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Spare Change

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Dcrest13

WARNING: This story contains: transformation, human to raccoon, magic, live streaming, hyper cock, hyper balls, excessive cum, muscle growth, immobilization, hair growth, musk, body hair, sweat, anal donut, and more. If you aren't 18, or none of this interests you in the slightest (or you are turned off by using magic to transform unwitting participants), then you might as well find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"So you are absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" the grey-bearded man asked, looking at Ralph. "There will be no going back on this."

"I've waited my whole life to be able to transform," Ralph replied. He glanced down at the form in his hand, in the standard, overly technical bureaucratic language that said he was fit and qualified enough to undergo the process to be magically transformed from a human into an anthropomorphic animal, the Change as it's better known.

He'd been on the waiting list for years to be approved for the Change, nearly his whole adult life. There was a whole litany of tests and examinations to undergo, to see if a candidate can physically and mentally handle the Change, or if there was an aura of magic that could sustain the change. So many rules and regulations: it was a pain in the ass to navigate, to redo, to retake time and time again.

But he was adamant and determined. Even at a young age, he knew being a human wasn't "right" for him, that something always felt off. So he had dabbled in the temporary transformations, the ones that a potion or a simple spell would place on the user for a day or two at a time, and eventually realized that being a raccoon was his actual being, the body form that he dreamed to become. But they were only temporary, and couldn't be used constantly, so at best could only sate the feeling of being in his "right" body.

But then Ralph hit the other problem with the Change: the cost. While most countries had long since made the Change part of their universal healthcare system, hospitals in the United States still charged tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of dollars to provide the Change. And, well, Ralph simply didn't have the insurance to make it happen, or that kind of money sitting around, or the ability to get a loan, or anything.

He was crushed. Defeated. So close to his dream, yet so far... Approval to be able to even do the Change was useless without actually being able to do it.

But that is where the man with the beard came in. Currently sitting across from Ralph in the fast food joint, casually manipulating a french fry on the table with the unseen powers of his magic abilities. Of course, there were other, more cost-effective (if riskier) ways to undergo the Change: any sufficiently trained wizard could perform the magic required to change another's body, but it took a huge amount of skill and practice to do it, so only the best wizards, hired by the best hospitals, normally perform the service. But some wizards, especially younger ones without a chance to get into the academies or hospitals after years of study would instead hawk their services online. Why this wizard, who called himself Doctor Veranderung, was offering the service for a single grand, many, many times less the actual price, Ralph didn't know, nor care.

"The majority of the people that I provide this service do enjoy the change and feel much better with their lives," the middle aged wizard said. "But some have come to regret it, realizing that it isn't what they actually wanted. But the cost to revert is just as, if not much higher, than the Change in the first place. So you have to think of this carefully."

"I've thought about this for too long. No. I'm doing it. Sign me up!" Ralph exclaimed. "Make me a raccoon! I will do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything!"

Doctor Veranderung blinked once, twice, then his mouth twisted into a grin. "Well then. Of course. Tomorrow, we shall make a new you."

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"Goooooooood afternoon, ladies and gents, and welcome to another livestream!"

Doctor Veranderung stood in front of a camera and his rather expensive computer set up, wearing a gaudy and outlandish wizard costume, something that wizards would have worn five hundred years before if they wanted to standout and advertise that, yes, they were wizards: a dark blue cloak with silver medallions embedded in, and with a tall hat bent at the top, and an assortment of golden rings and jewels on his fingers. He had a pair of large gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose, and his beard seemed even longer than it was yesterday.

Most wizards preferred to just wear modern business suits. There was a debate, sometimes acrimonious, years ago about how casual a wizard could even be when they were on the job.

Ralph, as a normal, non-magic human, didn't have to worry about that. He was dressed in a red t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, and sat on a chair on the other edge of the stage, nervously twiddling his thumbs and bouncing his leg in nervous anticipation. Much like the wizard's outfit, it seemed to have been designed to look like all the ancient stereotypes of a magic user: painted styrofoam bricks made up a dungeon like look, while several books shelves lined the back of the room, though all of the books were simply cardboard recreations. And on a table nearby, a large chemistry set bubbled and steamed and generally looked busy.

They were in an old warehouse on the edge of town, which Doctor Veranderung seemed to have been using for a while now for his live streaming magic shows. There were signs throughout the old building of explosions, and glowing artifacts of old shows and experiments gone wrong (or right!) all over.

Doubts set in that maybe he had picked the wrong underpriced wizard for this: he seemed to be more interested in showmanship than the actual magic.

