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Jen was on her way to the front door when she heard more short, swift knocks. This time they were a lot more urgent. She was trying to hurry but her dog Raxer thought she was playing and was slowing her down.

“I’m coming! Just a minute!” Jen hollered at the door. It being Halloween, she expected trick or treaters, but not for a couple more hours. At least she had the bowl of candy ready. If only Raxer would let her get to it. “Down boy! I know this is a hard concept for you to understand but not every treat is for you,” she told her dog. The energetic three year old yellow Labrador kept at Jen the whole way to the door. “Raxer, sit and stay. I mean it!”

The dog reluctantly obeyed and showed that those training lessons weren’t a total waste of money. Jen could grab the candy bowl and not worry about Raxer trying to make a run for it. More knocks came as Jen unlocked the door.

“I hear you, I hear you. I wasn’t expecting kids until… Ummmm, until later…” Jen trailed off as she saw who, or what, was standing at her doorstep.

Standing five feet tall if you went by the tips of the furry vulpine ears was a young woman. The fur, like her long, thickly braided hair, was a deep violet that sparkled like diamonds. The woman herself was fair skinned, well freckled, with a small nose, rosy cheeks, pale purple eyes, and a wide, toothy grin that showed off enlarged canines befitting a fox. Her body was thin but hidden underneath a weather bone white cloak that covered her shoulders down to her knees. A set of three fox tails wagged independently behind the strange woman. Sticking out from the middle of the cloak were her hands and very eager fingers. Barefoot and a smell of peppermint rounded out the very uncommon trick or treater.

“Hi’ya! Are you Jennifer Wheeler? I think you are but I always make sure to check!” the strange fox woman asked with a giddy enthusiasm.

“Ummm, I am. Who’s asking exactly? You don’t seem like a trick or treater,” Jen surmised as she took a step back into her house. Just in case.

“You are an observant one, Jennifer! I’m Fara the Tricksy Fox and giving treats this night is one of my favorite tricksy foxeries!” she cheerfully boasted. Her hands and face were very animated as she spoke, her ears waggling and tails fluttering the whole while. “And wouldn’t you know it, I’ve got you on my list of stops! Would you like your treat?”

Unsure what exactly was going on, Jen tried to be polite while remaining cautious. “You’re Fara the Fox and you give out candy? Is this, like, a charity thing?”

Fara stopped to ponder. “You could say that, sure! You don’t have to give me anything and you don’t have to accept my treat. But I really think you should,” Fara coaxed while retracting one of her hands to retrieve something.

“You do, huh? Well I’ll give you credit on a unique and well executed costume. I would like to know how you knew my name and what ‘list’ are you talking about?” Jen questioned with a hand on her hip.

“I knew your name because my trusted divinations and foxwit told me you were in need of secret desire fulfillment. And we Tricksy Foxes are all about that life! So here I am and here… it… issss- Shoot! One moment,” huffed an annoyed Fara. Her attempt to present the treat at a dramatic moment flopped when she couldn’t find what she wanted.

“Take your time,” Jen said without thinking. “Wait, divinations and ‘foxwit’ for what kind of fulfillment?” she asked more pointedly.

“Most of it’s just over complicated magic fox things, I wouldn’t overthink it. What matters is… the… treat! Ta dah!” She held her hand out to the up-to-a-foot-taller Jen. In it was a nickel sized round candy in a purple and white striped wrapper. “This one, ‘Dark Chocolate and Darker Desires’ is your treat this evening, Jennifer! Its magic will grant you the power to live out a fantasy close to your heart, but also buried deep within it. You’ll wake up in the morning back in your bed and back to your current, lovely self with your secret fantasy fulfilled. That’s the power and treats of Tricksy Fox magic!” Fara proudly stated.

Jen didn’t understand most of what Fara was saying yet couldn’t deny her earnest conviction. The candy seemed harmless so Jen took it. Making Fara quite ecstatic. “Thanks, I guess? I never met a ‘Tricksy Fox’ before. Is this the sort of thing you do?” Jen asked while casually inspecting the candy.

“Course you haven’t met one before! You only ever meet a Tricksy Fox once! It’s a rare honor and a mark of being a very interesting person! We only interact with those we can improve through our amazing foxeries, Treats being just one that I reserve for this night. Other nights, people are much less willing to accept magical treats from a foxy stranger. Tonight though? People make an exception! That’s my foxwit in action,” explained Fara as she eyed the candy bowl Jen was still holding in her other hand.

