FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(F tf Hybrid, M tf dog, F tf cow, M tf horse, F tf mouse, M tf sloth, F tf robot spider, M tf bear)

If you can read this in one sitting you deserve a gold star. For the rest of us mere mortals; this story is broken into chapters according to content. You can CTRL+F to either skip to the content you want, or skip to where you left off to read it in more than one sitting. Search for the chapter NUMBER only.

00 Introduction

01 M TF Dog

02 F TF Cow

03 M TF Horse

04 F TF Mouse

05 F TF H six-way Hybrid

(Caution: character development beyond this point)

06 Mouse reversion

07 Horse reversion

08 Dog reversion

09 Cow reversion

00 Intro To Rant About

Maranda stepped out into the light of another new day! It had been snowing last night but you'd think it had been raining by looking at the state of things already today. Most of the snow banks are grey with all the exposed dirt and the fresh snow last night is already a layer of water on the sidewalk and road that make everything a slushy mess. Maranda lives in Dopplen City; a big city not unlike New York in that it is stacked higher up and down than it is large in width- the buildings are towering and the population is very... condensed.

Maranda is in her mid-twenties- so just starting to get her stride in life really with still plenty of places to go. Her eyes are hazel in color and almond in shape, nuts, I know. Her hair is a dark mahogany red-brown and hangs straight to her C cup bust. She is on her way to work, but her job does not really have a dress code- just don't dress like a slob basically. She is wearing a form fitting straight black skirt to her knees and a charcoal colored long sleeve- even though it is winter she does not need a jacket in this weather. The snow is only holding together in places where it is layered, or between buildings where the sun can't get at it. She lives in an apartment building like almost everyone in the big city, and she does not own a vehicle of her own- which is fine because finding a place to park the damn thing would either cost a lot or be extremely difficult to do at all.

She smiles at her friend Adam as he drives up in a very posh car to pick her up and drive her to work. She often takes the bus, but Adam picks her up when he can- and is always exactly on time, managing to even time it to when she comes out the front doors. His radio is turned up and pumping out 90s classic hits. Adam is a very beautiful man himself- short forward swept black hair, handsome face... not really muscular build exactly, but definitely athletic. His expression is always warm and welcoming, and every time Maranda plops down into the seat beside him she is reminded of how much she wished she could get into the pants of this beautiful Adonis. Unfortunately they are long-time besties and she does NOT want to fuck with that dynamic. Also he is 100% gay so.... yea. Not going to happen. Tons of women flirt with him since highschool only to be left crying at that little tidbit about him. Not that he has really had that many boyfriends though either. He drives a lipstick-red viper convertible with gold plated rims and white leather interior- rather flashy, but that was the point. He works at an auto tuning shop that specializes in custom jobs, so his own ride was made to act basically as a moving advertisement of their work. Maranda is an artist too- but she only works digitally, her place of work is a graphic design company.

Adam pointed to a large cup in the holder as he drove off toward her work. "For you m'lady."

"Aww." She glanced at the order on the side of the cup before taking a sip. "Just the way I like it! You spoil me Adaaaam~"

"Weeell it's mostly because I know how you are if you haven't had a shot of caffeine and could do without the morning rant."

Maranda looked mildly offended. "Hey! I don't rant very often, and when I do it's because of the zoo of people I work with. My boss acts like he barely understands the business he is running some times, and sometimes he is joking but it's really hard to tell when he is or isn't! So you either explain something you didn't need to, or he just nods along like... I explained this last week already, how do you not know??"

"Well, to be fair; he manages graphic artists and runs a business employing them- he doesn't actually do any graphics designing himself, so he technically doesn't need to know anything about it."

"But then there is that guy Marc that I told you about!"

"The really buff, handsome guy?"

"Y-yea, that one. I was thinking about maybe getting close to him when I first started working there but it took him less than one full day to start hitting on me, like, yikes."

Adam laughed. "So, you were turned off when the guy you were about to hit on started hitting on you?"

Maranda blushed. "But he went right into it! And he says flirty things every now and then even still! And you can tell the way he talks and acts he is just one of those muscle-head types, y'know? Like he knows nothing outside of sports and cars."

"Something against carheads?"

She lowered her brows. "You know what I mean."

"A himbo- yea. The curve of his muscles are deeper than his personality. Mildly annoying to work with, yea."

"And then that viper Luna! She went to our highschool but I guess you never had any classes with her. She openly BRAGS about how she is always flirting with guys, how she has them wrapped around their finger and then dumps them like trash! She has no human empathy! She treats me all buddy-buddy like we were good chums in highschool and I just kinda go along with it, y'know? But fuck, I ain't friends with that poisonous witch. Uses men like stepping stones. Not to mention those huge tits of hers always in your face."

"They do project off of the body, so yea, if they are large enough they will be the closest thing to you by default."

"And a new girl just started working two days ago named Holly, so I am doing my best to sort of keep those two off of her so they don't corrupt her too. But then I am always a bit distracted from my work, because I am trying to show her the ropes and shelter her from the weirdos while also trying to do my own work! Ugh!"

Adam stopped the car, motioning to her work to the side. "And thus ends another morning rant."

"I- wait I- wh- hey! It was a trap!"

"Was it?"

"You made me rant! I didn't mean to! Aaargh!"

Adam just chuckled as she stood up with her drink in hand and closed the door behind her. "Always a pleasure. I won't be able to drive you home though- you gotta take the bus back. We have some big fix today- got a mural of a whale to draw up on the side of a guy's flatbed. It is going to be hard but the results are going to be gorgeous."

"Oooh- take pictures when it's done, I wanna see!"

And so the little ray of sunshine in her morning drove off, leaving her to the sterile greys and whites of her office place. Maranda enjoyed her job, and not everyone in the office was a weirdo, but Maranda also wasn't particularly good at making friends- never has been. Maranda enjoys being in control, and being organized- but the only thing you ever have full control over is yourself. She doesn't want to give people orders, and knows she could never control someone completely, so she just sort of ignores them as viable options. Rather than ask for help and bounce ideas off of others, she is always just doing her own thing, taking on tasks with the full intent of doing it entirely by herself. Marc was very friendly and ever-determined to win her over, so he was always trying to make that connection but Maranda already slapped him with a himbo label in her head, so she just kinda laughed him off or just blankly nodded along and then just returns to what she was already doing. Maranda often used the excuse of being too busy with work to continue the conversation and of course Marc was too dimwitted to pick up on the fact that if she dodged his conversation that many times in a row- it's actually probably because she doesn't want to talk with him in the first place. Luna seems to be under the delusion that she and Maranda are friends, and Maranda maintains that illusion only to avoid conflict long enough to brush Luna off and return to work. Maranda was admittedly a little jealous and intimidated by Luna's... endowments. Maranda had a hard time finding a guy to even try for in the first place, while if Luna's stories were to be believed- she is basically tripping over men drooling at her feet. Under her own dark long sleeve shirt, stretched taught across two tits that had to be in the G cup range. When she leans forward you can actually see where her bra ends under her shirt by the flesh billowing out over the cups and starting to fold at the edge! Good lord- put those things away before you smother someone!

Holly was nice though- the new kid on the block. A rather meek woman with an utter lack of curves, but a VERY pretty face behind her oversized round glasses. Maranda knows Barry- their boss- isn't going to be the best to go to for instruction so she has been leading Holly around every day, making sure she knows everything she needs to get the job done. Maranda was the new girl once too- and she had to deal with a lot of trial and error when she first started that she would like to spare Holly the trouble of dealing with. Maranda enjoyed playing the mentor and helping out Holly, but like she said to Adam earlier; it was a strain too. She cannot be helping Holly and doing her own work at the same time, so she created a frantic back-and-forth routine for herself to juggle them.

Oh her way home that day Maranda hopped on the bus and glanced around for a seat- it was looking like she would have to stand on the ride home again but a kindly old man pulled up some bags he rest on the seat beside him to free up a space for her. Unfortunately almost the moment she sat down he gave her a half-toothed grin and put a hand on her thigh. She bolted upright so fast she almost fell into the seat across the way. She ended up standing on the ride home anyway- her face beat red the entire time, half in embarrassment and half in anger.

She stormed off the bus at the corner of her street, growling to herself. "Aaargh I HATE people sometimes! Perverts trying to lure you in on the bus, Marc with his flirty intentions, Luna manipulating guys like fucking puppets! I wish I could just see people for what they really are!"

"Mmm, yea, I could do that."

She spun around at the sound of the deep, smooth voice behind her but did not see anything. It was odd the bus had not left again already. Maranda looked around and her heart immediately tightened as she noticed time seemed to have stopped entirely- everyone was frozen in place except her! The graffiti tagged on the side of the bus started to writhe, like the body of a snake untangling its coils. The colors distorted as part of it seemed to project out from the side of the bus and a split second later the bus vanished in a blur! Everyone out on the streets and their vehicles vanished instantly, and even the clouds in the sky vanished leaving the entire sky the same shade of blue- no longer darkening at the edges where day slowly fades to night. Where the bus and the graffiti was, is now instead what appears to be a half man, half sheep! His skin dark brown, he stands on hooves and has a tail that is essentially just a sphere of wool over his butt. His head was crowned with gigantic, loosely spiraled horns that were so large it looks like it would be difficult for him to hold his head up. The hair on his head is instead sheep's wool and grows down his neck and onto his torso in a pattern that makes it look like he is wearing a vest of wool- even though he is most certainly naked. His penis hidden in a small sheath of skin over rather unimpressive balls. Because of his rather small and unshapely figure, she would have expected the voice of a boy rather than a honeyed man's voice from this creature. His sklera are black and his iris gold- his pupils were demonic slits but oriented horizontally like the eye of a sheep. His nose is rather flat to his face with a triangular end, which trails the divot to his lips, also giving him a caprine looking face, without actually having a muzzle of any sort. He has four nipples that are shaped like shallow cones as well- a true black against the dark brown of his normal skin.

"W-who... what are you?!"

He just casually shrugged. "I suppose the closest we have ever had to a title for us is simply the 'Odd Ones'. I am Baph O'met."

"Where did everyone go?"

"They didn't go anywhere- I just put you onto the same plane of existence I live in, which is outside of the normal flow of time. See... human lives blossom and end in the blink of an eye to beings like me. So from my point of view... I just see a bunch of naked apes fumbling around with the same issues and learning curve over and over again. You each learn the same lessons over and over, even when told the answer by someone before you, you have to learn it all for yourself, so your species progresses at glacial speeds. Rather irritating. But you have had an awful lot of complaints recently, which really rubs me the wrong way." Baph stood up unusually close to her and glared up at her- probably meant to be intimidating but the fact he is only half her height and naked wasn't helping.

"W-well, it isn't that I have a lot overall to complain about. But that makes the minor hiccups more annoying."

"I don't want to hear it. But today is your lucky day- because I have decided to grant your wish." He lowered his brows at her confusion. "That you could see people's true nature. I will make it so that people's outward appearance now reflects their personality in a way that is easily readable."

"Wait- that would cause chaos! If people start changing all of a sudden they are going to freak out!"

Baph sighed. "How stupid do you think I am? I know that, human! You are the only one who desired this so you are the only person who is going to be able to see it! Everyone else will think it's perfectly normal, so... try not to react too drastically to it, or you're just going to look like a psychopath to everyone else."

"W-wow thank you! I don't have to sign any contracts or anything...? Just, poof, wish granted, magic vision forever?"

"Yup."

The width of his grin was rather eerie- a foretelling of some horrific unforeseen consequences. Baph seems to have no love for the human race, but Maranda was also not eager to question a being powerful enough to simply do such things at the snap of his fingers. She would deal with whatever hitches arise as they appear- the ability to see a person's true nature at a glance is too powerful a tool to pass on.

Since Maranda herself is the point of resonance for this spell; Baph touched her hand with a fingertip and she felt an odd tingle in her body. She briefly seen what looked like glowing threads in the air, in a pulse away from herself. Threads of fate that connect her to other people- using her as the method of connection, his spell is bouncing out to the people she knows. Baph grinned again and took a step back as his entire body seemed to turn to black ash and disintegrate into the wind, and with a blurred motion everyone and all vehicles suddenly re-appeared and the deafening silence was once again utterly destroyed by the cacophony of the big city. Nothing seemed different. She looked around at the people on the streets and passing in cars and they all looked the same? Perhaps it is because she is not interacting with them directly. For now, Maranda went back to her apartment and did her best to get to sleep- though it was difficult with all the thoughts in her head. There was creatures like Baph that could potentially be watching her, and she would never know? And they have magical powers?! He sounded like he was not fond of Maranda and humans in general... so why was he so eager to grant her wish? What was the catch?

01 Mr. Nice Gets Knotty

Adam got home rather late that day himself, and a bit dizzy from paint fumes. He wears a mask when painting obviously, but the fumes don't air out instantly- especially in a large garage like that. Probably why everyone's conversations get progressively dumber later in the work day. Adam was never into cars or other stereotypically 'manly' things, but since this job at the garage was primarily art and design, he found a nice position to fit himself into. He was physically tired but his brain was having a hard time turning off that night, so he decided to relieve a bit of tension down below as he scoot his underpants off in the bed and grabbed his stick shift. Adam had fun imagining Marc that Maranda was talking about before- since he never actually seen the guy in person. Big muscles small brain... sounds hot. Adam wouldn't mind a boyfriend like that- he could be the power bottom, the one with the brains leading around his loyal hulk. As Adam fantasied about what the man might look like, he also noted his cock was throbbing in his hand more than usual and assumed it was just sheer arousal since he had not had actual sex in ages.

