Jealousy
A jealous and needy girlfriend turns out to be a witch, and has ways to keep her boyfriend's attention on herself.
Author's note: Sorry it's been so long! This one took forever to write and I had a ton of distractions. Anyway, this story is kind of another attempt at what I was trying to do with Bitch. It's nowhere near as dark, though. Hope you all enjoy!
Side note: I kind of regret using a straw feminist as the villain in this piece. I sort of failed at her characterization, and made it "crazy man-hating" instead of "crazy jealous". Just please don't think that you're likely to meet someone actually like her. XD
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The ears were first.
If I had known back then what she would do to me later, I would have said "Fuck it" and left, even if it meant I had to deal with looking like a freak. Sure, that might have just pissed her off more, and who knows what she would have done then, but it would have been a chance at least.
When things started to go wrong, I had only a vague idea how crazy Marisa was. We'd been going out for a few weeks, but she never seemed to trust me with anything. She was always clingy, insisting I tell her what I was doing every night we weren't together, and she would constantly call me at work to make sure I wasn't cheating on her. To be honest, I would have broken up with her long ago if she hadn't been such an animal in bed. As shallow as it seems, a night of fun can make up for a lot of annoyance.
She's also smoking hot, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Long black hair, perky breasts that were a perfect handful, and her most riveting feature, a pair of vibrant, piercing green eyes. At the time, I called her a fox, but these days using that term would be a bit ironic.
It started after we got back to my place after dinner. Our waitress was fairly attractive, and Marisa was absolutely convinced that I was flirting with her. My attempts to reassure her only got me icy stares, and an insistence I stop 'ogling' the other girl. I'm not sure how she expected me to properly converse with someone without looking at them, but it seemed that's what she wanted. She was yelling at me the instant we got through the door to my apartment.
"I don't appreciate the way you were staring at that slut, Steven." She glared at me, and believe me, she could put a lot of anger into those green eyes.
I sighed. I knew there was no use arguing when she got like this, but I still felt a need to defend myself. "Look, I'll admit she was attractive, but I was not staring."
Marisa only got angrier. "Don't lie to me! I'm your girlfriend, and you should only look at me that way!"
Her jealousy was really starting to grate on me. It was clear I wouldn't be getting any that night, so I decided to finally call her on it. "Marisa, you're being crazy. There's no way I can avoid even looking at other women. It's like trying to walk through the Louvre without looking at any paintings. Even if I tried to avert my eyes, I'd still catch glimpses. It simply can't be done."
The anger drained from her eyes, replaced by a cold resolve that was somehow even scarier. "Oh, I think it can. You just need a little reminder."
I scoffed. "What are you going to do, write 'Do not look at other women' on the back of my hand? Maybe pin a note to my shirt?"
Her eyes narrowed. "No, I don't think that would give you sufficient motivation. I know how to keep you loyal." She stalked over to me, an intent look on her face like I'd never seen before. Her eyes seemed to be glowing green with the intensity of her stare.
I backed away from her. She was acting way crazier than was usual even for her, and I was honestly afraid she was about to pull a knife on me or something. If only it had been that mundane of an attack.
Marisa cornered me against the wall, stared deep into my eyes, and grabbed me by the ears before shouting something in a language I'd never heard before. There was an instant swelling of heat where she gripped me. Even after she let go, the feeling grew until I could swear someone was holding a pair of lighters to my ears.
I yowled in pain and dropped to my knees, clutching frantically at my burning ears, strangely finding them further up my head than they should have been. For several confusing, agonizing seconds, my ears shifted under my hands, moving to the top of my head, elongating into a pointed, curved shape and becoming coated in what felt like soft fur. Suddenly the intense heat left my ears and spread across my scalp, transforming quickly into a fierce itching that let up as I felt hair brush the back of my neck.
My mind tried to rebel against what was happening. There was no way my girlfriend just gave me what felt like dog ears. Horrified, I stared up at Marisa, feeling my reshaped ears twitch in my grasp. "W-What the fuck? What did you do to me?"
She wore a satisfied smile as she looked down on me. "Just what I said I would. I gave you a little reminder. Now every time you feel your cute new ears twitch you'll remember who it is you belong to."
I didn't like her use of the word "belong" at all. Did she see me as some sort of pet? Is that what she had started here? The anger chased away my confusion, for now at least. I stood and locked gazes with her. "No, fuck that. We're through. I don't know how you did whatever that was--"
"I am a witch, obviously," she interrupted, the sly smile never leaving her face.
"Whatever. You need to undo it and get the hell out." I pointed at the door, breathing heavily.
Marisa continued to grin serenely, her earlier explosive anger completely gone, replaced with the calm assurance of someone who knows they are in control. "Oh, I won't be undoing it, but I can see you need some time to calm down. Come see me when you're feeling more contrite." She turned and left me standing there stunned, walking calmly out the door.
I chased after her, considering dragging her back inside and doing whatever it took to convince her to change me back, but when I got to the door she was gone from the hallway. There was no way she could have made it to the stairs before I reached the doorway; she had simply disappeared.
I retreated back into the apartment before one of my neighbors came along, since I had no idea how I might explain my new head accessories. Speaking of that, it was time to survey the damage. I rushed into the bathroom and flicked the light on, cringing at what I saw in the mirror.
