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The music jangled an upbeat peppy swing as the sound of myriad souls wandered into the bowels of the TF CASINO. When asked, the nice bunny girl at the front admitted that it used to be called the TF/TG CASINO, after the initials of the founders, but then TG had the gumption to leave the business. Very sad for all involved, and really a bit of TG is implied when you have so much TF in one place. The silly humans smiled and nodded, not entirely sure what that meant. Was that... was that an Actual bunny person? Are those real?

Vegas is weird.

Some put the weirdness on a bumper sticker, other places revel in miscreancy and debauchery, but the TF Casino prides itself on a particular form of weirdness. The high magus(for indeed such a thing is possible in Vegas) had long amassed far more in Money than he could ever reasonably spend. He could make a second casino, but why bother? No, nowadays the casino trades on far more intangible qualities. There's a minor entry fee, for tax purposes, and you can certainly trade in cash for chips if you're from out of town.

But how many chips can you get for years of your life? Your firstborn son? The wings off your back. What's that? You don't have wings yet? Well step right up to the prize counter and trade your fine winnings in for some fabulous wings. And outside of Vegas, no one will even notice! That's the beauty of it all. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because it's one of those places where magic just throws its hands up and goes "I just don't know".

But you're not here for some advertising copy, are you? I see you have a keen interest in the wheelings and dealings that go on inside the TF Casino. So step right up, place your bets, and maybe... just maybe, you might win it big.

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Who's a Good Kitty? It's Me!

[Cat, MtF, Feral, Pet, Clean]

Danny wandered through the casino, eyes aglow as he tried to take it all in. Lights! Colors! Glitz and glam! The whole place was alive, and he had no idea where to start. Slots? Slots sounded... boring. Pedestrian. Cards? He... wasn't a good card player. He'd brought some money to be sure, but this was only supposed to be a side fling before the actual Business of the business trip.

"Cmon, don't be shy. I can see the hope in your eye."

He turned, looked around... One of the dice tables was nearby, and there was a dealer all but leaning over the table, letting him get a good view of her... jiggly bits. She looked like a cat person, which was quite odd, but he liked cats. He'd never seen a cat and a person Together like that, but clearly it wasn't such a bad thing if they could sway back and forth like... what were we talking about?

"Oh! Sorry, just... looking around." "First rule of the casino: no sorries. You're here to have fun!" "I'm here to have fun." "My name isn't fun, but I do deal in it. Come, sit! I'm here by the entrance just in case someone like you comes in." "Someone... like me?" "A first-timer, a shy sort, perhaps even someone with a name?" "Wha? Oh! Danny. My name's Danny." "Felicia, charmed to meet you." She held out a... yes, definitely a paw, and when they shook he squished the beans ever so slightly. Oh... oh goodness. "Seems we have a cat person here today." "You? Or me?" "Yes. Welcome to the Pussycats, where a simple roll of the dice can fill you with all that feline charm." "Huh. How does it work?" "Well, we'll start you off nice and simple." She bopped the little dice booper, and this looked so adorable that he almost forgot what he was doing. Two dice, all for him. "What are you thinking? High, low, or doubles?" "Um..." He wasn't sure! Doubles sounded nice, but maybe... "High."

"And away we go!" She sat there, staring at him. Waiting. "You... you have to roll the dice." "Oh! Oh sorry, I just..." "No worries, go on! It's your game to play."

He shook, rolled them, and... away! 3-5 = 10.

"Oooh! There we go, and our first high is... feline satisfaction, that's a rare one! Well done."

Something tingled deep inside him, and he gave out a noise that was almost a... purr? Mmm, he liked it indeed, and definitely felt satisfied. Confident, assured, ready to play again. "What... what was that?" "We deal in things a bit more magical than raw cash here. This table's quite tame, mind you, all cat themed. Winners get nice positive cat traits, losers get a negative one. If you pick doubles, then it's all doubled!"

"Neat." He probably would have scoffed at the whole idea coming in, but having felt it... it felt good, and he wanted it to keep feeling good. "Let's go... Low."

The dice jangled, bounced, and... onward! 4-4 = 8.

"Alas, not quite a winner. That means we're taking something away. Just for a bit, and you can always try and win it back."

Something shifted down low, though it felt just as warm and enticing as before. Was this really a... negative change? It almost felt relaxing, freeing, like something was being lifted away and released. There was a strange emptiness there though, and he opened his pants to... find nothing!

"Wha... where did...?" "It's over here with me! What do you think of the replacement?"

He... she? Wasn't sure. There was a touch of fur, lightly purple of all things around the edges, but in the center was a warm, juicy slit that he touched ever so tenderly. Oh! That... that wasn't half bad... "And this is... a negative?" "Negative, as in taking away. If you had won down low, then you might have gotten a bit more endowed, or maybe even some paw pads. I saw you do so love the paw pads."

"I do, I do..." This was very strange, but exhilarating! He, himself was on the line here! It was one thing to bet money from the expense account, but another entirely to bet his own person! There was something scandalous and wrong about it all, like he was getting away with a guilty pleasure.

Doubles he called, and doubles he rolled! 2-2=4. Something tingled, jittered at his ears, and then they started to rise. Growing, fluffing out, he could rub his hands on them and... just do it again. And again. And hear all the things and feel all the wonders and what was he doing? He forgot.

"Heehee. You're taking to it quite well!" "Well, I guess I am a cat person." "Looking the part, yes. Cmon, roll it! We're here to have fun."

The rolls continued, each one twisting and shaping him about. Winning a Low, and his bum erupted into a firm, fluffy tail that kept swishing back and forth excitedly. Losing a Low, and he watched the shoes slide off his feet as they turned into strange paw-like things. Winning doubles once more, and her chest started to fill up, gently, slowly.

"Mmm... this feels so strange... so nice..." "Doesn't it? I knew when you came in you were one for the catness." "When does... it stop?" She was fondling, amazed at how the nipples could poke out so freely from such a soft squishy thing, how the curves curved in every which way possible, and if she wanted she could move them and make more curves possible.

"That's up to you. Of course, I do have the High Steaks game!" "Ooooh..." Felicia popped out four more dice, a black and three red. "You keep your blacks, dear, and I'll take the reds." "Nyaa." Did... did she just nyaa? It felt right, in any case.

"And we roll to see who gets higher, me or you. Same idea, you want to roll more than me, but this time we add in Triples." "Neat. What does that do?" "Up to you! You get a cat-themed change of Your Choice, a nice big juicy one. We've got some suggestions if you want. That coworker you dislike? Cat. Want to be able to sleep anywhere like a Cat? That's there too." "What if I... just be a cat person. Like you. When I leave."

"Yes! That's down here, number 4, see?"

She did see, and this pleased her so. Good to know the casino thought ahead.

"And what happens if you roll triples instead?" "Teehee. Let's see... I think... I want a cat friend at the table." "A... what?" "Friend, little housecat, just for tonight at least. You'd stay here, and have fun with me as we play with the other patrons." She steeled her courage. She kinda wanted to be upright, with hands and such, but there did need to be an element of risk involved. "Alright. Let's do it." "Nyaa! Onward."

They rolled! 6-1-3 to 3-2-4. Danni grinned, and felt the gentle fluffening of a nice light purple fur coat wash over her. She wasn't wearing much anymore, but she didn't seem to think that was necessary either. She felt right at home in this new fur, this new form...

2-1-3 to 6-1-6. Drat! Something tickled in her mind, slipping away and gently falling out. What had she forgotten? Clearly it wasn't important. Some human thing she didn't need.

5-4-4 to 5-4-4. She smiled, and it was a very catlike smile as her face seemed to push out just a tad. Lips parting, tongue blepping, her snoot was ready to be booped, and Felicia happily did the honors. Boop!

3-4-1 to 3-3-3. Oh. Ohhhhhh.

"Haha! I win indeed." "Then... what does..." Something twisted. Changed inside, and she fell forward on the table a bit. Her hands, her paws, they were shrinking, or perhaps the room was growing? Her fingers seemed to wiggle away, replaced by little nubs with little claws and the beans that extended them. Her ears twitched, her tail swished, and she shrank so much she started to fall!

But Felicia had done this part before, and calmly picked the new cat up to place her on the table. There you go. You're so small! You fit ON the table now, don't you? Yes you do.

Danni rolled over, marveling at it all. The dice were the size of her paws now, and she... was just a wriggly fluffy little purrito. The fingers came in, petting and scritching and everything seemed to blur and purr together. Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm... what was she doing? She forgot.

"Hey there! Don't be shy, I see the hope in your eye."

Danni looked up, yawning. There was a girl here, a bit timid and shy, but staring down at the cat with a sense of cuteness proximity. Then up to the cat lady scooping up the dice, and back down.

"Don't worry, she's friendly. Say hi, Danni!" Danni gave her best meow, and was petted by both at once. A pincer attack! But a good one. This was far better than gambling, and it felt so Good to lose.

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Getting Cocky

[Size Theft, Femboi, CTF]

"Can you feel it, Shar? That's the feeling of impending loss." "For you, maybe. We're both 2-2." "Well then, better hope your hand is a good one."

Shareal squatted on the bed in one of the casino's swanky hotel rooms. This wasn't his first time to the casino, and he'd already made great use of the Winnings he made last time. I mean, who doesn't want to buy yourself a sweet red and yellow dragon body? Humanoid, of course, the world outside the casino was made for humans, and some level of sitting upright was needed for a day job. But, having exhausted a lot of the basic levels of fun, he now faced his greatest opponent... the roomate.

Rex was pleased with himself. Shar had insisted he come on down to the casino, and having already traded himself up to being a proper timber wolf, he was looking for a bit more of a challenge. And so, the stakes were set. Best of five, winner take all... the dick. For the two men, their manhood was on the line, and one of them would be walking away with double the fun... while the other would have a bit of an empty situation going on.

"Two pair." Shar happily slammed down his Queens and Sevens.

"Alas, alas, I have but... 3 Jacks." "Fuck!" "Ahaha... that puts me on top. And you... forever bottom."

Something tingled, and a jolt of nervous anticipation shot into the dragon's butterflies. No no no... he wasn't supposed to actually Lose. It... it was a joke, please?

But he could feel it. Or rather, a lack of feeling, as the concerned pressure in his pants started to wane... and then to soften.

"Nooooo..."

He pulled his pants open, almost too afraid to look... but there it was... for now. Shrinking, shriveling, a tender little morsel that couldn't help but evaporate into thin air. Tiny, like a little hot dog, and then just a weiner, and then maybe a little nub.

"Mmm... that feels good." "Rub it in, why don't you." "Oh I will, I will."

Shar looked over, deeply annoyed at seeing the tip of a mighty phallus poking out over the top of Rex's jeans. There was too much to handle, and even though the length hadn't gotten much longer, the girth... that was some pork loin sausage right there.

"This is gonna give anyone who takes it a real workout."

Shar let his pants droop, with only a tiny nipple of sorts pecking out from an otherwise smooth, hairless crotch. But then it dipped in, tucked inside, and the flesh began to part.

"Wha? Nooo... that's not part of the bet..." "Of course it is. What, do you want Nothing down there?" "But I'm a guy!" "So you look like one, yes. But then when people get to see the real deal, they'll find a sweet little pussy hiding inside those pants, trying to pretend to be a big boy." "Grrrk..."

It was something about the way he said it... infuriating but in an arousing way... there was a tender heat growing down there, a wetness that dared trying to seep out...

"Okay, that's enough!"

Shar pulled his pants up, tight... but this only emphasized how FAR they had to go up to reach the crotchline.

"Aww, but I need to put this to good use!" "Wh...what?!" "I mean, the winner takes all, right? What's the point if I don't give it a workout..."

Rex was already pulling off his pants, and the sight was both... intriguing and concerning. That... that was coming for his crotch. Going in, there was No way that would fit. He... he had to do something... something soon, but...

"Double or nothing!" "...what?" Rex smiled, grinning comically. You can't be serious.

"Double. Or nothing. Surely you aren't scared." "Ha. I've already won. I can win again. And again. You're not as good as you think you are at cards." "Okay... winner gets the dick." "Aww... but if it's double or nothing, let's say the loser..."

"...gets to Be the dick."

Shareal stared. Agape, aghast. That... seriously?

Rex just smiled, and nodded, and shrugged. "Not getting a limp dick are you? Oh wait..." "Fine! If that's the stakes... prepare to be my dick." "Ha. Sounds good. Best of five." "Bring it."

The games began, each filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Believe in the heart of the cards, or else!

Rex found himself shifting in his seat. The hotel chairs were designed to be sturdy and look nice, but not necessarily be Comfy to sit in. If they did that, you might not go down to the casino to play! And now with this massive meat popsicle taking up space, he was having second thoughts. Still, he couldn't really make it go down, the thought was too enticing. To actually take someone AS his dick, shifted and molded into flesh and pleasure... if ever there was a carnal sin, this would be it. And he did so love being naughty.

"Ha! That's one to me." "Dangit! Don't... don't get cocky." "Pfft. You're the one who's going to get cocky alright."

Shar grimaced, but drew the next hand. He was... keenly aware of how EMPTY his crotch felt. He'd put the pants back on, but that just made it worse. With the way he was sitting, the way the pants were designed, there was a noticeable Gap between crotch and chair and pants, the fabric just floating from surface tension. And all the while his pussy quivered in anticipation. No, shove that out of thought, out of mind. He had to win. Not just to get his dick back, but to avoid... being the dick. Being shafted. So why...

Why did his thoughts keep coming back to what that might feel like?

A strange, absurd thing to be betting on, but here in the casino all bets were real and final. Smiling at his three Queens though, he slammed them down upon the bed.

"That's one back." "Aha. The little cuntboy still has some fight in her." "Him. In him." "Gonna be It soon enough. And you like that, don't you." "Sh... shut it..."

He was blushing now, could dragons blush? Rex was doing his confident poker smile thing again, the one with the single fang hanging out, just because he could. His tail was firmly jammed behind him where it couldn't be traitorous, though in this sort of one on one setting it didn't really matter. Go ahead. See how pleased I am at my hand. It won't help you.

"And that's mine again." "Dammit." "One more. Just one more." "It's not over until it's over." "Mmm... but you want it to be over."

Shar shifted his wings, trembling. He... he couldn't want that. He had some pride, some manliness, that... "To not be a person, to be part of someone greater. Used, played with, teased and pleasured..." Don't... don't put these images in his mind... he would win, he could do this...

"Stuffed in my pants, carried around..." "Well, if you think you can beat three nines, go for it." "Oho! Well then, suffice to say... I only have..."

Shareal quivered. Don't... don't TEASE him like this... cmon man... "Three Jacks."

"Noooo!" "Haha. Jacks, even. That's three to me, and you get shafted, Cock." "My name isn't Cock, it's-"

But the world shifted. Twisted a half circle, his brain... what was he...

The room seemed to spin, as the realization slammed into him. He... he was going to be...

"Tell me then. What is your name?" "Cmon, you've known me for years, it's Cock. C... Cock. Why... why can't..." "You say it? But that is your name. It's a good name for my dick."

Rex was standing up, moving towards him now. No pants on, no pants needed, just a naked wolf with a proud shaft. Furred balls swaying from side to side, tail wagging fiercely.

"Nnn...nghh..."

Something was wrong... he didn't seem like he could move. Cock looked up at Rex from the bed, watching as the wolf tugged at his shirt, which seemed to unbutton and snap free with far too much ease. Tugging his pants down only slightly, leaning him back, preparing the rod for ramming speed...

"This... it's..." "Already been decided."

He shoved, and Cock gave a cry of pleasure. That... hooo! Everything was being shoved aside, it didn't even quite get IN the first push, but then the second came, and now he was pretty firmly stuck. He was looking down at this... red and pink thing, between his legs, between HIM. Wet slime leaking out, running down it, over a knot that couldn't possibly go inside, not with his own shaft doubling its size. And now...

"Mmm... that's tight. But it feels... like there's room being made, isn't there...?"

It... it did. Like his insides were opening up, and he could feel like he was... falling onto the shaft, falling into it. He looked at the room around him, watching as it grew bigger. His wings seemed to curl inwards against his will, what little of that there was left. Wrapping, tucking into his arms, and then shriveling away like overcooked pieces of bacon.

"My wings...!" "Your arms too. Nice and attached, soon to be all one big dick."

He tried to wiggle his arms, his hands and fingers, but those... didn't exist anymore. Like being bundled up, a sleeping bag of kinky delight. He hadn't even noticed his legs, his tail, all of them curling inwards as they shrunk. His hips seemed to be loosening, the buttcheeks turning into testicles that were quickly being covered up by the furry flesh of his new owner.

"It's... so warm... so tight..."

"Good. Let's try some of... this..."

Rex took his hands, grasped at Cock, pulling and kneading the shaft. He cried out, but it was muffled and confused. It felt so good, a mindless pleasure that made it so hard to concentrate. What was he doing? Could he do? That didn't... seem like a thing he was made for. The room was so large, he was looking UP at Rex's grinning lupine face, seeing those firm pecs, those chiseled abs, even as he was leaned further and further back.

"I... immmmggghhur..." He tried to speak, but something gushed up his throat. Salty, gooey, a taste he both dreaded and yearned for.

"Mmm... got a bit of pre going on there, Cock my boy." His horns had fallen out, and his mouth seemed devoid of teeth and tongue. He tried to blink, but he didn't seem to have eyes anymore. Not that it stopped him from seeing. From watching. The wolf was stroking with only one hand now, a massive grasping thing that enclosed him and kept... making it... worse. Better? More, certainly. Something was building, filling from below, and he... he had to... to fight it and to release it. To make it stronger and keep it from gushing out. But that was a fool's errand, and he was less than a fool now. Less than a man, less than a person.

"And out... it...goes!!!"

Cock would have complained, if he wasn't so utterly consumed by the feeling of ejaculation. It came from within, filling and pushing aside and out and away. Some splattered back down on him, but he had to send out more, and then again... and again... and a little bit more... just... a dribble...

"Wow, that was real nice. You were pretty pent up, weren't you?"

Feel... so good...

"What's it look like down there, Cock?"

He could... see backwards. Looking at the wall, perhaps tilting his vision up to the wolf... but then Rex stood up. Carrying the shaft upwards, wiping it off oooh yes that felt good. He was dangling, suspended between two massive towering legs. Everything seemed bigger when you were a cock, and he watched as the white fabric came up the legs.

Don't... put me away... wanna... have fun...

"Mmm, but that's part OF the fun. Being packed up, carted around, getting hard off my feelings and desires even before you get to see where you're going."

It did seem to lift and cradle nicely. He could kinda see, a little bit through the thin underwear... but then the jeans came, and with it darkness. There was a gentle patting from outside, and Cock felt himself nodding off. Maybe... just a little nap. Have to refill, to get the tank nice and full for next time. When was next time? That was someone else's decision now, wasn't it.

