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It had been a long day for Sofia - in a particularly drawn out, 'moving slowly' sort of way as opposed to anything exhaustive or stressful. Her class at kindergarten had been exceptionally well behaved today, to the point that she half wondered whether someone had put something in their breakfast.

Still, despite the relative calm of her work day, it still felt like things had dragged on and on, perhaps all the more for the tranquility. She never liked sitting still that much, so she had instead tried to busy herself but there was so little for her to do without breaking from her decided curriculum.

When the day had finally come to an end and she'd headed home, she had more energy than she had in a while, and more than a few… ideas percolating in her mind.

It'd been a while since she and her husband, David, had some… proper time together, and he had the day off today. Maybe she should surprise him?

Yeah… that sounds good.

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David was busy in the basement, working on one of his 'projects' again - he had Rocky with him too, his beloved collie.

He hadn't really come out to greet her or even respond much when she went knocked on the door, and whilst she'd admit it stung a little, that just that just meant she had to do something he couldn't ignore.

She dressed up in his favourite lingerie - all lacy and black, stockings up to her thighs - and crept down the stairs.

David was down there, looking like he'd spent all day, fingers covered in chalk dust and his stubble starting to show. He still kept a pretty trim figure, even as he'd settled down, and she couldn't help but sigh a little as he ran a chalky hand through his short dark hair.

"Alright the circle's complete, I just…" As he turned around to grab something, she crept closer. He hadn't noticed her approach!

Unfortunately, it looked like Rocky had. She tried, futilely, to gesture for him to stay. Maybe if she had risked speaking - and thus alerting her husband - she could've avoided what came next.

But before she could do more then yelp in surprise as Rocky tried to bound into her for attention, there was a bright flash and a THWOOF! of smoke.

By the time David turned around, eyes wide in alarm and surprise, it was already too late. The thick cloud of smoke was already dissipating, but as it did he couldn't help venture a furtive "... Honey?"

"Yesss, darling?" his wife purred back… or something close to her, at least. It sounded like Sofia, but maybe an octave lower, with some kind of… growling quality to it. The reason for the change became clear as the smoke cleared, helped along with a wave of her hand.

Where Sofia and Rocky had been was now some kind of combination of the two. His wife's curvy figure, and long dark hair, still curtaining over her body - now covered in Rocky's black-and-white fur, with the same perky ears and wagging tail. His wife's kind and loving eyes now set above Rocky's long canine muzzle, the features combining into something that was definitely reminiscent of his wife, with feminine beauty and a gentle smile but somehow… on a much more dog-like skull.

She was even wearing the same lingerie: that same lacy bra that cupped those perky C-cup teats, the hip hugging panties now… stretched around a heavy sack and sheath.

He swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Are you… okay?"

"Oh darling, I feel fantastic," she purred, advancing towards him on padded feet. Paws? It made him realize that she had become taller in the transformation as well - he'd always enjoyed a few extra inches of height over Sofia, but now he had to look up a little as she approached.

She was beautiful like this, he had to admit, but it was hard to ignore the… more male aspects of her, not when he realized they were clearly coming from Rocky. "I should be able to-to uh reverse it, I just-"

"Reverse it…?" she echoed, sounding hurt, "Why would you want to reverse it…? Don't you love me, darling?"

He swallowed, trying not to stare at her chest. They were married but it just felt… wrong right now. "Of course I love you, I just-" A clawed fingertip gently stroked against his chin, tilting his head up to meet her eyes.

Before he could ask what she was getting at, she leaned in to kiss him. Kissing her was… a unique experience, to say the least. He's let Rocky lick his face before, but that was a lot different from letting him shove his tongue into his mouth the way he'd tried sometimes.

She had an animalistic quality to the kiss now - literally and figuratively - and her hands took a much firmer, stronger hold of his shoulders. For a ment, he wavered on whether he should be fighting back before settling firmly on yes.

It wasn't that he didn't love his wife, whatever form she took - it's just… Rocky was in there too.

“Wait," he gasped out the moment she finally pulled back, unable to stop himself from squirming a little as she went straight to nipping at his neck. “This isn't right, we should-"

“What isn't?" she crooned softly, hands squeezing at his hips and starting to work his sweatpants down. Despite everything, he was still hovering at a half-chub - it felt like whenever he started to get into it, his mind reminded him of what he was doing and it faltered. “I love you. You love me. What could be wrong about this?"