The ears I expected, snow white half-cones sticking out of my hair, currently folded back in reflection of my mood. The left one was tipped in black, a touch I might have found cute had it not been attached to my head. What was mostly a surprise was the change to my hair. I started the night with short, dirty blond hair, but what I had now was much lighter, a platinum hue almost approaching the white of the ears and reaching halfway down my neck, doing a good job of covering the area where my normal ears were supposed to be. I brushed a few locks back and felt at the smooth skin where a human ear used to be. It looked downright strange, and I shivered and quickly let my hair fall back down. At least I could pretend the ears were just costume pieces or something. Unless someone sees them move, I thought in annoyance.
With the exception of the added concealment, I really didn't like the new hairstyle. It brushed annoyingly against my neck whenever I moved, and the extra length looked too feminine. I didn't think it was long enough to tie back in a ponytail, and I sure wasn't going to go to a hairstylist with dog ears sticking out of my head.
I groaned and pounded my fist on the bathroom counter, my thoughts returning to Marisa. How had she done this? Why didn't I see how batshit crazy she was before? Would it be possible to change back? I shuddered as the thoughts swam through my head. As the adrenaline from the fight and transformation faded, the insanity of the situation caught up with me. I suddenly felt nauseous, and sat quickly down on the floor, holding my head in my hands. It was a long time before I moved from that position.
It took me a while to come to grips with it. I didn't get much sleep that night, and I was in pretty bad shape the next morning. My dreams were filled with crazy women twisting my body in horrifying ways, all the while laughing at me, glowing green eyes piercing my soul.
The morning after the argument and my transformation and subsequent minor breakdown, I awoke to my alarm as if it were a normal day. It never occurred to me to turn it off, so I got the usual blaring music to announce the start of another glorious workday.
I once heard that in the face of great shock the mind clings to normality, things like old friends, long-held hobbies, even favorite TV shows. The revelation that magic was real, and that my psycho girlfriend had decided to use it against me definitely counted as a shock, so I ended up latching onto the most normal thing in my life.
I went to work.
I considered grabbing a hoodie to cover the ears, but I'm a car salesman; nobody is going to buy a car from someone who looks like he just knocked over a gas station. I'd just have to find some way to explain it, and hope my boss wasn't in today. There was no way he'd put up with this shit.
No such luck. His S6 shined in his reserved parking spot as I drove up. This was not going to be a fun encounter. I cringed and pushed through the front door, only to be immediately greeted by my boss, The "Bob" in "Bob West VW and Audi".
"Steve, what the fuck is on your head?" His voice was disturbingly calm.
I winced, trying to concentrate on not letting my ears fold back against my head. "I...lost a bet."
His eyes narrowed. "And you still decided to come to my business and represent me while looking like that? Are they glued on or something?"
"Uh, yeah." Damn, that sounded lame.
He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "All right, just go home. This is an upscale place I run, here. I can't have you looking like a Halloween party reject. You're a good salesman, so I'm willing to forget this lapse. Just don't pull anything like this again."
There was nothing to do. I nodded and turned to leave. As I exited the door I heard Bob yell after me, finally letting some humor enter his voice. "I like the new hairdo, though. Looks a lot like my daughter's."
I returned dejectedly to my car, pounding the steering wheel in anger when I sat down. It was obvious now what Marisa was doing. I couldn't go out in public without getting weird looks, I couldn't go to my job. I had nobody to turn to but her. No doubt she expected me to show up at her door contrite, promising to behave as she wanted as long as she would change me back.
I wasn't feeling all that contrite. Furious would be a lot more accurate. She was right about one thing, though. She'd definitely be getting a visit from me.
I tore through town, anger and frustration driving me faster than I really intended. It was a miracle I didn't get pulled over. The drive only fueled my anger, giving me a few more minutes to focus on what Marisa had done. It never occurred to me that she might do something worse if I didn't play along.
Marisa lived in a townhouse in a nicer part of town than where I lived, though for some reason she always preferred to stay at my place when given the option. Her place was filled with a lot of rather nice furniture, which she said came with her family form the old country, though she never actually mentioned precisely which country that was.
I should have been suspicious when she answered her door so quickly after I knocked. She invited me in, still wearing the calm smile from the previous night, like she knew exactly why I had shown up.
She ruffled my lengthened hair and scratched between my ears, ignoring my angry stare. "Are you ready to apologize and promise to be a good boy?"
I growled at her. "No, I am not going to fucking apologize. You are going to get these dog things off my head, or I'll--"
She scoffed. "You'll what? Bark at me? Pee on my carpet? Besides, they aren't dog ears, they're fox ears. Can't you tell, boy?"
Her casual derision was really pissing me off. Since I was already on edge, she pushed me into doing something I swore I would never do. I took a swing at her. I only managed to bring my fist halfway to her face when her eyes flashed green and I was suddenly paralyzed, frozen in position. I tried my hardest to move, but it was like my limbs simply weren't getting the message. Only my eyes were free to move, and they went wide with horror. I could tell things were about to get a lot worse for me.
