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The last of the black bean and cheese enchilada vanished into Brandon's mouth. Leaning back in his wicker chair, he smiled up at Hailey.

“Another killer recipe, Hay."

Hailey rolled her eyes despite the pleased lilt to her lips. “Killer's the wrong word. Wish you'd let me cook you something that's not vegetarian for once. You know, real food?"

He shook his head as he stood up from their small dinner table. “Vegetarianism comes with the job. I couldn't go into animal protection then eat meat. Not with the way those animals live. I've showed you the farms, those horrible gestation crates, the --"

“Yeah yeah, I've heard it a million times. I respect vegetarians, I'll cook for them, but --"

“You could never do it yourself," Brandon finished. “I know." He reached out for the freezer handle but Hailey lightly slapped his wrist.

“Tonight I've got dessert ready for you too, you lucky man, you."

His girlfriend's predatory grin meant it would be something special. Hailey almost never made him a dessert. Brandon allowed himself to be led back to his chair. Wait, he wasn't forgetting a special occasion, was he? It wasn't even close to the first anniversary of their first date; they'd met in June, and it was November. It wasn't her birthday, and it certainly wasn't his. What was he missing?

“Eyes closed," she said in a sing-song voice.

The world went dark. He heard her slipping off her cute white cooking apron as she opened a drawer. Wasn't that one just cutlery? He shifted in his gym shorts and T-shirt. Good thing he'd already changed out of his work uniform, in case this was going to be something messy like ice cream cake or hot pie. Knowing Hailey though, it wouldn't be something so ordinary. No, she'd probably scoured the internet for something outrageous and experimental.

The short sleeve of his right arm was hoisted upward and he felt a pinprick of pain. His eyes shot open in time to catch Hailey withdrawing a small metal device from his outer shoulder. An auto-injector, similar to an EpiPen. Another damn auto-injector.

Brandon sighed.

“Don't worry," said Hailey as she tossed it into the trash. “This bioaug's from a legit shop I passed on the way home from work. ABCA certified and all that jazz. It won't be like the other ones, promise."

Hailey tried to put up a front of innocence and blamelessness, but he picked up on the undercurrent of hesitant worry in her tone.

“The last one had a $60 co-pay at the doctor's to get uninstalled."

She was tapping away on her smartphone at this point. “This one's safe. You know you worry too much, Brannie."

It was the name she used when she thought he was being a baby. He shook his head in resignation. “At least it's reputable enough that it's got an app, huh?"

She flashed a smile at him before returning to her screen. Her features, especially her eyes, shone in the electric white light of her phone thanks to the dim lighting of the kitchen. She used her pinky to tuck some of the long brown hair that hung past her shoulders into place behind her ear. Brandon stood and put his shoulder through some arm circles to ease the injection's lingering soreness. He wasn't an excitable man, but he found himself pacing the kitchen. Hailey was the one element of his life that always threw him off balance. Maybe that was why he loved her so damn much.

“So what's in store for me this time?" he asked. “Insatiable lust? Super flexibility? A craving to watch the same shows that you happen to like?"

“That last one would be perfect, but I don't think they've invented it yet."

He would have tried to sneak a peek at the screen if he didn't know she'd run away to keep it a surprise. Besides, he couldn't bring himself to care overly much. It had been a long day. If she really had picked it up in a store, it couldn't truly be unsafe. Brandon headed for the sofa in the living room, the biggest room in their one-bedroom apartment. Watching some TV after the delicious enchilada seemed like a top-notch plan. Maroon 5 was supposed to be doing interviews tonight. Last week had been the last concert of their farewell tour.

A wave of warmth spread through his blood from the injection site. He froze, looking at Hailey expectantly.

“You're looked tired, honey bun, so I hit you with some energy. Now we can get to the good stuff without you getting bored!"

He blinked as his weariness evaporated. This was much quicker and cleaner than any past experience Brandon had with any drugs or bioaugs. Maybe this is what cocaine or speed felt like? He was bouncing on his bare feet like a sprinter before a race as a sort of restlessness swept through him.

“Turn it down, too much, too much," he said.

“Sorry sorry, alright," Hailey said, her thumb sliding carefully along her screen. “Muscle mass and tone is next."

He nodded as the roaring fire in his body quieted some. He watched his biceps with some interest as they began to swell. A growing pressure – not pleasant, but not uncomfortable – could be felt in all of his major muscle groups. His biceps and triceps, calves, quads, glutes, abs, pects. Twisting his neck experimentally as the process continued, he found his neck thicker than normal. He hunched over to flex his back and arms, savoring the feeling of his now-huge shoulder and back muscles contracting with strength. Even the muscles in places like his feet and hips felt like they were being affected.

Hailey had outdone herself this time. This bioaug wasn't some cheapo. She'd probably saved for weeks for this. That fact humbled him.He promised himself that he wouldn't screw up whatever she wanted to do with him tonight. Even if it was silly, even if he'd rather be doing something else, he'd make sure she was having fun.

The wooden floorboard creaked once, then again. He'd gained easily 50 pounds. His pects split his T-shirt with an almost cartoony ripping sound.

Hailey was giggling, walking around him in a slow circle to appreciate the changes. She slapped his arm in glee when his shirt ripped.

When she'd recovered, she said, “I made sure you weren't wearing one of your favorite shirts, don't worry. Oh, that's hilarious." She giggled again.

Brandon shrugged. The motion was strange. Easy, but heavy at the same time. His new build was curvy and stout in what he imagined was a very attractive way, but it wasn't ridiculous like a gold medalist bodybuilder.

“We've done muscle before Hay," he said. “I didn't think you loved it enough to buy another aug just like it."

Hailey cast him a sassy look as she approached him, most of her attention still on the screen. “Don't be like that Brannie, enjoy it! You're ripped as all hell. Now carry me to the couch."

He crouched with ease so that when she turned her back to him and fell, he pressed her gently to his chest. Then he stood and waddled over to the couch like a fat penguin with Hailey held against his ripped shirt. She laughed at his antics. The effortless power he felt was wonderful. Hailey was like a baby in his arms. He had to be careful to not squeeze her too tightly against the steel wall of his pects and abs. Truly, he didn't yet know his own strength.