“I guess that makes sense. Kinda weird but thank you,” remarked Jen when she saw Fara licking her lips.So she offered the bowl. “Help yourself.”

“Yesh!” Fara tittered gratefully. Her hand moved in a blur over the bowl. In five seconds she removed all the malted chocolate and sour candy from the mix and beheld it like treasure. “This Tricksy Fox thanks you and wishes you and Raxer a fun night!” Fara turned and skipped down the front steps, snickering to herself as she counted her haul.

Jen shut and locked the door while trying to process the strange encounter she’d just had. Setting down the candy bowl, she unwrapped the treat as she walked back to the living room where Raxer desperately wanted to stop sitting. Especially as he thought (not entirely incorrectly) that Jen’s treat was for him.

“Calm down, boy. You can’t have chocolate anyway,” Jen told the dog. The candy was a small chocolate ball like Fara promised. There was also some text written on the inside of the wrapper which read: ‘To a night of dreams fulfilled, eat and enjoy ~Tricksy’. It smelled like chocolate to her and seemed tasty. Jen’s hint of doubt about it being poison passing as she popped the candy in her mouth. “Mmm, yum. Not exactly making my dreams come true good but nice. Sorry, Raxer. It was a treat for one,” she remarked to the disappointed canine.

The woman pet her dog as she sat down on the couch and picked up her tablet to continue the story she’d been reading. Raxer curled up at her feet to sleep. They were back to where they were before Fara’s knock at the door with no expectations for more visitors for a while. But barely five minutes passed and another unexpected visitor would itch and wiggle its way into the seat of Jen’s pink sweatpants.

“The hell is that?” Jen huffed when simply fidgeting her lower back into the couch didn’t cool the strange ache. She reached a hand back and was shocked to find her tailbone not just sticking out but elongated into an inch of bone and sweaty skin. Feeling it growing still startled Jen nearly out of her seat as she did a triple take. “Is that a tail?! I’m growing a tail?!” yelped Jen fearfully.

Jen tossed down her e-book and pulled down her pants and panties as she watched in disbelief as lengthy, mostly painless growth behind her. Her shock awoke Raxer and he dutifully nuzzled her thigh to try and calm her down. Embarrassed and in disarray, Jen pulled her pants back up and hurried to the bathroom. She shut the door right in Raxar’s nose . So while Jen went to the full length mirror the dog scratched the door to get in.

Yet as Jen glanced in the mirror for a better look at her backside she glimpsed the newly pointed tips of her ears poking out from her shoulder length hair. “What the hell is happening to me? A tail and now my ears?!” Jen fretted as an unnatural heat spread through her. Sweat was soon slicking most of her skin as she tried to grasp her body’s emerging changes. She pulled her hair back and saw both ears were morphing root to tip. Jen picked up on the dog-like resemblance either ear was taking on. Which sent a different sort of shiver through her. Coyly she asked no one, “Am I turning into a dog?”

Further confirmation was found in the twitching confines of Jen’s wool socks. Her soaring body temperature made removing the socks a relief. All of her toes but the big ones appeared plumper with the nails narrowed, dark, and presently extending. Her big toes were not just smaller but as Jen felt compelled to stand on the ball of her foot those toes slid further up her inner foot. Dark pads of puffed flesh formed on the sole at the bottoms of her toes too. Similar areas on the palm of her hand and tips fingers left Jen in the crazy position of accepting that she was turning into a dog.

The initial shock Jen felt melted away to a reflective moment where Fara’s promise of dark desires. Not that Jen would have ever admitted it to Fara or anyone, when taken with the fox woman’s words, it appeared that her fetish for canine transformations was magically being fulfilled. That’s why as her nose swelled and signs of new rows of breasts under her shirt made Jen horny, not scared. And as the transformation continued Jen’s excitement overrode doubts and most lingering fears.

“I am turning into a dog. That’s… wild,” Jen remarked with a slight grin.

