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It was a bright and beautiful July afternoon, on a Saturday, where in an upscale strip mall outside of a froyo shop sat a woman enjoying a copiously topped treat. With a spoonful that contained three different frogurt flavors, sprinkles, melted chocolate and caramel and cherry, the woman was happy to merrily indulge as she waited. It was a lovely day and she was in especially good spirits because she was ready to share her recent revelation with one of her few friends that could appreciate it.

The woman, Desirae Reece, was a confident and vividly so figure who, only in her early thirties, exuded presence beyond her years while still being a product of her time. She stood about five foot seven with stout thighs and hips built up from steady interest in fitness. Her hair was dark with most of it straightened but a third of the side over her left ear was braided back into several rows which were then woven into her ponytail. She had dark skin, pale violet eyes, a cherubic face, and some faded tattoos just showing under her t-shirt. Aside from the t-shirt she had just black yoga pants, her running shoes, and a couple necklaces.

By all accounts she looked normal and she was for the most part. She had a freelance job, pickup truck, house, a pet rat, and an education that came through when she spoke. It all helped distract from the fact that she, unlike most, was versed in magic. And not the sort that made rabbits appear or cutted people in half. Her interest was in the very real and possible magic that could do, if given the right hand, most anything. In particular, Desirae had a love for curses. Both the study of and creation of new ones for any number of reasons, the most usual being her own curiosity. That interest was also the reason for her snacking on frogurt.

From the froyo shop came a woman of similar age and even dress to Desirae. She was a brunette, a little older with olive skin, pretty face, slender frame, and sunglasses on that took up half her face. Taking a seat next to Desirae at the table, Felicia was a good friend and fellow magic enthusiast. They tried to meet at least once a week in person and this week Desirae had chosen the spot.

"You know this still isn't healthy for you. Especially with the toppings," Felicia warned. Her own cup was filled with a modest single flavor and a topping of just granola and cherry.

"Not everything needs to be healthy for you. Life is to be enjoyed at times too," responded Desirae in her usual calm demeanor.

Felicia plucked up her cherry and popped it in her mouth. "Well, I'd enjoy a long life not shortened by caramel in my veins."

"Mmmmm, caramel in your veins. Making me want to be more of a vampire than a witch," Desirae teased.

"Such a joker, D." Shaking her head, Felicia took small, modest bites. In between she made what she figured would be light conversation, "So speaking of witchery, and because I'm mad curious, what is this thing that you needed to tell me? And how it's related to why you didn't respond to my texts all last Saturday."

The question had Desirae bobbing her head merrily before Felicia even finished. Taking the time to have a few more bites, Desirae set down her spoon and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "As you know, I've been working on that book of transformative curse and spells I received from our mutual Faefriend?"

"I do."

"Well, I've found some quite potent magics in there but not only that, I found excellent curse weaving sections. So among all of this I found an old curse, of sorts, that wasn't blood or Fae magic but something a bit more archaic than even that. In the book, it's not presented as a curse or spell but a form of 'test'," Desirae described carefully.

"Multiple choice or essay sort of test?" joked Felicia.

Ignoring the jibe, Desirae continued, "The test is supposed to be one of human spirit. To see if one is truly deserving of their place in the hierarchy of things. The magics that were intertwined in the test were impressive to say the least but even I couldn't help but try to see if I could improve it any."

"That's not always a smart thing to do, D. Especially if you're dabbling in spells that old, tinkering or weaving your own stuff in can get dangerous. Very dangerous in fact," she reiterated, though her tone was still airy.

"If you never take risks, you never learn anything."

"Oh? And what did you learn from this newest discovery?" Felicia asked directly.

Desirae's expression turned more thoughtful. "Quite a bit more than I expected but now, after the fact, I can see how much better I am for it. I've never felt more confident in myself than when I took the test."

The comment was enough to stop Felicia eating mid-bite. "Wait, you took the test yourself? What did that even entail exactly?"

"The test is in the form of a challenge: try not to think about a given animal. The species is up to the one giving the test but for twenty-four hours, whenever one gives thought to the token animal, they are changed a little more. If before the day is up you've changed fully, that animal you will remain. If not, any changes you experienced are reversed and your reward is knowing that you truly deserve your life. That impact is what struck me the most and I'm still ringing from it," Desirae recalled with a shiver.

"Jeez, D. That seems a bit crazy. You didn't even call me to ask for an assist on that? It could have gone so poorly," Felicia said with concern.

"I'll admit I should have at least told you of my plan but it sort of came together very quickly for me. I acted before thinking, as I am prone to do, I will admit. Still, the experience was worth it and I feel like I have some new purpose with this test," she described as she finally returned to her snack.

"New purpose? Will this entail some dabbling with commons?" ventured Felicia.

"I would say a bit more than dabbling. I want to see just what I can get out of people. See how many can fight it and manage or lose out. I'm mostly concerned about those who survive because there is a conversation to have there with that individual. But I've made the test a bit more difficult even, F." Desirae finished her snack and tossed it into a trash can behind her. Wiping her hands off, she was more than delighted to expand on that, "I added an aspect to the spell where the enchanted individual is even subconsciously drawn to things to help trigger their changes. Truly they require a true desire to stay human. If not, well, that's one less person who probably wasn't gonna be very good at humaning anyway. Right?"

"I'm hardly one to comment on such things. You know my string of losing commoners during those transference spells. Can't say that I improved on much though but I did learn a lot," Felicia recalled before her voice got more dour. "I hope you don't plan to test me with this anytime soon or ever."

"You wouldn't be a fair assessment because you'd find some counter spell to it and that wouldn't be a true test. Because you're a stubborn but smart magic user," Desirae acknowledged. "No, it will definitely be for the commons and I'm interested to see the results. How do you think people will fair?"