"Today, we have a special treat in store," Doctor Veranderung said. "It isn't very often that I get to do this, but today I have a new friend along for one of the most challenging, but most rewarding, of all the skills that a wizard can do: that of the much desired and wanted Change!"

His computer lit up, with many electronic ding-ding-dings quickly filling the room, making the wizard grin.

"Oh, I know how much you all loved the last one a couple months ago, but now we get a new one!"

The doctor now turned to Ralph and motioned him over. Ralph took a deep breath and stood up and walked over beside the wizard, who grabbed him roughly and pulled him into the camera shot.

"This here is Ralph. Say hello Ralph!"

"H-hello," Ralph managed to stammer out, as he saw the number of viewers of the livestream: over three hundred people! The multi-coloured names on the chat window flew by in a breeze.

"Alright, let's get Ralph set up," the wizard said, before walking Ralph to the middle of the room, and with a wave of his hand, iron chains that were hanging from the ceiling clamped around Ralph's wrists, while some more latched around his ankles, locking him into place. "We can't have Ralph get away on us now, can we?" the doctor said with a laugh, which made Ralph feel a bit uneasy.

"So, let's go over the rules," Doctor Veranderung said. "Our new friend here wants to be turned into a raccoon, and wants to do it on the cheap. Well, that is easy enough. But as we all know, the Change is actually incredibly expensive, so to make up for the rest of the cost for my time, you folks will get the chance to have a say in how we go about it. You pay me in order to make some... alterations to Ralph's final transformation."

"W-wait... you didn't tell me about tha-" Ralph started, before he suddenly felt his lips clamp closed.

"You didn't ask why it was going to be so cheap, Ralphy boy," Doctor Veranderung smirked. "But, hey, you are going to be a raccoon at the end of this. So enjoy it! Because I know a few hundred folk that will."

The wizard stepped back, glancing back to the computer screen, before using his magic to adjust the camera to make sure it was focused on the star of the show.

"Alright, ladies and gents, let's begin with what our friend here wants, to get turned into a procyon!"

Doctor Veranderung lifted up his hands, and blue and purple lightning shot from his hand, striking Ralph and making him shudder and gasp, the energy tingling all over his body, from his head to his feet.

A monitor had been set up allowing Ralph to see what was happening to him, if a couple seconds delayed thanks to the limits of technology. He watched in amazement as his skin was covered by a layer of grey fur with some black and white highlights here and there on his arms and legs, with his fingers growing slightly thinner, and his fingernails turning into claws.

His face also began to change, his eyes turning darker, as his ears melded into the side of his head, and re-appeared a moment later on the top of his head, now turned into swiveling, black furred rounded ears that could turn to pick up sound in almost any direction. Long white whiskers pushed out from the side of his nose, twitching from side to side as he moved his face, which turned small and black, and pushed out into a small muzzle. The fur changes continued on his face, with some white fur on his lower face, a black furry "mask" around his eyes, and another band of white along the fluff that pushed out from the side of his face.

The final change, which Ralph was only able to see as a camera shifted to his back, was that of a long fluffy tail pushing out from above his butt, the grey and black ringed tail reaching down to his shoes.

Doctor Veranderung finally set down his hands, the blue and purple lightning came to an end. He was sweating from the work and the hot stage lights pointing down on him and the stage, but a satisfied grin crossed his face.

"Well, well, well," the wizard said, turning back to the computer screen and webcam. "I have to say he looks just like a racoon now, doesn't he?"

Then there was a loud sound, much like that of a slot machine's jackpot sound.

"Oh boy! You know what that sound means, my long time compatriots! But for those new to the stream, and of course for Ralphy here, that sound means that one of my very generous viewers has submitted his own request, for a nominal fee, of course."

The magically powered doctor made a motion with his hand, and a little envelope appeared on the screen, before then opening up: the contents of which was hidden from Ralph, but visible for the Doctor and his viewers.

"Ohh, now this is exciting," Veranderung said. "As you all know, this is a Not Safe For Work livestream, and it seems our first donation is taking full advantage! He is putting forward $1,000 to increase the size of our new raccoon friend's dick! Thank you very much!"

Ralph blinked, trying to comprehend what the wizard just said. Increasing the size of his dick? If he wanted his dick to be bigger, he would have turned into a horse! Plus, penile enlargement magic was so much less expensive than the full fledged Change. Heck, you could get animal dicks or whatever style you wanted for a few hundred bucks.

"Alright, since we can guess that our friend here is about average size, I'll ask for... let's say a fifty for each quarter inch of size that you want him to be at the end. So, if you want to see Ralph get a huge dick, start bidding now! Bids will be open for 15 minutes!"