Jen’s deep, dark fantasy to experience such a transformation often included dogs and some unwilling scenario using magic. She never thought magic, let alone the sort to make this happen, existed. That the changes were painless and Fara’s promise that the changes would be gone by morning allowed Jen to relish what was happening more and more. She’d let her sweat pants fall off her diminished lower body and removed her baggy shirt in order to see more of the changes unfolding in the mirror.

Four new rows of nipples with budding flesh under them sat under her actual breasts. Which had gotten smaller and sprouted chestnut brown fur like other parts of her body had. Getting her bra off with shifting hands and shoulders was no small task but Jen powered through. Last to come off were her panties. The front of which was soaked through from her own arousal. When they fell away, Jen’s reaction to seeing her swollen vulva and cunt so like that of a bitch in heat was a sexually charged moan and whimper. Jen started panting, her tongue longer, teeth sharper, lips darker, and couldn’t have been happier.

“I’m rrrreally liking this. It’s getting so hot in here,” Jen admitted.

She had her paws roughly planted either side of the mirror to keep her upright while her pelvis, hips, legs, and feet shifted towards four legs. Her desire to stay upright purely to soak as much of what was happening to her as she could. If this was a one off experience, Jen wanted to remember all of it. Just watching the patches of dark chocolate brown fur come in short and dense kept her glued to the mirror. The less and less of her human skin she saw, the bigger Jen’s smile got. Until she saw the closed door in reflection and the doorknob that would be hard to unlock for a dog.

“Oh crrrap. Gotta… hurrrrrry,” she growled to herself. Pushing herself off the wall with her barely recognizable hands, Jen could only turn herself around before falling predictably to all fours. “Crap! I didn’t think I changed that much. Gotta hurrrrry,” Jen encouraged herself.

The relatively short distance to the door across the tile floor passed with numerous pauses and having to wait out an arm or leg realigning. Jen’s transformation progressed rapidly below her neck and had her worried she wouldn’t be able to get herself out. She could hear Raxer on the other side of the door and saw his shadow pacing back and forth. But she could also smell him in ways that Jen was unprepared for. Jen had to brush off a mix of lust and instinct that the dog’s scent triggered to figure out how to work the lock with what she had.

When Jen reached the door it wasn’t easy for her to leap her front half up high enough. Her hands no longer had opposable thumbs or any proper fingers so Jen had to resort to her mouth to turn the door’s lock. The task was difficult enough with her transformation progressing but Raxer’s jumping on the other side caused Jen frustration amidst so much pleasure. Then as she finally got it unlocked and only had to depress the latch, Jen fully appreciated what she’d done.

“Got it!” cheered Jen as the latch finally clicked open.

In barged Raxer, sending Jen to the floor with only enough time to get her paws under her. She still landed clumsily and hadn’t got her bearings when Raxer saw the mix of owner and chocolate lab bitch. First he backed off but after some sniffing and recognizing on some level his owner’s face, Raxer came nearer with his tag wagging faster and faster.

“Hey boy. It’s… me. If you can belrrrieve it,” Jen said between her heavy pants.

The hair on her head was receding now and fur was trickling in there and onto her ears. Raxer licked her face and sniffed at her more closely. She merely stood there and let her shoulders, hips, arms, legs, and barreling chest shift into place. Feeling her rear end transform- tail tugging up, asshole tugging under it, and cunt even further under- brought more of those instincts that Jen had been able to brush aside before. Now with Raxer so close and interested in her, she knew her darkest desires weren’t fulfilled by the changes alone. That she was becoming the same breed as Raxer was no mistake.

It had taken less than fifteen minutes for the changes to progress to the point where Jen was physically a female dog from the neck down. And as the changes progressed up into her neck and head more, those carnal canine instincts grew. Jen was bashful but unflinching when she looked between Raxer’s legs and admired his furry balls, his sheath, and the red, throbbing member sliding out from it. The dogs in her fantasies were always random other dogs so it was unusual for Jen to find herself lusting for Raxer. Not that it could stop her moving to a better position and keeping her tail up as an invitation.

Jen was back in front of the mirror and not without reason. Aside from seeing her more fully transformed body, she mostly wanted a perfect view for what was certain to come. Her dog’s nose at her rump, it occurred to Jen her habit of procrastinating had stopped her getting Raxer fixed. She was very grateful for that as she quivered from his licks of her swollen sex.

