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Time Together

By Zatie Luna Vulpe

It took a few minutes for Brian to blink away the sleep fogging his vision. He stretched and for just a second and took the time to be thankful. Thankfully that he could move and ache and feel his joints make their little pops like an actual person.

Cheyenne was right next to him. Rather than sleeping she was on the edge of the bed, paging through her spell book and humming. She was licking her lips as she stopped on a page. Brian shifted slightly and the book came close to her thighs.

"You still have that thing?"

"Of course, the first time was so fun."

"I thought the first time was because you didn't want your dad finding us."

"Well, yeah, but it had other benefits too, like wow the cuddliest warmest fluffiest boyfriend ever huh?"

Brian huffed and shifted in the sheets. They were in a house this time, one they'd both saved up for. Everything seemed to be working out: They had their own little lawn, enough space for all their entertainment systems and work out gear, Cheyenne could even afford to get Snow, their husky. It had all happened so fast Brian nearly forgot about his time as a stuffed husky plush.

Nearly.

"Well, yeah, but, now we don't need to hide from anyone right? We're living together and everyone could only naturally assume-"

"Who said anything about hiding anyone? I just wanted to do it 'cause some of these spells sound fun."

"Can you use them? I mean the plush one went alright but who knows what could happen with-"

"Alright, you wanna know why? I've been practicing with them."

"Practicing?"

"Why do you think my walks in the park take so long? Especially with how fast Snow likes to run, he'd drag me through my normal route in ten minutes if he could get away with it."

"What do you practice on?"

"Just, I dunno, stuff in the park. I turned a duck into a rabbit and... well, back again I think? They were all set to wear off."

"Well glad I'm not a duck."

"You won't be a rabbit either if you keep it up."

"You sure you don't want me to do something to you with this thing? I could always use a new stuffed girlfriend."

Cheyenne smirks and quirks her eyebrow at him like Tom Cruise. He realized in that moment that she was the one who still knew how the magic worked and was holding the book. He bit his tongue at that.

"Okay, I was just kidding, I wouldn't do that I don't even know how it works-"

"Nope, you don't do you?"

She reached out and her finger brushed his nose and she winked at him. He squinted and followed her finger for a moment before she stood up. His eyes roamed over her smooth skin and blessed whatever bed maket had the foresight to put him eye level with the smooth, apple shape of her rear.

"Now you're cursed, babe."

"Ha ha, really fun-huhn!"

He tried to keep speaking when his stomach pulled in. It felt automatic, his hand reaching down and feeling the smooth tug of his hips into his rear. He could feel a distinct impression in his stomach that was starting to pull tighter, squishing on his organs.

"I've been getting a lot better at this hon, I don't have everything down but I can cast magic without anyone noticing, it's really handy."

He shivered and watched as his right hand started to twist and stretch before his eyes, seeming to slowly wrap around his wrist, the nails lost in the warm, fleshy new hole. "Wh-what's ha-happen-ulk!"

His stomach tugged in again, he could see his ribs for a second. He saw a long line being drawn from his neck down his chest, several more like seams in his body.

"N-not a plush again!" His legs crack and the flesh starts to draw together, his other hand spun over wrist and the limb felt like wet noodles. His legs were sliding together and she draws it away as he can see his own cock sliding back into his flesh, leaving a long, uninterrupted line over his skin from neck to bonded feet.

"There we go, you're already taking shape! I love it, you're gonna love this one."

"Where's my cock?!"

He tried to move and slide off of the end of the bed only to feel his feet splay and stretch under him. His bones were weak and soft while his muscles liquefied and pooled below him. He had something like a bell shape that tightened and shrunk as more seams formed what a hem around where his toes would be. His body seemed like it was in a tight sleeping bag, but it was made of his own skin. Attempts to pull his legs apart only seemed to pull his skin together tighter until he was forming a very distinct tube, the shape of his legs lost in the thin membrane of his new configuration. He tried to sit up but his muscles didn't quite work, folding him over his own seams. He could see longer... 'flaps' of skin stretching at his sides.

"Oh ch-chey..." his voice died on him there. His breaths came out as a wheeze, his chest still and silent. He tried to bring his noodly arm up to feel his pecs but it simply twirled like a pinwheel and flopped, lacking any kind of support structure. His face started to feel tight and pull in toward the zipper. His attempts to speak were just wordless mouthing that made dry, fabric sounds. His skin took on a bluish tinge and, for the most breif moment he thought it was because he wasn't getting any oxygen, until he brightened into a teal color.

Giggling, she grabbed his zipper, sliding him open as he could, for a moment, see that he was actually hollow, feeling the strange emptiness settle into his body, as though he'd been scooped out from head to toe. As his eyes felt like they were struggling to stay open, His former legs, merely a twitching semicircle having been opened like a peel, drew nearer, his head sliding away. His eyes sealed over and he could no longer see. His body could feel something rubbing inside of his back, playing with a slight plush shape around his chest. He could feel the strangest sensation of being filled as he noticed that his smell and taste had, he supposed mercifully, gone from stuffed up to nonexistant.

"There we go! You're a beautiful jacket now you know, you even have a label with your name on it, like a brand name."

Her bare skin and the heat were almost too much. He could actually hear her somehow, despite his ears being long gone. He could feel his arms moving around her, the fuzz tickling his form and making him squirm slightly despite having no muscle. He couldn't do much other than tighten on her form for a moment, feeling the way his skin wrinkled in an exact likeness of her bust until even that gave way, the tensile skin under the 'fur' of the jacket just cloth. He hung onto her, his vision gone in blackness and his taste and smell having totally disappeared. He wanted to tell her everything was a little strange, that he wasn't quite sure about this new form, but that was nothing doing. Like being a plush, he was just an object now, the flaps of what used to be 'skin' holding her bare fingers easily as they teased the sensitive fluff inside his hips. Pockets.

"You're so warm, like you're fresh out of the drier! I love it, I should really wear you more often."

He could feel her breathing inside of him and he felt a strange ache to taste the air, to try and move his head and look at something but... there was no head to move, no muscles to tug that head in any particular direction, he was just along for the ride. He could feel her chest bouncing. She slipped him off again and her wonderful body heat was gone, he could feel himself cooling, a strange sensation as he had no 'core' to maintain his body heat. At the same time though... his body didn't need heat anymore. He was cumpled, he could tell, one arm folded under his strange flap of a body and unable to even wriggle to the contrary. His insides were open, but there were no insides to open. It was so confusing, his body lost in the mix of weird touch so easily he wondered how he'd ever gotten along with eyes and a mouth and his own senses before.

"There we go, I hope you like our detergent!"

I can't smell it though.

She either couldn't hear his voice or didn't acknowledge it, she was getting better at magic but if that included mind reading he wasn't sure. He'd assume she couldn't hear him at all, if it was consistent with his time as a plush. Just one squirm, one wriggle would have been enough, even just being made of human skin to prickle at sensations or feel heat.

It was almost an answer to his prayers when he could feel her arm filling him again, slipping over her and fluffing against the cotton shirt on her chest. He could feel the fabric on her hips and her arms stretching above her head, his body lifting slightly and seeming to drag her shirt up with him.

"Naughty boy, messing up my tank top huh? I don't think you can see, so I'll just have to describe things huh?"

There was no answering of course, Brian's body simply falling limp with her shoulders as he could feel her steady pulse throughout her skin, his sensitivity seeming to have turned up. He would have performed any foul act, any sort of promise, just to be able to, well, turn that into something useful. As it was, his outsides and insides turned around he had nothing terribly sensitive-

He would have jumped as she grabbed his zipper.

It went sliding from his bottom to his top and he could feel her warm breath on it.

He would have shuddered as he could feel the heat from her body, the moisture of her warm, organic breathing billowing over sensitive metal. Oh why did it have to be that part? It was worse than diffusing through the fluff of his collar. The correlating parts were gone, just this super sensitive zipper and arms and the rise and fall of her breasts. Rather than hitting a little plateau of pleasure or reaching climax as usual, the pleasure kept magnifying in his head and made his thoughts a little fuzzier. It was so much easier for him to just let go, to feel her arms moving and to notice the little sensations of her stomach tightening and the way her hips bobbed as she would stroll.

And then there was outside, the air buffeting him before he heard the car door slam. The car felt frigid, but somehow he didn't mind, able to feel that Cheyenne's body heat was rising slightly and the throb of her heart sped up as her arms moved in the mostly automatic motions of shifting and twisting the steering wheel arm over arm, the little tensions of her body as she adjusted the pedals. For a moment Brian only regretted that he couldn't cover... well, all of her somehow. It felt like only getting half the story, only able to guess at her leg motions, what it must have felt like to bounce her foot against the plastic. The steady pulse in her chest and the bounce of her breasts kept interrupting these thoughts, longing filled by what he could touch. After a few minutes of this he was sure she was rubbing her chest with her upper arms intentionally.

Not that he minded.

He couldn't judge the route, couldn't feel his body weight, just the slight lean when she would come to a stop and the gentle motion to the left or right, like she was just hanging on. She didn't like to drive with the music on, allowing Brian to pick up the song of her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest and the little sighs of breath that translated into excitement that he would have never noticed in himself, much less did she imagine she would. He felt like she might end up folding in on herself, like the magic that had changed him, but could only marvel at this new perspective, the utter intimacy of sensing those tiny things in his lover that even she might not be aware of.

"You know, you feel really good like this, fluffy up against my arms and stuff, I don't think I've ever felt so warm."

The huff of her breaths as she spoke sent his thoughts into the back seat, even as his arm stretched to what he presumed was her opening the door all he could do is try to piece together his train of thought. The spark of her touch along his body was starting to play with his sense of time, unable to move but at her direction, her fingers almost intentionally touching her hip, the nail running along the seam that used to be part of his leg... Maybe. It was getting hard to tell, there was just the shape of her torso, the slight bumps of her breasts poking very slightly out at the nipples. Brian for just a moment felt what it might have been like to have breasts, for a moment the sensations of his lover's body becoming something like his own.

"Hey Cheyenne! How's it going girl? You a little hot?"

"Well, yeah, just not in the way you're probably thinking."

"Oooohhh? What is Brian doing in the bedroom that has you going?"

"Weeelll Kathy, it's something that's kind of... stuck with me we'll say."

The pair of women laughed, Brian tensing around his lover, feeling her muscles pull him in and his zipper moistened. If he could he would have shivered, though he wasn't sure what he would really do if he could anymore. It was getting harder to imagine moving without her, not feeling the smooth skin and the way his body seems stuck to hers, the gentle expansion and contraction of her torso and her chest. His mind seemed to be blocking out their words as he could feel the way he rubbed into the back of the chair and the way her arms moved as she would type on her computer, back and forth, wrists sliding over the smooth, cool table. Feeling the working of fingers without having fingers of ones own is almost maddening, for a moment Brian wondered if this is what animals felt like, whenever those silly humans would use their hands to pick up some tool. Well, that might have made more sense as a plush he supposed, or as a living thing of any sort, he would get his chance to be envious again he supposed... and hoped.

He felt a little spike of panic as he realized he was entirely dependent on his lover for that. Sayings about absolute power kept filtering through his mind, what of it wasn't taken up by the way Cheyenne's finger was against her cheek and how her tendons twitched inside of him. Would this spell even wear off? What if she wore him too long and forgot about him? What if he forgot about him? It was already getting hard to think of himself as anything but a jacket, the analogous body parts that his form used to be simply lost in fabric and stitching and fluff. He didn't miss his sight or smell or taste, just his touch and hearing left and he felt like he was enthralled. Maybe he would find he liked being attached to his lover more than he liked being human, maybe his mind would snap and he would beg to be in this void of her body.