Marisa walked over to my frozen body and ran her hand down my chest. "I was prepared to forgive you. You only had to show me that you'd seen that I was right and you knew your place. Instead you come here and threaten me, try to strike me." She smiled wickedly. "What kind of punishment might be appropriate for someone so caught up in being macho that he would attack his girlfriend rather than make a simple apology?"
I thought I knew what she was going for, and begged with my eyes for her not to do it, but it was for nothing.
She put her hand on my hips and her eyes glowed green as she again muttered some words I couldn't understand. The sudden heat I remembered feeling in my ears tore through my lower torso. I couldn't turn my head to see what was happening, but I could feel the differences as Marisa ran her hands over my body. She stroked across my waist and it slimmed down, leaving the waistband of my pants loose. She brought her hands down my hips and they swelled into her grip, pressing softly against her and stretching the side seams of my pants. The intense heat and strange sense of inflation would have made me whine if I was allowed to vocalize. Instead I just squinted as she finally cupped my ass cheeks, making them grow into a soft round shape that I knew would look very feminine. The crotch of my pants was now crushing my equipment from the sudden lack of space, but at least that meant I still had it. A small reassurance.
Marisa took a couple steps backwards and her eyes flashed again briefly and suddenly I was continuing my swing, unbalancing myself and stumbling forward in surprise. I immediately brought my hands to my widened, womanly hips and rear, staring at Marisa in mixed anger and fear. "What did you do to me now?"
She smirked. "I gave you a little punishment. Are you prepared to be civil now?"
I was prepared to dispute her definition of 'little,' but thought better of it. It would be unwise to give her an excuse to do anything else to me. I took a deep breath and forced my voice to be level, though the tension was still clear. "Fine. What do I need to do to get you to reverse this?"
A smirk crossed her face at this little victory. "It's simple. You just have to convince me that you've renounced your chauvinistic ways and are willing to treat me with the respect and adoration a woman deserves."
I almost cringed at her demands. She had no cause to claim I had treated her with a lack of respect, at least until she had started altering my body in her twisted punishments. Whatever, I'd agree to almost anything to change back. "Of course. Whatever you want, love. I was wrong to yell at you and to even glance at other women. Please forgive me." I looked at her hopefully.
She nodded slightly. "Hmm, a good start. Once I make sure you're sincere I might change you back."
My face fell, and I started to stammer an objection.
Marisa laughed, a short, caustic bark. "Hah, did you think it would be so easy? No, I know how deceptive men can be. I have hope for you, though. You might not turn out like the others. I have an idea how you can begin proving yourself to me. Wait right here."
I didn't like the sound of that. Whatever she did to those "others" she mentioned, I suspected it wasn't good, and the wicked smile on her face as she left the room made me concerned about my own future. While she was gone I took a moment to undo the button and zipper on my pants, abating the pressure on my hips and groin. It was then that I noticed that the skin under my boxers was coated with plush white fur, matching the ears on my head. Peeking inside, I saw that the white covered everywhere. Even my brown pubic hair had been replaced with a soft white fluff that surrounded my manhood. Not a good sign.
A moment later, Marisa returned holding what looked like a few black and white scraps of cloth and lace. I groaned when I realized what it was. The French maid costume I had gotten her for the Halloween party we had attended.
She smiled when she saw my undone pants. "Oh good, you're already preparing to change into your uniform. It's good to see you so eager to please." She laid the costume out across the couch, a wisp of a thing made of a lacy top, an extremely short but poofy skirt, and a pair of sexy black panties. "Go ahead and put that on. I have some chores for you."
I hesitated, and that was a big mistake.
Marisa glared at me. "Get to it, or do I have to give you more motivation?" Her eyes flashed green briefly and I was spurred into action.
My pants and boxers hit the floor in an instant, my shirt following a moment later. I wasn't at all sure that the silly costume would even fit me, but I was sure going to try before I ended up with tits to match my new hips. As it turned out, it did fit me, whether by coincidence or more magic I'm not sure. The panties were of course the best fit, perfectly hugging and accentuating my new curves, the feeling of silk against my cock drawing it into embarrassing hardness.
I tried to turn my back to Marisa as I finished donning the humiliating outfit, but she cleared her throat and gestured for me to turn around. With a sigh, I faced her again and put on the rest of the costume, cringing when I was done and saw how the skirt didn't even come close to covering my panties.
Marisa grinned evilly and grabbed my cock through its silk covering. "Looks like someone is really enjoying this. Maybe I should have you keep wearing those."
I winced and dropped my gaze, but didn't risk talking back.
She stepped back and looked at me appraisingly. "Hmm, feels like something's missing."
Her expression set off warning bells in my head, and I tried to back away. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, just a little thing that would complete the cute look you have going." She defeated my brief attempt at avoiding her by jumping forward and reaching behind me, poking me on the center of my back about where the waistband for the skirt was.
I reached back and clasped my hands over the spot she touched. "What did you do?" I only got that same sly, knowing smile I was growing sick of. What she did became obvious a second later, when the intense heat spiked through the base of my spine. I gasped and dropped to my knees as I felt a bump grow on my back under my hands. I desperately tried to press on it, as if that would stop it from happening, but of course it didn't. The bump slowly grew under my skirt, lengthening into a fleshy snake a little over two feet long. The bizarre pulling, stretching sensation almost made me retch, but I kept it together. I gripped it in shock, feeling the heat intensify for a moment as bushy fur quickly sprouted from it, leaving me with a fluffy white fox tail, tipped in black to match my left ear. It slowly waved side to side, lifting the skirt slightly as I stared at it open-mouthed. It was bizarre to feel my grip on an appendage I'd not had a minute ago.