Brandon brushed a strand of Hailey's soft brown hair away from her face once they were seated. “What's wrong?" he asked as he flicked on the TV. Her lips were twisted in a frown.

“There's so many damn options. Can't decide," she murmured.

The interviews he wanted to see weren't on yet. He put it to some B-rated evening talk-show then pulled her closer to his chest.

“Screw it. What's your favorite animal?"

“Mm. Probably a dog," he answered, not really paying attention. He was trying to figure out what the topic was on the show. “Loyal, loving. A dog in a good home makes everyone happy."

“What kinda dog?"

He found the bioaug had given him some height too, so he rested his chin atop Hailey's head. “You know Evan's dog, your old work buddy? That Bernese Mountain Dog was great."

“I seeeeee," she said, tapping her screen. Brandon glanced down but her hair was in the way.

“Why, were you thinking of getting..." he trailed off. His lips had felt strange as he was talking. Then he realized his chin was somehow sliding forward along Hailey's scalp without him moving his head.

He jerked Hailey forward with his hands in surprise. She got to her feet and whirled to watch him expectantly. Eagerness was written all over her face.

Brandon tried to stand up too, but now only his toes were touching the ground. He scooted forward, which felt strange, but again he couldn't get his feet to the ground. Was he shrinking? Everywhere, his skin was itching, and something weird was happening to his vision. Colors shifting, a black spot growing in the middle of his view. His ears were tingling, his fingers were stiffening, somewhere behind his butt there was a tickling sensation.

Hailey took a couple of steps away from the sofa as he squirmed in desperation to get off the couch. What felt like his side hit the wooden floorboards, even though his ribs and stomach were completely strange, and he tried to rise to his feet. And failed. No matter how much he tried to straighten up when he stood on his feet, he kept falling forward. When he did, his fingers made little scratching noises on the wood. On the third try, he finally looked down.

Instead of hands, there were little white paws connected to brown and black furry legs.

Somewhere in the room, a dog barked. Brandon tried to back away from the paws on all fours but slipped on his own feet to fall on his butt. A hand pressed against the back of his neck, gently but firmly. He could feel thick fur between his skin and the touch.

“Relax, relax," Hailey said. Rather, it sounded like Hailey, but her voice was louder and...different. Had she put on a mask or something? She sounded worried, frantic, and maybe even a bit amused.

“You're fine, Brandon, you're fine. You're just a dog. Crazy, right?"

And everything made sense. He stopped struggling, and got to all four of his feet. Forcing himself to take deep breaths through his new nose for a minute, he managed to relax and get his bearings. As he did, he could feel the muscles along his tail and at the base contracting to raise his tail out from between his hind legs. Hm. The apartment's scents, old and new, filled his mind as he focused on his relaxing breaths. Old wood, Hailey's conditioner, pizza from two days ago, the sandwich in the trash.

“This bioaug was a steal. I'm turning on the MindSpeak. It's one of those new versions where you just have to say the words in your head twice in a row, okay?"

Brandon tried to glare up at her as she worked the app. He couldn't. His face didn't have the mobility of expression that humans did. Plus, it was all brand new to him. The long, droopy lips. The snout taking up half his vision. Which was actually his mouth, stretched out inches in front of him. His teeth and tongue were outside his face. Bizarre. He licked his lips and nose, twitching his snout away at the odd sensation of something warm and wet quickly slipping across the exposed black skin.

“Done."

Hailey, he said in his head twice, pouring in all the disapproval he could muster.

Half a second later, the speaker on her phone repeated the word he'd said. The disapproval was absent from the robotic tone of voice.

She grinned, but he could see the doubt in it. She knew that he knew, too.

“Yes, maybe I should have warned you, but you should have seen your face! You had no idea what was happening! Be grateful I set the transformation time to almost as fast as it can go."

I'd be glaring at you if I could.

“I'm sure." She rolled her eyes. “Come on Brannie, you know it's all temporary. This is from an actual store. Like, a store on a street, with money back guarantees, with no waivers to sign. Won't you try to enjoy it? You're a dog for God's sake! You look just like Evan's little pupper!"

Brandon sighed. It came out like a dog's pant, of course, devoid of the meaning he'd tried to convey.

Fine. I'm a dog. Do you...want to play some fetch, or...

She laughed as he'd hoped, clapping her hands together. “Yay! Brandon's a happy doggie!"

Hailey knelt by him to dig her short nails into his fur. And Brandon's legs went slack. His eyes half-closed. The sensations were overwhelming. She started with his scalp, then moved to the thick fur of his neck and down to his belly. When she moved up his side, his hind leg reflexively scratched at the area along with her. In that moment, he couldn't care less that he was behaving just like anyone else's household pet. The feeling of being pet so vigorously was unbelievable.

His girlfriend was murmuring something in the way that people do when petting cute animals. Brandon wasn't paying attention. The way her fingers snaked through the thickest parts of his fur, the crude rasp of her fingernails against his soft skin beneath, the sensitivity of certain spots of his body. Behind his floppy ears. The muscle at the base of his hind legs. The underside of his snout. It was almost sexual, how good it felt.

When at last it had stopped, Brandon came back to his senses to find that he was panting. Breathing over twice a second. Amazing, how breathing that quickly was natural even though it would be completely ineffectual as a human. He could feel his heart racing in his deep chest, between his front legs. The floor was cool against the side of his snout and his left legs. At some point he'd rolled partially onto his back to grant Hailey easier access to pet his furry belly.

I can't even describe how good that felt.

“Oh it felt good, did it?" Hailey said. Brandon recognized the familiar lilt to her tone. “D'you wanna feel even better, little doggie?"

As she sat on the edge of the sofa, she flicked the TV off. Then she did 'the wiggle', her version of taking off her shorts in dramatically seductive fashion. Brandon rose to his four paws. He had to admit that he was surprised.

I know that when you buy these bioaugs, you usually have kinky sex as one of the goals in mind. I thought this would be an exception, given the situation.

“What, because you're an animal? Psh, please. I think you'd be surprised how many girls have fantasized about getting boned by a dog, a horse, a tiger – you name it. Now be a good boy and help undress me?"

Brandon was not on-board with the way things were going. Nonetheless, helping her get naked was almost automatic at this point in their relationship. Not as a dog though.