All the sudden he wanted to struggle and move but there was nothing, not even the concept of movement was left in his mind other than what she could provide for him. Technically speaking, he didn't even have a_brain_, where his memories were stored, how he was getting sensation, maybe it could just as easily wear away like his desire to see? What would happen when he should change back, if he should change back. At least as a plush he had an identity that she couldn't deny, right now he was an article, a mere add on that could be discarded at her will.

Then he felt a little rub in his pockets as she was walking somewhere else. "How are you doing Brian? Enjoying my body? I hope so, you've only got so long before you change back."

She still knew. If he had a heart it would be beating just a little faster, that or it was Cheyenne's throbbing in her chest as she took a little jog. She cared for him, she wouldn't let anything terrible happen to him. It was foolish to think otherwise, she was his lover after all, she'd lived with him for so long, she'd want him back.

When she didn't say anything else for a while Brian found he was finally enjoying everything about where he was, even feeling the way he shifted back and forth over her shoulder blades was almost heavenly, like touching a pair of smooth wings. She very intentionally stretched his lower hem down and against her stomach, smooth and feeling the curve of her waist and the way his fabric secretly teased at her ribs, just under her arms. "Naughty boy."

For not the last time in his life, Brian sorely missed his dick.

He didn't make mental notes of it, he practically scrawled it somewhere in his mind: make her give me a cock.

He clung to her like this all day, never once did Cheyenne remove Brian. At one point she opened him when they were both beginning to feel warm and Brian felt the zip bouncing up against her right thigh. Her thumb and forefinger kept slipping over the little metal latch and the pull tab and each pass made him wish he had eyes to roll back in his head. He would have to learn magic so she would know what this was like, this torture of being on the edge of existence and so sensitive like he was. He could feel the touch of her fingers, rather blatantly rubbing him up against her chest and squeezing at her own breasts as he heard the car door opening and shutting agian. Had it been her whole shift already?

"Not bad for a day's work huh hun? I'll bet when I change you back you'll be be ready to rise to the occasion?"

She had no idea.

The drive home was agonizing, the little bumps and rubs against the seat belt were nearly blanking him out. He needed his cock back so badly, his body pressed up against hers gently twitching and stretching from the motions of driving and he couldn't take it anymore, he needed hands to touch her smooth skin and a mouth to meet hers. Even his tag felt too sensitive up against her neck, anything he would do just to be biological, just to hold her tight and, well, act naturally. He couldn't get the image of out of his mind, finally getting to conssumate this strange, exhibitionist romp into her own work place.

Again, Brian felt heat and the breeze from the outside washing over his form. Again it was gone, back into the soft air of the house he spent so many hours in with his lover. Instead of the regular clicks of the mouse though there was just the little dull, metal clank of zipper against teeth, his body flapping off of her and landing somewhere else, onto more cloth from what he can tell.

"Alright babe this is driving me insane, I've been feeling you on me all day and now I need to feel you."

Oh_you're _the one going insane.

He felt a charge sparking up through his limp form, something that set him standing out straight and for a second he tried to gasp as his whole body twitched. Either side of the jacket around him started to stretch, pulling back into distinctive shapes as the arms filled, his back arching like a cat's as the points of a spine formed where the seam had been. His eyes came open as his head was rounding out, the neck sealing and the zipper fading from his body. His pockets were filled with flesh again and he could feel his legs extending from either side, where the zipper had opened, tightening the back of the jacket into his rear and forming the distinctive shape of his smooth crotch as he continued to gain mass. He looked like a blue frog crossed with a gorilla for a second, his legs small and spindly and still forming out of mere fabric, his lower back tiny, his chest starting to reseal itself and the cuffs near his wrists balling into fists.

"That's looking a little more like it, how about we try seeing if... Ah there we are."

Just as he tried to find his voice again to ask her what she was talking about he could feel her hand rubbing between his legs, feeling the flesh start to stretch out and the distinctive shape of his sack bulging into her fingers, his cock pulsing to life and stretching from barely an inch to half a foot in about a second, spurred on by her touch. It was still rather worryingly blue, for the moment.

"Oooohhnnn."

"Cat got your tongue baby?"

"S-still f-forminnng."

His back popped and muscles started to settle into bone. He was probably half his original size when Cheyenne slid up behind him and started to rub his chest, making him gasp as his nipples started to reform on his body, her chin up against his ear as he stretched further, his fingers slowly forming knuckle by knuckle as his arms solidified. Her fingers danced along his body as he settled back and onto her, each breath seeming to stretch his abs out and show the lower shape of his ribcage until they started to take on a peachy color again.

"H-holy shit."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that, I think you're almost done."

"Just g-gotta nnnrr-"

He felt another distinct pop as his legs stretched out in front of him, knees where they should be, toes wiggling. He could smell again! He could lick the inside of his mouth and see, the darkness formed into murky light, then black and white, then with muted colors and sharpening the image until with another blink he could see normally again. His fingers clasped over hers and he turned his head slightly, lips meeting. He groaned and huffed gently as his cock throbbed at it's full length again.

"Mmmnn, miss me babe?"

"Oh god you don't know, I was just there, I had to just sit there and take it for so long, begging for a cock again."

"Ooooooh naughty, you've been horny this entire time?"

"Well, sort of, I didn't have one and it was... weird. I'm just glad I have it back, please don't get rid of it for so long next time? I mean... I dunno, maybe I wanna use it."

"Oh you do huh? What if I want to use it?"

"I can use it on you."

"Awww, but that's not the same hon."

"Come on Cheyenne, I've been dying here, maybe we can have some post-magic... well... magic?"

He tried to do his best suave grin. Cheyenne didn't seem as amused... Until a similar expression started to slowly spread across her lips.

"So you want your cock to get used right?"

"Yeah! You can do anything as long as I have a cock and it gets used, like a lot, I mean I'm really pent up over here, that was what, six, eight hours as your jacket at least? I'm really-"

She put a hand over his lips. Brian blinked for a moment and stared down her arm up to her face. "I think I have an idea babe, it's a little... unusual, but I think it'll give us both something we want, sound interesting?"

Brian nodded immediately, his breath a little faster on the back of her hand through his nose.

"Oh good, alright, we're going to have to do a little fenangling here, push yourself up to me, right here."

"Uh, why?"

"This spell is difficult, I need a lot of concentration, the closer you are to me the more likely it is to go right, unless you don't want that dick after all."

Brian shook his head and pulled his knees back at her direction, pushing his hips against hers, his legs curled up under her rear. She wasn't too heavy, but the position was awkward to say the least. He settled in and turned his head back. "So this is about right, right? I mean I don't know how it works or anything but-"

"Yeah yeah just don't move too much, If you move too much it might mess up."

"Right, yeah, okay."

She grabbed the book for a second and thumbed through to a page about halfway in, reading over what looked like a circle mixed with a bunch of post it notes. She grabbed at his hips and pulled him closer, grinding herself into his rear softly, his legs sliding just behind her own sex. It felt weird, but familiar. He thought back to his time as a plush, when this sort of thing might have happened.

Then it came to him: her with the strap-on, sliding into the hole she'd just cut into him.

"Cheyenne what's going on with this spell?"

"Shhh, it's working."

"I don't know if I really whhhnnn..."

As he spoke he could feel something flowing in from his legs. He tried to pull them away but they felt stuck, his muscles weak. He turned his head just in time to see the flesh of his rear squelch and stretch into her own skin, like the surface tension between water droplets.

"Wha-uh!"

His legs squished and tensed up, the muscles pulled in an awkward way as he tried to reach back and feel for them. He kept looking for the seam between his legs and her hips, every time failing to find them, as though his feet were-

"G-gone! Cheyenne what is this?!"

"You said you wanted a cock, now you get one."

"But I have o-ooohhhnnn"

Brian felt a throbbing in his rear, his muscles tensed and he stretched upward like he was showing off his stomach. He felt a dwindling, twitching between his legs and he could see his own dick stretching out and rubbing into the flesh of his own guts. He rubbed and felt it grow smooth against his groin, the twitching into a regular throbbing. He looked down just in time to see it bulge out again... as a thick vein, slightly bluish and fixed inside of him.

"Oh sh-shit! I d-don't want to be a c-cuuhh..."

His legs suddenly drew up into himself further than they should, shuddering as he tried to rub them, feeling impossibly soft skin with thick wrinkles bunching back into Cheyenne's taint. She brought her own hand over his and it was twice the size of his own. She wrapped her hands around his hips and squeezed, he could feel the flesh sinking under her touch, his muscles pushing him up again.

"I-I'm g-getting h-hard!"

"You mean I'm getting hard, you're mine now. Well, more than you were anyway."

Brian feels heat rushing to his cheeks as they start to bulge. He tries to bring his hands up to his face to feel what's going on, but they felt stuck. He pulled with his arms, only to feel the skin on what used to be his waist tugging. She rubbed along his back, rubbing the soft flesh of his front, up and under his chin as his mouth kept pushing forward. He could barely feel his arms anymore, when she rubbed over his hands it just felt like a tiny pair of nubs squirming under the skin, his shoulder sloping inward and his neck starting to firm and stretch seemingly under her touch. She had just one hand around him now, he could barely feel his own weight as his body kept curling back to stare at her.

"You like this huh?"

"Mmmnnnnph!"

"How about we give you a better view hmm?"

She slips one leg over the edge of the bed, standing and leaving him wobbling and still shrinking at her groin, the floor looking as though it's thirty feet away, her soft thighs making his pulsing head bob and wiggle as she did her best to push his head forward.

He could see her body, as normal, except for the twitching, writhing pair of testes rubbing at her thighs. His attempts to move his legs only seemed to shift the balls in weak little squishes that sent more shocks of pleasure through his tingling, pulsing shape. His body was a mostly smooth tube, with a slight protrusion of flesh at the front and long, veiny bumps and lines like snakes under his thinner flesh. Her thumb pushed up and behind the mushroom shape of his face. His mouth was an impossibly small slit on the end of the cock head. He didn't even have eyes anymore, how he could see or hear or taste the bitter, slightly salty fluid bubbling up his entire body, he had no ide. He was being squeezed out, the tiny blobs splashing on the floor below him as though he were bringing up an entire hamburger. It felt wrong, his body working in every wrong direction, unable to direct his movement but constantly pulsing and throbbing and twitching, things moving up from his base and filling him with heat. Her thumb came down on his head and smeared over his lips, his vision gone for a second as he tried to speak again and found only squishing sounds and the rush of her blood as she got harder.

"Oh sh-shit babe, this is amazing, how do guys keep this kind of thing all to themselves?"

There was no answer, no ability to answer. His thoughts were rapidly condensing into a single point, the outward motion, the constant oozing from his throat and the continuous tensing of his balls. Forget his previous body, Brian felt like a sex organ in the most literal sense. He kept throbbing and pulsing and stretching and everything seemed to twitch and pound in his ears and he felt such an ache for release, his whole body ready to spew the fluids building inside of him.

"Oh f-fuck! Baby I'm gonna-"

She nearly screamed as Brian twitched up once and he felt thick gobs spray out of what used to be his throat, like he was possessed. The long jet shot up his lover's body and splattered on the underside of her right breast, pooling into a long trail that would have gleamed under a black light. He felt like he was on fire, a constant pleasant burning that tingled through his form as each muscle took years to relax. The steady lub-dub he could hear started to fade back and he was left twitching, slowly descending down her smooth abdomen and flopping forward toward the ground over what used to be his legs.

