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“I had no idea there were so many ways to indulge this particular… fantasy. The selection is almost as impressive as your knowledge about it all. I'm still trying to wrap my head around magic being real and here you are baking wolf cookies and selling wishing stones. You've been so wonderful helping me make sense of all this," Casey thanked the friendly redheaded owner of the homely shop.

“It's what I do, dear. Giving people here a taste of fantasies in your magical doldrum of a world is a continuing pleasure of mine," smiled the rosy cheeked shopkeeper behind her crowded countertop. There were assorted bottles, pieces of jewelry, polished stones, baked goods, and varied items with magical transformative properties baked into them. The shopkeeper explained the properties of each while a wide-eyed Casey listened and pet counter cat Ember.

The broad selection came from Casey's rather broad request. She was searching for the perfect gift to get her husband and girlfriend, themselves a couple. Ever since their lone trip to the special shop months ago- where they came away with collars that could turn them into dogs- they had gushed about this store whenever they could. Sometimes even in barks. Casey prided herself on being a great gift giver so she had to make the trip herself. She had the best intentions but had no idea what she was getting into.

Casey knew she was way out of her depth when it came to the particular kinks and fetishes of her husband, Alex, and their girlfriend Edda. As an asexual woman she often had to rely on her healthy imagination, a love of her special family, and kind folks like the shopkeeper to manage at times like these. “I think I'll need more of your help narrowing it down by a lot. Not sure where to even start," the clearly overwhelmed woman admitted.

“Then let me take the reins, dear. You mentioned wanting something that would be a good surprise for a pair that are open to a lot of transformations. Do I have that right?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

“Yeah, you nailed it."

“Good, good. Knowing they liked those dog collars of mine tells me a lot too. Pleasurable, temporary changes that alter the mind without robbing one of it are the most popular by far. They will want something like that again," reasoned the shopkeeper as she considerately started removing items from her counter. “You'll want something that works simply to avoid tedious explanations. Something that can adapt to a person's needs, whatever they may be. I get the impression something that can allow for a shared experience would go down very well in this case. And something with a mundane appearance so that you do not feel as strange walking out of the store with it," she remarked with a wink.

The many items had been reduced to two. A scented candle and lint roller.

“On second thought, this one might be a bit too hot to handle," the shopkeeper laughed to herself while placing the lint roller under the counter. “This lovely little candle is a special scent of mine known as 'Kindled Inner Desires'. Simply light it, let the scent fill the air, and whoever catches a whiff will have their deepest transformative desire made manifest in a most pleasant way. Extinguish at any time for changes to revert. You should get at least a week's worth of revealing fun from this wick. Interested?"

“I do believe I am. So does it work on anyone?" an intrigued Casey asked while being handed the candle. The short, fat, honey-gold candle with a silver wick sat in a lacquered wood holder. It looked very artisanal and very mundane.

The shopkeeper gave the slimmest of nods. “So long as there is some desire for a change, most definitely. It's why it should be enjoyed in a closed room by those willing to have such things revealed," she winked.

“Good to know. Someone like me without any desire like that would be treated to just the lovely aroma of," Casey paused to sniff at the candle. “Olive trees and tangerine."

Withholding a smile, the shopkeeper graciously averred, “It smells a little different to each person. If there are desires to churn up it does have a decorative quality too."

“Which I totally appreciate," nodded Casey. “Now the big question: how much would this candle run me?"

“How does fifty even sound? I'll even wrap it for you," the shopkeeper offered.

“Only fifty?! Sold and sold! Thought magic would cost a lot more. A lot more," Casey remarked as she took a credit card out.

“You presume a lot, Casey. When it comes to magic it's best to simply go with the flow," suggested the shopkeeper. As she took payment, the shop's owner cocked her head to shout through the beaded curtain behind her, “Hey Ellah! Can you bring a new roll of wrapping paper?"

After a minute a large female tiger wearing a leather collar trudged out with a roll of wrapping paper clamped in her mouth. When she jumped up onto the counter to spit the roll out Casey went pale white and nearly jumped out of her own skin.

“Thank you, Sara. But Ellah was supposed to get this. She isn't napping again, is she?" the shopkeeper calmly asked the tigress as she scratched the grateful feline's ear.

“Y-You keep a tiger here?! Please tell me she's trained," Casey stammered in fearful amazement.

“Who, Sara? She's harmless and a guest of sorts. This wrapping paper's paper cuts are a bigger danger here than her," assured the shopkeeper. Whose pets had relaxed the content tigress into laying her head down on Ember. Pinning the cat and starting a small hissing match. “Girls! None of that. Behave in front of customers," warned with a smile while wrapping Casey's candle. “Sorry about them. Cats, huh?"