Marisa clapped. "Ah, perfect! That's just the look I had in mind."
I bit back a harsh response, instead just getting to my feet again, trying to ignore the strange feeling of a tail pulling at the base of my spine. No matter what happened, I had to avoid angering her more, and I was determined to not let it look like she was getting to me. Even though she was still changing me at a whim, I could at least avoid further, more punitive transformations.
She tossed me a feather duster and sat down in a chair, crossing her legs. "There you go. Get on it."
I forced a smile onto my face and grabbed the duster. "Yes, ma'am." Some of the anger made it into my voice, but she had to expect that. "Where would you like me to start?"
She made a show of looking around the room to find something to direct me toward. At last she pointed me at an array of knick-knacks on a low table. "Begin with those over there."
Easy enough. I walked over and desultorily brushed the duster over the items, glancing back at Marisa to see if she was happy.
She shook her head and tsked. "No, no, that's not good at all. Smile more, bend at the waist, put on a show!"
My lips spread into a smile that went beyond enthusiastic and well into creepy. I bent over and repeated the dusting, my tail lifting the skirt and displaying my barely-covered feminine rear.
Marisa whistled. "That's more like it."
My punishment continued in that manner for much of the rest of the day. Marisa would direct me to clean something in the most demeaning way possible, and I would pretend to enjoy it. It was the happiest I've ever seen her.
Eventually she tired of that particular type of humiliation, and the disturbing smile I had come to fear returned. Apparently I hadn't done enough atonement yet, or she was just having too much fun watching me suffer. She motioned for me to stop cleaning the floor -- on hands and knees with my ass and waving tail in the air of course -- and called me over. "I need a few things from the store. I'm going to send you to the mall while I go somewhere else."
My spirits lifted slightly. I was sure there was no way she would send me out in public looking fuzzy and half-female. I was wrong.
Thirty minutes later I was on my way to the mall, dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants that hung low to let my tail through and one of Marisa's tight t-shirts. I looked ridiculous, but I suppose that was her intent. Before she sent me off, she gave me a hug, and I thought I felt the odd heat in my chest for a moment, but I didn't see any changes. I wanted to do a more thorough check, but Marisa just warned me to behave myself and shooed me off.
The items I had been sent to obtain seemed almost random, so I was pretty sure the purpose of the trip was primarily to embarrass me and the shopping was just incidental. She wanted me to buy a romance novel (whatever one I "preferred"), a bag of bubblegum-flavored jelly beans, and, most disturbingly, a sexy bra in size 36DD. Marisa is a 34B.
I cringed as I exited my car and walked into the mall. Even though I mostly kept my eyes down, I was sure everyone was staring at me. It was a decidedly unpleasant feeling, and my tail started trying to dip down between my legs. Not being able to control that thing properly was going to be a problem. Sure you see all kinds of oddly-dressed people at the mall, but not many of them have realistic animal parts and look to be dressed in their girlfriend's cast-offs.
The book store was my first target, being near the entrance to the mall. I figured I could just grab something random and get out fast. What I wasn't expecting was to have my tail grabbed by two teenage girls. I let out a surprised yelp and turned to face them.
The girls were staring wide-eyed at my twitching tail and folded ears. "Awesome! How do you get them to move?"
Just what I had been dreading. Fortunately, nobody bullshits like a car salesman. "They're animatronic. They mostly move randomly."
The girl on the right nodded. "That is so cool! I've never seen anything like that at a con. Did you make them yourself?"
For a moment I was tempted to ask what sort of conventions they were talking about, but I decided I'd rather not know. "Nah, some internet site, but I'm afraid I can't remember what one. Sorry."
Their faces fell, but that just gave me a chance to excuse myself. It was quite a shock to find people who reacted favorably to my furry bits, and that put me slightly at ease for the moment. That feeling lasted the 15 seconds it took to carry my randomly selected book to the cashier. The guy there looked me up and down and shook his head with an expression of confusion and disgust. Yeah, that was more like what I was expecting.
I paid rapidly, and sped off to the candy store. It wasn't the optimal order to hit the stores in, but I really wasn't looking forward to picking up that last item. To get there I had to walk most of the length of the mall, which was conveniently laid out as a very large elongated ring. I was sure that people were laughing at me behind my back, but I was distracted by a growing itching on my chest.
The candy store was thankfully empty save for the cashier, who waved a friendly hello to me when I entered. It looked like I had found someone else who was either non-judgmental or inured to weirdness from working in a busy mall. I idly waved back to the girl and turned my attention to assortment of jelly beans in bins, eager to grab the bubblegum flavor and be on my way. The itching on my chest seemed to have increased, and I scratched at my shirt in annoyance until I managed to tweak one of my nipples, which was rather more prominent and sensitive than it had any right to be. I stifled a yell of shock, and then another of anger as I realized what was happening. My enlarged nipples sat atop small swellings on my chest, barely noticeable even under the tight t-shirt, but more than I'd had that morning. No doubt the itching was caused by more white fur growing in. That must be what Marisa had done to me before I left. I didn't notice any change then because it was happening slowly. I resolved to finish my shopping as fast as I possibly could, before I ended up needing the bra I had been sent to obtain.
