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“Deiser, we should probably go back…” James tugged against his friend’s arm, trailing behind his friend’s steps. After a party, they were supposed to sneak back into their dorms, but Deiser suggested that they should take a shortcut. One that cuts straight through this abandoned mansion. With gravestones and crows in their yard. Deiser glanced back, laughing. “Seriously, what are you scared of James? Unless you believe in ghosts and spirits or some shit.” “No but like…” A chill breeze brushed against his neck, causing the larger guy to shriek. “Seriously, let’s just go back!” Deiser’s eyes arched up. “Damn James, didn’t think our school’s star quarterback could be such a wuss.” “Hey! You take that back!” “Am I wrong?” The smaller nerd grabbed his phone out, flashing a ‘2:13’ in the morning. He yawned. Even with this shortcut, they will still reach back at three. His eyes glanced at the mansion. Hmmmm, it wasn't like anyone was going to be here. “Say, why don't we sleep here tonight?” “Here? Are you crazy?” “Scared already?” James took the lead, immediately opening the doors of the mansion. A chill breeze passed through his larger body, sending shivers down his spine. “Fine by me! If you get hurt, it's not my problem.” “Pfft. Yeah right,” Deiser said, rolling his eyes. Stepping foot inside the mansion, he gasped at its size. Using his phone for light, he spotted a large chandelier hung from the roof with two flights of stairs, leading to the second level, while a path opened led straight to the living hall. Dust puffed up, causing James to sneeze, echoing through its lonely hall. “Woah.” Walking deeper into the building, Deiser swirled in the middle. “Should’ve done this so much earlier!” James crept behind him. “Ok fine, what’s the plan for this?” “Guess we explore and sleep.” “In here?” “Duh. Unless you want to continue through the woods to get to our college.” James sighed. “Fine.” He stood beside Deiser. “Let’s get expl-” “Pfft, let’s just split. This place is too big for both of us to explore together.” “Isn’t that a bad idea…?” James said, watching his friend climb up the left stairs. His friend echoed a ‘what’ back as he slumped his shoulders. Typical Deiser. He flicked his phone for light, exploring the right wing of the mansion. Meanwhile, Deiser gingerly walked through the halls. So many old paintings. He wondered how much he could make if he sold all of them. The door creaked from his little push as he spotted a wide bed, covered in dust and cobwebs. Bah! He slept on floors before, this was nothing. Entering the room, he continued exploring, opening the cupboards and wardrobes for any jewels. The chilly wind followed, slamming the door shut. A shiver went down his spine. Alright, this was nothing. What were ghosts going to do to him? Beat him up? They couldn’t even touch him. He continued to open the dusty doors until he found a pile of bones. Bones that glowed in the spaces between them, like purple flames. Out of curiosity (maybe a little tired at this point), he poked at one of the bones, only for it to float up, covered in flames. It has been so long since I had a host and now I shall be reborn again! A ghastly feminine voice spoke into Deiser’s mind, chilling the entire room. Lights flickered within the room. Deiser stepped back and immediately headed for the door. Only to find it completely sealed off, unable to budge. He kept banging against the knob over with his voice completely stolen. Immediately, other bones gathered, merging together to form a monstrous skull that dropped right on top of his head. He lifted against the skull, trying to break free out yet it was too heavy. His glasses fell to the ground while his eyes now glowed red in the eye sockets. Now my host, I will kindly reform you into my shape. And maybe this time, I’ll survive without those pesky hunters. “Stop this!” Deiser shouted, this time at a higher pitch. Do not worry. I will give you one last mercy of a climax. This is the least I could do. Climax? What climax was it talking about? An invisible barrier now formed around his new face. Blocking any attempts to stop the merge between his human bones and this new skull. Regaining his balance, Deiser tried to process what was happening to him. Inches upon inches were added to his short figure with muscles bulking up around his arms and legs. His clothes ripped, now revealing his naked body, causing him to cover it up with his hands. It felt good though. Good to feel this strong and muscular like how James was. He stepped around the floor, adjusting to his new centre of gravity. Memories of his past were being replaced by a feral past. One filled with grief and anguish. They must pay. But who were they? He wasn’t quite sure… Just rewriting your memories to fit mine. After all, I’m taking over your body. “Wait, you can’t just do th-” Deiser rubbed against his throat, noticing the fuller feminine words. “Stop this! Please!” The spirit went silent. Deiser sighed. Looking down now, he unintentionally flexed his arm. Damn, he was strong. Stronger than James even with these muscles. He needed them to kill any of his foe after all. For he required blood an- what the hell was he thinking? The next changes concentrated around his human head. His own bones began merging with the new skull encasing him with new blood vessels, connecting them. He desperately tried to get under the bones but with that barrier up, he was all but helpless to his fate. Soon, his lips pulled out, directly to his new skull face. His vision went dark; covered in snow and dead trees, his mind played back the spirit’s memories like he was experiencing it. Curved horns now sprouted out from his skull face. His ears