She knelt down to let him use his mouth to tug her shirt up her arms and off her head. When he pulled down her panties, he caught a whiff of her sex. It wasn't an unpleasant aroma, but neither was it appetizing. Judging by the strength of the smell, she was aroused. As she'd hinted.

All too soon, she was naked on her hands and knees, looking at him over her shoulder.

Doggy style. Of course, he sent. He shifted his weight around on the pads of his paws. They both knew he was stalling.

“What are you waiting for? We don't have to use a condom, obviously. You're not human."

He noticed his tail was drooped down. Resting against the furry testicles hanging freely between his legs. Part of him felt bad that he was letting her down.

She reached for her smartphone as she sat back on her heels. “I thought this might happen. Don't worry Brannie, I'll give you a little...pride to help you out."

Sorry, it's just...I'm a dog. When you look back at me I imagine you're seeing a dumb animal, but I don't want to treat you like that. You don't deserve to be fucked by a dog, you know?

That was only half the truth. The other half was that he wasn't feeling the normal arousal he did with Hailey. Whether that was because dogs' brains weren't meant to be attracted to humans, or because the oddity of the circumstances wasn't getting him in the mood, Brandon didn't know.

“I get it, I get it." Her finger flicked the screen, as if scrolling down a list. She tapped a few buttons then set the phone aside to watch him. “This'll only take a few seconds, then I want you to fuck my brains out!"

His fur was shifting its hue. He could see it on the top of his snout, his front legs. Bringing his tail out to the side, he watched the white tuft change. The fur on the top his tail became almost black while the rest fluffed out and became what looked like gray. With a dog's eyes, all he could was that the colors were...off.

The cushions of the couch receded downward as Brandon grew taller. A few inches at the shoulder, at least. His snout grew more pointed. He felt his ears stiffening, rising up, taking a pointed shape. His build shifted from a bundle of huggable fluff into something leaner and meaner. Then it was over.

Wolf? he guessed.

“Nailed it," said Hailey. Her voice was sharper in his ears, ears that physically reacted to the sound. “Now take me already, wolfboy!"

Well, it was now or never. He did feel better with his greater height and subtle strength. He felt dangerous. Quiet, but deadly. Still, he didn't feel aroused. He couldn't feel the relative chill of the air against any exposed penis. And try as he might, he couldn't twist his body enough to check out what was happening between his legs.

“Oh for Pete's sake," said Hailey as she noticed what he was doing. For the second time that day, Brandon was suddenly hit by a surge of sensation.

Her fingers stroked up and down the fur of what must have been his...sheath. It was clear she was in a rush. Brandon's thin legs threatened to crumple beneath him, but he remained upright with his eyes squeezed shut as he trembled. He felt like he ought to cry out, to bark from the stimulation. No sound came out, however. But when his wolfhood finally began to emerge, Hailey let her fingers play along its tip, and he howled. Literally.

It wasn't a full-blown, theatrical howl. Not an “I'm on the hunt!" howl, nor a forlorn, miserable cry to the heavens. It was more of a prolonged, helpless whimper. Not that he wanted Hailey to stop.

Yet stop she did. When he opened his eyes, she was getting into position in front of him. He didn't need to be told twice. Rising onto his hind legs, he lurched forward. His chest rested on her smooth backside and lower back while his front legs dangled against her sides uselessly. Brandon's tail hung loose, devoid of emotion compared to his tail as a Bernese Mountain Dog. The position felt far from silly though as he probed around her rear with his erect penis. Every time his tip touched flesh, his whole body quivered from the stimulation. When he felt her cleft, he walked himself forward on his hind legs until he was inside her.

Before he'd gone more than an inch into her tunnel, he found his hips jerking back. Then back in. Then out, then in. His wolf body wanted this rhythm, this rapid humping. The slick surface of his canine member slid along the warm, fleshy walls of his girlfriend's vagina with ease. Brandon chuffed out an exhalation. His chest was tight from the tension in his body. Sexual pleasure quivered through his form, making it hard to breathe, hard to even think. He scooted closer on his hind paws and continued humping Hailey like a bitch in heat.

Brandon's eyes opened wide. He convulsed, pushing his chest against Hailey and withdrawing his member. His dull wolf claws scrabbled on the wood as he hastened away from her. She turned to look at him where his deep, bestial chest heaved with his rapid breaths.

She picked up on his mental state immediately. “What's wrong?"

His exposed, inhuman cock bobbed in the cool air of the apartment as blood throbbed through it. His ears were turned away from her, folded down by his neck.

I won't do this. You're my girlfriend, my beautiful, brilliant, loving girlfriend. And I'm humping you like some neighborhood mutt might hump a stray bitch in heat. It's wrong.

Hailey sat down, cross-legged, to face him. A drop of fluid seeped out of her vagina to the floorboards. “Oh Brandon, I understand, but you're taking this too seriously, aren't you? I wanted you to fuck me like a dog. I still do. It may look fucked up – bestiality or whatever – but it's still us inside. There's no one here to watch is there?"

She glanced at the windows with a small smile. The blinds were up, but of course no one was peering in. Brandon shook his furry head.

When you look back at me, you see a wolf, a dumb animal. I don't want you to be fucked by me like this. I won't treat you like that. I'll let most things slide. I'm usually fine with whatever you want to do. But this is pushing it.

“But you're not a dumb animal. And I want this. Can you, I dunno, just get over it? Didn't it feel good as a wolf?"

Yes. It did. The synthesized male voice from her phone didn't convey the reluctance, the way he drew his words out. I won't do it, alright? Is there some other setting in that app you want to try out instead?

The spreading grin on her face answered his question. She reached for the phone. “I was saving this until after you came for the first time. You'll see why. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures."

Brandon shifted on his four paws. His arousal was beginning to die, replaced with curiosity and maybe a touch of worry. He reminded himself again that she'd bought this aug from a reputable location.

“Lemme know if you want me to turn it down or shut it off. Though...something tells me you won't. Here we go." Her index finger slid from the left side of the screen to the middle of the screen, almost all the way to the right.

Brandon tilted his snout to watch his paws. Would they morph into hooves? Redouble in size? He waited, but all he could feel was the pulse of his cock. It was so warm, no, so hot! He was aware of the pounding of his heart. The warmth in his tall ears which were perking up. The need he felt inside. The fiery, burning need. The need to claim his mate, to pound her slit ruthlessly, relentlessly. His mouth opened, letting spill his hot breath past his pearly white fangs.