The doctor waved his hand, and the computer responded to the magic commands, opening up a bidding window with a timer that began to tick down.

And instantly, the numbers quickly began to tick up, along with the new size that Ralph would soon have awning between his legs. The numbers increased rapidly, quickly hitting 200, then 500, then over a thousand, before it started to taper off at $2,500, and then finally ending at $3,200 after fifteen minutes of bidding.

"Three thousand, two hundred dollars," Doctor Veranderung said, with a smirk. "So we are going to be making him sixteen inches long? That will make any gal or guy that he meets in the future pretty damn lucky, don't ya think?"

There was another jackpot sound, which made the wizard look over.

"Ohhh, special request! Remember, for a minimum of a cool grand, you can make a special request of this whole stream." He brought up the new box. "Oh, now this is interesting: apparently someone would really like to see how our friend's clothes handle all the transformations from here on out: he doesn't want them to rip or tear, but to morph with our friend's changes from here on out. I know some of you come here to see the clothes ripping and such, but that will have to be kept for the end I bet. And honestly," the wizard said, turning to Ralph and smirking, "I think seeing a big boy in tiny clothes is incredibly sexy."

The wizard then turned back to Ralph, and without giving the newly transformed raccoon a say, fired more magic from his fingers. This time, the blue and purple beams of magical energy focused entirely on Ralph's crotch. He let out a moan, muffled by his magic gag, as he felt his cock grow hard, then harder, and harder: harder than anything before in his entire life!

From the screen, Ralph could see his cock push against his cargo shorts, making the khaki fabric stretch and bend to try to cover his new dick bulge, his engorged manhood growing longer, thicker and fatter by the second. But his shorts were just a bit too short to keep the whole thing contained, and instead the large, bulging head of his penis now poked out from the bottom hem of his pants, pulsing and throbbing in time with Ralph's heartbeat.

"Wow! Look at that trouser snake!" Doctor Veranderung remarked. "Sixteen inches, and the thickness to go with it! Ralphy boy here is going to be quite the hit, isn't he?"

Another siren echoed out, signalling yet another cash donation, and another future change to the raccoon, much to Ralph's dismay.

"Oh boy! Just what we needed, something new to give to our friend here! What do you want the good doctor to do, eh?" Veranderung smirked, before opening up the next digital envelope, and read over the contents.

"Well, of course! What good is a huge cock if you don't have the power to use it, eh? Thanks to the viewer that donated $1,250 to start the bidding on the size of our friends testicles! Once again for $50, you will add another 100 milliliters of the cum production of our raccoon friend. So, once again, 15 minutes to bid, so open up those wallets, and let's get going!"

To show off just how big Ralph would soon be, and to torment the human-turned-raccoon on his poor financial choices, there was a graphic beside the button to show just how large his balls would soon be compared to their original size, and an item that he would soon be able to fill. With the first payment, Ralph's testicular circumference seemed to have doubled in size, and the shot glass was replaced with a small glass.

Then the amount of money donated began to pour in.

Ralph could only watch as the graphic on the screen started growing and growing, doubling in size again, then again, and then again. He could only watch as strangers, unseen faces from across the internet used their credit cards and deep pockets to make him into an oversexualized monster.

The numbers began to slow down with less than a minute to go, at just over $2,600, just as the graphic for his balls now rivaled that of a basketball, and it was a large pail that would hold his cum. It would be damn near impossible for him to walk on the street without stares or disgust from now on!

And then the numbers suddenly rolled up again, to a solid $4,000 in the last couple of seconds.

The graphic suddenly showed liquid overflowing, and the ball size nearly doubled, until it looked like it would be two basketballs shoved into his sac, hanging down to his knees.

"Wow! Thank you to the very generous patron that decided that our raccoon friend needed to be a tanuki instead!" Doctor Veranderung smirked. "Well, let's get changing!"

The wizard once again directed his magic at Ralph, and now he felt his balls surge in size, dropping heavily as dozens of pounds of weight, and the volume of his semen factories, were added to his crotch, and made his cargo shorts stretch and bulge and bend around the fat balls. The size of his new junk, and the pressure from his tight, magically stretched clothing, immediately made him wiggle, writhe, and cum, gallons of spunk being shot directly onto the floor around Ralph's feet.

"Look at that geyser!" Doctor Veranderung commented. "Man, you guys really got your money's worth there!"

Ralph panted, chirring in exhaustion as his orgasm went on, and on, and on, and on. He lost track of time, until finally the pressure from his climax subsided, and as he was now able to start recovering from the overwhelming orgasm...

Only to find that the mad wizard had started, and nearly finished the next auction.