“Yeah. Cats," Casey agreed while coming down from her brief panic.

By the time Casey got home to the single floor, three bedroom house she shared with her husband and girlfriend the shock hadn't entirely worn off. Lying to keep her surprise alive, Casey blamed it on someone nearly running her off the road while back from running errands. She had to wait several weeks until Christmas day and the morning gift exchange to tell them about her trip.

The big day and the trio were relaxing on their long couch together under a big wool blanket that was Edda's gift to the throuple. All the gifts had been exchanged and Casey's candle was sitting in the middle of the coffee table right in front of them. She recounted the story about her trip while they watched Alex's choice for Christmas movie, Lethal Weapon. Sleeping nearby in front of the fireplace were their two cats, Felicia and Harvey.

Casey was darker skinned with curly dark hair, blue eyes, fit build, and was the same six feet tall as husband Alex. Who was Latino with lighter skin, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was thin with a slight gut from so many holiday parties and meals. Sandwiched between them was their girlfriend Edda. She was trans and the shortest of the bunch by a few inches, with pale skin, lots of freckles on her face, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, red framed plastic glasses, and lots of lovely curves. Everyone was wearing matching red fuzzy socks and pajama bottoms with sweaters from their college days. Edda was swimming in hers while eagerly listening to Casey like Alex and his mug of coffee.

“I don't remember a tiger when we went. I'm jealous," Edda pouted when Casey finished her story.

“You got to pet the nice kitty she had on the counter at least. She was really friendly with you," Alex pointed out. His eyes, like Edda's, hadn't strayed far from the candle since they unwrapped it together an hour ago. Alex could hide his enthusiasm while Edda didn't bother and had to be told they would wait until after their holiday movie marathon was over.

“Sure, but a tiger! How often do you get that chance?" complained Edda.

“You're forgetting I would have crapped my pants had a tiger come out like that. That cat on the counter was big enough for me. I'm still in awe of Casey making that trip on her own for us. Didn't think you had that in you. Real proud of you," Alex complimented his wife, pinching her cheek cutely.

Casey basked in the praise. She adored how her gift had both of them giddy. “I can be full of surprises when I wanna be. And Edda, you say you'd be excited but you would have screamed and run if a tiger came out like that. Ya big softy," she said with a nudge to her girlfriend's arm.

“Nuh uh! I would have been big 'n brave. Probably maybe," huffed Edda. Who then snuggled in tighter to her spot. “What do you think you'll turn into, Alex? And what do you think I'll get?"

“For me? If I had to guess I'd say some kinda canine. Same for you too, what with all our dog collar time," answered Alex after quick consideration. “I'm curious if it'll give me a breed other than German Shepherd like we usually do. Wouldn't that be typical of me? Candle turns me into the same thing the magic collar does," he joked.

“That would be very you. Maybe a different coat color? Or maybe a hybrid of sorts? Is that a possibility?" Edda asked Casey with a keen interest.

“I asked as I was leaving and the woman said it wasn't limited to just animals. So… yes?" Casey replied the best she could.

“Oooooh, I like that. Well then maybe a dog hybrid for you, Alex. As for me, probably the biggest, fluffiest wolf you've ever met. Maybe be a dog-taur!" Edda debated openly.

Casey got very puzzled. “Dog-taur? Is that like..?"

“It's like a centaur. Only dog," Alex explained without frills.

“Right… And would you be, like, dog sized or person sized or centaur sized for that?" Casey theorized for fun.

“I suppose human sized? Or no, wait, maybe bigger? How many tits would I have?" Edda continued wondering.

“Don't ask us. It's your hidden desire, hun," Alex reminded.

“In that case, I secretly desire a lot of boobs! And or teats," Edda declared as she leaned and picked up her hot chocolate.

“Is it a secret if you say it loudly?" Casey remarked.

“I don't think so," agreed Alex sardonically.

“Stopppp! Don't ruin my dreams when they've only just started," bemoaned Edda. Who was used to playing the brat. “Do we really have to wait until after movies to light that thing up? I wanna try it nowwww."

“Of course you do. You have zero patience. Mugs and movie marathons are traditions in this house stretching back three years. You can wait," Alex told her.

“The candle isn't going anywhere, Edda. You can wait," agreed Casey.

Edda huffed and puffed but listened. “I hate being surrounded by people with self control."