however widened and curved within his original face, coated in dark fur as it flopped out. It twitched to life once Deiser broke out of his memories. He glanced down at himself. Fur sprouted and grew from the sides of his torso. Pinching against it only revealed that it wasn’t a dream. He groaned and snarled. He could see his damn maw, opening up and sharpening his teeth. What sort of monster was he becoming? A Wendigo my dear. A strong mighty one that demands respect from all that sees her. Her? He gasped. Drool dripping off from the side of his maw, slurring out, “Huhhhh? Herrr? But I’m a guy!” Look again. His eyes widened, watching how his hair grew down — all the way to the floor. It covered his larger back completely. He unraveled the mess behind but failed to notice how his hips widened out as his ass curved upwards. And those weren’t the only curves he had. On his chest, his nipples swelled up while his flat chest curved into humps. Small molderable ones. Panic kicked in. As fur continued to grow, he slammed against the door, trying to get James help. This wasn’t normal and he had to change it. The door soon fell. As the sound echoed through the manor, the thick dark fur enveloped Deiser fully. The only human part was his throbbing cock. Fuck… how could he even get hard from his breasts and wide ass? He shambled through the doorway. Memories of his identity as Deiser burnt to crisps. With each step, his legs grew larger and bigger while his feet shrunk deeper. Toes merged into one another. From across the mansion, James was terrified. Why the hell did he hear snarls from across the building? Must be Deiser’s stupid pranks or something, right? Loud stomps only confirmed his hypothesis as he tried to locate the exit. But the mansion was a labyrinth and he was utterly lost. Taking his phone out, he tried to call Deiser but nobody picked up. Fuck, he really committing to this bit? James held his breath. Only hoping for the stomps to finally end. “Me..? Get… out…” Deiser rubbed against his head. “Please!” A single tear dripped from the monstrous appearance. Sorry. But why don’t you give yourself a little rub? Don’t you want to enjoy this body while you can? He glanced down. His breasts could smother a man alive. Images of James pleasing him appeared for a bright blush to appear on his face. What the fuck was wrong with him? That thought was all the spirit needed. Immediately, hijacking one of his hands, it fondled against his breasts. Deiser squeaked and squirmed, falling to the floor. It felt good. Really fucking good to have his tits massaged. Passing by some mirrors, he stroked against his boner. Fuck… he was so sexy. She was so sexy with her claws and skull face. Especially around her muscles. Fondling against her softer fur, she could only growl from the pleasure. A few more changes took place beneath the sensations: Her little tail began to sprout from her tailbone, wagging up and down. She stuck her tongue out, brandishing those sharp fangs into the mirror. As well as her feet now forming into thick hardened hooves. Distinctive equine hooves. Fogged by all of her new sensations (around her tits and cock), the person known as Deiser was hanging by the threads. Did it really matter that she was a guy before this? Actually, why did she have all these memories of some drunk college kid? She shook her head. Now shifting her attention to her cock, she rubbed it faster and quicker. Just a bit more and she could cum. Cum her brains out and… and… Her hands massively covered that small boner. Her tits jerked back and forth while she continued to stroke it. Her nut sack had now merged completely, splitting apart into becoming her entrance to her womanhood. Pheromones leaked out throughout the corridor with her musk. The pressure drove her insane while her cock moved above her new cunt. And there it suddenly stopped. She glanced down, opening her legs to see her cock now becoming her clitoris. Instead, it reignited deep within her pussy, sending her into a frenzy. With the slightest scent of James, she growled, standing back up. By this point, Deiser had been completely replaced by her: The Wendigo. Charging into the other wing, her stomps shook the whole mansion. She felt free. Powerful and especially horny now. Her sense of smell overflowed her body. She could smell everything now, including the air outside the mansion and James’ fear. Finally, she spotted James, hiding in a corner shivering. For such a huge man, it was a pity to see his muscles wasted by his cowardice. Might as well fix that along the way. She grabbed behind James with her claws digging into his skin. Immediately, he screamed, twisting left and right to get out of her grasp. It was futile of course. “What the hell are you? Get me out! Don’t eat me!” He scrambled, flailing his legs. Like a cute little doe. A doe that could please her. Her claws drew blood as the strong quarterback felt weak. Was this how he died? In front of this… busty Wendigo? A bulge pressed against his pants with a faint blush showing. Was he horny right now in front of this monster? “Oh James, I won’t be eating you, silly.” “How did you know my name?” His voice rose a note up in pitch. Gulping down, he hadn’t realized how her magic was affecting him, from how his Adam’s Apple merged deep into his throat. “Gah! Please!” She sunk him deep into her fur where his hands naturally fondled her breasts. Even his hands couldn’t cup them fully. Lust took over his fear as he glanced up at her. Fuck… she was so damn hot… “Look at you, Jamie. You’ll be better as my mate, wouldn’t you say?” She snarled back with a naughty wink. The man hesitated with a lingering question behind his mind: What happened to Deiser? Her maw dove into his lips in that