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Betting Your Future

[Dog, MtF, Feral, Pet]

"Surprised to see you back here, Kit." "Yeah well... things have been... they've been."

Kit sat nervously in a back room of the casino, watching as T.F. shuffled a few cards idly. It had been a long time since they both worked small jobs at a local casino, back in the day. But now T.F. was a proper high mage, owner of his own casino, where all the changes could happen. He smiled gently, and if you peered just right you could see a glimpse of the coyote underneath the mask.

"Last I saw you, you were setting out on your own. Didn't ask for much, all you wanted was a tail to take with you."

Kit nodded, said fox tail swishing back and forth between the rails of the chair. He was a small fennec, more by design and choice than anything else, but such things were possible here. One could be forgiven for mistaking him for a girl, as he wasn't fond of the sort of hyper-masculine looks that were In with creatures back in the 70s. But now there was a sadness, a weariness and a hint of tragedy under those drooping ears. T.F. noted the bandages around his right shin, and the slight purple on his arms. Even the fur couldn't cover that.

"Well, business hasn't been... great. You'd think people would be more receptive to magic, but..." "Yeah. That's why I work here. In Vegas, people don't mind as much. The veil holds no power here, and everyone's coming to experience something strange and magical anyway."

He set the cards down on the table gently, with reverence. These were important, you see. No more or less than any other cards, but if you couldn't treat your cards with respect, how could you treat people the same way?

"But that's not what you're here for. You're here to talk about the future." Kit nodded gently, sadly. "...what future." "What indeed. Is it that bad?" "I... I can't leave here, T.F. They'll find me again, and I don't have the money." "Mmm. Well, I think I can arrange something to help. You wouldn't be here if I couldn't."

Kit waited, steeling himself. Such things always had a price, or at least a gamble involved. That was the way of the coyote's magic, the way it had always been with them. Kit had lost his gamble of going into the wider world, but now... perhaps it was time for one last play.

"I think we'll leave it at this: You are here seeking a future. We've always been good friends, and I hate to see bad things happen to good people. I can make the outside world go away for you. Make your future a bright one. However..."

The fennec inhaled sharply. This... this was it.

"We'll need to play. See where providence takes you. If you win, your future is yours. Free, uninhibited. You'll want for nothing, and if you do I'll see to it that you get what you need. If you lose, your future is mine. You'll work here for that future, and what you earn will be yours to keep."

Kit... exhaled. That... that wasn't so bad. Somehow he knew though, that one way or another things wouldn't be that simple. But T.F. was true to his word, he Had to be, and the fennec didn't really have a future outside of here. Even one being owned wasn't a terrible loss.

"Deal." "Glad to hear it. Shall we?"

They played. Kit felt the trademark tingling of magic suffusing his entire being, but he shoved it out of mind. Of course there would be magic, and there was no need to fret over it. The bandages on his leg unfurled and fell to the ground, but already there was no bruising to cover. The fur was full, and fresh, clean and glistening once more.

"So what did you think? Coming back after all this time." "You've... certainly turned the place around. Far less seedy, far more... fun." "Fun is good. We like fun." "Yes. Yes we do."

Kit laid down his cards, but honestly he wasn't really paying attention. They were both experts at the game, and this was far more casual than usual. Something was calming, stroking his mind and ironing out all the wrinkles. It felt... nice. Peaceful. Fun, perhaps.

"That's one to you." "See? Haven't lost my touch." "I'd be sad if you had."

Kit's tail was wagging now, and he leaned forward. Something about that felt... right. Good. His butt seemed to curve and twist in the seat, making the new posture all the more comfortable, and he almost didn't need to adjust to avoid squishing his crotch. Almost.

"But you'll need to do better than that." "My fate is in the cards, I suppose." "But also your choices. Even if you don't know which ones lead to the best outcome, you can make assumptions. Infer. Predict. Some will naturally be better than others, even in the dark."

Kit nodded, tongue blepping out of his mouth ever so slightly. He felt so warm, so hot and bothered. Something was pulling, dragging at his dick... and he couldn't get his mind off it. Like it was being suctioned, reeled in and stowed away. His chest started to wobble even as the fur grew thicker. This... he felt simple... free... had he taken off his clothes? Did it really matter? It felt... nice being naked like this. Normal. Like he had nothing to hide.

"Two for you then. Doing well." "Yeah... I see you... got a head start on the changes." "Do you like them?"

He paused, actively leaning back and looking. He... he didn't even have balls anymore. Not that he ever really worried about them, but now there was a puffy, swollen opening, with the last remnants of a tiny shaft held within, like lips munching on a hot dog. His hot dog definitely felt... like it could use some improvement. She liked the pulling, liked how... inhuman the whole thing seemed. It was hard to hold the cards now, fingers shortening and growing closer together, and her thoughts just... didn't seem to care. Did it really matter? She was home.

"Well now, that's a surprise. Three for you." "You, surrrprised?" It was hard to form the words, hard to... remember why they mattered. Her voice was so light, but with a roughness that said she would be the best at barking.

"Only a little. Come. Stand up. The future is yours."

She stood, but it wasn't entirely successful. Her hips, they bent at an odd angle, and the sheer roundness of her butt wasn't helping. Her tail felt thinner, still poofy but not quite That poofy, and her feet were nothing but paws now. T.F. leaned closer, scritched behind her ears, had they gotten smaller? She lolled her tongue and wagged all the same. Master was here, master liked her, was PROUD of her. She was a good dog.

"Your future doesn't lie out there, with the two legged sorts. No, you need to be cozy, and comfortable, and taken care of. No one will ever think you to be the same person, certainly not the mean debt collectors. No one but us."

Kit looked at her paws, seeing how there weren't even fingers left. No thumbs, no ability to do anything human. She was feral, a pet, full of love and warmth and comfort. And the floor was calling to her. With a happy bark, she threw herself at the ground, forcing her paws to catch the greatly diminished weight.

The room, it was so Big! She could feel now, how naked she was, her pussy open to the air, the slight wiggle of tiny feral teats underneath her. The coyote stood above her, no mask needed anymore, and when he bent down and embraced her, she just HAD to leap into his arms and give him all the licks. Yes she did, yes she did!

"Haha. Well now, I'm glad you're finally happy."

She... she was. The golden retriever felt that joy inside, that spark that had been missing for So Long. Something tickled around her neck, and though she couldn't see it, she felt as the skin turned the lightest of blues. A secret collar, a little mark so that even if others couldn't see it... they would feel and know that This dog was a Good Dog, a Special Dog to be taken care of. A collar addressed to herself, as her own owner.

"What do you think? Shall we go find you a nice room?" She shook her head, her tail, her everything. No no, not yet. Too hyper, too energetic. The casino awaited, and now she was in the right mood to explore and see just how much fun her friend had made over the years.

"As you wish. I'll be here when you're ready, as always."

Kit nodded, and charged out the door, pleased as it opened for her without a sound. Perhaps it was a gilded cage, but it was Her gilded cage, and she would make it the happiest one ever. The future was hers, and hers alone.

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Defined By The Dice

[Randomly Rolled TF, Null, Exhibitionism]

Near the center of the casino stood a raised circular stage. Lights shone around it, flickering and glimmering with hints of what might come. A raccoon lady stood atop it, wearing the most outlandish... clothing, if one could call it that. Very flowy, very elegant, leaving little to the imagination. Why did you need a window Right at the crotch to show the underwear? Because it's fun, that's why!

She swished her tail dramatically and cast aside her hat. It was a simple thing, and would always find its way back, but for now a member of the crowd could say "I got the hat from that one girl!"

Humans were weird like that.

"Well now, it seems we've got quite a crowd! That's excellent, because we've also got our first man of the hour! Everyone give a round for CRAIG!"

They applauded drunkenly as a 30-something man wandered up the stairs to the stage. It was... rather bright up here. Everyone was staring, and he gave a little polite game-show wave. That was what you were supposed to do, right?

"Tell me Craig, what brings you here?" "Well, um..." He fidgeted a bit, trying to find the words.

"Don't be shy, we're all friends here."

"Well, it's my first time down to Vegas, little trip just to relax." "You'll get more than that!" "Now now, dears, let the nice man speak. Go on..." "And well... I don't really do much... excitement? But I figured I need to do Something cool while I'm here." "That's the spirit, and you've found the right place! It's time to get ROLLED!"

The audience hooted and hollered, and Craig vaguely wondered whether this was a mistake. They all seemed like... they knew more than they were letting on. Were they? He couldn't tell. The raccoon boobs and the lady attached to them were rather distracting, parading him around and letting everyone get a good look. Short brown hair, british chap, lightly dressed because goodness the Vegas heat. Whooof.

"For any newcomers like Craig, the rules are quite simple. Each round, we'll let you all cast your chips on a vote. Each vote is for a specific change, a bit of dressing up for our hero here. We'll then take a quick roll, and one of your choices will be selected! The more you bet, the more likely you are to be picked!"

This... this sounded doable. A bit of costuming? He wasn't entirely sure what they meant by Changed, but it wouldn't be too bad. Surely.

"With that, let's get into it!

A marquee rolled down behind Craig, and he turned to see that the screen was showing... GENDER. Wait what.

A pie graph of many colors started to fill as the chips rolled in, and he watched as MAN and WOMAN seemed to fill the majority of it. But what was... BOTH? NONE? OTHER was just odd. They... they couldn't be serious...

"And... roll!"

A large representation of dice clattered about on the screen, as a little needle spun around and around on the pie chart. Where would it land? Slower... slower...

"Ooh, a rare one right off the bat. We have... NONE!"

The crowd cheered, while a couple sighed despondently. Craig was far more distracted by the sudden... warmth flowing through him. What... what was... ohhhh... Something was melting inside him, outside as well, he felt so hot... but the heat was cleansing him. Removing strange lurid things that didn't need to be there anymore. His pants seemed to loosen and adjust, giving him a prime view of... nothing. He stuck his hand in his pants, patting frantically, but there was just... nothing. A tiny hole, too small for any kinky activity, and the whole thing was smooth and rounded. His shirt seemed to vanish, leaving behind bare smooth skin, far smoother than a man's would be. The belly button was gone, the nipples were gone, the body hair fluttered away like a spring breeze... None it was.

"That... what WAS that?!" But already the thought was both giddy and eager. There was no male sexuality to protest anymore, and they weren't entirely sure if that was a good or bad thing. It simply was, bare crotch with the nice thigh gap, bare pecs with little definition, arms and legs that lacked the bulking of testosterone, hips that were of average width and certainly no badonk in back. Its hair seemed to flutter down to shoulder length, a cut that could go either way. And when Craig spoke, the voice was light and ethereal, like the echo of a voice once all timbre was taken out of it. There was something... mesmerizing about it, and they giggled to themselves just to hear it again.

"Sounds like they're getting into it! But we can't stop here, this is TF Casino!"

The crowd made their cheers known as TYPE flashed on the screen.

"Since we've got ourselves a nice null childe here, we'll be trying on some type shenanigans. Go on them, let's see what Craig is going to be made of!"

The chart filled up again, this time a more even spread. LIVING seemed to be the largest slice, but to Craig's relief there was no talk about being Dead. Instead, odder solutions presented themselves, offering the possibility of being PLUSH, PLASTIC, WOOD, STONE, or SLIME. Very peculiar.

"And... roll!"

The dice rolled, the needle spun, and Craig breathed a sigh of relief as it settled on LIVING. The crowd gave a few boos at this, wanting something more exotic, but the raccoon tutted them away.

"Now now, there's so much that Craig can be. Let's try some of this!"

The chart declared that BODY would be next, and Craig audibly gasped as the chart started popping up the most absurd things. BIPEDAL was just a tiny portion, while FERAL seemed to be taking the lot. What... what was a TAUR? NOODLEY seemed to have even more than Biped, which was just absurd. WINGED rounded out the list, and already it was getting butterflies. This... this whole thing was crazy. Cool, but crazy.

"And... roll!"

The dice rolled, the needle spun, and Craig's heart skipped a beat when it slowed down past Biped... onto FERAL. The crowd cheered, and it started to wonder how this would work when their hips buckled. Craig almost toppled right there, trying to hold itself up. Its feet, its legs, they didn't seem to want to work like this. Its legs were getting shorter, bendier, even as its arms pushed themselves forward and the hands outwards.

"Hey now, that's a bit..."

But what it was Craig didn't get to say, as the raccoon slid beside them and gently gave a little nudge. A push of destiny, and it fell! The ground caught it, and as they pulled themselves up it was to great shock. This felt... right. Reasonable. On all fours, but MADE for all fours. Like a dog, or some other beast, though still recognizably human. Just... a blank one, a null one, here where everyone could see. But what was there To see? The crotch was bare, there wasn't anything to hide, and as its neck shifted to let his head look straight forward without effort, it started to tentatively walk on the stage. One foot, one hand, but the hand was already like a foot itself. Four feet, for a four legged creature.

The crowd applauded, and Craig found themself blushing. This... gosh. They were... happy for it. The least it could do was be happy back, and already they found this to be easier and easier. No, more like the idea of it being hard was ridiculous in and of itself. Happiness just came naturally on all fours, when you didn't have to worry about any junk for people to see.

"Alright, alright, but we've still got some decorating to do people. Cmon, don't leave the poor childe naked!"

SPECIES came up next, and Chris had to crane their neck upwards to see the screen. Something clicked in their mind though, and they plopped back down onto their rear. Hind legs out, front legs down, this was a much easier pose for looking up, definitely. A few people had the audacity to put HUMAN in, but there was a lot of CANINE and FELINE going on. Soon the whole thing got out of control though, as a bunch of more creative people started sliding their entries in. There... there had to be more than 30 up there. GOAT? What in the world was a FEATHERDRAGON? That sounded kinky. Someone had the audacity to put not just a pony, but a BEAUTIFUL PONY. Gosh.

"Well, quite a lot to go on, and I bet this time we'll probably get a species that only One of you picked! Remember, on wide categories like this, one person from the winner's slot gets to choose the subspecies."

Craig nodded in anticipation, not entirely sure what that meant, but okay. They... they could do this.

"And... roll!"

It watched as the dice jangled about, and the needle stopped on... NOODLE DRAGON. What.

"Excellent! That's... Rasta Lacroix! Rasta, tell Craig what he's won!"

Craig looked around in the crowd, but didn't quite make out where the "BLACK and ORANGE with a BLOND MANE!" came from. They certainly FELT it though, like something had grabbed its jaw and crotch and pulled the two apart like taffy. Stretching, bending, its arms and legs flailed about even as the toes grew thicker, rounder, tiny claws on tiny paws. Craig opened their mouth, but a green tongue blepped out almost by reflex. Its hair seemed to lighten, parting out of its eyes as it felt the strange tinge move along the back of its neck... the back of its noodle, which was now quite egregiously long. 7 feet, perhaps 8, and Craig flopped onto the stage in confusion.

Out the butt escaped, out and further still, until it couldn't even be called a butt. The legs, the arms, all were on the sides of the noodle. There was a definite ribcage around the shoulders, but beyond that the scaled thing seemed to bend and twist without any care. A tuft of fluff shot out at the end, and they almost pondered reaching out to touch it before their lower vision was obscured. A muzzle, a maw, full of adorable little fangs, and ending in two long whiskers that seemed to thrum and resonate with the magic around them. Its ears twisted outwards, puffing back in a show of aerodynamics as two horns curled under them to say "No, we must be ornate and odd looking!" Truly a resplendent beast, and Craig caught themself before they managed to get tied in a knot. That... that would be bad.

"Oho! Quite a show, quite a show. Everyone give a round of applause for Craig!"

The applause was thunderous now, and Craig stared up at the raccoon as she handed it a bag of chips.

"Wha... what is this?" The voice was still ethereal and mystical, but now with a bit of echo from how Long its throat was.

"Your winnings! Any contestant still able to use them gets half the chips. Only regulation is you're not allowed to spend them on changes to your body. The audience has voted, you see, and their word is law."

"Oh! That... that's nice. It feels... normal though. As long as I don't think about it too much." "Well of course! We wouldn't want people freaking out about their new forms. Go on, enjoy! You've got a LOT of chips to play with now." "I... I will! Thank you!"

Craig started to walk off the stage, before tripping at the top of the steps and... just floating onward through the air. Oh! That... that was convenient. With a renewed smile, the noodle wiggled off deeper into the casino, determined to have a Darn Good Time.

---

You Must Be This Old To Bet

[Fox, AR, Clean]

"Welp, looks like the little lady is all out!"

"I am not little, and I am NOT out."

Princess Nakhta gave her best HARRUMPH face at the ne'er do wells surrounding the poker table. She'd come down to this strange American place for some good fun, but now the locals were being Very rude. She tussled her bright blond hair and recrossed her legs, scowling. Of course she could just Buy more chips, she had lots of money, but this place was a bit more... exotic with what you could bet. And really, she had the perfect idea.

"Dealer. How much will two years of age get me?" The bunny girl smiled, bouncing a little and running the numbers. "24,000. 24137 baseline, and then the little rounding error goes to cover the cost of transfer." "Let's do that, then."

She smiled, feeling a strange sort of lightness enter her being. Mmm... that felt good. And the clatter of chips appearing out of the air in front of her certainly sounded good too. She could be 25 again, what was a year or two anyway? Last year she got that atrocious scar from the Duke's dread cat. An abhorrent creature made of claws and fur, made to terrorize anyone that got near. She pulled her silken sleeve back just a little, and watched in awe as the tiny imperfection rippled from within, then vanished entirely. Smooth and pristine, just as it had been. This WAS a good trade, yes indeed.

The cards were dealt, and she examined her hand. Hmm... Two sevens, the suits weren't quite matching on the others... what were you supposed to do in this situation? She forgot.

No, no that couldn't be right, how could she FORGET? The princess remembered all sorts of things, she Had to as part of her duties. And this, she'd Refined her poker skills to a razor fine edge, so why... why was she coming up blank? Maybe... these two. Hand them off, get them from the dealer... nooo. If she had stuck with her sevens she would have had three now! Going for the suits cost her dearly, and... she should have known that!

Nakhta scowled once more as the chips were taken away. The irish bloke with the big moustache and the long grey tail was leering at her again. "Better find some more years to cough up, milady." "I'll show you. Two more!"

The chips filled, and she examined her hand. Yes! Yes yes, this was much better. Keep the queens, and...

"I'll pay for a penalty! Tails on everyone." "I've already got one." "Claws for him then." "A... a penalty?"

The dealer nodded, pulling out the rules for her to read, though she said them aloud anyway. "It's a bit of added risk. If you do better than the person who pays the penalty, you get some of his chips. If you do worse, you get the condition he declared." "And... how does HE win from this?" "Entertainment, milady. Some people find it enjoyable."

She scoffed. Entertainment her butt. How could she have a... a tail? The court would never hear the end of it. No, best to win here and now. She slammed down her three queens, content at last. Take that!