It took an hour of complaining for Edda to break down her partners enough where the movie marathon was paused while Casey found a matchbook or lighter. Casey walked back into the living room to find Edda and Alex getting things into 'transformation time'. That meant getting the coffee table, couches, and everything else out of the way. The cats were safely stowed in the master bedroom and the fire was put out. Lastly a single recliner with a side table was set aside for Casey. Complete with her hot chocolate, cell phone, the candle, and one of the pre-rolled joints Alex had gotten her as part of his present.

“You two better get out of the clothes I got you before I light this candle. Was hard to find one I like in all our sizes," Casey told them as she took her prepared seat.

Alex and Edda were sitting in the middle of the carpeted floor already removing their hoodies. They kept going with the rest of their clothes down to boxers for Alex and pink lace lingerie for Edda. While they did, Edda continued to wonder about what transformations they might get.

“You're thinking we're gonna grow. I bet I won't get any bigger than I am now. Unless… dog-taur!" Edda gleefully stated.

“Uh huh. So you won't get bigger unless you do? That makes sense," Casey giggled. She grabbed the new wool blanket and got it wrapped around herself on the chair good and tight.

“It does!" huffed Edda. “And as for you, you'll definitely be outgrowing anything," she teased Alex with her bare foot in his face.

“I sure hope so. I don't mind losing these boxers for a real fun change," Alex said optimistically. “Just like I don't mind you losing that nice lingerie set I got you if you rip on through it with something nice. I'll take a boobalicious dog-taur."

“Hehe, you sure will, babe," Edda flirted. Hearing Casey lighting up her joint had her curious. “Isn't there a chance you'll change too, Cas? You're gonna smell it too, yeah?"

Casey set down her joint, exhaled, and shook her head. “It'll smell nice but shouldn't really do anything since I clearly don't have the lust for it that you two share so fondly. I'm here as always for support and to drink in your joy. Course I'm especially curious to see what you two turn into. I have a feeling neither of you will get what you expect. I'm down for that," Casey confidently smirked.

“You telling us you've never wanted to be something else? Ever?" a doubtful Alex questioned.

“No. I mean, I think I might have wanted to be an elf while I was a teenager but that was because I identified more with their vibe. Pretty normal for most kids reading myths and fantasy, ya know? Unless it'll change me into someone that can cook worth a damn," she joked.

“Awww, then you wouldn't be the woman I married, Cas," Alex complimented dryly.

“I know, hun," Casey smiled back as the two shared a blush. “Are you two ready then? Lady at the shop said the changes shouldn't take long. Magic is pretty vague, but I was told to go with the flow so here I am. Ready to light it up for you two."

“I think I'm as ready as I'll ever be for this, Cas. Love seeing you in the mood like this too. I have a feeling Edda was ready the moment you told her why she should be happy about getting a candle for a gift," Alex joked further while stretching out on his back.

“Light that bitch up!" Edda howled.

“You heard the lady! Light it up!" cheered Alex, picking up on Edda's vibe.

Casey shook her head but was smiling when she lit the candle. She was smelling tangerines while relighting her joint. “Should smell something soon," she announced.

“What does it smell like anyway?" Alex asked as he waited.

Edda was on her hands and knees sniffing the air already. “Smells like… earthy caramel apples?"

“Caramel apples? I was never a big fan of those," complained Alex.

“Smelled more like olives and citrusy to me. Lady said the candle would smell different for everyone," recalled Casey, holding in a breath.

“Really? Is it related to the change we'll get?" asked Edda.

“Beats me," shrugged Casey.

The scent finally reached Alex, perking him up. “I'm picking up on a grassy, vanilla… milkshake? Not sure how I'd describe that. It's not bad or anything," he contended.

“You're both not fucking with me right? You actually smell different things?" Casey questioned warily.

“I know I'm being serious," Edda confirmed as she took a long, hard whiff. So much so that she caused herself to sneeze.

“Bless you," Alex and Casey said in near unison.

“Thanks," Edda said with a sort while rubbing her suddenly sore nose.

“I was serious too, hun. It's a very particular scent," Alex added as he rubbed his own sore nose.

“Is your smell making you kinda hungry too?" asked Edda. She unfolded her legs and sat slouched over poking her wiggly nose right beside Alex.

“Haha, no. I'm not really one for milkshakes since, ya know, lactose intolerant," Alex replied with a laugh. He had his hands sliding up and over his own body waiting for a sign of the changes started. With the collars the transformation radiated like cold chills from where the leather rubbed their necks. This time he felt mostly warmth, clammy, and a general dull soreness radiating from his nose. “Not sure if I'm feeling anything yet. Face feels sort of funny. Does it look any different? Doggish perhaps?"