“You rike that, Rrrraxerrr?” Jen asked in a barely human voice. “Grro on. Be a good boy,” coaxed the woman.

Raxer barked in response and just like that was mounting the hot and willing bitch.

“OoOoooOOOOOOoOOOO! AwwwoOOOOOooOOOO!” howled Jen when Raxer was able to thrust into her on one of his first strokes. Then proceeded to hump, forelegs gripped on her ribs, until every inch was inside her. The thrusting caused her muzzle to further form and push forward. Then with every horny thrust of Raxer’s hips, Jen’s witnessed her visage morph into that of a Labrador retriever. She sprouted whiskers, her mouth spread as it filled with sharper teeth and a long, wet tongue. Jen didn’t speak for a whole two minutes. When she tried again she could only bark and whine, which was more than enough for those moments.

Raxer’s knot swelled as Jen’s transformation raced towards its foregone conclusion. There was some shame, embarrassment, and Jen knew she’d have some regrets but the feelings were all too good to say no to. Raxer was clearly enjoying herself so Jen let herself savor the moment. Feeling him ejaculate gave her a deep sense of fulfillment that led to the third of her orgasms so far. The two collapsed in a panting heap, stuck together and neither fully grasping what just happened.

When enough time had passed and Raxer’s knot came down, the two could part and started a cycle of hanging out at dogs, getting a drink of water, playing around a bit until things got frisky, fucked, and then repeated. Jen was aware enough of her humanity to really savor her fantasy for the rest of the night. Thankful of the gift that Tricksy fox had brought her.

That wasn’t the fox’s only stop that night though…

*****

“What a strange person,” Will thought as he closed his front door, a treat from a strange fox woman in his hand.

“Who was that, hun? Kinda early for trick or treaters, isn’t it?” Grace, WIll’s girlfriend, called out from the kitchen.

“I’m not sure. They were dressed like some kind of kitsune, gave me candy, and then took all our sour candy. They were weird but the costume was well done,” Will answered loudly as he went back into the den. He unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth without a second thought.

“Huh? A woman dressed like a fox gave you candy? What color was she?” Grace questioned in a shout.

“They were purple and- wait, how did you know it was a she?” Will asked with a chuckle while sitting back in his recliner.

There was a short silence before Grace asked, “Did you eat the treat she gave you?”

“Yeah, so?” Will said with an unexpected lisp. Brought on by a strange tingling of his tongue and upper lip. “What the? What’s wrong with my voice?” he asked with an even more pronounced lisp.

Will ran his finger over his upper lip and quickly took out his phone to be sure he wasn’t crazy. Sure enough the center of his upper lip had split and curled up to his slightly protruding and pink nose. The changes did not stop there as the two sides of his upper lip swelled, dark spots appeared with each wanting to sprout, more of his nose turned a velvety pink, and sharpening front teeth. A subtle pointing of the tops of his ears and actual sprouting of whiskers from his upper lip furthered an impossible to ignore feline resemblance.

The phone tumbled out of Will’s hand as he rose quickly and almost fell right back. His legs felt like warm jello while the rest of him felt hot and kinda itchy. “Grace! I need help! Something’s happening!” he called out to his girlfriend in a lisping, swallow voice.

While he waited for Grace to answer or hurry to his aid, Will’s feline transformation tugged at more parts of his body. A twitch as the base of his spine, tingling fingertips, tensing scrotum, tightness in his throat, looseness in clothes that fit a few minutes ago, painless cramping in his toes, and once the dizziness passed, signs that he had shrunk. This all in a matter of two minutes. Will couldn't keep his hands still as they discovered the tail he was growing, the fur on his belly, and the partial sheath covering the base of his very hard cock.

He wasn’t surprised so much about the erection (feline transformation being a very secret fetish of his that Will hadn’t even told his girlfriend about) but everything else sure was. Will didn’t make the connection to the treat he’d eaten and what the fox woman said about dark desires. So he watched the pads forming on his palms and tips of his shrinking fingers thinking, for some unknown reason, he was turning into a cat and he couldn’t stop it.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no! Help! I’m shrinking! Grace, I’m turning into a, a, a-” Will stammered as he tried to run to his girlfriend. He tripped on his sock and the drooping hem of his jeans on only his second step and fell with no cat-like grace. A sock came off, his pants slid down around his knees, and his loose shirt rode up to his chest. Will got to all fours wanting to stand back up. A quick check of himself and he didn’t think he’d be walking on two legs ever again.

