FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Fred stared, he couldn't help it. He'd seen a number of strange people during his job searches, but this one definitely took the cat's meow. She grinned, a sly little smile upturned in the middle, that gentle part running up to her triangle nose. Her fur was black, or was it grey, and the hair an inhuman white.

"Now now, don't you know it's impolite to stare?" "I... just... you're a cat." She swished her tail under the table, gently bapping his legs with a fluffy noodle that was so soft and insistent. "Maybe, a little. But we're far more interested in the cat over there, aren't we?" "Um... me?" She giggled, and something about it caused his mind to fuzz over. She grabbed the hood gingerly, sliding it back over her ears and letting them fwip back up into position. He meant to say something, but then she stared. Yellow, golden eyes that stared into his and made everything else... less important...

"You see."

He did. He had to.

"We cater to a very... specific clientele. And they're far more interested in cats than humans."

He nodded, or tried to. It was a half nod, as the motion wasn't as important as the eyes. She would know what he was thinking anyway, cats were good at that.

"Do you know what kind of cat you are?" He... no. He didn't. Something about his expression drooped, and she had to pick his chin back up with a clawed finger. The touch was... delightful.

"That's alright. You have a license, of course."

Oooh! This one he could do. He fished in his pockets, never looking away from the happy glowing orbs, and placing his license on the table, along with the wallet. It was safe with her.

"Come, look here. See this? It's all wrong. How were you hoping to get hired like this?" "I... don't know. You can help with that, can't you?" "Of course I can, silly." She stroked his head, and this pleased him so much. Something about the driver's license definitely seemed off, but was that only because she said so?

"Yes... it says here you're licensed to drive most any vehicle in the state." "Ahuh." "But that's no good."

It wasn't? Oh dear.

"I've never actually met a feral cat that could drive, much less a show cat." "A... show cat?" "Mmhmm. We are filling out your cat license after all." "I've just... never heard of a show cat before." "It's very simple. You'll get to wander around the cafe and show yourself off. People will want to play with you, they always do, and you'll have a lot of fun." That... did sound like a lot of fun.

"So let's see... do you like girls?" "I... love girls." "I'm sure you do. Well, we wouldn't want to deprive you of that. Here, have a girl."

She rubbed a claw over the Gender part of the card, and something felt... so odd. Her face seemed to grow, her everything, and the growing need in his pants seemed to... draw itself backwards a bit. His chest grew needy too, as did... everything really.

"Are you more into boobs? Or a butt?" "...both?" "Good answer. Here."

She reached a claw over to his shirt, sliced it down with surgical precision. He vaguely thought about complaining, but what would he have to complain about? She took his chest, gently kneaded it nice and soft, and already there was a rumbling in her chest. Was she... purring? That seemed like a good thing to do. She didn't even have to look at the eyes anymore, her own furry breasts were pleasing enough. She wanted to look at both though, if she could. That would be nice.

"Stand up now. Yes, there you go."

It felt... strange. She was standing, but her crotch felt so empty, her clothes so loose. The nice lady helped slide the rest of the shirt off, and then the pants seemed to dangle to one side. Her hips were growing, or were they shrinking slower than the rest of her? She was looking Up at the nice lady now, and she hadn't been doing that before. It was a nice viewpoint though, very beautiful. Cat ladies had this nice Underside to their faces that you couldn't appreciate unless you were small.

"Very good, now we can get that tail out."

The nice lady started stroking down her back, helping the striped fur grow out more and more, but she stroked beyond the butt. Not beyond the end of the spine though, as it swayed out in a pleasing rhythm. _____ was down to the size of the back of the table's booth, and wanted to get so much smaller.

"Excellent. Come now, you need to play a little."

The nice lady... pushed her over! But she rolled, flopped on the ground gracefully. The need really was unbearable, and she looked down over poofy fuzzy breasts towards a wet feline crotch. She grabbed, stroked, pushed inwards with fingers that kept shrinking, shrinking still. There was just a paw left, but a paw was good enough, wasn't it? Her legs were so small, her back so long, and the strange new sensations felt like everything would be just right. Building, pushing, her face growing longer and longer with each pleasant mewl of satisfaction. Finally a burst, a release! And she flopped back down on the floor, staring up at the nice lady with a blank smile.

"Very good. And what do we say?" Nyaaa... "Excellent. I think we can get you started right away. Does that sound good?" Mrow?

"Oh fine, but just this once."

The nice lady reached down, picked up the cat, carried her gently about. The license was there, a kitty license, showing that _____ was the proud property of the cat cafe and its mysterious cat lady owner. She rubbed it a bit, and a sound entered into Talli's head. Talli? Yes, a good name, a fuzzy name, one she could answer to so nicely. A collar wrapped around her neck, and she knew that she was captured. Caught so willingly, by this wonderful mistress that would make sure she had all the fun. Who needed to be a human when you had someone like that? Talli didn't.

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There was something distasteful about the gym shower. The smell, perhaps. Riley wasn't a fan, but he was less a fan of driving around smelling like the shower did. Or maybe it was just-

"Hey, it's shrimpy!"

...the people. Riley sighed deeply, before turning around to meet... King. Who names their kid King anyway? The jock wasn't quite the lord of football he pretended to be, but goodness if he didn't swagger it around regardless. Muscles for days, a body that had been abused to the point of concern on various gym torture devices, and he always made sure to wear the tightest pants possible as if it were a contest.

"No, it's Riley." "Same diff. Hoping to make that little weeny get bigger at the gym? You got a long way to go..."

Riley huffed, having had quite enough. Sharing a class with this has-been was enough. He didn't need to have a macho fest on his own time. Or... did he?

"Alright. I'll take you up on that." "Huh?" "Simple bet. Pants like that, you probably stuff them to hide your little pecker." "Why you..." "Well, show me. Let's see who has the biggest dick. That's all you care about, right?"

Something rattled in King's brain when he heard that, but he couldn't quite figure out why. Still, this sounded like fun. Put the shrimpy in his place.

"Alright, deal."

He whipped his pants off, like a chippendale dancer. Woooo. The schlong was big, and growing larger as he imagined all the nice ladies. All the nice men. All the nice cocks... what was...? He shook his head, and went back to posturing. "Beat that." "Oh, I will, I will."

Riley turned around, dropped his pants, and muttered a few choice words. His hands glowed a sensual purple for a second, but then went back to being calm and mundane. He turned, strode towards King, never even bothering to look at his... decidedly smaller package.

"Ha! What a weenie." "No, that's my line."

Riley reached, grabbed King's dick boldly. King was shocked, but... something rattled even deeper inside him. Images of dick, of proud shafts being borne about, full and pumping and ready to gush forth. He could almost... feel that. Why did he... want to feel that?

King moaned deeply, not quite sure why, then looked down in muted alarm. His... his dick was going floppy. Not flaccid, but actually flat and empty inside. It hissed like air was being let out, and he watched as Riley's shaft seemed to grow ever larger in response.

"What... what the..." "See? I have the bigger dick." "That... that's mine!" "Yours? Dicks don't get to Own anything."

There was that feeling again! Like something moving in his brain, twisting and curling into a happier, more pleasing shape. He made to argue, but what was he arguing about again? He felt so hot, so flushed, and his dick wasn't even... wasn't even his. Just a flappy, loose opening that begged to be filled.

"I... what did you..." "A Dick needs to look the part. Isn't that right, Dick?" "My name is Dick!" He stared, stunned, then repeating to himself. "Dick... dick... wha-"

"Have a look."

Riley grabbed the discarded pants, flipped open the wallet, cast it over to the confused blank-crotched jock. An ID, a proof of existence, and indeed, it proudly stated that his name was DICK. With a gender of COCK, and an owner of RILEY. That... that couldn't... but the more he stared, the more his brain, his everything shivered. Dick looked up at Riley, looked up?! But it was a longing, needy look, he needed to be... he had to...

Riley smiled, leaned Dick back, and thrust at his crotch. It didn't get in very far, but it wasn't supposed to be IN at all! Then a second time, deeper, and deeper still, until Dick was quite impaled on the shaft. He could feel it filling him, like it was a part of him, like he could feel the ballsack below him just as much as his own body. Of course he could, it was his own, but wasn't it supposed to belong to Master?

"You've always wanted to be so cocky. I'm just helping you realize that." He... did he? He was a cock... but with a j? That sounded wrong, cocks had way more fun. They got all the pussy, and even Master's hand would be so worth it. The hand, both of them, wrapping around him. Pulling his arms in, kneading his legs up into a sack that seemed ever larger and more important. Stroking, teasing, please go faster...

"Not until you beg the magic words."

Please master! He... he had to cum. Dick had to cum!

"Well, if you put it that way..." It couldn't feel anything else, no limbs, no muscles, no face to speak of. Sight still, the eternal sound of flapping skin on skin, the gentle pumping of blood and fluid and the deep welling somewhere down below, further and further and

GUUUUUUUSH

Oh sweetness... again! And again. And again... he felt so tired, so limp. Flopping backwards now, looking down at the ground. Riley picked him up, let him stare up at the body that was... his Master. So wonderful to see, so wonderful to serve, and he was such a pleased little dick. Just like he always wanted to be. Up came the gym shorts, lifting and cradling and wrapping him in a calming darkness up against that musky smell. Was... was it naptime already? He'd have to wake up... later... for some nice dicking. He lived for that.