I dug out a scoop of jelly beans and dumped them in a bag, tying it off on the way to the register. The cashier must have noticed the worried expression on my face, or maybe the nervous twitching of my tail that I couldn't quite control, because she was all business while taking my money. However, as I rushed out she called an encouragement to my back, "Good luck. It's nice to see someone being who they want and not caring what other people think." It was a nice sentiment, even though she was completely wrong about my motivations. I didn't bother correcting her.
With no more way of stalling, I made my way almost back to the mall entrance to Victoria's Secret, having been told to do my shopping there rather than Sears or something. Again I kept my eyes down for most of the walk, not wanting confirmation that people were staring or laughing. Still, my cheeks were blushing pink by the time I reached the store. Not a good start for a guy about to enter a lingerie store.
The store was staffed by several attractive women, as I had expected, and one walked up to help me as I entered. I winced as I felt a slight bounce on my chest as I stopped walking. A quick glance indicated my breasts had officially budded, to about the size you'd expect on a girl in her early teens. Somehow I hadn't felt any bouncing on the rushed walk from the candy store, only once I had noticed the girls here. Shit.
Suddenly I realized what the game was, and what Marisa had meant when she warned me to behave myself. The itching had started after meeting the girls in the book store, got worse in the candy store, and now I was sporting a small set of breasts after seeing the clerks at Victoria's Secret. Every time I looked at another girl, I changed a little more, and I was going to have to do more of that before I could go home and isolate myself from further triggers. My chances of avoiding the 36DD bra I was about to buy were suddenly looking a lot worse.
I don't know how often weird-looking guys come into lingerie stores, but the girls seemed to have a strategy worked out. A blonde was near me, offering to help, while a brunette hovered subtly near the register by a telephone, presumably ready to call security should I start behaving as strangely as you'd expect from a guy with a random sprinkling of feminine curves and a foxy ear and tail set. Fortunately for all of us, my goal was simply to get out as quickly as I could.
I tried to put on a disarming smile and made a show of looking at the shopping list I had written down. "Hi, I need to pick up a 'sexy bra in size 36DD.'"
The blonde clerk squinted at me skeptically and glanced briefly at my chest. "36DD?"
I held up my hands. "Just doing as I'm told." I hoped she had heard that disclaimer from any number of boyfriends sent to pick up some items.
She nodded. "All right. Double D is a little big for some of the sexier things, since they need a bit more support, but we have some stuff you might like." She walked over to a rack and pulled off a pink bra edged in lace and adorned with bows. "How's this?"
It looked sexy enough to pass muster, and it would let me get out quick. "Looks great."
The clerk handed me the hanger. "Do you want the panties that match it?"
Ah, the upsell. I know it well, but mostly from the other side. If I resisted it I'd just be there longer. The fastest way to move on is to just agree. "Sure."
"Ok, what size would you need?" She looked me over again, clearly assuming my purchases were actually for me.
I had no idea how panties were sized. Do I just say medium? Pick a random number? Even or odd? "Um, I'm not sure."
She seemed unsurprised by that answer, and glanced at my hips again before handing me another hanger, from which was dangling a pair of panties that were more not-there than there. "Take these, and if your...girlfriend says they're the wrong size you can come back."
I nodded. "Works for me." A quick swipe of the credit card and I was on my way again, cute pink bag in hand. As I left, my improved hearing picked up a bit of snickering and one of the girls saying they now held the store's record for weirdness. At least my humiliation was a win for someone.
Now that I knew what was causing my further transformation I was actively avoiding looking at people. I navigated my way back to the car while looking determinedly at the floor, avoiding people just from seeing their legs, which seemed to protect me from punitive transformations.
Once in the car, I lifted my shirt slightly and saw that the white fur had indeed spread to my upper body, now covering my entire torso in soft, plush fluffiness. I dropped the shirt back down. A survey of the rest of the damage could wait until I got home.
I drove home carefully, keeping my gaze directly ahead so I couldn't accidentally trigger a change by seeing a driver in another car. At a stoplight I stared at the light, catching sight of a billboard in the background. Immediately upon recognizing the image as an attractive woman advertising some sort of cosmetic, I felt a heat build in my chest. I looked down in horror to see my breasts swell out slightly. Worse, the growth felt amazing, and I gasped in pleasure as my nipples tented the thin fabric of the t-shirt. Each violation seemed to result in a greater change, and I guessed this latest one gained me at least a cup size.
I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. Even pictures were off limits? That was bullshit. The sharp blast of a horn shocked me out of my anger and I drove on through the intersection, not even checking my mirror to see who honked at me. Things were bad enough already.
Thankfully, there were no more distracting advertisements on the way to Marisa's house, and I showed up a few minutes later. I beat her back, but I knew where she hid a key and managed to get inside. Dumping my purchases in the living room, I swept on to the bathroom to see what had happened to me while I was out.