“If you could sit up so I could see, I could tell you," Casey told her husband, sipping her drink. Alex sluggishly sat up and Casey peered through the room's haze at him. “Well there's definitely something going on with you. Nose and upper lip are all… stretched? Stretching? Definitely not the normal you, Alex. Doesn't really strike me as very canine. But you don't look like a dog when you're changing with the collars either so I could be wrong," she allowed as she fidgeted in her chair, fixing her blanket casually.

Feeling his swollen nose made Alex grin up. “Oh yeah, that's definitely changed. Ohhhh, my voice sounds funny too," he said with a rumbling, big voice.

His noise had indeed grown broader, nostrils wider, the bridge grew thicker, and upper lip especially. Alex's lower lip, tongue, chin, and cheeks getting heavy, almost chubby, within a few painless, bulging seconds. As Casey correctly discerned, the cumulative changes proved to have little canine resemblance. Instead taking a bovine's shape as the changes spread to more of his head, stretching his ears and giving his face a vaguely feminine, definitely cow-like visage. Not that Alex could tell or anyone else was quick to notice. Casey's view masked by smoke and her own distracted wriggling in her seat.

Though sat right next to Alex, Edda was unaware of Alex's budding bovine nose. Or else she would have been teasing him about it. Edda was distracted. The same radiating soreness from her nose had produced similarly unexpected changes from what the young woman had presumed to the others. Her nose grew and rounded, then tugged forward while Edda felt the rest of her face scrunch before relaxing and causing her snout of a nose to distend the rest of her pinking flesh. Wet lips gave way to drooling and slobbering from Edda's open mouth. She was hunched over, back turned to the other two as she pawed at her moist piggish snout.

“This is… unexpected," Edda remarked with a snort. More snorts and an oink would follow the porcine transformation of her face spread to head, down her neck, and infected the rest of her soon enough.

“Did I hear you oink?" Casey asked while leaning forward in her seat.

“I heard her oink and snort." Alex confirmed in a peculiar voice. One that was huskier, louder, and jarringly feminized from Alex's normal voice.

When Alex heard his own ragged words, the man bit his tongue and tried to clamp his burgeoning, black lips. They'd grown fuller and extended around the bovine muzzle. Alex noticed his hair was getting longer, fuller, and silkier to the touch. As he marveled at his hair and what it could mean, Alex also felt the curled, slightly furred ears that were still elongating to flop through the air from either side of his enlarging skull.

“This… this can't be right," a disbelieving Alex said of the changes this candle's magic was drawing up. “Something might be wrong with my, uhhh, scent," he admitted uncomfortably.

Lifting her drooling maw to her boyfriend. Edda snorted and squealed with laughter. “Wreeeeet! And you don't doubt much like a big, bad woof, snorts," revealed Edda. Her words mixed with more grunts, snorts, and squeals. Quite unlike her boyfriend, Edda's hair was falling out and her wide ears shifted to a pig's proper position.

“I kinda guessed as much, piggy. I can't really tell what I am yet. And why my voice sounds all… wrong," Alex frowned.

“If I had to snorts guess, I'd snort say that snort you remind me of a, a, a-wrreeEEEEEET!" Edda squealed when a tightness in her neck and shoulders seized her.

Muffled, wet popping and cracking sounds echoed up her spine. The discomfort made Edda squirm on her knees a few moments as her upper body underwent a rigorous readjustment. One that forced the young woman onto all fours, her head and neck aligned with her shoulders to give Edda a new view on life. From a pig's perspective.

“Edda? Edda?!" Alex huffed desperately, wanting an answer. Things were progressing for Alex that were making him desperately curious about his appearance.

Alex's look gained a pair of bony, pointed growths that broke his skin painlessly above his temples and sat his old hairline stopped. The short, black, stubby horns could be seen poking out from amongst the new blonde roots Alex was sporting. A third protrusion at the base of his spine was more prodigious. It elongated, bony and solid, over his plumping backside. Very quickly sprouting auburn fur down its extending length. Feeling it growing under him, Alex got on his hands and knees to let it breathe. It was fifteen inches and growing, furred, tufted with darker hairs at the end, and was familiar to Alex at a glance.

“If I have a cow's tail, that means… Oh no. Not that desire…" Alex admitted softly to himself, eyes fearfully wide. And wider when a throbbing soreness took both his nipples and the softening, mounding flesh beneath. “Is there any chance we could put the candle out and try to finish this later? I wouldn't mind getting back to some moooOOOOOOOOOooovies and-" Alex stopped to bashfully turn away after a bovine bellow slipped out.