As Adam worked his shaft his pubic hairs started to shorten and change consistency; growing in more dense but with shorter and much softer hair. This continued onto his balls, causing the scrotum to pull up in response to the gentle feeling across them as the layer of fur formed to encase them! Adam groaned long and thrust up in response as his balls hugged to his crotch in a powerful throb and his shaft became so hard it almost hurt for a moment! The blood pressure actually managed to deform the shaft, causing his penis to get longer, but specifically just the portion above his foreskin! His foreskin would not no longer be large enough to encapsulate the head even when fully flaccid. Adam knew something was different, but could not put his finger on it. He glanced at the layer of black fur over his nuts and around the base of the shaft and shrugged it off- it did not occur to him that it isn't supposed to look like that in the first place. Not just the veins but the shaft itself seemed to pulse, growing with subtle but powerful throbs- hard enough to fight the grip of his hand over it. Though the base remained relatively untouched, the shaft was thickening more toward the end, causing the corona of his glans to become less and less steep, because the shaft under it was pushing out to be at the same level as it is. Feeling almost as if he were using a sounding rod- his urethra was unusually stiff as well and started to unusually grow in length separate of the rest of the penis- causing it to actually start to stick out from the head! The foreskin seemed to get pulled down as the shaft expanded more, and the black fur at the base of the shaft started to climb! More shaft grew beyond the foreskin and the skin started to look even more red, revealing thousands of tiny hair-like veins under its surface while the larger veins started to shrink- distributing themselves out.

Adam's masturbation had sort-of paused. The feeling of the transformation of his cock was enough to continue his pleasure without him doing anything, and he was no longer entirely sure where to even grab his cock from, so rather than stroke it he just grabbed the base and pulled back hard, holding it there. Letting the pulse of his heart vibrate the cock entirely on its own; pulling against his unmoving grip. He started to feel something stiff under his hand, like a lump forming in his groin. His red cock expanded wide enough to negate the corona of his glans, and then surged forward so much that it practically inverted the entire thing! Like someone popping an umbrella the wrong way, his glans reversed to give his shaft an intended end rather than a bell shaped head! His urethra did not follow it when it popped back, causing it to jut even further forward, yanking the skin of the glans up with it to create a small cone of skin pointing off the end of his shaft! The fur consumed the flesh leading to the end of his foreskin... as it finished turning into a sheath. The skin along the top of it pulled back suddenly as a baculum formed in his cock and the top of the sheath fused to his underside! Fusing to his body pulled it further back and the cock further forward, causing the large bump forming in his groin to suddenly surge up through his grip and pop out the end as a massive canine knot! The knot is so large it cannot return to the sheath till he finishes, but pulls the shaft as far as it can possibly go- extending its length by at least an inch by being out.

Adam cannot for the life of him remember masturbating feeling like this before, but it sure felt good. It still did not occur to him that he has the phallus of a completely different species. In spite of having seen the entire thing happen- Adam is unable to tell that he just changed. Now his shaft is entirely what had formerly been in foreskin only- so a bit too tender to simply grab and stroke like a human would. Instead he turned his hand around so his fingers are toward his body; Adam gently ran his palm along the shaft and hooked his index and middle finger around the underside of the knot and gently tugged it away from himself. Very little movement was required to set him off like this. The tugging of the knot simulating the tug he would feel if it were buried in a female dog and tied by the knot being too big to pass back through. Being gay however, he was not francizing about any female dogs, but his imagined form of Marc was now also sporting a canine phallus. His nails became charcoal grey and thickened. When he climaxed, he brought his hand around to grab around the entire knot and pulled back as it blasted cum out- the knot especially throbbing hard, because it has the highest concentration of blood pressure in it by default. He grit his teeth from the force of his climax and experienced the unusual feeling of his teeth sliding between one another! His human teeth turned to canine fangs. His nails were starting to push out into blunt claws, but again he was oblivious to the changes. Adam just got up to wash himself off and clean up his mess and then returned to bed to pass out. Orgasm was a quick way to knock yourself out. His shaft became soft and regressed in size a lot faster than the knot, but it too shrank away and allowed the rest to pop back inside. The knot delaying the rest from returning to the sheath gave a convenient window of time to clean it off, so no contaminants enter the sheath.

When Adam woke up the next morning he was startled and confused, something felt off but he could not put his paw on it. The sheets were over his head for some reason and he thrashed around trying to knock them off but there was so much of it! He ended up rolling off the bed by accident and taking the sheets with him before he finally scrambled his way out and then stood to swat his alarm and make it shut up. He gawked at the clock for over a minute, embarrassing himself, wondering if he had always been this short, but he supposed he must have been- it's not like people suddenly get shorter overnight. Standing up, his chest is level with the night table, so his head is only a bit over the clock, making him the size of a kid rather than a man. His nails were also now all claws, and pads have developed on the front of his feet and the palms of his hand. He waged a new tail to knock the sheets the rest of the way off himself. The tail is a foot long and covered in black fur identical in length to that of the fur on his head... where hair had been the night before.

Adam could not find his underwear among the mess he had made of his bedding so he just got out a new pair... and then another new pair. That was weird; every time he put them on they just fell back off. How did they get stretched so big? None of his underwear even came close to fitting him now! He dashed around his room going through several outfits- he could wear a shirt but only loosely and pants were just too big to stay on at all. None of his clothing fit! How was he supposed to go out without pants?! With a growl he went to the bathroom to get washed and brush his teeth at least. As he was brushing his fangs though, his hands and feet started to stretch out- causing a distance to form between fingers and his thumbs which then forced him to drop the toothbrush! He slammed his pads onto the counter around the sink to steady himself as his feet stretched, causing him to roll his weight to the front of them and his ankles rose off the floor adding a little bit of lost height back to him, but not much. He now had paws instead of feet and hands, but he could not comprehend that. All he knew is he is supposed to be able to brush his teeth, but can't figure out how now. His ears grew long enough to start folding over themselves, the cartilage thinned till his ears flopped over limply. When the fur started to grow on his chest, it grew longer and shaggier than in other places. It grew on the back of his paws and advanced up quickly as Adam staggered out of the bathroom- finding it hard to walk for some reason.

Adam had to place his front paws on everything he passed to steady himself, having a very hard time keeping on his feet. He got to his cellphone on a chair by his bedroom door and struggled to use it. His claws stick out off the front of his digits, and the screen isn't made to detect claw-taps. He had to mash the screen with the pads on the underside of his paw, and then it was hard to tell what he was pressing because his paw covered the whole screen! By now the fur was consuming most of his body and starting to roll up his back. He was starting to pant a bit because the fur growth was warming him up fast.

Maranda answered the phone quickly- doing her own frantic dash around the house to get ready for work. "What's up?"

"Uhm, sorry this is so last-minute but I am having a hell of a morning, can you get yourself to work today?"

"Yeaaa. I am a big girl Adam, I can take care of myself if I REALLY need to. What is happening on your end? Sick?"

"No, I just... I dunno, can't seem to do anything right today for some reason. Like, seriously it's like I even forgot how to walk." The fur started to advanced up to his neck, but the phone did not pick up on the dull pops of his vertebrae as the neck stretched a bit longer.

"Uuugh, yea. I know those days. Well. Try to keep your chin up, ya? Don't let the bad luck hold you down, you're such a good boy, you don't deserve this. Anyway, I better get going then if I need to catch the bus..."

"Alright. Talk to you later!"

He ended the call just as the feeling hit the base of his skull and he looked up at the roof as his entire skull started to stretch! His nose became more and more visible and his vision blurred and the color green was deleted from his perception entirely. His tongue lashed around as it stretched bigger in his mouth, rolling out like a carpet through his much longer mouth. His nose lost definition against the rest of his face as it became the top of an expanding muzzle, and the end turned to textured black skin. Adam coughed several times, wondering if he really was coming down with something but then everything felt normal again. Well, normal for a black retriever. Adam has been entirely turned into a dog... but he thinks that is normal. The completion of his transformation caused it to click in his head though- he doesn't need clothing! Dog's don't normally wear clothes. So in spite of his situation, still wearing the very loose human shirt, he plodded out the door to get in his car and continue to his own job as normal.

02 Don't Have A Cow Ma'am

Maranda got to work a bit late- she didn't know she had to take the bus till she had already basically missed the early one. Avelyn the secretary gave her a real sour look as she passed by the boss's office, but Barry was missing from his own desk- not surprising, he likes to wander. Maranda plopped into her office chair so heavily it spun three times from the force before she stopped herself with the toe of her shoe against the power button on the PC tower under her desk. She adjusted the flexible stand of her touch screen monitor before crying out in surprise, when she seen Barry's face reflected on the still powered off screen!

"Jesus Christ you scared the piss out of me."

Barry burst out laughing. "Sorry about that! I was wondering how far along your work on the team logo is?"

She lowered her brows. "I just started yesterday. I couldn't work on it without their reference photos of the new school mascot first. I have a logo drawn up and they greenlit it, so I am just basically tracing my own work today."

"Uhh... if you already have the image done...?"

Maranda sighed, knowing she must have explained this to him at least once before. "It is a raster image, I need to make it a vector image. Otherwise if they try to resize the image it will look like shit. And since they plan to put it on merchandise as well as signs; they are probably going to be resizing it a lot."

"But, technically we could just give them the raster. They asked for a logo- that is a logo."

"But that would be shitty. And you are too nice of a person to pull something like that Barry." She turned back around to start working on it.

"Mmm, AM I though?"

"Yes."

Barry grumbled and wandered back to his own office. He is a bit of a joker... well, if dad jokes count as actual jokes. Barry likes to talk with and check in on all the staff... sometimes a bit too much. He can be hard to find sometimes because there is a better chance he is wandering around somewhere in someone else's cubical instead of his own office. His secretary is the exact opposite- a woman with the personality of a calculator. Avelyn is always at her desk, always working, and glares at anyone else who dares to not meet her expectations.

Only about ten feet away, hidden behind the walls of her own cubical is Luna. Shimmering raven hair and pale blue eyes like a full moon framed in night. She wears a cable knit sweater which would normally obscure the size of a person's bust, but her floppy melons are so large and round the shirt is stretched around them... and since the material is flexible, it actually wraps around them so well that it makes them look even bigger. She usually wears skirts whenever possible to show off her legs too, but even a disgustingly warm winter is still a bit too cold to do that- so she is wearing fuzzy warm cream colored pants to match the top. She had been rocking back and forth, with her foot against the PC tower to roll in the chair but actually sat up straight because her but kept digging into the chair uncomfortably. Was the cushion on her chair going flat? No, her tail bone is growing out. She grumbled in frustration, wondering why she felt so damn uncomfortable today and rubbed the bumps forming over her temples, very slowly swelling larger.

Slowly her sweater put less and less pressure on her chest, and started to just hug her massive tits comfortably- so at least that was easing up. She leaned forward in her chair trying to find a comfortable way to sit, and her still forming tail flicked its way out over her pants taking the chance to un-trap itself. A pleasurable tingle travelled up from her crotch though, making Luna blush and glance behind herself to see if anyone was nearby, but she was alone for now. She slipped a hand under her sweater and pants and rubbed the tender pink skin above and trailing into her crotch- especially on the four fat, shallow nubs of her forming teats. Her hips let out several hollow sounding crunches and pops as it slowly changed shape and started to press out behind her looking rather sharp and wide. Her hips started to hug either arm of the chair! She is wearing low heels, but since her feet were not actually on the floor her shoes popped themselves off rather easily as her feet started to stretch out. It startled her, but she did not try too hard to put them back on before giving up. She was just at her desk- she will deal with her ill-fit shoes later. Only the front toes advanced forward, the pinky and big toe regressed, becoming quickly dominated by a charcoal grey nail expanding into hoof segments of a cloven hooved beast!

A nearly inaudible stretching sound could be heard from her skin as it rapidly grew below her clothes and the pink flesh she rubbed started to round out, and occasionally a subdued gurgle could be heard as fatty tissue shoved itself into place. Her breasts started to shrink more, now the sweater fit more normally and her bra was starting to feel loose. Then her bra fell limp below her breasts. She glanced down several times with a tinge of panic, but then just furrowed her brow at her own reaction. Her breasts are not changing size, and even if they did- her udder has always been her best endowment anyway. Her udder was eating the mass of her breasts, but she was unable to understand the fact she is changing, even though she is aware of the changed features. It was not a direct transfer of mass either- a cow udder is already bigger than human breasts... hers was going to become as big on a cow as her breasts were to a human... so huge, even by huge standards. Luna was slowly able to straighten herself a bit more while still sort of leaning forward, because her udder pushed out enough that it squished against the front of the seat and sort of proper her up in that position.

Maranda did not want to talk to anyone else in case they started a conversation and distracted her or something, but she was out of spare stylus nubs and hers was dragging on the monitor now- worn down. She wandered over to Luna to ask for a few spares and nearly choked on her own spit when she seen Luna! Luna could not notice anything amiss, but Maranda certainly did!

The bumps on her head were large enough cones now that the skin over them was ghostly white from all the blood being pushed out of it from pressure. Her hips are large and starting to look boxy and angular like a cow. Her feet are still clad in socks but you can tell from the shape that they are mostly or entirely transformed into cloven hooves! Luna has a tail behind her as well sticking out from her clothing, but it sort of looks like a large rat tail at the moment because it hasn't grown in the tassel yet, so it's entirely naked. Her breasts are a modest size now, making her sweater look gigantic on her, and instead she has a medicine ball sized mound stuffed half in her pants and half under her sweater. She also had her hand on it under her clothing but quickly yanked it out when Maranda gasped audibly and then partially choked.