But then the ruffian who declared it to be a penalty round just smiled... laying down three kings. What?! How DARE you. You... person! Bad person!

Something stabbed at her butt, and she gave a little "Yipe!" So did everyone else at the table, or at least most of them. Some had done this before, and took their tails in stride, while the irishman just curled his claws in disdain. Claws made it awkward to play cards.

It... it didn't feel that bad, honestly. Long and silvery, the fur was immaculate, and it felt so GOOD. Swish left, swish right, stroke it gently wait what? Oh! The... the game... Nakhta almost absentmindedly put forth some more years of age, patting the tail gently.

"That's not enough." "Huh?" "Those years of your life, they weren't very exciting, were they? You need to spend more." "Um um um... Fine! 6 more, and be done with it!"

The lightening feeling came back, this time with a vengeance. She looked down, slightly aghast as her breasts... SHRANK. Inward, smaller, lighter and littler, her whole frame was less of a noble monarch and more of a petite princess. Bah! She... she'll show you...

"Real nice tail you got there, milady." "Stuff it! I... thank you. It's very... very odd, though." "How's about we go... full fur on the penalty." "That's very expensive, sir." "Indeed, it is. Let's see... what about cascading?" "Cascading?" "The lower someone scores, the more they change. The higher someone scores, the more they revert." The table muttered a bit, some a bit wary. One stepped out entirely, but the others leaned in. This was getting goooood.

"Cascading it is then." The dealer carted off a large amount of chips, and the atmosphere became tense. Time to see what they were made of...

Nakhta was confident. How could she not be! She was a growing young princess and... no! That... she was an adult princess, had been, she... arggg... it was all getting messed up. It was hard to even remember the... the poker lessons...

THAT's what went wrong. She realized so late, staring as five cards came her way. She... she'd only really learned how to be good at poker in the last year or two. Two years that she'd... given away right at the start... oops.

She couldn't back down now though. There was a childish petulance Demanding that she follow through. Onward, upward, and... oh come ON. This hand... was RUBBISH. Maybe the adult her might have known how to turn it into something grand, but... there wasn't even points in it at all. Just... um... keep the high ones! Trade in the other three. Gotta get something on the board, or else she'd...

Her face escaped. Pushing outwards, she gasped. What... what was this? But her cards didn't lie, she had gotten bupkis back in return. Automatically at the bottom of the pile, and as the others revealed their hands, she felt herself starting to get very... fluffy indeed. Soft and gentle, silvery fur on a vulpine muzzle, ears that stretched towards the heavens, and everything was just so... cozy. Warm and peaceful, she almost... didn't mind?

She was losing! She had to mind! But this... this wasn't so bad. She pulled out a mirror, a tiny purple thing she'd used... back in secondary school! Gah, not regal at all. But the nostalgia seemed mixed with freshness, as if she'd used this yesterday, and perhaps she had. Staring at the vixen in the mirror, she was... honestly a little impressed. She made it look good.

Better than the others, at least. The otter over there was hopping off his stool in disgust, wandering away 2 feet shorter than when he'd arrived. Harrumph. The penalty dealer had changed moderately, being in the middle of the pack, sporting those donkey ears and the overbite. Jackass, she thought, and it did seem to fit. That high roller though, the card maestro in the sweatervest at the end... no tails. No fur at all. Just... boring. Phhhhbt. Was... was she sticking out her tongue? Oh gosh.

"Gonna go again, little lady?" "Y...yes! However many it takes." "If you lose this one, you're out though." "What? Why?!" "Age limits." "Age limits... harrumph! I am a lady no matter how young I look. Deal me in."

The lightening commenced, and this time... she didn't mind. She was almost excited at the prospect, how little and tiny her booblets had gotten. She was wearing fine clothing still, but it had a slogan on the shirt declaring BEST FOX, and her skirt was playfully short. Was she 13 or 14? She forgot. Tiny arms, the fur laid so close to the skin it didn't puff them up at all, and she definitely remembered how nice it was to not have that extreme cushion in the back. Tail swishing, she picked up the hand.

Oooh! This... she could do this. Two fives, Two Aces. One pitiful seven, but even a kid knew what to do with this! Return the seven, wag wag wag wag cmon... yes! An ace came back her way, and she was smiling with glee.

"Well, someone's lost their poker face." "Who needs it? It's more FUN this way." "Haha. Glad to see you're happy. You were so... uptight at the start."

Had she been? She forgot. That certainly seemed like a thing Older Nakhta would do, and she made sure she'd grow back up correctly this time. Fun was imperative in all matters, state or otherwise. And so, grinning like a loon, she slammed her full house down upon the table.

"Well well. That's your... second win of the night?" "Out of over twenty." "Hush, plebeian. A real princess wins at the very end." "Sure they do. Guess that rules you out." "Hey!"

The chips appeared, and she made to scoop them up... but someone else got there first. She turned, swiveled on the stoooOOL! Okay, lighter than she expected, that sent her spinning. Gosh. Getting her bearings, tail reorienting, Nakhta looked up to see... oh!

It was Madam Price, the lovely skunk woman who minded the princess' affairs. Nakhta vaguely remembered being chaperoned here, of course she was. She was only 13 after all. Hadn't she been 27 when she came in? But it was nice of the casino to have a guide for her just in case.

"I didn't know you were here, Price!" "Silly Nakhta, of course I am! Not gonna let you run about on your own after all. Doing well?" "Mmm... not winning much. But I got a cool tail! Lookit!" "Haha. Wow, that is impressive. Why don't we go try it out over in the kid's section." "Aww... but you said I could bet over here!" "And you have! But I hear there's pizza over there, and you do seem a bit hungry."

Pizza! A strange foreign thing that she'd had once at the start of her excursion to the Americas, and now she could have MORE. Excellent, truly excellent! The little fox hopped off her stool, scampering about Madam Price in glee.

"Alright, alright child. Geez, you're a handful." "Nuh uh. I'm a vixen!" "And you're all the better for it."

Price waved at the dealer, and the dealer back, as she carted Nakhta away before she could do any further damage to their expense account. You did win a bit there at the end, but you spent how much? Oh child. Perhaps you'll learn some restraint when you grow older. She wouldn't bet on it, though.

---

A Transparent Future

[Squirrel, Shrinking, Glass Petrification]

Trevor wandered through the casino, pondering what to do next. The trip had been great so far, and the animal people were definitely top notch. 10/10 would floof again. That said, he wasn't too big on gambling, and while the eye candy was nice, there was something... missing about it all.

*bonk*

"Ow."

He'd walked right into something, hopefully not expensive. It was... a glass statue. Of a leopard, a leopard person. Hand outstretched, boobs in clear view, almost as if she was singing. It was... very detailed, and very lewd. Looking around, he saw that the hall had quite a few of these arranged. A male human posing boldly. A bird of some kind with her wings brought in as a shell to cover the nipples. Each one seemed artistic, if a bit raunchy and naked.

And there at the end of it all was a big, gaudy purple tent. Stars and spangles on it, FORTUNES TOLD it read. "Ha. A fortune teller tent? With... kinky taste in artwork." "But of course, my dear. Step inside, and you will see."

Trevor laughed to himself, swigged a bit of soda and set the bottle down by the naked bird statue. Here. Watch this. Not like you have anything better to do.

Pulling aside the curtain, he saw... a strange creature. A llama, perhaps? Some sort of odd poofy thing, so wound up in robes and blankets that it was hard to tell if the creature was man or woman. A large round table sat before them, with a crystal ball set upon it. And the chair on his side, slightly tilted, inviting him in.

"You're a fortune teller?" "I do dabble in such things, yes. Fate is not entirely left to chance, you see. It is our Choices that determine what happen." "And you choose the fate you like?" "I set up events so that fate is forced to play My game." "Until it doesn't." "Yes, but that's not until next year." "What... what happens next year?" "I don't know! Something bad. To tell fortune is to know that an event will happen, not the specifics." "Of course." "Trying to grasp fate too tightly causes it to squeeze out of your fingers." She mimed, and it looked a bit too much like strangling for his tastes. "But you are not here to hear about my fate. Come, sit. We have so much to discuss."

He did so, getting... nice and comfy. The chair was rather nice, though it had a weird hole in the back. Tail? Tail. This place was odd, but he supposed it had to cater to such people.

"Now why did you do that?" "Be...cause you asked me to?" "Mmm, but that's not really why you did it."

"I did it... because I wanted to?" "Yes. Choices, decisions, very important. Come, have a look."

She waved him in towards the crystal ball, and he stared. It... looked like his reflection, deep inside. Hi me. How are you? But then... it shifted somewhat. The dark skin became light grey fur, the face seemed to round and puff out, and it had the cutest little snoot. That... what was that? A squirrel? Why was she showing him... a squirrel? More importantly, how was she?

"Oh, the how isn't important." Creepy!

"The question is... do you like it?" "I... maybe? It's cute." "Take a closer look."

He stared. Deeper, the squirrel seemed to mimic his actions, his reactions, almost like looking in a mirror. It felt like it was... drawing him in, pulling on him. It felt... nice. Time ebbed, floated away, and there was a slight fuzziness to everything that just seemed to calm him down. His shirt felt so loose, and the feeling of it sliding over his fur was euphoric. His pants were coming off though, pushed out by something that was filling up his nether regions. That... he had to pull himself... away...!

"Woooof." "Haha. So easy to get lost, staring at one's true self." "True... self? My hands!"

His hands were covered in the same sort of light grey fur, and his pinky seemed to have vanished entirely. Four fingers each, the shape was new too. Like... like a squirrel. Trevor became reminded of the feeling of the pants escaping, and he looked down to see that his... tail. His bushy, fluffy tail had done the deed. Traitorous, but so lovable. And he felt... small. Light, his shirt draped around him because it did not fit on his shoulders anymore. He couldn't be more than four feet tall now.

"What... how did you do this?" "Mmm... that's not the important part." "Then what is? I'm a squirrel!" "An adorable one too. You did like looking at yourself, didn't you?"

He... he did. There was a raging stiffy going on down below that he really didn't want to show to the llama lady, and already he found himself being drawn back to the image in the ball. That... it was trying to take him again...

"Choices, my little squirrel. You can choose to leave, and be human. But you don't want that, do you?" "I... this... I want it, but..." "Then choose. Do you let yourself go? Or do you run away home?"

That... he didn't want to run away. He wanted to look, to stare at this strange squirrel person in the ball, that seemed to be him. The little ears, the wiggly nose, the tiny teeth... it was adorable really. Everything felt lighter, simpler, smoother, and he was vaguely aware of the ball pulling him inwards. There was no clothing now, but no need for it as well. Then he was not just leaning on the table, but hanging on it. Three feet now, small and fun sized, he could almost... see what the squirrel was trying to tell him...

His nose booped the crystal of the ball, stopping his approach. But as he pulled away, the crystal seemed to stretch with him, goopey and slimey. He rubbed it off his nose, onto his chest fluff. That was what chest fluff was for, right? He... oh gosh!

"I'm... you're very big." "Haha. It's not a bad thing to be small, is it?"

"No, it... ohhh..."

"Mmm... you have a bit of a situation down there, don't you?"

Trevor rolled over on the table, and his weiner rolled up to greet the llama. Hi! How are you? It was pulsing, throbbing, so excited at these wondrous changes.

"Choices, little squirrel. I don't mind what you choose, so long as you choose a path that suits you." He... he started to stroke. This felt so odd. Furred hand on squirrel dick, but he was so horny, so aroused. He started stroking his tail with the other hand, as he got to his feet. His paws? It was all so new, and the newness only reinforced his need.

Something felt odd though. Hard and smooth. He looked down again, and... the glass. The crystal, it was spreading. Not just a slime anymore, but his fur, his skin and deeper still turning into glass. This... the statues... outside. Had they all done the same thing?

"Oh yes. I told you, I set things up so fate favors my hand. You wouldn't have found this tent if you weren't eager to lose yourself." "E...eager?" "Yes. Look at you, a little squirrel boy, holding his little pecker. Soon that bit of fate will be frozen, solid, on display. And you do so want that, don't you?" "I..." He... he kinda did. Those statues, he was... becoming one of them? He started to pump again, working the shaft so deeply. He was going to be crystalline, transparent and see through, a squirrel in shape alone. And he could put on SUCH a show for everyone.

Trevor tried to pull his hand away from his tail, but... it wouldn't move. The tail around his fingers had turned to glass, and his hand was stuck in the contour. Something about this pleased him, how blatant it was that he had been in the middle of an action when it petrified. Surely people would notice, would understand that this was a person. And what if they liked that? Wanted to be another statue, to join the collection? His arousal tempting and teasing someone onward into the crystal abyss? Scandalous.

He couldn't move his legs anymore, and the glass was closing in on his dick. He... he had to finish. To get it out... yessss! The buildup, the pull, and...

His squirrel shaft spurted dramatically, used for the first and last time. But even as the spunk shot out, it remained in a solid spray from the base, turning transparent and glassy. And then the dick around it was glass too, and the hand as well. Caught in the moment of ejaculation, the perfect show for everyone. He blushed, but then he was unable to blush. Such a thing didn't really apply to him anymore.

"There we go. Bit of a mess, but I think I timed it well, don't you?"

He did! He couldn't move, didn't understand the concept of moving anymore. Moving was a thing that creatures and beings did, and he was a statue. A representation. The world swirled around him, and he popped outside next to the others. Small, comparatively, but far more lewd. The next person would have to try quite hard to top that. Haha. Hard.

The llama held a little mirror in front of him, letting him see. She'd done this before, of course, and knew that statues loved to get a real glimpse of themselves. Trevor was pleased with this. A nice pose, a perfect moment, the floofiness of his tail implied through the addition of his hand. His head was cocked just so, so that when someone came by they could pat his head gently. Maybe stroke behind the ears. He would like that.

Time seemed to float again, until he was aware of another. A man, a jock by the look of him, staring down at the squirrel with a mix of emotions. Trevor could feel them all, his crystal form absorbing and reflecting them back twofold to inspire the person to come on inside. Concern, yes, but also lust and jealousy. Envy. Did he know? Did he suspect? Somehow, Trevor supposed it didn't matter. He only hoped that this new statue was nice to look at.

---

Card Shark

[Card TF, Trait Merging, MtF, Karma, Inanimate]

Morganna was a bit shocked when the large bear lady came over to the table, and more so when they asked her to come with them. The white wolf had just been playing cards, honest! Winning a bit, but was that such a bad thing?

Shock turned to Deep Concern when she saw a certain rainbow colored gryphon lad being carted away as well. Oh! Oh dear... Frysco had just been idly wandering around the tables, peeking at people's hands and passing the info along. A simple gamble, and who would suspect the flashy one to be up to something? You're supposed to watch the quiet ones!

The bear shuffled them upstairs, and into a little back office. Quaint place, with a nice tiger skin rug. Was that out of place in somewhere like this? They didn't know, but other questions seemed more pressing. Behind the desk, or perhaps atop it, was a gangly looking coyote. Nicely shirtless, with the leather duster and the slouch hat, which he took off for the occasion.

He sighed as the door slammed behind them, shuffling a deck of cards idly to himself. "You know why you are here, yes?"

"Um..." Morganna gave her best little smile, hoping it was good. "Not really..." "And you?" "I was just walking around the casino, having a drink..."

"Yes. What concerns me is what you were doing besides that." The coyote snapped his fingers, and the little earbuds popped out of their left ears, floating over to the desk. The two blushed deeply, concern turning into extreme alarm. "The rules of the casino are rather simple. Make nice with each other, give everyone a level playing field. You aren't even forced to have fun, if you don't want to."

They stood there, silently. Semi-traumatic flashbacks to high school were flashing through their heads, like students that had been called to the principal's office. Just... just get on with it.

"Aww, but I do love giving the speech." T.F. shrugged, and pulled out a card. The queen of hearts, and he showed it to them. "Is this your card?"

"I... maybe?" "I think that's yours." "Both of you are right. It's mine, and now it is yours as well."

The two exchanged glances. Um... what? T.F. merely spun the card about between his hands, wiping the face melodramatically, and then revealing the empty rectangle where the queen(s) should go. Holding it up, he tapped it a little for effect. "Look cozy?" "Looks... blank." "Well yes. It just needs two queens to share the space."

The room shifted, or perhaps reality itself took a lurch. They felt... hot. Stifling, as if something was baking them to perfection. "Wha... what is..." Morganna gave a slight "meep!" as her clothing proceeded to melt off entirely. Ample furred breasts on an hourglass frame, her tail twitching side to side in mild arousal.

"Now wait just... just a..." Frysco couldn't... quite get the words to behave themselves. His pants had melted too, leaving the gryphon just as naked as his cohort. His shaft was bobbing to and fro, the maddening heat concentrating down there, not just in but Around as well, forcing the member to dance and tease. His wings were starting to spread, wingboner forming, and it was all he could do to keep from... from touching it. Why... why was...?

"Oh... ohhhh..." Morganna had slipped to her butt, landing on the carpeted floor softly. Her crotch was leaking, and already she was trying... trying not to touch it. But she had to, she needed to, something needed... to fix this... And the card! It kept floating gently in midair, drawing her gaze and demanding that she come closer.

"You... you can't..." "I can. Our policies are strict, and it's not as if the position won't be comfortable for you. A bit of quality time to enjoy each other's company."

Frysco had fallen now, landing with a squawk as something... jostled loose in his chest. The muscles, they seemed to be fading, concentrating into round, puffy orbs that felt... just as needy as the crotch. That... but those were... "Noooo..." "What... what are you... why is he?" "Well, the card is a Queen, and we do need two queens. Come now, don't be so far apart."

They felt the room shift again, and when the world righted itself their crotches were intertwined. They looked down with concern and need, staring at... at the penis that seemed almost to be... bending. Twisting towards her pussy, touching and teasing and finally finding its way... inside.

"Aaaahh! Ohhh... oh yes..." "But... no!"

Frysco cried out, but already his crotch bent Around the shaft, releasing it until it was just a Thing suspended between two pussies. And... one of those pussies... was his. Hers. She could feel it, pushing in and out as the two tried to adjust, tried to move.

"Hmm... very nice, a little closer I think."

The force shoved them together, and they moaned in a single voice as their legs and tails seemed to melt together, tighter and tighter until they were one being with two torsos, two pussies, one dildo between them both. Their breasts looked the same, their figure looked the same, and already the colors were merging. Morganna's grey and white coat became streaked with red, orange, and green. Her face turned blue, but not quite the same blue as Frysco's had been, as his turned slightly more grey in response.

"I..." "We..." "What is" "This?"

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

"Yes, I think that's a good pose. Up you get now, or perhaps... yes, down would be best."

They watched the card expand, sliding under them with that cold feeling of laminated cardstock on sweaty fur. And then... they sank.

"Aaahhh!" "What..." "Why does it..." "...feel so..." "Goooooddd..."