“Hehe, snort. He mooed! We all snort heard it," Edda gruffly stated to tease. Her body had begun to fatten up all over with bloated, extended gut, rolls of fat on her cheeks and shoulders, and stockier arms and legs. The latter thanks to all of Edda's limbs shrinking in length with the mass adding to the thickness of her rump. Enough to stretch her undies into an uncomfortable wedge up his spreading ass cheeks. “ Wish I'd snort snort taken my undies off," she paused to drool and oink and think of a solution. “Could someone snort help me with my snorts n'oinks panties? They're snort chafing me something oinking fierce," complained the pig-woman.

“I'm sort of busy with something, Edda. Or you know I would," Alex told his girlfriend. He did this with his back to her and his wife. Done to hide his budding breasts and their darkened, teat-like nipples.

“Too busy with snorts beefing up, huh?" Edda joked, her voice further degrading. With her trajectory pushing her towards a more feral form, Edda's ability to speech would give out soon or later. Her dog collar time had her accustomed to that process at least. “Think it's safe snorts to say I'm oink snort turning into a bit of snorts porker."

“Yooooo, you're totally pigging out, Edda. That face? Those ears? That gut and… do I see a curly little piggy tail back there too?" Casey remarked enthusiastically as she hid herself behind a cloud of weed smoke and her wool blanket. Which she had up to her neck for apparent warmth.

“Sure is, oink! You can snort come get a closer look snort snort and maybe take oinks care of a girl's wedgie? It's r-re-reeeEEEEET! WREEEET! Just snort hurry! Oinkay? Please, Casey!" Edda squealed at her seated friend.

“I would but…" Casey huffed hotly from her chair. “Think I'm perfectly comfortable here actually. Seat has the warms, it's comfy, got my drink, my joint, my fuzzy blanket, fuzzy socks, fuzzy pants, fuzzy… I'm good, dear. I'm sure you'll outgrow them soon enough as a big ol' piggy. Unless you think this is a transitional phase to the big bad wolf?" she asked with overt sarcasm. Casey kept taking sips from her mug and itching her back as she spoke. And kept itching after.

“Aw come snorts on! If you don't like snorts getting near my snort butt, maybe just oink my snorts bra?" Edda said with heavy, moist huffs from her new pig snout.

The transforming young woman's hot pink lingerie was cutting into her pinking pig flesh as the hooks in the back held. Her ribs were stretching along with her spine, extending the length of her. Casey with her stubbier arms and cramping fingers had no way to free herself. The furthest she could reach were the top two rows of budding teats. Her own tits were smaller but lining her from chest to waist were a total of eighteen teats. She wanted to see more of it unfold but her lingerie was really holding her back.

“SQUEEEEEEEEE! Help me, snorts Alex! Come on snorts, cow boy!" squealed the frustrated sow woman. Getting no response, she rotated so she could kick her stocky, numb feet into the curiously plump ass of the man next to her, who had been ignoring her.

Arms crossed over his chest and with back still turned to the others, Alex couldn't resist moaning when his perky new bottom was spanked.“OooOOOOO! Hey! What's the big idea? I said I'm busy!" Alex stammered a sweet, naive, female voice with shades of his old.

“Busy with snorts nothing! Help me!" Edda said angrily. When he refused to acknowledge her again she nudged even harder. Using merged toes and primitive trotters to annoy her boyfriend. A few more times did the trick.

“I told you that- WHA!" Alex whirled around ready to poke Edda right back only for the momentum in his massive new breasts to unexpectedly topple over completely. Revealing her lightly brown furred breasts, stomach arms, and the one thing more striking than his breasts: a budding cow's udder at his waist. “This isn't wh-what it looks like!" he tried to explain.

“RrrwwwRRRRREEEEEEETTT-ly? Snorts, really?" challenged Edda between snorts of laughter.

“Holy cow! Are those tits? And an udder?!" Casey questioned sharply. Her eyes briefly flashed gold before they narrowed on her husband. “Seeing you like this, Alex, in what's clearly a form more accurate to your desires, I've got allllll sorts of questions. You're a real riddle, hun. That's what I love about you," she added with affection.

“I don't- It's not- I… This is just… just… Fudge'n m-mooOOOOOOOO! It's swelling again! Not noooooooOOOOOOooOOOOOW!" an embarrassed Alex tried and failed to explain. Just to have his udder suddenly balloon with a liquid weight. Taking it from deflated soccer ball to over-pumped basketball in thirty seconds.