She sighed and rubbed between her legs a little. "Wow I can't believe I haven't done that before! That was amazing, maybe I should keep you as a dick for a while huh?"

Brian wanted to move... and he did, he throbbed slightly at the idea.

"Woah hey easy! Wow I'm way too sensitive! Ch-chill out down there gosh!"

Brian felt the heat and electrical pulses mixing inside of him and he was at full hardness again. He ached. Everything was in this hazy warm soup as his throat pulsed up more from his unknown depths.

"Ugh, okay how about we end this one early and have a laugh about..."

She rubbed his head again. He tried to move his lips one more time and only got a sick squishing sound from the little slit on the end of his head.

"F-fuck, why aren't you changing back?"

She stares at the book and flips through it, the shadow of it looming over Brian as he could still see himself in the mirror, pulsed up and throbbing, Cheyenne's smooth thighs rubbing on either side of his balls. His thoughts were faded out with each heavy pulse, the slow burn of afterglow shimmering through his form and making his loose testes draw up and tight to his body again. He wanted to be somewhere warm, the cool air over his body was about the fastest way to make the whole experience uncomfortable.

"Yes hello? Yeah hi it's me again, uh hey I may have messed up here."

As she paused Brian felt himself tipping forward again, the fluid oozing out of the slit in his head as he almost seemed to be looking at himself. Then he drooped down and drooled the slime onto the blanket.

"Well... I made him into... Yeah how did you know? Really? I was going to say I can't have been the only- Wait what did you say? How long?"

She shuffles to one side and Brian jostles between her legs.

"Like five minutes ago, so that means... And there's no way to until then?" She sighs, "Alright, okay, you're the expert, thanks."

She stood up just in time for another drip to fall out of his drooling glans and land on her foot. She nearly jumped at the sensation before glancing down.

"Jesus christ! Well... This is going to be unusual. I hope you can still hear me down there 'cause it looks like this is how we're doing things for twenty four hours exactly."

Brian felt a tremor running through his form. Twenty four hours? As a cock? Especially the way Cheyenne has experimented with the idea of having a cock for so long. Why couldn't he have just learned some magic and given her a cock? She would use him so much, rubbing and stroking him and making him splatter everywhere, she'd probably look at all kinds of stuff to get hard intentionally and he'd have to spew up load after load of cum through what used to be his throat and mouth.

He stretched up again, throbbing in front of the long line of jizz starting to dry on her skin.

"Well glad to know you're happy at least... And no work today... Hmmm, yeah I think we'll both be pretty happy."

She wanders into the bathroom and the shower starts up. Brian gets a particularly thrilling view of the ceiling, until the water starts to splash onto his body. He feels rather turgid in the water droplets, also getting to watch Cheyenne shower was making him throb a little harder. He stretched up toward her as much as he could, it almost felt like he was trying to get her to notice him as she started on the soap, the suds feeling warm and squishing up against the smooth tube of his form and letting him feel what it meant to be the sex organ he used to take for granted.

When she dried off it was her fingers working delicately over his form, as though he were some kind of time bomb. Even in the slightly rough fabric of the towel he felt himself creeping up into hardness again.

"Holy shit are you on a hair trigger down there or what?!"

As she was drying off, the door spilled open. Brian was about face level with Snow. Even with the doors shut most of the time, Snow was smart and persistent enough to get most of them open. He was a beautiful husky, with smooth white fur and a faded dark coat at the top of his head and shoulders, his eyes icy and bright.

"Oh hey there big guy, you doin' okay? Did Brian give you nice num nums today? Yeah?" She giggled as she rubbed behind the dog's ears. Of course he'd fed Snow, the dog was silly but he was part of their family.

Snow's eyes never left Brian. For a moment the dog looked up into Cheyenne's eyes, but shortly looked back down to Brian, tongue still lolling out of his mouth and his warm breaths starting to buffet up against Brian's skin. Cheyenne's thighs twitched slightly as he went from turgid to full erection again.

"Gah, okay, have to take care fo this some HOW"

Just as Cheyenne had said that Snow leaned in and started lapping at Brian. She groaned as Brian kept twitching and throbbing and could feel the warm saliva and the unbelievable, smooth tongue against his skin. Snow had invoked reactions like this before, he liked to lick, but never in quite that spot. Snow could lick too, smooth and warm over the sensitive, wrinkled balls and in long laps from base to just under the head, almost as though he'd been practicing this technique for just such an occasion.

"S-snow! H-holy sh-hit!"

The dog took a step back and barked up at her, panting softly. Cheyenne stood still for a moment, Brian still tingling between her legs and pumping rhythmically . For just a second Brian held a thought in his head, one that he was sure Cheyenne was experiencing right at that moment.

"O-Okay boy, c-carefully."

She gets on her knees and Brian had a face first view of oral sex with his dog. It was so wrong, so totally not the right thing to do... But why did it feel so good? He tried to stop himself... at first. Even still getting used to just being a body part he found his resistance was worn away far too quickly. He pulsed and felt the warmth of the space in his dog's muzzle and the smooth lapping up against the front of his tube-like form and couldn't help throbbing harder. His dog is going to make him cum, Cheyenne cum, he's just her body part now. He could hear Cheyenne huffing above him and breathing out sighs of 'good boy, very good boy' as he was massaged by tongue and muzzle. The dog didn't really suck him like a human might, just slurped and clamped gently. Brian couldn't take it as his balls tightened up again and he spewed another thick jet of seed straight into his dog's muzzle. Cheyenne nearly screamed out and pulled back as Snow licked at his chops and the inside of his muzzle. A second later he looked up at Cheyenne, tongue lolling and panting again. He barked once as he slid down onto his front paws and his chest nearly touched the floor, tail wagging.

"W-well, th-that's... huh, different. You weren't training him to do stuff like this were you?"

Brian couldn't shake his head but this being good as it was he wasn't sure he wanted to give up the credit for it. It still wasn't right, somehow, but he could feel himself taking a particularly long time to soften against her stomach.

"Okay, I think to help this along for me so you're not, you know, popping up all the time is maybe just to put something on."

She finishes drying, puts Snow into the hall and locks the door. She starts by sliding on her panties and for a second Brian feels a little squished, her thighs sliding together on his flesh and his balls getting caught in the spandex. He felt a little shuffle and tussle and the fabric to her panties was stretched tight over him. He could barely move, scrunched into an awkward position.

"D-dammit, not really made for this huh."

She keeps adjusting him but can't get it quite right. She slips on some of her tight pants but one can still see a bit of a bulge in the front, the darkness engulfing him in warm, red fabric, like a strange false womb. In his limp state he tries to move, but is just as inert as any body part. The only thing moving him was Cheyenne or arousal.

"Well, I couldn't do a skirt with you down there."

Her voice was muffled, especially with the distance from him. She kept rubbing at the front of her jeans and trying to fit him somehow. It didn't ever quite work but the little squeeze between her legs seemed to have relaxed when his cloth prison started to jostle and shift around him, thighs rubbing smoothly on either side, his little curled shaft held tight by the cotton. He could feel this giant wadding his skin and trying to shuffle him the right way but nothing. He almost wished he was a jacket. How warm and close to her, feeling a comfortable body heat rather than the slight coolness of his balls and the throbbing of her blood, the way the fabric rubbing seemed to set things ablaze below him. That said he could feel her muscles work, the soft feminine skin touching his balls again.

"Augh dammit! What the hell are you doing down there?"

He started to push up again, pulsing against the button at her front and sliding past the waistband and for a brief second Brian could see Cheyenne again and the blue sky. She quickly shoved her shirt over him. The car door slammed and he found the shirt warm, sliding up against her stomach.

"Jesus what do I have to do with you?! I can't just... I dunno I don't think... Using you all the time even helps!"

She didn't move for a while. Brian didn't even really feel the impetus to apologize, snuggled up against her warm flesh and reminding her how fast her pulse was going.

"This isn't even sexy! I don't feel sexy right now!"

She shifts her shirt slightly and he can see her hands on her hips as she looks down at him, peeking through the shirt. Brian kept steadily throbbing and pulsing between her legs and she sat there, the car engine running for a few moments longer before she felt him finally softening between her legs. She sighed as he withdrew back into the warm, comfortable darkness and he could feel the distant bumping of the car moving somewhere else. Brian felt his thoughts returning, eventually, though even these seemed to be colored in sexual yellow tinges of bliss and generally caring only about what could get him to orgasm next. Not that he was surprised, it felt amazing, better than amazing, his thoughts were totally gone as it happened, just eye rolling, ball twitching, slit tingling bliss. The only thing that could have possibly made it better was feeling himself thrusting into something else that was warm and wet and-

"Goddammit! Brian seriously are you doing this or do you deal with this all the time?!" She growled a little as she sped up, the engine growling a little louder and his view popping back into the light blue of Cheyenne's blouse.

"You know what? Alright, okay, let's take care of this for a while."

She steps out of the car and wanders into a building. It has a strange rubbery smell in the air, the room not as aggressively air conditioned as the small space of the car, but he could tell the setting was... intimate. He heard a little shuffling around him and some slightly plastic sounds as things sounded like they were being thrown around. After a moment she seemed to slap things with such force that he could feel himself bounce and tent the blouse with his glans.

"Uh, ma'am? Is that for-"

"My boyfriend, yes."

"Alright, and you're sure you want all of-"

"Yes."

"... Okay, not to be... You know... Judgy and stuff, but if this is what it takes... I mean I see a lot of stuff like this-"

"You have no idea. Please just ring it up."

All Brian could hear for a moment was a solemn 'beep' that timed almost perfectly with the pulse throbbing around his glans, helped by the confines and the awkward position of his balls against her groin.

"That'll be two twenty five."

There was a final beep and Cheyenne was back in the car in no time.

"Good thing it's my day off at least, I think at least some of this should help keep things... less awkward, maybe."

A minute later they were back inside. Brian could hear a muffled solitary bark at about his level and a 'No, down boy!' Before Cheyenne stripped off her clothes and locked the bedroom door.

She turned on the TV and the DVD player. As soon as she hit the play button it whirled into a series of orgasmic moans and distorted, cartoonish faces. Brian recognized them as some kind of anime, with a number of women with throbbing phalluses between their legs working with women who had vaginas, thrusting into each other and moaning and rubbing each other's breasts. In a second Brian felt something smear over his face and down the tube of his body, then a dark rubbery hood slipping over his head, little rounded nubs rubbing into his body and squishing filling his awareness. He could feel smooth folds and a warm, rubbery, pliable surface around him, squishing and throbbing and oddly familiar. The moaning from the screen was muffled and mixed with the sounds Cheyenne was making as she watched and rubbed along his body so quickly. He could feel the soreness evaporating as he hardened again, seemingly far too quickly, spraying into the confines of this faux feminine sex. To him the fact that it wasn't attached to someone made no difference.

Cheyenne simply kept grunting, her heartbeat growing faster and her arm working to soreness. After what seemed like a continuous three hours of pornography did she finally stop, Brian left hanging limp and herself simply passing out, feeling the lubricant grow cool and viscous over his form while his dribbled cum pools below him. Brian was actually satisfied, the afterglow still buzzing around in his body. He wanted to go wash himself, but he took the time to simply enjoy being totally bereft of responsibility. If Cheyenne was to simply pass out, who was he to stop her? He could hear her snoring and before long he found his own awareness... didn't fade slightly. Sure her hearbeat slowed and his balls weren't moving around quite so much but he couldn't really 'sleep' the same way she did anymore. It made sense, he wasn't technically a living creature, just a body part. The thought had him stretching again slightly but at a small ache from the previous activities Brian the organ thought better of it and went back to curling over.