It was the oddest sensation, flattening out. They got the briefest glimpse of their butts and hips turning into ink before the spell forced their backs arched, the heads drawn back and turned to the side. Morganna's ears became feathered, Frysco's snoot became lupine, and both split the eye colors from left to right. Already their expressions were of equal bliss and humiliation, of finding themselves enjoying something that their quickly fading self-preservation said they couldn't possibly enjoy, not if they wanted to get out of this. But there was no getting out, already their abdomens were just ink on a card. A card that was quickly shrinking down along with them.

The room, it was so big! The pounding paws of a coyote above them, the final bounce of their breasts before their breasts too were just drawings on the card. Their mouths opened breathily, but then they remained still, and then there was nothing to move. The last of the snoots slid below the edge of the card, and then they were flat.

The Queen of Hearts stared outwards, unblinking, for why would a card need to blink? The arousal remained, the endless feeling of the dildo perched precariously between them. There was a feeling, of fingers on the stock and the lifting up, but it was one without vertigo or gravity. They simply Were higher up, for a card had no way to feel motion. Only to see, only to watch. A single claw tapped on Frysco's left wing, and then it spun around to Morganna's backside. Two right wings, a perfect mirror, and as he twirled the card around, it was impossible to tell which was which.

"I'll let you get acquainted with the casino's card tables, since you were so interested in them. Don't worry. It's only 3 months until you cum."

That... that sounded like a long time. But as they felt themselves shuffled back into the deck, returned to the whole, it didn't seem so bad. It was indeed cozy, and it felt nice, even if a bit... on edge. The cards were returned to their case, and the Queen of Hearts took their slumber. They hoped they got to play with some nice people. Hot people, good to look at. They would be doing a lot of looking at player's hands from now on.

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Defined By The Dice 2: Scaley Boogaloo

[Randomly Rolled TF, Mild AR, Exhibitionism]

The dice rolling stage lights came back on, and the crowd hooted. Woop woop! More! We require more shenanigans.

The raccoon lady was there as well, though she'd left the hat behind. That was okay. Raccoons did not need hats, thanks to their masks. She did have a little stick though, magician-like. She twirled it about, and pointed it at the crowd vaguely. You! Would you like to be pointed at? Well good, because you are!

"Now our next guest you might have seen around the circuit. Not at OUR lovely casino, but I hear she's trying to move that way. Give it up for CASSANDRA!"

The crowd cheered, and then louder when they saw the lady walking up the stairs. Long straight brown hair that flowed behind her, deluxe red dress, skin just that nice mixture of ambiguously brown to cause intrigue. She smiled and waved, doing a little spin. They always liked the little spin.

"So you were looking to join the TF Casino, is that right?" "Yes, that's correct. No offense to my past employers, but you do have a Lot of fun over here, isn't that right?"

The crowd approved, though one person said very crude things and got bopped on the head by a passing bunny girl.

"Now now, fellas, we haven't even gotten started yet! So, that's the stipulation for this batch, all votes will be to help our lovely lady become a bit more exotic before her interview! Any votes that fall outside the restrictions on applicants to the casino will be rejected."

Some of the inanimate crowd mumbled and wandered away, deciding to come back next hour. This just gave room for the rest though, and there was still a sizable amount.

"So let's get this started! Categories are up first, a single chip will suffice. Let's see what the audience is interested in."

Cassandra looked up at the chart, watching as various things rolled in. Gender was surprisingly muted, they liked what they saw and didn't need to change that. Species was way up there, and... Age? Limbs took a distant showing, as well as a touch of Personality. Oh dear.

"Well now, that's a good set of targets to hit. SPECIES first then, let's tell our lucky lady what she gets to wear!" Cassandra gave a gulp, staring as the pie chart filled with all manner of things. WOLF was pretty big, as was COUGAR? Sheesh, some people. Quickly though it was covered in minor ones like MACAW and SEAL and PYTHON.

"And... roll!"

The wheel spun, the dice jangled. Spinning, spinning, her hands clasped together. Please nothing... unsightly. Awkward. Here we go, it's stopping on...

"LIZARD! Well done. A fine choice, and our subspecies choice goes to... Avery Manes! Avery, what has Cassandra won?" "Um... um..." The twenty something girl in the audience seemed a bit shocked to have been picked, but... she'd give Cassandra something good. "Smooth! Slinky, very flexible and shimmering scales. Ears!" Someone in the audience shouted Horns, but the raccoon tutted. "It's Avery's turn, dears. Horns, Avery?" "Ummmm... no. We definitely need to keep that hair though, even if the color changes. It's too pretty to get rid of." "You heard the lady! One slithy tove, coming up!"

Cassandra made to ask what a Slithy Tove was, though she figured she'd find out in a few seconds. Everything became nicely warm, smooth, like she was... melting. Her butt seemed to escape a bit, wiggling and drooping further down than seemed reasonable, and it landed with a *plop* on the floor, before slinking out an extra foot. She raised her hands, and they seemed to turn a deep metallic greenish-blue, scales shimmering and reflecting the lights around her.

Her face! It pulled and pushed at the same time, drawing her jaw out and her ears back. The whole thing flowed together in a graceful curving motion, and even as her neck seemed to grow just a touch longer she felt how fluid the whole thing was. It was all she could do to keep from dancing, swirling about on stage as she let her weight carry her about. Feet swishing across the stage, bare now but somehow more armored than before. No claws, not even nails, just simple and elegant limbs flowing outwards. She bent, and twisted, and leaned for the crowd, and it all felt so easy. Like a gymnast, a contortionist, her body was made to curl and twist. Her hair flowed behind the scene, but now it was with hues of blue and purple. No dye, a natural indigo that seemed to catch the light and bring it around gently to everyone's eyes.

Her tail came around behind, as the dress seemed to curve around it, forming into Just the right shape to cradle it gently. Touches of the violet hair tufting at the tip, it was thick and warm and capable of curling an onlooker in closer, if she so wished. Were her breasts smaller? Maybe slightly, but they were still there, perhaps far more streamlined than before, roughly even in bump with the cheeks of the butt. A wonderful accent to a wonderful lizard.

The crowd stared in awe, but then the applause became polite, and then thunderous. She blushed, and gave a bow. Thank you, thank you so much. It had been a long time since they'd seen an outcome so graceful and elegant, and they were pleased with this turn of events.

"Now don't go away, we've still got a few more. Let's hear it for some AGE!"

Cassandra looked up, staring at the screen. Did they... have to roll for that? But already the bets were coming in. Some wanted a touch older, some a touch younger. Some demanded she be exactly 18 and a day, which seemed a bit... crude. A few bets came in that were rejected, she suspected from being too young. She needed to work in the casino, not grow up in it!

"Alrighty, that's a good smattering. And... roll!"

The dice rolled, the wheel spun, and eventually it landed on... 18 AND A DAY! Both Cassandra and the Raccoon scoffed at this. "Now now, casino rules state you are Not allowed to hit on the staff while they're working. Don't get fresh."

Cassandra wasn't quite paying attention, more feeling how everything was... floating down. Her chest lightened, her frame seemed to shift and wiggle. She lost an inch, or was it two? Something tweaked in her brain, a sense that she was almost on the cusp of finishing her teenage years... but not quite, not yet. There was a looseness, a sense of casual flair that had been lost over the last decade of waitressing and tending bars at the lesser casinos. The lizard spun again, and this time it was with a youthful grace. Goodness, it was hard to imagine having missed That Much. But missed it she had, and the giggle she gave was quite genuine.

"You've seen her dance on two legs, but what about four? Perhaps a slinky snakey samba is in order? Let's vote on the LEGS!"

Her face shot to attention, ears waggling behind her as she did. Oh dear. That... oh! The crowd seemed to like her staying as she was, perhaps she had made a good impression? There were a few in the taurs, some in the snakes, and one person who voted on LEGS FOR DAYS. Gosh.

"And... roll!"

The dice rolled, the wheel spun, and the needle careened around towards... BIPED! Cassandra sighed with relief, and a few in the crowd muttered their disapproval. The raccoon lady patted her on the back though, and she felt the camaraderie. "Now now, not everything has to change. Why get rid of something that's working so well?" Cassandra gave another twirl, and the crowd nodded in agreement.

"But we're not done here. Let's get some PERSONALITY going!"

This got a jump out of the lizard, and a few laughed inappropriately. She stared, deeply concerned, watching the entries come in. FLIRTATIOUS, gosh. KIND, that seemed nice. ATTENTIVE, ooh. It filled up rapidly, and already the raccoon lady was getting the needle spinning. Wait wait I wanted... to read those...

"Looks like we have... PASSIONATE. OUTGOING. Aaaaandddd... SERENE!"

Her mind wiggled, and everything seemed to... make sense. Yes, yesss... she loved what she did, that vigor and zest when she first moved here. She wanted to get out, to see the casino to BE the casino. But she'd do it in style, calmly and elegantly without fear or anxiety. All the worries seemed to float away, as if they had never been there at all. She waved at the crowd, showing her approval of these new picks.

"Let's give it up for CASSANDRA! The lovely lizard of the casino floor, who we hope to be working with very soon!"

The crowd roared in applause, as pictures were taken and people rushed the stage. The raccoon whapped some of them with her stick, pushing them away. No touchy! The lizard is to be looked at, conversed with, treated respectfully. Inside, she smiled as deeply as outside. This had gone far better than she'd hoped, and now... it was time to start a new life. Still her, but refined and renewed, all for the better.

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You Bet Your Tail

[Twinning, Karmic TF, Selfcest]

"Enter freely, and of your own will!" "Go buck yourself. What do YOU want?"

Lorianna smiled from her bed, the pink-furred echidna having a good little chuckle at Azalea's face. She was dressed scandalously, as was her purview. The powerful executive of a large company, she'd long since decided that the best use for magic was to go into business and make All the money.

Alas, Azalea disagreed. The rabbit was a powerful sorceress, dressed in an absurd number of layers that made sure to cover up any indecencies while still leaving much to the imagination. The two had butted heads quite a lot, their need for dominance mixed with differing attitudes about What that dominance should be ensuring that they were the most bitter of rivals. And now Lori was inviting Azalea up to her room at the casino. This would not be a peaceful conversation.

"Come now dear, I merely wish to inform you that I have a solution to our competitions." "You finally found a dumpster to live in. Congratulations! I knew you had it in you." "Ha. No no, nothing like that. One last contest."

"Last. You know the rules of the casino as well as I do. It won't be a last." "Mmm, but it will be quite instructive."

The echidna shuffled some cards, making sure to do so through the air with great drama. Spin and spiral, flutter about, and then come together for one last bout.

"A simple game, some poker. First one to five." "And the bets?" "Each hand one of us loses? Turns us more into the other person." "How garish." "Not just a copy. A lesser copy, eager to please and be pleased. Come now, you have said you'd love to make out with yourself." "And since it's T.F.'s casino, there's no way to cheat." "Exactly. Luck, fate, providence and skill." "Very well then. I'll look forward to wiping that face off your face."

They sat stiffly, not allowing the seething rage for each other to billow forth. There was no need, not when the weapon of their victory was right here at hand, as a hand of cards.

"You're looking tense dear. Try to liven up." "Ha. I'll only liven up when you're gone. Three tens." "Full house."

Azalea gaped, though before she could regain composure the telltale signs of magic fluttered through her. There was... PINK. In her fur, in her everything. Little streaks here and there, and her breasts had grown just that little bit. Awkwardly so, and she huffed. She hated the massive mounds that Lori had, far too showy and obscene. Her feet thumped on the floor, though it was with slightly less lapine reflex than before.

"I'll show you." "Good. I prefer the challenge." "Two queens." "Alas, I have nothing. A round to you."

Azalea grinned as the echidna's hair began to poof and curl outwards, streaks of blue marring the pure pink. She could see the faintest touch of ears within that hair now, and soon she'd make sure they were as long as could be. Perhaps even tie them in a little knot or a bow.

"You're fantasizing. Shouldn't you be concentrating?" "Shut it, tramp. Why not just admit defeat?" "Because it's so early. Only a loser demands immediate surrender." "Well try me. Two eights, two jacks." "Three Aces. You lose."

Lori was the one to smile this time, watching as Azalea grimaced. Her breasts were large now, too large, and the dress was starting to strain. She didn't want to look behind her, but she could FEEL it. Her tail, her pride, it was so thin and scrawny and ropelike. A pathetic little wiggler, not fluffy at all. How dare you.

Something seemed to echo in her mind when she said this. It was... strange. Like the voice of her hated rival, or was it her own? She shook her head, trying to clear it, but there it was again. Like she was thinking in the echidna's voice. Like it made sense to think that way. This... this couldn't be. She'd win, just you watch!

But the cards weren't there. She had to lay down bupkis as Lorianna dropped a meager two fives. The echidna grinned, this time maliciously.

"Well now. Three to one in my favor, and with such a pathetic hand. You're really not doing well, are you." "Shut it! I... I can do this..."

Her mind asked why though. Why not? Didn't it feel good? To be busomy and rounded, to have ears that were so much shorter, to have a luscious pink coat. She could stare across the bed at the echidna she was going to be, and look into the face of her mistress... It was such a nice view, and when her eyes forced themselves back to the cards, it was with a sense of vertigo and malaise. She... she wanted to... but she couldn't. Not now, not... please.

"Looking a bit shy there. Submissive." "I... refuse!" "Hmm... keep telling yourself that. Soon you won't even believe it."

Azalea grimaced, but it was with a deep growing arousal. Her will said no, but her pussy said yes, yes absolutely. Let it be fucked, let it be reamed by her greater self, let it

STOP.

She huffed. Puffed. She... she could do this.

"Flush." "Wow, pulling out all the stops. Three tens."

Lorianna did not show weakness, but even still she was starting to feel strange. Not in a bad way, necessarily. Her tail felt SO fluffy, her breasts were lighter and everything more dainty. Was that so bad? It was a casual sort of sexy, even as her outfit fell off the smaller frame and left nothing to the imagination. Haha. Strip poker.

And would it be so bad? It was hard to see a rabbit in the form across from her, but... she could appreciate it now. That alluring appeal, that passionate sexiness that screamed to be reamed. She would lick her mistress clean, and perhaps have a taste at the milk bar. What was she doing? She forgot.

"Two... two kings." "Three fours. Get wrecked."

Lori giggled. Get wrecked. Something that she, the echidna would never say, but as long as she was roleplaying, she'd take the parlance of her rival.

Azalea wailed, dress ripping down the front as massive breasts forced their way out. Those tears... they looked more like pain than humiliation. Clothes weren't meant to rip like that. Ouch.

"There there. I'll make it all better after the next hand." "F... fuck you." "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "...yes."

"Haha. She admits it! Or is it that I admit it?" "I'm... not you... not yet." "But you'd like that. You want it. Already you're wondering if you should just lose on purpose."

Azalea quivered and shook, even as her crotch leaked. She was solid pink now, an echidna in all but mind. And even that mind it... it betrayed her. Spoke sweet nothings, cast her imagination towards what she'd be doing in a few seconds. She brushed her stomach, a black clover tattoo that seemed so... out of place on such a figure. The binding for her magic, her power, and already it felt... so loose. Like it wanted to go to its true master. And as it wiggled, wobbled, vibrated so intensely... she almost wished it would. But she couldn't. She... she had to...

"Mmmpphhhh!"

Lorianna had crossed the bed, kissed her! Deep, a tight embrace she... she fell into it. Something about it made sense, made... so much sense. This was her, her role and... all she had to do was... to ask for it.

"Say it." "I... I can't..." "The rabbit can't. But the echidna can. And she so wants to." "I..."

Azalea quivered, trembled. She looked down at her hand, two aces. Was it... even enough? She couldn't bear keeping this going, she had to... she needed that release.

"I... fold."

Something twisted, changed in her mind. Memories, hopes, dreams, all rotated and aligned towards her mistress. The black clover vanished, appearing on the true Lorianna even as she reveled in the sensations of her self returning.

"Yessss... there you go. Was that so hard?" "It... it was mistress. I wanted to fight you so bad." "But you're safe now, with me. As me." "Yes. I feel better already."

They cast off their garments, and Lorianna pushed Lorilea to the ground, kneeling. The lesser looked up, fawning at the sight of her mistress. She looked... so beautiful. So wonderful. And from the look of it, so needy. Perhaps even as needy as she was, but... they both knew how to help.

"Go fuck yourself." "Go fuck ourselves."

The bed bounced, loudly enough that it could be heard from outside. One was atop, and one underneath, but both would be eating out tonight. Mmm... delicious victory.

---

Getting In Her Pants

[Pussy TF, Upside Down TF, MtF, Merging]

Zane wandered towards his room at the casino, not entirely sure what to think. He'd been at the bar after a few games, and one of the bunny girls had suggested a drink. A pink thing, in a little bottle labeled Upside Down. He'd sniffed it vaguely, and it smelled like sugared strawberries, but the bunny girl insisted. He HAD to take it in his room, and it worked better in private. A strange request, but sure.

He was kinda hoping to talk to the bunny girl a bit more, but then again they were on the clock. And what would they want to talk with him about? They'd seen their share of men like him. Mid twenties, slightly chubby, maybe a little tall. Long dark-blond hair and the face that looked a little boyish. He didn't have anything to stand out with, or at least that's what he told himself. The bunnies certainly stood out and he... kinda envied that.

Then again, here he was, alone in a casino hotel room, with nothing but a concerningly pink potion for company. This wasn't pepto bismol, was it? It was a little too sparkly and see through for that, but the comparison came to mind. Still, nothing for it, and he chugged.

Mmm. Not bad.

It felt nice going down, smooth and creamy, not at all like the whiskey from before. He felt warm though, a bit wobbly, and it was alright to lie down for a little, right? Pants off, shirt could stay on. Just... splat for a bit. Mmm... that felt better.

It was strange though, he felt... Really horny. Like... wow. Maybe that was the point? Kinda lame if he didn't have a girl to share it with, but... his dick was just BAM. Straight to the sky, and he almost felt like... like it was growing. Was it?

Zane made to sit up but... something wasn't connecting. The arms, the legs, it was all so loose and floppy. His fingers didn't feel like fingers anymore, and when he tried to speak there was just a gentle moan of pleasure. A... very girly moan, not at all like his voice. He liked it though, and did it again just to listen. The things people focus on when getting high are strange and innumerable, though they make sense to their owners.

The dick... it kept growing though. Bigger and bigger, and he felt small by comparison. Perhaps... too small. He tried to look, lifted his legs... but his legs were curling up, bending back into his crotch without his permission. Hey... stop that. But when they touched the balls, his body arched with delight and the moans came again. Oh! That... that was awesome. His shirt seemed too big for him now, and he felt like... like he was being... sucked through it.

No, he WAS being sucked through. Pulled downwards by his crotch, his shaft that seemed to be far more in control than he was. He tried to move, but all the motion gathered in his mouth. Left arm became left lip, why did he have a left lip again? Abs became something deeper inside, much more primal and suggestive, and it felt like an orgasm in his head. But that wasn't right wasn't... he wasn't some dick for pleasure. Though... the thought teased.