Luna turned to face her quickly with a bit of a blush, not sure if she seen her rubbing her udder idly at work. "Uh, M-Maranda, hey... what's up?"

"Wuh-...?" Maranda scrunched her face up in confusion.

Does she seriously not know?! Then Maranda immediately remembered her encounter with Baph! This is her wish!! Luna flaunts her massive endowments around 'like a fucking cow'. Her wish is turning her outwardly into a cow, so that her personality is immediately apparent at a glance! She also now remembered he told her that it would seem normal to everyone else- that includes the person it's happening to apparently. Maranda is the only one who knows Luna is changing. Maranda had thought the effects of the spell would be a bit more... subtle? The way he described it made it sound like it would be some sort of magic-vision that she got, opposed to the person actually physically changing, and just being unaware.

Maranda realized that she better make up a reasoning to her reaction now- because she is the one who will seem off in this scenario. "Oh, uh... I forgot what I came over here for, for a second. I needed spare nubs- for my stylus. You... look a bit uncomfortable."

Luna grunt and wiggled her hips, but she touched the sides of the chair on both sides so rather than change her position in the chair, she just moved the chair around. "Ugh, yea. This chair feels like it has shrunk suddenly today, its weird."

"Y-yea... I don't know how you fit into it in the first place, they gave you a really small one for some reason."

"Well... regular size for a full human, I guess."

Oh? So she is aware that she isn't fully human, but unaware that there is anything wrong with that. Whatever form she turns into becomes what is normal for her. Both women were startled by the sound of her pants ripping a bit- which is impressive because they are a pretty flexible material. Luna tried to bend over to look at the damage to her pants but winced and the proto-horns suddenly burst out of her head! The blood had already drained from the place where the horns broke, so there was no bleeding. They are as wide as they are long. She put her hand up in reaction to the feeling but Maranda could tell by the look on her face she could not determine what caused the feeling. She thinks the horns are normal, so she is unable to tell that she just grew them- she thinks they have always been there. Luna tried to scoot herself forward to grab the nubs for the stylus for Maranda, but her arms could not reach! Every time she tried to wheel up to her desk, her udder squished against the edge of the desk and held her back! As if in response it gave a sort of gurgling-squelching sound and grew in a sudden surge! Suddenly you could see the impression of her four teats on the fabric over them and her pants ripped even more! The lower two segments of her udder are caught under the waist of her pants, so it's the reason her clothing is giving out so quickly!

Luna leaned over to lower her chair so she could squeeze the udder under the desk instead of into its edge, but as soon as she did the shift in weight caused the chair to roll out from under her! She hit her head on the edge of the desk, but her horns protected her from being hurt by it. Both women blushed and looked back at the chair- still under Luna's butt in spite of her being forced onto her feet now. Her hips are so wide that her ass is holding the chair up, instead of the other way around! Her breasts are so small now that you cannot see their curvature at all through the bulky sweater, but her udder is still growing- her pants digging into the middle point on it quite hard. A ball of fluff started to grow on the end of her tail and rapidly lengthen into a proper tassel , but only half the hair is black like on her head- the other half is white. Her thighs started to grow forward and back rather than all around, causing them to become more disk shaped, then to large triangular haunches. The chair was starting to look comically tiny on her gigantic rump- but then so was the rest of her own body at this point. Her socks were pulled down as her hooves expanded in width and her legs bulked up- not from fat but her actual bones enlarging. Maranda could not tell if the straining sounds were from her body, clothing, or the chair- the answer is probably all the above.

Maranda scrambled over behind her. "Oh uhm... here, let me uh... get this for you."

"Thanks... so embarrassing..."

Maranda grabbed the chair and tried to pull it off, but the arms on it were made to be somewhat flexible, so they gripped the giant hips making the chair harder to remove. Her actual pelvis was now turning to a V shape, so the two points that jut out from the back are actually hooked under the loop of the chair's arms! Now standing even closer to the changing woman; Maranda can hear the hollow pops and crunching of the shifting bones in her hips. With a loud pop Luna was suddenly forced to bow forward more! Uh oh- her hips and thighs have changed shape so much that it is removing her ability to stand on two legs! Bending forward suddenly also caused her sharp hip bones to yank on her overtaxed pants and shred them! Because they are an elastic material, when her pants ripped straight through, the elastic caused them to spring off and fall to the floor! Now Maranda was treated to the sight of a giant cow butt clad in pink panties that looked like they will explode if you so much as touch them. It looked like Luna was getting several bruises too- but then it occurred to Maranda that it was most likely the skin itself changing color- cow splotches, before she has any fur. Her panties are yanked down in the front to let the udder over them- the only reason they haven't broken yet. The udder sloshed forward, free of the pants and rolled off the front of the chair, since the seat of the chair wasn't even big enough to cover HALF of her ass at this point. Each of the four segments of her udder are the size of a slightly stretched out watermelon- and it was still growing! That is a blue ribbon endowment right there. Her teats flopped around fat and heavy on its underside; each as thick as a human thumb.

Marc slowly stood up in his cubical to look at them over the walls with his brow furrowed, wondering what the hell was going on. Both women spoke at the same time, telling him to mind his own business- and like a wack-a-mole he slowly lowered himself back into his cubical. Even he is unable to see anything amiss- her body seems normal to him, the fact she is stuck in her chair and her clothes don't fit is however still weird.

"A-ack! Maranda, wait, if you pull too hard you'll yank me over, and I would probably crush you if I sat on you." She waddled forward to grab the edge of her desk. "Here, try n-nah!"

The joints between thigh and hip suddenly popped and transformed all the way, yanking her forward again, catching herself only because she had her hands on the desk. She cannot stand on two legs now! The last shift caused her hips to get even wider still and that was all the chair could take! One arm shattered right off the side of the chair and the rest fell to her other side! Her grip on the table started to rapidly loosen though too. Maranda could hear the bones crunching as they changed shape and were drawn together, fusing to form a cannon bone! Her hands are getting longer, her thumb and pinky regressing and staying in relatively the same position as they devolved rapidly into dew claws and the other three became the front two segments. Her middle finger regressed into nothing to feed the two flanking it, and the nails turned charcoal black and bulked up into hoof segments, dominating the digits hosting them. This robbed her hand of any ability to hold anything, so she was just propping herself up precariously, and then once the hoof segments became too big she slipped entirely, because solid keratin cannot grip the table as well as flesh can. Luna held her breath thinking her face was going to get slammed into the desk again, but she stopped just short! Her arms were bulking up as well- causing them to reach the floor before her head hit the table surface!

Luna's sweater was once again filled but this time by her expanding torso! Her midriff expanded outward, flattening away the inward curve as finger-thick milk veins bulged out of her travelling from the udder up her underside some ways. Her spine became clearly visible on the surface of her skin as it bulked up and then new vertebrae yanked her body longer! Luna moaned loudly but it ended up coming out as a cow's lowing! Her voice dropped several pitches mid-moo. Her entire body was expanding rapidly! All of her bones clicked and popped softly as they had to re-set at their new sizes several times over. She is now as tall as she used to be standing up- while on all fours! Her udder dug into the front and her tail into the back- her panties finally gave up the ghost and popped off- like her pants, they were slingshot away from her when they burst. Maranda had an unfortunately up-close view that Luna's entire rump was fully changed; large leaf-shaped cow vulva included. The udder is so large now that is like an organic wrecking ball; it's so heavy that it is harder to set into motion, but once it's in motion it is very hard to stop. Luna's former pride- her glorious breasts are long gone now, her nipples fading away into nothing on her rapidly expanding chest. The sweater is flexible and already very large on her, so it actually still fit a cow. Not well- but it does.

The transformation sped toward its conclusion as the veins in her neck bulged massively and then the bones of her neck started to pop and lengthen- the sound of them popping echoed up her throat. She lowed again as the bridge of her nose popped loudly and became tremendously wide, and her jaws started to advance forward- distorting her face! Her entire head grew tremendously and stretched into a more triangular shape. Huge nostrils, then a huge tongue, flatter teeth- her top front teeth regressing away entirely; bovine do not have teeth there. Like a shadow across her body, billions of hairs started to sprout in a wave starting from the tassel of her tail and her pubes and spreading across everything- the fur nearly matched the transitioned tone of her skin. Her body is a base white with large black splotches- each splotch is bordered by a rim of blue-grey to transition the two colors. She half-turned to look at Maranda with a bit of dazed confusion. Her face grew so large that her eyes were forced to the side of her head though, blurring her vision temporarily, and then her iris grew in size to almost entirely hide the whites of her eyes. As her head stretched out, her human hair was forced out, falling to the floor as the wave of fur caught up. The top and back of her head was black, and the top of her long face, so a stripe of blue-grey covered the side of her face and the underside of her face and neck are white. Her nose and lips remained neon pink in contrast to everything else- matching only her large pussy and monstrously gigantic udder.

Each change overlapped another, so the entire process progressed almost faster than Maranda could even process. In a matter of minutes Luna went from a busty beautiful woman to a huge cow with... impressive endowments. Even on her large bovine legs- her udder is so large that it cannot clear the floor entirely! The very ends of her teats brush the floor under her! Its surface is a web of fat milk veins toward the top, and transitions to smooth soft skin on the later half- the bottom two segments slightly larger than the top two. Each teat is large enough to completely fill a human hand.

"W-well... guess that chair couldn't cut it anymore. I don't know how I used it for so long without even noticing..."

Maranda was a bit surprised to hear human speech coming from a feral cow- Luna's voice is very deep now but still womanly, and she can still pronounce things just fine. "Y-yea. How can they expect a cow to sit in a human chair? It is almost insulting; hiring a cow but then expecting you to work without any accommodations for your... species."

Maranda was shocked by a large metal spear landing in front of her suddenly and almost fell onto her ass, but then was shocked even worse when she looked at where it came from! A giant mechanical spider lurched over them!! The body of the spider is not that large, but its legs are extremely long, allowing it to step over entire cubicals like they were nothing, and came straight for them. The spear is only the end of one of her eight limbs.

Its mechanical mandibles shuddered with an agitated hiss. "Property damaaagge..."

Maranda recognized that voice- even if it is a synthetic version of it; the secretary!! The spider is Avelyn! Luna unintentionally destroyed a chair- which meant Avelyn needed to file a report for destruction of office property and order a new chair. Her personality was so robotic to begin with that it was hard to tell if it changed to match her new form.

Luna flopped back on her giant rump, sitting like a dog. "The chair was way too small! It isn't my fault! I need a special chair, or like... a beanbag chair or something."

Avelyn hissed again. "If the old chair was inadequate you should have filed a complaint before its destruction."

Maranda was a bit nervous still looking up at a giant robot spider looming over them- but knowing it was Avelyn in there made it a little easier. "Just talk to Barry about it, I am sure it is not that big of a deal."

"Mr. MacGuire is... indisposed at the moment."

Maranda glanced past Avelyn and seen Barry's silhouette through the textured glass walls of his office... as he grew larger and larger, hunched over his desk and then being forced to stand as his own chair became far too small. Oh geeze... so this is Maranda's life now? She works with literal animals? Although their minds don't seem to be affected- their bodies now reflected their minds instead of the other way around. This is technically what she wished for... just, not how she expected it to be executed. Maranda had to admit it was more than a little amusing seeing Luna reduced to a big cow. She was so full of herself before- now she is sitting on the floor confused and too big to actually use her own desk. Hah. Serves her right- she has always been flaunting her udders, but now they really are the tits of a cow!

Maranda was snapped out of her inner monologue as Luna offers her the nubs she asked for- using her lips, since she no longer had hands! She picked them up with her mouth.

"O-oh.... thanks, Luna." She was a bit dazed for a moment in her spinning thoughts. "Uh, I hope they get you set up properly and all that. I better get back to my work."

"Yea... talk to you after."

03 Self-Service

Maranda returned to her own desk but absolutely could not get her thoughts straight to work at all. Everyone was turning into animals! What was Barry becoming?! Would everyone she encounters turn into animals? No, that cannot be it, because she remembers seeing lots of people on the way to work, and lots of people on the streets the night before- immediately after Baph granted her wish- and they did not change. The changes did not seem to happen in the blink of an eye either though- so it could just be a delayed reaction. Maranda's face slowly turned red and she started tapping her stylus on the desk rapidly as she started to wonder... what the hell is Marc going to turn into? Big, dumb, handsome... are those traits just going to get even worse? Wait- he is probably going to be naked! Unless he turns into something that is also human sized- he is either going to break out of his clothing or fall out of them- either way, now is her chance to see him in the nude, no strings attached.

She turned the corner of his cubical but was disappointed to see he is still entirely human.

He seen her coming from the corner of his eye and turned in his chair. "Hey~ what's up? What the heck was happening over there with Luna? Her chair looks like it exploded. And was she... wearing human clothes?"

"Well, can't blame a... uh, cow for wanting to act a little more human, in a human office place, right? Probably just wanted to fit in."

"So... what... did you need?"

Oh right, she needs an actual reason to be here. "I was really stumped... one of those low inspiration days, y'know. Uh... can I like, just watch you work for a bit? Maybe give myself some ideas from watching you."

"Oh, uh, sure. Never turn down good company, heh." He scoot his chair over a bit so she could pull up a chair from one of the empty desks.