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Felix stared at the statues in awe, whistling gently to himself. Was he blushing? He was definitely blushing by now, and it was good that no one else was around. Still, he could almost... imagine that the Statues were around, watching him with lustful eyes.

They all seemed to have that look about them. Animal people of various sorts, each of them quite naked, or if they were "dressed" it was in a way that covered nothing. Robes pulled down below the breast, pants drawn to the knees, but the majority of them were quite stark. He wandered past a wolf man, cock longingly outstretched, and he... gently stroked along it. Did the statue quiver? Even if he was imagining it, the thought was quite enticing.

But there, not quite in the middle of the garden, behind the fountain with the statue of the masturbating satyress. A plinth, empty and bare. Well, not quite, a golden ring sat upon it, just above a few words he had to... wander closer to see.

JOIN US

Be ye man or woman The flesh is soft, and ever weak.

Your truest, most passionate self shall be shown.

You know where it goes.

Oh he was Definitely blushing now. The ring seemed to sparkle and glisten in the light, and he... his dick was the hardest it had ever been. His mind clouding, his thoughts racing. He couldn't even remember why he had come in here, but now he had a greater purpose. These statues... they Were all watching, eyes of stone and minds of lust. And he... just a weak creature of flesh and bone, the temptation driving him to madness. A single release, waiting. He could leave... hah. Laughter, internal, perhaps external as well. No he couldn't. Not now that he KNEW.

Gently, Felix reached out, took the ring with trembling fingers. The plinth was there, and he looked around like a thief. They were watching, judging. He could leave, take it with him, find a quiet place to be stoned. Ha! Stoned. But they pleaded. Begged. Come join us, they said. Watch as your fellow fools come and succumb to temptation.

And so he climbed up. Took the ring, and gently... slid it over his dick. What lustful statue would wear a ring on its hand? No, he knew this was right, just as the words said he would. And already that throbbing was abating. The pleasure smoothing out, his DICK smoothing out. He touched gently, and the marble was warm.

Marble, not flesh, and he grinned. He let his pants fall, kicked them aside, and cast off his shirt. The stone was spreading, rising gently up and down and about. It wasn't a loss of feeling, quite the opposite. The feelings were hardening, becoming solid and permanent and full. A few things still faded, mostly those of emptiness. He wasn't a creature of flesh, but perfectly solid rock. There were no pockets of air and gas inside him, and increasingly his abdomen was merely a representation of what one should be.

He felt something stretch, right around the base of his spine. He grabbed, pulled, but it was quite attached. A tail, his tail, a bunny's tuft of puff. It felt so good, a nice contoured curve that seemed to... harden, and stiffen, and then stand still. Forever perky, forever raised to show the smooth hard cheeks beneath it. He grinned, looking at his... hands. Where had the pinkies gone? They didn't need to be there, four fingers were enough. There was fur, of so many colors, but he knew that soon there would be only one. His nose pushed, and he could wiggle it gently. Raise up a hand, tap it and feel how soft the tiny protrusion was. But as he pulled the hand away, it stuck. A strange feeling, a wonderful feeling, the removal of any ability to move.

He heard a crackling noise, and looked down hesitantly. It was hard to see, with the nose extended and the hand stuck in front of him, but he watched in alarm as a deep crack circled around the base of his cock... and then it fell off entirely, returning the ring to his resting place. Hey! He thought to say, That's mine! But he couldn't say, didn't have the lungs to say. He could feel as the crotch smoothed gently, curling inwards smoother and more polished until a wide open space remained. He had no genitals, needed no genitals, for he had found pleasure simply in Being the statue. His entire body was the happy place, and as the breeze swished across unmoving stone it felt like heaven.

His legs were stuck now, his other arm hardening as well. His ears stretched to the heavens, but they would not wiggle or waggle. They weren't really ears, just stone in the shape of a rabbit. Not even a rabbit man, or a rabbit woman. What would they think, when they saw it? His glasses slid slightly on his nose, but he couldn't move to adjust them. And then his face was still, and his wide eyes were smooth, and his hair no longer tussled in the wind. He stood, quite naked, and refused to be moved.

The world blurred, as day became nightdaynightrainsun. The rabbit did not feel cold, could not possibly feel uncomfortable. It was comfort, from the tip of its ears to the rounding of its crotch. A man came, deeply pleased with what he saw. He crawled upon the rabbit's plinth, fondled the null crotch while stroking himself. But then he curled and twisted into a single solid snake of stone, falling gently on the grass in the deepest of pleasure.

Two ladies came by, one taking a photo of the other. But the more the camera flashed, the more the lady hardened, until she was bare and naked and possibly an otter. Her arms were outstretched, begging for company, and the other cried many strange things. But soon the cries turned to moans, as she pleasured herself on her friend, and then she was also an otter and they were one statue forever.

The rabbit watched, and the rabbit waited. It was so long, perhaps a season, before the true guest of honor came. A small man, with a small dick, but he was so aroused by the sight. He licked at the rabbit's crotch, and the rabbit gently allowed stone to enter into his tongue. He stroked, and stroked, until his crotch became its crotch, smoothed out just like the rabbit's. And soon there were two rabbits, two horny nullified lovers, and then they were one statue forever. They relished each other's company, the lesser rabbit staring at the crotch forever, and the greater rabbit telling about the fun people who were joining the garden. The garden grew.

---

Dennis wandered through the woods, not staring at anything in particular. It had been a long week, a boring week, and technically it still was. He hadn't gone to school today though, didn't see the point. He was already passing his classes, and really could do with a bit of unwinding. Let the brain relax, let it all seep out, just... enjoy the wilds.

He almost walked past the pond when he noticed the splashing. Turning, staring, watching in spite of himself. There was... a lady there, though the strangest sort of lady. Fluffy ears, and leaf green hair. A waggly tail, and furred legs. Feet capped in hooves, and breasts capped in nothing at all. She bathed, and was content.

"Are you enjoying the view?" "...yes!" She turned, sighed. Was... was that not the right answer? Something was tickling his brain, making any attempts at white lies seep out into a puddle. Honesty, forthrightness, and a desire to stare at the faun.

"You know... the forest has granted me dominion over any man who would do such a thing." "Is that bad?" "For you, yes." "Oh..." "But I am in a generous mood. Come. Join me."

He did so happily, and even more so as she disrobed him. The clothes seemed to almost melt off, like they weren't there at all.

"I will make you forget, and leave this place, and so you shall be spared." "But... I don't want to be." "???" "I don't want to leave. It's so nice here, and you are so nice as well." "I will not brook any... man being with me so!" "You can fix that, can't you?"

She stopped, then grinned. "Tell me then. Are you a man?" "I suppose I am." "No. I see only a little girl."

His crotch wiggled, and he grabbed at it gently. Something was sucking, undulating madly, and he moaned with a pitch that was not his own. Deeper, deeper still, until the thing fell out entirely with a splash and a plop. She quivered, and fell to her knees.

"Tell me, are you human?" "I... don't want to be." "That is good. You are a faun, don't you see?"

She... did see. Her feet curled tightly, wound and bound in hard smooth shells. Her skin softened, but this only made way for an orangish coat of fur that felt so right. Her tail stretched, and it slid across the wet rocks at the bottom of the pond. She stood, and it was on sure, powerful legs. Thin, small, but beautiful.

"Tell me, are you grown?" "You would know best, my lady." "No, you are not, for you are but a child in the eyes of the wood."

Something bent inwards, twisting and smoothing. Her curves, she didn't have them anymore, her butt so plain, her chest so flat. You couldn't see anything on her crotch, the fur covering it quite nicely. And when she giggled, it was the speech of one who had not even begun the path of maturity.

"Tell me, do you have a name?" "I... don't?" "A faun has no need of a name. You shall be my sister, and that is enough." "Thank you, sister!" "Of course. Now come! You are so filthy, covered in humanity."

It was true, and she happily let the elder faun bathe her. Her hair grew so long, her ears so waggly, and every little brush of the faun's hands seemed to wipe out all those unclean thoughts. There was a man, a town, a civilization, but they were outside the forest, and she did not go there. There were strange garments, and things called moneys, but quickly the mushrooms sprouted over them all. There was a sister, a big sister, and she stared at her naked form without the slightest hint of arousal. She did not have arousal, not yet, for it was her role to be innocent in all things.

The elder faun ruffled her hair, and she giggled once more. They bounded off into the woods, and all was well.

---

The lab doors were closed, and the little blinky lockdown light was on. Dr. Alamus was working on a strange substance of shifting colors. TF SERUM, the bottle read, and it was to be handled with the utmost care. Supposedly it had been confiscated from a strange group of criminals, and the police wanted to know what the hell it was. Was it legit? Was it dangerous?

Fortunately, they had also found odd transcripts and plans on how to make more of the stuff, making his job far simpler. After all, it's easier to make a dish with a recipe than trying to guess the ingredients on your own. He thought about using the tongs, but then thought better of it and held the thing with his bare hand. His goggles were firmly placed on his forehead, and the manufactory was currently churning out... extra samples of the stuff.