He came out the other side of the shirt now, and marveled. His... his arms were just little stubs, flapping about, but quickly they pulled inwards and tied to his torso. His... fleshy, formless torso. He could gaze at the mirror opposite the bed, and the sight was... bizarre. His face... it wasn't a face, it was soft and smooth with a long vertical opening. He spoke, but a wet warm sticky juice came out. The taste, he'd tasted it before, it almost tasted...

Like a girl.

She tried to move again, but this just made her insides all a quiver. And the shaft, the thing that was supposed to be under her control, it was large. The balls had become legs, the top was growing arms, and the beginnings of a face were forming. She stared in the mirror, watching helplessly as she was dragged closer and closer inwards. Was that... why was the person pink? But the thoughts seemed to fill her, of a girl with fur, with long pink hair and green eyes, with small breasts that seemed like mountains to Zane's tiny form. And a lovely, plump, tender pussy that just begged to be played with. Did she beg to be played with? She certainly felt like it. Perhaps that was good enough.

The form rose off the bed, standing up, and Zane was flopped about between her legs. But it was still retracting, still pulling. Even staring down at the carpet, she felt so... so small, these huge legs that should be on a tiny girl. But she was just a pussy, smoothing and squishing down into Just the right shape.

Sylvia stretched, her tail starting to wag gently. Little tendrils of white fur, like ribbons on a bow, stretched forth and swayed about, feeling the air. Her ears swished to and fro, but already there was no one else in the room with her. She flopped back on the bed, giggling to herself. It was alright, of course no one was there. It was just her and her pussy.

Pussy quivered again, feeling how smooth and feminine and NEEDY she was. But then a furred finger came down. And then another, rubbing atop her. It... it felt so good. She'd wanted to get in a girl's pants, and this was as close as you could get. Varying darkness and light as the fingers brushed over her, and then INSIDE. She gasped, but only liquid came out. Squeezing, squishing heavily, the gentle stroking was just... she forgot.

It was much later when she remembered. She'd managed to get so much of the good slime out, all over her person's hands. Quite a mess, but Sylvia needed to clean up and see more of the casino! She found her shirt on the bed under her, when had that gotten there? And the clothes on the floor, but they had already shaped themselves to fit. Pussy quivered a little again, almost in a daze, as the pink silk slid over her opening. Mmm... that... it felt so nice. So good to be wrapped up and protected like that. And then a denim beneath it, the tiniest of pants, more like an underwear made of jeans than anything else. But it pulled tight, so tight, and for this she was thankful. She knew she was loved, and protected, and that soon everyone would see her shape inside the clothing. Perhaps if they were really lucky, they'd get to see inside. But no one could be more in Sylvia's pants than the Pussy. It was their little secret, and the sylveon giggled to herself. Maybe, just maybe... she could ask the nice bunny girl at the bar for another potion or two. There was an appeal to having small breasts, but surely one or two fine gentlemen wouldn't mind becoming them? Maybe a third for the tail, to round out the set.

Such naughty thoughts! Clearly the casino was getting to her. Ah well. She'd have to see what the people down there were like first. Come along, Pussy. Let's go meet your new friends.

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So That's Why the Ice Sculptures Don't Melt

[Dinosaur, Snowbeast, Animate Inanimate, Chocolate Bunny]

Kyrio wandered through the buffet, seeking sustenance. That... that looked weird. This one's supposedly a salad, but probably one for aliens. Maybe... hmm. That's jiggling. You know what? Let's just get some dessert. Casinos were all about being a good, rational adult after all, and the most important part of that is dessert before dinner.

The lad wandered over, admiring a fine statue of a lizard lady made of ice entirely. Too many boobs though. It could do with some balancing out. Perhaps something... oooh!

Art was distracted by smell, as he smelled the beginnings of wonder. A bit of brownie... mmmph. Bit sweet. Much too sweet. What... what is THIS? Ice cream, but with the strawberry part shaped like a dinosaur. Rawr!

"Ooh, I see you noticed. Yes, that's one of our new ones. Ice Age Ice Cream." "Didn't the dinosaurs die from that?" "It's flavor to die for, yes, but I'm sure you'll manage."

The waitress wandered off, carrying drinks to unsuspecting fools. Very well then! Ice Age Ice Cream it is. He scooped one... maybe two. With the gummy bears on top, yes good. Spoon... where is the... why do they keep the spoons all the way over there? Bah. Stomp stomp stomp SPOON. Devour.

It... mmmmm... that's much better. Sinful sugar with a hint of milk. Something felt cold on the inside, but it was a good cold. A firm cold. His brain chilled, and for a second time lost all meaning. What was thought? He brain. Ow. But then pain itself had no meaning, and the world reoriented itself.

"Odd. But not bad."

He ate another bite, and noticed... his hand. The nails were starting to turn white, frosty, almost like snow. He poked, but this only spread it to the other hand. Peculiar. Not... not bad though. It was wrapping around his fingers, like gentle mittens of frost, quickly turning into claws. Three claws, the fingers forming into sets of two, and then merging together into actually two. He bent, and wiggled, and the thing seemed to move despite the snowy texture. The snowy substance as well. It didn't feel cold... in fact he wasn't sure he felt temperature at all. Bizarre, strange... but he wanted more.

Kyrio stomped back over to the ice cream section. Two scoops. Four. Guzzle them, guzzle! His mouth stretched to reach the deliciousness sooner, teeth forming into candy corns that chomped and snatched. He felt blissful, a bit delirious, and already his clothing was starting to turn into little snowflakes. Just... flaking away, fluttering down to the floor.

"Sir, please refrain from changing in the buffet area."

It was one of the cooks, a hairless seal person, wearing his seal skin like a hoodie. He had the silly hat, and was already walking away. Well I never. Kyrio harrumphed, and went back to eating. Sometimes people just had to change, and this was a normal part of life, especially here. The chef should know better. Perhaps he should change too.

His tail was thumping about, held in place by bones of ice and tendons of jello. When had he grown that? Did it really matter? He swished it about, and it pleased him so. He stood so low to the ground, like crouching, but it seemed natural. His arms out to the side, his legs likewise, but these had Massive talons of ice that clutched the floor in its grip. Tap the carpet with the big sickle one, yessss... good.

"Wow... a dinosaur!"

There was a little kid, maybe ten years old? He stared up at Kyrio like dreams had come true. Kyrio bent down, making to speak, but it came out as a gentle, loving RAWR. Soft and little, for a soft and little admirer.

The child took this as an invitation, hopping up on his back. Ack! No, stahp! Not until second date! But already he was being ridden around, steered towards the brownies once more. Fetch, my steed!

Kyrio grabbed a brownie, but... raptor arms were not good at handing Up. He had to toss, but the kid caught it. Well done! Munch crunch crunch. He was aiding and abetting the corruption of the youth, and this pleased him so. A snowbeast, wandering around wherever he pleased. Thick powerful predatorious posture, his gelatinous eyes gleamed with possibility. Shaking the last of his hair off as little snowflakes(dandruff?), he made to find new ways to raise Cain.

"You heard the chef. No changing in the buffet area." "Rawr?" "Sorry. You're going to need to sit with the other statue."

The bunny girl was back, booping him on the nose. But this... everything seemed to turn solid. His nose wouldn't move! Transparent, see through, ice just like the statue behind him. He made to give his best RAWR of disapproval, but already it was... hard to... stop rawring. Locked into a nice pose. His ice cream clattered to the ground, and then he was still.

"Off you get. You don't need to be changing either." "Aww, but it's fun!"

The kid hopped off, already a rabbit made of chocolate entirely. He looked adorable, twice as much as before, and Kyrio wondered if he could nibble a bit off the ears. But motion wasn't on the menu, and he found himself floating back to sit beside the other statue. Harrumph. Fine, be that way. Some people just don't appreciate dinosaurs.

People wandered by, admiring the fine artwork. Some touched, others stroked, a few took pictures. One scandalous lad ran his hand all the way down under Kyrio's crotch... but there wasn't anything there to play with. Just smooth, cold ice, waiting for its chance to thaw and be free once more. The man wandered away from the statue, pleased with his fondling, but he didn't seem to notice that his hand was starting to grow little claws of snow...

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Exclusive Club

[Fennec, Rubber Vaporeon, Null, Feral, Submission]

The light jazz was swinging as Tommy and Simon made their way into the very back of the casino. This was it! This was the moment. Back here was the EXCLUSIVE CLUB, where all the cool kids hung out. The people who were rich beyond rich, connected beyond connections, and could make magic happen just by telling others to do so.

Tommy was very pleased with himself! He'd managed to get invited, after showing his chops on the floor and making a good scene about how plebeian the front of the establishment was. Now things would really get juicy. Meet some fine ass damsels. Wine and dine his way to the top. Socialite things. Having worked in the lower rungs of management these past few years, he'd been hoping to get Somewhere before middle age.

Simon was very pleased with himself! He knew Tommy would be a good mark, but his patience had paid off. Now he was invited back to the very back, and there would be So Much to steal. Rich people letting their guard down, truly fabulous. He slicked back his blond hair and acted like he belonged, which he didn't.

"Welcome welcome, I see you found us. Come on in. There's no need for masks here."

The timber wolf at the entrance grinned, fangs and all, as he waved the two back into the private lounge. Many were back here, all of them quite beautiful. There was only the one human, and Tommy thought he recognized her as a supermodel? Very exquisite. The rest were all manner of exotic, with rainbow birds and shimmering snakes and what looked to be a small dragon in the back. Gosh.

"Glad we could make it." "Nice place you've got here." "Yes yes. I'm sure you'll find yourself at home."

There was a way he said it that didn't quite seem right, but neither of them cared. The atmosphere was loose, full of sweet smelling fumes that seemed to addle the mind and dull the senses. Time slipped and flowed, as if this place wasn't entirely real. Perhaps it wasn't. Strange things happened in the casino, and these folk could afford the strangest of them all.

"Not meaning to be rude, but are you... um... naked?"

The wolf gave a sideways grin, before spinning around. "Indeed. We have nothing to hide here." "You have... nothing to show."

"Is that what it looks like? Haha."

They looked at each other, a bit perplexed. The wolf indeed had... nothing going on down below. A cartoonishly smooth crotch, a tuft of fur that couldn't possibly be hiding anything. The reason for his lack of clothing was clear, what need would he have of it? He didn't need to carry anything, nor cover up. Something about that simplicity tickled the mind, and they found themselves following almost out of instinct.

"But you! You are the two of the hour. And so I wonder... what is it that you will give up?" "Um... beg your pardon?" "We all make sacrifices in life, my boy. Out there, in the real world, sacrifice is painful. It is loss, an emptiness that cannot be filled. But here, it is sweet release." "I... don't quite follow." "Apologies. I like to wax poetic. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"

The wolf clapped his hands twice, and the lights went down low. Two spotlights shone on the human guests, and they shielded their eyes as the glare slowly became manageable.

"Which of you would like to join the festivities first?" "Simon." "What? Hey..."

"Simon, my boy. Don't be shy." "Al...alright." He felt it would be wrong to refuse, and he still had much to do here. The wolf carted him around to a little cabaret stage, up the single step so that all could see.

"Simon here! Wishes to join our Exclusive Club."

Those present cheered their approval, and he blushed. There was a sort of giddiness mixed with stage fright that came with being honored. He hadn't felt that in a long time, and... it wasn't bad.

"It is good for Simon, that we traffic in forgiveness." "Forgive, forget, and drink well!" "For as some of you have seen, Simon did not truly wish to stay in our company." "Vagrancy!" "No, he wished to touch the loins of the rich, partake of their wine, and escape into the night. Isn't that right?"

Simon gulped, shaking his head. What... how could they have...? "Come now Simon. There is no need for masks. We are a forgiving lot, and all we ask is that you spend your time with us in peace. Perhaps a down payment is in order."

The wolf waved his hand in front of Simon's waist, and he watched in deep horror as the belt unclasped and the whole arrangement fell down to his ankles. A few in the crowd laughed, but some cheered, and one vixen in the back yelled "Wooo! Take it off!" "You see, you too have something to offer us! And we wouldn't want you wasting this fine treasure, when the collective can use it to much greater effect."

Simon recoiled slightly, but then froze in place as the wolf grasped his cock. It throbbed, pulsing happily, but something about it felt... strange. Like it was the most aroused it had ever been in his life, and yet he was not. Like it was sucking all the arousal into itself, and then gently... sliding... off.

"Aaaahhh!" "Oh yes! Have a good look, Simon. It's yours!"

The wolf waved the still throbbing cock around in the air, while Simon patted down his crotch in a frenzy. It still felt sensitive, but only in the manner that a fingertip is sensitive. No buildup of pleasure, nothing to build up with. Just smooth, pristine, and empty.

"Well done. Cheers for Simon!" The crowd cheered, and something twisted in his mind. Why were they... happy? Happy FOR him? That he had done a good thing, done something right. He wanted it back, but did that mean that want was... wrong?

"Give that back to him, it's not yours!"

Tommy had interposed himself, but the wolf merely patted him on the head with the fleshy member. "My, someone's eager. Tommy, everyone. Wishes to join our Exclusive Club!"

He blushed, not... entirely sure he still wanted to. But something in the back of his mind tickled, told him it would be alright. The wolf had said he wanted to, so of course he still did.

"Tommy came here for all the right reasons. But does he even know what those are?" The crowd cheered, and Simon backed away. This... he wasn't sure what was going on. But somehow the two of them felt... attached to this place. Like leaving would be a betrayal of trust. Like it would be bad, and wrong, and they would feel all the guilt.

"Tommy, my boy. Do you know what the best thing a person can aspire to is?" "...greatness?" "Ha! Listen to this clown." They jeered and hooted. Wrong answer!

"So... not greatness?" "Of course not. The best thing a person can aspire to... is to submit!" "S...submit?" "Yes! That's why you are here, that's what you have been hoping for all along." It made sense, but why did it make sense? Already the wolf had pulled off his clothing, leaving him stark naked in front of the crowd. Only Simon seemed to be concerned, but maybe that was a personal problem? Everyone else wasn't concerned, so why should Tommy be?

"So then, Tommy. I see you've got quite the situation going on." "Y...yes." "Very nice, I like the shape. But you know? What is it best used for?" "To-"

His mind blanked. He... he didn't remember. No, more than that, it was like he WAS remembering. It was an offering. Pleasure that could be granted, given to one who was better than him. It made so much sense, and he could just... say it.

"To give away." "Tommy!" "Aha! Yes, isn't that right. Tell me, who in here should have that dick of yours?" "I... there's so many..." "Right you are. It's so hard to choose for yourself, isn't it? Would you like me to choose?" "Yes! Yes, that... that would help. Why would that help?" "He doesn't know!" The crowd hooted again, but the wolf waved for silence. "So I'll tell him. The answer is... no one!"

Tommy watched, mesmerized, as his dick proceeded to shrink. Smaller, tinier, little and pitiful. He poked it gently, but it felt... incorrect. Not as good as a blank, null crotch, something that he'd seen on the wolf, that he wanted so badly... and then it was his. Smooth, empty, and he rubbed it happily. "Th... thank you sir!" "Sir, haha. We'll get to that. Now SIMON!"

Simon was at the door, almost having escaped, but then his whole body froze. Locked. Unable to move, even with what he needed right here!

"Simon, Simon, what are we going to do with you?" "Let... let me go..." "Yes! That's what we're going to do."

He almost couldn't believe it. That... thank you! But then something twisted. Changed deep inside, and he felt so hot. He wasn't wearing anything, so why... why was... it so hot? "Ahh, you've let yourself go. Look at all that fur."

Simon gave a yelp, but it was almost a yiff of surprise. He was... leaking fur, everywhere! Black fur, orange fur, loose and shaggy and oh so sensual. It weighed him down, and he fell to the ground. Something pushed out his spine, but it was his spine, wiggling and waggling so happy to be free.

"Yes, couldn't quite keep yourself human, could you? That's alright. We like it when people let go." "That... that's not..." "What you meant? But it's what you wanted."

He... he couldn't want that! Want a thick, bushy tail to hug and cuddle with tender little paws that had soft beans on them. He couldn't want ginormous ears that waggled to and fro, he couldn't want a long muzzle that could yip and bark and yiff and all manner of adorable fox noises he couldn't! But he did so anyway.

"There we go, well done. Tell me Simon, what's a good name for a fox?" "I... don't know." "Then I guess we'll figure that one out later. This one's no good. It's got human all over it."

The crowd cried out their "ewww"s and "ick"s, and he felt something being pulled out of his muzzle. A word, SIMON, but the more he looked the less it made sense. 5||V|0|V. Whatever that was.

"Come, tell us what you'd like to be called." "Arf!"

He... he said it, but it didn't quite come out right. Maybe if he tried again. "Arf! Arrrr? YIPE!"

"Now now, there's no need to swear. Come here, little Simon. We'll make sure we wash all that nasty human mess off of you."

Simon was picked up! Carried away by a massive beast! But it was only the wolf, and he the fennec was so small. So puny and little, without even a crotch to call his own. The nice vixen took him, pulled up a wash cloth and started to polish. It... mmmm... his tail began to wag far more peacefully, his fur cleaned to a mirror shine, and all those strange thoughts about escape and stealing and money and clothing just... drained away. He was so happy now, a good little pet. Was he a pet? He forgot.

Tommy stared at the fox, blushing madly. That... you just...

"Oh don't worry. We didn't forget about you." "Meep!" "Ahaha. Now now, it's alright to be jealous. You can feel it, can't you? That yearning desire. He's submitted totally and utterly to being a plaything. Pampered, stroked, petted, subjugated by the will of his owner."

"Mmmmph..." His crotch couldn't make with the stiffy, but if it could it would have gone into orbit.

"Yesss... it's so nice when we have someone... willing. Someone who knows what's best for them, who Asks for it." "Please..." "Go on. We're all ears." "Please h...help me submit. I want... I want to be a... a pet."

It was so easy to say it, or perhaps so soft to say anything else. His mind swam, and already the room swirled. But his master was here, with all of his masters, and they would make it better. The wolf knelt down beside him, patted his head, and everything seemed to melt.

"That's right... just like a nice glass of water, spilling out and rolling downhill. You can feel it, how everything becomes smooth and shiny and sensual."

It... it did. His skin was turning a light teal, and that pleasure that he normally associated with genitals came back in a rush. There was still no build up, still no release, but even the slightest stroking caused his mind and flesh to quiver. The back of his crotch escaped, waggling and wiggling about, and it was all he could do to keep from shrinking on the spot. Was he shrinking? If master wanted it, he would gladly do so.

"Yes, you do want it, don't you? Go on. What do you want?"