Maranda knew it wouldn't take much convincing to get him to play along. He is sort of flirty with Maranda, but he is also sort of flirty with... everyone, all the time. As far as she knows, she is the only one in the office he ever actually tried to ask out, but he is always trying to wedge himself into conversations that don't involve him. He tries to act all macho and like he is good at or knows about things even though it is pretty obvious he doesn't. He has neatly combed back dark brown hair and matching eyes. You can tell at a glance he works out often, and his body language screams big ego, small brain. He is about as difficult to read as a children's picture book.

Maranda immediately glanced at him as he tried to adjust himself in the chair and wobbled more than intended- almost falling over! When he lifted up his butt on one side his butt cheek inflated in size, almost toppling him over. When he put weight back onto it, the other cheek inflated to match it again! His butt wobbled under him like a cushion of Jell-O a moment but then the subtle sound of stretching tissue could be heard and suddenly the mass hardened! Muscle, not fat. His tail bone started to project, and thanks to his now much larger muscular butt his pants did not fit as well as a moment before, and his proto-tail was exposed in a gap in the back. The muscles in his legs involuntarily flexed, lifting him a bit in his seat and causing him to lift his feet up and place them on the wheels below the chair instead of the floor. Maranda's eyes also immediately locked onto a massive bulge as she was examining the changes to his legs! A clearly visible bulge formed in the crotch of his jeans, which caused him to shuffle his posture back a bit to lean his crotch forward to try and give it move space. Seems his 'big-dick energy' was finally translating.

There was a moment where they both blushed- the bulge in his pants grew still bigger and he was about to reach down to undo the button on his jeans but then glanced at Maranda and she had to quickly glance away and then he immediately remembered that would be a bad idea. Jeans are not a forgiving material, and his package was outgrowing its prison, but he could not just flop it out in an office place- especially with Maranda practically right beside him! The sound of stretching tissue was louder from Marc's body than from Luna, because his expansion is so muscle-heavy, so there is less padding over it to muffle the sound. His entire body was getting bigger, and even more muscular than it already was! His white shirt started to lift up exposing his midriff and his abs are already so tight you could wedge a pencil between them without it falling back out! Even more delicious though; his crotch is increasingly veiny toward his crotch. The fat throbbing veins pinched tightly between the surface tissue and bulging muscle below. His sleeves were now too small on him and only went halfway down his forearms, and the muscles of his arms are so bulbous it looks like the seams are ready to burst around them.

Marc groaned and leaned forward a bit, scooting forward on the seat more so his package was actually not sitting directly on the chair. As he leaned forward the rock hard veins in his neck throbbed and his entire neck started to thicken with muscle, turning his face red a bit from increased blood pressure as his heart grew in size in his chest, and then his neck stretched longer! Unexpectedly his hair started to very slowly, but visibly get longer, and it became increasingly wavy as it grew out. Once his neck got longer, his hairline in the back suddenly dipped and advanced its way down the back of his neck! He's growing a mane! Oh of course that is what he would turn into! Marci s a stud! He is turning into a horse!

Maranda looked at him rather timidly. "D-do you work out Marc?"

"Oh yea, does it show? Haha."

"Oh, let's see you flex."

Of course Marc did it without even thinking, but Maranda knew full well what she was doing. He turned and flexed his muscles but the moment he did his shirt absolutely exploded! His pecs tore it in the front and his biceps tore it at the arms at the same time, so all the rips met in the middle and the entire shirt blew off! Maranda was immediately greeted with pectoral muscles so big they equaled her breasts in size. The muscles down his entire torso are so bulbous that you can easily count them on the surface! Horses weigh an average of 300 pounds and are almost entirely muscle- his are still trapped in a human frame.

His face went beet red. "Oh gosh! I am so sorry...I didn't mean... I... I guess I shouldn't have tried fitting into a shirt that small in the first place, haha. I need to update my wardrobe."

"O-oh, it's fine..." Her own face is neon red, but for different reasons.

She never accepted Marc's date offer because he is just one of those muscle head, people-pleaser types, she would have nothing in common to talk to him about, buuut, she isn't against watching that body of his. He is hot, she was always quick to admit that much.

It started to sound like Marc was breathing harder, but she noted his nostrils had increased in size and the entire bridge of his nose is larger- making it sound louder. His lungs are likely starting to expand as well to feed all those muscles. He kept shifting in his chair- trying to find a position that was comfortable but that no longer existed. Marc is also trying to be as subtle as possible about it since Maranda was right there- but it was impossible at this point. His jeans started to groan with the pain of strained fabric. Shifting his seating flexed his growing leg muscles enough that the seams on the sides of his pants popped with a dry sound. He glanced at Maranda to see if she noticed that, but she quickly glanced at his monitor to pretend she didn't. More distressing than that though; there was a dull metal pop every few seconds as another tooth of the zipper on his pants was forced apart! The bulge in his crotch is growing so tremendous that it is forcing his zipper open entirely on its own!

Inside his pants his balls are churning in their scrotum, taking turns growing till the scrotum pulls smooth and then the scrotum catches up. With each small surge in size and weight they turn darker, from peach to dull red, to violet, to purple, and finally matte black. The sparse hair that was on his scrotum when it was human fell out leaving only a fine nearly undetectable peach-fuzz around the now softball sized orbs. His balls alone took up all of the space in his underpants, forcing them down as far as they could go with his pants over them still in the way. So it was his bare dick versus the zipper of his jeans. His foreskin thickened tremendously, taking the same color evolution as his now equine scrotum. It swallowed his dick but then it surged in size itself and lurched back out. It felt like he was getting an erection but his penis did not get any harder at all, and the feeling did not stop. The rapid blood flow into his cock was entirely to fuel the growth itself; none left over to actually erect the beast. Which is good for Marc, because if he was erect his pants would already be long gone. It was basically more and more malleable, soft folds of flesh ballooning out. What had formerly been the end of his foreskin puffed up at the edges and became what is now merely a medial ring- a point where the shaft can fold back in on itself, so essentially the same function as a foreskin just... a lot further down the shaft, and also the pooling skin at the base formed yet another point for it to telescope into itself as a sheath. In this out but not erect state- his penis is thicker than a beer can, and folded over itself against the confines of the pants. As soon as the zipper was being forced down, soft, darkening flesh started to billow out of the gap, so the best Marc could do is glance at Maranda hoping she did not notice this going on. He cannot try to reach down and fix it, because not only would that definitely call her attention to his crotch; his skin is forcing its way out, if he tries to close the zipper he will absolutely catch his dick in the zipper's teeth.

His tail flicked randomly on its own as the muscle expanded into its base. As expected for an equine tail, the body of it did not grow too far out before hairs started to sprout from its end. Marc stretched his back a bit, surprising them both when his spine popped and actually stretched longer! When his body started to get longer- his muscle definition started to fade. The muscles were still there, but they were just less visible as his torso barreled out in shape! Now with enough room his muscle structure was assuming an equine form. His shoes popped off on their own as his feet rapidly lengthened. The snapping and cracking sounds from the bones in his feet sounded painful but they must not be, because Marc did not seem to notice it happening at all. He did not even notice his shoes fall off- he was already using every brain cell he had to make it look like he was working on his computer while also having an internalized panic attack over his growing cock. Unlike Luna's feet, his digits did not devolve separately of one another, because a horse does not have cloven hooves. Instead, his middle toe grew tremendously in size and basically absorbed all of the others into itself to form the cannon bone, and one single, giant toe and hoof. This knocked his shoes off and grew so much larger that his socks were pulled down on their own from a lack of space, so they only covered his hoof and none of his actual skin.

Marc paused his work a moment feeling a shifting in his arms and his hand trembled a moment before his middle finger started to grow on either hand, making it obviously hard to hold his stylus.

"Uh... hmm. Something about my stylus feels off today. Like... how the weight sits in my hand. It's weird."

"Oh yea? Hmm." Her eyes were locked on his crotch the entire time.

He squeezed his thighs together in a sudden panic reaction as he felt the zipper get shoved down far enough that his cock sprang up out of his pants! His cock is so large that it cannot even fully pop out of his open fly! The bottom is stuffed between his nuts in his cramped underpants but the top is caught above the fly, so only the middle portion of his dick is bloating out of the opening in a fat arch! Enough of a glimpse for Maranda to see the black coloration ended at the medial ring- it became mottled in the middle and then a neon pink beyond that.

"Aah- I- uh I- I need to go to the bathroom real quick, alright?"

"O-oh... okay." Maranda could not hide the disappointment in her voice.

Oh, so the stallion knows modesty? She caught Luna transforming the whole way, but Marc dashed to the bathroom to finish his in privacy. Grr. Well... horses don't wear pants, and he has to come out of the bathroom eventually.

On his way to the bathroom Marc stumbled a bit- his hips popped and his muscular ass grew even bigger, tearing through the already large rips in the sides of his jeans and demolishing them entirely- he had to grab them and hold the remains to his crotch like a towel as he ran the rest of the way to the bathroom, sort of speed-hobbling. His legs and hips were shifting so far now that it was getting hard to walk on two legs. Avelyn caught a glimpse of him running past and just narrowed all eight of her eyes, trying to calculate reasoning for a horse to be trying to wear human clothing in the first place.

He just tossed the pants to the garbage can in the bathroom, honestly not even remembering why he owned them- they would never fit properly in the first place. His cock still was not erect, but it was not in his sheath either, so its tremendous weight made itself known as the soft meat flopped around in the open air. His hooves now fully formed, his socks rubbed off on the carpet on the way to the bathroom since they fit so poorly, so his hooves on the tile floor sounded like someone banging two halves of a coconut together. Marc is hunched over like he was trying to pick something up and threw out his back- but this was as straight as his current bone structure allowed. He only needed to nudge his underwear with his deforming hands to get them to slide off- his balls were shoving them down with enough pressure already in the middle, completely filling his underwear entirely on their own. Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg- not only was he turning into a stallion, he is a rather large breed at that. His cock dangles in a lazy arch but is still long enough to reach his knees- and is as thick as a beer can. The head of the shaft still looks human but is starting to deform now- the urethra starting to stick out a bit and the area immediately around it starting to sink in to make it stand out even more. It STILL felt like he was continuously getting an erection as his growing heart just kelp feeding it more and more.

He went over to the mirror to look at himself and try to figure out what was wrong with him, but obviously he was unable to tell. His ears are becoming leaf shaped now and his teeth are growing in size, forcing his jaws to expand slowly to fit them all, but he was mentally incapable of knowing there was anything wrong with that. He groaned loudly and it transitioned almost into a whiney as he threw his head back and his neck and back both grew a little bit longer still- this made him too long for his body to be able to stand upright properly, and so his hips finished their own transformation and locked him suddenly into an all-fours position! Marc caught himself on the edge of the sink with his deforming hands- his middle finger now gigantic and the others smaller and squeezed into the side of it. His nail now giant and charcoal grey as it turns fully into a hoof. His pupils stretch into rectangles and he became blind to the color red, and greens became desaturated. His vision then blurred entirely as his face started to shove out from the rest of his skull so steeply that his eyes were forced to the side of his head! The cracking sound of the shifting bone was incredibly loud from inside of his own head, but since he was incapable of understanding that he is transforming- he is also unable to identify the sound, or react to it; even though he still hears it. His cock finally starts to bob with more aggression- swinging back down a little less every time. It became a little bit thinner but not by much, as it became much longer. Even on his MUCH longer torso, his cock advanced past his stomach, to his ribs, past his ribs! Even by horse standards he is huge!

Fur quickly spread from the base of his mane and tail, his crotch, and from patches that formed on his shins, forearms, and chest. Unlike his hair though- his fur grew in with a pale sandy brown, not a dark brown. When it got to his face it formed a white stripe leading to a white patch over the entire end of his forming muzzle. The fur also faded to white at the very end of his limbs and billowed out into long fetlocks that dragged on the floor! He is no race horse, he is a giant Clydesdale- at the very least 500 pounds of muscle bulk.

Marc lifted one front hoof and pawed at the air toward his bobbing cock. It is so long and large that the beat of his heart could be seen in its erratic twitching- the shaft bobbing this way and that, drooling pre which unintentionally drew glossy lines all over the floor under him following the pattern of his cock's dance. He wanted to touch it, he needed to masturbate but he doesn't have hands! He is so horny! He cannot go out like this, with his cock wobbling all over the damn place for Maranda to see! But... how does he masturbate without hands? He also cannot masturbate like a horse. Normally a horse uses the muscles in the base of its cock to bounce the head off its underside... but his is so tremendously huge that the head is slightly past his FRONT legs- which means the head cannot hit his underside; it's too long! Or... just long enough.

He lowered his head, and could smell the hot salty musk off the surface of the cock. His face is fully horse now- long and well defined; even a few veins visible on his face since his heart is pounding so hard from the changes. He used his dexterous lips to grab at the head of his penis. From the touch, the glans immediately started to swell with blood pressure, deforming the last of its human shape as it flared out to the sides to become more dish-shaped, but retained the soft-cleft dome front, just, stretched out. Marc pushed himself up off the sink with his front hooves so he could better reach his cock. He managed to push his head far enough down that his lips popped over the very broad head and his urethra nudged the end of his large tongue. Too distracted from the feelings, he lost his balance in his awkward pose and could not stand upright on his own, so the moment he slipped off the sink he fell on his ass! The impact forced his entire body to bend over a bit more, which unintentionally shoved his cock deep into his mouth, slamming back through his very long muzzles and bopped the back of his throat! Without taking it out of his mouth, Marc just flopped over onto his side, grunting from the impact while continuing to suck on his giant member. His balls clenched over and over to his groin and swelled even a bit larger. His size was right for a Clydesdale but his genitals were not- this was above and beyond any normal horse of any breed. Just like Luna's udder is obscenely big, to the point where she can barely walk because of it pressing into the insides of both her rear legs. And Avelyn did not turn into a spider- she turned into a robot spider. It seems the effects of Baph's magic do not limit people to the forms of NORMAL animals.