All Felicia could do was shrug. "The only example I have of the test so far is your successful completion of it, if I am to take you at your word."

"And you do," inserted Desirae.

"Of course, my sister, and taking that word I would say I can't say. So far all I know is that it can be beaten. Strong-willed as you are, lots of people are stubborn. Especially when it comes to staying human," said Felicia.

"That will definitely be the test but I have a feeling many will fall short. The temptation, you see, to think about it is always at the edge of your mind. I allowed myself to give in at times to make sure the spell was working and, heh, it was," she admitted with a smirk. "Lost my hands and feet and even parts of my face to the change but I survived it."

"Hmmm, no hands? Suppose that explains why I didn't get to hear from you Saturday. Was it paws or hooves?" Felicia asked.

"That is... more private. But yes, texting or calling was not really an option. By the end I was keeping the thoughts at bay and there was such a feeling of accomplishment that came with completing that. I know that some may not survive the test with their humanity but those that do will probably have a new found respect and love for life. The test itself says that was the use and was an effective tool in some cases. Though they warned against overuse, so I'll be forced to test carefully. Well, mostly," she finished, holding back a snicker.

"So curse these folks with this test and see if they survive to prove they deserve their lives. Almost reminds me of a movie I saw once but you know me, I'm terrible with titles," a joking Felicia admitted.

"Yes, it will be an interesting test. And if I'm honest, I have you here not just to tell you about this new thing I'm doing but to actually help with my first experiment." As Desirae spoke, she reached into the backpack she had under the table and pulled out a marble notebook. She flicked it open and revealed pages packed with writing, drawings, math, and other scribblings top to bottom, back and front, of every page. The written language often changed and the color of the ink varied but it was all in Desirae's deliberate handwriting.

"I see you've taken a few notes," Felicia teased.

"You know me," Desirae responded simply. She continued rifling through the pages until coming to the one she wanted. Here the ink was in red, black, and purple and there were also sorts of drawings mixed with runes and a central piece of text written in a jagged hand. "The spell can be laced in other words, which is quite handy, but they'll know the challenge. I want to pick out someone who will be a good first test."

"You mean right now? Right here?" asked Felicia.

"Yes, right here and now. Why not? Plenty of common people walking by. I'm sure we could entice someone to test to see how this will work." This started Desirae looking up and down the sidewalk from their store front seating.

Rather than take offense, Felicia sat up more in her chair and nodded. "Okay, I'll help with it. I'm interested to see it in action."

"Good. Well, you keep an eye out and I'll double check the spell again," Desirae tells her.

"So what sort of lay person am I looking for? Any preferences?" she inquired.

"Hmmmm, male. Our age or younger and unassuming. Beyond that, have fun." With that Desirae brushed up on the required magic.

There were certainly plenty of potential targets but many were older, richer women or retired men ogling the two women as they passed. Given it was a weekday, there simply were not many of the working age sorts that Desirae wanted around. That was until she spied not one but two men exit a store some ways down to their left before they made their way towards them. Felicia tilted her head forward and slid down her sun to get a clear view of two commoners to see if they were candidates.

Both appeared around the same age, mid-twenties, both had glasses, short hair- one brown, one black-, were dressed in t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, and even walked the same. The brown hair one was taller, with lightly tanned skin and a slim, runner's frame. The other man was of Asian descent, a little shorter, and a thinner build and was currently showing off whatever he had bought to his friend.

"I think I found the perfect ones for you," Felicia was delighted to say.

"Oh good," nodded Desirae before she realized what Felicia had said. "Wait, perfect ones? I only asked for one, hun."

"No, you said male, about our age, and unassuming. Never got specific about numbers but think about it: two new data points for your test. Will both fight it? Both give in? One or both? I think it's a far more interesting test when we have more subjects," Felicia pointed out.

Desirae's first inclination was the correct Felicia for her assumption error but the more she gave it thought, the more it actually made sense. "Okay, two it is then. You reel them in while I adjust the spell slightly."

"Adjust it?" asked Felicia.

"Having two of them gives me an idea. Just do your thing," Desirae reiterated.

Felicia dumped her snack and took off her sunglasses. Just as the boys were walking in front, she gave them both a look that had their attention immediately. Both men slowed their pace as they found their eyes locked with Felicia's, as if strangely captivated, before she finally grins and breaks their train of thought.

"Hey you two, lovely weather we're having, wouldn't you say?" a doting Felicia asked them.

Both men stammered but the shorter man spoke first, nervously answering, "It's a nice day, yeah."

His friend just nodded and tried not to seem impolite.

"And what brings you two handsome specimens out on such a lovely day?" Felicia asked with feigned interest that was definitely fooling the men.

"Just, uhhhh, grabbing some things. Went to the game store and got some stuff, heh," the shorter of the two tried to joke.

"Games, eh? And what sort of-" but Felicia stopped mid-sentence she saw Desirae look up from her notebook. She knew it was the signal Desirae was ready.

"Hi, boys. Say, what are you names?" a curious but charming Desirae inquired.

Either felt oddly compelled to respond.

"Everett," replied the taller brunette.

"Dylan," answered the other man.

"Dylan and Everett, how nice. Tell me, do both of you think you deserve to be human?" Desirae asked bluntly.

Either man was taken aback by the unexpected question.

"Yes?" shrugged Everett.

"Of course. What else would we be?" Dylan more astutely answered.

"What else indeed... Say, how would either of you like to have a once in a lifetime experience that will be guaranteed to change your life. Hopefully for the better," offered a disarming Desirae.

The two men looked at each and then back at the women.

"This some sort of scam or trick?" Dylan pressed.