When the next day rolled around Cheyenne was not so lucky. She sat up and blinked and found Brian staring directly up at her again, his little slit twitching slightly at the end.

"Well, I think I understand you a little better. I think I could get used to having one of these. How do you like the idea of being a dick?"

Brian bounced in time with her pulse and she rolled her eyes.

"Alright I guess you should get to actually talking, I wonder if it's been twenty four."

She rubs very carefully over his slit. Brian's form shudders for a moment and all the sudden he can feel his muscles loosening. He starts stretching against her palm, squirming slightly of his own whim. For a few seconds Cheyenne's cock was like a growing tentacle between her legs, his tube form able to curl like a flesh tone snake. She could feel him starting to pulse in odd ways as he bent, his tube rising and falling as it started to make odd squishing sounds that may have been attempts at communication. His balls were stretching, rubbing at her thighs and against the bed and making his form shudder again and dribble pre out of his mouth. The temptation to pause him there somehow and have a living, moving cock between her legs was strong. She kept rubbing at the join between them as it grew weaker, his form stretching and bulging out until he was nearly half his former size.

"We have to do this again, oh gosh we do, this is amazing."

"Mmmpphnnn." Whether or not that had been a protest or agreement was lost to a heavy wet 'splat' that he'd managed to hack out of his still very soft jaw.

"See? You'd love it."

His head twitched and became less puffy, his entire body not feeling so easily buffeted by the wind. Brian felt a storm of both relief and regret. Being a cock had been amazing, feeling the arousal flowing through his entirety. Of course being able to think, breathe, and move on his own again was pretty nice too, though given the choice between the two he was honestly not sure which he'd go with.

She pinched his leg, which had finally slipped out from under her and, though still slightly sensitive, was mostly whole. He felt his arms again, barely seeming to have missed them but now able to rub his chest and feel the smooth space between his legs, the vein there throbbing and pulsating a little more heavily as it starts to stretch out, tightening into flesh and muscle and making Brian gasp as it became a thousand times more sensitive than the rest of his skin in a few seconds.

"Oh Ch-heyenne, th-hat was amazing."

"I though you'd like, you enjoy cumming so much?"

"Y-yeah, m-maybe the next thing you make me should have a cock too."

"Mmm, maybe, maybe not."

"Wh-why not? That was awesome, I feel like I'm going to cum right n-"

Brian passed out almost immediately. His eyes fluttered closed and he curled up on the bed. Cheyenne giggled. "I don't think you will big boy, you've earned it though."

Brian thought of something to say but it didn't really make it to his lips. The magic, pleasure induced sleep washed over him and the room faded...

When Brian woke up the next day he immediately felt odd. He rubbed at his shirt... Shirt? Brian usually liked to sleep in the buff with Cheyenne around, as did she. When he blinked and sat up he also noticed he was in his shoes, in bed. He'd been fully dressed in time to wake up.

"What the... Cheyenne did you do this?"

"Oh shit!"

She slipped out of their bathroom, smiling as she held the book, rubbing the spine against her chin. She was wearing a camisole and nothing else.

"Okay, so, don't be mad at me or anything, buuuut-"

"You have another idea?"

"Yeah!"

"And you wanna try it now."

"Yup!"

"Well... Can you at least call first? I'd really like to make sure there isn't anything to worry about-"

"Uh... well, that's gonna be tough to do."

"Why's that?"

"You see, I've been working on how to time reactions to magic, even set triggers for stuff! I can make it so that a certain magic sets off a spell I 'load' into an object."

Brian sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, sitting about where his feet would normally rest. Cheyenne giggled. "So... I just have to not trigger the spell right?"

"Yeah!"

"Well okay, how do IiiiIIIEEE!"

Brian's voice squeaked at the end of his scream as his voice rose in pitch and volume steadily. He rubbed at his throat, finding a distinct lack of Adam's apple.

"Wh-what! Wh-hu-what did you do to my voice!"

"Well, the trigger was for you to slide to the edge of the bed!"

"Oh now you tell me!"

As he said this he felt himself starting to grow warmer. He watched rather horrified as his shoes started to bounce on the ends of his legs, his jeans seeming to bunch up against his thighs and knees as what they contained grew closer and closer. He slipped off the bed and could feel a distinct rush of air as he stood. Cheyenne was about at even height for him now... and rising!

"Cheyenne!" His voice was even higher and squeakier as his eyes had to scan up to keep looking at her. "What the hell?! What's h-happening to me?!" He rubbed his chest and found that it was warmer and further from his body than he thought it would be, especially when of his form seemed to shrink in some kind of reverse growth spurt. He took a step and his foot slipped right out of his shoe. It looked like it belonged to a child.

"Well, you see, I've had a dick an awful lot lately, and it got me to thinking, I haven't really done too much with a girl lately-"

"What's wrong with doing stuff with a guy?"

"Nothing! I just want to try stuff with a girl too! And I figured you wouldn't mind so much if that girl was you."

"Well how about we- aaah!"

His pants slipped right off of his far smaller hips. When he reached down out of instinct to grab the waistband his hand brushed fingers first against the sensitive skin of his groin, finding that what he thought should be there wasn't, but the new orifice for his sex was lower, quivering and moistened slightly. His index finger slid around the button at the top of his lips and he nearly jumped the full foot and even further of height that he'd lost. It was so sensitive! At least twice as sensitive as his cock had been.

Cheyenne practically loomed over him. When his voice spoke it sounded like a caricature, or sped up. He breathed and he could see his smooth skinned chest rise and fall below him. He wasn't just small, he was_proportionately_ smaller. Cheyenne smirked and picked him up easily, in one arm.

"Hey there babe, come here often?"

"Cheyenne what the hell! I'm tiny!"

"Exactly four feet tall if you have to know."

"That... That's way too small!"

"Not for me it isn't, I love shorties. Oh yeah, you get to be Brianna until I say otherwise."

"Why?! I'm still a guy, I mean I have a guy brain and- mmmph!"

Cheyenne shuffled him against her hips and her mouth met his. For a second he tried to pull away but she wrapped both arms around him. Cheyenne wasn't normally the strongest woman, she kept fit but she wasn't a body builder. Only it felt like she was now. Brian's small hands slipped off of her flesh and his arms straining against her shoulders barely seemed to push her at all.

Cheyenne smirked as she broke the kiss. For Brian it was clear why Cheyenne may have chosen this.

"What the heck?"

"You're my girlfriend now! Isn't it wonderful? I kind of know how you have it thanks to your cock and you know how I have it thanks to-"

"Being absolutely tiny and suddenly a girl?!"

"Well yeah, like that!"

Cheyenne giggled and pushed Brianna in front of the mirror, herself only taking up about half of it. She was so small and pale, her body impossibly thin with a big puff of long, shining brunette hair. She gasped and the figure put her hands up to her cheeks. She looked like something out of a cartoon, much less that it was her, until a few minutes ago having been a man.

"Cheyenne come on-"

"Ah! No buts! I'm the one with the magic remember _girl_friend?"

Cheyenne practically skipped back into the room with a set of panties and what looked like an outfit for a twelve year old.

"You're kidding!"

"Not even! You'll need them for our date tonight."

"What do you mean 'date?'"

"We're going to that Cuban place I've been telling you about, I want to see the dancers there tonight and you're definitely not going to say no."

"Why not?"

"'Cause if you do I'll just make you say yes anyway."

Brianna rolled her eyes before she was lifted up in either arm.

"And now one leg-"

"Hey!"

"And the other!"

Brianna bounced slightly as she felt the panties ride up into her crotch. Despite how small her hips were they actually had smooth, lacy curls, like lingerie, flower patterns that actually fit surprisingly well against her tiny camel toe.

"I can get dressed myself!"

"I_know thaaat_, but I like how small you feel!"

Brianna made a little pouty sound but she could feel the heat on her own cheeks. She was trying to adjust the ruffle around the opening for the leg holes on her panties and Cheyenne was already wrapping a bra around her chest, feeling it puff up against her small breasts.

"I don't even need this!"

"Ah ah, my girlfriend is not going to go out in public without everything on!"

"Where did you even get this outfit?"

"Remember all those packages from the internet I didn't tell you about?"

"N-no!"

"Well good, and this isn't a fantasy I've had for, oh, ever or anything. Speaking of, arms up!"

Cheyenne grasped her little arms and forced them up easily. A shirt... No, a_blouse_ slid into place, the chest puffed out in a soft teal-blue. The word _'_seafoam' came to her mind unbidden. In the mirror the blouse nearly covered her well enough on it's own, it was almost like a small dress.

"Perfect! Aaaand up again!"

"A-ah! C-careful jeeze!"

Cheyenne held her up with one arm. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds and was likely far lighter. Brianna kicked her legs softly but Cheyenne easily slipped them into a pair of tight jeans. They barely had pockets to speak of but they practically swallowed her tiny hands and emphasized the roundness of her hips and rear. Cheyenne could even hold her up by the belt loops without tearing them.

"Cheyenne, let me down!"

"How about you make me, girly?"

Cheyenne pecked Brianna on the cheeks, leaving cooling wet spots. Her arms wrapped around Brianna's torso and for a moment the tiny girl wondered if she would fit in her girlfriend's palms alone. She huffed and felt a tight kiss to her lips. They came away slightly waxy.

"Oh yeah! We should do your makeup! I've gotten really good at it, and if we use magic it won't even smudge or run when you're eating and stuff so you can get used to it."

"I don't want to get used to makeup!"

"Says you, now anyway. Try it and I'm sure you'll be hooked, first put this on."

Cheyenne pushed what looked like a child's leather jacket onto her, smooth magenta and barely creased, possibly never worn. It was somehow warm, almost body warm as it slipped onto her tiny arms and shoulders. Brianna couldn't help stretching her arms out and looking at the way the jacket's cuffs fluffed at her wrists. It felt nice, twisting her hands softly and watching the unusual colors shimmer in the sunlight from the window. Paired with the jacket were a pair of small shoes, looking fit for a doll rather than a person: smooth, shiny black Mary Janes with just the slightest hint of a heel. When she stood in them she couldn't have been an inch taller, dressed and easily admiring herself in the mirror. She found herself thinking rather automatically I think she looks kind of hot.

Brianna's eyes widened and she could see the red blossoming out on her cheeks as she realized she was saying that about her own reflection. She could even feel an odd, tingly moist sensation between her legs as she determined this must be what it's like to feel quite literally attracted to herself.

"Wow, that's a blush! Someone has a crush on themselves huh?"

Brianna nearly jumped and Cheyenne giggled, sitting down and drawing Brianna into her lap. She started with some kind of chalky creme that smoothed over her face and focused on certain parts: the narrow spots near her eyes, little lines at her forehead, each seems to spread out with the swipe of a finger. Brianna had to bite down the urge to sneeze when she could feel a brush tickling over her lips, the bristles almost teasing under her nose as she could feel a smooth, waxy coating. Cheyenne dropped that one away and grabbed another, wider brush this time. "Now close your eyes!" Brianna was about to ask why when she could see the brush coming in. She shut them tight. "No no, relax, no squinting like that." Brianna did so and felt the brush tickling over her eyelids, starting with a feathery fluff on the left and then a gentle dash on the right.

"Hmmm... yeah, black eyeliner, then your blush and a bronzer. I think we'll do those with magic 'cause they can be pretty annoying even for me, and I've been doing them most of my life."