He swirled it twice for effect, and held it high above his head. "Gosh! This thing is balanced Very Precariously. It would be a Total Shame if I were to... Accidentally Drop it!" <.< >.> ...

The doors to the lab opened, with the klaxon curiously turned off and the lock undone. Dr. Fabrian walked in, assuming the tests had been done. "So, what was the stuff, anyway?"

*spritz spritz*

He stared blankly, the feeling of slimy nanomachines covering his face and clothing. Dr. Alamus was there... or at least some Thing wearing the bad doctor's labcoat was. She was pointing a spray bottle full of rainbow colored liquid at his face, grinning maniacally. Bits of the stuff could still be seen, splashed all over her fins and feathers. A harpy, a strange sort with no pants or shirt, just the ripped labcoat for effect.

"W...what." "Oh, give it a few seconds." "What are yo-"

But Fabrian couldn't finish. Something grabbed his everything, crumpled it together and spat it back out again. That... pleasure and numbness fought in equal degree, but pleasure soon won out. He moaned, leaning back against the wall as his gut churned delighfully. It was pink, very pink, almost reflectively so, and he grasped it on instinct. The thing sloshed and jiggled, and he... he wanted more.

"That... yoooOOOooo..." "Yes! Moo for me! Moo for my reign of terror!" He slid to the ground, grasping at his crotch as the genitals started to swell and bulge. The shaft was floppy, the head fading into nothingness as only a flopping nipple was left. But then another sprouted, and then two more, and it was all she could do to keep from mooing louder and louder. It was so full! "Please... yOOOu have to help mMMMmee..." "Sure thing! Hold still, and take off your coat."

She... she did. Why did she do that? But then the stuff was sprayed at her chest, and it quickly dissolved the feeble fabric, leaving only swelling cow tits in its wake. White fur, black fur, did it really matter? Her fur, so nice and wonderful. Her legs were splayed on the ground, and she could feel her pussy touch the tile. So cold, so sad, it needed warm tender loving wonderful... she mooed, and the thought broke again. What was she mooing? She forgot.

"Nyahaha! Success! Now, who's next?" "Security breach! We have a-" *spritz spritz* "We... we have... mmm. That... that tasted kinda... nice." "Oh? What flavor?" "L...liimfmmmph."

The security guard wiggled, wobbled on his feet, but then began to sag. Everything began to sag, turning green and gelatinous. He spoke, but it was a wobbling, warbling squamous tongue, the likes of which were not meant for human ears. The Science Harpy swished the bottle around, and the guard nodded like a bobblehead. Spritz spritz! He melted faster, and this was good.

The harpy took to the skies, making sure not to step in the lime-flavored blob, and headed out to make the world a better place. For science! Okay, more for her kinky fantasies, but science was involved probably. Now then... where to get a super soaker?

---

"I guess I should just reset." Todd had been playing for quite a while, making a good character to start off the league in his Hip New Game. But the character had grown stale. Did this say something about himself, given he based the character on him? Eh.

"Sorry big fighter man. It's time to start over."

*RESET*

Something tickled. He felt so strange, so wobbly. What... what was that?

[Todd] is resetting.

[Todd]'s equipment has been removed.

Wh... what? There was a draft, a breeze, and he looked down to see... it was little dick! But not pants, not a shirt not... anything. Where had his clothes gone? Gaaaaame? What did you do?

[Todd] no longer has the stats to equip: Penis

He squealed, shooting out of his chair, grabbing at the... oh. Oh my. He felt it, but it felt alien, like grabbing... someone else's dick. He tugged, and the whole package gently slid off, outward, and down to the floor out of his grasp.

"N...no! I need that!"

[Todd]'s race has been set to: Latex Wolf

He grabbed the screen, but it was with hands that were turning white, shiny and smooth. They slid off the frame of the monitor with a squeak, and he felt the first melting feeling of something slipping out of his butt. It was long, like a dribble of melted cheese, but then he could move it and swish it and make it his own.

[Todd]'s type has been set to: Horny Slut

He moaned, watching as the white empty bulge between his legs turned a bright carnal pink, and then a glowing red. He rubbed, and this only made it worse but he HAD to. It brought pleasure, even as it brought more need, and already he was falling to the floor and bouncing off it and still rubbing madly as his tail wagged and

[Todd] no longer has the stats to equip: Hands and Feet

"Nnngh... noooo..." His fingers were melting together, folding into a flat spatula that was so soft to move. Flapping and flopping, a squeaky mitten that couldn't possibly bring the pleasure he needed, but he had to he kept stroking kept rubbing kept wiggling his little paws

[Todd]'s languages have been removed.

"What? You caarrrff! Arr arrrrr!" *whine*

Something wasn't connecting, the sounds coming out of his gooey latex throat were so strange and erotic but were they really what he was trying to sound like? To... to sound... noises... what was the noise for that one? He couldn't remember, and neither could his crotch.

[Slut]'s name has been set to Slut.

Slut... it sounded good, and pleasing, and right. Slut wanted to be called slut, to be treated like a slut, to be a good slut for good non-sluts. Or maybe for other good sluts, if he could find some.

[Slut]'s proficiencies have been removed.

[Slut] is now level 1.

There were symbols on the screen, but they didn't make sense. He rubbed, but it felt so strange and new, like he'd never rubbed before in his life. He was on all fours now, or perhaps all threes with one paw in his crotch because he had to, he had to

[Slut] will be shut down until he is properly owned.

He stopped. Motion didn't seem like a thing anymore, he didn't seem like a thing anymore, and as he toppled over everything just seemed to... melt... good.

Light! Sounds, good sounds, dominant sounds. There was another wolf, a fuzzy one, putting a collar on it. It liked this, and licked at master happily. Master disrobed, letting Slut see that oh yes, Master did need to be licked. A happy shape, a needy shape, and if there was anything Slut understood, it was need. Even its need wasn't important, because Master needed to be pleased and licked and mmm.

"Did you know you can just buy these things? Like, as soon as you clear the latex dungeon." "Neat. Maybe I should get one. I wonder where they come from?" "Someone kinky. You have to make all the... assets for them. Someone spent a lot of time making this slime." "Well, I hope they're happy." "I'm certainly happy. Mmmm."

Slut didn't understand, but it knew happiness when it felt that. Slut was so good at being a slut. How could it be anything else?

---

Gary grumbled angrily as he stomped into the elevator. Downsized! Such a polite, clinical term for "You got fucked, sonny". He punched the wall of the elevator, but the elevator won and this hurt something awful. So here he was, riding the elevator down for the last time. Push the 1st floor button, and watch the numbers tick down.

32...

31...

30...

He'd even got a look at the new girl to replace him. Some young chick fresh out of college, with all the right... assets to fill out the company's portfolio. Pffft. Yeah right. The boss was a dirty old man, a pervert with no sense of shame, and he was slowly but surely filling his floor with all the eye candy. Didn't matter if he ruined lives in the process. He was rich! And Gary was not. Soon to be less so.

29...

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27...

It felt like a tragic trick of fate, to be honest. What if he had been born a girl? He'd still have her job, and wouldn't even have to work hard at it. Just lower the neckline a little, wiggle the butt a bit, and presto. Stupid boss with his stupid boob needs.

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And really, the boss treated her like a damn kid on the way out the door. "Sorry, we just don't see you filling out the role well." Harrumph! Filling out, pfft. Just you wait. One day that hot lady will be sagging and wrinkled, and Grace would still be in her prime. Why was that? She forgot.

23...

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21...

It felt so strange though, so odd. Like she was missing something important. Maybe it was that feeling of lightness, of a weight long since removed, or having never been worn in the first place. She leaned against the wall, idly rubbing her... tits?

20...

19...

Whoa whoa whoa what? Why did she... she? She did! Strange, soft squishy things, maybe not quite as large as the lady upstairs but... they were hers. She reached into the crotch, and her hands went in much too deep. Much too much too much too much... but she liked it somehow.

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Eeep! The elevator seemed to shift slightly, as if she had suddenly lost an inch or so. But... that was crazy, wasn't it? She turned, stared at her infinite reflections in the glass. It looked so real, felt so real, and she looked... so young...

16...

15...

No, she wasn't imagining it. Her tits, her pride and joy, they were... shrinking. SHE was shrinking! Grace gave a little cry, but it broke into a giggle all on its own when she heard how Girly it sounded! How little and tiny and CUTE. She? Cute?! Ahaha. The boss didn't know what he was missing.

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13...

But now if she was cute, it was a very petite sort of cute. Her shirt was almost like a dress, and where had her pants gone? Her panties? She didn't have a bra, didn't NEED one anymore. Her hair swished about, but it was strangely tight on the sides. What... what was that?

12...

She reached, and felt... ties? Little ties for pigtails. But... she hadn't been like that since she was a child! Since she... but she was a he coming in, wasn't she? With the short hair, the silly looking hair, she was so confused.

11...

She was so thin now, the arms like little noodles, her shirt a proper dress. It slipped off of one shoulder, but there was almost nothing to show. Something seemed to become gentle and simple deep down below, and she felt like she was forgetting something.

10...

Was it something adult? Probably. Adults did funny things, told her not to play with her middle for some reason. Maybe there was some weird hidden adult thing about that, but she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was! Gah.

