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So You've Been Transmogrified: Milton

Milton the once small and unimposing man from accounting was now about the farthest thing from his former self. New now stood above almost everyone in the room, commanded a body coupled with agility and muscle to rival most athletes, the only downside to that, if it could be called that, was his equine nature. However that was in fact not a downside to him, or most other that saw him. In fact he had realized that fact quickly and almost as soon as he and the other of the office had been allowed to return home decided that he would put his new sexy body to good use, making money.

For somebody as un-imposing as Milton had once been it would have surprised most of co-works that he knew a goodly number of people working in other professions that could be considered vulgar or depraved. This was not due to any moral imperprites on the part of Milton however and was merely due to a long stream of coincidences, a car accident and the improper destruction of private yacht. Without going much further Milton the newly minted Black stallion new that his body could sell, and he knew the man to seck out to sell it, a man named Larson. In short order Laron turned the accountant into something of a sex symbol as Larson had command of a somewhat large pornographic film company. That he owned, operated and pretty much did everything for, including occasionally acting. Milton and his body had raked in the views and the purchases to a degree Larson had seen exactly four times prior. In only three months Milton had taken the world of pornogrphy by storm, he didn't use his real name but any effort to try and hid his own identity were at best ineffective and at worst a joke and as such the occasional fan had cornered the horse on the street and of course to them it seemed strange that the hunky confident horse of the internet was in reality a small underconfident accountant in real life. The dichotomy between reality and fantasy left more than a few peoples heads spinning. Thus Milton found himself being called to Larsons studio at his behest to assist him with something.

It was raining, Milton worn only a pair of oversized jeans and rain slicker, he wore no shirt, he found that given his size they often caused him nothing but issues and only troubled himself with them when at his day job or other formal events. The studio door was unlocked and he found his way inside with relative ease, the building was empty, however the set was lit and Milton saw Larson was sitting in a chair waiting for him. Milton tapped the man's shoulder and woke him.

"Ah good your here, I had ever one clear out for this" he shot out, Laron talked a mile a minute when he had an idea brewing.

"I've been reading up on your condition, not to say its a bad thing just thats the easiest term I can think of" he continued.

Milton took the jacket off and took a seat in one of the chairs scattered around the set.

"So, stop me if I'm incorrect about anything ok" he pointed over to Milton seeking a response.

Milton could feel that a scene or something was about to be shot so he decided to start getting in character, he found the strong silent type often worked best and just nodded.

"Ok ok good good, now you possess the ability to turn yourself into anything you desire, yes" he again pointed looking for a reply.

"Yup, there are a lot of restrictions through, I can't turn into other people, other anthro forms are on the table, even animals hell I can do a gender swap to" he replied and decided that maybe getting into character was a bad idea depending on where this conversation went.

"Not a problem for what I am thinking, you can give others the ability as well" he went on.

Milton paused trying to form a picture of what Larsen was planing, he just nodded again in reply.

"Good, then what I propose is that we temporarily turn myself into a suitable partner to... test the waters as it were, and perhaps go from there" he finished bluntly leaving Milton a bit shocked.

"You want me to turn you into a 'suitable partner' for me" he said pointed at himself.

"Larson I've seen you think up do some pretty screwy stuff but... uh... why this" Milton asked.

"Views mostly, people what new, fresh, freaky and you and that sexy horse body satisfy all that, a nice new furry girl or guy, or maybe one of the latex variety would only server to boost those views" he finished shrugging in an exaggerated manner to help try and sell the idea to Milton.

Milton looked at his friend for a few seconds before responding,

"You sure about this, I mean, really sure. I'll do it, it just I mean, are you sure" Milton spoke in a confused tone.

"I am very sure" Laron spoke confidently. "This will help to grow viewership, and at worst if it doesn't you can just change me back right" Larson shrugged again trying to emphasize that it was not a big deal.

Milton agreed that it really wasn't given that Larson would not be stuck in his new body as he was. "Ok I'll help you out. How do you wanna do this" Milton asked. Larson cocked his head looking confused,

"What do you mean, I thought you know you just stick it in and..." he trailed off finishing the thought with his hands.

"Well yeah, if you wanna, it's just well uh..." Milton trailed off unable to put thoughts to words.

"Out with it man come on" Larson asked more joking than serious.

"Well I know you, your my friend, doing it like this kinda feels weird to me" Milton said as calmly as possibly before continuing, "For work it's one thing that's that, but uh it could be done in any number of ways really, just a simple fluid swap of any kind would do it" Milton finished.