I winced at the image in the mirror. I hadn't gotten a good look at myself since just after my shower, so it was distressing to see my thin waist, wide hips, and modest breasts. In addition, my shoulders seemed a bit narrower, giving me a womanly appearance from shoulders to knees. There wasn't a whole lot of my original appearance left. My figure seemed to be about the same as Marisa's, probably for her convenience in dressing me up. Hopefully that meant the bra really was just a warning.
With a sigh, I started to pull the t-shirt off to get a better look at my altered body. Once the fabric cleared my nipples an intense heat built in my chest again. I tore my gaze away from the mirror but it was too late. The heat built to a nearly painful peak and I grabbed at my breasts, feeling my nipples poke against my palms. The pleasure was back again, stronger than before, making me moan as my chest swelled against my hands, larger and faster than any earlier time. My cock twitched, tenting my sweatpants. As the pleasure grew, so did my breasts, pressing hot and firm against my grip, bigger and bigger. The entire change probably took thirty seconds, but it felt like an hour that left me gasping for breath, a single touch away from orgasm, great mounds of flesh cupped in my hands.
I was frozen, afraid to let go of my inflated breasts, like if I didn't let myself feel their weight they wouldn't really exist. It seemed wrong to call the things I was holding breasts. They were too large, too perfectly shaped. These were boobs, knockers, tits. The t-shirt remained bunched up above them, exposing the new chest ruff between them and the large pink nipples poking eagerly from the fur, begging to be touched or licked.
The sound of the front door opening reached me and I tugged the t-shirt back down, my legs nearly giving out as it brushed across my nipples. The shirt was not made to contain a bust of the size I now possessed, and it was stretched almost to transparency. I barged into the foyer, cringing at the bouncing on my chest as I confronted Marisa. "What the fuck is this for?" I yelled, gesturing at my freshly grown melons.
She looked back with an icy stare. "You must have been very bad for them to get that big. Who did you see naked?"
"Me, you bitch!" I growled. "They were the size of yours when I got here, and got this big when I checked to see what you'd done to me."
Marisa just shook her head. "I know how men are. You were probably going to play with them. I'll have to punish you later, but first, let's see what you bought."
I gaped at her. The huge cans weren't punishment enough? What the fuck else did she have planned?
She ignored my shock and strode over to where I had dropped my shopping bags. Starting with the jelly beans, which she snacked on without comment, she moved onto the Victoria's Secret bag, pulling out the frilly pink things I had purchased. "Ooh, very cute. You have excellent taste. Put them on." She tossed the underthings at me.
It really wasn't that much more shameful than the maid outfit was, and I knew better now than to attempt to get privacy to change. I grumbled a bit and stripped down, closing my eyes to avoid a repeat of my disastrous glimpse in the mirror.
"Oh, open your eyes," Marisa insisted. "You already got the full effect."
My first full look at my enhanced figure was a bit of a shock. On anyone else but me, I would have been extraordinarily appreciative. The wide hips, thin waist, and prodigious breasts would capture the attention of any guy, and the fluffy fur accentuated the curves in a way I wouldn't have expected. The feminine figure was -- thankfully! -- partially spoiled by the male equipment that remained between my legs. I was briefly grateful that I'd been allowed to keep that so far, but quickly squashed those feelings. I had to keep in mind that nothing Marisa had done was out of kindness. There would be no Stockholm Syndrome for me, thanks.
The pink lingerie felt disturbingly good. Marisa had to help me with the bra, and I hoped I wouldn't have a chance to develop the skill of putting it on myself. I don't know if it was part of Marisa's doing or if it was typical for women, but the bra was especially nice, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as it brushed across my nipples, which seemed to stay stubbornly erect. Soon enough my dick was joining the party, pressing insistently at the sheer panties. For the second time in one day, I had gotten aroused just from dressing like a girl. If it wasn't due to Marisa messing with me, then I'd have a real problem.
I could feel the blush of embarrassment in my ears as well as my cheeks. Marisa motioned for me to spin and I obeyed, my tail again trying to duck between my legs. When I completed my rotation she was looking at me with that familiar predatory grin. I cringed. "Oh no."
She grabbed my hands in an instant and I was too slow pulling away. An intense tingling swept up my arms, and I stared in shock as my hands reshaped, my palms turning to soft dark pads, nails shifting to sharp claws, dark black fur growing out at a surprising rate. Halfway up my forearms it shifted to the white that covered the rest of my body. When the change completed my hands were smaller, both more petite and more animalistic, with shorter fingers and less range of movement. They were more like slightly humanized paws than hands.
Even as I was boggling at my changed hands, Marisa was bending down and grabbing my shins. She glanced up and winked at me. "You might want to remove your shoes for this one."
I bit back a curse and bent down to untie my shoes, already feeling the transformative heat working on my feet. My shortened fingers turned out to be useless on the laces, and I could already feel my feet pressing on the sides of the shoes. I growled and freed my feet from the tightening shoes with a hearty shove, just in time as they spread out into wide canine paws, tearing apart my socks. The change continued up my ankles, the bones of my feet and lower legs reshaping. If I wasn't sitting down, the new shape would have me walking on the balls of my rather large new paws. So far, they were the only part of me to change that didn't get smaller or feminine-looking. It seemed to take a fairly big set of paws to support a bipedal person.