“But-you-Rocky-"

“What about him?" Her hands were so much stronger now, and assertive to boot. Sofia would've hesitated before groping his cock so openly, tugging right on his shaft. “I'm not Rocky, baby, so you don't have to worry about that…"

That helped a little, sure, but it didn't change the fact that she certainly had his cock - and he could feel it growing steadily, pushing out of her sheath.

She reached down to squeeze his cock through his briefs again, clearly delighting in the way he shivered despite himself.

She worked his waistband down, pulling it past his still semiflaccid shaft and tucking it under his own swollen sack just as she pulled his head down into her chest, brushing his lips against her teat.

“Go on. Suck."

He had always loved playing with her chest - and she had always loved it when he did. He tried to tell himself that it was still Sofia, but it was hard to convince his mind when it felt so much like her yet so very distinctly not. The fur tickled his face, even as she groaned sweetly when he obeyed, gingerly reaching up with his other hand to try and fondle at her other breast.

It felt good - satisfying, even. Soft but perky, and squishing gently against his fingers… but covered in that same soft fur.

A hand ran through his hair as she cooed, that same loving and gentle wife coming through to him just as she eased him over to the other side. “See? We both want this…" She emphasized her words by giving him another tug, and if his knees felt a little weaker… well.

Maybe he had a bit of a submissive side…?

She pushed him off her chest after maybe a minute of this, giving him a sweetly playful smile before sinking down before him in a very obvious display. He raised a hand to muffled his groan more out of habit than anything else, her eagerly lapping tongue sending waves of pleasure through him.

This felt more like Sofia… if still more assertive. No furtive, gentle looks here - just an experienced and confident tongue that knew what it wanted and worked to get it. She knew all of his favourite spots and how to work them - teasing his frenulum, slipping against his slit, squeezing his balls when she swallowed him down…

She even managed to swallow all of him more easily than she ever had before. The benefits of a muzzle maybe…

He gripped the edge of his work bench, his muffled noises getting faster, more obvious in their message - but before he could finish (and fuck, he was so close-) she pulled off of him with a faint wet pop!

“I want to show you how much I love you," she purred, sliding back up his front, letting her body grind against his. It was another stark reminder of her current form, when he felt her cock - larger, thicker, canine - grind against his own but he couldn't even protest before she was kissing him again, deeper than before.

She'd never done it after blowing him - or at least, not straight after. He could… taste himself.

The moment the kiss broke, he found himself spun around, hands falling out to brace himself against the bench, eyes wide and expression flustered. A glimmer of realization played in his mind, but surely he was mistaken?

“W-wait, what are you-mmph-!" Any further protests were swiftly muffled by a furry hand, fingers slipping into his mouth to occupy his tongue.

“Shhhh. You'll feel good, I promise." The first finger pushed past his tight, virginal ring just like that - the intrusion burned a little, the feeling of being stretched unfamiliar and comfortable, and all the worse coming from his loving, gentle wife.

The digit wriggled and squirmed as he did, his futile efforts to get away from it or escape her grasp only seeming to excite her further. His desperate pleas that this wasn't like her at all, that she needed to step back were too muffled to be legible.

“I wanted to do this since I laid eyes on you," she murmured softly, lovingly, even as she lined the pointed tail of her cock right between his cheeks.

And then, with a snap of her hips, she was inside of him.

Pain erupted inside of him, the burning sensation of being stretched far worse than he could've imagined as he tried to cry out around her fingers. She seemed ignorant of his distress, not even noticing the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes as she moaned. It was a soul deep kind of moan, that spoke of a satisfaction he had never seen (or heard) her experience.

“Fffuck, you're so tight baby," she growled, nipping playfully at his neck as she rolled her hips and worked another inch or two inside of him.

His struggling intensified, scrabbling desperately to try and force her off and away, but she didn't seem the slightest bit bothered. He couldn't understand why she would be doing this to him!

What had happened to his loving wife?!

She began to thrust in earnest now, hips working in shallow motions that slowly worked him open her around her despite his muffled cries of pain. He could feel her own sack, so much heavier than his own and covered with fuzz, slapping against his own now, just another sensation to remember his violation by.

The obviously pleasured groans she was letting out somehow just made it worse - it wasn't enough that his wife was raping him, she was enjoying it.