He... he wanted to be smooth. Shiny. Bound in every way imaginable. Unable to act on his own, unable to will on his own. Just a toy, for others enjoyment, so that he could enjoy vicariously. Already his mind was floating backwards, to days of childhood, playing with little toys. The color, it almost reminded him of a Pokemon. If he was to be water, then a watery fox he would be.

"A vaporeon! It has been so long since I've played that. Well, we did say we needed someone to make with the waterworks, yes?" The crowd cheered, pleased at their new drink machine, even if it came in shiny rubber with pent up pleasure and a need to serve.

Already Vaporeon felt so right. Rubber without, and rubber within. He fell over with a squeak, and his mouth was nothing but a painted on smile. Now he could smile without having to put forth effort, saving that energy for his masters and mistresses. The nice black and orange fennec was set down near him, and the two cuddled gently. Mmm... so nice. Just the right size. They were friends before, and friends now, even though they had gotten rid of those pesky wills.

"You know, one day we'll need to find actual socialites to join the club." "Yes, but the ruffians are so much more fun. Look at them! They're adorable."

The club agreed, and the two basked in the admiration. They were everything that was expected of them, and that was all they needed to be.

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Defined By The Dice 3: This Time It's Fursonal

[Randomly Rolled TF, MtF, Inanimate, Exhibitionism]

The stage was alight once more, and the crowd gathered in anticipation. Get on with it, they crowed! A few pondered actually causing some crows, but perhaps they should try a raven? Yes, ravens were more festive.

The raccoon lady, for her part, wasn't quite so hung up on it all. She loved to see the myriad changes, and getting fixated on any one would just spoil the mix. Thus it was a calm and joyous mood that brought a 20 something human onto the stage.

"Hello ladies, gentleman, and everything inbetween. Another hour has passed, so let's not keep you waiting! Say hello to Airar!" The crowd cheered, though they weren't quite sure how to pronounce that. Ah well. Names could be changed like anything else.

"Airar, sweetie, what brings you up here today? You look so tense." "Well, um..." He mopped a bit of curly hair out of his eyes, taking in the... staggering amount of people. Oh gosh um... "Well..." "Don't worry, we've got your back!" "I, uh... I kinda came here to try and, uh... get better with crowds. It's always a bit overwhelming and I... I wanted to change, you know?" "CHANGE! CHANGE!" "Now now, be nice! Well, Airar you've come to the right place. Change is what's on the menu, and I think we can start with a little something for that shyness, can't we?"

The screen flashed PERSONALITY in bright bold letters, and he gave a little jump. They... were they serious? But quickly all sorts of things were coming in. SHAMELESS. FLIRTATIOUS. EASYGOING. PARTY HARDY. LAVISCIOUS. Goodness.

"Are those... for me?" "Yes! People bet, and then we get to... roll!"

The dice jangled, the needle spun, and Airar fretted. Oh gosh, oh goodness, that... He couldn't. But he already had, and the needle bopped SHAMELESS right off the bat, before stopping again on SENSUAL.

Something popped in his mind, like the first kernels of popcorn. It... it made sense. At long last, it made sense. He was here to have fun, wasn't he? All the hangups, everything that screamed to stay back and hide... they melted away under the roaring approval of the crowd. He started to smirk, and then to smile. His pants filled with a powerful boner, and he rubbed it gently in full view of everyone. They cheered again, and he soaked it all in. This... they wanted him to show, to be forthcoming. He'd just have to give them quite a show indeed.

"Well now, how are you feeling?" "Good! I... I feel good. Why do I feel so good?" "Because you're in the groove! It's time to party, Airar!" "Wooooo!" "Yeah! Once more for those in the back!" "WOOOOOO!!" "Alrighty. Well, we can't stay here. This is Airar country, and we need to fix that. Let's try a bit of GENDER!"

The bets came in, and he watched in fascination at the choices arranged. Quite a few males, but female was definitely taking the lead. Some both, some none. The wheel spun, the dice rolled, and his eyes were transfixed. Slowly, coming to a stop on... FEMALE.

"That... I'm going to be a... girl?" "Seeing is believing!"

Airar gasped as his firm muscles started to smooth and streamline. Body hair fluttered away, and pectorals gave way to the first bumps of spring. They pushed, more and more, outward further. His shirt was turning a soft purple, quickly retreating upwards to reveal a wonderfully curved torso. The pants were shrinking as well, conforming to a butt that rounded and bounced. She quivered, the feeling of a dick that was being held so tightly by the fabric, but shrinking in response to make sure there was enough room. It kept on pulling, smoothing, squishing, and then there was nothing at all.

"Oh... oh wow..." But it kept pulling. Tighter, a bit of cameltoe showing. She moaned and blushed, and her boobs bounced as she leaned forward. Aria gave a little wave, kicking off her shoes and feeling herself in front of the crowd. Yes, good! Give us a show! Her hair curled about, already shoulder length but growing a bit longer still. Cradle the face, let its softness be wrapped in floof. She giggled, and it was with a voice that was hers, and hers alone.

"Thanks! That... that feels amazing." "Well don't go too far, little lady. We've got some SPECIES to work on!"

The bets were coming in fast. The usual dogs and cats, but when SATYR popped on the board, a flurry of entries followed, quickly bringing it into third place. Were they seeing something she couldn't? Regardless, a few lesser ones followed suit, with ARMADILLO and BAT and GUINEA PIG.

"Guinea pig? Really? Who chooses a guinea pig." "I DO!" "Well you're very special. Let's see if you're lucky too! Roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and the needle curled around and around to... SATYR. Aria giggled as she felt the tickling come forth once more. Soft light brown fur spreading all down her legs, over and around and through. Her ankle pushed upwards into the air, as the feet were quickly enveloped by shiny black hooves. She gave them a test clop, and then did a little dance. The crowd approved, but then broke into a roar as her pants seemed to melt off entirely. Fuzzy bottom with fluffy tail, and she waggled it towards them without a care. Look! See this wonder that you have created, and know that she is pleased.

Her ears started to wiggle a bit too, and she grabbed the tips to pull them out. Yoink! Fluffy things indeed, and she moved them around in awe. How strange, how queer, but how wonderful indeed. She could already imagine some big strong man, or perhaps a big strong lady, stroking behind them and making her feel just so heavenly. The lightest touches of horns tipped out from her head, but they were small, round, gentle things, an accent on a face that was so soft and sweet.

"Well done to the goat crowd! Alright, this one's for keeps. Tell me Airar, or is it Aria now?" "It... it's Aria." "A lovely name, for a lovely lady." "Thank you!" "Tell me, how weird do you want to get?" "Super weird! Let's go for it!" "Alright, you heard her! Let's GO FOR IT!"

She looked up at the screen as MATERIALS flashed on it. There were quite a few wanting her to stay a MEAT creature, but there was METAL and RUBBER and PLUSH as well. Goodness. MAHOGANY took a slot, as well as PAINT. How... how would that even work? She didn't know, but just thinking about it made her all jolly inside. Yessss... do it!

"And... roll!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and the needle turned towards... RUBBER. She gave a squeak of delight, and giggled happily. Something was filling, puffing from within, and she felt... felt so good. Full and beautiful, firm and shaped. Her insides seemed to be melting away, and as she rubbed the surface of her skin, it was smooth and shiny already. Fur turned into much the same substance, and a little nozzle POPPED out of her belly button.

"Oooh, looking like a pooltoy." "POOLTOY! POOLTOY!"

Aria gave another giggle, or at least she tried to. Her airway was becoming increasingly smaller, the bottom of her mouth sealing off and forming a simple space to take in scandalous things. She pulled off her top, but already there were no nipples underneath, just jiggly inflated breasts that bounced of their own accord. She tried to give a wave to the crowd, but then her arms pulled to her sides, snapped back with a loud squeak that forced her off her hooves! She floated, then bounced, and then lay on the ground.

"Well now! Looks like someone's going to have a Lot of fun with this lovely toy. Did you come with anyone today, Aria?" *squeak*

"No? Well, that's okay. I'm sure we'll find a lucky winner to let you have some fun. Remember everybody, all inanimates are 24 hours only. We have to let the contestant get on with their vacation!"

The crowd gave murmurs of general agreement. A few boos, from the sorts that would love to be a pooltoy 24/7, but some cheers from the hopeful sorts.

"Alright, it looks like today's winner is... oh my! First come first serve at the adult swim!"

The crowd gasped. That... that was on the other side of the casino!

"Yep! First person who bet in this show who gets to the pool will get the privilege of the lovely lady."

Several of them tore off, running and dashing away. The raccoon grinned a malicious, playful grin, and twirled her little stick. "Alright, now that they're gone, what do you think? Should we add a change on whomever tries to play with her?" "CHANGE! CHANGE!" "Excellent. I'm hearing some people calling for an age regression. Do we have enough bets to make that happen? Let's find out!"

Aria didn't need to find out. She was happy as she was, floating and bobbing in the pool. The water was so warm, and this shape was just perfect. Whether someone played with her or not, today had been amazing. She'd had so much fun! And all she had to do was let loose and change.

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Liquid Courage

[Sergal, MtF]

Brandon sat near the back of the bar, munching lightly on some appetizer fare. Go to the casino, they said. It'll be fun, they said! But the whole place was rather overwhelming, and this trip was starting to seem like a bad idea. Like all the other bad ideas, the ones that festered in the mind until anxiety was trembling a C# on the organ of the introvert.

It wasn't that he didn't like fun, he just liked his fun... controlled. On his own terms, by himself, and all the cries from parental units to "get a girlfriend" were met with internal responses of "aaaaahhh". And so he sat, sipping his fruity drink.

"Care for some liquid courage?" The voice was light, musical, and he saw one of the bunny girls carrying around a tray of samples. Liquid courage was apparently a Blue-Violet, with a lime on top and salt around the rim.

"Um, well... I dunno..." "That sounds like you NEED it. Go on! Live a little. It's no fun if you hide in the corner." "I... alright. Fine."

He took it, mostly to be polite, and watched the butt of the lady as she sauntered away. Very round, very plump, and there was a twang in his soul he couldn't quite place. Something about it just... called out. He squished his very flat, unround butt in the seat, and stared down at the Liquid Courage. It smelled nice, that sort of Blue flavor that had no real analogue in the natural world. And as long as he was at the bar, might as well get drunk, right? Bottoms up!

He gagged, choked a little, though this was less because of the taste and more because of a badly timed hiccup. Well done Brandon. Now everyone knows you're a goober. It did taste good though, much better than he expected a shot to go down. He could still feel it, deep inside, like a swirling liquid that seemed to spread and coat his everything. Mmm... that wasn't so bad.

It was the chest that caught his attention, perhaps a minute later. His shirt was plain, lacking even the courage to bear a pithy slogan. But now it was starting to waver and falter, like the torso underneath was thinning out in most places, but keeping shape where it mattered. Less a rounding of the pecs, and more a sinking of the everything else. It felt... freeing. Like it was easier to breathe, easier to just sink back into the booth and... relax. He touched one, tentatively, and it felt reasonable. What else was he expecting?

"But why... do I have one? Have two?"

He was squishing now, squeezing and testing. They moved under his grasp, and they were so smooth and pleasurable, save the little rough patch in the middle of each that just wanted to stick up and make itself known. He tweaked them, causing his mind to blep temporarily. That... that felt... he had no words, no comparison, but if it felt that good... he'd do it again.

His shirt seemed to be rolling up now. Curling, shortening, revealing the little pudge he'd born ever since the freshman year of college. But it was smooth now, simple and clean, and the little hairs on the belly button were a shimmery, reflective sort of silver. Had they always been like that? Certainly not. He checked his own hair, upon the head, and it almost seemed to... glisten. Streaks of the same sort of blue-violet, though the short scruff felt like it was growing... on the skin around it. Fur, a strange inhuman thing that was so soft and so nice.

"That... oh yes..."

He wanted more, he had to. He couldn't remember feeling this good, and it was hard to really remember anything at all honestly. He'd come into the bar seeking some comfort, and now he was wearing the comfort, embodying it. He licked his chops, and it was with a long, twisting tongue that slid over his fangs. His breasts were reasonable now, tucked under the thin fabric that hid it from sight like a modesty curtain. And if the top was so wonderful, what was the bottom like?

Oh! That... he had shifted in his seat to try and feel, but this time it was met with squish and cushion. That same sort of rear he had admired, though it was lacking something. A tail? Yes, he could do with a tail. The crotch was more important right now though, as it throbbed and pulsed, like a beast devouring its prey. The prey was dick, and the beginnings of the pussy was more than happy to absorb the hot dog for all its worth. She moaned, reaching and clutching, reveling in the feeling of it being pulled deeper, out of her grasp. Harder and harder to keep a hold of, she grabbed and made a game of it. Take it. Steal it from me.

Steal it did, though the pussy remained. The clit was long, inhumanly so, and she marveled at all the possibilities it could have. She touched inside, deeper and deeper still, and the impossibility of it all broke her brain. A mess was made, but she wasn't in the mood to clean that up. If anything... tonight needed to get far more dirty.

Her pants, having already slid down with the spreading of the hips, fell to the floor in an unwanted heap. Byeeee... The wallet spilled out though, and perhaps that was necessary. Bend over to pick it up, give everyone a nice show. You know you want it. But the butt took this moment to escape, pushing and twisting out with a giant mass of fur and flesh and bone. The blue thing swirled around behind her, and she made it look good. Stroke down the butt, around the tail, grasping and feeling how it was thinner than it appeared, the fluff coming out in a nice contoured shape for exceptional hugging.

The wallet was brought back up, and her head with it. The ID was in there, something about a Brandon. But she couldn't want that, not anymore. A quick dab of her clawed finger into the shot glass, a bit more liquid courage, and she rubbed it onto the ID. It seeped in, touching briefly with her identity on a cosmic level, and then twisting it into a far better shape. The photo of the vaguely smiling human gave way to the fangy grin of an azure sergal. More of a mane than human hair, more of tufted flaps than silly wrinkled monkey ears. The ruby eyes pierced, and the twilit fur shimmered. Her first name wobbled, and then she felt as it twisted into a Valerie. Excellent. 25 years old? That seemed both different and right at the same time, though as she gave her breasts a final test now that they had reached a Proper size, she nodded that no one would ever accuse her of being a child. There was something... sexually intimidating about the stare in the photo that she relished. Yesss... good.

"Hey, you cleaned up nicely!"

The bunny girl was back, hoping to sell some drinks now that her mark was in a greater mood for courage and partying. Now though, they met as equals, both ready to spread their charm across the casino. Something about the statement seemed off to her though. It was So easy to forget the silly human that came before. What was his name? Started with a B... ah well.

"Yesss, thank you." "Not at all. Care for something a bit harder?" "Hmm... I'd go for a bunny if that's alright." "Well, ask me again in 30 minutes. No flirting on the clock." "Hehe... I'll look forward to it. For now... surprise me. Something hard and passionate." "Oooh, one Cosmic Starlight, coming right up!"

Hmm... that sounded nice. Her fur did have a sort of starry appeal to it, and she certainly would help that little rabbit feel the cosmos. Soon though. There would be much time for bouncing after the drink. So much better than ________'s plans for the evening, and all it needed was a little courage.

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Pleasure Palace

[Donkey, FtM, MtF, Corruption, Feral]

Cassie gave a minor harrumph as she sauntered into the bar. Some prude up on stage had the same name as her, and now everyone would be mixing them up. She came down here to get AWAY from the stress, and silently reminded herself that it wasn't so bad. Besides, she was about to be very naughty indeed.

Flashing an ID to the bunny at the podium, with a wave and a smile she entered. Yes! A victory for Cassandra. The fake ID had been a bit pricey, but it was now going to pay off in terms of fun. And there was no better place to have fun than the T.F. Casino.

"What can I do you for?" "Hmm... something tasty." "Ha! We try to make sure they're all tasty. But I think you're looking for one of these."

The lizard behind the bar swirled open a colorful binder of drinks, settling on the most colorful of them all. RAINBOW SHOTS. Watch and be amazed as the bartender prepares your drink, and with a simple cascading pour creates 7 differently colored shots all for you and yours. "Seven. That's a lot, isn't it?" "Ah, these don't have much in each one, that's why it only costs 6 bucks. It's more the spectacle." "Yes, that sounds good. A set of that, then." "Coming right up!"

Truth be told, she had No idea what to order. This was her first time! Still, it looked like a reasonable party drink, something she could brag about to the girls back at high school. Tell all your friends, she'd snuck into TF Casino and gotten out with a good time. Somewhere on the third floor mister T.F. tutted to himself, but Cassie wasn't omnipresent enough to notice, nor genre savvy enough to care.

She watched in awe though, as the bartender worked his liquid magic. It wasn't real magic, he didn't need it for this, but the subtle chemistry involved was a performance to be enjoyed. A few of the other patrons at the bar pointed and muttered, maybe they wanted some. But Cassie had ordered first, and so hers was Better by default.

"There you go! What did you think?" "Impressive. You're quite the performer." "Thank you! I try, I try. Here, on a tray so you can go to whatever table you want. Anything to eat with that?" "No thanks. I think this will satisfy me well."

The lizard sighed internally as she left, but if Cassie noticed she didn't care. Let's see... best go in order. Red one! GLUG. Mmm... that... not bad. Bit fruity, and what was that weird taste of gas going up her nose? She supposed that was the alcohol. Probably for the best she didn't get something hard then, if it was this off-putting on just a fruitydrink.

She was starting to feel a bit warm, a bit more energetic though certainly not anything you'd consider buzzed. She tapped her fingers on the table, clacking them with a little more force than usual. The conversations around the bar seemed to come into sharper focus. Rich socialites. Bros on a vacation. Shy lady who wasn't sure about all this, but her friends were egging her on. And the sound of approaching footsteps, which her ears swiveled towards to hear-

*clunk*

"Daniel. Have some class." "Sorry, sorry. I'm new to this!" "Well don't shout it. Christ." Daniel was here, supposedly they were doing schoolwork together, though this was neither school nor work. He'd come with a CHALICE of something green and frothy, and was guzzling it out of a bendy straw. The dork was reasonably useful, and quite reliable, so she didn't entirely mind being seen with someone a little... lower on the social rungs. If anything, it made them stand out less.

"Having fun in the casino?" "Ha. I don't have THAT much money." "True true. Modeling is slow these days." "After school modeling is slow these days. Everyone wants you to be there at noon or two, and turns out you can't always skip." "Can't Always? I never get to skip." "You just have to know how to do it."

Cassie took the Orange shot now, and this one made her feel right at home. Very nice, very citrusy. Her tail swished a little in her seat, and she had to adjust a bit. Almost like she was... was sitting on something. But that was ridiculous. It was easy to forget though. Maybe she had a low tolerance for alcohol? Or perhaps she was just starting to get in the groove. Either way, all the awkward bad feelings and pressure seemed to become forgettable. This pleased her greatly, and she leaned in for more.

"Trust you to get the fancy drink." "You should hawve seen him make it. Art in motion." "Mine just has a fancee cup."