“Where is Grace? Why isn’t she here? If she doesn’t hurry…” worried Will while beholding his furry, shrinking feline frame. His arms and legs were shorter, slighter, and showed signs of being closer to a cat's bearing. Stifle and hock, elongated feet and sharpen claws, tufts of chestnut brown fur grew in thick and long down his inner thighs and belly; Will saw his body melded from man to housecat effortlessly before his very eyes. Eyes that were themselves changed to black slit on emerald green irises. “Grace?” he cried out in a weak, lisping, barely human voice.

Stepping out of his socks, pants, and ultimately his boxers too, Will thought of his transformation fetish for the first time. The thought stirred up as his balls, new sheath slowly encased in that rich brown fur, and his throbbing cock turning a reddish-pink. Arousal stirred his loins in these moments, making him think about his hidden desire more. He thought it was pre-cum dripping out watery from the pointed head of his cock. It was really the whole of his human sperm. Which was emptied so his testicles could churn with his new feline seed. So as the dripping stopped and fleshy barbs emerged from the sides of Will penis, it also retracted back into his sheath. Barely human any more by that point.

Bouts of dizziness intensified as steam rose from Will’s body losing so much mass in such a short period of time. A feeling like his body was contracting inward didn’t feel like it would end until he was a kitten. The big shrink did end but with him on the bigger end of the housecat spectrum. A chestnut brown and gray Maine Coon. A fact he wouldn’t know until the transformation had run its course. Something Will was closer to than he may have believed.

Will had been average height and weight for a guy his age. He’d dropped to twenty pounds and three feet long when you included the plume of fur his tail was becoming. The fur would take the longest to grow in and kept the magic sensations going with Will unaware he was otherwise fully cat. His wits were mostly human from what he discerned in the heat of the moment. But there were definite urges and what amounted to feline instincts pushing him to bathe himself and maybe nap. Those were easier for him to handle than the ones making him wanting to go on the prowl for a mate. Shutting his eyes, Will concentrated on keeping his human thoughts while worrying about shrinking that wouldn’t come.

At the fifteen minute mark of the transformation Grace appeared and very carefully entered the den. She spied her boyfriend’s shed pieces of clothing and then saw what had become of her boyfriend wiggling around inside of a t-shirt. Grace’s loud gasp at the sight of him started Will the Maine Coon cat who immediately froze. He all but expected her to scream in abject horror but when her hands fell away, Grace was happy crying.

“Look at you! So this is your deep, dark fantasy? To be a housecat? Why did you never tell me?” Grace asked with a playful anger as she knelt down beside him. “I always thought you were holding back in the kink department but I wasn’t expecting this when you mentioned a purple fox woman. But I want you to know,” she told Will, helping him out of his shirt as the last of his fluff filled out, “I’m not mad about this. Actually I’m really happy that we finally have something we can share. But we can talk about that later. You only get tonight like this so let’s make it a fun one, okay?”

Grace’s reaction somehow was more stunning for Will than his actual transformation. She’d regale him as his change finished and she brought him a bowl of water about how the treat he’d been given unlocked his deepest fantasies. Details she knew from her own experience years before they ever met. Will had a lot more questions and would get the answers over the course of the night and in the days, weeks, and years to come. For now when she asked what he wanted to do it was nothing more than sitting in her lap, getting pets, and watching a movie like they had planned. There was more Will wanted to do in his time as a cat… but he was content to purr, sprawl on his girlfriend’s lap, and hear all about her Halloween as a mouse.

*****

“Ohhhhhh, king sized candy bars?!” Fara gushed when Drew presented her the plastic cauldron.

“Take as many as you like! It’s not often I’m given a treat that unlocks my deepest desire,” joked the man wearing a cheap, plush, store bought cow costume. Complete with plastic udder and fake ear tag. He was happy enough to go along with Fara’s boast about the treat’s magic. Drew certainly wanted to believe her as he could imagine lots of desires he’d love to live out he would tell a soul.