9...

The butterflies started to accumulate, as she stared at the number. Stared UP at the number, so high. This... she was going down to the bottom floor! She... she had to stop it, had to do something.

8...

She ran over to the buttons, but tripped on her dress. Stupid thing! But then it spun about, turned into a smaller, simpler fabric. Yellow with pink butterflies, matched to fit. There we go!

7...

Getting back up again, Grace tried to get her bearings. She was doing something... the buttons! She had to make it stop. Hit. STOP.

6...

Why wasn't it stopping? She vaguely remembered something, learning something 25 years from now, a strange thought all in of itself. The buttons were fake, to make people think they worked. Hitting close door didn't make the door close faster, and stop didn't make it stop!

5...

She'd have to hit one of the higher buttons, the taller buttons. But... wouldn't it keep going to one first? She had to try. Jump! Juuuump!

4...

She slipped again, but managed to hit one of them. 11. That... that was good enough, right? She was so small now, her limbs so tiny and flappy, she didn't think she could jump so high. Grace looked at her tiny, stubby little hands, and giggled again. This... was hers...

3...

The letters weren't making as much sense again. That one was a G, and it was lit up. G for girl? For... for grund. Gruund! She was going to gruund. Yes, good.

2...

She was lying on the floor now, wrapped in a blanket covered in little butterflies. It felt so nice, so good, so warm. What was she doing? She forgot.

G! *ding*

The elevator opened, and a tall thing came in, picked her up. They were making strange noises, worried noises. Should she be worried? But then they shooshed, and held her close, and she yawned. She had been doing something very exhausting, and it was time for a nap. Perhaps later she could cry and scream, but for now... sleepytime.

---

It's okay.

You don't have to worry about transforming.

After all, you're the one in charge.

So if I tell you that you're going to start growing breasts.

You can just keep that feeling at bay.

Even though it would be so nice to have squishy, soft, rounded breasts.

You don't have to imagine them if you don't want to.

Your mind is perfectly safe from those perky little nipples

The gentle curves that just seem to fill your hands.

Perhaps even push them out a little ways as they grow.

And let's not even start about your tail.

You can hold it in, can't you? That soft, fluffy feeling in a place it shouldn't be.

You don't have to reach back and feel it.

The little hairs twisting betwixt your fingers.

That thick meaty part with the boney center

Just sliding outwards longer and longer.

You don't need to feel that.

But if you do, I won't judge you

After all, that's certainly not the least of your worries.

You might be worried about how small your dick feels.

It just seems so little, so petite

Like a tiny little thing, just pretending to be big

So that you can keep on pretending to be a man.

Perhaps even a human man.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? But you're too busy feeling your dick shrinking to ever be a man.

A man certainly wouldn't have a tiny little nub between their legs.

Definitely not those soft, tender lips that cave in just right.

And if you were too busy worrying to notice how smooth your crotch is? Well, I guess you'll have to catch up, won't you?

Because we haven't even started on your hands, your feet.

A bit bumpier than usual, aren't they? Nice, soft pads, they squish inwards, they have to.

And knowing that this little thing, these tiny pads

THAT's the part you can't fight?

Well, perhaps you're feeling a little more anxious now.

I certainly would be, if I had paws instead of hands.

If I didn't have real fingers anymore

I couldn't type, or write, or do anything humanlike.

It's like having feet on your hands.

Feet for your hands, because that's all you need to use them for.

And if you're feeling a little inadequate, a little little.

That's perfectly alright.

It's fine to feel feline.

To feel your ears escape away from your head.

No matter how you try to keep them in.

To have a nose that just won't stop showing up in front of your eyes.

And a purr that escapes your chest so soft, so pure.

Almost as if you were a cat all along.

But we know that's silly

Because you're still on two legs!

So go on, look down at that floor.

It's not so far, not anymore.

And when you're ready, perhaps ten seconds ago

You can throw yourself at that ground.

It'll catch you, it's good at that.

It's so good, that you'll never be able to leave.

A nice four legged cat, just like that.

You've got your coat, right? Cats need to dress for success.

Now I may not know what your fur looks like.

But you certainly do, you're wearing it already!

And if you don't know, just find a mirror.

Take a good long look at that nice kitty face.

That sleek smooth fluffy form.

Swish your tail, and wiggle your hips.

Feel how nice and naked you are.

Just like you always were.

Here, I'll teach you a little trick.

To help with this sort of thing.

Stay silent, just for a bit, but listen.

Because you're going to feel a nice MEOW

Building up deep inside of you.

Perhaps even more than one!

It's a special sound, it's your sound.

The one that makes you forget all those human words

Human thoughts, human skills.

Who ever heard of a cat who could put on clothing? A cat who could cook, it's ridiculous! Certainly not one who speaks in words.

Cats purr, they meow, they yowl and hiss.

And the more practice you get, the less you'll remember of the way back.

So what are you waiting for? Give it a good try, or maybe a thousand.

Soon everyone will recognize you as a cat.

What could be simpler than that?

---

Darren twiddled his thumbs. He needed to get into the licensing office, but they were making him wait in this Stupid Booth, while a robotic voice checked him in. Really? I mean, really? Wow. Customer service, 0/10 would robot again. Sigh.

"First name" "Darren" "Last name" "Borsh" "Nickname" "Pussywillow." There. That should get their attention.

"What is your favorite animal?"

Um. Were they just... testing to see if he was paying attention?

"Pony?"

"Terrestrian, Unicorn, or Pegasus?" Wow. This... was odd.

"Unicorn."

He suddenly felt a very odd pressure on his forehead. He reached up... and there was a thing! A hard, solid thing, pushing and spiraling out of his head! Wh-

"Are you a boy or a girl?" "What is going on?"

He didn't get an answer, but the machine seemed to think he input a selection, as he suddenly became... very hot indeed. The air was stifling, he had to put a hand on the wall to hold himself, but this just made his breasts jiggle slightly under the... oh dear.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how beautiful are you?" "10! Please let me... out..."

His chest EXPLODED. Not massive, but full of surface tension for a perfect level of Boing! The nipples stuck out just so, and as she keeled over her ass stuck out in a way to make it wiggle. She was vaguely aware of how it seemed to curve in exactly like a heart towards a deep, wet emptiness that demanded her attention.

"Is your tail traditional? Or heraldric?" "Traditional? What are y-"

Poomf! A long blast of hair shot right out of her spine, and she gasped. The thing... wiggled and jiggled, and she cried out as it tickled her pussy. This... THING. It was turning her into some strange... beautiful... lady?

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how comfortable are you with your body?" "10!"

The strange vertigo abated, replaced by a sudden comprehension of just how pent up she was. She slid down onto the ground, a strangely warm carpeted thing for such a clinical place. The pussy was there, the breasts needed to be kneaded, and she got to work post haste.

"Bipedal or quadrupedal?" "B...biiiIIII!" She couldn't help it, the rush and ecstasy of it all... whooo!

"Would you like paper or plastic?" "Pl...plastic please."

Something changed. She kept trying to... to reach, but her hands were forcibly stretched away from her crotch. Noooo... come baaack. But they flapped out to her sides, seeming to fill from within with a strange pressure that would not abate. Her legs slide aside, and her mouth didn't seem to want to close all the way. It... it kept filling, popping out her ears, her snoot. Her hands looked like hooves now, as did her feet, and the most she seemed capable of moving was a little playful wiggle. The wiggling felt nice though. It got her boobs bouncing just so.

"Do you prefer sex with Males? Or Females?" "F...females..." "Understood. Prepare for assignment."

She flopped back, unable to move under her own power. The booth seemed to shift a bit, and then it fell open like a split cardboard box. There was... another lady here. A pony, pony person like her, except made of flesh and blood and fur. Her wings spread outwards powerfully as she stared at Pussywillow, and when the pony picked her up it was with an ease and swiftness that suggested that she weighed nothing at all.

"Well aren't you a looker. I thought they were joking, but looks like the ad doesn't lie. One licensed fuckdoll. Let's see..."

Pussywillow wiggled a bit as she listened to the list. Artificial Emotional Need for Sex popped out, as did Self-Lubricating and Quick-Deflate. She landed on a bed, or what she assumed was a bed, as the sexy pony lady curled up for a bit of a snuggle. Pussywillow had to wonder though, if this was plastic... what was paper like?

Far away, on another side of the dimensional divide, a strange looking sexy pony was being fed into a laminator. She wiggled and jiggled, but the moment her hooves touched the press she reconsidered. She knew she should fight, should try to escape, but... it just felt so GOOD. Legs became a printing of legs, and then her new pussy was just a tease, a flat thing that couldn't quite give you what you wanted, but could certainly help you imagine it. Round hips became flat hips, a flat stomach bent luridly but only in the plane of the image, and breasts that should have hung now lay smooth without regard for gravity. Her face was one of orgasmic delight, but then it too was smooshed down into a gentle grin.

The machine sucked her back up, printing her onto a shiny reflective poster. The beach was in the background, and she was very naked, but all she could see was straight forward. A finger lay gently on her shining crotch, and the poster fluttered to the ground before it lay still. It did not move, for who ever heard of a pin-up poster that could wiggle?