“Oh my, hun. You snorts have a lot more to you oinks than just woofs, don't snorts ya?" teased Edda. Forgetting about her lingerie to delight in Alex's bashfulness, Edda didn't mind the increasing tightness of her lingerie so much. A few seconds later her bra snapped and panties ripped off. Both on account of Edda's body getting fat and piggish. She could breathe easier and move her legs more. The warm air against her sopping wet pig cunt really got her going. Though she may have, in her exuberance, let out some gas from her freed backside without being aware. “I think snorts that I'm snorts snorts losing snorts speech I-wrreEEEEEEEET! WREEEET!" squealed Edda as her human voice was lost for the time being. Replaced with all the fitting pig noises she could muster.

“Easy for you to say! Guess I know a lot about you too, princess oink'n'squeal," Alex mocked, half-serious.

Edda oinked back while laying splayed out on her right side to bear out the rest of the changes. Much of her body was in shape and covered in pink, spongy flesh that was slick with sweat. She had to gain another hundred and twenty pounds and lose the rest of her human face but Edda was well on her way to those secret desires she had for some time as fat livestock with a body for breeding and a mind almost of her own. Nothing that she was so ashamed to admit to when considering her company.

“Edda playing the pig is a sight to behold but I can't say I'm, like, shocked or anything. I- one moment. I'm… hold on." Casey uncharacteristically cut short quips to twist around under her wool blanket. Alex and Edda were taken with their progressing transformation to pick up on Casey removing her hoodie and undershirt- with great difficulty- as well as her bra. To her great relief. Gathering herself again, Casey flushed in the cheeks and attempted to remain unbothered- and failing. “Like I was saying, Edda having a desire to be a pig is not too surprising. It's definitely really cute and funny though. Plenty of fuel for teashing laterrrrrrRRRrrrrr. Ahem, excuse me. But ash for you, Alex, and your changesh, that's a prrrrRRRrrrretty big reveal. I'm not mad or anything. But I do have… questionsh," Casey lisped and purred unmistakably.

“You have questions? Hey Casey, you're acting kinda… funny. For you, anyway," Alex pointed out while attempting to get to his feet. Which had come over with a case of cloven hooves.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I'm fine, dear. You're just hot from all you got going on," Casey deflected.

With his legs still shifting and his new udder, Alex gave up and laid down mostly on his left hip. He propped his upper body up with his bulky, three fingered hands with chest heaving. “I doooOOOOOoooo have a lot going on, don't I?" Alex dimly asked with a bellow as he beheld the new largeness of bovine form.

“You sure do. Don't get me wrong, it's unexpected to see you like this, Alex, but you look awfully cute. Like a mascot for a dairy farm," suggested Casey with a touch of the jitters.

“With these tits? It would have to be a dairy farm/adult film studio employing me," Alex joked while trying not to be overwhelmed while looking down upon his deepest transformative desire made flesh. Yet his tail wagged a little. “Thanks for calling me cute though, hun."

“Anytime," Casey said simply, who was happy her husband and girlfriend were preoccupied with their own changes. Happy, but mostly relieved. Since it gave her more time to think.

Soft, curly, and fine brown cow hairs spread down from his head and were just reaching his ass and hips. His udder was swelling larger, the four teats dripping watery milk, had to be readjusted frequently. While doing this he remembered to check under his udder. With Alex more accepting of what was happening he wasn't surprised to find his manhood intact, if slightly smaller and hidden by that new fur. Moving his hand towards his asshole he also discovered the folds of his newly opened cunt. When his bulky, black tipped fingers nudged his slit, Alex let out a loud, long, lustful moo

“You okay over therrrrrrRRRrrrre?" Casey asked offhandedly as she squatted oddly on her hand and feet in her fully reclined chair. The blanket was tossed over her back with her holding the ends under her dutifully. Casey's abnormal behavior continued to go unremarked. “What sort of bits do you have? I'm kinda curious," she told her mooing husband.

Alex calmed himself down in a series of ragged breaths while moving his hand from his dripping cunt and throbbing hard cock. His legs remained splayed open and radiating heat. That he was asked a question took a few seconds to sink in. “I have both bits actually. M-M-Might be a little intersexed," he admitted humbly with eyes downcast at himself.

“Ohhh, intereshting. You look tallerrrrr and a lot, ummm, what'sh the word they use? Thicker-er? Musht have room to shparrrrrrre down therrrrrre," figured Casey as she tried to hide a growing itchiness.

“I think the word wanted was thiccccCCCOOooooOOOOOOO! Edda! G-Get outta there!" Alex shouted at the green eyed sow greedily sniffing around his crotch. When she ignored him and tried pushing her snout into his new pussy, Alex brought his massive hips together on the sow's fat neck. Edda let an apologetic squeal and was let go. “I told you no, Edda! What a greedy pig," remarked Alex while watching the grumpy sow waddle off.