Marisa chuckled and I turned on her with a snarl. Even that didn't seem to phase her. She petted my altered leg, seeming to admire her work. "This is much better. Your manly legs looked a bit silly, even you have to admit."
If that was the case, she must find my male head atop an entirely female and foxy body even stranger, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. The last things I wanted was to give her a reason to take away my face or my dick. I continued to growl at her, the low, feral sound coming natural to me.
She bopped me on the nose like a naughty puppy and I reflexively pulled back and whimpered. "No growling." Reaching down, Marisa grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and hauled me to my feet, and I realized I could somehow stand steadily even with radically changed leg structure. She pulled me by the hand through the house to the bedroom, and I helplessly stumbled after her, a new docility coming over me from that minor punishment. "It's time you started earning your way back into my good graces. Behave yourself and you might get changed back."
I whined and nodded, waiting for her to tell me what to do. Having been led to the bedroom, I had a guess.
Right enough, Marisa quickly shucked her tight pants, pulling her sexy little panties down along with them. A damp spot on the front of them showed how much she was enjoying tormenting me. She sat on the bed and beckoned me over.
I found I could smell her arousal even across the room. Even parts of me that were unchanged seemed to have gotten foxy upgrades. I padded over, feeling the strange new muscles work in my legs, and knelt between Marisa's legs, assuming that was what she would be asking me to do.
She scratched between my ears patronizingly. "Good girl. Now use that tongue like I know you can."
A growl built in my throat at the name she used and I bit it back. I did usually enjoy doing this for her, but under the circumstances I didn't expect this time to be any fun. Still, she'd know if I didn't do my best, so I couldn't slack off. All the changes I had endured so far were distracting, especially the distressingly large breasts hanging below me, but I had to put all that aside.
I ran my tongue gently across her lips, licking up the moisture that had collected there. Her moans told me I didn't need to do much prep work, and her hands grabbing my head and shoving my face into her crotch only confirmed it. If she wanted it vigorous, I could oblige. I drove my tongue deep into damp slit as her thighs pinned me against her, hot against the sides of my face. The heat increased as I buried my nose in her snatch, rubbing her clit as my tongue teased her inner walls.
It was seconds later, when I felt my nose pressing harder against Marisa's crotch despite not moving my head that I realized what was happening. She was changing me again, even as I pleasured her. I yelled and tried to pull away, but her thighs held me tight.
She gripped my shifting head with tremendous pressure and spoke slowly, voice full of danger. "Keep going."
The menace in her tone made me rethink my evasion and I resumed my oral activities. I worked feverishly, desperate to get her off so I could find out what she was doing to me. All I could see was a long snout pushing out into my field of view as the bones of my face elongated and narrowed, all the better to poke into her folds. The odd warmth and tingling spread into my tongue, and I suddenly found I could delve much deeper into Marisa's eager slit, much to her delight judging from the increased frequency of her gasps and moans. A quick nudge against her clit and a particularly deep slurp with my tongue had her screaming and clutching me so hard against her that my breath was cut off.
At last she released me and I scrambled back across the carpet, grabbing at my altered face that was now coated with her juices. That felt especially odd against the whiskers I had grown. I didn't even know foxes had whiskers. I whined and looked at Marisa balefully.
She looked back with a satisfied smile. "That was an excellent start to getting back in my favor. Now we just need to address your punishment for your earlier indiscretion."
I again bit back my anger. She was still planning on punishing me for looking at myself. How crazy was she? A look at my body was enough of an answer for that, so I tried to sound contrite. "And what will that be?" My voice had even changed. It had a sultry, feminine growl to it.
The evil grin was back, making me shiver. "Bend over the bed."
That wasn't encouraging. I still had my man parts, but that position implied I might not have them for long. A whine escaped me against my will as I did as she asked. I really didn't want to, but I also didn't want to earn a worse punishment than what she already had planned.
She moved around the room behind me, grabbing something from a bag from the sound of it. "Stay there, I'll be right back."
I nodded and waited while she spent a few minutes in the bathroom. I heard movement and a bit of muttering before she reemerged. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her emerge, smiling widely and with a large erect penis emerging proudly from her crotch. I yelled in surprise before I realized it was just a strap-on. "Oh god, I thought you had given yourself a dick to fuck me with."
Marisa laughed and shook her head. "Of course not. Do you know how horrible the success rate for transformation spell reversals is? No way I'd take that chance." She must have noticed the horrified look on my face, since she waved a hand dismissively and continued, "Oh calm down. There are like seven different spells on you at this point. I should be able to reverse most of them. If you're good, of course."
Of course, she didn't mention the other implication: I'd almost certainly be stuck with some of the changes forever. My mind raced, trying to figure out which I'd prefer to be irreversible. I could probably get the tail and breasts surgically removed, but they would be hard to explain. I could hide a womanly figure under loose clothes, and maybe the same for the legs if I could figure out what to do about shoes... Caught up in my nervous thoughts, I didn't notice Marisa walking up behind me.
She gave me a slap on the ass to get my attention, making me yip in surprise. "Enough daydreaming, girl. I want your full attention for this next part." She slid the sexy panties down my legs a bit, leaving them at my knees to partially hobble me, and pressed the head of the dildo gently against my pucker, making me whine. "I was planning on just putting this in here, but you were very bad while I was away and decided you just had to look at some naked breasts, so your punishment will be a little worse."