"No scam or trick or anything of the sort. Won't cost you a penny but I guarantee the reward can be nothing short of amazing. Like, I won't even have to sit up and you two don't even need to move from where you are for this. Will take just a minute more of your time," Desirae promises.

"She means well, I assure you," Felicia was quick to add on.

The men once again shared a look where they whispered back and forth before shrugging their shoulders.

"Sure, I guess," Dylan agreed.

"And what exactly is the reward?" Everett inquired.

Desirae smiled graciously. "Booming self-confidence and worth. A small price to pay for a simple mental exercise. Now, I need both of you two listen to me very carefully. I'm placing on you both a test of your humanity. One that will last for the next twenty-four hours so," Desirae paused to check her wristwatch for the time, "at 1:35 PM this time tomorrow you are more human than not, you will have passed the test."

"Test our humanity? More human than not? I don't follow," admitted Dylan.

"Yeah, I'm kinda lost too," Everett agreed.

"Because, boys, whenever you two happen to think or act like your given animal you will begin to change into that animal a little bit. And the more you think, the more you do, the more you'll change and the new body will take over. It will be a test of your desire and fortitude to remain human that will see you through. If you are lacking in that drive, you'll find yourself completely transformed and in the form that clearly most suits you for good. Does that make better sense for you both? I think I covered the major points but I'd hate for you to misunderstand me," Desirae conceded graciously.

"Wait, transform? Into an animal? Is this some kind of joke or metaphor you're going for that I just don't get?" questioned Dylan.

"This is very real, Dylan. The magic at play is quite old and quite potent. In fact I've really already woven the spell around and into you both. All you need now is a fitting beast to challenge your humanity with." This got Desirae off pondering what to choose.

After a few seconds, either man lost interest in waiting.

"Look, I don't know what you two are on about but we're leaving," Dylan said with a patronizing wave. But when he went to take a step he found that his feet were stuck to the ground. He tried to budge but couldn't so much as turn. "What the hell?" he complained.

"What is wrong with my feet?" Everett exclaimed as he was struck by the same issue.

"You're partially enchanted now so you can't leave until she's done," Felicia explained to them as her hand made motions under the table which kept the two men locked in place.

"What? This is crazy! Let us go or I'll ge-mmmMM! MMM!" mumbled the man when his jaw became so locked that he couldn't so much as open his mouth, let alone speak. Everett saw this and rather than say anything just kept quiet.

"Good, don't need you two raising any alarm bells. Just let my good friend do what she needs to," Felicia tells them graciously.

All the while Desirae was thinking while glancing at the two occasionally. When at last she settled on something, a look of pride spread across her face. "I think I have it. I need you two, Dylan and Everette, to try not to be dogs. A pair of huskies in particular would be cute. Don't you think Felicia?"

"My brother has one. She's very energetic," notes Felicia.

"Should be interesting to see if they last. I'll come and find you in a day and see how two have managed. Your test starts now," she affirmed. Desirae motioned at Felicia to relax and she did, releasing the two men's bodies from her control.

Either man stumbled once they could move their feet again and were also panting out of fear.

"What the fuck was that?" Everett asked while shaking out his body.

"Magic, like I told you. But you two are all set. Run along and I wish you both the best of luck. Out of sight is out of mind, remember!" Desirae chuckled.

Both men, now released and genuinely scared, took off at a jog down the sidewalk until running into the parking lot to a parked car. The two women watched them get in the car and peel out as they drove away in a hurry.

"How do you think they'll fair?" Felicia asked casually as she checked her phone for the time.

"I'm trying to stay open minded but if one fails it, I have no doubt they both will," Desirae figured.

"I don't think they'll last twelve hours. Men like that don't have much self-control and your test requires a ton of it. If they fail, I hope you find them some good homes at least," Felicia said seriously.

"I know a no-kill shelter that will take one or both. If it comes to that," allowed Desirae.

"It will," a self-assured Felicia stated.

The two women did their best to keep their composure eventually both gave in and laughed, knowing the men had no idea what they were in for.

Dylan was driving while Everett couldn't stop checking behind them, thinking those strange women were following them. Their only concern once they were free was getting away and getting back to their apartment as soon as they could. They had planned to stop on the way home for something to eat but preferred to just get home instead. Once they arrived they parked and quickly rushed upstairs with the conversation between the two being solely on how those women were able to stop them from moving or talking.

"It was just really unnerving and I'm still anxious about it," Everett admitted as he waited for Dylan to open the door.

"Was freaky as shit, dude. I still don't feel right from it." Dylan pushed inside and Everett followed. They set down their haul from the store and while Dylan went to the kitchen, Everett flopped onto the couch. "Want anything to drink?"

"Just water is fine," Everett requested while taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose. "What was she even talking about with a dog and a test?"

Dylan came out of the kitchen with two glasses of water and set one down on the coffee table in front of Everette before sitting down himself. "Something about testing us by making us not think of an animal or something?" he recalled.

"Thought it was something to do with dogs. Huskies maybe? I was mostly just trying to get away at the time," explained Dylan as he reclined back.

"Yeah, that was it. Huskies. Like, thinking about dogs is bad? What the fuck what she even talking about?" joked Everette. "I swear, these yuppie women, dude. They're nuts."

"You're telling me. I think from now on I'm just going to order things online," he said while sipping his water. It was then he felt a numb, slightly throbbing sensation at the base of his spine. He slouched a bit more in the couch to alleviate the discomfort somewhat as he continued, "But really man, what was that shit? Why couldn't we move or anything? I'm still puzzling over that."

"Probably some trick, dude," Everette brushed off. He too was feeling something strange but more in his ears. The man's hair was long enough to hide that either ear was now more pointed but as they started changing shape more Everett heard a ringing noise. "Like, magnets under the sidewalk or something."