Marc pressed his head to the wall to keep it bent as far as possible while he thrust his hips up to shove more cock into his mouth, staring down his own shaft at his massive orbs doing push-ups in his scrotum. His sheath alone is so plush and meaty you could fit an entire fire extinguisher in it when his cock isn't out. His urethra pulsed with stiffness; its bulge visible on the surface of the shaft throbbing with his pleasure, delivering gobs of salty precum to wet his taste buds. With every thrust it became harder to move his cock- the head flared larger and harder, gipping and dragging along the insides of his mouth. The edge became bumpy as it flared fully- so wide that the last tenth of his shaft was also forced wider into a cone-shape to keep up with the head! He grunt several time, jetting massive gusts of hot air out of his nostrils as his cock vibrated several times before finally exploding! He quickly swallowed all the jets of his own hot cum- afraid of letting any get anywhere in the bathroom. It has a very distinctive smell and without hands he would not be able to clean it up properly, so someone would definitely find out what he did. It remained locked in his mouth for a few moments- stuck in place from the girth of the flare before it softened enough to slide back out. It swung heavily back between his legs, getting fatter and shorter as the folds of plush skin stuffed themselves back into the sheath, fattening it up in the process. Once he was finally fully packed away, he was able to return to Maranda, making up excuses as to what took him so long. His breath still smelled like cum, and unlike everyone else Maranda knew he transformed, so it did not take her long to see through his lies. Staring at the ebon nuts and sheath, she wanted so badly to touch that hot, smooth skin. Maranda bet it felt sooo soft and squishy. But, even now that he is a horse, it would definitely still be weird to just touch his junk out of the blue.

Maranda returned to her own desk eventually, and as the day progressed, she did notice some other people with a few animal features in the office but she tried to subtly watch them for a bit and they did not seem to change any further. There was also people in the office who were entirely human. So how come some people seemed to be immune? She also tried her best to make excuses to walk past Luna and Marc again, going to the coffee machine or water cooler or bathroom to pass them and checkup. Luna actually managed to get work done by wedging her stylus between the front two segments of her hoof. She had nothing to sit on yet so she was just on the floor; but she is so much larger now as a cow that she could still reach her screen easily from there. Marc ended up using his mouth- since equine have loose, dexterous lips he was able to use the stylus from his mouth and ignore his front limbs entirely. Even sitting on the floor Marc was a bit tall for his screen, but they are on multi-jointed stands so he just adjusted his to be further out and tilted it up toward his long face. Maranda has never seen a cow or horse sit on its butt like that before, so even just that was weird on its own. Seeing Avelyn dash over to someone's desk to ask them to fill something out was terrifying. She is able to completely ignore the layout of the office and her long mechanical spider limbs reach across cubicals, stepping over people's heads to walk directly to her target. This is not at all what Maranda was expecting to come of her wish, but it certainly is fascinating to watch!

04 Diminutive Apprentice

Maranda was on her way back from the bathroom, taking the long way around so she passes behind Marc again to check on the stud, but as soon as she turned the corner she gasped and almost fell over backwards at the sight of a giant bear!

The golden furred bear stood up onto its hind legs, standing so tall that the back of his head rest against the roof. "Oh, sorry again. I don't mean to sneak up on you, I swear."

"B-b-Barry?!"

"Yea?" He tilted his head.

The only bit of clothing he is still wearing is his glasses which now look comically tiny on his bear muzzle. He is still sort-of wearing a shirt, but it's in two halves draped from around either shoulder, the rest of his outfit must have exploded off. Barry cannot even stand entirely straight because his head would pop through the cheap tile roof. He had no trouble keeping his balance on two legs unlike the other animals, but still dropped onto all fours to walk around- which is how he managed to remain unintentionally hidden from Maranda.

"W-what, uh... what did you need?"

"Oh, I was just wondering how Holly's training is going? I know she is sort of your apprentice. She was doing a proof of concept yesterday; does she have anything presentable yet or...?"

Oh gosh! Maranda forgot her little apprentice entirely! She has been so fascinated with what people have been turned into that she entirely forgot Holly and hasn't even checked in with her yet today, and the day is already over half over! OH NO. Has Holly been turned into something?! Maranda still does not understand what determines who changes and who doesn't; the people she was annoyed with all turned, but there is nothing saying the people she actually enjoys haven't changed too. She likes Barry as a boss after all- though he does annoy her a little from time to time.

"Ah, s-shoot I was so concentrated on trying to get out of my own work slump that I haven't had the time to check in with her- I will go check on her now."

"Haha, it is fine. I would have asked her directly but you seemed to have been keeping tabs on her and I don't want to intimidate the new kid, right? Don't want to seem over-bear-ing, aa-haha!"

It is still bizarre to hear them make direct reference to the animals they have become, while at the same time acting like everything is as it should be. Maranda dashed through the office- Holly is new so she ended up getting stuck toward the very back because it was one of the only offices not already occupied. Because of the nature of their work; it isn't that big of a deal to work from home, so while there was many empty desks currently- they DO belong to someone still working. Maranda found Holly sitting at her desk and sighed in relief; the petite woman was working as normal. Holly insisted that she was fine on her own, but Maranda made sure to stay to help her out. She wouldn't interfere with Holly's work, of course, she just wanted to stick around and observe in case there was any advice she could offer, or in case Holly did end up having any questions. Besides, this far back in the office; they were relatively safe from Avelyn walking over them to get to someone else.

Holly has orange-brown hair that is long and full of large curls. She has no real curves to speak of- her bust only a B cup. She has an adorable face though- naturally long lashes and very plump lips to frame her small mouth. She wears thin framed round glasses that are absolutely huge on her face. Though she was a complete noob with the software when she first arrived at the office; her talent for digital art was very apparent. Especially the way she could just sketch up a pair of hands without using reference. Maranda was about to mention how she was slouching in her chair and that would hurt her back- she held her tongue as she realized Holly was actually still sitting up straight! She is shrinking!

Maranda wanted to warn her or try to help her but there wasn't anything she could do to fix this- and worse- Holly would not even be aware it is happening in the first place. Maranda will just look like she is crazy if she reacts to the changes at all. Holly's transformation seemed more subtle and fluent than the others. Rather than reshaping abruptly from one body shape to the other, some parts of her body did not shrink at the same rate as the others- causing the animal features to sort of rise out of her as she diminished. The most obvious was her ears- becoming larger and rounder in comparison to the rest of her. Her already too-big glasses were now gigantic! Her clothing became loose as Holly sunk into her seat. Her feet no longer reach the floor, and then her shoes fell free of her feet entirely on their own, followed by her socks as she shrank still further. Her nails became thicker and pointed, then compressed in a bit horizontally to make them more narrow, turning them into tiny claws. Bubbles of fat formed on the inside of her hands and underside of her feet, and her toes seemed to lengthen! The smaller she became the longer a tail grew behind her, at first being trapped in a pant leg but then as she continued to get smaller it lashed out behind her; easily freeing itself from the ill-fit clothing.

She looked like she was just wearing a poorly fit outfit, but then it started to look like a child wearing adult clothing, and still she shrank. Her bodily proportions started to shift, her stomach sticking out more and then her chest, causing her breasts to seem to shrink away into nothing- though they were still present, just not outwardly. A second set of nipples appeared below her first, then another, then another. The areola on the top set faded away but the nipples remained- the other sets never had areola to begin with, and all four sets are neon pink. Holly squirmed from the sensation of the multitude of nipples forming and wanted to touch them, but could not with Maranda standing directly behind her chair. She was practically swimming in her own clothing at this point- she had to keep pulling her sleeves back so her arms could reach beyond them. Her pubic hair turned to fur and started to spread out consuming the end of her tail and racing down. Fur sprout from her upper back as well and started to creep across her increasingly round torso as it lost more and more of its human shape!

Smaller and smaller- Holly could no longer reach her desk! The arms of the chair were against the desk and she still could not reach it, and her sleeves were so giant she could not roll them high enough to get her arms out the ends! She hunched forward to keep her shirt from simply falling off her- the collar now so big that it could fit over both shoulders at the same time! Her glasses fell from her face, now so huge each lens was as big as her face. Holly making very long exhales as her lungs became increasingly tiny- reducing the amount of air that could fit in them. Her ears are now perfectly round, thin, and neon pink. Her hands and feet are also pink- and the advance of fur seemed to ignore them. Her top front teeth did not shrink as fast as the rest, causing them to overgrow her mouth a bit, and then a lot! Whiskers caused her face to flinch as they popped out and grew. Her nose and lips turned neon pink and as her head shrunk its shape started to deform- pulling her face out into a muzzle.

Holly's forced exhales were now joined with tiny squeaks of desperation. She did not understand why her clothes did not fit! Maranda is right there! She should be able to reach her computer... if she doesn't; Maranda is going to think she cannot do her job properly! She can do it fine it's just that... well, she doesn't know. She doesn't know why she can't do it right now- she was doing fine just a few minutes earlier. The fur advanced over the backs of her ears only, and with a much thinner coating- and made it only just past the wrist on the backs of her hands and no further. It started to consume her deforming head though and her beautiful hair started to fall out to make way! By now she is so tiny that she has to crane her neck up to even look at the edge of the desk- her monitor is not even visible to her! She became so tiny that she lost herself in the folds of her own clothing and scrambled to find the opening to pop her head back out! By the time Holly emerged from her clothing pooled on the chair; she had fully transformed into a tiny field mouse- though her fur color still matched her former hair color.

Maranda thought her speech had been reduced to nothing but squeaks but that wouldn't make sense; all the others can still talk fine. Maranda had to lower her head down to Holly to be able to tell what she was saying! Her voice shrank with the rest of her, so it is extremely tiny and impossible to hear without being very close to her. Holly had Maranda help her up onto her desk and bring her monitor down. Holly's glasses needed to be placed on the desk in front of her so she could look up and through the lenses- her entire body is smaller than a single lens so there is no way she could actually put the glasses on- but still needed them to see! She grabbed the stylus with both her tiny hands and resumed work as normal- though a bit sloppier and slower now that she is forced to use both hands just to hold the giant stylus. She did not even acknowledge or question her own discarded clothing in fear of looking like a confused dimwit in front of Maranda. Why would a mouse even own clothing so big? Maranda on the other hand was now lost in thoughts and not actually paying attention to what Holly was working on. Her little apprentice was now EXTRA little. Though, she supposed the form is fitting- Holly is rather mousy. Maranda felt bad for the little thing, trying so hard to work as usual but clearly ill-fit for a human job. Holly did not seem upset by it though because she was unable to understand that anything changed- she is just determined to make it work. Maranda was able to use that as solace; no one affected by this would think it's punishing even if it is, because they think it's normal. Whatever grief they have to put up with because of these transformations is considered normal to them, so they are incapable of fretting over it.

Even by the end of the day, Maranda had a dazed look on her face, barely able to comprehend what was going on around her. The giant, long legs of Avelyn swinging around as she attempts to do ten things at once at her desk- Barry accidentally breaking furniture or snapping his door off its hinges because he doesn't know his own strength. Luna actually asked if Maranda could MILK her at one point- Maranda of course refused... and also found it weird she did not appear to ask anyone else. If she really needed to be milked, why did she only ask Maranda? Marc probably would have jumped over the walls of his cubical to get the chance to milk her, but Luna never asked him. Every time Marc stood up to do something else, Maranda immediately gawked at him, because he can't wear pants now, so those huge ebon globes between his legs flop about in the open whenever he stands. She had to make sure to run over and help Holly again at the end of the day- afraid she might hurt herself trying to get down from her desk, and then afraid of someone stepping on her by accident, and then afraid of her getting hurt on the way home. Oh gosh, how is a mouse supposed to survive in a human world?! Holly insisted she was fine though, and eventually scurried out of Maranda's control. As fun as some of this was... she wanted to find Baph again on the ride home to try to fix all this. Not necessarily recall her wish just... change how the effects are implemented.

Barry held out a giant bear-paw to stop her on the way out. "Hey, you be careful on the ride home. Do you take the subway or bus?"

"Bus- there are no subway stations close enough to here to be worth it."

He nodded. "Yea, I heard on the news today someone left a giant dick on the bus yesterday, and they're still trying to figure out who it belonged to. What a thing to leave on a bus, right?"

"A...a dick? Like..." She motioned to her crotch. "Like a disembodied cock?"

"Yea- a huge one. Honestly I don't even know how something like that works... like, it has no body and just... exists on its own? Anyway- weird things happening lately, just watch yourself, okay?"

"Alright..."