Her hand wrapped around my penis and I yelled, instantly knowing what she had planned. I tried to crawl away on the bed, panic rushing through me. That was all I had left of myself. I couldn't let her take it away.
Marisa viciously clamped down on my balls, hard enough to make me yelp and fall onto my face again as the pain made me go limp.
A moment later I felt relief as the pain faded, only to be filled with terror as it was replaced by the horrifyingly pleasurable heat of transformation. "No, please! Don't do this!"
She slapped me hard on the ass. "Stop complaining! You earned this!"
I gasped as the heat intensified, along with the involuntary pleasure. My cock was harder than ever before, straining in her hand. I groaned as she stroked it, each movement shorter than the last. At the same time I felt my balls tightening up, as if I were about to shoot or just jumped into a cold pool, but the pulling didn't stop. There was a bizarre twisting sensation in my gut, and suddenly Marisa wasn't holding anything any more, just pressing her palm against my perfectly flat crotch. I had no time to lament the loss, as the pleasure suddenly doubled, and I felt a damp, aching, emptiness where for a brief second there had been nothing at all. It was done. The last part of my original male body was gone.
Marisa stroked along my new anatomy, drawing a long low moan from my muzzle. Her light touch electrified my body like she had pressed a live wire against me. The intense feelings couldn't be normal. If every woman could feel such amazing pleasure from a mere touch, they would never get anything done. No doubt part of the punishment was to make me love it. She rubbed her damp fingers against my nose, making me smell the musky scent of my feminine arousal. "See, you love it."
I shook my head, trying to clear my nose, but the scent clung to me, still exciting to my male mind. "N-no," I gasped, "That's not--" My protest got cut off as Marisa shoved herself forward, driving the dildo deep into my untested female sex. My body went rigid, an unexpected cry of intense pleasure tearing from my throat. What should have been painful, a horrible violation, was instead the greatest thing I had ever felt. I was being split apart, filled by that fake cock, and I couldn't help but want more.
I was absolutely convinced now that Marisa had to be enhancing my pleasure somehow. The feeling was maddening, impossible to ignore, wonderful. The dildo retreated, then speared into me again, making me cry out anew. My thoughts of resisting disappeared under the wave of sensation coursing through me. My hands gripped bunches of sheets as my entire body tensed up. The brand new parts burned with desire, erect nipples sliding across soft sheets, swollen, moist pussy lips gripping the plastic invader with great eagerness. Even my tail betrayed me, waving joyously in the air above my rear.
Marisa fucked me hard, clearly taking a malicious joy in my immense enjoyment of the submissive role. Her hands gripped my hips tightly, providing leverage for every thrust as she struck deep within me. Wet slaps filled the air as my juices ran down my thighs, resounding every time our bodies met. "How's that, girl? You like having a big cock inside you?"
I wanted to say no, deny what my body was telling me, but I couldn't do it. My voice caught in my throat, transformed into another ecstatic scream as Marisa lifted her hips and dragged the tip of the dildo across my g-spot. I could only nod shamefully, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I knew it was wrong, but all I wanted was to keep getting screwed like the bitch I now was.
She scritched through the fur on my back, one more pleasant reward on top of what she was already doing, making my back arch involuntarily. "That's right, for every time your eyes strayed, for every time you called me jealous, I'm going to fuck you. You'll get addicted to it, and beg me for more until you're the docile little pet you wanted me to be."
I whined, hoping she meant it metaphorically, but knowing she had the power to actually do it to me. There was already a strange calmness suffusing me, a mysterious joy at being topped. I tried to clear my head of the thoughts, but the only other thing to focus on was the pleasure, rapidly growing to a peak. My new anatomy clenched hard on the dildo, pressing it solidly against the sensitive walls.
A feral yowl escaped me as I went careening over the edge into my first female orgasm. My fur all stood on end as my body felt electrified, waves of pleasure rushing through me, grounding out on my nipples and clit. My claws dug furrows through the sheets as my tail lashed back and forth across my curvy ass. My pussy squeezed at the strap-on, trying to milk it of cum it couldn't give. The feeling was unbelievable, intoxicating. I never wanted it to end, but after a seeming eternity it did, and Marisa finally ceased her thrusting. With a final gasp I collapsed onto the bed, utterly drained of energy by the intensity of the experience.
I saw Marisa calmly walk across the room and fetch something from a bag, the strap-on still jutting from her crotch, dripping with my nectar. She returned to me and stroked through my fur again, a strangely calming gesture. I gave no resistance when she affixed the collar around my neck, smiling down at me with a satisfaction that had nothing to do with the sex we just had.
She patted me on the head. "I lied to you earlier. I have no intention of changing you back. It was clear from the moment I came home to find you had been ogling yourself in the mirror that you were beyond rehabilitation. Don't worry, you'll learn to like your new role as my familiar. What you just felt, you can have every day, as long as you're good. Doesn't that sound nice?"
God help me, it did. I had no will left. With the punishments, the humiliation, and finally the sex, she had taken it all from me. I had seen the carrot and the stick, and knew there was nothing I could do to stop her. Resisting would gain me nothing.
I nodded, and nuzzled her hand, my first action as her obedient pet, and it felt good.