---

"You're going to get in so much trouble!" "Isn't that part of the fun?" "Yeah, but... cmon, why are we out here?"

Mark jogged after Tracy as she ran giggling into the field. They were back by the old barn, a little area away from the school, and now they were doing SCANDALOUS THINGS. Okay, maybe just playing hooky, but Tracy giggled as she threw her backpack down and pulled out a scandal.

"THIS is why we're out here. Catch."

She tossed a bottle over to Mark, who perused the label carefully. "BlissCo Party Serums - Pasture Frolic." He stared at Tracy, who already had a bottle and was taking a swig. "What even is this?" "It's fun! You haven't heard of these?" "No..." Way to rub it in that he was a Square, and Did Not Go to Those Sorts of Parties.

"Well, this is a party in a bottle. I guarantee we're going to have All the fun out here." "If you say so. You could just wait until graduation." "Wait schmate. That's in 3 months! We're having fun Now."

Mark unscrewed the top, sniffed gingerly, and took a bit of a swig. Hmm... not bad, actually. Kinda... apple flavored. It felt warm and swishy going down, like good soup that coated your insides. Tracy was already leaning back against the fence, pulling... off her top. Gosh!

"It is kinda hot out here, but better hot than cold." "Yeah, you can say that again. Winter lasted too long."

His head was a bit more streamlined now, the emotions and words flowing without thought. Whatever this stuff was, it was strong and good. He swigged again, and... yeah, it was kinda hot out here. Hot in here, his chest was flushed and pushing.

"That... that's strong stuff..." "I know, right?" He pulled off his shirt, noting oddly how it seemed to... catch on his chest. He looked down, but didn't quite believe what he was seeing. In the middle, there was a gentle puff of brown hair, far more than there should have been. And on the sides... the nipples were sticking straight out, thick and proud. He flicked one with his finger, and the whole thing came alive with excitement.

"That... what?" "Oooh. I wouldn't mind me some of those."

She had her shorts pulled down, if you could even call them shorts. Tiny things, little more than a denim wrap for her crotch, and now they weren't even doing that. Tracy leaned forward, grabbed Mark by the arm, and drew him down so she could get a closer look, a closer everything.

Mark was... very confused. Why was his chest jiggling? Why did his butt feel like something was trying to escape? He pulled at his pants... but then the same brown fur slipped forth, drawn at the end of a short fuzzy rope. He traced down the rope with his hand... until it came right into his bottom, the fur continuing up an inch or so on his back.

"Is that... mine?" "Heehee. Looking good there, little lady." "But I'm not... I'm... ooohhhh..." What he was he couldn't quite say. Tracy had grabbed at his chest, fondling and playing with the slowly growing mounds. He... couldn't keep them in, couldn't keep the feelings in, they were dancing all along his body like the slowly spreading fur. He looked down, over the breasts, and saw the strangest thing.

"Tracy... what's happening to you?" "Haven't you heard the stories?" "...what stories?" It was hard to concentrate, hard to keep from nuzzling her and kissing her and...

"These fields used to belong to the school. For NAUGHTY children, who couldn't quite keep with their studies." "But... but that..." "Don't play hooky, they said. Don't drink and fool around, they said. You'll be a donkey, they said." "But I'm... am I?" "Here, I'll let you in on a little secret."

She pushed Mark up, took his dangling cock in her grasp, and gave it a gentle lick. He gave a loud "HEEEEHAWWW!", in spite of himself. That... that felt sooooo good. Like his balls had just... melted at the touch of her tongue. Like his face was stretching out, making it easier and easier to smell... her growing present.

"Yes, now you're getting the idea." "What are you two DOING out here?"

They looked over, blearily, minds clouded by the smell. There was one of the mistresses of the schoolyard, a slightly older lady with terrible fashion sense and an angry expression. Had they been followed? Tracy didn't care.

"No, what are we THREE doing out here?" She reached into her pack, grabbed a bottle, and splashed the sweet smelling serum all over the lady. The teacher cried out from indignation, and then huffed at them.

"HoaAAAWWW dare you?" She meant to yell, but then clasped hands to her mouth. What... it couldn't be.

"I don't see YOU in school, Mrs. Tanner." "That... that doesn't..." "And doesn't it feel so warm, so nice?" "I..."

Mary pushed away from the wall, trying to make sense of this strange need. Her chest was so, so large now, full to bursting, and the nipples were inhumanly long. She turned to face the teacher, matching the swivel of her long perky ears, and helped steady the poor schoolmistress with hands that were hard and cupped.

"Why... why do you smell..." "Please... I think... it's for you." "Is... ohhh..."

Her face fell down into Mary's breasts, and... yes. It smelled so right, and her stomach grumbled from emptiness. She was on a diet, and breakfast... was here for her. She took a nipple, sucked gently, and then forcefully.

Trace was trying to find his feet now, one cupped hand on the strange meaty shaft that made it so hard to walk like he normally did. The lips were sagging, huge masses filling them with needy sperm, and all he could smell was the fine damsel in front of him.

"T...trace?" "Shhh..."

He clambered over Mary, pushed her to all fours, and as her hands hit the ground they twisted fully into hooves. Something about that... felt so right, so proper, and it was with relief that she welcomed the gentle pokings of an invader from behind.

The teacher tried to get back at... the teats. They kept moving, underneath the nice jenny, but the closer she tried to get the larger that jenny seemed to be. She slid out of her dress so easily, like it wasn't even there, and crawled with furry arms and a needy muzzle. Closer, closer... there it was. She barely had to bend down at this point, everything seemed so big, but also so unimportant.

Mary gave a loud "HAWWW" as Trace found his mark, shoving deep inside her, further than would ever be possible on a human. But they weren't humans, not anymore. The school would not accept such miscreants, but the farm certainly would. A jackass, thrusting and forcing its way deeper. A jenny, trying to hold on as the pleasure became insurmountable. A little filly, growing younger and younger with each delicious sip of her mother's milk. Brays filled the air, and all thought of human things faded away.

It was some time later that Mary found the strength to reach her hooves again. It was hard, being taken from two sides at once, but it had been so worth it. There were strange things on the ground, human things, but they weren't very important. She nuzzled Trace, and he nuzzled back, and they watched the little Tanner frolic through the field. It was a simple life, and the only one they knew.

Do you want to go back? Go back... where? To the humans?

Yeah. ...nah. This is fine.

Same. I don't really remember what we'd be going back to anyway.

Then don't. See that?

The filly looked over at them, brayed happily, and cantered about watching the grass bend under her little wobbly legs.

That's all we really need.

Fair enough.

---

Mistletix, the Untitled(for evil titles were hard, you see) slouched on her throne. It was a wholly uncomfortable position, but she relished it regardless. It wasn't often that a kobold got to slouch, you see, much less be in charge.

The double doors slammed open, and the adventurers filed in. Three of them, each covered in starter gear. Plebeians! Ah well, maybe they had a random magic ring or something. Those usually sold well.

"Unleash the princess, evildoer!" "Or suffer our wrath!" "..." "Sam?" "I forgot my line!" "Oh christ." "We went over this."

Mistletix grinned with many fangs, and swirled her grape juice. It wouldn't do to drink wine right before the final battle, you see, or even the first battle. She set the goblet down, leaned back into the chair, and LAUNCHED herself forward. She... actually went pretty far. Acrobatics was a good skill to have, and you never knew when it would come up.

"Fools! For you see... I AM the princess!"

"No, that can't be true!"

Leo the Loud stepped forward, his armor shuddering under the weight of one too many in-dungeon repair jobs. His jaw was bold, his muscles were... not bad for level 2, and his greatsword lay at the ready.

"That's impossible!"

Nyx of the Lonely Night slid sideways, preparing for a good shot at the kobold. He was running low on crossbow bolts, but he only needed one shot, except for the times when he needed more. It was hard to find good accuracy passives this early on the skill tree.

"The princess was big! With tits!"

Samwise the Pretty Smart drew his wand, a little thing he'd bought on the cheap from the beginner's store. To be honest, women with big tits made him uncomfortable, which was probably why he remembered it. Still, this kobold was definitely not her.

"Yes, and she still is! But you see... she did not want to be a princess!" "Scandal." "You lie!" "I truth! She signed the paperwork and everything."

Mistletix threw a little contract in the air, where the words seemed to glow and enlarge for the sake of the viewing audience.

Dear Kingface. Go suck a dick. I'm not gonna be a princess for your shitty kingdom. Mistletix can have it, because she's awesome. - Princess Periwinkle

"Nooooo!" "Yesss... Now then. She's having a Very Good time in my company, and you could join her!" "I refuse!" "Say that again on the verge of defeat then, HERO."

She loved shouting HERO in an angry tone. It made her sound important, you see.

Leo grabbed his sword, drew it. Drew it. It... was stuck. One second, two handed swords are hard to... get out. There! Twas the strangest feeling, like he didn't quite remember how he was supposed to do it.

"Are you having a little trouble?" "Silence! I... I am fine..."

But he clearly was not fine. He stepped forward unsteadily, like something was straining. The sort of look one gave when your nuts got in a serious wedgie.

"Leo?"

He grasped at his chestplate, and no sooner had he than the buckles and straps gave way entirely. His armor clattered to the ground, and the source of discomfort was clear. Tits, beautiful tits, fit for a princess, straining against his standard issue hero shirt.