Finally, her fingers slipped out of his mouth, moving to grab his hips instead as she pulled him back on each thrust, trying to impale him just a bit further. “S-Sofia!" he begged “Stop! Please, you're too big-"

For a moment, she did stop - and hope sprang anew in him. 'She just got carried away!' was an easy excuse to think, and he could even accept it.

But one of those strong, clawed hands moved up to his shoulder… and pinned him against the work bench, bending him over it. “I'm not Sofia, baby," she growled, annoyance bleeding into her tone, “I'm… well. I guess you could think of me as Sofia and Rocky's… daughter."

The revelation struck him hard enough that it left him speechless. For a moment, he even forgot that he was currently being raped in his own basement by a hybrid of his wife and his dog. “What…?"

“I have their feelings," she continued, “That's why I love you so much - because they both did." He felt her lean down, her heavy breasts brushing against his back. The feeling made him shiver despite the dawning horror. “I guess… that makes you my 'step-dad'?" She sounded a touch unsure, but just for a moment. “But don't worry. I'll be much better than her and him, Dad."

“Please, no don't-aaangh!"

His protests were cut off as she slammed into him again, using the leverage of their new position to get deeper inside him still. The horror of the situation warred with the pain as he realized several things in short order.

Firstly, it didn't seem like he was ever going to get Sofia back. Secondly, Not-Sofia clearly wasn't ignorant of his distress, she just didn't care. Thirdly… he had absolutely no way of stopping her from using him like a fleshlight.

“Just give in," she growled heatedly, nipping at his neck as her cock ground against his insides, stirring his guts, “Accept your place as my bitch." Something thick and bulbous was pressing up against his already stretched hole, and despite his (now weak and defeated) protests, she forced it right into him.

It was enough to make his legs give out as he whimpered desperately, trying to find any form of resistance or struggling that might let him escape, but she held him tightly against her as her cock began to pulse and twitch.

Pump after pump of thick, heavy spunk surged into him, to the point that he began to feel like his stomach was going to swell. All he could do was whimper and whine, his struggles fading into weak squirming as she groaned in satisfaction.

“You feel so tight around me, Dad…" she murmured, giving him an affectionate lick across his neck and cheek. The way she nuzzled into him was a strange, oddly familiar gesture that made his stomach flip.

The feeling of her knot being forced out of him was almost as painful as the feeling of it being forced in, but it came free with an audible POP! and with it, a gush of semen. He could actively feeling it dribble down his sack in little wet trails, pooling on his skin as his ruined hole desperately tried to squeeze shut.

Perhaps the final humiliation was that despite everything… he was still half-hard.

“I think I need a snack," Not-Sofia muttered, calm and casual, “You want anything from the fridge before Round Two?"

Somehow, he found the energy to lift his head, giving her a desperate, pleading look. “Round… two…?" he whimpered, still trying to find the strength to stand. If he could stand, maybe he could run…

She gave him a loving, adoring smile that didn't fit at all with her actions. “Round Two. I want you to cum as well, Dad." Her smile turned wolfish. “So I'm going to keep fucking you until you learn to enjoy it."

His heart sank. Unable to help himself, he glanced over at his spell book, the cause of all of this, and Not-Sofia seemed to notice.

She strode over, each step easy and confident, and hefted it up off the bench. “Nuh-uh. Not happening, Dad." She leaned in close, nose almost brushing with his even as he tried to recoil back. “You made me. And you'll learn to love me the way I love you…" Her fingers trailed along his chin again, and she gave him an almost sweet parting kiss before turning and heading back up the stairs.

It was all he could do not to break down into sobs then and there.

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He stirred, groaning weakly. The smell of bacon filled his senses, as aches and pains made themselves know across his body.

“Good morning!" his wife chirped cheerfully, “I made breakfast in bed!"

“Honey," he muttered, struggling to sit up, “I had the worst dream…" The dull aches began to define themselves clearly, and he realized most of the pain… was centered lower.

“Oh? Do tell!"

There was something off about the blurry silhouette of his wife, and that sense of wrongness pervaded his mind until he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at her again - properly this time.

Standing at the side of his bed was Not-Sofia, wearing an apron - and nothing else. The points of her perky chest were clearly defined by the thin, frilly fabric, as was the tent of her erect cock.

She beamed at him, hands held at her front almost daintily as her tail wagged furiously. “Well, honey? Eat up. We've got a big day ahead of us!"

Despite how much he wanted it to, the nightmare didn't go away.