Again his claws scrabbled on the floor as he all but lunged at Hailey. Some part of his mind allowed him to hold his full weight back as he bore her down to the ground with his front paws. Pre-cum was smeared over her thighs and belly like a child scribbling with a crayon, as he made a frenzied effort to plunge his tingling wolfhood into her vagina as fast as possible.

In seconds he was slamming his meat as deep as he could into Hailey. She was splayed out, her naked legs raised into the air above his back, her hair fanned out around her head like a sunburst. A quiet gasp came from her parted lips. His keen ears allowed him to catch it. He knew it was involuntary by how soft it was. He'd made her gasp. Her pleasure was all because of him – he was her lover. The initiator. The one in charge.

She was mumbling something, then squealing something else. Just nonsense words of pleasure, he guessed. He wasn't paying attention. He was preoccupied by the tight, hot pressure bearing down on his wolfhood from all directions. His body was in overdrive and autopilot at the same time. The rate of his forceful humping even faster than it had been the first time. He could feel the fine hairs at the tip of his sheath tickle Hailey's inner thighs.

Hailey kept calling out one word, some irrelevant sound with no importance. The squelching noises from his thrusts were more concerning, more interesting. More hot. The thick fur of his belly rustled against her breasts and belly. He bent his neck down, but he was too large to press his muzzle against his mate's face. Her hair tickled his whiskers as he buried his nose in the hair coming out of her scalp. The pungent scent was fruity, but artificially so. The fur of his tail-tip whispered along the floorboards every time he thrust in and out of the depths of her vagina. Which was about three times a second.

That word, she kept saying it like it meant something. Finally the meaning struck him. “Deeper!" she was saying. “Deeper!"

A moment of clarity. Holy shit, came the voice from Hailey's phone.

He'd been blinded by his lust. Horny with absolutely no regard for anything else. Horny like only animals could be. The thought was enough to slow down his thrusts, to make him second-guess what he'd done. But the feelings could not be denied. The shocks of electricity shooting down his four legs, the delightful tension in his neck, his belly, his shoulders, the maelstrom of boiling pleasure centered around his cock – it was inexorable. He could not say no.

So fuck it.

His hackles raised along with his thin black lips. A savage growl came out from between his clenched fangs, matching the surge of dominance he felt within.

Brandon went all-out. Faster. Harder. Deeper. The ever-so-sensitive tip of his canine cock brushed against the relative hardness of Hailey's cervix. Her walls, her lovely squeezing walls, contracted tightly against his member every time he pushed deep. He could hear her crying out in helpless pleasure at the treatment he was giving her. Never had he taken her so brutally as a man. As a lusty wolf, however, it was only natural.

The final, glorious thrusts of his bestial hips arrived at last. As he coated her insides with his spunk, his penis almost seemed to inflate. From tip to base, his cock grew even hotter and wider as he sprayed out his semen. A canine whine came from his throat. What felt like a bulb of hot flesh just outside his sheath swelled into existence. Its placement along his length was such that it tied Hailey to him. Startled by the strange feelings, he tried to scoot back. It only dragged Hailey along with him.

He gave it a rest. Allowed it to happen. At length, he lowered himself onto his side. Hailey twisted to accommodate, feeling the furry pelt of his belly and sides with her arms. And her face.

“Wow," Hailey sighed. Brandon agreed with a grunt.

Brandon soon found that every time she shifted her thighs, or the circular muscles of her vagina contracted, it coaxed a fresh ejaculation from him. It was an entirely new experience for him. They weren't quite multiple orgasms, but instead as if the end of his first orgasm was prolonged. A minor movement from Hailey eked out a new spasm and accompanying spurt of hot fluid. Odd, but more than welcome. He wondered if his mate liked it

His mate. He really needed to stop thinking like that. He was a man, not a beast.

“Well that was fucking awesome. What did...oh," she groaned as Brandon's crotch spasmed, making him thrust and ejaculate anew. Small coughing grunts escaped his throat from the unexpected pleasure.

“Damn that's hot, huh, wolf boy?"

Brandon, distracted by the continual mini-orgasms he was experiencing, took a moment to get his thoughts in order. Definitely one of your hotter ideas, Hay. I think we both loved it. Don't know if I can really say it was me who loved it though. You made me into some kind of sex monster.

“Mm," she hummed. He felt the vibration in his chest. “The app has a 'Libido' setting. Kind of a stiff name though, don't you think? Pun not intended. I think...oh, oh! Another little spurt, lovely." She snorted in laughter.

“I think 'Fuck-meter' would be a much better name," she finished.

Oh yes. That was sarcastic by the way, he added after the emotionless voice had spoken.

“Ready for another go?"

Again already? He tried to pull away but the knot was still there. I'm stuck, I don't think --

She cut him off as she started fiddling around on her screen again. “I'll turn you back real quick. Then after the second transformation, if you're not horny enough, I'll turn up the Fuck-meter, okay?"

He felt his body begin to shrink, the proportions of his legs, his neck, his arms, all changing. The cool air kissed his skin as his fur receded. He watched his claws retract and broaden to become human fingernails even as his toes stretched out into relatively flimsy, slender digits.

His cock popped free of Hailey with a small torrent of wolf-spunk. It splattered onto the floor. He'd have to clean that up later.

Brandon had his reservations about being hit with the lust again. It was the same reason he rarely drank alcohol. He wasn't himself. Not really. His calm rationality was one of his defining features as a person. To have that replaced with wild passion was to be murdered then brought back to life, in a way. The Brandon that he knew, that Hailey knew, would be gone for a short while.

He knew he was overthinking it. Tonight was about making Hailey happy, enjoying the moment. Enjoying this crazy experience with his girlfriend. He could worry over the details and get philosophical later.

With his more mobile arms, he held Hailey's shoulder and put her at arm's length. A sign of seriousness. He worked his jaw as it collapsed into his face, then spoke, almost cutting his tongue on his still-sharp teeth as he did.

“Dial down the lust this time."

Hailey nodded, making eye contact. “I understand. No problem-o."