Fara carefully selected five different types of king sized candy bar and then held them to her chest with a deep reverence. “I shall remember this, Drew. It’s rare a Tricksy fox leaves this night in anyone’s debt. This Tricksy Fox thanks you twice and twice more, Drew! Enjoy my milk chocolate treat!” the fox woman conveyed affectionately. Then scampered away down the apartment hallway.

“Have a good night, Fara! Happy Halloween!” Drew waved goodbye and went back inside his apartment smirking from the odd interaction. He thought it would make a good story for the Halloween party he was attending in a few hours. Anything to get over his inability to make smalltalk.

Drew went back to his computer and the game he had been playing to kill time until he left. He’d already been snacking and was happy to try the fox’s strange treat before snacking on more caramel popcorn. The chocolatey flavor lingered on his tongue in the best kind of way. With no roommate or partner, Drew was all by his lonesome as the fox’s tricksy magic seeped its way into his system. His deepest, darkest desire wasn’t so unexpected in Drew’s costume choice.

A warm tingling down over his chest, slight gut, crotch and thighs mingled with the heat that Drew already felt from his costume being worn over clothing. Easy enough to blame the discomfort and increase in sweat on those layers added by having socks, jeans, and a long sleeved shirt. As more of the magic spread throughout his body, Drew fidgeted in his seat more and was forced to sit up over his usual slouching. He did notice his ass was a squisher than usual but again, no alarm bells rang. Tightening clothes, itching, a full body sweat, and something wiggling in the seat of pants didn’t distract him from his game. It would take something more dramatic for Drew to see what sort of night he was in for.

Just below Drew’s rounder gut and roughly beneath the pink plastic udder of the costume sprouted four nipples in a square formation. These nipples would engorge and elongate into teats upon a ballooning excess of veiny flesh. In a minute it went from some dimples to burgeoning udder with no room to grow. To Drew it felt like it had happened a lot faster than that. He rolled his chair back feeling he udder wobble and try to sag. Spreading his legs helped accommodate it as Drew was no longer ignorant that something was happening to him.

“What is going on with me? What is that thing?” a bewildered Drew wondered as he peered down at himself. He poked the udder through the costume. Each one he reacted to with a shiver and spurt of growth that pushed his taut clothing to the breaking point. Frightened, Drew tried to reach for the zipper on his back when the plastic udder popped off under his desk. Out of the hole swelled a very real bovine udder with visible mammaries and teats. He pushed his shirt up and pants down to mid-thigh in order to have room. “Is that… an udder? Is that growing from me?”

Seeing and feeling with his hands that it was a part of him sparked Drew giving attention to those other areas of him that felt off. Just sitting there he saw how much thicker, and downright curvy, his figure had become. His hips and ass were two places but he had budding breasts visible through his shirt and costume. Even his hands were swollen, his skin puffy and nails black as tar. Finally the twitching of his nose intensified into gentle tugging that broadened his entire face in the process. Nostrils flared larger with every breath as the magic’s transformative power flowed into Drew’s lips and jaw. Allowing his nose’s forward growth to form the vaguest of muzzles. A partial reflection of his genuine bovine visage in the computer screen made Drew’s heart flutter.

It fluttered more as Drew connected the dots; the Tricksy fox’s words, her promise of hidden desires fulfilled, the treat, and his growing resemblance to an anthropomorphic heifer; and understood that he was in for an unforgettable night. Drew had a good idea what he was in for and made every effort to enjoy the coming transformation to the fullest.

“I am transforming into her… Holy shit, holy shit!” Drew delighted, bouncing up and down in his chair. He stopped when the chair creaked loudly from his surging weight. So Drew stood up not knowing that his feet hadn’t been spared changes either. There was no feeling in his toes as they’d all merged or were of his toes as he fumbled to stand on the beginnings of cloven hooves. They weren’t quite there yet though so Drew had to brace his hands on the desk to stay upright. “Oof, this is really something. Hooves, udder, my face…” Drew moaned as his muzzle extended. Rips and holes were opening all over his costume and clothing and from one in the back unfurled seven inches of thick cow tail. “And a tail? Oh yes! Keep gooOOOOOOooooOOOing!”