"Yeah. King Arthur and the holy grail." "Is that where it's from?" "I think so. I wasn't paying attention in English." "Not much to pay attention to."

She stared over at Daniel, and something about him seemed... off. Like he was a little smaller, a little lighter around the torso. Rounder in the chest. His ears were fluffy, had he been playing casino games? Probably, he said something like that. Way to blow your cover. She chugged the yellow shot, snarfling a little. Lemon. She wasn't a fan of lemon, and clopped her hooves on the ground in annoyance. Something about that gesture pleased her, though she wasn't quite sure why. Had she been wearing shoes? She forgot.

"Heehee." "Whawt's so funny?" "You look like a donkhee!" "What? No I don't. You do." "Huh?"

He checked his ears, grabbing them and... stroking them, and... pulling them down from behind until the hand slipped past the edge and they Thwipped back up. Oooh that felt nice. He giggled, and it was a very light, almost... feminine giggle.

"Neeat." "That's not neat! Why are you like that?" "You've gawt some."

Cassie checked her ears, letting loose an "eeeeEEEE!~" of escaping steam. This... what the heck? She... she couldn't...

"No... no no no..." "What? You look good." "I look like an animal! This..." "You're fine. Here."

He grabbed the green shot, tipped it towards her mouth, but she SLAPPED and it splashed all over her crotch. Lime mixed into the blue skirt, and something was starting... to grow down there. Cassie pulled at the hem, trying to make it go down, but this just caused her to blush ferociously and HAW in pleasure.

"Whoa..." "What... whawt's happening to me?"

"You smell... really pretty, Cassie." "W...what?!" "Like... really pretty." The words weren't coming, but he... she wanted to make sure that Cassie knew. He chugged a bit more of his drink for liquid courage, trying to find what she needed to say. Her shirt was so tight now, pushing and straining, though the strange masses seemed to be moving slightly downwards. That was good. They needed to go down.

"We're heEEr to have fAWn, right?" "This... this isn't..." "Please?" "Danielle..." "Doesn't it... feel good?"

Danielle certainly seemed to think it felt good. Something was filling in her pants, a strange pressure that seemed to almost be on the... on the sides of the crotch. Tantalizingly empty in the middle, but swollen and needy around the edges. Her breasts were moving down to greet the situation and take charge, and her face was pushing out into the beginnings of a donkey face. Cassie stared, did she look like that? But... something was bending in her mind, making it look like the most beautiful thing in the world. Why was... she so hot... so bothered. She... she needed another. Needed the drink to tell her what was going on. The blue shot was grabbed, SLAMMED down her throat, and she wiped her fuzzy face with fingers that seemed tipped in little hooflets.

"SeEE? WaAWsn't so HAWrd." "Y...yAWW. I feel... so wHEeird." "But it's a good wHEErd." "Y...yes."

The words... were getting jumbled in his mind. Cassen slid a bit out of the booth, hand on his head trying to... to remember. He was a girl, wasn't he? The leader of the alpha bitches, the biggest and the baddest. But his dick was throbbing beneath a skirt that was so, so constraining, and this jenny here smelled like the most wonderful thing imaginable. His nose kept being physically pulled towards Danielle's crotch, or was that just the donkey talking? He forgot.

"HEEre. Lemme get this HAWf." Danielle took a sip through the bendy straw, then placed a hoof on Cassen's skirt. It pushed, tore, but already they didn't really care inside. These feelings, these sensations, were far more important than any silly human thing. And yes, there was... goodness.

"Is tHAWt... mine?" "That came out of you..." "It's so..."

He touched it with his hands, and this just made it more and more happy. So big, so massive, a giant THING wobbling to and fro. And the things below it, swaying back and forth... was this what it was like to be a guy? He fumbled around on the table, grabbing the purple shot. Trembling little fuzzy fingers, wobbling donkey lips, he... he could stop. He could stay this way, a... a freak. But he didn't want to, couldn't want to anymore. It was so easy to forget all the needs and wants of school, he didn't even remember why he'd come in here in the first place. But he was happy he had, happy he had a nice girl to spend it with. Chug! And the glass fell to the ground as his hand quickly curled into a hard, unrelenting hoof.

"Awww." "One mAWWr."

Danielle took the bendy straw in her mouth, moved it over to the pink shot, and set it down. Cassen nuzzled him gently, placing his hooves on the ground where it just felt so much better. There we go. He couldn't pick up the glass anymore, but why would he need to do that? Straw was here, straw was good, and he sipped away his humanity. The chest barreled out, the flank became flat and massive, and he felt so... what was the... what were words anyway? You didn't need words. Just tone, just direction. Just a good friend.

Danielle stared at the jackass in front of her. She... she could be down there. Wanted to be down there, she was already leaking everywhere. A maddening heat that just seemed to intensify the more the world seemed to blur. Not wanting to waste time, she dunked her face into the chalice, lapping it up and reveling in how cleansing it seemed. Years of knowledge melted out of her head, and she felt so FREE in her mind. She couldn't think very fast, but nothing she thought about troubled her at all. In fact, the one thing that kept coming back to her mind seemed to be very pleasant indeed. There was a jackass, right here, Cassen was it? How do you even bray that? She forgot.

The bar melted away, as the casino's protections came to life for the final time. The drinks weren't transformative, but breaking the bar rules was. Still, they didn't feel like they would learn their lesson anytime soon. Nuzzling, braying happily in a back room, Cassen finally found the right place for that new dick of his. There we go. Such a big target too, how had he missed that before? High school was weird if he could spend that long and not find the pussy. What did you even do at high school? He forgot.

The door locked, and a DO NOT DISTURB sign appeared on the handle. The soundproofing was tested, though it allowed just a little bit of lovemaking noise to float out, so as to entice the other guests? See? They're having fun. Perhaps tomorrow they'd wake up with donkey ears and donkey tails and be quite ashamed of themselves, but really. We're here at the casino to have fun. Who knows? They might even ask to stay that way. It's always so fun when they do.

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Defined By The Dice 4: Gratuitous Title

[Randomly Rolled TF, Petrification, MtF, AR, Exhibitionism]

The lights rolled onto the stage again, and the raccoon lady twirled her stick with aplomb. The crowd was back, as they always would be, and she worked them up with a smile and a bounce.

"Alright, another hour has passed, and it's time for some more rolling! Give it up for ANDREW!"

A middle-aged man in a slightly used suit wandered onto the stage, blinking a little in the harsh lights. Gosh. Were they cheering for him? Or cheering At him? He couldn't tell, but they weren't entirely of interest. He adjusted his tie, and stepped forward.

"Hello there." "Well hello to you too! Tell us, what brings you here today?" "Bit of a business trip, but... times are tough. Could use a little cash." "Cash, he says! Well here, all cash comes with a bit of change!"

The crowd groaned a bit at the pun, but were pleased with this offering anyway. An executive! Some business man living beyond his means, despite how much you'd have to go through to do that. Already the ideas were forming in their minds, and Andrew wasn't entirely sure he liked the looks on their faces.

"Well now, let's give Andrew some ideas. How should we approach this, audience?"

The screen lit up, and he looked up to see... ALL THE CHANGES. Was... was that a category? Could you do all the changes? Someone put in GET A JOB, and he scowled. Har har. GO BACK TO SCHOOL. Really? Really.

"Now now, don't be mean. We're trying to help here! Let me try one."

The raccoon lady pulled out a few chips, tossing them into the air and causing EXTREME MAKEOVER to pop up on the screen. The crowd murmured a bit, but all the other bets went towards those categories. Nothing else.

"Looks like we have our choices. And... roll it!"

Andrew harrumphed as he watched the dice jangle, the wheel spin, and it landed on... ALL THE CHANGES. He made to scoff, but something... melted in his mind. A yearning, a strange desire... he'd come here for some cash, but really he needed a change in life. Perhaps all the changes. Could... could they really do that? Change you in every way possible? He was getting hard thinking about it, the place in his mind that should have been fearing replaced with lust and a need for adventure.

"Looks like you're getting into it, Andrew!" "I... yeah. Just needed the right frame of mind, I guess."

The raccoon winked at the crowd, and they exchanged knowing glances. Still, if we were going to do Everything, best to get started. "Alrighty then, why don't we start with the simple ones. TYPE!"

Type? He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but the crowd seemed to know. A few MAMMALS, some REPTILES and AVIANS, but then they started getting weird. STATUARY. CASINO MACHINE. FINE ART. TOY. Even CLOTHING was on the list. Gosh.

"Are those... can they do that?" "Of course! That's part of the fun! And... roll it!"

He watched, starting to fret again. They were serious, weren't they? Suddenly this felt less like a kinky excursion, and more like a scandalous guilty pleasure. Naughty and sinful, and he gasped as it landed on STATUARY.

"Ooooh, very nice!" "What... you mean I'm a-"

But he stopped talking. The voice, it didn't seem to be there. He tried to move, tried to do everything he was going to do, but it came so slowly. Gravity didn't seem to want to respond, and his muscles were pushing through the thickest of jello. His boner only grew harder and harder, and he supposed that soon he would as well. So why did that... intrigue him?

"Looking good, but we've got ALL THE CHANGES to do. Let's try some MATERIALS next!"

He turned, ever so slowly towards the screen. If he wasn't suspended as he was, he would have fallen long ago. STONE came up fast, followed by METAL and WOOD. RUBBER as well, and then FLESH. Someone suggested IVORY, and then GOLD, but then all the bets just filled up more of the same, moving the odds around. Andrew would have given a comment, but his lips moved so slowly, his throat didn't seem to even need air anymore.

"And... roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it landed on... IVORY. Everything felt... peaceful. Warm and calm and soothing. The raccoon lady rubbed a hand over his arm, and it felt so smooth, so polished. Shiny and reflective, white and gleaming. The concept of motion left him, and he was quite still. He was only vaguely aware of the raccoon lady patting the cloths draped on his ivory frame, and then teleporting them a foot to the side where they crumpled in a heap. His boner was on display, and this would have made him all the harder were he able to do so. Instead, he merely was, basking in the attention like warm sunlight. It... it felt so nice. So pleasing to be looked at, admired, and any hostility or negative emotion just seemed out of place. Easy to fall out of mind, until only the satisfaction remained.

"Well done, but we're not out of the woods yet. Let's try a touch of GENDER."

MALE and FEMALE came up in rapid fashion, but then BOTH and NEITHER took small minorities. Did... did this mean they were still going to change him? Even after turning him into a solid object? He couldn't move, couldn't change himself, but they certainly would do it to him.

"And... roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and eventually it landed on... FEMALE. He quivered internally as her shape was sculpted. Smoothed inside and out, her brain polished and reformed as the hard angles became round curves. The penis came off entirely, and the raccoon tossed it into the crowd for some adoring fan to take home. But then something new formed in the middle, open and hollow, far more than she felt a statue normally should be. But the pleasure concentrated there as people stared in approval, and it felt... it felt so good...

"Well now, look at those tits. Someone's quite the artist around here, and I think it's Andrea!" The crowd cheered, and she ate it all. This... they loved her. Wonderful admiration, and all she had to do was change everything. No, to have everything changed by others. To give herself to them and... she wanted more. More!

"Well, I think this little lady is in need of some SPECIES adjustment!"

They were certainly into it, as every species imaginable started filling up the list. That... that's over forty. How... how do you come up with this stuff? But one of those would be her soon, and she hoped it was something good. Something she could show off, be seen as. Who wanted to be a silly human Andrew? No one, that's who.

"And... roll!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it clattered around to... FELINE. "Well, that's a good start, and it goes over to... Carter Landi! Carter, what has Andrea won?" "LIONESS!" "A lioness it is! Let's get that tail on there."

She could feel it, growing from behind. There was no spine to bring out, only a representation thereof, and each bit of ivory felt like the rest. But the texture seemed to change, it had streaks and ripples and little creases to simulate the hair. Her face pushed out, and you could almost imagine cute little fangs inside that little cat snoot. Ears grew as hair dissolved, and she was smooth and sleek and sensual as a button. Look at those claws, those beans! Everything felt right, and the applause was music to her soul.

"Now, since we're doing it all, let's throw in some AGE"

This seemed to run the gamut, not as some seemed to want her to be OLDER, while some wanted YOUNGER, and a few had the audacity to demand a KITTEN.

"Well now, we'll see if you get your kitten pictures out of this. Roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it landed on... EARLY TEENAGER.

Her mind bent again. Something... was melting inside. Evaporating. Thoughts of finance and running a business turned to thoughts of early science and navigating school society. The ground pulled her closer, and little ivory shrouds seemed to cover her naughty bits as she shrank. The tits, the strange round things that she had known for only a short while... now they were little boobs, and then bumps. Decidedly feminine, still a protrusion even under the fake clothing, but certainly not round enough to grasp, not yet. A layered left-hanging skirt seemed to wrap into her crotch a little too artistically, and then it too was ivory. She could feel it, far less sensitive than the actual parts of her body, but as the raccoon touched it to make sure it was solid, she could still feel a bit of a tickle. Haha... stop that, it feels weird!

Some of the crowd mumbled, but the raccoon glared at them. "Hush! You know the rules, no lewds on the kiddos. Remember, she's a kid now in mind too, and I'd say she has some growing up to do!"

But she wasn't sure. Growing up... could be scary, and she felt so nice, so at home here. Please... don't make it end so soon...

"Well now, this is a surprise. Seems Andrea wants to stay a little longer than the usual 24 hours! What do you think, should we bet on a DURATION?" The crowd ROARED its approval. They almost never got to vote on this! Woot woot! The bets started coming in, with a few still going for just the 24 HOURS, but then there were WEEK, and MONTH, and DECADE, and quite a few FOREVERs.

"Keep in mind, this is Andrea's change! Forever just means she won't change back until she asks to. Still, let's roll it!"

But the way she felt... that could be a very long time indeed. She felt as excited as it was possible for a statue to feel, watching as the needle slowly curled around towards... DECADE. Darn. Not quite forever, not quite as long as she wanted... but that was the price you paid in order to get such a wonderful change.

"Well, seems like you'll be quite the attraction here at the casino. Any words on the subject?"

...

The raccoon gave the floor to Andrea, letting the silence speak for itself. "Sounds like a plan, little lady! And with the winnings you've earned, I dare say when you hatch it'll be with a sizable sum in your pocket! Go on everyone, let's give Andrea a warm welcome to the Casino!"

They applauded thunderously, pleased with this new creation. She might have come seeking cash, but what she really found was a place where she belonged. Peace of mind, peace of body... and a few adoring fans along the way.

---

Joining the Staff

[Plushie TF] // [Dragon, Feral, Intelligence, Pet] // [Bunny, MtF]

In front of the throne of the casino, T.F. paced back and forth while four humans stood with mild levels of anxiety. If you have to ask why he has a throne in his casino, then it's probably not for you.

"Travis." "Here sir!" The vaguely brown lad with the short spiky hair and the nice hat snapped to attention, though he was waved back down by the coyote. This was it! He'd made it, at long last.

"Susan"

"Yes sir." The shortstack lass perked up at the mention of her name. She'd been in training for a while now, and it had finally come to a conclusion. Money! Money money bills paid yes.

"Shaun." "Present!" The slightly chubby lad nodded gleefully. Casino security was a good gig, if you could get it, and it seemed like he had! All the fun, at a far higher pay scale than most jobs.

"Charlie." "Sir." The platinum blond was a bit on the scrawny side, but perhaps that was appreciated in the waitstaff. All the waitresses he'd seen had been bunny girls, but they still wanted him anyway so hopefully that was a good sign.

"Four candidates, out of the twenty six we brought on board. Not bad, all things considered."

They smiled and nodded. Yes yes, where do we sign?

"I congratulate you on getting this far, and I have one final question."

Nooooooooooo... anxiety beep beep aaaaahhh.

"Travis, why did you apply here?" "Well..." He stammered, not entirely liking being called out like this. "It's a great place to work, and at the end of the day I want employment somewhere stable and secure. So I hope I can be of use to you." "You will, you will." There was a grin, slight fang, as T.F. booped Travis on the nose.

"Sir?"

"Now now, just let it happen."

Travis felt... warm. Stuffy, puffy, but not in a bad way. He cocked his head, trying to figure out what T.F. was about, but then his vision seemed to glass over. Strange imperfections, like a plastic lens placed over his eyes. He rubbed them to clear out the boogers, but... they were plastic. Solid, hard, with the skin underneath slightly fluffy.

"What... what is this?" "You see Travis here is otherwise known as Travis Coin. Investigative reporter at the local paper. Now if he had been honest about his reasons for being here I would have had no trouble with it. But please, you come into my house, and you try to make with the chicanery."

"I... I..." "Don't worry. I think the look suits you. You wanted a peek, and now you're a Pikachu."

He held up his hands, watching as yellow fuzz rippled and sprouted everywhere. SEAMS were running along the sides, he had seams! He grabbed, as if this would fix it, though it only showed that his hand was full of stuffing and could be bent at strange angles.

"Pi... piika!"

"Yes, yes, I know. You're just doing your job, and I'm doing mine. We'll let the newspaper have you back eventually." His shirt was coming loose, his pants falling to the ground, and he staggered backwards on the balcony out of his shoes. Something... something was coming out of his butt! Long, at strange angles, was this a tail? His tail? He felt so soft, so huggable and lovable, and now everyone was looking... down at him. He hadn't been the tallest person before, but now he was so small. His hands raised up, as if to ask for uppies, but then the feeling flopped out of them entirely.

"Mmmmph."

The rounded plush plopped onto the ground, and T.F. pushed the discarded shirt aside so everyone could get a good look at him. Small, yellow, soft and pillowlike. A good fit for a muckraker. His beans were plastic, his crotch was empty, and the smile was stitched on. He felt... strangely serene. Like he wanted someone to play with him, to hug him and love him and... he forgot.

"Susan, do you like plushies?" "I... kinda, yeah?" "Good. Take this one down to the gift shop, tell them I sent you. Trade it in for whichever one you like." "What's... going to happen to him?" "Probably cleaned up, put on the shelf for a bit in the display section so he doesn't accidentally get sold. Needs to have that spying feeling replaced with love and affection first though, so as not to spoil the other goods. They make it work, they're good people. Off with you then."

She picked up the plush, and half-jogged away, wanting to get back quickly but also kinda concerned that she was carrying a person with her? He said it was temporary, but already there was no way to tell that this had been someone she'd been in training with unless you said so.

"Excellent. As for the rest of you, welcome aboard."

They sighed relief, and the mood lightened. Yes! Victory. All they had to do was not be a spy. Apparently that was hard these days.

"Shaun, you're going to be on security detail. How do you feel about that?" "Well, it's what I applied for." "But how do you FEEL about that? Does it come naturally?" "...maybe kinda sorta? I've never worked a security job, if that's what you mean." "Hmm... well, we can adjust. Here."