"Magnets under the sidewalk? Really?" Dylan sounded unconvinced. He rocked to his side in order to reach under himself to see what was itching against his butt so badly. "Still wouldn't explain why we couldn't open our mouths or- wait, what the hell is... what the FUCK?" exclaimed Dylan as he shot up out of his seat with his hand still down his pants.

"Woah, calm down, Dylan. What's the matter?" Everette asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

What Dylan felt was his hand wrapped around an appendage that was not only hanging from his tailbone but was actively still growing and getting longer and thicker. Dylan's breathing began to get panicked. "I feel something where I shouldn't, man," he sputtered out. "What does it look like to you?" The question came as Dylan turned around and pulled down his shorts in front of Everett whose first reaction was to shield his eyes.

"Jeez, man. Mooning me for no- what, what the hell is that?" Everett blurted out. What he saw was exactly what Dylan felt as over seven inches and growing of an appendage were showing. He could even see what appeared to be hairs sprouting on it as well and that's when it hit him. "Dylan, man, that looks a lot like a tail. Like, exactly like a tail."

"What? Why? Why would I have a tail? Why am I growing a fucking tail?" he shouted.

"Like I fucking know why you have a tail!" Everett yelled right back.

Dylan's tail meanwhile kept growing, gaining a curve as it grew. The hair on it came in thicker, colored a mix of white, black, and gray which fluffed first around the tail but spread up its length. Worryingly to Dylan, he could not only feel this tail, and the prickle of fur from it, but could also move it side to side in a wagging motion.

He backed away from the couch and let his shorts fall around his ankles while keeping his underwear up high enough to cover his manhood but in the back let his new tail show. "I don't understand it. Why do I have a tail? Why... why do your ears look like that?" Dylan suddenly asked Everett when he noticed the strange shape and placement of his friend's ears.

"My ears? What do you mean?" asked Everett as his hands went to the sides of his head. He gasped when feeling the now overgrown and developed ears he had. "Ah!" he yelped as he sat up right away. He scrambled for his phone and the front facing camera in order to see that his ears were now looking more fit for a dog, both in shape and placement on his ear, but were even sprouting fur not unlike what Dylan had on his tail.

"What the shit is happening to us? This is fucked up! I have a tail! Fucking dogs have tails man, and your ears are like, like dog's ears even!" Dylan points out.

"Dog's ears? Are you crazy! I don't have dog's ears dude! I, ach! My chest," he gasped when only moments after mentioning dogs his nipples and down his chest and stomach burned. Everett pulled up his t-shirt to reveal that his own nipples had grown out some but below either nipple was a row of four dark spots. These spots were not idle as they grew into dark circles before the flesh would start to poke out. This continued until they began to resemble his nipples which were themselves almost more teat-like. All the while Everett's breathing grew more erratic as he could not believe his eyes. "This can't be real," he muttered.

But while Everett changed, Dylan's own mention of canines was having an effect. His started with a twitching of the nose which he ignored while watching his friend grow teats. He could not see that at the tip of his nose the skin was going black and this was spreading. When the nose started to get more bulbous and squat, Dylan took notice.

"Damn, my nose feels weird," he complained as he crossed his eyes to try and see. The weirdness he felt began reshaping and pulling Dylan's nose out, crunching some of the cartilage but generally tugging his face forward. This allowed his nose to get a bit wider and made it so his glasses no longer fit on his nose. "Ack! I'm still changing too! What's wrong with us?"

Watching his heaving torso of teats got too much for Everett and he pulled his shirt down. When he looked up at Dylan, he couldn't help but immediately think of a dog when seeing his friend's nose. "Whoa, that nose is... so dog-like... wait, why are we resembling dogs so damn- AH!" he cried out when like his friend before him, Everett was experiencing a sudden throb of change in the base of his spine. To try and alleviate this, he leaned forward but already he could feel his tailbone growing.

"Oh shit, you're right and, and that crazy lady at the shop said the test was dogs," Dylan said as he finally began to piece things together. "That when we think of dogs we turn into them. Fuck, she wasn't lying, Everett. She is a real witch or something and, damn it- Fuck, not there!" he snapped at his own body when the aching and twinging changes brought on by his continued defiance of the curse were now in his crotch.

"This isn't good, this isn't good. I can't not think about dogs with what's happening right now," Everett admitted through gritted teeth. He was trying desperately to not think about the tail he had currently growing in his shorts. A growing bulge in the back was testament to that.

"It's not stopping," panted Dylan as he was unable to stop an erection from showing in his underwear, right in front of his friend. Everett noticed but had his own growing back bulge to worry about so kept quiet. Even as Dylan's erection grew larger and larger and soon cum was staining the front, he couldn't stop himself from orgasming.

"Dylan, man," Everett commented on the sight of his friend losing control like that.

"I can't help it. My dick feels... wrong. And my balls are throbbing," Dylan said in his defense as his normally modest member got longer and thicker. He looked down as his underwear pushed far enough away for him to see that his cock isn't just bigger, but also turning red and swelling to inhuman proportions. "Sorry, I can't not see what's happening," Dylan said before tugging his underwear down.

Out popped a red, seven inch, pointed and veiny penis which also had developed a knot and partial sheath at at the base. Below that, his balls had swollen by a couple magnitudes and after having drained themselves of any human seed, they were churning with a husky's energy. Dylan was silent as he watched and felt the changes further take his cock away from human. It went from pointing forward to more and more up as the sheath formed up his waist and stomach.

"Oh my God. You look like a damned dog person," observed Everett when looking at the tail, member, and face of Dylan. But as soon as Everett said that, the rear of his shorts ripped open and out came his own tail which was already furred and had a similar pattern to Dylan's.

