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Catherine Booker had to think fast. Rufaro and Tendai were clawing and jumping at the flimsy gate to the kitchen, and they were after Chipo. Normally, she would just yell "Aiwa!" at the two dogs and push them away from the young bitch, but that had become significantly more difficult...

...now that Catherine had turned into a dog.

Catherine glanced at the door to the front yard, but there was no way she could open it with just her teeth. Besides, would the great outdoors actually be any safer for Chipo? The Rhodesian Ridgeback was in heat, and her owner, ZeZe, was planning to breed her with Tendai in three days. If she came home to find the bitch knocked up by Rufaro or some mutt on the street, Catherine was certain the Zimbabwean wouldn't be of a mind to help her transformed dog-sitter.

No, if she was going to get out of this mess, she needed the African witch on her side. She had to do_whatever it takes_ to keep Rufaro away from Chipo, and ideally to stop Tendai too, and there was only one place in the house safe enough for Chipo (and for herself) - the kennel.

What Catherine would do for the next three days, she'd have to worry about once they were safely locked up. There was a water bowl in the cage that would be able to hold them out at worst, but...

No time for that! The gate was already starting to twist in the doorway. The middle-aged woman shook her head clear, only to realize that Chipo was standing near the gate with her rump swivelled toward the males, egging them on! Getting the horny bitch to go into the kennel at all was going to be a lot harder than she thought...

Catherine trotted forward, finding four legs a little tricky, but surprisingly stable. The skirt that still clung to her canine hips was a little annoying, but not worth dealing with in the heat of the moment. She tried to shove her body against the gate to hold in place for more time to think, but that only loosened its grip on the doorway.

Like it or not, the males were coming in.

There was no time to plan. When the gate came tumbling down, she jumped out of the way, ears wincing from the surprisingly loud clatter. She glanced up to see the malamute wagging his tail and circling Chipo. Growling, Catherine launched herself between the two, shoving the Ridgeback through the door into the living room.

The males had just spent the last two minutes barging into the kitchen, but when their target went past them, the kitchen was forgotten. They chased Chipo, and Catherine did everything she could to stay between the dogs. No easy task, since Chipo was also trying to meet the boys.

She changed her tactic. Keeping Rufaro and Tendai distracted was going to be impossible. She whirled on Chipo, baring her teeth and growling, and it worked. The startled bitch hopped back toward the open kennel, ears flat. Catherine took a step forward, teeth gleaming.

Her grimace vanished as she dropped her jaw. With her back turned, Tendai had taken the opportunity to sniff_her. Catherine felt his cold, wet nose beneath her tail, which almost shocked her into paralysis. Sure, there'd been some sexists at the office with a misplaced comment, but none of them had ever groped her, and this was a far cry above that! And if she'd wondered whether she was also in heat, that question was answered when the nosy Ridgeback lowered his muzzle and gave her a big, wet_liiiiick.

Catherine's ears went straight up, the floppy tips bobbing loosely. She hopped up in the air, which only served to startle Chipo even more. When the faux dog stepped forward a second time, Chipo whined and darted for the kennel.

Thank God! Catherine thought, hackles raised at the indignity she'd just suffered. She might have turned to snarl at Tendai, but Rufaro was already on Chipo's tail. Digging her paws into the carpet, Catherine darted forward, slamming her much smaller body against the Malamute yearling.

She just bounced off of him. Yelping, she clambered to her feet and managed to trip up the eager male, giving her just enough time to walk broadside Rufaro and block the way to the open kennel. Chipo was crouched inside the safe haven (Catherine had a 60% chance to protect Chipo - 48, success), and Catherine knew that while she couldn't lock the kennel, she could push or pull the door closed.

One down, me to go, she thought. She had a huge advantage over Chipo in that she didn't _want_to be bred, but the middle-aged woman didn't fancy three days of growling off the randy dogs. She had to get in that kennel.

Rufaro whimpered at the strange, new dog that kept blocking his access to Chipo's goods, but fortunately he was more surprised or scared by Catherine than he was desperate for a piece of tail. Tendai was sniffing after Catherine herself, so she didn't waste any more time. She dashed for the kennel, amazed at how well the plan worked!

Just as her paws were crossing the threshold, she got yanked backwards. One of the dogs!? Catherine flopped forward, hitting her head on the black floor of the kennel before the swaying door creaked and she was flung backwards. Blinking, confused, Catherine looked over her shoulder to see what had snagged her.

The skirt! She'd darted too close to the wire door, and one of the wires (probably chewed on by one of the dogs) was sticking out. The pointed wire dug into her skirt, pulling it taut and holding the unlucky woman in place. She tugged again, but the skirt wouldn't budge, wrapped tightly around the mesh of the door and her own waist.

Rufaro tried to take this opportunity to squeeze past Catherine into the kennel, but she was at least still able to block the door. She shoved herself in the way, and even the large Malamute couldn't dislodge her from the door.

Tendai, however, was content with what was outside the kennel. Catherine's eyes went wide when she realized the predicament she was now in. With her rump hung up on the kennel door, she couldn't go forward, with Tendai sniffing behind her, she couldn't go backward, and when she tried to squirm, her skirt held her neatly in place. She couldn't even lie down to protect herself. The only thing stopping him now was her thin, brown tail.

(Catherine had at 20% chance to protect herself - 46, failure).

Oh, shit...! was all she could think before Tendai realized that her tail was basically useless. Normally quite a deliberate person, Catherine Booker found herself entirely unable to think, especially when Tendai's large, wet tongue slathered her quivering spade. The soft, throbbing flesh yielded easily to the Ridgeback's slippery organ, sliding deep inside the former woman.

Overwhelmed, she only whimpered and thrashed where she stood, tongue dangling out of her own mouth as the sensations shot down her spine like a mac truck. She'd had lovers in college, of course, but none had ever been so kind as to focus on_her_ needs. She shuddered at the sense of violation, but despite that, she felt her tail splay straight to the side.