Holy shit. The old man who tried to feel her up on the bus yesterday! He turned into a literal giant dick! She would have liked to see that! Or... the aftermath anyway. As fitting as that punishment is... how does a giant disembodied cock even sustain itself? On the bus ride home, there was also a tortoise sitting toward the front that she stared at the entire time. It was withdrawn into its shell. It took her the entire ride home to realize that is where an old lady and her stroller always are! She turned into a tortoise! But most of the people on the bus are perfectly human. A good number of people seem to be unaffected by her wish. So then what is the criteria for its effects? She got off the bus and turned to look at the graffiti on the side to re-create her encounter the other day and noticed there was none! The bus is clean! It is the same bus as the day before but the graffiti is gone. She called for Baph, but there was no answer. Uh oh. It is not like she has Baph's phone number... how is she supposed to contact him in case something goes horribly wrong? She needs to modify her wish but has no way of doing so without being able to find Baph first.

05 What Goes Around

Maranda had dinner and tried to settle down that night, but her mind was still racing with so many questions and still trying to comprehend all that she had seen. She randomly flipped through television stations, not really looking for anything specific- she was trying to see if anyone on TV was now replaced by an animal. She did eventually stop when she seen the report on the giant dick- and they even showed video of it on TV! Like it was perfectly normal! They treated the report like it was someone's lost dog, but there is this giant veiny human cock leaned in a seat on the bus, with glans as big as a human head; the old man's clothing stretched around the base of the shaft. Oh yea, perfectly normal. As frightening as the concept was... seeing a dick that big was sort of hot. And the fact that he got that form as punishment for what he tried to do to her was a bit of a turn on too. And then Maranda got to thinking about seeing Marc's giant meat log today... or, most of it anyway. If only he had not dashed to the bathroom. Now she wondered if riding him would be normal? Like, he is normally a horse now, and she is still human, so would riding him be considered weird or normal? Would he still hit on her now that he was a horse? He is a different species now so that wouldn't make sense... would it?

Maranda squirmed a bit in her seat feeling a bit aroused. She decided to go to bed early, and slipped her panties down as she got into bed and gently touched herself. Ooh, she really is aroused- she feels so sensitive down there. Maranda supposed it was a long time since she had a boyfriend. And she had witnessed some wild things today. Her face heated up as she started to roll her finger just above her clit faster and faster. Her whole body started to feel hot, her pussy felt almost... hungry. It needed something in it to scratch that deep itch. Her hand rolled over her clit and stuffed two fingers into her passage, then three, then four! She rolled the ball of her thumb over her clit while penetrating herself with all four fingers. She dug in so aggressively, pawing at herself. It felt like scratching an itch but it did not fade away when she scratched, it just made her more desperate to knead it. She became so wet. It felt like she was burning up internally and her eyes did not even focus on anything- becoming almost frenzied. Her pussy lips swelled up and inward, squeezing her fingers with thick but plush folds of skin. Pink started to fade to orange-ish and then brown skin, then dark brown, then nearly but not quite black! Her vaginal passage actually lengthened a bit, projecting out from her and her labia inflated like balloons to project even further out from her! The vaginal muscles clenched hard, sputtering hot pussy juice out from around her hand as her entire vulva scrunched up, getting yanked closer to her anus! Of course- the vaginal passage runs along the anus already; it can't get any closer, so by being shoved closer it causes the rest of it to squish together. Instead of a long slit the bottom was squished against her anus for lack of room and deformed her labia into the shape of an extremely plush triangle... a canine vulva.

Maranda was too frenzied by the heat and desperate to get off that she did not notice her change at all. Her pleasure was hitting electrical highs like she was having a climax but she never went over the edge- it just kept going, making her more desperate to go over, but it wasn't happening. Now her transformed vulva squished in and stretched out with her fingers. If she pressed her fingers into the sides as she pulled out- her vulva yanked out along with it and stretched a good inch and a half out from her before snapping back into place! Against her palm still on the outside, it felt sort of like a large squishy stress-ball; very rubbery and soft... and incredibly hot like the rest of her body. Maranda used one hand to swat around wildly under her bed to grab her dildo without actually looking away, practically threw it onto the bed and then without even sitting up, kicked it with her heel up into her pussy! As soon as it penetrated deeper into her than her fingers could, she shuddered. She cupped her hand over it and rolled it around, shoving it lightly in over and over and each time she shuddered in a small orgasm, over and over. She could still feel a building in her though. Two near-black dots formed over her crotch- the skin then stiffening as it compressed inward and then started to project out into two small dark brown bumps. All the manipulation of the flesh down there also caused her anus to puff up, swelling outward and darkening to a near-black shade of brown to match her labia, but swelled out almost as much! That is no canine feature- that is an equine anus. Finally Maranda's small orgasms increased in speed and peaked into one huge climax! The heat finally let up and her legs shook for a good minute after; her pussy kept clenching and twitching along with them.

"Wh... wuh...wuhat, what was...?" She looked down at herself and quickly scrambled into an upright position to get a better look! Well that was definitely not how it's supposed to look! "Wait what the fuck? The wish affects me too?! Wait- what the hell part of my personality makes me a dog??"

From her angle she could not see her anus to know that she got more than just a dog trait. Was she going to turn into a dog now? The wish was supposed to allow her to see a person's personality- turning the person into an animal to represent that already seems a bit extreme, but it particularly seems pointless when it's doing it to her own body. Maranda knows what her own personality is, defeating the purpose of changing her in the first place. No one else notices that anything is different, so it's not like they can see her personality outwardly now- they are literally incapable of understanding that. It also seems rather lopsided in its functionality too; no one but Maranda knows anything is off, so they cannot be negatively impacted by their changes... at least, emotionally. Maranda however can. She knows something changed- so when she changes it is going to fuck up her life in ways she can absolutely still understand. She does not want to have to hold her stylus in her mouth like Marc in order to do her job! If she turns into a dog, no man will ever want to go out with her again- dogs will! She doesn't want to fuck a dog! I mean, she has never fucked a dog before so maybe... well. no!

Maranda quickly looked herself over for other changes- unable to see her anus, she figured her pussy was the only alteration so far. The changes did not seem to be progressing, so she relaxed a bit- at least enough to force herself to sleep for now. She could not do anything about it right now, and her health at least wasn't in any danger so she would just have to try to remain calm and hope she can find Baph again- or that he comes to check on her at least. She had no way of knowing that her transformation did not stop- it is just stuttered due to it being considerably more complicated than the devolution of the others. As she slept she had odd sexual dreams and nightmares both- being chased by horny dogs she did not want to be with, getting a strip-dance show from the fully horse Marc, and a dream about instead turning into a beautiful busty version of her normal self. Her sexier dreams caused her to thrust gently into her mattress and new growth slowly edged forward in her crotch. Behind herself, brushing the underside of the sheets over her; a tail slowly started to grow out of her!

Maranda woke up the next day slowly- her sleep occupied by so many dreams and nightmares that it felt like she never really got any rest. She furrowed her brow when she rolled back onto her backside and reached under herself trying to feel what was moving around between her legs and then cried out in surprise when she realized it was part of her own body! She cried out again as she tossed the sheets off in a panic and seen not one but two things wrong! First of all, there is a four foot long horse tail trapped under her- which is what she felt move. It is the same red-brown as the hair on her head. Even more distressing however is the chubby tube of flesh above her pussy!! It's... a tiny penis. There are no accompanying balls, just a penis that isn't even quite the length of her pinky finger. It also seems like it has more foreskin than it needs- the skin gets unusually plush at the base making it quite wide there... like a proto-sheath. She pushed an index finger into the soft base and wiggled it up and down. Yup- definitely a penis. An embarrassingly tiny one. She would already be horrifically embarrassed to have any penis, but it's also a small one on top of that. Great- she has one AND it isn't really useful. Does it even connect to her bladder? When she has to pee, what hole does it come out of? She has two urethra now.

Maranda found the answer to that question first- no, it does not connect to her bladder, so she still has to sit to pee. She also has to hold her tail up to make sure none of the long hairs get in the toilet. Her morning shower took longer, since she has two sets of hair to wash now. Then two sets to comb- thought it felt good to comb her tail, and is kind of relaxing. Which she definitely needs right now, because her brain is in panic mode. It seems like she is going to turn into an animal like everyone else, but worse still- she has no idea what she is turning into. She got a canine vulva but an equine anus and tail? So she is somehow two different animals at the same time. What about her personality is a horse?! To try and make her tail easier to manage, she ended up flopping it across her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed and braided the hair, using a regular hair tie to hold the end. She heard someone open the glass door at the back of their apartment and immediately caught a whiff of weed smoke and lowered her brows. She knows who that is.

Maranda went to her own window to close it and keep the stink out, glancing up at the level of the fire escape over hers. "Hey Garry- holy!" She seen a large three-toed sloth wearing one of Garry's t-shirts standing at the fire escape with blood-shot eyes.

"Wut? Got somethin' in my teeth?" He poked at his mouth with the gigantic claws on his arms.

"Oh, uh... no. Just... thought I seen something else. Trick of the morning light."

He glanced around the back lane they are facing where the morning light never shines and nodded. "Right on."

Maranda heard a car honking at the foot of the building and glanced at the clock. "AH FUCK! Adam! I am late!"

Having to manage her new appendage slowed her down, and her schedule already doesn't allow for any wiggle room. She waved out the window to indicate to him she was on the way and failed to actually look down at him. Maranda dashed out the front door in a hurry and slowed drastically as she approached Adam's car to see a black retriever sitting with his paws on the wheels, sitting in a booster seat for children, propped on a layer of books. His pedals had boxes duct-taped to them so he could reach the box to push the pedal down from his high-seat. He had a pair of aviator glasses on and a blue kerchief tied around his neck, looking like the flyest pooch you ever did see. It never occurred to her till now that the reason he did not pick her up yesterday is that he also transformed! Oh noo... her perfect little angel boy turned into a best boy. Damned if he isn't still cute as heck though. Also astonishingly good at driving for a dog. Maranda really had to struggle to make it seem like everything was fine when she got in. She was crushed to see her wish had gotten poor Adam tangled into this mess too- and also worried they were going to crash because a dog was driving a sports car. She was also not entirely sure if he would notice the fact that she has a braided horse tail flopped over the seat beside her- he did, but he did not notice there was anything wrong with that. He just commented on it looked great braided. The skin of her fingers was starting to feel dull pinching around the nails, causing her to look at them constantly, knowing it must be some additional changes. He told her she would have to get her own way home again after work- being a dog did not help speed along his current project at work. Maranda had to fight the urge to pat him on the head before he drove off and call him a good boy.

Not wanting to undergo any transformations in public, she hustled up to the office as quick as possible so she could hide in her cubical at least. Today Luna and Marc have beanbag chairs to sit on, and Barry apparently now used a standing desk; since he accidentally shattered his entire old desk in half. Holly is in the office because she is doing work, but every time Maranda tries to pop in on her- she cannot find the woman. Being a mouse it is not at all hard for Holly to vanish from sight- intentional or not. Maranda now has small, translucent claws on her hands, once again making her question what she is turning into. Horses don't have claws, and canine claws don't have sharp points and are matte black; this is neither. As time went on she kept having to re-position the stylus in her hand because it felt strange. Bubbles were forming on the insides of her hands- fat deposits- and the skin was looking oddly pink, although it did not feel irritated. Maranda would have almost guessed she was getting paws, but their change stopped when they were still fairly humanoid in structure... mouse. She has the hands of a mouse! Well... she did not want the hands of a rodent but at least she can still hold things just fine with them.

Maranda was starting to think her changes may have finished and let her off the hook again, but she reached up to rub her nose and realized it was cold as ice! Even though the room was warm, the end of her nose was cold. Oh no, dog face. As if queued by her discovery, the bridge of her nose pulsed several times- a pressure fighting against its current structure to distort it into a new shape. She grit her teeth as if she could somehow just will-power the changes to stop. Her teeth started to slide between one another as they transformed into fangs- this put pressure on her jaw to be able to fit them all which then caused her face to slowly push out and deform. She breathed heavily as her lips turned glossy black and the end of her nose darkened. She tried to force the twinging muscles to relax so they would stretch into a new shape, and it was sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly the cartilage in her nose popped loudly, causing her to gasp and then transition into an unintentional moan! As soon as she opened her mouth her jaws stretched and the quiet sounds of clicking bone plates echoed in her open mouth to be not-so-quiet. The bridge of her nose widened as her face stretched out and joined into a muzzle, dominating the center of her vision. It seemed to stop sooner than she was expecting- it was not especially long, it must be of a shorter faced dog. It also gained no fur at all and her human hair remained completely unaffected. She reached up to touch her head and examine the damages and noticed her ears also changed, but they are perfectly round. What sort of dog has perfectly round ears? She clicked off her monitor so she could look at her reflection on the blank screen and gasped as she realized her head was now shaped like that of a bear- not a dog. She spent quite some time making faces at herself in the powered off monitor, having to stop and look like she was doing something else when someone walked past behind her. She cannot believe this face is her own. Everyone else who changed thinks its normal, so they are already adjusted to the changes immediately- Maranda however could not stop crossing her eyes to look at her new muzzle.

Luna startled her a while later, walking up as quietly as a 750 pound cow possibly can. "H-hey... Maranda? I know I already asked yesterday... but..." She spoke quietly so no one else could hear.

Luna was shuffling her hooves on the spot like she had to go to the bathroom really bad- and she did, but not for the normal reason. As a cow she no longer has hands, so she cannot milk herself, and she has no one at home to help milk her either. She is still building up from yesterday's load of milk, and her fat teats were starting to let out the odd drop of milk here and there- ready to burst!

"Why don't... you get someone else? Why did you wait so long?"

Luna glanced away with a slightly annoyed look. "I don't... trust anyone else. Holly seems kind of nice but I barely know her." She nodded her pink nose toward Marc's desk. "And it will be a cold day in hell before I let a fucking man do it."