"You're one to talk, man. We're both doing bad here," remarked Dylan. He backed away from Everett and was met with more aching of his face which drew his face out even further, giving him a vague snout. Everett was also experiencing some further spread of fur both around the base of his spine and ears.

"So wait, what did she say exactly? It only lasts for a day, right? Like, it goes away after?" asked Everett who was frightened and having troubling thinking straight.

"Goes away if we're still human somewhat in twenty-four hours. She said if all the way become Siberian Huskies then we fucking stay that way, Everett. Like, forever. I don't want to be a dog for a day let alone the rest of my life!" he proclaimed.

"Stop it, man. You said dog again!" Everett pointed out before the irony struck him.

Then changes struck them both for their transgression.

For Dylan this meant his feet were soon cramping and he went from standing to needing to balance against a wall to stay upright and then finally to his side. There he saw darker nails, elongated feet, shorter, fatter toes, and ankles pulling up his thinning legs. He whimpered as he watched his feet warp and twist into paws, with the pads growing underneath feeling like large, calloused pimples swelling out of his skin.

He attempted to stand, even as the changes to his feet were still happening, because he didn't want to give in that the transformation had done so much in just the matter of thirty minutes. But his attempts ended in repeated failure as he fell over and over on the carpet. This led to cursing and grumbling under his breath.

None of this drew Everett's attention in the least as he was met with a throbbing sensation similar to what Dylan had experienced in his crotch. He was less willing to disrobe, even when his cock was stiff and his balls ready to explode. The front of his pants stained with cum like Dylan's had before him and while Everette expected to see his bulge growing like his friend's, he instead watched his worryingly shrink away.

"What the shit? No. No, no, no, no, no! NO! NO! Awwww, please no, stop!" Everett pleaded and begged with the magic that was taking his cock and balls and not only shrinking them away but replacing them with something else. At first he was fine to look away when the sensation of his testicles being pulled up into his body was followed by a lot of weird, warm, wet, and strange feelings both in his lower abdomen and crotch.

By the time Everett had the courage built up to at least feel between his legs, he made sure that Dylan wasn't in sight. Thankfully Dylan was working his way down the hallway towards his room or maybe the bathroom. So Everett discreetly pulled down the front of his shorts and boxers, unsure what he'd see. Whatever expectations he had were quickly brought low when his once impressive cock was no more and in its place a swollen looking cunt that looked quite bestial in appearance. There were even some gray and silver dog hairs around it.

"I think I need to get away from you, Everett. Out of sight, out of mind. Don't contact me until tomorrow. Please," Dylan said as best he could.

"Sure, sure. That's for the best. Empty my mind of all thoughts and just fill it with normal things that have nothing to do with my newer... things," Dylan struggled to get his thoughts straight and to not think about the fact he was now effectively female. Something he was happy to keep a hidden fact from Dylan. Especially if these changes could reverse and no one would have to know.

They both went into their separate rooms and closed their doors. Once Everett shut the door, he slumped his back against it and slid down until he was sitting awkwardly on his tail. He looked down at himself again and was a little amazed by it all. Especially when he remembered his ears and were as far gone as they are.

He felt the words bubbling up and as the thoughts were coming anyway, he just said it, "I'm really starting to look like a dog and it scares me." The admission was one he had to get out and as soon as he did, expunged the memory from his mind as best he could. But even before the memory was only just that, the tingling that was still hanging around his waist and crotch started down his legs. However it mostly lingered from his waist and hips to knees so his feet were spared but this didn't mean he was totally spared either. Fur sprouted around his waist, over his ass, and down his thighs. Even went up his back more somewhat. This left his crotch furry and at least somewhat concealing his swollen canine cunt; he knew that's what it was and couldn't deny it as much as Dylan could deny his doggy dick. But it did make Everette wonder why he lost his gender.

The man was made to crawl across the floor of his room towards his bathroom while his hips and bones felt like they were trembling. He had to readjust his stance a few times as his ass spread apart but also lost mass and form, making it look more like a dog's, or more technically, a bitch's back end. Tail and fur included, even a little butthole among the fur was there under the curled tail. While Everett's feet were still human, the rest of his legs forced him into a partial for legged stance.

It was still rather early in the afternoon but with the knowledge of what triggered the changes in mind, Everett set about trying to help himself as best he could. This started off in the bathroom by grabbing some sleep meds from the cabinet. He sometimes had insomnia and knew the pills give a restful, and dreamless, sleep. Not trusting himself, he downed three of the pills with a glass of water before going back into his room.

Getting on the bed was harder than it looked but once Everette had, he took out his phone and began texting Dylan about what he did. Everette knew Dylan had similar sleep issues and prescriptions and so suggested the same for his friend along with the added line, 'hopefully we wake up after the day is up and we're back to normal.'

It was wishful thinking but what else did he have at the time.

Everett stripped out of remaining clothes and started climbing into bed when he caught a good glimpse of himself in a mirror. When it happened, he could recall the woman's words about how fortitude and desire to remain human was needed make it through. However that thought was inexpertly linked with being turned into a dog and once dog was back in Everette's mind his ears and tail perked up and the tingling started again.

"Shit, I'm so dumb," he cursed himself as the tingling spread down into his calves and feet, leading them to start to cramp. As the changes progressed, Everett watched from on his back, with his legs and lower half sticking out in front of him to watch as fur sprouted, bones shrunk and moved, and his paws came in.

Turning his eyes to the bare off-white ceiling above, Everett tried to think about the game he had bought that day and that once all this craziness was over, he could play it. So as his feet were lengthening and his toes were fattening with blackened claws at the end, Everette concerned himself with what he was looking forward to in his game. These idle thoughts he committed his mind to full in order to not have any strange thoughts going elsewhere. Only when the changes that were taking his legs stopped that he glanced down.