The positively bovine bellow echoed over the tearing sounds of Drew’s body outgrowing its confines. Drew wiggled and shook his ass while spreading his legs to help his pants and lower portion of the costume to disintegrate faster. Having more functional hooves and hocks also helped relieve himself of constraints. Since his hands were morphing into a three fingered, hoof-tipped variant, the clothes on his upper body hung around longer. The inside the hood of his costumes got very crowded. His ears were stretching and curling, his short brown hair lengthened and curled, and so did a pair of stubby heifer horns. Which ripped holes for themselves where the costume had none.

Any discomfort brought on by the changes or their sudden appearance paled to the joy Drew felt. The bovine side is only part of what made the transformation very willing for Drew. The udder, the curves, the heaving breasts on his chest, the curly brunette hair spilling out his head, and the absence of the erection he knew he’d be having were features Drew embraced on a deeper, more satisfying level. Once his hands were useful and he could stand without aid, he got to picking off scraps of his shirt and costume.

The more he saw of his body the more he fell in love with himself. He discovered fine brown hairs, ranging from dark chestnut to eggshell, that befit the Jersey heifer influence Drew pictured for her. It didn’t itch so much as it grew down his back, tail, ass, and thighs to start. Sliding his hand down his fat, girly ass allowed for an informal inspection of his crotch. Drew found a slightly puckered asshole and a moist vaginal slit.

“OhhhhhooooOOooOOOOO,” Drew moaned as he withdrew his clumsily fingers and stood up straight. Drew had the confidence to embrace that he was now she openly. That meant Drew could really let himself be her now. That meant Clover, Drew’s internalized fantasy self,

“I gotta find a mirror so I can- Eeep! My voice! It’s all… cute and girly with a side, heh, mooOOOoOOOOOOO!” Clover moo convincingly after hearing how the transformation altered her voice. The pitch much more to Clover’s ear than the old.

Clover only had one mirror in the house and that was in the bathroom over the medicine cabinet. As a 6’10”, three-hundred ninety pound, curvy, Jersey heifer woman with a budding udder, Clover had a lot of trouble getting a proper view of herself. What she could see she adored. Much of her figure had filled out and she really only lacked a coat, a full set of enlarged, bovine teeth, and a big enough udder. The hairs would need a few more minutes and Clover’s udder stopped growing at the point of a beach ball. The teeth that lagged behind caught up and her mouth, tongue and juicy lips too, were finally magic tingle free.

The heifer woman modeled herself an hour past the end of the transformation. Clover found new angles, poses, and even liked watching as she milked her excess into the sink. Relieving tension from more than just her udder. Years of wishing to be Clover had been granted out of the blue by that strange purple fox lady.

A night would have been wonderful for Drew but not Clover. The party that night hadn’t slipped her mind. She had every intention of going as a cow, the same as Drew. Only her costume was leagues better. Clover just needed to cover her private areas and she could take the short walk up a few floors to where the party was. All that she found that fit was an apron and a cow patterned thong she just so happened to have. Before going out she checked herself out in the mirror one last time.

“Stay a few hours, knock everyone's socks off, see if I can get buzzed, come back, and play with this body until I pass out. Screw work tomorrow. Clover doesn’t have a job anyway,” she remarked as she corralled her massive tits under the apron. The words ‘High Steaks Chef’ stretched across the front. That the apron wasn’t long enough to cover anything but the top of the udder was a bonus in Clover’s big brown eyes. “All right, let’s go win a costume party!” Clover cheered, smacking her ass for good measure.

Leading to by far the best night of Clover or Drew’s life by several gallons.

*****

Jen woke up human the next day, in her bed, with Raxer slumbering at her feet.

Will woke up human the next day, laying naked with his clothed girlfriend.

Drew woke up human the next day, laying naked in his bed smelling of stale milk and heifer-orgasms.

Their memories of their nights came to them as they realized it had all really happened. Their changes and what they did after indelibly linked to each of them and left a mark.They’d got to live out their deepest fantasies with no ill-effects but the weight of their experience. All three also bore a more telling mark of their encounter with certain Tricksy Fox: a pair of fuzzy purple fox ears appeared tattooed behind their real ears. Will’s girlfriend Grace had the same, marking them out as the rare few that got to taste what their deepest desires tasted like.

But only Drew also woke up to four more wrapped treats on his nightstand. With it there was a small note which read: ‘A fox settles her debts ~F’.

Clover soon woke up, very naked, in Drew’s bed, after deciding to treat herself to some more well deserved fantasy time.