"Milton we have know each other for a few years now, right" Milton nodded, "I can help to put assied any worries about this you way have" Larson came in close putting his face right up to the tip of Milton's snout, "If you don't feel comfortable doing this in a passionate way, then we can attempt it clinically, I don't think that would hurt anything, but you know that I like to get in character before a performance" Larson spoke in cool low voice.

He did not possess a very deep voice but commanded his will great skill. Milton was still on the fence about the whole idea but Larsons applied his hand to Milton crotch finding a hardened piece of equipment.

"Well it seems my voice has done the trick, now Milton how about you get into character as well" he spoke grinding.

Milton felt it now, he decided to disregard any impulses that deemed this course of action worrisome or weird. This was just an extension of work, an extension that would feel pretty fucking great but it was just that work, and Milton took great pride in his work.

"Ok Larson, what would you like to be" Milton asked his voice deeper and gruffer now.

Larson felt the change he grinned priding himself on his ability get the juices flowing in any man or women. Next he pondered Milton's question, he had not given it much thought. An idea reared it head on the edge of his mind. It was trust center stage upon seeing Milton stand and disrobe all before walking over to the set and laying on the bed. His cock was rock hard and Larson suddenly felt a longing for it to be in him, not in the traditional male sense. The idea formed further and took shape, Milton did say he could do a gender swap. That could be fun Larson told himself.

"You coming over here anytime soon lover boy" Milton called out to him.

Larson followed suit and disrobed approaching the black horse who was now sitting up on the bed awaiting him.

"You make a deschion" Milton asked him.

"Yes" Larson felt a twinge of embarrassment for some reason or another, it passed quickly, "Could you make me a girl, of the latex varrity", Milton cocked his head and nodded.

"Sure thing, I have the plans up hear" he tapped the side of of his head as he did so.

"What about a species" Milton asked.

The answer came faster than expected, "Dalmation" Larson confidently all most proclaimed.

Milton was surprised not at the choice but at the speed of the deschion, he must have been thinking about this for a while Milton thought to himself.

"Ok then, lets begin" Milton said.

Larson ducked over to a nightstand and grabbed a bottle out of it, LUBE was printed on the front in big bold letters. Milton stood up, he towered about two feet over his friend and was quickly doing the math required to find a position that would suit them both. Larson tossed the bottle to his side and made the first move unexpectedly. He reached around the back side of Milton grasping his checks and drawing him closer, his dick came within inches of the sitting man who looked up at his friend,

"Your doing me a favor, so how about I do one for one" he remarked, Milton was taken back by the fowardnes of the gesture and hesitated for a second.

"Don't worry, I've sucked dick for less" Larson caped that statement off by being to blow Milton.

Over the past few months Milton had been the benifatory of a number of blow jobs, however Larson was a pro. The man clearly new what he was doing and left Milton in state of bliss as his tongue and sucking motion conspired to push the horse over the edge then and there. He held back not waiting to blow his load so soon. The bots were already starting there work on Larson, however no changes were visible yet. Milton had both his hand as his hips while Larson moved his head up and down his rigid shaft drawing pre out of it and Miltons utmost favor as he did so. Finally Milton could take it no longer and gave into the building pressure within him. Larson being the expert released his mouth from Milton at the perfect time and managed to avoid being splattered with his cum.

"Ah... fuck man where'd you learn to suck like that" Milton asked his friend.

"Your not the only porn star here" Larson replied looking back at Milton expectantly.

"Yeah I guess you're right" Milton laughed a bit as he said so.

Milton leaned down and drew himself closer to Larson's manhood taking a deep wif as he did so. He smelled differnt he thought, the bots starting to work he wondered. It didn't really matter at the moment, well it did but Milton was unconcerned. He returned Larsons favor by taking the man dick into his own mouth and sucking, however something differnt began to occur. Larsons felt the changes rush onto him like a wave crashing over a breakwater. He could feel his manhood shrinking away as if Milton was draining him of it, it felt good. He found that strange why did it feel good. He was in a sense losing something integral to him. He knew that, yet he felt his cock a pristine thing that he took pride in shrinking and shriveling away. God it felt amazing, new sensation flowed over his senses, he felt a new sensitivity in his breasts and nipples and a rush of emotions. Milton felt the dick of his friend shirking faster now it was starting to make his job of sucking it troublesome when for a brief second it felt strange, stranger than it already did. Larsons dick had finally ceased to exist and had faded into a vangina.