"What do you me-"

Cheyenne rubbed her nose and she gasped as she felt her eyelids tingle and lashes twist slightly, stretching out and curling before her eyes in a smooth, uniform black. Her cheeks itched softly and she could feel something smooth rubbing just under her cheekbones. She rubbed up against her face but it didn't help at all. It felt like the layers were stuck to her.

"Take a look now, girlfriend."

When Cheyenne gently pushed Brianna off her lap and up to the mirror again, it was like staring into the eyes of a totally different woman: the makeup made her look like a professional model, even if she was tiny. The light played perfectly on her skin. She had smooth, pale, even skin tone and a soft, flush pink that matched nicely with her classic red lipstick. The eyeshadow around her eyelids and just under her brows reminded her of the women in gangster movies: a thick even blue that seemed teal with her blouse. She could feel her cheeks burning as she tried to rub the bronzer off of her cheeks and found none of it even ran slightly. Digging into it with her nails produced no results either, her long lashes fluttering and the smooth, black lines around her eyes highlighting the whites. She looked like an actress or someone famous, far too beautiful and...

Brianna nearly squeaked. She was really into herself.

By the time she even knew what was happening she was sitting in the front passenger side of Cheyenne's car, lights and buildings whizzing by.

"W-wait wait wait! I'm n-not-"

"Shhh, we have reservations there already, I made sure of it, and we're halfway there anyway."

Brianna squirmed the entire drive over to Cuba Authentico. She couldn't get over the frilly shirt, the way her underwear rubbed against her body as she sat. She wasn't sure how anyone could handle this, much less when it seemed like she could barely see over the dash. When she came to a stop Brianna felt like she would fly out of the seat. She huffed as she could feel her little breasts bounce and the seatbelt barely tugging her back. She was used to the car being too small but now it felt like she was barely strapped down.

"Aww, does my girl need a car seat?"

"Wha? I'm sitting in one."

"I mean a little kid's car seat, you might be too small for the front young lady."

"Y-you're kidding!"

"I'm not, and just imagine how cute you would look."

Brianna felt her face flush as Cheyenne unbuckled her, pulling her straight out of her own seat and into her much larger girlfriend's arms. The weirdest thing was that as much as she squirmed and blushed, she wasn't sure it felt so unfamiliar anymore. If anything, Brianna wasn't sure if she still disliked it, even as the heat buffeted her cheeks.

Cheyenne carried her through the front door, up to the front desk and rubbed into Brianna's cheek with her own. The cinnamon colored man behind the front counter's eyebrows raised, he straightened his white shirt and gave a little whistle.

"Welcome to Cuba Authentico senoras, just two this evening?"

"Yes, I put in a reservation under Cheyenne."

"Ah, right here, okay then, I'll take you to your table and... well, she'll take you to your table too, eh?"

He chuckled and smiled a little awkwardly but Cheyenne nodded and kissed Brianna full in the mouth. The tiny girl squealed and her little limbs pushed against Cheyenne for a moment. The host's eyebrows rose again and he couldn't keep a smirk down as he shrugged and weaved the pair between tables. Brianna couldn't help but notice some of the other patrons eyes snagging on them as they passed and end up dragged along like hooked pescado. They were put in a slightly more private viewing area, still looking down on the little stage to one side of the room but accessible to the pair of them, chairs seated near each other no less. A tall, thinner man leaned in after Cheyenne placed Brianna in her seat. When he asked for drinks Brianna mumbled something about water but Cheyenne's hands wrapped over hers.

"A pair of margaritas please, no salt."

"I see, can I see... uh... Her ID?"

Cheyenne nodded and produced a pair of plastic cards. The man stared at them for a moment and his eyebrows went up, but he nodded his head. "Two coming up senoras."

Brianna snatched up her own card and stared at it. A picture of her, with the name Brianna in place of Brian, her actual age, new height, weight around seventy pounds, date of birth.

"How did you do this?!"

"You know for someone who keeps experiencing actual magic you're sure not used to it yet are you?"

Before Brianna could answer Cheyenne leaned in and squeezed her close, kissing her full on the lips again, one leg rubbing up against both of hers. At first Brianna stiffened and tried to pull back... but she melted, making little sighs as she could feel Cheyenne's tongue filling her mouth.

"Ahem, senoras, your drinks."

Cheyenne looked up at him for a moment and licked at Brianna one more time before pulling away and sliding the drink to Brianna, her tiny girlfriend shivering before she even touched the cold glass. "Thank you so much. Do you think we could get some Pollo Asado en Cazuela and...hmmm... let's try the number five lunch special for her maybe?"

"Of course, I'll be back in a moment."

He took the menus before Brianna had even had the chance to open one. "What's a number five?"

"A pair of small tacos rice with some beans."

"That doesn't sound like much."

"It'll be enough."

"If you're sure, I mean it's not like I was particularly-"

"Oh here it comes!"

Just then the lights dimmed. Stage lights focused on the platform while a man in black and a woman in bright reds and blues and whites stepped into the center, heels banging hard against the polished wood. They struck a pose and the crowd clapped. Their voices moved quickly, the smooth sounds gliding past Brianna's ears as she could only occasionally make out a 'Salsa' and 'Amor' amidst the banging and gestures. She seemed to be hypnotized as she felt her own tiny hand gripping onto Cheyenne's. She took a few sips of her margarita and blinked, surprised at how strong the tequila taste seemed to be. She blinked a little and by the time it seemed like they'd paused after their first little routine, nearly deafening applause throbbing in the silence, she noticed her meal had arrived. She was about to grab the nearest taco when Cheyenne gently grasped her hands, folding them over and putting them back into her own lap.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of my girlfriend."

Cheyenne picked up the soft tortilla and held it up to Brianna's mouth. Brianna felt the heat coming to her face far more easily as she leaned out and took a bite, Cheyenne's fingers nearly brushing her soft lips. Cheyenne waited patiently as she chewed, smiling softly. Brianna tried a few times to tell her girlfriend that she didn't need this, but every time she opened her lips she got a little more lettuce and shredded chicken, the mix of spices and mild burn of salsa on her lips. She only managed a breath to get another drink. Brianna felt her heartbeat in her chest, thudding from the sheer intimacy and the tequila slush. She blinked a little heavily and found herself closing her eyes on the next bite, her abs clenching slightly as she felt a hand rubbing under her blouse and over her smooth tummy, slowly and gently gripping. Brianna sighed and seemed to melt into her chair at the touch. A pair of lips brushed against hear right ear. The barest whisper that seemed to fill her despite the banging and dancing and singing just a floor below.

"How's that baby?"

"Ch-Cheyenne, oh w-wow."

"You know I love you right?"

"Oh Cheyenne, I love you too."

Cheyenne smiled and this time it was Brianna who leaned in to kiss her, nearly falling forward before Cheyenne wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and held her up, bending slightly and leaning her back as they kissed deeply.

After a few more drinks, the rest of their time there was kind of a blur. Brianna remembered not being able to eat much more, her stomach far too full far too quickly, but Cheyenne paid and had the meals boxed. The wait staff gave a little wave to them as they left, Cheyenne slipping Brianna into her seat again. Cheyenne drove with one hand as she rubbed her right hand over Brianna's thin, tiny thigh, sliding between them to rub at the warmth between her legs. Brianna was a puddle in her fingers, far too relaxed and blushing so brightly, she spread her legs slightly and practically sat on Cheyenne's hand. Cheyenne couldn't stop smiling, even when they pulled into the driveway again.

Cheyenne carried her into the house too. By the time Brianna seemed to get her bearings through the fog of alcohol and good food, she found herself at the foot of the bed again, her doll-like shoes on the floor and her jacket sagged off of her. Cheyenne came back into the room and Brianna huffed, she could smell the tequila on her own breath and the odd mix of clarity and lack of inhibition that came with it. Cheyenne leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, tongue filling, the smooth taste of her saliva as her girlfriend's seemingly giant hands gripped between her legs and seemed to shred the button off of her jeans, drawing them down immediately and exposing her smooth legs to the cool air. She automatically drew them up, they barely wrapped around Cheyenne's hips at their length. Cheyenne's fingers rubbed against the panties between her legs. The moistness along her fingers spread slightly and drew her thighs apart. Brianna nearly gasped into her love's mouth as she could feel those same fingers working themselves under the seams, sliding along her bare vaginal lips and making her thighs come together, held apart by the massive palm.

Cheyenne pulled away for only a second, grasping at the blouse and pulling it off with a dainty flourish, tossing it to one side and climbing onto the bed. Brianna twitched and felt herself lifted into her still clothed girlfriend's breasts, feeling the massive things pooling against her own tiny pair. She squirmed and groaned as Cheyenne kissed her again, working off the straps of her bra and sliding them around without breaking their little French kiss. Brianna nearly cried out into Cheyenne's tongue as she felt those large thumbs rubbing into her nipples, around the areolar flesh and making her legs twitch and her whole body wriggle softly.

Cheyenne drew her mouth away but kept kneading at her girlfriend's breasts like dough, smooth and soft motions. For a brief, insane moment Brianna wished she really was dough.

"I think I have something I want to try with you love."

"Oh god! Anything!"

She smiled. "Take off your panties okay?"

Brianna scrambled with her fingers and drew her legs up quickly to slide them off, grunting slightly from the effort and then tossing them off of the bed. Cheyenne giggled and kissed her on the cheek.

"That's it baby, you think you'd be comfortable with me using a little toy with you?"

"Oh gosh Cheyenne please yes please do it."

Brianna could hear a little squishing sound behind her girlfriend, watching her arms work back and forth softly behind her back. "You _sure_baby?"

"Oh yes honey, oh gosh yes anything."

She smiled again, using one arm to gently guide the girl's legs apart and rubbing something smooth and warm between her legs. Brianna groaned and felt her legs twitch softly as she could feel the smooth, colorless liquid spread over her lips, feel the soft curl of Cheyenne's finger inside of her lips and a gentle brush just under her clit. Brianna gasped and huffed and licked at her waxy lips.

Then she caught a glimpse of it.

Long, wiggling as though it were throbbing in Cheyenne's hand like a living thing, sliding in her grip and seeming to tilt toward Brianna as soon as she noticed it. It glistened and twitched as Cheyenne brought it around, resting the tapering tip between the tiny girl's legs. It might have been smaller than Brianna had been when she was Cheyenne's cock, but it felt like it was twice as long.

"How about a nice dog toy?"

"O-oh! Ch-cheyenne!"

"I understand if you wanna take it slow baby-"

"It's fine, p-put it in me."

"You're really sure about this?"

"Yes! Please please yes, please put it in me! I need you."

Cheyenne grinned at that, which seemed far less girlfriendly, but the tip of the toy rubbed at her lips, gently sliding and squishing at her sex lips. The cock made a strange squishing sound as Cheyenne seemed to rub her hand around where it entered Brianna. It felt so big, too big, impossibly big, and yet that was only the head. She could feel muscles between her legs relaxing, spreading open like a hungry mouth or a blooming flower.

"Ooohhh!"

"This is your first time with something in your pussy isn't it baby?"

"Y-yeah!"

"Mmmhmm, I'm gonna take your female virginity, is that what you want honey?"

"Y-yeah, p-please Ch-cheyenne, p-please be my first."

Cheyenne groaned at those words and leaned in, her lips meeting Brianna's again as the toy slid deeper, the smaller girl nearly screaming and twitching as her canal was pushed and made even more slick from the mix of lube and her own juices. She wasn't sure if it was magic that made everything feel so smooth and easy, but she was sure it felt amazing. Her body was rolling in waves of prickling, anxious sensual tensions. She felt herself being satisfied and yet needing more, addicted to the motion between her legs, the thing spreading inside of her and feeling as though her stomach were bulging around the toy, impossibly large and even when the thing came to a halt inside of her she felt it ever pressing inside.