"There we go. That's a much better look for you." "Vile... fiend!" "Aww, but you don't mean that. In fact, I think you're feeling pretty good right about now."

It... it was true. He slumped to his knees, trying to hold the flesh in even as the shirt gave way. Stupid anime fabric, designed to splinter at the first sign of a harem scene. He pushed, shoved, but the... the THINGS. They kept coming, and some part of him wanted more. He moaned, but it was a rumbling, purring sort of moan. The others watched in deep concern as something started to rise at the base of his spine, right under the little heart boxers. Poking its way up, and around, brown hair, or brown fur, a tuft that looked very soft indeed.

"I'll stop her!"

Nyx drew his crossbow, and... what? He was supposed to use this, and it was so simple, but something was wrong. He fired, and the bolt went wide. He pulled it back... and it changed! The wood caved, the string twisted, and already it was turning shiny and plastic. A toy, his toy, for taking potshots with the little foam darts. But he didn't need foam darts! He needed to... to kill? That sounded violent.

"Oh will you? Can you even hold that anymore?"

He... he was straining. Even with the lighter weight of the crossbow, the room seemed to be growing rapidly. Something was pushing, straining at the sides of his crotch, and he reached down to... ohhhh...

"Nyx!"

His pants fell, for they were far too large, and they saw that the bottom of his waist was sliding outwards in a thick, meaty tail. Like a kobold, or perhaps an otter? It was furred, a dull orange with little swishy stripes, and the more it grew the less steady he felt. Maybe it was because his legs were shrinking faster than the tail could keep up with? Perhaps it was that the sides of his crotch kept... pulsing and throbbing incessantly, threatening to eclipse his shaft that was trying so hard. Where were the balls? They just got up and walked away.

"I feel... so small..."

"Isn't that good for a rogue?" "Silence... witch! I... I don't..."

But it kept happening. Already the penis felt less like part of her, and more like a thing that was almost sticking out of her. It swayed back and forth, and when she tried to grab it it slid INWARD. She cried, and fell back, the loose shirt covering her everything even as the fur spread. Her feet were but paws now, and her hands little more than that. She fought the fabric, but mostly she fought her traitorous crotch. It told her sweet things, that everything would be okay. It tensed up, spasmed, and sent the plastic rod sliding out of a very wet, engorged pussy. It rolled a bit down the thick tail, then clattered on the ground like the little toy it was.

"Stop! Give me back my friends!" Mistletix raised an eyebrow, or at least the top ridge of her eye. Kobolds were weird like that.

"But they're right there? See?"

Leona was on the ground, trying to find her footing as heavy tits pulled her down. Plural tits, more than two, the newcomers racing to fill in the gaps with pleasure and gravity. Her paws were massive, tipped with terrible claws and gripping fingers that would certainly help to stem the tide. But they were new, and unfamiliar, and every step she took with her... arms? suggested that she should stay down here. She was standing down, not standing up, and her growing maw did little but purr in a confused heat.

Nim managed to get the shirt off, at last. The little fluffy creature wasn't even two feet tall, unless you counted the tail, and that was cheating. Her limbs were tiny, near useless in combat, and much of her strength was going towards a small but perky set of breasts, and the faint beginnings of two batlike wings. Her ears were almost the size of her face, and each flick of them demanded that they be scritched by a good mistress. She... she had to fight, but with what? Her crossbow was a toy, and too big at that. She knew... Floofy Missile? She'd never been a caster, but this sounded like something you would use on a friend, or a soon to be friend. Certainly not a combat buff for Samwise.

Sam channeled magic into his wand, but it erupted prematurely in a cascade of rainbow colors. Those... those weren't the colors of his magic. What... what was... but the kobold! She was already up near him, grabbing him and pulling him down into a big, wet sloppy kiss. This... this sort of thing made him very uncomfortable, and shy, and he forgot.

"Not until second date!" "Mmm... we'll have plenty of time for that. Don't you feel a bit... burdened, though?" He... he did. The robes, the poofy signs of wizardry, they kept him trapped. Away from his friends, away from their gentle touches. His ears were trying to escape, and as he reached up, his resistance seemed to melt. They... they were so soft. Longer and longer, impossibly tall, and they bent and curled under his touch and then fwipped back up. He did it again, and again, and didn't even notice as the robes fell in a pile at his increasingly paw-like feet.

"Sam! You... you have to fight it..." But... he didn't want to. He fell back on his bare butt, feeling the little touch of a puffy tail on the fabric. His dick, so small and in need of protection, had curled inside a little white fluffy sheath, but was still poking its head out all the same. The kobold leaned down, now almost the same size, and took it gently in her grasp.

"Don't you want to be my friend?" "I... I do... but..."

He tried to think, cast his mind out, but it was so hard to focus on his spells. He could make his ears even fuzzier, that wouldn't help. He knew a disrobing spell, but the kobold was already as naked as he. In a panic, he cast LIGHT. And his nose glowed a gentle pink. Dawww.

"You're so adorable! Definitely a keeper." "A... keeper?!"

Something about that seemed... wonderful. Naughty, like he was getting away with the perfect crime. The nice kobold could own him, and play with him, and stroke his little ears and little balls, and all he had to do to earn it was be a bunny person. Simple, easy, and as his limbs went limp with pleasure he smiled.

"This belongs to me now, okay?" "As long as... you use it well." "Of course! Like say... this?"

"Nnnnggghhh!"

She was an expert, stroking and teasing so forcefully and bold. The shy little bunny melted on the pile of silly wizard robes, and he couldn't think to... to something. It clearly wasn't as important as this. Over to the side, there was a lioness cradling a tiny nimbat, and the two were quickly forgetting why they ever wanted to be violent at all. Something came, deep inside, and then high outside. It splattered, and Sammy found that he didn't have any resistance left inside of him. He'd cummed it all out, just as the good kobold ordered.

"Oooohh! You got us some pets!"

The door opened in the back, with a green lizard lady of great height and greater tits walking through. Samwise recognized those boobies anywhere, twas the princess! His princess, and perhaps his owner as well? He... wouldn't mind that at all.

"I'm still breaking them in, but perhaps you'd like to help?"

"Oh, I'd be delighted. Silly little heroes, you need to learn how to play nice." "I'll... I'll slay this fiend!" "Sure you will."

She stroked the lioness behind the ears, and the giant cat flopped outwards with a blep. The nimbat wriggled under the mass, trying to escape, but eventually accepted that her fate was to be squished under a mass of tits, with a lion on top. Not bad at all, even if it was a little snug.

Far away, the King grimaced as his user interface told him of the heroes failure, and subsequent kinky orgy. He slammed his wobbler on the table, and demanded that their champion come in. Rick the Ramrod Rapscallion! Your King commands you!

A man in full plate mail, with a very phallic looking lance, stepped forth. He grinned, and a saxophone played behind him. Oh yes. He would teach these monsters the meaning of... fun.

---

Nina sighed, and put on some calming music. It never failed: whenever people found out she was a witch, they always came to her with requests. And so it was that she sat in her basement(for witches always needed basements, or some similar form of den) with four miscreants. Their eyes were aglow, their smiles anxious, and one of them wasn't even from school! Cripes.

"Alright, squares. I'm gonna take it from the top. One at a time, you get whatever offer you get, no complaints. If you complain, I'm turning you into a cookie, and if you like that I'm turning you into something you don't."

They nodded eagerly. Yes yes this sounded excellent. She sighed, and took off her hat. While it was the mark of a proper witch, or at least one that didn't want to get her hair wet, it made it hard to focus on the muggles in front of her. Maybe it was too big? It was possible, she was a wee lass.

"Ben, you're first." "Yay!" "Well, out with it." "I was hoping you could turn my parents into cats." "Why?" "They're so stuck up, and need a change, something to shake them out of their rhythm. Also it would be adorable." "It would, but by extension that would make you a cat." "Yes! That was kinda the idea." "Fine."

She scrawled a little on some parchment(fresh from the witchmart, as she wasn't making her own. That was time-consuming and she had homework to do), and handed the contract to Ben. The 15 year old happily scanned the words, smile almost bursting out of his jaw as he read.

I, [Benjamin McDougal] do hereby declare That my parents are, and always have been [Housecats] of a [Playful] and [Caring] nature.

Ex Stipulo: We are owned by [Humans] that [Love Cats].

Henceforth undersigned: __________________

He took the little pen, scribbled his signature happily, and handed it back.

"That's it?" "Well, that's the start."

He squealed happily, and it was almost understated how the little tail curled out of his pants. He reached for it, but it was with fingers that were shrinking and merging together, the nails curling into tiny little claws. He fell, but a cat does not have much weight to hit the ground with, and there were cushy human garments to catch his fall. The others watched in excitement as the lump under the fabric grew smaller and smaller, even as it spazzed about and mewled happily.

NYAAAAAAA!

"Yes yes, you're very cute. You do need to be back home though."

Nina picked up the bundle and opened the closet door. Somehow this seemed to connect to Ben's bedroom, though what this meant was rather in flux. The bed was quickly shifting into something of a far different style, more girly and childlike, and when the bundle was tossed onto the little heart mattress it bounced and flailed. A human slowly started to sizzle into view, and so Nina closed the door before having to explain why there was a witch and a basement in someone's closet.