Definitely...in...heat... she groaned. She was no expert on dogs, but how else could she explain the electric reaction she was having around Tendai's inquisitive tongue? As far as she knew, only one or two animals (what was it, dolphins?) had sex for pleasure. Tendai wanted her because he thought she could bear his pups.

Could I? she gasped, drooling now as the loud sluuuuurp, schlooooorp, sluuuuuush of his licks rang through her head. The potion had to be magic - there was no scientific explanation for what had happened to her. She could only guess what the spell could do, or how long it would last. She had to get out of this!

And yet, she could think of nothing. She had no choice now, trapped in place. The only choice she really had was whether to keep blocking the kennel door, or to let Rufaro in with Chipo. She bit her lip and stayed put. At least she'd managed to protect the dog!

Leave me alone... she pleaded, but her wishes only had the opposite effect, if anything. Rufaro, frustrated and bored with trying to get to Chipo instead edged in alongside Tendai. Catherine yipped as she suddenly felt a_second_ tongue flicking underneath her tail.

The males didn't fight over her, content to lick her together, each tongue pressing against her heat-swollen mound before pushing ever so gently inside. They switched randomly from alternating, to licking together, spreading her trembling pussy wide as they ate her out.

"Hnnnnnnggg!" she whined, the pitch high and loud enough to hurt her own ears. She could hardly believe she was trapped as two dogs had their way with her. Without warning, she found herself bucking up and down, squeezing hard at those thick, agile tongues. Somehow, the humiliation of debasing herself for these animals wasn't enough to overcome the sheer pleasure that even now traced every cell in her body.

If only that were the end of it.

Catherine knew better, and sure enough, Tendai grew unsatisfied with the arrangement. With a growl and a snap at the younger, larger Malamute, the Ridgeback started to climb onto Catherine's back. She kicked and struggled but only managed to swing the kennel door a few inches, her skirt holding her rump neatly aloft.

I can stop this, she told herself. Her brain tried to ignore the soft fur of his belly as Tendai scaled her small form. She could use a claw and tear the skirt. She could swing the door closed and wedge inside the kennel. She could snap at Tendai and scare him off. She could...

But the Rhodesian Ridgeback was already wrapped around her hips. She shivered, her burning pussy still dripping between their saliva and her unbidden arousal. Yelping, she forgot all her plans and looked over her shoulder, glancing below Tendai to see his rapidly approaching cock. He was half-swollen already, the bright, glistening, red flesh aimed right for her puffed-up hole. _I can't believe I'm about to get fucked by a_dog.

This time, she was right on. Tendai wasted no time with his hot bitch, hopping forward until his pointed tip was brushing neatly against her bouncing spade. Though Catherine squealed in protest, the dog had no idea that she wasn't as into it as he was. Most bitches would just turn away from an eager stud.

A strange thought entered her head the moment before the unthinkable happened. She thought, This ends a three year dry spell... She had been so focused on her career that she hadn't been on a date for that long. She failed to see the humor in her own thought, though.

"Awwooooo!" she howled, Tendai pounding forward and driving himself hard into her waiting cooch. Unlike his tongue, Tendai's shaft was firm, spreading her pussy to match his curved, bulging cock. She clenched down hard, engulfing every inch until he was balls deep, the intact orbs swaying back and forth between her thighs.

Grunting, Tendai started to hump, slowly at first, with building speed, his wet dick rubbing back and forth against her slick socket. Catherine panted, unable to control her own body. She slammed her hips back against her mate, the kennel door squeaking with each shove. Oh, Goooood, she groaned, followed by This is so wrong!

She fit together so perfectly with him. He grabbed her and started doing his thing without even a 'please', but he made her feel so much different than the men she'd slept with in the past. There was no hidden agenda, no secret motive behind Tendai. The guys she'd dated all did exactly what they thought she wanted, always looking for that extra connection, whether it was sex, or a business deal, or even friendship. Every move was carefully orchestrated to please Catherine the business woman.

Tendai just hopped on board and humped her into submission. He didn't care how she felt about it. He didn't ask permission. He didn't feel compelled to buy her dinner first. He just saw a bitch in heat, and took her, and the only thing he wanted from her was a warm, little oven for his puppies.

Oh fuck, she groaned again, spreading her legs and tail for the forceful canine. If she _could_get pregnant, now was the moment of no return. She could feel his balls tensing up against her hips. Only, Catherine didn't realize it was already too late. She thought she'd been imagining it, but Tendai had been growing inside her, and now when he tugged back, he pulled her with him. Grunting, the brown dog leaned all the way forward, panting and pumping in short little jabs that almost tore her skirt from the door.

Catherine felt the tightening in her pussy, but had no idea what was going on. She barked and moaned, waiting for the inevitable. If this was the moment she got pregnant, she'd just have to worry about that later. For now, she was drooling and panting, her hips a blur as she strove to meet each and every frantic thrust. "Nnnn...aaaAAAHHH!" she moaned.

The explosion seemed to come all at once. His entire cock pulsated, a tactile wave shooting down his shaft before a loud, wet gush erupted into her burning pussy. She just squeezed down, rocking her hips as she milked the larger dog of every last drop. Not a milliliter was lost through their tight, straining tie, Tendai taking his time as his thrusts slowed. Gently, again and again, he seeded his bitch, while she gasped for air.

She had never felt so used, and yet the simplicity of the dog's motives was strangely refreshing to the middle-aged woman. Tendai knew what he wanted, and took what he wanted, and there was no second guessing that. To him, she was just a bitch in heat, and there was only one thing you needed from one of those. Catherine whined and moaned beneath him, reduced to a vessel for Tendai's seed. In a lot of ways, she preferred the dog to the manipulative assholes she'd experienced in college.