She feels it pulling back out, her sex tensing and squishing, her breath seeming to suck back into her lungs just as it drew out and then gasp and moan out of her as it slid back inside, spearing deeply. Her fingers wrapped around the sheets and nearly tore at the bed, her toes curling. She bit her lower lip and could feel the smooth, waxy layer against her teeth. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out as she could feel a thumb against her clit. It was a button that seemed to make her weak, turn off her normal muscle control and make it hard to do anything but groan and pant.

"Oh that's my girl, mmmnn I'm so glad to make you happy."

"Y-you a-always make me h-happy."

Cheyenne smiled and pulled out again. Brianna grunted in a cute, whiney way as the fake phallus slid to nearly the tip again before pushing straight into her lips. There were a few thrusts like this, Cheyenne seeming to play with her like a puppet. She shook and started to roll her hips in time with the motions, a natural motion, as a pair of canines might have been doing at that very moment.

"Oh g-god! It's so big!"

"I know baby, is it okay?"

"Yes! Oh gosh I need it more! More inside of mmeeeeEEE!"

She's nearly lifted off of the bed as the knot slips inside of her, the phallus stretching her lips and the rubbery sheath squeezing against her clit and her lips. She felt the juices mixing within. When Cheyenne tugged back she could only give her own high pitched, squeaky yaps as though she were the sort of bitch this phallus was meant for.

So, Cheyenne's movements become tighter, smaller, a tug back and a high pitched squeal, a press forward, moving in a kind of rhythum as her mouth kept curling her tongue inside of her love's cheeks and mixing their tastes beyond any kind of discerning of which nuanced flavor was which woman's.

Brianna felt herself rising to something like the peak she had been used to with a cock, but as soon as she reached it she gasped as Cheyenne didn't stop, her poor abused flower twitching and shuddering as the rest of her body was filled with an overwhelming light or electricity. Her one orgasm became like three or five at the same time and she thought she would pass out from the pleasure overwhelming her. When Cheyenne kissed her again she moaned, the lipsticked lips of her mouth having grown twice as sensitive, almost like its own sex organ as she tried to draw Cheyenne in closer and her tongue lapped wildly inside of her love's lips.

Cheyenne paused for a moment, holding the lowermost part of the dog cock between Brianna's legs like it was her handle somehow.

"Mmmnnn, do you like it as a girl?"

"Oh g-gosh Ch-cheyenne, nnnhmm."

She giggled and, very gently, drew her toy out from between her legs. Her lips held onto the knot stubbornly and for a second Brianna worried it would tear her apart but she groaned as it slid free with a tiny wet 'pop!'

"There we are girl, how about you just lay here, I'll be right back."

Cheyenne gently lifts the sheets and wraps them around Brianna, who barely squirmed in protest as she trotted off, the sink running in the distance. All the sudden the alcohol and her glorious fucking were getting to her. She felt her eyes blinking heavily and, after a moment, felt Cheyenne slide into bed beside her, wrapping her limbs around Brianna easily. The much smaller girl nuzzled into her girlfriend's breasts, listening to the thud of her heart and the gentle intake of air before everything faded into darkness.

When she woke up again, she was in bed, her girlfriend's strong arms wrapped around her tiny body. She still felt a little fuzzy but her head was starting to clear up slightly. She'd managed to turn herself around in the night, spooned by the much larger girl. It felt so natural to snuggle into her breasts and keep curled up against her in the warm covers that swallowed their bodies, the sheets wrinkling slightly and tickling her form.

"Mmmnnn, how's my little girl today?"

"W-wonderful Cheyenne."

Cheyenne yawned and nodded, leaning down and giving Brian a tight little kiss on the lips. Brian licked at them and still felt the waxy coating of classic red on her lips.

"You enjoying this?"

"Y-yeah, totally, definitely."

"Mmm, good, I think we'll have to do it again soon."

"You don't wanna keep going?"

"Mmmn, maybe we'll come back to it, I've got a bit of a different idea today."

Brian nodded, feeling Cheyenne hug her tighter. She licked at her lips and felt their normal, smooth surface, the soft feeling of caked on lotions and foundations and fixatives gone. She could feel Cheyenne tugging tightly, rubbing between her legs as something squirmed and bulged against her flesh, for a moment totally smooth and genderless like a doll before something long and throbbing pulsed into the larger fingers. She gasped as she could feel her legs stretching and the toes cracking softly, the bed feeling a little less plush as her body gained weight. A little shift in his brain and his pronouns were back again. Cheyenne grunted slightly and pulled her arm out from underneath Brian as he swelled against her, body hair returning and the hair on his head sinking back into his skull.

"Mmmnn, there you are again."

"Yeah."

"That was pretty fun huh?"

"Definitely, I had no idea you were so into that, we'll definitely have to do it again soon."

"Mmmhmm, I have something a little more experimental in mind today though, that sound alright?"

"If it's even half as fun as that was I'd love it."

He sighed in his normal voice, feeling a little odd as it vibrated his smooth chest. His nipples shrank as his breasts tightened and lines seemed to form into his normal pecs. His palms rubbed along her hips and she giggled.

"Oh I'll love it."

"I'm sure, it must really be something if you're this excited for it."

"Well, I am pretty sure no one's ever done it before, at least to my knowledge."

"Huh, stranger than making me your dick?"

"A little, but it is kinda funny you should mention that."

Brian wrinkled his nose a little at that one but gave a bit of a shrug, a smirk playing over his lips, still feeling hazy with the memory of having been a tiny woman just a few minutes ago.

"I'm sure you'll get it in a second big boy. I wanna keep it a surprise though."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, you know what you're doing."

She giggled and shoved him over on the bed. "Come on, in the kitchen."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, you'll see."

Brian couldn't help chuckling himself, standing up and trotting into the hall. She kept grabbing at his rear and he chuckled, jumping a bit at that. He glanced around before she pushed him onto the kitchen table, leaning up and kissing him straight on the lips, her tongue it's usual size in his mouth. He could feel himself rather quickly rising to the occasion.

"Ah ah, we've got a little changing for you to do."

"Of course, don't let me stop you maestro."

She licked her lips and leaned in, lapping softly at his cheek. "Good, 'cause this is going to get a little weird."

Brian shivered softly at the lap. He sprung straight up as her naked flesh rubbed against him, her hands gently kneading at his hips. Brian shivers at her touch, his legs crossing on the table. He started to feel a strange cooling, his stomach gurgling softly.

"H-hey, I haven't eaten in a little-"

"Shhh, you won't have to worry about that."

"O-okay, just, I d-dunno if-"

"Shhhh, I'm taking care of you remember? You don't think that just 'cause you're not my girlfriend right now that anything I said last night doesn't count do you?"

Brian found himself swallowing softly at that. Cheyenne seemed to know exactly what to say to him. He tried to nod but felt a little... Not exactly stiff, just slightly weaker than he'd expected. His skin felt a little moist, like a cold sweat. He couldn't place where he'd felt the strange stickiness that seemed to stick to his flesh, but it didn't feel normal at all. He tried to reach up and grab Cheyenne but as he did his hand seemed to flop a little weakly, the moist stuff sliding along her bare breasts. Cheyenne's eyes did a half lid as she grasped both of his hands and pushed them right up to her breasts, rubbing the thumb along her nipple. Brian's eyes widened as he saw the thumbs actually smear.

"Ch-huhb..."

As he tried to speak, his throat bubbled. Suddenly he couldn't draw air back in. He tried to pull his hands back but they seemed to be stuck to her. She smiled and leand in, lapping at his face. He could feel his jaw pushing in and rubbing up against his cheek. He felt his neck softly give out under the touch and the weight of his head, feeling it tilt forward and nearly bounce against his chest. When he did he could see his hips smushed into the table, his legs pressed down, utterly flattened and left with impressions from her little kneading hand motions. He watched her fingers sink into the bulge of slightly slick looking what might not pass for flesh anymore, between his legs, his crotch seeming well on it's way from becoming a hard, pulsating organ to a formless pile of...

Dough?

"I think you're starting to get it now baby. I don't think I've called you sugar cookie before but maybe I should from now on."

Brian stared with an odd mix of horror and ecstasy as she slid his hands off at the wrists, scooping them off of her breasts and rolling them into a ball of mangled sensations, that he could still feel. She took the ball and shoved it between his legs, squishing hard and merging what used to be his cock and what used to be his hands. Brian couldn't feel his chest rising or falling anymore, the flesh color starting to fade into a doughy shade. He could smell leftover flour and the stickiness of egg and milk inside of him. It reminded him of the cookies Cheyenne had mentioned. Not something she ate often but she liked to take them when they were available, she had quite a sweet tooth despite working hard to maintain her physical health.

As Brian considered Cheyenne's fitness, she reached up and grabbed his arms, starting to smush them into his torso. She lapped at his immobile lips and he could feel them moistening and dip back into the surface of his face. His features were smoothed over as she touched him, almost intentionally seeming to squish him into a little pile between her legs. He could feel his head sinking into his chest and soon his sensations became something of a slurry of touch and sight and sound as she laid out onto his torso, his chest rounding into a pair of craters under her breasts, his stomach rolling out around her own. Somehow he can still hear her, even see her as she starts to scoop him up and roll and knead him. Soon he's not thinking about his parts, what sensation is coming from where, giving him a strange awareness defined on what stimulates him rather than being reliant on an eye or a patch of skin or hair.

He knows somehow that she feels larger, picking him up and squishing him repeatedly with the heel of her palm. He can feel every shape and line of her palms imprinting themselves into the smooth, moist surface that his body has become. He could sort of guess at his own shape, his legs seeming to have been flattened beyond any kind of useful recognition, his upper torso squishing into the whole of it and with one flip his body was smooth. He was smashed down into a formless, pale blob that stuck slightly to Cheyenne's hands, shrinking with each squeeze and tug. At first Brian was worried that something might be crushed in the folding and squishing and kneading, especially when he seemed to grow smaller, but then he was just happy to feel the warmth of her hands inside of him.

"Okay, and now we do the part you're gonna think is a little weird."

She giggles and starts to pull off small pieces of his doughy surface, forming the mass into a little ball of dough and pressing it onto a wax paper sheet. Brian had seen it done a number of times, he'd never quite imagined he'd get to see the paper up close, look up from two, three, four individual points at once like little eyes and try to quiver softly at the strangeness of the cool metal below him. After so much of him was torn from the central mass of his body he lost count where he was getting these strange feelings from, how much of him would be cookies.

Then Cheyenne rolled the rest of him into a tiny set of balls in either hand and he felt them squish onto the pan, the surface's odd tensions as she held it by the corner with one hand were incredible, seeming to bow under him almost as though it were his skin.

"You're already really tempting me here baby, you tease, but the oven's already warm. You might feel just a little heat."

She giggled and Brian could already feel the wave of heat washing over him. The heat seemed to block out all other sensations, his body squirming of its own accord and seeming to melt. Gosh what was the normal temperature for cookies? Something like four hundred degrees? Brian suddenly regretted this entire line of Cheyenne's thinking...