Brandon took a steadying breath, closing his eyes. Full color vision had been returned to him, but he couldn't smell anything in the air. Plus, it felt like he'd just escaped the crowd at a rock concert. His hearing was dull, useless. At least he could be closer to Hailey with their skin actually touching.

He stood slowly, careful not to lose his balance as a biped once more. The bioaug had reverted him to the muscular and athletic build instead of his normal body. He took a couple of steps. So much of his foot was touching the ground with each footfall compared to a dog or wolf. Creepy, to think of humans so analytically. Like he wasn't one.

“Oh!" Hailey exclaimed. “This one oughta be good. Brace yourself, big boy!"

“Big boy? That's a new one. What are you turning me...whoa. My voice."

His voice was rapidly growing deeper, more resonant. The world was shrinking around him. No, he was growing. At an alarming pace. He hopped from foot to foot as his growing soles slid inch by inch along the floor. The hopping transitioned into a slower shifting of his weight as he rapidly grew heavier. He was becoming cumbersome, slow. The weight of his upper body was growing too quickly – he was too top-heavy. He fell forward. When he tried instinctively to spread out his fingers, he found that he no longer had any. He had hooves – no, not hooves, but what looked like gray tree stumps.

His legs slammed into the ground. The entire apartment rattled. Glasses in the sink clinked together. Shelves bounced up and down. The wooden floorboards creaked, and the boards in the corner of the room made a sharp cracking sound. Brandon tried to jerk his head toward the sound, but his head was huge and ponderous so it took a second. There was no obvious damage to the ground.

He turned toward Hailey, feeling the weight of a growing appendage pulling on his face, wiggling around as it grew. In his agitation, his ears flapped forward and backward. They were huge, and practically paper-thin. He caught a glimpse of his side, his humongous, tall, wide, broad-side-of-a-barn of a side. It was a light gray but growing darker by the second. Wrinkles were developing in the thick, hairless skin.

“Erephaurrr, mnggh..." He tried to speak but it was unintelligible. Bright white tusks were emerging into his vision and they felt like they were coming right out of his mouth. His voice wanted to funnel into his long, long nose instead of come out of his mouth. He switched to MindSpeak, concentrating on words in his head and repeating them twice. The urgency in his tone would unfortunately be lost.

Elephant? Have you lost your mind?

Hailey was watching the process with eyes wide. She scooted to the corner of the couch as his ballooning mass pressed into the space she'd been occupying. He shifted his right arm, now his right foreleg, and accidentally knocked the couch a few inches backward. Effortlessly. Absolutely effortlessly. He'd barely felt the impact.

He could feel his left leg pressing against one of the apartment walls as he grew. Immediately he pulled it away.

“You should see your dick," she said. “It's absolutely --"

We're destroying the apartment. Turn me back. Turn me back. Turn me back. Turn me back. He shouted the words in his head until she got the message.

The strained wood creaked again. How much did he weigh now, not even fully grown? Five thousand pounds? Ten thousand pounds? He pulled his four legs together so they wouldn't break anything, but the floor beneath him groaned in response. The floor would collapse if he concentrated his weight too close to one spot. He tried to find a compromise for his foot placement as he continued growing. Soon it wouldn't matter. He imagined he could see the floor beginning to bend beneath him, cratering downward.

Then something smooth pressed against his back. The ceiling.

Do it now, came the calm voice from Hailey's phone. She made a few taps, slid a finger up, tapped again, and looked up at him expectantly.

Any second the apartment was going to cave in on him. There'd be property damage, major property damage to pay. He might destroy their picture frames, ruin their favorite table. He found himself trumpeting like the elephant he was. The trunk extending out of his face, still growing longer by the second, grew erect and stiff as his squeal echoed through it to become a thundering cry. It wasn't quite as impressive as a real, fully-grown elephant, but it was loud. His thin tail swayed his anxiety behind his gigantic hindquarters.

At long last, the ceiling receded from his arched back. The pressure on his body from the walls receded. The floors creaked again, but this time from bending back to their original, flat shape. His tail was slurped up into his tailbone just above his exposed anus. His curved tusks retreated backward as his trunk narrowed and pulled back toward his eyes. Both his massive belly and tall skull shrank back to their original dimensions, allowing him to slump backward into a sitting position. His sigh of relief was pitched low but thankfully human as he watched the horny growths on his hands and feet grow out into fingers and toes.

“Hailey," he said when he was confident in his ability to speak English properly again. His stern tone was unnecessary; she had to know how peeved he was.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so sorry, so so sorry!" She hugged her knees to her chest where she sat naked against the armrest of the couch. The set-up of the room was all askew, everything fallen over or pushed away from where Brandon had grown.

“What were you thinking? Were you thinking? You can't just click on whatever sounds fun at the time, you have to think of the consequences, you have to --"

“I know, it was a mistake, I got excited, you know how I get excited! But it's okay, nothing broke I think, and the floors are fine!"

He shook his head, stopped himself from gritting his teeth. “No, Hailey. What just happened isn't okay. We can't --"

Hailey cut in, but he kept talking, continuing his lecture about remembering the consequences of her actions. She started to apologize again as he knew she would. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened in their relationship. He hadn't forgotten how she'd wrecked her Ford last year.

His girlfriend snatched up her phone as she babbled. Her eyes flitted between him and the screen as her fingers played along its touchscreen buttons.

“We'll do something else," she said in between his sentences. “Everything will be fine. This is what I wanted, this'll be better, hold on, just hold on."

He raised a finger. “Everything won't be fine. Not if this happens again." He lifted a foot to scratch an itch around his ankle bone. It seemed to radiate upward in response. No big deal – he couldn't afford to get distracted when he was about to reach his main point with Hailey.

“Please, just listen," he continued. “And maybe take it to heart this time." He coughed, clearing his throat. “Think before you act. That's all I ask." He coughed again. It felt like his voice was growing weaker. “If this happens again..." He couldn't manage more. His voice wasn't projecting. He scratched at his wrist. And froze.

His fingernails had slid across something perfectly smooth, instead of catching on soft skin to satisfy his itch. The reason was obvious. Instead of skin, his body was covered in tiny hexagonal scales. A mesmerizing pattern of oranges, browns, blacks, and whites was emerging, but the beauty was lost on Brandon. He twisted left and right, an uncomfortably easy motion, trying to look at all parts of his body.