hesitation. Immediately, the blood on James’ arms glowed, etching into his skin as tattoos while purple warm flames were ignited. His muscles simmered down while her claws moved behind his neck, pulling him closer. She took the lead, immediately playing with his tongue and explored deep inside his mouth. He followed along cautiously. His mind screaming how much of a bad idea this was… why the fuck was he making out with this monster when his friend was no where to be found? Slowly, feminine features crept around his face. What was once his sharp jawline became a softer smaller one. Brown fur sprouted with white fur acting as freckles to his smaller face. His teeth however sharpened into little tiny fangs as his jaws grew out and protruded forward. He squirmed, staring into her crimson eyes. She was objectively terrifying but it only made her sexier. Like he was meant to be her little mate. Just imagine her protecting her. Or what if she turned that aggression towards him? Spanking and making him a submissive lover? More of his muscles smoothened into his bones. While his tailbone nudged against the end of his spine, the other bones merged into one another, slowly reducing his height an inch at a time. His memories were eroding within this lustful haze. The Wendigo pulled herself out of it. She growled. She wanted more. More pleasure, especially from this puny doe. That moment allowed James to notice how much weaker he was. His clothes were so much baggier and looser with his smaller shoulders and muscles. “Wait, wait. Stop this!” He squeaked between breaths. As his nipples rubbed against his clothes, he let out a softer feminine moan. This couldn’t be possible. Her partner wasn’t so kind. Shoving James to the ground, her claws ripped his shirt to shreds and revealed his shrinking body. James instantly covered his groins as he averted eye contact with the beast. His face blushing harder with his maw in sight; the brown coat of fur was coating him up but he couldn’t stop the changes. The Wendigo scratched her fur before leaning into his nipples. Her words slurred together in the heat. “Mate… sexy… submissive…” James let out a ‘what’ before Wendigo's tongue brushed against his nipples. An effeminate moan escaped with his nipples swelling up. His flat chest turned molded into humps where she kept licking on his new breasts. Under the pleasure, the man was losing himself. With each squirm, he could only remember being her little mate. How she had saved him from some hunters outside in the woods. And how he swore to become hers forever. Like a pair of melons, James’ breasts jiggled from every jerk. Down under, his hips widened as more of his bosom grew out. Surprisingly, he kept his cock though shorter and smaller. The Wendigo’s claws brushed against his face. “Name… now…?” “I’m Jame-hic!” His voice now a higher pitched female’s one, interrupted by his Mistress’ grip on her cheeks. “Jamie!” Smiling widely, the Wendigo let up. She turned around with her hips raised up to show her puffy pussy and wagging tail. With a snap, chains materialised from Jamie’s runes. The Wendigo tugged against them, growling, “Fuck me now!” On cue, the smaller doe shoved her cock deep into her. She had to use most of her strength else her Mistress couldn’t feel a thing. With each shove, her feet hardened into hooves just like her Mistress alongside her little horns above her head. More akin to stubs than horns. Her womanhood unveiled itself soon after, right underneath her cock. Once Jamie got into the rhythm, her Mistress groaned in glee, pulling the chains closer. The doe’s assets bumped out a tad bit more as her memories piece themselves together. While her Mistress hunted for food behind the woods, she took care of the mansion, ensuring that no pesky people would interrupt them. “Harder!” Her Mistress slammed, jolting Jamie to increase her pace. In out. In out. Her boner stretched out further – as its only purpose was to please her Mistress. Little images of what her Mistress could do to her later flashed with her knees growing weak. Finally, the pressure overwhelmed the little doe, releasing her cum deep inside of her. Jamie had a soft moan out while her Mistress howled within the manor. The doe dismounted off of her Mistress, gasping for air. Pleasure overwhelmed their minds, further cementing their new identities. Her Mistress stood up, groaning and snarling as she glanced down at Jamie. She raised her eyebrows. “Go…good girl.” Like instinct, Jamie opened her legs out. There, she pleaded, “Pl…please…” And the Wendigo obliged, reliving their first night together once more~ After that night, they adjusted to their new lives rather quickly. Some foreplay in the morning with Jamie getting her fat tits fondled with her Mistress licking her groins that moved onto them doing their work — Jamie had to maintain the place via cleaning it up or doing regular human stuff (like taxes or legal stuff) while her Mistress hunted for food. When lunch arrived, both will feast on whatever animal her Mistress had hunted down. Usually, it was something small like squirrels, plants (Jamie’s insistence) or rodents. Sometimes, there could be foxes, deers and even humans that decided to trespass their manor. Of course, her Mistress would want her little fuck session. And once that was over, they would snuggle up and have a little break. Finally at night, they continue eating the food hunted down before her Mistress would fuck her once more. As a year passed, her Mistress was recently a little grumpier than usual, claiming that she had weird cravings. She said it was probably the flu or something. One look at her bloated belly however told a different story. Guess they were getting a new member to their little family~