And just as suddenly no longer regretted it. The warmth bathed over him painlessly. Even as the pan heated up beneath him to what would certainly scald out human flesh he seemed to sit comfortably. The orange glow around him and the heat radiating through his spread out body seemed to circulate comfortably. It was so unusual. Before even being in nintey degree heat was almost unbearable, but several times that right now was almost pleasant. He felt himself shifting slightly in the pan but it wasn't at his own direction. Something inside of him seemed to almost sizzle up from nowhere, spreading himself out until he could feel himself drying slightly. Beyond dry in fact, far too dry for any human being, but even as his 'skin' seemed to crack and the shimmer of moistness faded from his body. Even the sound of the heat affecting him seemed a little horrific, but he began to associate each pop with a sensation, each little crackle with a little vibration in his form. It became fun, almost relaxing.

Then the cool air rushed back in. He could feel his girlfriend grabbing the pan and dragging him back out into the cool air. There wasn't the normal shock, it was as though the metal under him and the heat inside of him had been brought along for the ride.

"Well well! Someone's looking very well and cooked! Now we'll just place you on a cooling rack for a little and see how you taste."

She giggles and places him out on the rack, the room around him lit but he didn't feel any particular reason to see what was going on. He was content to feel the little grid pattern of iron below him as heat flowed out and into the metal, bleeding off into the air. Just following the path of touch was fascinating. He wished he could do the same with Cheyenne but she'd handled him with a spatula. It only took him a few moments to realize that she, still being made of flesh and blood, might not be able to handle him yet. It could have been minutes or hours resting on the cooling rack, finally feeling the most of the radiating heat that brimmed along his many surfaces dissipating when Cheyenne finally touched him. She was so smooth and cool against his... Well, he supposed his outsides.

"And now for the first bite. All six of you just for me."

Brian was surprised by that. He couldn't tell at all, just feeling the heat and the cooking and-

Her saliva brushed along his surface, the tongue lapping and the teeth finally sinking in. He could feel himself melting in her mouth, soaking as his senses went haywire and he could distinctly feel the mash of her teeth into his soft self. She sort of sliced him at the front, into little pieces, and then when he could feel the powerful muscle in her mouth shift him against the slick wall of her cheek could he then feel the powerful, flattening stamps of her teeth, sometimes caught there in a little moist residue that built into little chunks and slipped off with other parts of himself. He could feel them tightly pushed and shoved deeper, down a long tube of some kind where he felt like a paste more than any kind of person.

And this was just one of his cookies. The next was even moister, closer to the center as it had been, seeming at the touch of her tongue to flatten into the rough of her mouth and squeeze until she could just roll it back split it up into little bits. It was the deepest and most unusual massage Brian had ever experienced, catching flashes of white molars and the crease of the tongue, darkness at the start of the throat. He could feel himself flowing further down and into her body, hitting a strange liquid deeper inside and seeming tickled as he grew even smaller, being drawn into a bouncing place deep inside of Cheyenne.

The weirdest part about being digested is how wonderful it felt. The sensation was practically erotic despite having nothing to focus it within. It's as though his whole body was awash in afterglow without having any kind of anatomy to properly feel it. Brian hoped for all the world that Cheyenne would eat him utterly, and as soon as the last cookie touched her lips he nearly cried. This one felt her tongue lapping along the bottom, the side that had touched the pan. He couldn't shiver, couldn't say anything, but he wished more than anything that he could push himself deeper inside, feel every aspect of her body from the interior.

When she took the last swallow, Brian was elated to hear her throbbing heart beat so close, to hear the way her lungs panted and the distant vibration of her speech all around him, from within her, the warmth and wetness. Every squeeze and groan and squish was beautiful, never too much and always seeming to make him desire more. He tried to guess what was happening outside distantly, bemusedly, in the strange bliss of being disintigrated. Once again he felt himself squeezed into another tube. He'd totally forgotten and knew just where he was headed now. Part of him was almost excited at the prospect.

But then he felt something disintegrating him further. His sense of even having a body was totally eliminated. He could feel himself moving in deep throbbing sensations and absolutely tight places. It felt like coating Cheyenne with his own form again, almost like a piece of moving clothing. Eventually he settled on a pair of rounded, teardrop shapes. It took him some time sitting there, eventually seeming to fill them out slightly. He assumed Chyenne approved as he heard many vibrations from her voice on the inside, her hands bouncing and squeezing these parts of herself.

Then he felt the most curious sensation: being squeezed out, _dripping._He was splattering on a white surface far below where he'd come out.

"Oh w-wow baby! You made them so big!"

Somehow Brian was dimly aware that she was talking about her breasts. He could feel the way he coated her nipples, splattering onto the ground below. He wondered why she'd chosen this route.

As though on cue she gasped and another stream of milk flowed out. "Oh gosh baby! Ooohh!"

It merely dripped out at first but soon it was like a torrent, his body splattering onto the floor of what was clearly the tub, just enough to coat the bottom like a giant bowl of cereal. She was gushing, his body seeming to run down her skin and drip and splatter. For a moment he was worried about flowing into the drain but he could feel himself pooling safely as Cheyenne slowly, mystically milked herself.

It took some time, the sound of milk splashing against the bottom of the tub, liquid on plastic, before she finally calmed down and Brian felt more or less whole again. She giggled and let her fingers splash in his shape and he was tickled by the little ripples, the momentary impression of her fingers and flicking off of them in warm droplets.

"Wow you're just having all the fun today! I might even drink you but then we'd have to do it all over again."

She smiles and brushes his surface again. He felt strange as his shape became sort of soupy, drawing tightly around a central point. Brian could feel his body starting to solidify inside, his fingers stretching out of the mass first in a rubbery, semi-solid shape. He could feel his legs starting to rub against the far end of the tub before condensing, dripping and splattering a little before his liquid shape became semi-solid, almost as though he were made of some kind of living goo.

"There you are! Wow maybe I should make you a liquid more often, hubba hubba."

Brian tried to reply but could only make something like a wet coughing sound for a moment. He rubbed between his legs as he felt perfectly smooth still, but then he could see dry spots starting to form, the shapes of his muscles and the peach color of his skin seeming to bleed into his sodden, milky body.

"That a little better?"

"Y-yeah, that was really weird."

"Well, you were breast milk silly wha'd you expect?"

"Why didn't you... you know, let me go all the way?"

Her eyes widened at him for a moment. "Well... Maybe next time I will huh? But that's 'cause I'm impatient, you've been in here for... I dunno two days?"

"Really?! It felt like an hour!"

She giggled and rubbed his pec for a moment, the soupy, warm, milky sensation solidifying into flesh and her fingers had to slide over him rather than into him. "_Maaa_gic. And I wanted to know what it was like."

"Amazing, it's like.. being eaten is... wow..."

"Really? That good huh?"

It was just in time for his cock to spring to life between what had been nullified, milky flesh. He could feel a little heat on his cheeks even when she grasped at him. She licked her lips.

"Good to know, 'cause I wanna do it again."

"Right now?"

"Oh yeah."

"Where and how?"

"Kitchen table and magic you dummy."

Brian nearly jumped out of the tub, leaving slick milk tracks as Cheyenne giggled and trotted after him. He was fully flesh as he dropped onto the table in the exact spot he'd been in two days before, smiling at Cheyenne.

"Uh, your dinner is served?"

She giggled at that, her hands rubbing against his sides for a moment. She leaned in and continued to kiss him, his mouth caught up in hers made it hard to account for what was happening, but all the sudden he felt like he was really hot. Something inside of him felt like it was groaning and twisting, his abs softly tightening and his chest feeling a little warmer than usual. He found himself breathing naturally as he felt like he was starting to really sweat, dripping from his skin and feeling cool against room temperature. He slid back and heard a sharp 'squeak' under him, the sweat feeling odd and a little too slippery somehow. He groaned until he could taste something a little sharp in his mouth, something smooth and savory and growing stronger. He couldn't quite place it for a moment but he was sure it wasn't Cheyenne.

"Mmmnn, I can already taste you baby."

"Mmnnnhhh."

He tried to speak for a moment but when her mouth came away his seemed to as well. Not with her, it just ceased to exist. His tongue roamed and looked for an opening but all he could find was a meaty taste. He glanced down and noticed his skin was starting to look very red, a hair or two lighter than the dog cock he'd had in his very real vagina. His abs had smoothed into a tube. He tried to look up at Cheyenne but then felt a twist in his guts again. When he reached down he could squeeze his stomach easily, stretching and tensing the flesh like he was made of rubber. Her hands reached between his legs and started to push at his crotch again, a rubbery, smooth squeaking sound telling him that it wasn't... the same anymore. His legs started to tighten and he could see them rubbing against a... tail? It looked like a smooth column of flesh pushing out of his body. When she touched it he shivered, feeling it twitch lightly as it kept stretching, his feet pulling into the smooth surface and legs starting to shrink into it. He could see the smooth roundness, the slight blossom of meat at the end of what used to be his cock. From the hips down he was like a sausage... or...

"A hotdog baby, my hot dog."

Just as Cheyenne said this his abdominal muscles gave out, his body flopping back and wiggling softly. She squished where his legs and cock used to be and he tried to reach down, his smooth, slippery hands missing his nails, squishing against her seemingly solid flesh. When his hand slipped away it became caught against his side, the fingers seeming to melt and stretch out into his torso. His arms tug for a moment before being lost in the uniform mass of his torso, bulging as his neck started to straighten and left his smooth head wriggling against the ground. He stared into Cheyenne's eyes for a moment before he blinked and she rubbed her hands against where his face used to be, teasing at the swollen blossom at the top of his head.

He could still see, smell, taste, most of it filled with the smooth and greasy meat of a hotdog, exactly the sort she'd like, given a bit of extra flavor from laying on a roller under a heat lamp. It was one of the normally fit and healthy Cheyenne's guilty pleasures. He felt himself throb and wiggle slightly where his muscles were still fading and weakening, the pulsing of his own blood long gone and no way to breathe. She gripped at him and groaned, her smooth bare flesh squeezing at his phallic body and making him squeak against the table. He couldn't flex anymore but the way she rubbed and squeezed made him feel alive.

She lifted him and he could feel himself bend and sag but then bounce against the tension and keep upright. He moistened the carpet that tingled against what he assumed was the lower part of his tube shape. Brian bumped and wobbled against the wall and made distinctive, greasy squishing sounds, still hot and sliding against Cheyenne's bare breasts. She huffs and it seems like it's straight into his ears. She spreads her legs and wraps her thighs around Brian's seemingly jostling form and for a moment he had absurd flashbacks to being a cock.

Brian's 'head' bounced and wiggled against the top of the door frame and Cheyenne huffed, stopping in the center of the room and wobbling slightly, her limbs shaking from the effort as she turned him around and he eventually could see himself: He was a massive, reddish-brown tube of meat, wobbling helplessly against his lover's muscles, her breasts and stomach and crotch rubbing against him like he was some kind of massive, demented sex toy. She gasped and leaned in and lapped at his form and Brian felt a strange erotic tingle throughout his pure, sausage shape. Oh gosh, she could eat him. He _wanted_her to eat him.

As she lapped at him he felt himself tip back and land with a wet 'slap' onto the bed sheets, soaking it rather immediately with smooth grease as she spread her legs and slipped onto the bed, straddling his thick form and licking at his flesh.

"Mmmnnn, oh fuck Brian, oh gosh this is the hottest thing, I'll bet you can't wait to get inside of me."

Brian would have shivered if he could have, he would have said more than anything and forced his way straight into her mouth if he could move. As it was he had to be content with her naked body squeezing and practically humping into the squishing, bending shape of his meat. He wondered for a moment if she would orgasm right there on top of him, licking at his meaty flesh and making soft, harmless bites to his thick flesh.