Her belly bloated, Catherine shuddered, but not from disgust. Her small, canine body was overcome by sensations so strong, when she had a clearer mind she knew that dogs certainly joined with dolphins in terms of pleasure. If you'd told her that she'd have her strongest orgasm ever by a Rhodesian Ridgeback before, she'd have called you a liar, but now she was lost in in the lewd intimacy of Tendai's knot.

Finally, he was done with her, turning around in the traditional posture. Catherine, however, was still drooling on the ground, squealing with each little gush. She couldn't help but think that Chipo was missing out. She felt full and thoroughly used, and as her climax finally receded, her human thoughts returned with a vengeance.

What did I just do? she wondered. If she could get pregnant, she most certainly_would_, and if there was one thing that would add to the difficulty of the situation it was maternity! (Catherine had a 50% chance to become pregnant - 72, dodged a bullet). She had just gotten fucked by a dog! The pleasure that had so recently racked her body was quickly forgotten as she remembered exactly what was happening to her. How could she think about pleasure from some animal when she was trapped, possibly forever. When ZeZe returned in a few days, Catherine would be at the Zimbabwean witch's mercy. Had the woman planned this outcome from the start? Were the other dogs just unlucky house-sitters?

And here she was, strung up on a kennel door, bulging wide by Tendai's knot, barely able to block the Malamute from getting at the real Chipo. Suddenly, the dirtiness of the dog's simple drive to breed left the woman feeling violated. The dog didn't give two shits about Catherine, he'd just wanted to get his rocks off. And while the men she'd dated in college were pretty much the same, at least they put up a front of interest. Tendai's honesty was one thing, but the debased act had been devoid of all humanity. She'd just been a 'willing' bitch in heat.

As if confirming her fears, Tendai tugged himself free of her, his knot dragging her backwards off the kennel door before popping free. He padded away from her without a second glance, curling up to lie down. Her loose skirt finally fell off, and Catherine bolted for the kennel, lest Rufaro decide to have a go at her, too. She spun, latching a claw through the door to pull it most of the way shut, then collapsed in the large kennel next to a confused Chipo.

What am I going to do? she whimpered to herself. Thick goop oozed from between her legs, the warm fluids seeping into her fur, a constant reminder of what had just happened to her. She was trapped, as far as she knew forever, possibly with a litter of puppies growing inside her, and no one would even find her for several days. There was barely enough water in the kennel for one dog, much less two, and the two males were still prowling outside. If she wasn't vigilant, they would scratch at the kennel door until it opened, and then nothing she could do would stop them from using both bitches at their whim.

Catherine blinked, a sudden cold sensation drawing her from her worry. She was lying on her side, glancing back to see that Chipo was sniffing her cum-stained spade. Catherine was about to object when the Ridgeback licked her. The warmth was strangely comforting, as if the bitch knew how much the sticky cream pie was bothering her. Whining, Catherine rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs to allow Chipo full access. The other dog gently began to clean her off, gulping down every last trace of Tendai's seed. Oh, she knew that even the most agile tongue couldn't get down into her very womb, but at least her rump was clean.

Finally, her heart beat slowed and her mind returned to its usual, analytic self, and she contemplated her best options.

Choices:

1. Wait the three days out with no food or water.
2. Risk leaving the kennel to reach the dog food or the toilet, for water.
3. Run for the potion and drink it again.

* * * * *

Antonio knew there was no way he could pass himself off as Cramer. Sure, he knew roughly how the forty-pound dog behaved (badly, mostly), but when Angela walked into the yard, Cramer would bark from the other side, and she knew_the Lorri's didn't have a dog. He had to swap with the dog, _now.

But the Schnauzer was still growling from the other side of the weakened fence post. How could the teenager let the real dog in, while also going through, and avoid being bit?

Maybe being bit wasn't so bad. Anything to get out of this predicament! Gritting his teeth, he pushed back through the fence, pushing the broken slat forward despite the flashing teeth on just the other side. Again, he was amazed at his mobility. Dogs are naturally quick, but Antonio experienced something far greater: wheelchair bound before, even_walking_ was almost beyond his reach. Now, when Cramer barked and snapped his jaws, the boy quickly pulled his head back and darted to the side, facing off against the similar-looking mutt.

What a difference a little gumption made! Cramer's bullying ceased, standing off with his hackles raised and a low growl in his throat. Antonio just had to convince the damn dog to head back into his own yard. But how?

He'd seen it a dozen times before. The special ed teacher liked to bring in dogs as a therapy sort of thing with the other kids, and he'd always been distant about it. But he knew what to do: he dropped to his belly, paws splayed, tail up and wagging, and as quick as that was done, Cramer relaxed, his own tail starting to wag.

Antonio almost tensed up when the grey pooch walked up to him, but he made himself relax. Cramer was just sniffing, no threats. Still, the teenager watched the dog carefully, from the corner of his eye.

Oh, right! he realized too late. Of course the dog was going to sniff his butt. He tried to resist the urge to spin and run, knowing that would just antagonize the dog further. He tried his best to stay still as Cramer crammed his nose beneath the boy's tail.

(Antonio had a 50% chance to placate the dog without needing to submit - 42, success).

He winced, but Cramer just took a polite sniff, warm air blanketing the boy's tight tail hole. He made no effort to return the favor, but the job was done - Cramer wasn't upset anymore. Antonio bounded over to the fence slat, hoping to lead the dog back to his yard, and sure enough, then the back door to the Nelson's house opened, the dog's ears perked up and he bounded through the fence slat straight into Angela's arms.

Pushing the fence back into position, Antonio finally released his held breath.

He considered what to do now, but what choices did he have? He could try to alert his parents, but he couldn't open the door to the house. They'd just hear the neighbor's dog barking. He briefly considered trying to leap up and retrieve the potion from the cooler. If he drank it again, he might turn back!

But no, the best course of action was to wait. If he was still a dog in the morning, his parents would investigate, and he could convince them he wasn't Cramer. If he turned back before then, everything would be fine. He just had to wait.