Milton was phased by this development for as long as it took from to switch from dick sucking to tonge flexing. Larson was ecstatic at the development he had wondered for years how this had felt, he had had a few back door experiences in his life but nothing really compared to this. The feeling out have another writhe around in side of your sex proper, it felt envgerating to him... well her now he thought. She he... Larson became very confused for a few minutes as he tried to mental sort out his pronoun situation with himself. It didn't distract from Milton's excellent tonge work on the virgin sex of Larson's newly generated woman hode. Larsons looked down to see that two lumps of flesh were growing on her chest, boobies she thought to himself grinning at the idea of exploring another aspect of her new sex. With one hand she worked her way over to her left boob which was still growing. She grasped it, gentle just get a feel for the new peace of her body.

"Mmmm" she grumbled through a haze of bliss that acponed the grouping of her own body.

That felt good, real good she thought. She decided to press it a bit and using the same hand gave her nipple a little twist. The sudden stimulation coincided with a flick of Milton's tonge that conspired to send her over the edge. Larson's mind was monmentraly made white by the intsity and depth of her ensuing orgsum to such a degre that for a second Milton thought he had hurt her. A cacophony of screaming bliss echoed throughout the room for a few seconds before a bit of sense returned to Larson who now laid sprawled out on the bed.

"Uh Larson you ok" Milton asked a bit concerned for his friend.

"Fuck me that was the best fucking thing I've felt in my life" Milton spoke in higher pitched tone now.

He failed to notice however Milton did along with a few other changes, Larson's face was softer now, and she had appeared to lose some muscle mass, and gained a few curves. Milton eyed her up and down a few times to be sure, he was after a few more. Larson looked up at Milton a shit eating grin on his face,

"Well stud you gonna leave a lady waiting for the main course" he spoke with a distinct brand of tone that he knew Milton found annoying.

Milton only smiled in a way that could only mean one thing in response. He grabbed Larson by her ankles and pulled her closer until her legs were pressed up against his chest at 90 degree angle and her was on the brink of inserting himself into her. He could see a needy look on her face and meet it with a predatory smirk of his own. Larson's for her poart was waiting in anticipation like she had known all to few times in her life. She felt the tip of Milton's dick on her presopos preparing to take a dive into her and to properly christen her new found sex. She placed a finger in her mouth to bit down on as Milton slowly inserted into her eliciting a few wines and groans from her as he did so. Fuck he felt huge in her, his tongue had felt amazing in side of her earlier now she was left without language to describe how it felt of have him inside of her proper. Milton still grasped Larson's ankles he felt a change in the texter and looked to see a white substance spread down from her ankles. Latex he thought, this was going to get weird, interesting to be sure but still weird. Milton wasn't really into that kind of thing but on the other hand there were a lot of things that Milton could have confidently said he wasn't into only a few months ago. He decided to start thrusting.

He shifted his hands downward grasping her thighs to help give him a better grip and began pounding her. He found himself watching as the spreading white goo like substance spread downward over her body. It was fascinating watching the latex replace what had been flesh only second before. He turn his gaze up for a brief second to see that she had paws now. Milton didn't really know much about taxonomy aside from basic human, and more recently equine, but they looked like a dogs to him. He also noted the appearance of black spots all over the affected areas. They had a luster to them that he found singularly present in there shin and there color. The purity of the white latex seemed to draw him in closer, he found himself compelled to watch the spread as it slipped past her thighs and around her pussy. Larson could feel the cool spreading of the latex over herself, god it felt good. Even better as it rounded her hips and thighs adding to Milton's already very effective use of his manhood to penetrated and then fuck her good.

His rhythmic pounding and steady pace of the latex drove her mind further into the background of her thoughts and brought something more primitive and basic forward something capable of taking in all the sensory input she was getting and turning it into a comprehensible response without the over analyzation that her mind would give it. Give in, was all she could register. Milton watch with detached fascination his rhythmic motions become unchous as he focused more and more on the spreading transformative substance covering Larson's body. He was as Larsons bodie changed losing its hair and any signs that she had been a he only minutes before. More black spots had appeared giving a stark but pleasing contrast to her body which was rapidly developing more curves to further complement the her femininity. Milton could not help but drool as the changes rounded her breasts leaving a black spot over half of her left and her other pure white with black nipples a differnt shape of darkness than the spots.

Milton finally felt a twinge of conscious thought break though this haze of lust and he snapped back to his job and closed his eyes directing all his attention to his speed, precision, and force. All of which he applied with great skill and craft. Larson felt that her changes were staring to reach a head both in a literal sense and a metaphorical one. Her hands and arms had been changes and now the changes spread up her neck she had not looked at anything yet and was letting her imagination run wild as she let the changes and Milton run wild with her body letting both the force use her as they saw fit. Finally she felt it, a slight twinge at first but it was their building in the back of her mind. In reality it only took second but for her it felt like an eternity, the change seemed to sense it as well accelerating there procese in an attempt to seemingly keep up with the changing women. She felt the explosion of orgasmic bliss wash over her causing a twitch that sent Milton over the edge as well. Like pulling the pin from a grenade both of them climaxed near sitanusly as the white gooey latex washed over Larson's face and pushed it out into a canid muzzle.