"Oh god baby I'm...nnmmnn..."

Her legs tightened on him for a moment and he could hear a distinctive squishing sound between her legs as she kept lapping and rubbing her breasts against him, feeling his whole form wiggle and bounce and slap against the bed. He was sure of it now, he was practically her sex organ all over again. He wished he could stretch upward and soak the wall with cum, he would have easily. When she shivered and slipped up beside him he felt like he could whine pathetically.

"Oh_shit_, wow...mmmnn... and now, we're gonna do that again while I eat you."

She smiled and he could just make it out as she leaned in and gave one more lick at his flesh, feeling him wobble and droop slightly until he could feel a general sensation of tightening. Her squeezing fingers seemed to swell and tighten around him, wrapping around him. For a moment he thought she would jack him off like this and his thoughts nearly gave out.

"Wait here, I'm going to get the bun and condiments while you shrink."

She licks him again, her tongue significantly larger, seeming to sweep over him. He didn't really have much of a grasp on what his new lack of anatomy correlated to what. When she stood he rolled and further compounded the problem, his senses seeming to obliterate in a pool of his own grease. The door creaked and he was given an up close and personal view of the bedsheets.

The door creaked open again. He heard a familiar jingle. He immediately felt dread prickle along his new form. He could hear sniffing, louder than any vacuum cleaner beside him. He couldn't squirm, couldn't pull away, only shrink and feel the nose snuffling, growing louder. Brian knew his dog would eat him, just seeming like food rather than his owner. Brian wanted to squirm away, somehow will himself to inch further from the dog's muzzle somehow.

And then he felt the tongue, lapping over his body. So smooth, so warm and wet and slippery. His thoughts were obliterated as the dog lapped his meaty form, the tongue seeming to wash over him. Brian was immediately reminded of Snow licking him as a cock. It felt just as good, maybe even better. There was only one thought on Brian's mind: being eaten. He wanted his own dog to chew and swallow him, just imagining slipping into that muzzle.

When Brian finally stopped shrinking, he got his wish. Snow backed off for a moment and he felt agony, being so close and being denied that tongue and mouth and smooth white teeth.

Then he felt the first laps in earnest, the dog tongue sliding him up into the muzzle. He felt the teeth sink into him, the juices seeming to gush out of his form as he was painlessly torn apart. Brian would have screamed in ecstasy as he felt the strange chaos of his tube being mashed and swallowed in a mass of undifferentiated, greasy flesh. The skin and meat squishing and rubbing against the ridges of Snow's muzzle, the smooth tongue squishing and pulling back into the tight, throbbing throat.

Eat me boy! Eat me! I need it! Eat me!

As though listening to the cue, Snow snapped up Brian to nearly a half, squishing him in grease and lapping along his flesh, squeezing him and curling against that blessed, frictionless tongue. One half of Brian landed back on the bed as the other was mashed and sliced and blissfully pounded beyond recognition by the dog's beautifully natural chewing motions.

Brian could have wailed with desire to feel the rest of him eaten, basting in the cooling grease below him, the little drops from Snow's saliva. He could feel part of his body growing more distant. He would have leaped into the dog's mouth and wormed his way into the teeth if he could. Thankfully for the thinking, formerly human morsel, Snow snapped what was left of him into his maw.

"Okay I'm ba- Snow!"

Brian felt a strange and distant thought evaporate as the rest of him was chewed apart. His intelligence seemed to disappear in the writhing, squirming laps and snaps and the impossibly detailed sounds of dog teeth making short work of processed meat. He heard an audible gulp and the world became mindless, warm, beautiful squishing.

Cheyenne stared at her dog, who was panting and lapping his own nose as he turned around and stared at her. The husky gave a soft 'wuff' and his tail wagged rapidly as he stood in the massive grease stain that was all that remained of Brian. She felt such a swirl of emotions that her muscles simply locked up as the husky bounced off of the bed and sniffled at her knees. She stared at him and felt her hand automatically grasping between his ears, not having worked up the sanity to scratch him.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh sh-"

She turned and ran into the other room, grabbing her cellphone.

"Hello? Yeah it's me again, yeah I have a problem.... How do you know? You're not spying on-.... No it wasn't me, it was my dog... Yeah give me a few minutes." Cheyenne held the phone on her shoulder, "Here boy! Come here Snow! You wanna go out? Yeah?"

She snapped the little clasp for the husky's leash and put the loop of a handle under a nearby chair.

"Alright which page?... Yeah, okay, found it," she rest the book on the table as Snow, being the dog he was, tugged the chair leg behind him as he wiggled up against his owner, "Good boy, yeah, good boy, hold still okay? Hold still for momma."

She sat in the chair and held her hands out to Snow, a blue flash bouncing in front of his muzzle. He glanced down at his own belly as it glowed softly in a yellowish mass.

"I found him, he still in the stomach... So what do I do then?.... No Snow is male.... Really? That'll work?... You don't sound very confident... Alright, alright, I'll do it her, just, what do I need?..." Her hand reached out and flipped through the pages to a spot near the end of the book. She reached down and her hand rubbed over the glowing spot, feel it sliding down a little lower. Snow growled a little at the glow as it followed the blue, sparking energies of her fingers and then seemed to swirl into the dog's balls. As soon as it did Snow's mouth fell open again and he started to pant, his cock sliding free of the sheath.

"Alright, down boy. So I did it, so I just let nature take it's course?... He'll be fine right?... What do you mean 'differences?'" Cheyenne sighed and shook her head a little, "Yeah I'm sorry, I'm just worried... You're probably right... Thank you so much, really, you've been a big help... You too."

Brian could hear the gentle throbbing somewhere around him. He'd grown used to the strange place he'd settled, squirming and warm and sticky. He was dimly aware of some sort of movement, even hearing Cheyenne's voice for a moment, he thought anyway.

He couldn't really think. Even his name escaped him for the moment, but he could feel something was happening, a thudding and a rush that was unusual to his new home. He tried to account for the strange liquid noises and the sense of urgency but he could only guess at what was happening around him, and dreaded it despite no longer knowing what it could be.

Cheyenne felt like such a voyeur, watching Snow as he buried himself into Annie. The husky bitch was panting and groaning as Snow gripped her shoulders, leaning down to bite the scruff of her neck tightly as he held himself inside. She could still see the glowing yellow speck shining out of her dog's balls. She turned to the slightly overweight old man as he rubbed his thinning scalp.

"So is that enough?"

"Uh, no, lets try one more just to be sure."

"And you only want one for yourself?"

"Yeah, the rest are yours."

"Okay, come on Annie, one more time."

The pair of dogs wuffed. They took a few moments of panting before Snow leaped on Annie's back again and they returned to their primal grunting.

Brian felt the rush again, tightening around him, a guttural sound churning around him and soon he was off, faster than he'd ever been, seeming to flow and squirm and writhe in a strange soup. He was guided by one instinct: forward, forward, forward. He couldn't see or feel, just that he needed to push and push.

Eventually he found, after a violent tense and something like a splatter, something to push against, his body wriggling and only just seeming to squeeze inside.

It was so long in nothing but utter darkness. Awareness seemed to fade into a strange homeostatic rhythm as the presence inside of the dog that had been known as Brian seemed to forget nearly all sense of self, left floating in some kind of infinite space, lacking form or knowledge, there was just the serenity of being for now. Somehow it knew that it was probably alive, feeling the strange sensation of... Expanding? Splitting? Multiplying? Growing? There was barely a thought but at the outward motion, growing inside of a warm, dark space.

The thoughts came again. This time a little faster. It wiggled its little body deep in it's warm space, finally seeming to be able to sense something of the world around it. Something wasn't quite right yet though, trying to stretch and move only seemed to find that it could barely do so, pushing against the smooth walls of flesh around it. There was a rhythmic pulsing that started somewhere else and ended up sliding straight into its belly, throbbing and pulsing evenly and seeming to fill it with life. It could feel a small echo of that somewhere inside of itself, even with how small it was it knew that somehow it had inherited that beating.

It could feel the little hard points of its claws. Something moving behind it lethargically. Everything seemed so slow and sleepy. Somehow it could feel leftovers of what Brian had been, but locked away somewhere in its growing mind, awaiting something to remind it that it had been human. Occasionally it would hear hints of sounds that would spark something in it's memory, but they were forced down by the imprinting of a dog barking, the sounds of sniffling and scratching and stretching, panting heavily and even a tail wiggling.

Her momma.

She was a puppy!

For some reason deep inside of her this made her so happy. She wanted to wiggle and move more just because of it. All she could do is push against her mom's walls, feeling something else inside pushing back as she wiggled and moved. Oh wow she would be part of a litter! She had no idea what her siblings would be like, even what they were, but she could only feel happiness in the dark, warm fluid. She tried to bark and yip excitedly but could only find fluid pushing through her tiny muzzle in little jets that billowed into the endless, circulating cloud of fluid around her.

She couldn't stand it, she wanted to come out and play and meet her momma and jump and run, even though she could barely move her limbs yet, her body tiny. She couldn't get a very good impression of what she should look like, even trying to strain and move and feel herself was unreliable. Even gravity seemed to be suspended. She knew she was still inside of her momma, but as far as she could tell it was the darkness of space.

All this excitement made her poor little heart tired. She felt the throbbing slow and even again as the fluid and the cord seemed to throb around her and into her. The rhythmic beating of her momma's heart lulled her back to sleep.

The next time she awoke, the puppy found she was squished into the walls around her. She felt the noticeable wobble as her momma wandered around her, the throbbing of her own heart getting stronger in her chest. She could feel her muscles push against the inner wall for a moment longer and then heard a whine on the outside, vibrating from tip to tail. She could feel the ground push back against her as she could feel something tightening.

There was a throb around her, a push and the fluid inside seemed to suddenly release. The puppy was so excited and so terrified. She would see the outside world for the first time, her momma, the sources of those other strange noises, she would get to wander around and play and use the instincts she'd been building in the womb.

Another pulse and throb around her, the contractions growing harder and her muzzle being squeezed into the tight tunnel, her muzzle just trying to open and close but held tightly by rings of muscle and being forced headfirst into the birth canal. She could feel something tugging behind her as she was pushed by others inside of the womb behind her. She slid down the cavernous muscles, stuck in those tight muscles for a few moments, her little heart hammering as she tried to wiggle at the same time and crawl into the light.

A few more tight squeezes, some shoves from behind, the fluid in her lungs flowing out and a high pitched squealing coming out of her muzzle.

"Yes, that's the one! The first one right there!"

"Okay, you're sure you want her? I mean there are ten others in-"

"Her?!"

The puppy squeezed out of the body around her and slid into the air, her fur cooling. She didn't understand the noises around her but they felt oddly familiar somehow.

"Yes, is that a problem? Did you want a little male dog or-"

"No! No no no that one's fine I'm just... uh... surprised is all."

"Well they have a fifty fifty shot in there, I mean you really could just take a male one if-"

"Nope! It has to be that one."

"Alright, if that's what you want."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want."

The large, hairless creature muttered to the other one, about which the puppy wasn't really sure. She concerned herself with her momma's teats, squirming her way through her momma's white fur and attaching to one of her nipples. She suckled and felt the warm milk fill her muzzle even as she squeaked and yipped.

The one hairless creature left. The other, the older one, was careful about toweling her off, touching momma softly. The puppy wiggled and nuzzled up into the surface of her momma's tummy, her brothers and sisters piling around her and suckling as well. Soon they all seemed to have grown very tired, and the puppy found herself fading into sleep, with dreams of what her new life would be.