He took a deep and heavy breath while recalling the test again. It seemed bizzare and especially so when he looked down at his lower half which had now completely transitioned into a Siberian Husky bitch. Further up, his teats were showing but his torso had lost mass and size too. Even his head was a little smaller, making the ears even bigger. Some of Everett's hair had been worked into by the new dog fur. This left him with just a few spots of his old normal hair around.

Thinking about his game more and more instead of his functioning canine lower half was proving effective in keeping his mind elsewhere. It was also helping with his growing drowsiness as the medication was starting to kick in. So he found a comfortable position on his side and tried to to drift off quickly. It was tricky, especially with a tail that liked to wag on its own and his ears picking up on sounds he never noticed before. Like hearing that Dylan was still definitely up and about in his room.

"I hope he manages," Everett said for Dylan as sleep finally took him.

In Dylan's room, some things were actually going similarly to Everett's situation. For example, as soon as Dylan got in his room and glimpsed at his parts again, he thought of dogs and so was treated to further transformations. These took his legs and in much the same way Everett had it affected him, Dylan was now a functioning normal Siberian Husky male below the waist. Heck, even a little past his waist if you counted his now fully formed sheath.

"This is gonna be hell. I have to not think about the super obvious changes occurring to me. This is gonna be impossible," he lamented. Dylan was very worried about not making it through this challenge. He received the message about taking sleeping meds but for Dylan, it was still only four in the afternoon and so pretty early. He replied that he would take them later but for now would try and manage. "Manage this how? Got all these dog parts slowing me down and mucking me up."

The complaint just made things worse for Dylan whose ears started to burn. That's all it took for him to rush to his own bathroom, crawl up on the sink as best he can in order to look in the mirror at his furry, pointed, and very Husky-looking ears. Especially with his nose and snout and black hair mixing with dog fur, he was looking more and more the dog by the moment.

Dylan was able to get his laptop on his bed where he could lay down on his side with some success in order to try and distract himself. He knew that just sitting in his room would be bad so he was sure to distract himself.

At first, this strategy went amazingly well. He started looking at YouTube videos related to games and the industry. All of it was engaging and the sort of thing he would be looking at normally. This made it so the hours just flew by with Dylan giving no thought to his canine parts other than to just move them for comfort. But as it got later and into the later evening, Dylan started to search on more of his regular sites and interests. Nothing about it was too strange or potentially dangerous for him.

He took a small break, mostly because he was rather thirsty. He was slow to move and get out of his room but the apartment was dark and Everett's door was slightly ajar. Dylan moved very quietly to peek his head in and see that his roommate was out cold on his bed. It also wasn't lost on Dylan that Everett had undergone some further changes to his legs and rear as was obvious from where Dylan was standing. He hesitated but was able to pull back and even closed the door completely to stop himself further temptation.

But he had already thought it and he sighed before putting it to words, "Everette smells like one hell of a sexy dog." He blushed to say it but it felt true to him and he couldn't deny it. So he expected the changes which did come. These were the sprouting of teats like Everett but they never swelled up like his. There was also a healthy growth of fur up his back and stomach. This came right before the cracking of his spine and ribs while his guts and insides felt like they're being tossed together. He continued to walk, on all fours, towards the kitchen with him having to frequently adjust himself in order to make sure he didn't trip on his own feet.

Once in the kitchen, Dylan couldn't reach the sink or cupboards with his current stature. But he could open the fridge and with at least hands he could grab some bottled water along with grabbing a small container that Everett had been using to marinate some beef tips in. After drinking one of the waters, he popped open the lid of the steak and began to ask himself if this was really a good idea.

"This could make me sick. But, I mean I see dogs do it all the time and live so... and yeah, just said it again. I really hope at least it's my- ack! AH! Oh... god," Dylan said with relief because the changes were pushing into his mouth. Here he figured a proper canine snout would be better suited to eat this meat than a human one. He wasn't sure why but he felt excited and thrilled to be changing so he could better snack.

His face pushed out more and more, his lips darkening and getting wider. In his mouth, teeth were morphing and changing positions. Canines were getting sharp while a long tongue down the middle catches up in terms of length. This real push was also further altering the size and shape of Dylan's skull. Most of his natural hair, his slight beard, eyebrows, and head hair were gone and either lay bare or were covered with the silver, white, and black fur of the husky taking over.

'Changes will slow soon. Don't need to go further. Just a little more, eat, go to bed,' he told himself in his head, being careful how to consider things.

By the end, Dylan's skull was now very close to a husky's, if only a slightly bigger brain cavity, some lacking fur, and his still human eyes. But the snout whiskers were there, along with much of the fur and when Dylan tried to speak, but whines and howls came out. He kept it down in order to not wake Everett. Though in truth, with the meds he took, he was definitely not waking up for anything short of the apartment complex exploding.

With a proper canine snout now, Dylan could indulge his hunger and sure enough the meat was delicious. Everett had been using some soy/meat sauce for it so it tasted delectable and before he knew it, the meat was gone. Dylan then downed his other water before grabbing two more bottles and heading back to his room.

He didn't shut his door all the way as he was worried he might not be able to open it again if needed. Instead of heading to bed or even the bathroom to grab medicine, Dylan preferred to return to his laptop and do more searches. They started with just beef recipes but soon he was going down rabbit holes which had him looking at dog food, toys, houses, beds, and even pictures of huskies near to the end. His thoughts were shaky and he kept quiet so only small patches of fur every sprouted due to his curse.