“Ushually you love herrrr down therrrrrRRRrrrre, Alex," Casey pointed out. Her lisp and rumbling r's got more prominent in her speech than she was aware. Keeping the blanket covering everything below her neck was her primary worry. Followed by how to explain this.

“Usually I'm not a seven foot tall, big titted, fat assed, juicy uddered cow woman, Cas! Our changes aren't even done and she's messing around," complained Alex as he switched to his hands and knees. The position was more comfortable on his aching body since it allowed his fat tits and udder to rest on the moist carpet. Alex wagged his tail at the relief as the changes pushed their final stages. He lifted his head and saw his wife acting very strange for the first time. “Casey, why are you sitting like that? You look really uncomfortable too. You hate being uncomfortable," Casey told his wife as he crawled towards her. Leaving a trail of milk soaked carpet as he went.

“Me? I'm fine, fine. Doing grrrrrRRRrreat… moshtly great. I may have, ummm, like, missundershtood shome detailsh about how thish magic candle shtuff worrrrrked," Casey vacillated as she attempted to answer. Behind her head was a curiously twitching mound of blanket growing out over her back. With her arms and legs bent under her, what the bulge was drew Alex ever closer to figure it out. Just making Casey more uneasy and willing to stall. “Shhhlow down, Alex. Look, look… you're drrrrrrripping everywhere! Look what you're doing to the carrrrRRRRRrrrpet! If you think I'm cleaning that up you're nutshhh," tried to politely misdirect.

“That's later talk. Tell me why you're acting so mysterious? And what is that on your back? And why are you talking so funny?" Alex questioned with a growing interest. The daze of his own completing changes and the smoky haze made it hard for the multiple times endowed man to notice details. Like her large, triangular feline ears and eyes that sparkled gold. Reaching the extended leg rest he had Casey's hesitant attention. “And why do you smell funny?"

“So many questions. Good, well meaning, totally valid questions that I can… probably mostly explain? It's just going to take me… some time. How about you and Edda finish your things, get comfortable, maybe stretch your legs, and, ya know, get used to your changes. Then, once I'm ready I'll- hey! Hey! Who is-?!"

Casey's stalling came to an abrupt end with Edda moving unseen to bite and tug her blanket off. She protested but couldn't stop her secret being revealed. With the body of a caramel furred lioness, a furry pair of tits, large wings- still sprouting feathers- like a falcon half folded on her back, golden eyes, and still forming cat ears sticking up through her hair on Casey's otherwise unchanged head. The mythical sphinx had never looked so bashful. Nor been so at a loss for something, anything to say.

Her changes had begun with her tail and legs. Then the fur, her torso, and arms. She'd gotten most of her clothing off as things had progressed. Only losing her tank top and bra when her wings were birthed. It was as much a shock to Casey how drastically the transformation had altered her appearance. All she could do was try to play her usual cool, in control self.

“Orrrrr a little piggy could jusht do that," sighed Casey. Showing off her sharper teeth and feline tongue. Explaining her trouble talking. “I'm not shure what happened but, I guessh I had a rrrreaction to the candle. I just have a little interest in riddles and cats and mythology. I didn't think that would lead to all… this," she confided while uneasily shifting one paw over the other.

“And I just have a little interest in cow girls," Alex replied sardonically as he laid his furry chin at the foot of the recliner. Casey sat up on her haunches and saw Casey's unease and caginess as she sat up on her haunches in response. “But it's your first time changing at all and whatever the reason, it's a lot to take in. For the sake of everyone, I have a proposal. Something to clear the air. Wanna hear?" he offered fondly and with tail wagging.

“I do, if you can promish me one thing," she shyly relented to the one person she loved and trusted above anyone.

“What's that, Cas?"

“Can you try to not shtare at my furry breasts much? Weird enough with them all hairy and on thish body. They're the same DD's I alwaysh had otherrrrrwise," Casey remarked of herself. She reached out and softly batted Alex's nose to let him know she wasn't too mad about it.

“Sorry. They just… stick out. They got nothing on my mammaries, heh," Alex quipped back as he too sat up. “This is for your ears too, Edda. Paying attention?"

The sow had taken the blanket and was swaddling herself in it when she glimpsed the sphinx with her girlfriend's head in the recliner. Edda was gawking at Casey's furry tits herself when Alex mentioned her name. She oinked back at him and let him translate it how he wanted.

“Perfect. So my idea is pretty simple. We save the questions, introspection about what our changes mean, and all those burning questions for after we change back. For now we, ya know, enjoy the changes and live in the moment. What do you two think of that?" Alex put to women while idly milking his udder.

Edda squealed her approval just as her final weight of five hundred twenty-two pounds was reached.