How and when did Maranda earn Luna's trust? They had not spoken since high school and as soon as they re-met here at work Luna has been acting like they are old friends. They did not even talk that much in high school, so Maranda has no idea where this default friendship came from. Maranda isn't sure she wants to be friends with a cow that takes pleasure in manipulating men and trampling their emotions. Maranda does suppose it is technically her fault that Luna even has to ask someone to milk her in the first place.

Maranda groaned. "Okay... I guess. It probably isn't healthy to hold it in like that, so if you're not going to get anyone else to do it..."

Maranda followed Luna to the bathroom and there was already a bucket in there for milk- one of the rushed accommodations Avelyn had to scramble to get for everyone. A milking machine may be on that list too- but she has only had one night worth of time to make a whole lot of fixes for the office so it is just patchwork solutions for now. Luna walked forward, stepping over the bucket and looking down between her legs to try to aim, but then knocked into the bucket and blushed. Her udder barely clears the floor- she can't get it over the bucket, it's too big! Maranda had to look around and brought over some unopened boxes of toilet paper so Luna could stand her back legs up on those, putting her lower half high enough for Maranda to wedge the bucket under it- even then the udder was sort of balanced on the edges of the bucket. Touching the bloated teats at all released milk, but when Maranda tugged down they really fired it. The jet of hot liquid firing out of the udder tickled the inside of the fat teat, making Luna moo and blush in embarrassment from the sound she unintentionally made. It was real awkward for Maranda too though; all she had to look at was Luna's unclothed rump and big cow pussy. She needed a distraction.

"So uh... why me anyway? Why do you trust me over everyone else here."

"Well we go way back to high school. I wasn't nearly as popular back then as I am now, haha. I only had a few boyfriends, and I was mostly just using them for a free fun time, y'know? No REAL friendships. You didn't want to be around me because of my looks, you just listened to me bitch about my life, and it helped a lot y'know? To have someone to listen."

Well... that is sad. She apparently has a very different view of how that went. It is also weird to hear her talk about not having friends... Maranda always assumed she did. Maranda's fingers were actually feeling stiff and tired and still Luna was expressing more milk. Was she still making milk while being milked?! Does she have a bottomless udder?! They filled four buckets already! These are gallon buckets! What the hell man, is that even physically possible? Although the entire thing was magically induced, so she supposed it did not have to make sense in the first place. Maranda gazed at the udder, trying to gauge with her eye how much more it could possibly still contain. The surface was so smooth, and soft, and warm. The rubbery soft teats were so fun to squish in her hands- though she had to be careful of her new claws. Sooo fucking big, and pink. She had always been a little bit jealous of Luna's endowments, and always wondered what it would be like to... oh. Oh no. Maranda sat up straighter in a tinge of panic as she felt her tiny cock stand up on its own against the confines of her pants, and then press into the front, and then bend, and then start to slide up. Uuuh that is bigger than it is supposed to be! It isn't just getting an erection, its growing bigger!

"Uh, h-h-hey, are you going to be okay from here? My hands are actually starting to cramp..."

"Oh. Yea, I should be good for a while. Or I hope anyway. Honestly, I don't know why I lactate in the first place; I have definitely never gotten pregnant. And I can't for the life of me remember what I used to do to express myself...? Eh. Everyone seems to be experiencing weird things lately. Anyway, thanks a lot Maranda. You are a life-saver."

Luna hopped off the boxes and turned to leave, tilting her head at Maranda who made no move to get up. "Uh... you coming back to work too?"

"Oh y-yea, I just gotta wash my hands off and stuff first."

"Ah, right."

Luna pushed her head up on the underside of the doorknob and shoved up to the side, turning the knob with her head to leave. Maranda did not stand up because it would immediately reveal the silhouette of her cock against her pants. Once Luna was gone, Maranda scrambled to re-lock the door and quickly flopped her cock out to see what the hell was happening to her! The pool of loose skin at the base was now a small sheath, but not fused to her on the top, so it did not hold the penis upright. The penis itself was now at least six inches long and had grown appropriately in girth as well. The skin coloration from her canine vulva was started to spread up onto the sheath and shaft within, right now turning just pale brown, but slowly darkening. The veins in the shaft hammered hard and looked far too large for the shaft they covered- an indication that it was still not done growing. The feeling of it erecting nonstop caused her to bend over as if to somehow escape the unwarranted pleasure in her groin. She felt a dull ache at the base too, which was slowly building. With a surge of dull pain and a sudden movement a tiny egg popped out of her just below the shaft, yanking the skin outward to try and contain it- and then another! Wait no- those are balls! She has testicles now, just above her pussy! Anatomically speaking, a pussy and cock are essentially the same thing; it's just that one is an inny and the other is an outy- so by having both complete sets she has two complete sets of genitalia, sharing the same space on her pelvic floor. A strong pleasure from deep inside of her started to bloom and make her legs shake. The pleasure was from a place she is unfamiliar with, so she had no idea what to do about it. Maranda flopped to the floor because of how unsteady her legs have become and bowed so far forward she had to hold herself up with her hands on the floor. She moaned loudly as the pleasure spiked higher! Her growing cock started to spit gobs of pre onto the floor almost like it was ejaculating in orgasm- but none of it was actual cum yet. The pleasure is a prostate forming! But there is too much in her pelvis to contain- its growing into space that doesn't exist, crushing itself! Even her pussy started to drool again because of all the radiant pleasure.

Maranda grabbed her cock in desperation- thinking if she got off she would naturally empty the thing so it would be able to fit properly in her... for now. As soon as her hand swept down the shaft and bopped her crotch; the impact against her pelvis caused it to suddenly crack loudly in half! Maranda bowed forward as her hips and ass started to rapidly grow in size! Her cock stopped frantically spurting and relaxed to a steady drool of salty pre as the pressure was let off the prostate. Her butt started to get so large that her pants slid down in the back entirely on their own- matching where she pulled it down in the front to let her male genitals out, but then sliding even further down the expanding ass cheeks! A horses rump- muscular, very round, and very big. The skin around the small balls loosened and started to pull away from the rest of her crotch, forming into a proper scrotum, but the very back of it trailed directly onto her canine labia- so you cannot pull on one without also tugging on the other! The spheres within also started to gurgle softly and stretch larger and larger as the scrotum darkened to match the near-black shade of brown. The surge of growth in the cock built up so quickly that it looked like just the sheath expanded massively, but then a bulge of growth fired up the shaft, almost looking like some massive object travelling up through the cock- but it was the cock itself ballooning up! It did not stop when it reached the end, but rather stretched the end out another two inches in one go and brought up a lazy stream of pre with it. The dick was now long enough to prod the underside of her C cups when it swings up! The shape is also not human- it has a medial ring now and the glans were too flat and broad from the start to belong to a human; her male genitals are equine. Which also means they aren't done growing.

Her ass now absolutely giant compared to the rest of her, her pants forced down to her knees; Maranda is on her hands and knees looking at a growing pool of precum across the floor under her as her dick bobs erratically from growth and arousal both. Her balls expanded to normal human sized, then large chicken eggs, then tennis balls, then soft balls, then ostrich eggs! The bigger they got; the more pent up she felt. Like there was an ocean of fluid trapped in her, its weight pressed against her groin but unable to move on its own. Now she grabbed her cock with one hand while holding herself up with the other and her hand could not even reach all the way around! The shaft was so thick that she could not entirely close her hand! She could feel the throbbing veins on her hands, and feel the soft fat pads on the inside of her hand against the rock hard shaft. Even without trying to thrust or move, it felt like it was sliding up through her hand because of the speed of its growth! It slid up under her shirt and wedged itself between her breasts, immediately causing her boobs to stick together from the slick layer of pre they became painted with. The cock throbbed and stretched still bigger, sliding up and popping its head out of her own cleavage, and then even bigger putting itself level with her neck. Her moans joined with whimpers- regretting insulting its size earlier. Now she wished it had remained a micropenis. Maranda started to feel light headed and dizzy as the cock was taking more blood from her to feed itself. And still it grew bigger- gently bopping the underside of her chin, and then even bigger as it hovered in front of her mouth, as if trying to tempt her. Well... that would be a convenient way to prevent a mess. She remembered smelling cum on Marc's breath the other day... he probably did the same thing. She has a longer face now that her head took on bear traits, so getting her mouth around the cock was easy, and unlike Marc her body is a hell of a lot more flexible. She cradled the bottom to try and hold it steady and dove down, trying to get it as far in before the head flares completely- because she did not want to accidentally catch it on her new fangs. She got to her throat and the edges of the flaring corona caught, but were still able to fold. She was running out of blood pressure to sustain this thing, so it wasn't able to get fully diamond-hard, it kept a bit of flexibility. The cock bent against the back of her throat and she stuffed even more of it into herself!

Maranda's eyes were starting to water but it felt too good to pull back now; she NEEDED to get off. That was the only way this monster was going away. Her sheath never fused to her underside so the only thing holding the cock steady really is her hand and the fact it's on the wrong side of her shirt. She stood up onto her feet in a squat position, teetered a bit, and then twisted her foot a bit before sitting down on top of it- she squished her canine labia against the heel of her shoe and spiked her pleasure high enough to make her balls jump up suddenly. They flopped back down, then yanked up and pulsed several times against her body before flopping down, then yanking back up to deliver another blast. She did not even need to think about swallowing- the cock is stuffed so far down her throat that the cum is going down whether she wants it to or not. The flare of the cock in her throat makes it look like she has an adam's apple.

The flare regressing and the cock softening came so suddenly that it surprised her by yanking itself out by its own weight, popping out of her mouth with a wet *glorp* and trailing strands of fluid between her mouth and its glans. Maranda groaned from the weight of the cum in her belly and the amount of precum smeared all over the floor she now had to clean. And the goop from her cleavage before it transferred to the inside of her shirt. Great, the full genitals of a stallion, a female dog, a horse anus, butt, and tail, the hands of a mouse, and a bear's head. She isn't turning into an animal; she is turning into a freak. She could feel the dick wedge up along the inside of her pelvis, parallel to her vaginal walls as it retracted into its sheath. The fat sheath had to be directed by her to point up if she wanted to hide it as well as possible, because it's not fused to her so it will flop forward and jut into the front of her pants if she doesn't direct it. She just barely managed to get her pants back on over her now huge hips and ass- and the top third of her butt cheeks still poked out in the back. The two black bumps on her crotch from before were now nipples, and accompanied by two pink nubs above them, also slowly forming into nipples.

She glanced in the mirror to see if there were any other changes she missed and gave a startled yelp as she seen Baph behind her! She turned around but there was no one in the room with her, the door was still locked. She looked back in the mirror and he waved at her, casually walking up. He is inside of the mirror.

"Having fun I see. Just remember; this is still a place of a business. At least try to do SOME work."

Her face went bright red. "It isn't my fault, I had to put this monstrous thing away! Why am I changing?! Actually- why is anyone changing?"

Baph shrugged. "To grant your wish- you wanted to be able to see personalities outwardly because you hate surprises. If I turn them into animals to represent that... you should be able to see the difference from a surprisingly long distance."

She sighed. "Okay but... you could be a little more subtle with it, ya?"

"Oh, absolutely. But I don't like humans, remember? It isn't supposed to be convenient."

"Aww, come on. And why am I changing?!"

Baph just grinned cruelly as he paced back and forth without saying anything for a moment. "If I tell you, will you really learn your lesson at all...?" He paused his pacing, let out a grunt and then a sigh. "Alright- let me blow your little mind. Those forms? They don't reflect their personalities- they reflect your interpretation of their personalities. And this may be over your narrow little mind but, surprise- you are a reflection of them."

She furrowed her brows. "W-what?"

"Your personality, is a reflection of your life, and thus the people you have met and encounter in your life. If you hate someone you naturally try to avoid their personality traits and are thus an inverted image of them, if you like them, you try to be more like them and become a positive image of them." Her eyes widened when she realized all the animal parts she has so far also belong to people she knows. "Whatever your wish turned them into, also turns you into it, because for better or worse; they are a part of you."

"Wha-? Okay, just... stop all of it then? Just... forget the whole wish, I guess. Turn them back too."

Baph shook his head. "I didn't turn them into anything- you did. Will I stop enabling it? Mmmm, no. No I will not." He pat her on the head. "So good luck with that." And with a shimmer across the reflective glass, he vanished.

Oh that is bad. Baph is the only thing that could undo any of this and he refuses. She doesn't even have a way to tell if he is near or not- he only shows up when he wants to, so she cannot even try to nag him into doing it. So this is just her life now? That means this is only going to continue to get worse though... every time someone transforms because of her wish, her own body will get more fucked up. But wait- there does seem to be gaps. Garry has not influenced her... at least in a way that she knows of so she has no sloth traits. There is also plenty of people who did not transform in the first place, or transformed in very minor ways. If their bodies reflect how Maranda herself interprets them... that means anyone she lacks an opinion of will not transform in the first place. She continued to look at herself in the mirror thinking about what Baph told her, but her vision in the mirror started to sink lower slowly. Oh... she isn't done changing. More mouse traits- she is shrinking. That got her thinking of everyone she seen transform so far, and then her nipples started to tingle as her thoughts also reminded her; she hasn't adopted any of Luna's traits- yet.