But it was after he took a break to use the bathroom, where he peed on the side of the toilet like a dog, lifting his leg, and also took his insomnia medication. Returning to bed when it was close to midnight, he very much was hoping to fall asleep with no further changes occurring. He just needed to not thinking about anything that would lead him down that path.

However something in the magic of the curse woven by Desirae had a subconscious element to as well. While searching for videos and before he knew it, Dylan was watching training videos of dogs, huskies or malamute, and how to breed them. At first he watched just a few seconds before turning away when he could feel his doggy cock starting to emerge from his sheath. Soon Dylan couldn't deny that he was turned on and while his dick wasn't his old one, this new was bigger and more impressive than his old one. He was watching longer videos were had his cock fully emerged after not too long.

'Okay, just one more,' he told himself as he queued up another on some breeder's site. His hand was wrapped around his canine cock and stroking himself in utter delight and joy. At first Dylan thought he was fooling himself by thinking he was just getting off to the idea of a bigger cock but once his mind reminded him it was a bigger doggy cock. 'A much bigger doggy dick,' he thought proudly, just as the tingling started in his fingers.

Dylan stroked and worked his cock while watching the video and listening to the bitch howl and how the male moved. As if taking notes. His hand motions became more and more imprecise as his fingers were shorter and fatter now while the nails, like his feet, had become more like black claws. But his grip got worse and soon he just let go as his hands began to reshape more vividly. Either of his thumbs receded down in the insides of his arms which were themselves shrinking and readjusting his overall weight.

Just that morning, Dylan weighed about one-hundred and thirty pounds but now he was closer to eighty with still some more to drop but now much of his body was taking on the shape of the dog that was growing out of him. His continued thoughts and lost for the bitch in the video had him taking in deep breaths and picking up on something in the house. Something hot and heady that was really turning Dylan on. By the time he got up and jumped out of bed, he was on four legs and moving like a dog would mostly. He was still a bit stout, neck not fully changed, or the head, or his mind, but much of the rest was distinctly dog.

He used his snout to open his door and then followed his nose all the way to Everett's door. There, sniffing as deeply as he could, Dylan drew in the wet and hot scent of a cunt that was in season and one that belonged to a lovely lady husky. Had Dylan known before that Everett had been in season, perhaps he wouldn't have locked his door because now Dylan wanted just one thing.

'Even if he just let me lick at her for a while. Nothing wrong with that. Just some doggy lust,' he thought. He scraped at the door with his front paws but there was no answer. Still, the smell was more than enough to get him horny and as the changes started again, there wasn't much left to go for Dylan to be the first to fail the test in centuries.

He trotted out into the living room and went to the couch. From there he dragged down a pillow with his teeth to the floor.

'Maybe if I just get my rocks off, wishing this were Everett, I'll have some good doggy dreams,' he happily told himself.

Dylan started humping the pillow then like a horny dog that couldn't control or contain itself. Dylan's body slimmed up more, more bones cracked, and fur filled in. The man's eyes had turned a lovely crystal blue but they lost that touch of humanity to them. The rub of his cock against the pillow wasn't exactly what the dog wanted for release but it would suffice.

'Yes, doggy horny. Doggy want fuck good. Need breed... damn, all my thoughts are doggy now. This test is impossible! How could I not be this amazing dog!' The thoughts bounced around in his head like that, between simple canine understanding and fractured human reason. However the human was fading more and more until, as the husky shot his first load and was panting happily, Dylan's conscious was diluted into that of the husky, merging the two and sealing the former man's fate.

Everett woke and the first thing he did was check to make sure he was still at least part of a man. When he confirmed no new changes since last night he immediately cast his thought to the time.

"12:45 PM. And they said, 1:30 for a full day? Or something... definitely less than an hour. Yes!," he said with a triumphant fist pump. Making sure to not look at his body as best he could, he crawled out of bed and into the bathroom first. There, unable to really use the toilet, he just piddled on the floor and vowed to clear it up later.

Back in his room, he checked his phone and saw just one message from Dylan which was just a reply to his message about sleep meds and that he'd do that too. He put on a t-shirt and his glasses, though they did not fit well with his new ears. Still, he needed to see, even if his friend was likely still catching Z's.

"Guess he might still be asleep. I don't hear him out there," Everett said with his ears pressed close to the door. He thought about staying in his room until the end but Everett hadn't really eaten anything since yesterday and was now starving and thirsty. With Dylan likely still asleep, he could go out and get something to eat and drink before returning to his room to wait out the rest of his awful, horrible, and useless test.

He opened the door slowly and stuck his head out. There was no sign of Dylan, at least directly. Everette did spy some husky hair on the ground but it could just have easily been his own. But the coast was clear so Everett made his way out into the hall. It was very strange walking with his normal arms and canine rear but he managed decently as he reached the kitchen.

Here, like Dylan the night before, the higher cupboards and shelves were not really attainable so the fridge became the low hanging fruit. Everett was surprised that it took as much effort as it did to open the fridge door but did get it open after applying some force. The door swung open and banged against the wall. It always annoyed Everette when that happened, because it damaged the wall, but also because it was loud. And in this case, the noise stirred something in Dylan's room.

Back turned, Everette can still hear someone coming and someone panting.

"Sounds like someone may have changed a little more," joked Everette when he heard his friend panting.

Dylan did indeed approach, his tail wagging, tongue out, and nose flaring as it brought it a heady and delicious hot smell.

"Not gonna say anything? Or can you not talk anymore?" Everette teased.

Still no answer until Everett was finally given a sign when he felt a wet nose suddenly push into his cunt. As it happened, there was shock and what should have been angry but for a few hot seconds, the sensation was absolutely lurid. Shaking his head back to reason, Everett pulled away, turning his ass from Dylan's full canine snout.