Miltons seed filled the latex dogs womb and after it could hold no more began to drip from her side leaking where it could scirt past Miltons length. Milton stood breathing deeply head down and eye closed recovering. He felt Larson pull away from him in the process pushing against him harder than she meant to. The force caught Larson unprpared and knocked him over causing him to separate from Larson with a wet pop and he tried to wright himself as he fell flat on his ass.

"Ah fuck are you ok" a voice seemingly called out to him.

Milton appreciated that it was probably the hormones pumping through him right now, but the visage before him felt like the closest thing to a goddess he had seen. Larson had been totally transformed, were a fit average hispanic man had stood minute before, a feminized latex dalmation with a head of brunette hair now leaned over the bed looking at him. Her voice bared no resemblance to his friend, however it carried with it a familiar tone.

"Milton" she asked again leaning further over the bed. She leaned to far and the fell herself. Landing on Milton chest and knocking the wind out of him.

"Ah Milton fuck im..." Milton held up a hand and stopped her signifying that he was fine.

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "Well that was something wasn't it" she giggled as she said so.

Milton nodded still not fully recomposed himself. Milton was slightly taken back when she laid down on top of him resting her head on his chest.

"Thanks for this man, this feels just, so great" she told him. Milton was unsure of how to respond.

"Uh... hey could we just stay like this for a bit, it just kinda feels nice, you know" Larson asked his friend sincerely.

Milton could have said something, anything but just took his hands and wrapped them around the naked form resting on top of him. It was all either of the two needed to understand, both basked in each others body for a time before they got back to work, they did have jobs to do after all.

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Vix did not like this man, either of them really. Leo was a corporate lawyer lobbyist type that gave off the feeling that he would sell his soul to the devil for a seat on a board of company. The other was a representative of the FDA who had been tasked with testing her company nanobots. He was nondescript, average in every way really but something about him felt incenssher to her like he was putting on a front. She also felt both there eyes on her body. The latex fox ordinary did not mind the ogling eyes of other, in fact she had come to find the idea of people finding her sexy, of wanting her to be a kind of turn on. These two however reminded her that it was a fantasy, and better left as such. Why they saw fit to bother her with this round of questioning again was baffling to her, was the government really that redundant in its collection of information it deemed important. The last question was asked and the man from the FDA left, Leo however lingered, earning a glare from Vix.

"Can I help you with something" she asked him, not hiding her growing aggravation.

She knew he knew she did not like him.

` "Miss Vix, I know you are not a fan of mine but I am in need of a favor, something that I feel you might be able to help me with" he spoke in a calm monotone.

Vix was unphased, what did this creap want she thought.

"I have had a long standing fantasy that Mister Mason has recently put within my grasp, if you could perhaps give me a sample of the nanit agent..." Vix cut him off.

"No, you know the feds are already ants about us letting people run around out there with these thing in their bodies as it is, if they find out that..." he cut her off this time.

"We would be very much fucked. However I think we both know that our employees are out there fucking around and creating a whole bunch of new problems for me and you and Mason to deal with. In Fact I know this for a fact, and I have gone through some considerable lengths to prevent any action on the behalf of federal government."

He placed a folder on the table as he finished. Vix eyed him and then picked it up looking through it. After a few minutes she placed it back down and looked over at the man.

"I'm sure you know that I do not wish to bring this company down, but I do hold a particularly good hand right now" he smiled without showing any emotion as he spoke.

Vix knew that the company would lose face for this, in fact it might bring down the full wrath of fed on them. Not for this furry mess, what Leo had plopped down in front of her was whole differnt can of worms. It was a document containing a broad spectrum of lies that Mason had told to a congressional panel about the bots, and here it was. She was fully in the know about the situation, her Mason and a few others had felt it necessary to conceal certain aspects of the bots function until such a time as the federal government would not start detaining people and locking them in secure off the books black sites.

She looked over at Leo, "Ok you bastard, you win. You want some fur I can help you with that". He grinned again,

"Oh Miss Vix it's not just me, in fact you may what to start taking notes". Vix pulled out a pen and a pad and did so, and she had thought Mason was weird. However she did see an out, not a very ethical out, but there was one. She would get one over on this fucker, and he probably wouldn't see it coming.