Already there were drastic changes in place. His penis and testicles were finishing their retreat into some kind of slit or pouch at his crotch, and his thighs had merged together. He must have not noticed because he'd been distracted by the argument. He looked up at Hailey even as he rubbed his head, stroking an alien smoothness instead of his hair.

“Hailey," he practically whispered. “Really?"

“I don't want to argue. Not tonight, okay? Not tonight. Can we forget what happened for now? Deal with it in the morning?"

His disappointment and frustration were difficult to hold onto. Whether that was because of his transformation or Hailey's downhearted sadness was hard to say. He wanted to say something, to get the last word in, or to make one final point so he'd feel good afterward, but it really wasn't worth the effort. Not when he was halfway toward becoming a snake.

His feet were gone, replaced with smooth, scaly stubs. He reached down to where his crotch used to be, trying to feel around for what had become of his manhood. Or rather, he tried to. His arms and hands were stuck to his sides. As if a strait-jacket were being tightened around his torso, inch by inch, his upper extremities were pulled toward his backbone, merging with the flesh of his chest and hips. His shoulders collapsed inward. Now his neck was smoothly continuous with his chest.

He lowered himself down slowly to prevent from face-planting into the wood. The smoothness of the movement was disturbing, like a rocking chair tipping forward. He eased himself onto his belly and chest belly like he'd been doing it all his life. Just in time, too, as his foot-lumps finally pressed together to become a single blunted tip. The tip of his new tail. He could feel the tiny jolts as the bones of his legs crumbled and reformed into vertebrae that connected to his tailbone. His legs had become the beginnings of his tail. He lifted his head and neck away from the wood.

“What kind of ssssnake?" He asked with one final effort, before his morphing tongue became useless for speech. He wondered if she'd see him blush with embarrassment, then recalled that his face was scales instead of pink skin.

Hailey brightened up, since he'd said something that wasn't a reprimand. She read from the screen. “Reh-tick...reh-tick-you-lay-tid...reticulated python! It was the longest snake."

He tried to nod, stopped. The vertebrae of his neck were popping inaudibly. His skull began to flatten, to rotate upward on his neck. Now his chin, or more accurately, his lower jaw was parallel with his neck and chest. And his abdomen and tail, too. His whole body was pressed against the floor. He was limbless, strewn out across the floor like a wet spaghetti noodle. Setting his lower jaw down on the floor was a welcome relief.

The television wobbled on its table as Brandon's tail-tip pushed against the base. He turned his neck and was surprised to find that the table was at least ten feet away from his face. Already he'd grown so long without even noticing. Foot after foot was being added to his scaly length as he was distracted by the other changes. He moved his tail, admiring its sinuous flexibility, so that it would grow up against the bare wall instead.

When he turned back toward his attentive girlfriend, he realized it had been a long time since he'd blinked. But he couldn't blink, not anymore. His eyelids were gone. He watched his surroundings grow duller, less detailed as his eyes transformed. Evidently reticulated pythons didn't have great vision. His field of view widened when his eyes were pushed to the sides of his head to make room for his elongating nose. He wanted to frown in disgust at the way his nostrils migrated to the side, but his lips had grown hard and scaly. Bizarrely, he found his face strained by a grim smile. A wide, grim smile. And wider, and wider. The corners of his mouth ripped through his scaly face until they were well behind his eyes. Where his ears would have been, had they not melted into his flesh and sealed up.

“Ooo, lemme see your fangs Brandon!" said Hailey. He felt her words through his jaw more than heard them. His hearing definitely hadn't improved. Obliging, he raised his head into the air and parted his jaws. His head had become very flattened.

“Good lord. That is horrifying. You've got a whole bunch of fangs. And your tongue comes out of this little..tube thing."

He could imagine it would be pretty disturbing. As he closed his mouth, he could see a few tiny splits appear above the line of his mouth but below his nostrils. Then, like the sun was emerging from behind thick clouds, he could feel Hailey's warmth. In great detail. He knew exactly where she was without looking from the massive waves of heat her body was producing. He could even feel where the sun-drenched windows were, or the cold of the freezer and fridge.

This is really weird, came the voice from Hailey's phone. He hadn't realized he'd been repeating the phrase in his mind.

Turning his head for another backward glance, he estimated his current length to be closer to twenty feet. The colorful pattern of his scales was gaining greater contrast, beginning to resemble its final coloration. His scales were gorgeous, really. A mesmerizing, beautiful pattern that was both wavy and net-like. There were tan scales, orange, black, and white, with his underside the whitest. His backbone rose steadily upward along his length until he was perfectly tubular in shape. Now he really was like a wet spaghetti noodle on the floor. A humongous, very long, very dangerous noodle.

A deep urge, a need, struck him when he faced Hailey again. The human, a creature so completely different from the animal he'd become. His tongue flicked out of a slot at the front of his mouth. It waved up and down in front of him, effortlessly. When he retracted it back in, the two tips found their places in slots in the roof of his mouth. And his mind exploded with information. Scents, or tastes, so many of them. Beans, cheese, sweat, fear, cotton, wood, perfume, fruit juice, and many more. Most he couldn't identify by memory, like fear, but his brain interpreted them on an instinctual level.

He felt like he ought to be concerned that he could taste Hailey's fear, but it made sense. He'd become a gigantic python.

“Wow. I think you're done." Hailey shifted in her corner of the couch. “Sorry that one took so long – the default setting was like a minute."

It's fine, he sent as he tasted the air again. The sensory information was useful, reassuring. A new urge arose in his head, growing insidiously. The lively warmth blasting his pit organs only encouraged it. He propelled his body forward, toward the couch.

His length untangled behind him. He could feel every inch of his body acutely as it slid silently and fluidly along the ground. The scales of his long, long belly were more like skin in that they were rough and textured enough to 'catch' the ground. He used the leverage to slither, to push his head up over the side of the couch. He wormed his head around the leg of the couch, then around to the front again, before making another circle. Moving was easy when every single part of him moved the same way. His body plan was the epitome of simplicity.

“What are you doing?"

Getting closer to you.

She paused before speaking again. His coils continued to wrap around her. “Brandon, are you worried your emotions are being affected by the animal you've become?"

No. A pointless line of thinking. Almost meaningless. It was clear what he wanted to do, and he was doing it.