“Agreed. Very agreed. I am just going to… go with the flow, like the woman at the shop said. The fewer questionsh about any of… this, the betterrrrr," Casey reaffirmed. “I shtill don't know what to, like, do with this."

“You've got a couple hours to do something or nothing with it. No pressure, hun. You remember my first time, right? Spent most of the time drinking in the new body and perspective," Alex wistfully recalled. His mood brightened the more he relieved the pressure in his udder.

“You also porked Edda five times in three hours," Casey clarified, rolling her eyes over to the sow. “That pun was for you, hun."

Edda oinked and wagged her tail by wagging her whole butt. Causing the furniture and everything else in the room to shake until she controlled herself.

“Okay, maybe I was remembering the second time we collared up. Pretty sure we-"

“Wrong again. The second time you banged three timesh in an hour before we had to cut things short. On account of Harvey barfing all over our room for no reason. Ash I rrrrrecall it anyway," Casey correctly attested. “The third time was when you two spent the whole weekend as dogs and where, I shushpect is when you drank it in. I drove you two to that dog park on the beach with the boardwalk. Didn't shee you two fuck the whole trip sho, you probably did your thinking then, milk boy," she joked after setting the record straight. Then brought a paw to her mouth and instinctively licked her fur flat.

“Yeah, that all sounds right. Beryl Quay was a beach town.The dogs there were so friendly… Sorry, what was I talking about?" Alex asked himself. Having been distracted by the growing size of his milk puddle. “Oh right! The point is, no judgement, no shame, no questions for a few hours about each of our changes. Like dog time, we're still us. Just with tails."

“Not just with tails," Casey corrected.

“Well obviously, Riddler the chicken-cat," teased Alex from his splayed knees. Followed by a few pleased moos.

“Riddler the cat? Is that for the milk boy remark?"

“Mhmmm," murmured her husband. Who was going back to the simple minded pleasure of milking himself.

“Fair play to you, moo. I'll try to take a page from your and Edda's book about enjoying transformations. Reminds me, Edda, you better not get that new blanket dirty. I got hair on it but it was gonna be covered in cat hair sooner or later. And- hey, where'd you go?" Casey wondered when she saw the blanket but no sow. A quick search and she spotted Edda on the other side of her chair lapping hungrily at something under the chair. “There you are, Edda. What are you drinking?"

The sphinx was not pleased to see the impulsively milked puddle Edda was filling her belly from made by her husband. His stupid grin and Edda's wiggling rump made any practical concerns fleeting. Casey would have time to freak out when she wasn't going with the flow on this magic stuff. It got her out of the chair and lapping the surprisingly tasty milk up right across from Edda. Giving Alex the opportunity to rest his tired hands by petting his two favorite girls. Not a moment the three would soon forget.

The planned two hour candle session burned on into the night. They did check-ins every couple hours after the initial two to see if anyone wanted to change back but none had wanted the ride to end. Edda was a hungry, less shameful version of her canine self who would wander towards the kitchen if not told to stop. There was also her inexplicable humping of pillows that she'd later blame on Alex's lack of desire to be a boar. As for Alex, he drifted between milking himself, groping his new curves, and petting his companions. He was also caught in Edda's room playing with one of her doggy dildos without shame.

When not saving her husband and girlfriend from themselves, Casey experimented with her new form. She retracted her claws down, could wiggle her ears, mastered walking on all fours with tits, and mused so that her tits weren't in the way, and played with her wings. Alex had to talk her down from seeing how far she could glide indoors. He also reminded his wife of something and was the one who opened the door to let their cats out. Casey left the others their debaucheries while bonding with Harvey and Felcia on a more feline level.

It was close to midnight with the candle burning nearby and the cuddling trio were back on the couch with their blanket covering (most) of them. They were continuing their movie marathon with Edda's pick, Home Alone. Alex sat in his usual spot, legs apart for his udder. Edda was swaddled in the middle with just her piggy face sticking out and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn. Taking up the rest of the couch with her sprawled hindquarters, there was only enough blanket left for Casey to rest her paws on. Her fur and the two kitties sleeping in her own belly fluff more than made up for that.

Come the end of the movie the candle would be blown out by Casey after reluctant agreement from all parties. After their change back, they headed straight to bed and passed out from their busy day.

When they woke the next morning they were greeted with their previous day's large mess and the pervasive smell of stale milk. Casey estimated how much cleanup would be required and when told, Alex and Edda sarcastically suggested making it a tomorrow problem by relighting the candle and wasting the day.

So it was a welcome surprise when Casey not only agreed but already had her lighter sparked. Responsibilities and shame could wait another day or two.