"Oh shit, no. Dylan, man. You, you failed!" Everett gasped at the sight of his fully transformed friend. He expected some measure of shame or remorse of Dylan's face but there was just the opposite. He was excited, wagging his tail, and wasn't trying to hide his massive erection either. It was the sight of that in particular which triggered Everett thinking of doggy cock and so felt the cramping hit his hands. "Ack, no. No, no, no, no! I didn't think of it! I just looked at his dick I... I couldn't think it was for a dog. Uggggggg," he groaned.

But it was too late for the changes which were now causing him discomfort from his shoulder blades to his finger tips. In a process that mirrored what Dylan went through the night before, Everette had to deal with hands becoming paws, arm becoming forelegs, and a body shrinking and sizing to fit more.

All the while Dylan would pace back and forth around Everett. For his own safety, Everett was keeping his backside facing the fridge but Dylan's nose was always sniffing. But with his friend right in front of him, always in his line of sight, it was hard for Everette to fight the idle canine thoughts which came when staring or even smelling Dylan's new form.

"Don't even know why I had to be female and you stay male. Doesn't seem fair at all. Almost like she's trying to make it harder for us with all this." The presumption was one he couldn't prove but it wouldn't surprise him. Try as he might to ignore what was happening, there were enough brief moments in Everette's mind where he thought 'I wonder what a dog knot feels like in me' and 'I would be better with a litter in me'. Such thoughts just changed his body more until he was effectively a human head on a husky bitch in heat's body.

Neck cracking, Everette was desperately trying to clear his thoughts as there wasn't much left; and that went for time and transformation.

'I need to get to my room. See what time it is. Maybe if I can get there fast enough, I can close the door and Dylan won't ruin anything for me like he's ruined himself,' reasoned Everett. He did have four proper feet now and the motor skills to do it. Just a matter of getting there in time.

Desperate for any edge he could get, Everett decided to give Dylan an offer. "Dylan, dude, if you're still in there, please, just stay where you are. I'll survive this and once I turn back, I'll track down that witch and get you turned back too. And I'll treat you like the goodest boy ever until then, okay? Just promise not to follow me?" Everette begged with words and his eyes.

Dylan cocked his head as he listened and once Everette stopped, he barked, wagged his tail, but remained seated.

"Okay, I'll take that as a good sign. You just sit right there and I'll jet." Everett spoke calmly and hoped that Dylan understood.

Moving slowly at first, Everett waited for Dylan to move. The husky stayed where he was though. Only his tail was wagging. After that, Everett took off as fast as he could. At first his feet scrambled on the tile floor of the kitchen for grip before finally getting his new feet under him. He dashed off, turned a corner and another and was down the hallway. Then with a left he trotted into his room triumphantly, tail wagging, and looking up at the wall clock.

"1:20. Almost ther- AH! AH! WHAT THE- NO! BAD! STOP! GET OFF, DYLAN!" Everett yelled desperately as he was suddenly mounted from behind and could already tell it was his former friend. His weight and strength, which Everett had always dominated when they were humans, was now in Dylan's favor as the larger male which made it easier for him to get control of Everett under him.

Everett was doing everything he could to try and pull himself away. But the clamp of Dylan's strong forearms on his sides mixed with him biting the nape of his neck to pull him back kept Everett from breaking away. He kept struggling and got worse when he felt Dylan's new doggy cock probing his backside for his own new sweet spot.

"Dyl, Dylan you can't fuck me like a dog... damn it!" Everett cried out as the mere saying of a dog was enough to start blackening his own nose. The worrying change came with Dylan finally lining up his cock properly. "No, you can't. You'll doom both of- ah! AH! AWWOOOOOO!" he howled when Dylan's cock forced its way into Everett's swollen cunt. As the inches slid in, so out pushed Everett's new snout.

The humping started soon after and it was impossible then for Everett to not think about dogs. And their cocks. And having their litters. And being a mom. And having a mate. When he would try to remember his humanity or that this was all a test, his anger would flare for a moment but, unable to speak any longer, he could only whimper meekly.

Head lowering as he, now more truly a she, accepted what was now an obvious fate. 'I was so close. I could have done it. I was better than this. Now I'm just... this.' The mental admission was a hard one but with Dylan's doggy knot starting to swell, she knew that they had failed the test miserably. And once the knot had them sealed together, only a few more awkward thrusts were needed for Everett to know what it felt like to be bred. And as Everett's mind melded into the bitch that was now there, her last thought was, 'I made a terrible man.'

At just about that time, at the door to the apartment, the lock glowed with an eerie violet light before unlocking on its own. The knob turned and in walked Desirae in a black and purple trim pantsuit that looked tight and perfect on her. She also had two collars in her hand.

"Well, what a lovely abode. Any humans in here?" she shouted as she looked around the space. She spied the clothes and despoiled pillows on the ground before hearing something from one of the rooms. Desirae moved carefully and found Everett's room and walked in to find the two huskies, post-coitus, but still knotted together. Their tails still wagged as they looked up at the new woman in the room. "I thought as much from you two. At least you two had a good bonding experience, right?"

The dogs didn't laugh but they didn't fight her putting on their collars and attaching their leashes either. Once they were separated, Desirae got them to follow her on command and right out the front door.

"I have a shelter for you two all set up. Even called ahead, figuring how this would go, so they're expecting you two. They say it won't take long to find you two homes and don't worry. I insisted you're a pair and not to be fixed," winked the woman as she led the two out of their old apartment. "The test isn't for everyone to pass. You two weren't up for it but I wonder if there are any who are. And what other beasts can tempt them..."

Desirae was left pondering as she led the dogs off to their new lives, the test having run its course.