhhh, uhhhnn!!!” Hanna felt so hot. But even in her sex-and-alcohol-intoxicated state, she took notice of the changes wracking her body.

“I can’t, wait, not, hahhhh! Hahhhh!!!” she managed to squeak out as her pussy shuddered and gripped Joel's rigid shaft. Even as she became aware of the changes she was too drunk and Joel was too deep inside of her to stop. Her hands gripped her thickening breast flesh trying to hold their swelling mass back. She wanted to feel Joel’s cock in her so much it was overriding any remaining sense she had.

Hanna’s body grew increasingly furry as she moaned and pushed back against Joel. Joel's cock pumped in and out of her like an engine piston, spreading her lower lips over and over. Muscles rippled and tensed under her skin, her hips widened as her breasts swelled ever larger and heavier under her hands; hands which were quickly resembling humanoid paws. Her blouse tightened around her midriff as she grew, fat turning taught and tight as her body became toned and buxom. Her pussy strengthened and deepened as it plied at her boyfriend’s tool.

A huge wave of slick hot pussy juices gushed out of her, soaking Joel’s crotch. His cock slammed into her recesses with renewed slickened zeal as it dipped in and out of the oven between her legs. They bobbed and ground at a fever pitch as the changes took over. Joel’s half-closed eyes were too unfocused to notice the changes. He couldn’t stop himself, Hanna’s insides felt like liquid fire. His cock was wrapped in her powerful wet chasm as it coaxed every bit of pleasure imaginable from his penis..

Hanna’s head rolled on her shoulders as hair began to fall out in giant clumps, replaced with brown fur. Her face upturned in ecstasy as it pushed and cracked into a wide rabbit’s muzzle. She lost her grip on her huge heavy breasts as she braced her hands against Joel’s lightly haired chest for support as her front teeth grew beyond her mouth’s ability to contain them.

Joel was too preoccupied with how good it all felt to notice the increasing weight of his girlfriend wildly riding his turgid shaft or that her auburn hair was falling off her scalp onto the bed all around them. Hanna’s swelling insides milked him for everything he had as they both began to orgasm. Joel felt hot splashes of liquid on his chest as his golf-ball sized balls hitched in their sac. His body thrust needfully into the depths between Hanna’s legs. His hands gripped huge clumps of her thick furred thighs as he poured himself into her. Hanna screamed as the orgasm washed over her, milk pouring from her thickening thumb-sized nipples onto her inebriated lover. Pink paw pads erupted from her digits as her feet lengthened behind her.

They both reared their heads in the cacophony of pleasure. As they reached their mutual crescendo everything went black.