But he wasn't about to waste his newfound legs. Antonio dashed around the yard, jumping and swirling, until his chest was heaving so badly he had to stop. He padded up next to his wheelchair and curled up, sleepy. The posture came naturally to him, until he opened his eyes and realized that his snout was basically buried up against his ass.

Gross!

Then he noticed how close his nose was to another body part.

Well...why not?

The first lick was like heaven, the musky scent of his cock filling his nostrils. The grey sheath stirred against his onslaught, coated in saliva before the strange, pink tip emerged. Antonio considered sucking, but his lips weren't designed for that. Instead, he lapped eagerly at his crotch. No wonder dogs liked to do this! But while the dogs at school just licked a few times and were done, Antonio was getting hard. Or, rather, growing out. His shaft seemed naturally hard.

Every time he curled his tongue around his glistening cock, he groaned and pumped his hips, until he was basically humping his own face. Any thought that this was disgusting was driven from his mind by the sheer pleasure of sucking your own cock. He could barely even touch himself as a boy, and masturbating was hard enough work that he rarely did it. But this was something else. Soon, he was panting, his tail thumping against the ground.

As eager as he was, he wasn't ready to swallow, so when he got close, he stuck to running his wide, wet tongue along the base of his cock, and soon enough, he was shooting bubbling cum all across his belly. His eyes rolled up in his head as his little body trembled from the pleasant exertion.

Well, he thought, at least if I get stuck this way, I'll have a good hobby...

When he awoke in the morning, he was lying on the ground, naked, but with quite a bit less fur. He didn't know how long he'd been out, and honestly, he almost didn't believe the events from the day before. But how else could he explain where he'd ended up?

His parents helped him back into his chair and clothed him, but he got no end up concern from them. He just wanted them to stop worrying so he could think. The did leave him alone the next evening, and Antonio sat on his back porch yet again, the almost full potion sitting on the cooler beside him.

It had happened, right? It wasn't just a dream? He could have sleepwalked onto the floor of the porch, but how had he become naked? He can barely take his clothes off when he tries. He briefly considered telling his parents. Sure, they might think he was crazy, but when the potion worked...

No, better to get proof _before_telling anyone. He had his cellphone. It would be a simple matter to prop it up, recording. He set it on the cooler, with its stand almost vertical, so it could capture everything.

But did he want to tell anyone? Antonio had something special that, except for whoever else had bought this batch of water tonic, only he had. Why did anyone else have to know about it? It could be his secret. Between the dark trees, he swore he saw a buck, the powerful animal staying just out of sight of the house's bright lights. He closed his eyes, thinking.

A) Antonio should drink the potion and look at/think about that deer, to capture it on camera.

B) Antonio should drink the potion and look at/think about that deer, because he wants to.

He reached for the bottle, but just at that moment, he heard his neighbor's backdoor open, and their dog run out. Angela's voice called, "Do your business!"

He heard Angela pause, as if listening, before she yelled, "I'm just going to leave him out for now, I'll get him when I'm done exercising!" in exactly the tone any teenager used to yell at their mother.

Angela liked to stay fit. She kept her body toned and muscular for cheerleading and that took work. Antonio sighed, imagining the girl in tight, revealing exercise clothes running a treadmill, her large breasts bouncing up and down with each step. Something he'd never see, because she viewed him as a small child.

Well, fuck that.

C) Antonio should let Cramer into his yard, drink the potion to turn into the dog, and then sneak into Angela's house. Because he can.

* * * * *

Jody grabbed a bottle of aspirin, two energy drinks from the back display case, a pack of condoms, and only then did she walk over to the aisle with the only thing she really needed to buy. She glanced around the store to make sure no one was looking and shuffled into the long aisle, grabbing the little purple box that contained what she needed.

Plan B.

Thank God they didn't make you buy it over the counter anymore. Jody hid the box in her basket and waited until no one was waiting in line at the pharmacy before rushing up. Her heart was thumping in her chest as the pharmacist grabbed each item one at a time and rang them up.

Jody couldn't help but feel like the doctor's eyes glanced up and lingered on her for a few moments when he picked up the purple box. Ding! Up went the bill, from $22.47 all the way to $76.71.

When she got to her car, she threw the plastic bag into the passenger's seat and sat with a flumpf behind the wheel. She'd handled herself okay in the store, but now she was hyperventilating, and she didn't know how to stop. She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to cry because she didn't want to smear her mascara and the only thing she could think about was how...

...she didn't react that morning.

Victor raped her. As horrible as it was, Jody had blocked most of that from her mind. Even right after, when Victor cleaned himself up and left the girls' bathroom like nothing had happened, she just stayed there, in the lavatory, listening to the sounds of the other guys packing up. She felt dull, used, and empty.

He had to know what he'd done. She'd resisted, hadn't she? She'd told him no, she'd struggled, she'd run. But when he left, he didn't look like someone who'd just raped someone. He'd kissed her on the cheek and promised her that gaming mouse. It wasn't like he'd drawn a knife on her.

When she emerged from the bathroom, nobody really noticed. She walked to her laptop and started packing up, not at all like someone who'd just been raped. Jody didn't know how to process it and what could she say? That Victor had raped her about 10 minutes ago and waltzed out and now she was coming out? That she'd been flirting with the man for an hour, dressed like a Goth whore, but she hadn't wanted it? Every passing second, the story - the TRUTH - seemed less and less reasonable, until she couldn't say it.

And if she ever told anyone, who would believe it? She'd lose the only friends she still had.

She'd left the community center and went straight to the pharmacy, and now she knew she could never tell anyone. Who got raped and went around like everything was normal? They'd say she was just looking for attention or trying to get back at Victor for beating her. They'd calmly explain to each other that if she'd really been raped, she would have fought back harder and run for help immediately. She'd have...

Jody started crying in the car.

When she got back to her dorm room, she threw the energy drinks in the trash. She was cutting back on caffeine anyway. She took plan B, she drank some water, and got into her bed to cry.