“See that's what I mean. I thought you'd need more convincing to fuck me as a dog, but maybe your, I dunno, sense of loyalty or something was put higher so you did what I wanted. You were, uh, really into it when I made you a big bad wolf, and now you're...deliberate. Emotionless, and deliberate."

Is that a problem? His tail-tip ended on the couch beside her. He'd become a coil around the source of heat, his length stacked upon itself four times in places. It was infinitely soothing to be so intimately wrapped around the object of his attention, of all the captivating sensory inputs. She was full of life. Part of his belly rested on her knee. Delightful.

“Don't you agree?"

He thought for a moment. I feel unhurried. Cool-headed. Very calm. He felt something like surprise, though it was more like acknowledging the emotion by marking it off a checklist. You're right. This is different than turning into an elephant or any of those other animals.

“Your body's changing how you feel," she murmured. He noticed her arms were rigid, keeping his coils from touching her back, breasts, belly. “It's like when I saw my asthmatic nephew get stuck with an EpiPen. Even though he stopped wheezing and got better, he only felt more anxious. The epinephrine was changing his emotions." She looked into one of his unblinking eyes. “But you're still in control of yourself, right?"

Yes. Absolutely. Interesting how easily the responses came. Everything about him was so smooth – his scales, the way he moved, his state of mind. When his tongue flicked out again, the fear was noticeably stronger. He could even tell it was coming from her by the way it was stronger on the left tine of his tongue.

Let me be closer to you, he said. She was still warding off his coils with her arms. It was with obvious reluctance that she let herself relax. He took the opportunity to let his beautifully-scaled length circle closer around her. He was in contact with her shoulders, her breasts, her soft, nude legs, her hands and feet. Everything except her head.

The warmth was like stepping into a frothing jacuzzi. Heat poured into his entire body, filling him with energy. It felt like his muscles were inflating, like his heart was going to burst. The languid hiss that slithered out of his jaws was a lie; he was invigorated. His tongue shot out to taste the air with newfound alacrity. He needed to act. To do something to or with this naked, helpless woman trapped in his inexorable coils.

“You're scaring me," she said, her voice soft. He could feel her trying to find a comfortable position, wriggling slightly. God, did that tantalize him.

I know. You're powerless when I'm around you like this, he said. The matter-of-fact tone of voice of the phone speaker matched the tone he felt, for once. It struck him that he certainly wasn't helping matters, that she would be angry with him later. He needed to put a sexy spin on what he'd said.

Doesn't that excite you? he added. Hundreds of pounds of sinuous snake trapping you in its grasp?

With the restless energy still pouring into him, he slid his entire length along her skin a few inches for emphasis. The feeling of almost his entire belly sliding across the human's exposed skin was incredible. Hot, relaxing, but energizing at the same time. Like that first swallowed sip of a cup of hot chocolate when it's only just cooled enough to drink.

“I guess. Hard to be excited when there's a man-eating snake constricting me, you know? It's pretty freaky."

He doubted he was going to eat her. That would be...not the right thing to do in this situation. Probably. So he'd do the next best thing. He slid his coils up further until a certain spot closer to the tip of his tail was in place between her thighs. Her small patch of pubic hair faintly tickled. He let his belly scales slide along her lips.

“Oh, so that's what you have on your mind? Didn't think you had it in you Brannie."

I can taste your arousal.

“Not sure if I should be horrified or turned on by that. It's not every day a girl gets fucked by a python, so I'll choose to be turned on. Do your worst, snake-boy."

The concentration of the fear-scent in the air was dwindling, giving way to a more sexual blend. She smelled so female, so ready for him. He could feel his penis emerging from within his body in response. Or rather, penises. A moment later, he recalled the term: hemipenes. Snakes and other reptiles often had two separate members for some ungodly reason. Well, maybe tonight his opinion of the monstrosities would change. He had an idea or two about what to do with his.

He positioned his lower half so that one of the emerging hemipenes extended into his prey's vagina. As it swelled outward, it was met by wet, sticky vaginal walls. His tongue flicked out. Yes, the smell of some large mammal's semen was still heavy in the air. Wolf, he surmised. Strange to be smelling and feeling his own bodily fluids as some other creature. He mused about it for a second before dismissing the thought.

She wriggled delightfully in his grasp once more as one of his members stimulated her. He was gave her enough room to expand her chest to breathe, but no more than that. He had his head positioned right in front of her, watching her expressive facial muscles contort to match what she was feeling. His own face, unblinking, was absolutely stoic in comparison except for the constant movement of his tongue.

“This is so fucked up," she said, the sound waves transmitting through the bones of his face. “I love it."

He pulled the part of his length that was against her crotch away a couple of inches before jamming back into her. Then again. He started up a rhythm that his mind knew was sure to pleasure them both, even if his body had no such instincts.

I should be worried about suffocating you. About your fragile body dying within my coils. Yet I can't bring myself to feel concerned.

“That's got to be...oh! The sexiest thing you've ever, oh, you've ever said to me in sex." She stopped to groan and wriggle as he continued sliding his reptilian penis along her hot vaginal walls. “Come on. How about, ah, you hiss for me like you need to share your pleasure with...with the whole world!"

It wasn't difficult to comply with her request. Fucking her like this was deeply satisfying, even pleasurable. He parted his formidable jaws slightly and raised his head in front of her gaze. He let the waves of heat coming from her body bring out a carefree, unrestrained hiss. His head and 'neck' waved back and forth, his nostrils and pits pointed at the ceiling.

He kept up his slow, deep rhythm down below. The motion jostled the rest of his coils. His long belly slid across the naked skin of her arms, her nipples, her calves. The amount of contact between them would have been impossible to process as a human. As a snake, it felt absolutely right to have so many anchor points. To have his prey so completely wrapped up and within his power. She was his in so many ways.

“Ugh, there's these bits, ah! These bits at the end of your dick that keep scratching and digging into me. It feels so damn good!"

He wondered what his penis looked like. It was probably very misshapen compared to his human one. It certainly felt weird – long, with bends in it, and a strangely-shaped flare toward the end. Not that he'd be able to get a glimpse of it. It was buried in her, a few feet below where his head was, on a part of his length that was sandwiched between so many other loops. She was wedged so tightly within the circles of his body, there'd be no way for him to worm his head down there to catch sight of it.