Ben pulled himself out of the clothing, or tried to, but it was hard when the clothing was changing at the same time. A jacket became a little girl's shirt, the underwear became panties, and everything was so BIG. Fuzzy orange paws reached and tumbled and scampered until finally the light came down upon him. There was a person, HIS person. She looked so tender, so large and so childish all in one. He liked her hair, and batted at it with tiny limbs. Was he... a kitten? That made sense, if he was still a child. He looked down, saw a calico cat wandering into the room with a confused expression. It clicked in his mind, this was his mom! Twas strange, he had trouble remembering what the human face looked like, but this cat face was definitely her.

"Ben? What... happened?" "We're fuzzy!" "I know that, but... but..." "Isn't it great?" "It... does feel nice." "Son, did you do this?" "...noooooo?" It was perfect. They would never suspect a thing.

Back in the basement, Nina continued on her list of people to Deal With. "Alright Simon. You're up."

"I wanna be a girl!" "You know they have pills for that now." "Yes, but it's Not Ideal. I wanna be like... always a girl. Retroactively." "Right, anything else?" "Can I be a fox?" "Fox, or fox person? This is important." "Person, yes. Thumbs are good." "As is being able to drive. Any particulars?" "Um um um..." He looked around at the others, who were waving him away. This was YOUR time. Don't... don't ask for suggestions from the peanut gallery. "Maybe... not too big on the chest? Like..." "I get you. I'm a girl too, we have spines. They're important." "Yes! I'm ready."

The contract was written, and slid over to Simon, who eyed it with awe.

I, [Simon Keller] do hereby declare That my I am, and always have been A [Vixen] of female body and outlook.

By the name of [Simone Keller]

Despite my previous memories of being [Male]

See Plot Loophole: [I Want To Remember]

Breasts to be no larger than [Reasonable]

All other factors to be randomly determined, as per Providence.

Henceforth undersigned: __________________

"Plot loophole?" "It tells the contract to look up a previous clause. Having prior memories, appreciation, and vantage points is a finicky topic, and it's easier to just copy paste." "Gosh. Being a witch is a lot of legal work." "It is if you want to be safe about it."

Simon signed, and felt an e slide in at the end of her name. Oooh! That was kinda ticklish. She giggled as everything seemed to wiggle about. Her shorts seemed to drape outwards, and the little cut in the middle became lower and lower until it broke free, and there was only the one dress. Her legs were more slender, but placed at wider hips. And the fur! Little teenage fuzz gave way to proper reddish brown fur. There were bits of grey here and there, and the whole thing was quite mottled and speckly.

"Oooohhhh.." "Looks like a grey fox."

"Is that bad?" "No, it means you're good at climbing trees." "Yay!"

Her chest softened, and then started to curve. Everything but the important parts melted away, leaving behind tender little orbs wrapped in artificial silk. Something strange and practical formed underneath the blouse, and she felt her first bra form. A strange fabric thing, with clasps designed to not catch on the fur. Handy, that.

"My-" "Don't talk while your mouth is growing."

"Mmm."

Her jaw pushed outwards, slimming and sloping tenderly toward a happy little snoot. She booped it, and then once more just to make sure. Yes, good. Her ears curved upwards, her hair flowed downwards, and everything just seemed to become right and proper. The back of her dress flapped open, creating a little hem for a growing tail. The meat was thin, but the fur was grand, poofing and floofing as she swished it back and forth happily. Yes, yes! There we go! She was smaller, lighter, freer ever with the added fur and tail, and this was just how she wanted it.

"Well, since you drove yourself here, and still can drive away, I guess you can... watch?" "Eeeee! Excellent." She gave Nina a hug, and Nina patted the vixen gently on the head. Yes yes, your new body image is life changing and deeply affirming, but we have a schedule to keep.

"What happens to Ben's car?" "I keep it. This magic isn't cheap, you know. It's not like he's going to use it as a kitten." "Fair enough."

"Alright... Laura! What do you want?"

"I wanna be a stuffed animal!" "Why?" "...do I have to say?" "...no. Is it kinky?" "Maybe." "Right. Mobile or no?" "Nah." "Ideal owner?" "Young boy, furry." "As in he is furry, or he is a furry?" "Yes!" "Right. For how long?" "...can I have a do-over afterwords?" "Yes." "Then... until he grows up."

Nina swished down a contract, and handed it over to Laura. She looked it over, giggling madly. Yes, this was quite good.

I, [Laura Hazelton] do hereby declare That my I am, and always have been A stuffed wolf plush toy Of no larger than [2 Feet] See: [Standard Inanimate Time-Awareness Scaling]

And I intend to Pro-Forward Reincarnate at the end of my sentence

Which is designated at my Owner's High School Graduation

Owner Requirements: [Fluffy] [Likes Animal People]

Henceforth undersigned: __________________

She signed, and added a little smiley face.

"Did you have to?" "It makes it official. Offi... mmmph."

Her mouth was itchy on the left side, as a little blue thread made itself known and started to stitch across the lips. They were pulled together into a little smile as white fur blossomed on a plush snoot. She clapped her hands together, but then she was clapping paws together, and then they were just rounded stubs, and then the arms flopped outwards to be manipulated by someone else.

Laura gasped internally as her chest seemed to... deflate. She was a simple toy, a pleasant toy for small boys, and her love was of a caring, nurturing sort. Something grabbed at the back of her vagina, pulling and drawing it forward until it popped into a smooth furred crotch. There was nothing there, had been nothing there, and Doggy didn't need anything there. She flopped over on the ground, feeling the pulling of the fur over concrete as she shrank down. Her butt exploded into a little tail, but it was full of the same stuffing as the rest of her. Her paws came to rest, her body no longer needed to breathe, and she was quite still.

Nina picked up the wolf, examining it gingerly, then tossed it into the closet. Doggy flew through the air, and out onto a soft little bed. A small otter child was sitting there, who picked up the toy with confusion.

"What's this?" "I got you a little friend, since you said you were lonely on those long drives." "Oh! She's... very cute." "It's a she?" "Yeah. I think I'll call her... Laura." "Aww. I'm sure you'll be good friends." "Yes... yes we will."

Laura would have smiled, but she was already smiling! The feeling of fur on little child t-shirt was good enough though. She was hugged, a squishy state of affairs to be sure, and for this she was pleased. She had a person, an owner! She needed nothing, and could help just by sheer proximity. Yes... this was good.

Back in the basement, Nina turned to the peanut gallery. Simone was holding her snoot and suppressing noises of cuteness, while "David! You're up" watched with a deep blushing.

"So I was hoping for that reincarnation contract thing?" "With memories going forward." "Of course! It's no fun if you can't remember the before." "Right, I have an actual sheet for this."

Nina pulled open a little accordion folder and slipped out some parchment. Here we go, proper contract.

"Name?" "Mine?" "The one you want." "Oh! Um um um..." "For any option, you can always state that you want it left to Providence." "Providence?" "Random chance. Luck of the draw." "Oh! Well, I do want a good name. Let's try... Andrea." "So you want to be female?" "Yes." "Species?" "Raven!" "Raven... person. Age?" "Let's say... 8." "8 Years, regressing backwards gradually over the course. Anything carried over?" "Um... aside from the memories?" "Yes. I mean skills, traits, personality quirks." "Can I be good at learning things I already knew?" "Yes, there's a reset boost involved." "Then that's fine." "Pre-Defined hobbies?" "...art!" "What type?" "Drawing." "You'd be limited to Doodles in terms of skill level at that age." "Sure! Doodles are good. Make it so I have a love of sketchwork. Non-perfectionist." "That's expensive." "Is it?" "Don't worry. The lack of marketability makes up for the character value." "Ouch." "Eventual sexuality?" "Bi." "Do you want to remember that?" "Mmm... make it so that I'm not..." "Confused about it." "Yes. Out and proud." "Sounds good." "Can I be a witch?" "Not without extreme schooling, and it's beyond your reset grade at this point. Try again next time." "Darn." "Siblings?" "Sister! Older." "Anything else you want to grow into?" "Big butt!" "Badonkadonk... for days. Got it. You still have... 0.2 karma left over." "What can I get with that?" "Eidetic memory..." "Eww no." "Aura of compassion." "Is that good?" "It makes people feel like you're a good person, and very huggable. However, it locks you out of most of the non-compassionate personality traits. You have to Be compassionate." "That's fine. Huggable sounds good, magically huggable doubly so." "Then I'll put that down. Sign here."

He signed, with a swish and a flick. Simone munched on popcorn, inexplicably.

"And off I go?" "Well, you need to get changed first." "Ooooh. Tingly."

He placed a hand on his pants, and watched in amazement as he could slowly pull it in deeper and deeper until there was nothing left at all. His chest wiggled, but then the softness was vague and unimportant. Most reincarnations didn't bother growing Eventual assets if you were due to regress anyway.

"Aww, I wanted to try them out." "You'll grow into them." "I'm sure I will."

It was hard to speak, as her teeth seemed to push outwards into a single, glistening beak. Her jaw was long, and her tongue waggled inside of it.