Her roommate started unlocking the door, so Jody wiped her eyes and pretended to be asleep. The blonde socialite had never been close to Jody, still upset that she hadn't been picked for a sorority. She was a typical Valley Girl, and she walked in with her dog in her purse. Chihuahuas as a fashion accessory? The woman was a walking cliche. She'd managed to talk the University into allowing the animal on campus. She was speaking on the phone loudly about the Kardashians, closing the door and walking over to her mini-fridge.

Jody did not have the energy to deal with Toria Lunderman today.

Too bad it was hard to sleep with the bimbo bleating to her friend. She didn't seem to notice or care that Jody was supposedly asleep, and talked for an hour about the most inane crap before her friend finally had to go.

Thank God.

Instead, Toria started humming to herself. Jody heard the mini fridge open again. Nothing remarkable.

Until she heard the scream.

"Aaaah!" Toria yelped.

Jody sat up in bed, startled. The young woman was clenching her head and writhing around in an apparent seizure. "Tory, what's wrong?" Jody gasped.

"My hands...my...aaaugh..."

Her words were cut off as her face started to...move...shifting around like it was made of jello. Her nose started to extend outward, hands shrinking rapidly and curling in like little T-rex arms. Jody watched with bug eyes as her roommate began to melt in front of her like a witch in a movie. "What...do I...?"

But there was nothing to do. Jody had always weighed twice as much as Toria, but the Valley Girl started to shrink in front of her until there was barely anything left. Her clothes were skimpy enough that Jody could tell exactly what was happening, though it took several seconds to fully process. It all happened in a dozen or two seconds, and there, panting in a pile of clothing, was a perfect little copy of Toria's pet Chihuahua, Bert.

Bert was barking (or rather, yipping) from where he sat in Toria's purse on the desk.

"What...the...fuck..." Jody gasped.

This is impossible!

She shuffled over to the desk, and her eyes happened to land on the most peculiar thing on Toria's desk - a glass bottle with a cork sitting nearby. Some sort of health tonic. She must have just had a sip. Jody picked up the bottle, her hands shaking, ignoring the whimpering from Toria on the floor.

This. Is. Magic.

Choices: A) Feed the potion to Toria again.

B) Calm Toria down and seek help from the maker of the potion.

C) Toria will be fine. But now that Jody has this potion, Victor won't be.

* * * * *

Dario DeJong glanced around the large room, wheeling the desk chair over to Jay Dee and lifting his limp body into the chair. The first (or second) most powerful pimp in the Oklahoma City area had fainted, but Dario couldn't blame him. Anyone would faint to watch another person morph into a near-perfect mirror image.

Dario grabbed the bottle, but nothing on the label made him begin to suspect that the tonic inside was anything other than spring water drawn from the mountains of Poland. He did notice the address on the label said Jefferson, TX. Everything seemed different when you looked down and your hands were big, strong, and black. The Midwestern prostitute wondered at his own revulsion at those strange hands and wondered if he was a little more racist than he thought.

Or maybe he just knew he was in extreme danger. This wasn't some sitcom where Dee would wake up and think this was all a dream. He would come for Dario, and as far the young man could tell, he was trapped as Jay Dee's long lost brother. Actually - that might work, if he had a bit more time to plan. Assuming Dee's right hand bodyguard, Fenn, bought it, Dario could pretend to be visiting from Nigeria unannounced and walk right out. Unless Fenn knew Dee didn't have a brother.

But all those solutions were temporary solutions for a permanent problem. No, his only hope was for the potion to work again. Perhaps if he drank it, he'd change back? It seemed like a long shot, but that was all he had at the moment. Uncorking the bottle, he took another quick gulp, the same amount he'd tried the first time. He felt it tingle and rushed over to the mirror, but nothing changed.

He was still a six-foot-tall Nigerian.

Annoyed, Dario put the bottle, corked, in his pocket. He considered the window, but the cameras would be on and the guards might see him immediately. No, he had to -

The door began to open.

Frantically, Dario turned the swivel chair away to hide Dee's lifeless body, and kept his back turned to the door.

"Sir?" Fenn's voice called out. "Eez everteen' aight?"

Dario coughed, hoping that any oddness in his voice would sound like a frog in his throat. "Yes, Fenn," he tried, with his best Nigerian accent, "We ah talkeen."

"Sorry, sir, I just heahd a tump."

"I tell you what," Dario said, coughing again. "Zhees will take time. I will stay here wiz Dario - you and zhe ozzers can go home now."

"But sir...?"

Without daring to turn around, Dario just repeated his order. "Go home."

Holding his breath, Dario breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed and Fenn Gopa ordered his men to stand down. Even they knew how little threat a prissy little boy from Del City truly was. Little did they know that if he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted to the unconscious pimp.

Finally alone, Dario relaxed, if only one iota. He had no idea when Jay would wake, so he passed the time reading documents on Dee's desk. Dario's suspicions were borne out. The Nigerian pimp was hemorrhaging money due to competition from Gavin Lebaron, and one by one, he was being convinced by his men to tighten restrictions, demand more money, push more drugs, and make more examples of his employees. Fenn was the most vocal about stepping up their game and showing Lebaron that they really did mean business from the barrel of a gun.

Dee fought every step of the way, but money always won out in the end. He also found a note taped on the bottom of the desk that read "54, 34, 12", which could only be for the wall safe. Dario took stock - there was no sign of him changing back anytime soon. Jay was starting to stir in his chair. How would he take it, when he came to?

Choices:

A) Tie up Jay Dee for safety, at least until he has a chance to calm down.

B) Show him he can trust you by leaving him free.

C) Open the safe.

* * * * *

Cynthae took one look at the potion and knew there was no way the two baby chicks could pop the cork out, and there was no guarantee that that would help anyway. Chirping at Terell, she pointed up to the hens with one wing. Her husband took her lead, hopping over to the edge of the shed.