You're about to feel even better, he said. Time to play his trump card.

The hemipenis that was inside of her was bent uncomfortably as he twisted part of his coils. The tip of his other member dragged along her belly and thigh before it was positioned in front of her entrance. The position was painful, a big strain. Both of his members weren't supposed to point the same way, let alone be used on the same hole. Persevering through the discomfort, he thrust his second hemipenis along the first's length. Into her moist, hot canal.

She gasped and tried to arch her back though his cool coils held her firmly. Her toes curled, grasping at his scales. Down there, she must have been feeling like she'd tried to squeeze into an XXS pair of jeans. It was incredibly tight in her vagina. Both of his erect members were shoved all the way inside her. If it weren't for the volumes of natural lubrication dripping out, he wouldn't have been able to slide his second one inside.

On top of that, his cocks were normally supposed to form about a 90 degree angle. He'd obliterated that angle by forcing them side by side. Consequently, they pushed hard against the walls on either side of her vagina, grinding and bending in their strain to return to their normal position.

It was annoying, bordering on painful. He rode the discomfort until it died down to a dull throbbing. The extra stimulation was worth it. For the both of them, he supposed. Although, maybe she wouldn't be able to comfortably accommodate so much inside of her. He explored the smells in the air the next time his lightning-fast tongue darted out and in. Yes. Yes, there was a hint of blood-scent in the air. The sharper parts of his tips had cut into her vaginal canal ever so slightly. A small bleed. No big deal.

She was loving it. Her eyes were closed as she rode his undulations, lost in the pleasure. Her nipples rubbed against his scaly skin. Her heavy breaths became condensation on his cool body. Her fingers and toes tried to find purchase on his smooth surface to no avail. She was helpless, supported by the inexorable muscular strength of all of his thick coils. Just the way he wanted it.

He butted his face gently into hers to drink in the heat. His hard, immobile lips squished into the fleshy cheeks beneath her cheek-bones. He tickled the pale flesh with the two tines of his tongue, poisoning his senses of smell and taste with the overwhelming information of the skin of her cheek. With his vision and pits blocked as well, he was essentially blind. All he could really feel was the pressure and pleasure emanating from that place some ten or twenty feet down his body. The hemipenes scraping and straining within her burning walls. Their textured tips found all the tiny contours and folds of her womanhood. They lodged there for a split second before being ripped away by his constant, uninterrupted rhythm.

Without warning, the musculature at the base of his hemipenes shivered and contracted. Viscous fluid spat out of his tips to further coat the sticky mess of her vagina. At last, he stopped his motion. The satisfaction of keeping his members deep inside was more than enough. His body didn't need further stimulation. Fluid continued to leak out of his tips. A lethargic spurt or two punctuated the leakage every few seconds.

The breathing and limb movements of the woman in his coils soon quieted. His own breathing wasn't even labored. His thoughts were calm and collected. He pulled his head back to fix her with one eye.

“I've officially been fucked by a python," she said. “And it was amazing. Don't you think?"

Yes.

“Aw, come on, just yes?" Perplexing. She sounded annoyed even after he'd just pleasured her with two penises. “You must have figured out by now that I bought this specific bioaug because you work with animals all the time on your job. I thought you'd really love this. You get to learn how they feel, how they move. And how they fuck, of course. It's like extra training for work!"

Her choice of bioaug had indeed been uncharacteristic of her. This explanation cleared it up. Surprising, that he hadn't figured it out earlier. If earlier he'd had the clear-headedness that this snake body granted, he was sure he would have easily put two and two together.

I understand now. Thank you for thinking of me.

He ruminated on the events of the evening so far. How he'd felt as each animal. How much she'd enjoyed it. The remaining possibilities for the rest of the night, and the possibilities for the future.

“Ugh, I've gotta get you out of that snake form. I see now why 'cold-blooded killer' is an expression. You're like a robot, for crying out loud."

She reached for her phone. He lifted up part of his coils to allow her arm passage.

I have work in the morning and don't want to be tired, he said through the phone speaker. Need to sleep soon, so only one more form.

She set the phone down on the cushions of the couch after giving some button one definitive tap. As she did, the technology coursing through his veins responded to the commands. His tail was shortening, picking up speed as it did. The strength of his length was weakening, becoming like the handshake of the elderly and infirm. He felt the human in his coils pushing from within in preparation to step out and over him. No, not just some human. This was Hailey, his girlfriend. The woman he loved dearly. Once the mental shift had occurred, he, Brandon, realized how disconnected he'd been from his emotional identity.

“Fine, fine," Hailey said. The quality of her voice was transforming as his ears pushed out from his skull.

By the way, how long does the aug last?

Brandom could feel the softness of her inner thighs when she stepped over him as his hard scales melted into the supple squishiness of human flesh once more. Two pairs of budding lumps bulged outward from his long spine, soon to be arms and legs.

“The guy at the shop said about 48 hours, why?"

Just curious, he lied. Don't want this to shut off when I'm still an animal.

Good. So the bioaug would still be active for tomorrow night.

He was glad that his face had still been impassive in its half-transformed state. Snakes had the perfect poker face. He waited on his hands and knees as his digits began to emerge. The sensation of his hemipenes fusing together was maybe the weirdest one yet, but fortunately it was quick. He carefully got to his feet as the last few feet of his tail retreated into his tail-bone. Looking at Hailey, some part of him mourned the loss of all of the extrasensory information he'd had as the snake. The larger part of him was singing with joy at his being human again. He was warm inside, he could really feel things, he had body language and a soft mouth that could speak.

“Glad to be back," he said, savoring the feel of the smile on his face.

“Glad to have you back," Hailey said before she planted a gentle kiss on his lips. Then she was scrolling through the menus on her phone with a growing eagerness.

His mind wanted to be elsewhere. On his plans for the extra stop he'd make during lunch tomorrow, and how he would set up the early evening's activities. He did his best to rein in his thoughts. Hailey would know if he was up to something if he wasn't careful. She always did.

“Any ideas for what I'm going to be next? I'm all yours."

Her eyes lit up as she saw something on her screen. She glanced up, flashing him a seductive and naughty glance.

“No, I'm going to be yours." She tapped once then tossed her phone into the corner of the couch. “Brace yourself."