The coyote handed him... was this a collar? A strange sort, interwoven threads designed to stretch and grow with the size of the neck. He put it on, not wanting to be rude, and... oh!

The world twisted. Bent sideways, he staggered a bit. His hand... was it twice as large as before? Maybe a bit less? It would get there. Claws were pushing out of what should have been fingers, overriding muscle memory and shaping it into something far more practical. Handwriting became snatching, piano playing became tickling, and the strangest feeling of wanting to use them as legs seemed to come into being. The scales were new too, green and gold to contrast with the casino's red and gold.

"That... that feels nice..."

His mind was wiggling, and he stared blankly as Charlie backed away in confusion. His butt felt long, and he started to thump it. Missed the floor. Missed it again. There it was! Found it. Just had to grow a bit longer. Longer still. And with the tail holding him back, it was so easy to just... fall forward. THUMP. Yesss... claws grasping the carpet, body seeming to grow and rear up into a massive reptilian shape. It felt wonderful, and everything else seemed unimportant.

"I'll take those, if you don't mind."

T.F. clapped his hands, and the clothes popped off Shaun before they could be destroyed. He set them in a little pile, and started to stroke behind Shaun's head. Mmm... that felt good. Nice and smooth, the scales coming in with the horns jutting out. How had he forgotten to have horns before now? It made sense, felt right, and just seemed like a good idea all around. He gnashed his teeth as the jaw grew longer, longer, larger and powerful.

"Sooo... rrrrarrrr..." "Don't worry about talking. Security is more of a quiet role."

He looked over at his master, thumping the ground when he saw. Yes! Master was here, master was proud, giving him a new dragon body and a new dragon brain and a new dragon everything. His wings pushed out, little tiny things, but he forced them to stretch more and more. Grow, grow, flap your best, Yessss... his thoughts didn't seem to feel anymore, like they simply were. He would do what needed to be done, and that was that.

"You'll be on a 3 month detail. Food, housing, the works. Change back after that, and we can discuss full time positions." Full time... he didn't quite know what that meant, but it sounded like a good thing. Dragons were supposed to be full time. He curled his long neck into T.F.'s space, and allowed the scritches to continue. Mmmm...

"No fire breath, obviously. We do have a bit of a carpet aesthetic going on around here. Don't worry though. If you really really need to breathe on someone, it will be transformative and pacifying." Oooohhh, that sounded nice. Make little kobolds out of miscreants who were misbehaving. Yes master, he could do that!

"Good on you. Have a seat for a second, I need to help Charlie into their role."

"Rawrrr."

Shaun stomped over to the side of the balcony, curling up. He could curl! That felt so nice, so comfortable. Resting his head on his tail, he watched as the last small human thing treated with master.

"So uh... I'm on the waitstaff." "Yes, that's correct. Don't be so tense! Lighten up." "You'll... fix that for me, won't you?" "Do you want me to?"

Charlie boggled at the suggestion. This... his employer just turned someone into a dragon. An animalistic sort of dragon from the sound of it. Confidence would be so easy, so simple. Among... other things.

"All the waitstaff are..." "Bunny girls, yes. We do have a nice male lizard at the bar, but you don't have your bartending license yet." "No, but..." "At the end of the day, you have fun and get paid for it." "Mmm... that sounds nice." "Then let's not be shy now." "No. I'm ready!"

He wasn't really, but that changed almost immediately when T.F. booped him. Something uncurled deep inside, and he moaned as his frame seemed to bend and twist into something far more perky. He'd never been very muscular, more of a boyish figure than anything else, but now there was little doubt as to what sort of girl she was.

"Those... are mine?" "Of course! You even get to play with them." "Ooooh."

Play she did, squishing and squashing, the shirt seemed to melt away into nothingness leaving behind only the fuzzy beginnings of new pleasure mounds. She pulled and teased, trying to drag them out, but they came out on their own time. Down below, she felt less and less of the seam of her pants, more and more of the sides on the hips, as the fabric turned into something silken and smooth and flowing before it fell off onto the ground entirely.

"Wooowww... that's so cool." "See? I pick people who take to it readily, even if they don't know it themselves." "That... I guess I didn't."

It was odd, watching the mocha brown fuzz rushing across her everything. Her hair was light, almost white, and then it did become a proper silver. Dark bunny with light hair, and a splotch over the left eye for contrast. She had spots! Everything seemed to streamline and become far more fluid, but at the same time spring loaded. She could bounce, and bounce she did. Up, boing! Leg muscles stronger than before with a lighter body, and she went high. Came down too, with her ears flapping out beside her as she did.

"Heehee! That was awesome!" "Cmon, get into it. You're not going to stop at one." She wasn't. Boing! Boing! She skipped over to the dragon, and it was like being on a moonwalk. Her feet propelled her upwards so fast, it was hard to keep on the ground.

"Rawr." "Rawr to you too! Hi! I'm Charlie." *phhhhbt*

Shaun stuck his tongue out, and she giggled. This felt so nice! She could even forget that she was totally stark naked, as if nothing could get her down or make her feel ill at ease. Ego tempered by submission, a true sense of confidence that everything would be alright. As if there was no way things couldn't go alright. She waggled her ears, wiggled her tail, and bowed before T.F. Oh gosh! The boobs bowed too, jiggling back up, and she giggled again.

"Yes, we will have to get you a little dressed." "Do we have to?" "While you're on the floor, yes. Don't worry. Once we're done showing you the ropes today, you can have all the time in the back suite to explore. I even got a doggy for you today." "A dog? What's her name?"

"Kit. A bit of a charity case, but she'll be staying with us. I saw on your profile you liked dogs." "I love dogs! I'll be a good friend for her." "And she to you. Come now, let's see where Susan got off to."

He snapped his fingers, and the skirt from the ground Popped back onto the bunny girl. Another snap, and she had a little shirt to wear as well. Didn't this belong to the reporter? Ah well. He wasn't using it right now. And thus a coyote, a bunny, and a dragon wandered off towards the gift shop, seeking their final party member.

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Fluffy Flying Faerie Slots

[Kitsufae TF, MtF, Shrinking, Addiction]

Edward wiggled onto the stool at the slot machine, getting himself comfy. He'd never really done this before, but... when in the casino, do as the casino does? Metaphors were hard, and he wanted to win.

It was a strange looking machine, come to think of it. All of them seemed to have different themes, which he didn't think was usual. This one had a golden fox on either side, with wings and floof bordering the slots. The whole thing was light and colorful, and he felt a sense of... he didn't know. Very soft, very peaceful. There... didn't seem to be a slot for coins or chips though. Just the lever, which he pulled.

ROCK ROCK CANDY

The machine gave a little jingle, and the tray opened up to... a single piece of candy. Very cute. He took it though, holding it between pointed nails and scarfing it in his mouth. Strawberry flavor. Very nice. Let's go again! This was so easy.

EARS LADY EARS

Darn, nothing won. His ears twitched a bit as he listened to the casino around him. The whole place was so big, so overwhelming, there was so much to take in. A bunny girl wandered by, and he found himself... staring for a bit. Nice butt, very fluffy. Like she was wearing nothing at all. He pulled the lever again without even looking.

SNOOT PAW PAW

Haha. Snoot. He giggled a little at the word, sighing. It was odd, he never really giggled like that, but the casino was... getting him in a good mood. Fun to play, fun to just try things out. Grasping his claws around the lever, he gave it another yank.

TAIL TAIL TAIL

The machine lit up in delight! This was one of the lesser prizes, but still the tray opened with lots of chips, and he grinned. Yes! A victory! He had to lean forward to grab them, scoop them into his little bag, just enough to let his tail slip out from behind him. His what? That seemed odd. He swished it back and forth, brain not entirely coming into gear. The giddiness of the easy win was more important now. He'd get back to that thought later. Pull!

LADY HEART LADY

Darn, nothing this time. Soon though! Soon. He adjusted himself in the seat, was the machine bigger than before? His shirt seemed a little loose, and it settled gently on... on his chest.

"What in the world?"

He put a clawed hand to his chest, trying to... to figure it out. His chest seemed... smaller, daintier than before, but bumping out on the left and right in a very peculiar way. A very nice looking way, but when had it done that? He pulled it open, looked inside... the nipples were bulging, twitching from the sudden rush of air. Don't stare down a woman's shirt! Oh, sorry. Something about that didn't seem quite right to his brain, but he was already pulling the lever again.

FOX BUTT CANDY

Well that wasn't going to win him anything. His butt did feel good today though. Not sore at all, despite the drive. Loose in the sweatpants, loose in the everything. Something was strange about this whole scenario, but he just... it wasn't really a problem was it? Like, it didn't seem like it was a problem. Why would it be? Pull.

SNOOT SNOOT SNOOT

Haha! Chips came out, though as he leaned in to grab them his snoot bumped the machine. What... wait What?

"What was that?"

He reached up, grabbed and pulled down... and his head came down with it! The thing in his vision, it was attached! He had a... a snoot, he guessed, but... the machine! Did that mean... he turned around, looked. There was a fox tail on a butt that was turning red with fluff, stacked in clothing that was far too large for the creature wearing it. This... it was changing him!

"What the heck. I'm..."

But the voice, it sounded different. Soft, ethereal, playful and musical. "Is that... mine?" He said it, in a cadence of C E G. He'd... never been a singer before, never had the ears for it, but as he stroked his new fluffy ears and scritched behind them absentmindedly, he realized that maybe now he did. And the lever... it was calling to him. Wanting him to pull it more.

"No... no I can't change more. I have... things!" But those things seemed boring and unimportant. Work. Job. Responsibilities. Human things that he didn't need, didn't want, he was here to escape from those! And before he knew it, he'd pulled the lever again.

HEART FOX HEART

No winnings this time, but the chest... it was filling up. Rounder, softer, she stuck her hands in the shirt once more, or was it a drape? Very big, very massive, the machine seemed twice as large as before. She could kneel on the stool now, a crazy prospect, but she felt... so small, so light. It felt good, felt right, and even though she knew she shouldn't... the lever was still there. Still calling. Pull.

WING WING CANDY

Something twitched, pulled at the back of the shirt, and she grabbed at the collar. Pull it down entirely, get... get this thing off. She was covered in fur anyway, a nice fluffy fox girl with... oh gosh! She had... wings! Small ones though, probably not enough to fly with. To... to fly. She wanted to fly, wanted to so badly. But she'd need to win to do that, and she hadn't quite won enough. The lever was large, she grasped it with two hands, pull!

FOX TAIL TAIL

Something poked at her butt again, and she wiggled it gently. Another tail! Two tails now, she could move them both, back and forth, side to side, and her heart melted. This... this was so cool! Her crotch was a little empty, sure, but you needed to make room for these things! And when she stuck a paw down there... mmm. That didn't feel half bad. This was great! What had she been worried about? She forgot. Pull!

LADY EARS ROCK

She could hear the music now, hear the PEOPLE around her. Her ears were so big, so cute! She was so small though, almost standing on the stool now. There were people who needed to be changed, needed to be fluffy, but she... she wasn't done yet. She had to win, just one more. She could do it, honest! The lever, it was so hard to pull at this size. Grab, brace against the counter with one paw, and... PULL!

FOX FOX FOX

YESSSSSSSSS! Confetti fell in her mind, and the tray opened to an impressive number of chips! She didn't even care about those silly things anymore, as her wings floofed into fullness and she fluttered into the air. A proper kitsufae, not even two feet tall, but she was so fluffy and light and breezy and... yessss... coming here had been the right choice after all.

"Edward? Oh my god what happened to you?"

Chris came rushing over, he'd left Edward for just five minutes and already he'd turned into a tiny floating fox girl. Could not take him ANYWHERE. Teddy just floated up to his mouth though, gave a big SMOOCH. He... what? It... that felt good. Like all the worries were being sucked out of his mouth. Almost like he... like he was growing tits. Leaking a tail out of his butt. Shrinking down where he stood. But that would be silly.

The kitsufae pulled away, and Chris shook his head, ears waggling a bit. What..."What was that?" "A hello! You GOTTA try this machine, it's great!"

"I... okay. It seems pretty neat. Why does it... seem pretty neat?" "Because you want to be a fox girl too!" "Oh yeah. That's why. That makes sense, I guess."

Teddy smiled and giggled, fluttering around his head. Cmon cmon. Look at you! You're still mostly human, and male, and wearing silly clothes. We need to get you changed, so that everyone else on the business trip can change! Chris smiled at his strange little friend, mentally wondering whether the change was an improvement. It seemed like it though, and the lever was so enticing. Pull.

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Defined By The Dice 5: Cash Cow Sequel

[Randomly Rolled TF, Udders, Milking, Inanimate, Willing Helplessness, Exhibitionism]

The lights came up for one final run, and the crowd gathered around the stage for last call. The raccoon lady was there, as she always was, with a twinkle in her eye and a secret to tell.

"Hey everybody!"

*loud cheering*

"That's right, it's time for one last dice roll bonanza! Give it up for Ilasiak!"

The crowd ooohed and aaahed as a red haired vixen wandered up on stage. She looked curved in all the right places... and all the wrong ones too. Was that... a bulge in her pants? Gosh people were kinky around here. If anything, the crowd approved even more though. The kinky types made for the best changes.

"What brings you up here?" "Well, last year I had TONS of fun, got myself all decorated as you see here." She blew a kiss from her muzzle, and the crowd mimed catching it. "But there's something so delightful and naughty about getting Others to pick the changes, you know?" "Ooooh, careful there. You'll get them started." "I want to get them started! Cmon. If I'm not subby and helpless by the end of this, you haven't done a good job betting."

The crowd ROARED at this. Oooh la la! Having the shy sorts gradually grow into it was one thing, but having someone beg to be changed apart? Truly a fancy feast.

"Well then, let's start off with some FUN."

The screen did indeed set its topic to FUN, and Ila giggled as the entries came in. SUBMISSION was definitely there, but then UDDERS and PREGNANT. EGGNANT? What does that even... never mind. PET came up, as well as BLIND DATE.

"Wow, some people are hopeful. Well, don't take my word for it, it's time to roll!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and slowly it turned around to... UDDERS.

"Haha! You're starting off pretty good. Goo... ooohhhhh..."

She grasped at her package, the pants slipping off to reveal a proud penis over a wet vulpine pussy. The crowd murmured their approval for someone who could deliver both at once, but then watched in awe as the penis started to turn pinkish. To bulge and wobble, the belly above it pushing outwards a little more, and then starting to join in the wiggling motions.

"Oh my. That's something you don't see everyday!"

She grapped at the shaft, pulling a bit, but then squeezing it, and a bit of milk squirted out onto the stage. One shaft was met by another, and then two more sprouted above them, filling fuller and fuller and oh gosh. This... it felt so tight, so sensitive, how did cows handle this? She gave a moan of pleasure, leaning backwards to try and... try and deal with the weight.

"I think a bucket's in order, don't you?"

A bucket did indeed appear, and she gladly squeezed and gave everyone a showing of the milkbar. The crowd roared their approval, and she did this for a few takes before the pressure seemed to subside. Just... just a little. She'd need to do more later, but there was something... wonderful about being pent up in front of everyone. She needed that feeling.

"Well don't go away, because the FUN has been doubled! Spin it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it turned over towards... SUBMISSION. Ilasiak moaned her approval, and slid down onto her knees, and then her butt, leaving her udder on full display. It felt so... so nice to be down here. Prostrating herself before them. Opening herself up to their commands, as if... as if she didn't even need to matter. Their pleasure was her pleasure, and she made sure they knew it.

"Well then, looks like we've got a happy little milker here. Let's go for some SPECIES!"

For once, the CANINE and FELINE did not top the list, as COW was very full in everyone's mind. Some wanted BUNNY, others asked for GOAT, and a few odd ones demanded HUMAN.

"Aww cmon. We're here to get fluffy! Don't walk it back." "It's what they want. I'm not gonna tell them no." "It's okay, Human lovers, she forgives you. Let's roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it landed on... COW. She started to speak her approval, but it came out as a "MoooooOOOOO!"

"Well, no surprises there, but sometimes the popular ones are the best. I see some fine hooves coming in over there."

Ila nodded, pushing herself up on her hooves to give everyone a better view. The nails of her feet had merged, curling and twisting together into a large solid thing that wrapped and cradled. She tapped it gingerly on the stage, and then took a more solid stance. Mmm, that was helpful, with all the weight of the... the breasts. Her shirt came off at this point, stretched to oblivion, and the nipples were indeed very long and cowlike. How was the shirt going to go back on? They weren't sure, nor were they sure they wanted it to. She wiggled and jiggled, face far thicker than before with her ears longer and flappier. The littlest horns appeared, and when she clasped her hands together in appreciation it was with little tiny hooflets.

"Thank you... thank you so much. I'll be a good cow for you!"

The audience cheered, and the raccoon lady gave a circle around. "My goodness those are large. How are you holding up?" "For them? I'll manage."

"Well, sounds like we've got a real trooper here. What do you think we should do with her now? Let's try... LIFE CHOICES!"

The bets came rolling in. Some were rather plain, wanting her to be a FARM COW. Others said MILK MACHINE. A few suggested BLIND DATE once more, with the inanimate crowd demanding some FINE ART. A few came up only to be bopped off the table, clearly a bit too scandalous for even the casino, but a last minute CROWD GREETER came up for play.

"Alright, there's some choices there for our cow. Let's make her happy, and roll it!"

The dice jangled, the wheel spun, and it came around to... MILK MACHINE.

"Oh wow... that... I... whoa."

She wobbled, but then kneeled down on the stage. Her arms seemed to pull backwards, away, the fingers curling around and becoming metallic nozzles. Her udder rose up slightly, her breasts down a touch, and she felt her face starting to harden. Her smile was genuine, but then it was frozen, and she couldn't unsmile even if she wanted to. This was good though, it felt right. She was here to provide, and the only way to give milk better than a cow was to be a cow shaped machine. Her udders waggled, turning into soft plastic, as a hose seemed to gently slide up her pussy. She quivered a bit at this, but then all her pleasure was immobile. Lights and settings flashed on her torso, and her tail turned into a long twisting electrical plug.

The crowd gasped, and the raccoon lady picked up the plug. They had a little socket for just these occasions, and as she plugged it in the cow Lit Up in excitement and arousal. Her smile became radiant, her udder glowed, and she was ready to dispense milk. The front of her legs congealed, becoming a runoff tray, even as she spoke in a slightly processed voice.

"Hi! I'm the milk machine! Remember to get your calcium today! It's good for you!"

Those present nodded gently, wondering where they could, um... get some of this milk.

"It'll be down at the buffet in a few minutes, loves. Don't rush her, she's a first time milker. She'll be here all night, and all proceeds will go towards her winnings. Feel free to donate a squeeze or three!"

The raccoon lady gave a bow, and as the lights went down the machine vanished, appearing at its rightful spot in the buffet line. There we go. All sorts of thirsty guests, and they just needed to give the udder a squeeze to get their milk. Mmm... today had been so fun.