As it turns out, hopping a foot off the ground was too far for a chick. Still, with a running start, they could hop half of the way. Terell started grabbing hay strewn about the floor and moving it over next to one of the hens - Henrietta, their nicest hen, and Cynthae got to work alongside. The hay curled and lay in a growing pile until the two chicks were panting. The hay piled up just a little more than 6 inches.

But when they tried to jump, the hay crumpled beneath their weight. It wasn't going to work (they had a 30% chance of gathering enough hay to jump; rolled 80).

Cynthae tried desperately to get Henrietta or the other hens to notice them on the ground, chirping like she'd heard the babies in the incubator. Terell helped too, but the chickens were fast asleep, or didn't care about chicks that weren't their own. Terell shrugged and pointed toward the open door (they had a 50% chance to attract a hen, for better or for worse; rolled 84).

Cynthae shook her head.

Terell pointed again, then glanced around the hen house. There just wasn't another option.

Slowly, carefully, the two hopped over to the front door, peering through to check for any dangers. Terell knew they'd never get into their own house, so he pointed his little, fluffy yellow wing over to the Husby's house. Even further to go, but the Husby's should be home, and they'd know what to do with baby chicks. He hopped toward the door, but Cynthae bounced in front of him, blocking him.

She was trembling, from the cold or from fear, he didn't know. Cynthae glanced around again, peering across the yard with her weak, black eyes. No cats, no racoons. It was too early in the day for owls. She wracked her brain for possible dangers. She peered up at the sky, but she couldn't see that far. Everything got blurry more than ten feet away.

Terell nodded, but pointed again, and hopped out the door.

She hopped next to him, cuddling against her husband before she nodded, and like that, they were off! The cold chicks could still move their legs, but the yard was immense. Each blade of grass acted as a springboard for the small couple as they hopped. Cynthae ran slightly behind her husband, keeping her eyes focused on the big, white blur that she knew was the Husby's house. They rounded their own yard, and for once, the young woman had a glimmer of hope.

Until they ran into a wall of grass. The Husby's yard was like a bramble of vines. They hadn't mowed in weeks, and what had been a minor violation of the neighborhood's Community Association was now a jungle as tall as the chicks themselves. Terell paused, before plunging onto the top of the green canopy. Thankfully, the grass was firm and dry, and supported his weight.

Cynthae hopped up, too, and they had to pick their way through the towering stalks. The going was slow - too slow. Perhaps worst of all, the pace gave her time to think about all the dangers that were lurking above and below. She'd felt so much more confident when she could focus on moving forward and nothing else.

Terell was making good ground, when Cynthae chirped in warning. The entire forest seemed to be warping beneath them, blades of grass bending and weaving. Peering down, she caught a glimpse into the inky depths that made her jump, narrowly avoiding the impossibly fast strike as a head half her size launched up out of the grass. She saw a flash of yellow scales, and her heart stopped. Like straight out of the movie Anaconda, the yellow-striped Garter snake coiled out of the grass and launched straight for Terell.

Terell never saw it coming (Terell had an 80% chance to avoid the snake; 98, failure). By the time he_squawked_ in protest, the snake had closed its mouth around his yellow-feathered wing. Cynthae screeched and hopped toward the huge creature's head. Though the snake's maw was comparatively the size of a Grizzly Bear, its body was as long as two semi trucks. There was no way her weight could overpower the monster.

But her beak was sharp. She went straight for the head, pecking as hard as she could against its iron scales. Still, it seemed impervious, and Cynthae could only watch as the snake opened its maw and launched forward, _gulping_Terell's entire wing while he struggled. She never would have believed it if she hadn't seen it first hand, but the snake had no trouble stretching its mouth over the wide chick.

Terell kicked his legs and _chirped_and fluttered his free wing, but he could never get an angle of attack or escape on his own. Cynthae soon realized that her own efforts were barely phasing the gigantic predator. If she kept up, she'd watch helplessly as the Garter snake devoured her husband alive, only for the creature to turn on her next. Terell was already lodged sideways, half-way inside the snake's mouth.

The potion.

What had seemed like an impossible long shot was now her only hope. Cynthae chirped, and ran back toward the coop. Maybe Terell had replaced the cork loosely. Maybe her frantic need would allow the cap to pop off. Whatever happened, she needed to turn back to normal, and she needed to do it_now_. Every second that passed was another second her husband didn't have. Once big, she was sure she could find the snake and free Terell, and even if it had swallowed him, she'd still have a better chance that way.

She was halfway across the yard when a_gush_ of wind struck her ears. By the time she could fathom what had just happened, the whole world turned into one giant blur. A sharp pain dug into her side, and she tilted her head around like only a bird could do to see the only thing that still existed - the hawk (Cynthae had an 80% chance to avoid the snake; 44, success. She had a 40% chance to dodge the hawk; 41, just barely failed).

No, no, no, no! she squawked, glancing back down to see the green and brown blur of the ground fading away beneath her. Wind whistled past her head as the predator carried her away. It might have only been a block from her house, but she was what felt like a thousand miles from where her husband fought for his life in the jaws of a snake.

That's when she realized why_she was in so much pain. The hawk's talons squeezed around her yellow body, but one claw the size of a traffic cone was piercing her gut. Red blood dripped down, lost immediately in the blur of wind as the hawk beat its wings, effortlessly carrying its small meal. _Okay, I'd better worry about myself for now. I'll rescue Terell after.

In seconds, the trip had ended. With a flutter of feathers, the enormous, three-story raptor dropped Cynthae into a snarl of twigs and leaves that could only be the beast's nest. Thankfully, there were only eggs in the nest, instead of vicious, bear-sized chicks. Not that that put Cynthae in too great a spot. The hawk held the small chick in one talon before screeching like a dinosaur from Jurassic Park, and the young woman finally realized that she wasn't going to be getting out of this one.

Options (from most likely to least likely to succeed):

A) Accept her fate.

B) Jump for it!

C) Fight back.