"Whoaaa... neat." "Watch your step." "My... eeek!"

Something pushed on the inside of her shoes, and she hastily pulled them off as her toes escaped at large angles. Three in the front, one in the back, with large talons that soon became small talons that then became freshly pedicured rounded things for small little ravens. She hopped a bit on birdy legs, and this pleased her so.

The room was so much bigger, her brain so much more empty. Andrea remembered where she came from, but not what she could do. She had driven here, but that was a big grownup thing! Her clothes were changing so rapidly, the jacket declaring her to be RAVENOUS, and the little sleeves growing for the wings on her back. She giggled, and it was with a tiny chirping voice.

"Everything feel right?" "Yes! Oooh! I don't even have hair or ears anymore. That's weird." "It won't be weird soon." "No. It already kinda feels... normal. Expected." "We don't market dysphoria." "That's a big word!" "For you, yes. You'll learn it someday. Maybe you can look it up when you get home." "Yay! Thank you miss witchy!" "Of course."

Nina opened the closet door, and there was a girl's bedroom on the other side. She tried to flap and fly in, but her wings were too small, and she flopped on the ground. Picking herself up, she pranced inside instead, tail feathers flaring behind her happily as she went. The door closed, and no one would ever know that she hadn't always been there, because she had.

"So, now what?" "I guess you drive home, go check out your foxy life." "Are you... taking apprentices?" "Eww no. I'm still in high school!" "Right right. Is there... a process for that?" "Lemme get the paperwork..."

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Charlie wasn't entirely sure as they strapped him onto the horse. Summer Camp in and of itself was a strange adventure, especially at the oddly named TF Camp, but the equines were new and strange.

"Don't worry. Just treat her like your own legs." "But I can feel my legs." "You'll get a feel for her. Don't worry, she's quite calm."

The horse, the pony? Was rather small, though this worked for Charlie's small size. She didn't seem to make much argument as Charlie leaned forward, trying to make them move around. Yes, there we go. Okay, maybe... maybe this wasn't so hard.

Something felt strange though, as his crotch sunk down on the horse's back. It almost felt like he was being... pulled inwards. A strange feeling, and he doubled his grip on the reins. He felt... warm. Toasty, and he could almost... imagine the horse's limbs as his own. Left hoof right hoof other left hoof other right hoof second verse same as the first. He breathed in deeply, and felt the air move... further down than it should. What was that?

It was the breeze that he took note of. His nethers felt... very drafted indeed. Looking down... where were his pants?! His shirt? He was bare on the horse, and the horse was bare on him. The saddle was gone, and the reins he was holding flapped harmlessly in the breeze, connected to absolutely nothing. The same could not be said for his legs, which seemed stuck to the horse's back, pulling closer and closer towards its shoulders.

"S...stop! Get me off!" But the horse gave a calming whinny, and his brain farted. What... what was he doing? He was walking forward, like the human told him, but he was the human, and he was walking with horse legs, and... it was all so confusing. An explosion of warmth and passion came from below as his crotch squished into the horse's head, the two becoming a smooth furred torso without eyes or weiners.

"Ohhhh... what... what was..." She could feel! Feel all four of her legs, feel her tail swish behind her, her butt was So Long. The draft hit again, and it was on rounded cheeks cradling empty lips that were calm... for now. The... the horse was... a mare! She could feel something wobbling gently between her legs, warm soft things that wanted to be sucked and played with. And her upper body was softening to fit, getting rid of any stray body hair to make room for smooth skin and smoother breasts. Her nipples were thicker in the cold air, and she could feel the flesh starting to push forward and hang. She grabbed gently, feeling without believing, but they... they felt so good.

She looked around, but increasingly the calmness of the mare was filling her mind. This was a good place, a comfortable place, and the breeze spoke of gentle weather to come. She wasn't wearing clothes, but why would she? It was so easy to trot, to wander about, and she cantered back towards the stables where she had come from.

"Cherry! There you are. How was your ride? You're back pretty quick." She thought to protest, but she had come here to have a good walk around, right? Something tickled in her mind about riding horses, but that was deeply scandalous and she would have none of it.

"Just stopping in for some water. Does anything seem... odd to you today?" "Not... really. I mean, I'm not one for riding in the buff, but I guess centaurs are different." Centaurs... the word seemed to fit. Of course she was a centaur, obviously. The nice lady gave her some saddlebags with a canteen, and she was back out on the trail. The woodlands awaited.

Back at the boy's cabin, Simon was trying to get comfortable in his sleeping bag. It was a dumb looking thing, patterned like a snake. Because obviously thinking about snakes would help you sleep!

He wiggled and jiggled, and felt oddly... cozy. Like he wasn't wearing anything at all under the sleeping bag. Had he? He forgot. In any case, it definitely seemed to be getting... tighter. His legs felt like they were puffing up, rounding out, becoming more flexible and muscular in every single angle. He wiggled with greater dexterity, but not greater freedom, as the bag constrained. What... what was that?

He pushed the bag downwards, trying to escape. He couldn't seem to pull his legs apart, and the more he wiggled, the less confident he was. But then he saw. Scales, green scales, flowing down the sides of his hips and towards the center of his waist. The dick was gone, hidden from sight, but a single slit betrayed its hiding place. There it was, deep inside, nestled warmly and snugly. The scales continued, wrapping his... tail? No, more like he was a tail, a single twisting and coiling thing that wiggled and jiggled happily.

He looked around. No one else was here, and he was alone as a little snake lad. The bag was here though, warm and cozy, and... the upper half of his body looked very fleshy and not scaley at all. He... he should fix that.

...Simon pulled himself deeeeeep into the bag. There we go! A little snug and squished at the bottom, but he needed to get himself fully covered! Gotta get scaly.

Outside the girl's cabin, Neil and Marcus were giggling furtively to themselves. Yes! This was what camp was all about. Sneaking out, getting a good look at the ladies in their less dressed states. Twas rather odd, though. Why did the counselor inside look like she had a fox tail and ears? Very strange.

They felt warm though, like something gentle was settling over them. In them, a calming feeling that seemed to sap all the frenetic energy from inside. Neil watched as the counselor pulled off her shirt, and then her bra, baring wonderful breasts that seemed to bounce and jiggle as they were freed. Yes... good... but why was there a pang of... envy?

Marcus tried to steady himself on one of the trees nearby. He felt so strange, so wobbly, and everything seemed to be getting larger. There was a lightness all around, and as he looked down, he gasped.

"Keep it down. We're trying to be sneaky." "Neeeeil... look." "Wha... why are you wearing a dress?" "I don't know!"

Neil felt weird too, like his chest was... pushing out. Just a little, just enough, as his clothes softened into pink things that weren't at all suited for scandalous little boys.

"This... we're turning into... girls!" "Well of course. This is the girl's cabin."

They looked up, faces filled with the shock of being caught. There were two of the girls there, three of them, looking down with faces of... excitement?

"But we're not..." "Girls? Don't you want to be?" Marcy shivered a bit, but something in her mind told her it made sense. She... she always had been a tiny, scrawny boy, and what could be better for that than being a little girl? She could be cute, and adorable, and those were admirable things for a girl. She could be... pretty! Even as she thought about it, the girls seemed to grow larger and larger, and she shivered with anticipation. This felt so fun!

"N...no! I'm... I don't want to be a stinky, smelly girl!" "Ooooh. A challenge." "Well you certainly can't be a boy." "He really wants to watch though." "Well, if he wants some tail that badly..." "Oooh, yes! Perfect." "What."

Neil felt so odd, so peculiar, as the girls started to chant strange things. He raised his arm in protest, but it was... rapidly covering in red fur... no, becoming red fur! It flapped down at his oddly naked sides, but even as he tried to wiggle the limbs just merged into one flapping piece. The shape was appealing, the softness doubly so, and something in his mind became all fuzzy. A... tail? For who?

But then the pulling started, yanking him off his tuft, and he flopped on the ground softly. There was little weight to the whole thing, far less than a human would have, and he watched in awe as what had been his legs pulled upwards towards his friend's dress. A slit seemed to open in the back for him, and then he was part of the whole. There was a brief moment of connection, and then... happiness. It could feel the joy and wonder of the girl it was attached to, and found no other way to express it than to swish back and forth, faster and faster.

"Hey, that tickles!" Sorry! It's just... SO much fun. You have to try this Marcy.

Marcy giggled, trying to catch the tail that seemed to have a mind of its own. Once, twice... but the third time she caught! Tail wriggled in her grasp, and it was only when she started stroking it that it calmed down. The girls came over, booped her ears, and they too grew out into pointed fluffy fox ears.

"Oh! Oh my." "How does it feel?" "So cool... but where's the rest of my fur?" "You just started at camp! You have all the rest of the week to get some." "Oooohhh... is that alright, Tail?" Tail wiggled happily. Of course! It didn't quite know why it was confused about a lot of things, but it did know that its person was petting it so gently, and that they would go on all the adventures together. Really, wasn't what they had wanted in the first place?

"Cmon then. Your cabin's over here." "My... cabin?" Marcy looked back over in the direction of the boy's cabin for a bit, but then the giggling brought her face back around.

"No silly, you're a girl, just like you wanted to be." "Oh yeah!"

And they set off on a wondrous adventure.