This time, it was for muscle, suggested by someone with $2,500 burning a hole in his pocket. And the bidding, with only fifteen seconds to go, was at $5,950.

"Oh, so close! Will someone be the hero and get us up to $6,000?"

Someone went one better and made it seven grand at the last minute.

"The donor's have spoken! It's time to make our raccoon a mountain of muscle!" Doctor Veranderung laughed, and started his magic again.

Ralph could only whimper as he watched all his muscles, from his arms and legs, to his chest and thighs, to his abs and ass, all bloat and balloon in size. He had always loved raccoons for their slim and sleek physique... and now he was being turned into an immovable mountain of muscle, like something from a cartoon.

He was growing so big, that his clothing, enchanted to only stretch and grow and never break, now looked like it was simply painted on: a thin red shirt that was now five or fifteen sizes too small and cargo shorts that were struggling to hold the massive balls, and the massive legs and ass, of the overburdened raccoon.

Ralph was now really regretting not looking more into Doctor Veranderung's qualifications.

When the magic tingling ended, Ralph was now so muscular, so large, that he could pick up the largest weights in the gym with ease... if he could have been able to bend his body to reach down and pick them up. Each movement and twitch made his clothing creak, his skin groan, the building shake, his body tremble. It was so intense that he came again, adding to the puddle of white spunk around his feet.

He was barely able to look over the top of the shelf of pecs to see what was the next change to be forced on his body. Ralph caught "hair" next, along with the final total: $3500, including the $1000 buy in.

But then the jackpot siren went again.

"Oh, what do we have now for our friend?" Veranderung asked the camera, before opening up the digital envelope.

"Oh, it's time to make Ralphy here all smelly and stuff! For $2,000 we are going to give him a lot of body hair, and a strong musk that will make him even more enamoured with himself!"

Ralph struggled, wanting to get out of this sick sexual fetish fantasy he found himself in... but the chains were too tight.

And as long, thick, luscious black hair grew from the top of his head and down past his shoulders, he could feel more hair grow in his armpits, his chest and abs, and around his crotch, thick, curly black hair, overwhelming his sleeves and shorts. And just as it grew, it also began to waft an overwhelmingly strong musk, an aphrodisiac that started his third orgasm in less than an hour. He could feel his shirt and pants grow wet with sweat and musk, darkening and forever stained and ruined...

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Doctor Veranderung excitedly exclaimed. "I'm pleased to say that we have hit a record for the Change! Today, with the help of our friend Ralph here, we've made twenty six thousand, four hundred and fifty dollars! This is a couple thousand more than the last Change we undertook together, and I have to say, I'm quite pleased with the results! Why, Ralphy here might just be my master-"

Another jackpot siren went off, making the wizard stop in his tracks. "Oh? What could this be? Another last minute change? What could it..."

The wizard froze, his eyes wide as he looked at the electronic note. The chat was exploding with comments that Ralph couldn't read

"I... I... wow... this is stunning... absolutely... insane..." The normally unflappable Doctor Veranderung stammered, trying to find the words.

"For double... double the current jackpot, our last patron wants to give Ralph here a special present... But we're not going to tell him what it is. Oh no," the doctor said, with an evil grin. "Oh no! Our friend, our canvas, our beauty here will get to feel it for himself!"

The magic struck the nearly immobilized, oversexed, oversized Ralph, but this time focused on his rear. He could already feel his ass start to expand and stretch, his tailhole growing and fattening, puffing up, expanding to be able to take the largest cock, the largest dildo, the largest anything. But not only that, but he could feel how slick, how wet it was: anything that wanted to go into his ass, be it a cock or a telephone pole, would easily just slip in.

But with it came a hunger, a desire... a need. Something had to be shoved into his ass. Something. Anything. To play, to rub his donut pucker. To fist him. To ram him, to fill him, to turn him into the biggest bottom slut in the world... He eventually began to swish his tail, to hit, even to graze and brush his ass, to get that sensation he needed so much, so deeply. Just the faintest tickle of one of the strands of fur on his tail was enough to make him cum, again and again and again.

He didn't even hear Doctor Veranderung thanking his patrons, especially the incredibly generous final patron that made him fifty-three grand richer, and the thank you to the ball of muscle, cock, balls, hair, and ass. He may have heard something from the wizard, as he wrapped up that he would, in a day or two, be reverted back to his new, "normal" raccoon self, with no side effects. But tomorrow he would be holding another stream to see just how much, and what Ralph could do, how much he could take, how much he could cum...

Not that the ball of raccoon muscle and fur cared, only that his ass be used and played with...