* * * * *

Luther had always wondered what it was like in the house that Fenner and Crystal always spent so much time in. The sows could wait; they'd be there when he got back. Crystal, on the other hand...? The yelling had reached a pitch he'd rarely heard before.

Still, he was in no rush as he walked toward the house, marvelling that he could balance at all on only two legs. Each step stung his feet in a way that had never happened when he had hooves, which explained the odd leathers Fenner liked to wear on his own feet. When he reached the door, he turned the handle, glancing as some mechanism turned, and the door became loose and able to swing.

Once inside, Luther saw more strange objects strewn about the tiled room. It was noticeably cooler in the house, and the rough dirt was replaced by impossibly smooth black and white squares. Where does all this stuff come from? he thought, glancing at a strange, red cannister attached to the wall. There were multiple, giant, polished white boxes he'd never seen before. The lines on the ceiling all pointed in weird directions, drawing the unfamiliar pig's eye to the open doorway.

The screaming and yelling was still fairly far off and...(Luther tilted his head)...up. He strode through the house, glancing at entire alternate worlds trapped in square frames in the wall before he saw row after row of horizontal fence posts that trailed upward. Each step seemed tailor made for his wide feet, and the creaking of his steps was far softer than the sounds above. At the stop of the stairs, he saw the bedroom where Fenner and Crystal were arguing.

"Just come back to bed, Fenn," she whined.

Luther watched as the woman tugged on Fenner's arm. The odd thing was that they were across the hall, trapped in a shiny glass box - wait - Luther took a step forward to see that they were also through the door on the right. The glass must be like a sideways puddle of water. Crystal was wearing even less than usual, a thin strip of cloth covering her teats and her vulva, eyes wide as she pleaded with Fenner.

Thwack! The powerful man struck her in the face with the back of his hand. "You don't spend my money. I buy you things, and you fuck me. That's the deal."

Crystal, touched her face, exploring her new bruise. Despite that, she turned back to Fenner and said, "The water was a gift."

"Bullshit. You know what I want from you."

She stepped back from his approach, stammering, "Then shut up and take it. It was only twenty-five dollars. It's not like the damned thing's caused you any harm."

Fenner grabbed her right arm in his left hand, yanking it upward while the young woman struggled. "Oh, I'll take what I want, you empty-headed little slut. After I give you what you deserve."

"Fenn...!" she yelped, but he'd already jammed his right fist into her belly, lifting her up painfully by the arm.

Luther had seen enough. He vaguely understood the words being used, having heard them before in his pen, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing. He knew what he had to do. Stepping into the room, he ignored the dumbstruck look on Crystal's face as a naked, near-identical clone of Fenner walked up behind the man. "Fenn...!" she said again, but the mistook her tone, too busy planning another attack.

By the time he turned to look at Luther, the former pig was right beside him.

"What the -" the man said, letting go of Crystal with barely enough time to defend himself as Luther mimicked Fenner's own strikes, launching his fist at the man's stomach.

After a loud groan, Fenner tried to straight up and position his arms, but another strike flew, catching him on the chin. "Hey - !" the man groaned, turning back to face his surprise assailant. Fenner threw his own punch, but Luther was ready for it, crouching low and erupting upward with his legs to hit the man once again on the chin.

Fenner collapsed backward, hitting the wall and knocking down one of the square universes. He slid down the wall, either dead or unconscious (Luther had an 80% chance to beat Fenner in a surprise assault, rolled 62).

Crystal stood at the foot of the bed, mouth hanging open. "Y-you his brother?" she stammered.

Luther just shrugged. "I'm Luther." With that, he stepped toward the young woman. He'd had to act - he couldn't just stand by and let another male claim a sow without a fight!

"What are you...?" she asked, as the naked man grabbed her shoulders and pushed. With a gasp, she fell backwards onto the bed. "Hey, just a minute -"

Luther didn't have much patience for this. The human sow was obviously in heat, or why would they be preparing for sex? Were human females always in heat? Ignoring her, he climbed onto the bed. She was certainly different from a pig, but he couldn't fault her teats - though she only had two, they were huge and bounced in a rather appealing way. Reaching forward, he grabbed the middle of her bra and ripped it off of her, grunting appreciatively as her bare breasts jiggled in the chilled air.

"You can't just -" she grimaced, trying to get up.

Well, that was just patently untrue. Luther pushed her back down to the bed, grabbing and tearing the woman's panties until she was completely naked, her neatly trimmed, blonde bush gracing her oddly shaped vulva. Good enough, he figured.

"Luther! Why are you doing this!?" she squealed, though she could see as easily as he could that his wrinkled, pink-skinned dick was standing out firm.

Straddling his sow, he replied simply, "Because I won."

"Oh, God," she groaned, staring down at his cock. He spread her legs apart with his hands before sliding up along her body. "O-okay," she groaned, placing her hands gently on his powerful arms. "But you'd better use a condom..."

He didn't know what that was, but it wasn't important. "No."

"But I'm..." she started to say before biting her lip. She glanced down between them at Luther's strong body, a copy of her unconscious boyfriend on the floor and said, "F-fuck it."

Luther knew that word - one of Fenner's favorites. He just grunted, "Gladly," and slammed forward, never mind the awkward face-to-face of the coupling.

Crystal spread apart easily for him, tight and wet. Her large teats jiggled as the former pig hilted himself inside of her. With a shocked gasp, Crystal moaned and wrapped her arms around Luther, bucking her hips up against him. "Oh, God..." she groaned.

He humped and pumped her like a randy boar, messily groping her sweat-covered breasts. There was something strangely appealing about the billowy cushions in his agile fingers, their soft warmth only urging him on. Crystal shuddered at his touch, gasping, "Luther!"

His human sow was moaning beneath him not unlike his porcine lovers, eyes rolling up in her head as he rocked her body. Luther wasn't used to his equipment, but it served his purpose, waves of pleasure crossing his body. "Good sow," he grunted.

The woman's eyes widened at the comment, but she didn't struggle or squirm. "Ah...AH!" she gasped, before saying, "I...don't suppose...you'll...pull out...before...?"

Why would I do that? Luther shook his head. "I qill breed you," he explained to the confused sow.

She took a deep breath, pondering that for a moment before saying, "O-okay..." But she took no passive role. In fact, after resigning herself, she became more_active, wrapping her legs around his and _slamming up against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own until they collided, wet and sticky, twice a second. Again and again he _thudded_against the soft entrance to her womb.

Her nails dug into the back of his skin, but Luther didn't mind. He was drooling now, the warm liquid spilling onto Crystal's oversized teats, while her screams increased in pitch until she was absolutely squealing. Before he could shut her up, she exploded beneath him, her entire body rocking and shuddering, moans even louder in his ears. She spoke nonsense words, except one that he could make out: "Breeeeeeeeed..." If she added 'me' to the end, he couldn't make it out beneath her heady moan.

While her tight, wet cunt quivered around him, Luther couldn't hold on, and he did as he was told, erupting inside her. While he grunted and groaned, his small testicles clenched and unloaded straight at Crystal's cervix, three loud splurts followed by a slow dribble. Luther gasped, panted, and sweat, his sticky body flush with hers.

"Holy...fuck..." Crystal groaned (Crystal has a 20% chance of being fertile; 74, no piglets yet).

Luther panted through his short orgasm, but was left rather unsatisfied. When he was a pig, he could ejaculate for almost thirty minutes, cumming the entire time. Humans seemed to tire early. He panted, regaining his breath.

"This is crazy," she stammered, realizing what she'd just done. "Who the fuck are you?" she panted.

"Luther."

Crystal shuddered beneath him. "Jesus, Luther. That was the best sex I had in months." She glanced down at Fenner on the floor. "Fucker was taking me for granted."

Luther, however, wasn't interested in his rival. "Alright, sow; turn around."

"What?" she gasped, as his strong hands grabbed her shoulders. It had barely been three minutes. "Already!?"

The former pig shrugged, fighting through the dull pain in his hardening cock. There was tail to be had, after all. He spun the small woman around and lifted her rump up in the proper posture. "But," she whined, "I'm not ready!"

"Too bad," was all he said before mounting. His strong hands wrapped around her sweaty hips, holding her in place as he humped up and into her, finding the posture far more familiar. Crystal dug her fingers into the sheets below until her hands were white, spreading her legs apart for her boar. Each thrust sent a few drops of his spent seed splattering to the bedspread, and Crystal's pained groans quickly changed to pleased oinks (at least to his ears).

She could hardly believe Luther. The man had shown up out of nowhere, completely naked, punched Fenner's lights out, and then had his way with her. He had grabbed her like an animal, ignoring her protests, and she was in heaven. She'd always liked it when Fenner controlled her, but this was something else - and he hadn't even given her any bruises! Tossing her head back, she moaned, slamming her hips to meet Luther.

"Luther!" she cried again, squeezing down around his powerful cock. She felt him digging into her stained folds, getting ready for load two. She was on her period, but here she was 'letting' him use her again. What would she do if this random stranger knocked her up? Oh well, she thought, if I'm not already pregnant, another batch probably won't do it. And if she was pregnant...

Luther grabbed her breasts, since there was nothing else on her toned body to grab, digging in painfully as he used them to slam forward, grunting loudly with each loud_slap!_ Crystal groaned at his rough grasp, but that only turned her on. Wincing, she slid her left hand between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as the former pig penetrated her.

Soon they were both squealing, straining back and forth against each other as Luther's sore balls tried to recover. "God damn, Luther," she wailed, "I'm ready again!"

Luther wasn't the kind of sire who liked to leave a sow waiting, and if she was ready, he had to be. He bit his lip, groaning as his balls began to work overtime, frothing up, the pain hard to ignore as he finally released inside her, a few watery squirts splattering inside her. Damn this human body, he thought.

Crystal didn't seem to mind, dropping her jaw and howling as her second orgasm overwhelmed her, bucking her rump up and down and running her palm across her clit. "Jeeesuuuus!" she cried until her voice was raw.

As much as Luther wanted to go again, his body couldn't take it, and Crystal was pretty exhausted as well. He'd never felt quite so drowsy after a mating, but the inferior human form collapsed beside his sow, and they fell asleep.

Hours later, Luther awoke, feeling strange. Crystal was still asleep, and Fenner was still lying there. Breathing, but unconscious. His stomach hurt. Slowly, Luther rose from the bed, causing Crystal to groan and turn in her sleep. Luther stumbled on two legs out the door, finally realizing what was happening - he was turning back, after about two hours.

With an air of urgency, he stumbled back to his pen, ready to wallow in the mud. He made it just in time, hopping over the fence as his legs began to shift. Grantham, of course, was terrified, but Luther couldn't explain and didn't care to.

Home, he thought to himself, as he lay out across the mud with a smile.

The next day, all hell seemed to break loose, but Luther just grunted and rolled in the mud. Fenner was furious as he dished out the slop, and Crystal was trying to explain. "I didn't want it. Luther raped me," she yammered.

The farmer just went on with his chores, nursing his chin. "Luther! Luther!" Fenner growled. "That's not his name, that's the name of my damned boar. You didn't even call the cops? Some naked guy bursts in and lays me out cold then 'rapes' you and...nothing?"

She paused, then said, "I was afraid. And he looked a lot like you; I thought he was like, your long-lost brother or something!"

Fenner backhanded the woman. "Fucking stupid!"

Luther finally took an interest, vaguely understanding the argument. The one thing he remembered for sure - the potion, hidden behind the trough, was still there. But should he bother getting involved?

A) Drink the potion and look at Fenner. No one treats Luther's sows this way!

B) Ignore the human blather. Use the potion as Fenner leaves again, and investigate the shed-of-no-return.

C) Just relax in the mud and wait for a better time.