Maranda was forced to exhale her breath as her lungs shrank, forcing the extra air out. On the up-side; she was getting less hungry, because the remnants of her breakfast in her stomach was now getting bigger in comparison to the rest of her. She gripped the edge of the sink as if she could somehow prevent her shrinking by holding herself up. Her pants popped off of her, causing her to buck her hips forward suddenly in an attempt to catch them but at the same time her feet let out several small, high-pitched snaps as the bone started to reform! The change in her feet removed any muscle strength from them and her grip on the sink let go as she fell onto her back! Her butt is large enough that she could technically still wear her pants, but now the legs are far too loose, making the fit awkward as hell, so since they were not pulled 100% of the way up, they just fell off when her overall size started to change. Her socks pulled down her legs further as her feet stretched out! They became longer but much more narrow, forcing her shoes to pop off on their own. Maranda just reached down and pulled the loose socks off herself to get a better look. All her toes were changing together- that means it's a cloven hoof like Luna rather than a mono-toe like Marc. It felt so tight- like her skin would pop open if she tried to bend her toes. The nails turned to hoof segments to encapsulate the ends, obscuring where the actual digits even are in comparison. When two became dew claws they lost all mobility- she could not even wiggle them anymore. The tension and the sound of clicking bone went away, leaving her with a cloven hoof instead of a foot.

Maranda let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper as pleasure shot up through her torso causing her to arch her back! She seems to have stopped shrinking at least- not nearly as small as Holly. With the added height of the cannon bones now that she has hooves she is still probably four and a half feet tall. She grabbed her breasts as they filled with heat and the skin pulled taught. Her breathing became faster and she could feel her C cups press into her palms. Oh... finally having assets like Luna. That doesn't sound bad at all actually. But wait- the old Luna or the new Luna? The growth is in her chest, so it can't be a cow udder... right? Thanks to her shrinking; her sweater became ill-fit but now her breasts pressed forward to make use of all the extra fabric. Her loose collar pulled away giving her a nice view of her own deepening cleavage- still slick with the pre she hasn't had the chance to clean off yet, which actually made them a bit sticky now instead of slick. Bumps appeared on the front of her shirt from her nipples themselves growing as well. The soft, tingly pleasure was radiating around her crotch as well, but she could not see past her growing chest and was too paralyzed by the sensation to bring herself to sit up. The near-black nipple and areola that formed over her crotch puffed up and started to rise out, and then small hills formed under them, pushing them even further forward. Above the two pink nipples spread to form areola at their base and then started to match the two below! She could feel a soft tingling heat spread around her, like someone pulling a warm blanket around her. No doubt she is growing fur, but she cannot bring herself to look at the moment.

Her breasts passed E cups and still they were growing! She could not tell if they were blushing pink or if her actual skin color had just changed to neon pink. The skin was incredibly taught, pulling the pours flat and smooth from internal pressure, which made her breasts seem impossibly round, like fake breasts. The pleasure also started to sharpen, becoming an electric tingle in her nipples and areola, almost itchy. Her shirt lifted at the bottom as the breasts occupied more space. The growth sensations seemed to fade a moment, and then throbbed powerfully, then faded again. Instead of steadily, her breasts now throbbed with pressure and pleasure, and her nipples with irritation. They were still trying to grow but something was stopping them! She squeezed them and whimpered a half-moan but still they throbbed. She tried stretching her sweater up off them but she could not pull it far and it did not seem to help regardless. Maranda became desperate and tried to pull her sweater up over them entirely, but it caught on the front of her fat spheres. She pulled but her nipples had grown larger, and the sweater caught on their underside. Maranda yanked just as another surge hit and for a moment her heart froze in fear that she had unintentionally hurt herself- her nipples split in half! The sweater popped off, but it yanked her nipples right in half. Her breasts surged in size one final time now that the nipple was no longer hindering its progress, and the skin also grew quickly causing the breasts to relax and become much softer instead of looking like overinflated balloons. They are so large that when they softened either breast sloshed to the side of her body and sat on the floor under her arms!

When she looked down at herself she realized her areola had faded in with the rest of her skin tone- they are still technically there; they just blend in perfectly with their surroundings. Each boob now had two nipples- about as thick as her thumb and as long as her middle finger! Which means if she pushes her tits together... they resemble a cow udder. Each one is about the size of a small beach ball- but now that they were finished growing they are soft enough that they do not hold a ball-shape anymore. They hang in perfect tear-drop shape when standing. Now that their weight naturally divided them while laying down; Maranda can see down her torso to look at the damage to her lower body. She has four small breasts above her crotch! Two with near-black areola and nipple and two with neon pink. The near-black were thanks to horse traits; their number and the fact they are individual teats instead of an udder is a split between mouse, dog, and human. The breast and areola both project out giving their overall shape that of a soft cone; they are likely in the range of a C cup at most each, so nothing in comparison to what is on her chest. As if triggered by her struggle to sit up and look at herself, her neck popped several times in rapid-fire and quickly stretched longer! The veins throbbed fat around its base as it bulked up thicker as well. By now she could see a mostly red-brown carpet of fur spreading across her, but when it got to her neck she flinched and arched back again from a prickly sensation. The hairline on her head started to advance down at the back in an orderly line- giving her the mane of a horse!

With so much up top and below now, Maranda felt it was hard to move without triggering a little big of pleasure from one of her many, many tender bits. It also took her several tries to figure out how to even stand up. Hooves do not have the same traction as flesh against a tile floor, and have less surface area to stand on than her feet did. Her fur seems to have grown in oddly- but that isn't much of a surprise given she is an amalgamation of at least five different species. Most of her fur grew in as red-brown to match her hair, but a tone lighter, which made it look more red without actually being more red. She had several white splotches bordered by a pale brown, which was basically her normal fur tone minus the red. Her bear head looks a lot less awkward now on her now that she has a horse neck and mane to support it instead of a little human neck. Her fur did not completely cover it though- it seemed to fade at the halfway point and then her lower jaw is naked! The front of her neck and torso is still bare human skin; untouched by the advance of fur. The fur only barely touched the backs of her hands- her fingers and palm are still naked. She has cow hooves and legs but with large human thighs and horse butt cheeks- but the fur becomes long-hair fetlocks just over her hooves. Her male genitals are entirely horse while her female genitals are all canine. Her many mammaries are a clusterfuck of traits from every species in her. When Maranda stands up and her huge breasts slap back together, they look like a full sized dairy cow udder on her chest! She decided to clean them off first and then see if she can actually roll her sweater back into place.

06 Repair

Surprisingly, she was able to get both her sweater and pants back on. Since the growth of a horse phallus, underwear was out of the question- they would squeeze her nuts too tight. Her overall size shrank and her butt grew- so between the two her pants actually managed to stay up on their own now- though the legs were loose and not long enough to cover anything past her ankles; which meant there was a foot worth of leg uncovered. It hid her mismatched junk at least. Her sweater was extremely tight, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she stuffed her girls into it, feeling the mega nipples fold over and drag against the fabric. Her bra was obviously entirely useless at this point, so you can still clearly see the impression of her nipples on the front of the fabric. Ugh, and with no way to summon Baph... she can't fix this. This will never get better- but it can absolutely get worse. If she meets someone new, the moment she forms an opinion of them; they will transform, and when they transform... so does she. Maranda shivered at the thought of herself as an old lady made up of so many different animal traits that you cannot even tell what they are anymore... just a writhing mass of bestial parts.

Maranda left the bathroom finally after cleaning up and immediately seen Avelyn waiting for her just outside the door with an irritated look in her eight eyes. "Twenty five minu-"

"Not in the mood."

"Well the company isn't in the mood to pay you for work you are not doing!"

"Good thing that is Barry's call then, not yours."

"hssssss." She placed her legs against the wall and flipped around, skittering across the roof to return to her desk.

Maranda went over to Holly's desk and sighed in relief to see the tiny mouse working away. She really did not want to ask her, but with the current state of things... she hasn't been getting anything done the last few days, and Holly seems to be a real go-getter type.

Maranda leaned on the empty chair- since Holly is so tiny that she stands on the desk itself. "Hey~ how's work?"

"O-oh, good! I still don't remember any of the shortcut keys but, I don't really need them. I can get by without using them for now- knowing them is just extra. The assignment itself is easy enough. They don't want anything too fancy, right? You don't want to over-design, especially when it comes to logos."

Maranda nodded. "A good logo tells you as much as possible in as few strokes as possible. Simple so people remember, but telling enough to recognize." Maranda looked at her monitor and nodded. "You do good work. But, uhm... I don't suppose you want a little extra challenge?"

"Huh?"

"W-well... if you want to do me a favor... I have been in a major slump and my hands are transf-uuuh- cramping bad, I guess because of the moist weather."

"Oh yea, it is a mess out there."

"You don't have to do it obviously, but if you wanna help me, maybe... do my current assignment? I already did the concept art and it got greenlit, but it needs vector mapping now."

"Really? You trust the new girl to do your homework for you? Haha."

Maranda blushed. "Y-yea. Well if I asked someone else they would either rat me out to the boss or hold it over my head to make me dance for favors later. And you are really talented. Plus, it's a chance to strut your stuff. Barry is probably going to try to throw you slowballs to start out, but if you do one of mine you can show him you're ready for some hard hitters."

"Yea! I am, too. Sure, I will take a crack at it, just email me what you have."

Maranda smiled and used her index finger alone to pat the little mouse on her head before returning to her desk. She sighed at the screen, looking at the progress on it she already had two days ago- not a bit of added work since then. Everyone turned into animals, and she turned into a freak! How is she supposed to concentrate on anything?! When she sits in her chair her balls get supported by the seat, but that presses her sheath into her lower breasts, which push into the breasts over those. She can't sit up completely straight or she can't see the keyboard past her tits! Admittedly the breasts are definitely still the most liked of her added features- she doesn't entirely mind having them. Maranda's hands felt a bit odd when she went to send the email. She looked them over trying to see if they are transforming yet again but could not notice the change. It was not till a bit after having sent the email that she started to press on her palms and noted the pads are missing. Rodents have tiny fat deposits to give them mini paw pads... hers now no longer do. That is weird. Why would a feature she already has fade away?

At the very least Maranda felt full of energy, not needing the several booster coffees she normally has to drag her ass through the day. She even attempted to start working on another project since Holly was now handling her last one- though her rodent claws made her sloppy and she ended up scrapping her work. How Holly still managed to do so well using a stylus that is bigger than her entire body was mind-boggling. Though the magic made her think her body was normal, so that probably helped a lot. By the time she took her bus ride home Maranda noticed her hands are no longer pink, and look much more human. What was going on? Is she absorbing human traits from people who did not really turn into anything? She felt another change though, which caused her to dash off the bus REAL fast when it got to her stop. Her pussy tingled and started to puff up. Her sexual stamina got nuked into oblivion from earlier today so she wasn't going into heat or anything. The top corner of her canine cookie started to nudge her balls from behind and push them up! Holy crap it's big! She leaned against her door heavily as she scrambled with her house keys and practically fell into her apartment, taking a nose-dive into her couch with her ass out. The crotch of her pants ballooned out as her already fat, projected labia billowed out even further! It was like a floatation device as this point. It felt like there was a couch cushion between her legs by the time it stopped growing! Her actually vaginal passage got bigger too, but most of the growth was on the pubic mound and labia, causing it to project far off of her! Her balls are partially divided, sitting on the top corner of the canine labia.

She slid her pants down a bit to try and give it extra room. "Great. Now I can't even sit in a chair, because I would be sitting entirely on my pussy and nothing else."

It was thanks to that asshole on the bus. This change triggered when she was thinking about him again- or what he had become. Their interaction was minimal but he had a big impact on her- a negative impact. What is the inversion of a giant penis that he turned into? A giant pussy. Now she would have to just squat at work, or stand on her knees to avoid squishing her pussy under herself. She has to avoid touching it because any sexual pleasure could potentially wake up the horse cock- and as soon as it starts to peek out of the sheath it is already going to be in the double-cleavage of her lower breasts, which is going to massage it to full-mast which will put the head between her gigantic upper breasts. Then there is no way to tame the beast other than to make it pop.

Maranda poked her head out the back door later that night, smelling once again weed smoke from Garry above her. He had a joint speared on one of his giant claws, staring at the wall of the building just five feet across the way, his comparatively tiny sloth legs dangling from the edge of the fire escape. The back lane isn't much of a view, but its fresh air, and semi-private anyway. Or its fresh air when Garry isn't out anyway.

She took a deep breath of the air in her apartment before stepping out and sitting on her own level of the fire escape below him. She did not even realize that her extra energy lately is a gift from Garry. He is very low energy, which is not at all something she admires in him... so his sloth transformation had the inverted effect of giving her an abundance of energy and fast reaction times. She adopted mouse traits from admiring Holly's modesty and ability to just shrink away and go unnoticed. She gained traits from Luna from her jealousy of her assets and ability to attract any man she wants. She took traits from Marc for admiring his good looks and strong masculinity. She took from Barry for his strong presence and warm-heartedness. She took traits from Adam for his own good looks, but mostly for his giving nature and pure soul. Unnoticed by her yet- she has also gained a pining for the human touch, to be closer to those around her. An inversion of Avelyn's cold, steel heart.

"Hey Garry."

He glanced down at her through the metal bars that made up the fire escape platform. "Yo. 'nother long day at work?"

"Mmmm. Didn't hear you playing your guitar tonight. You always play when you come out here."

"Heh, didn't think anyone noticed. Yea, uh..." He shuffled his massive claws around. "I tried, but like... I dunno man. Kept fucking it up. Honestly sort of forgot how I used to play with these things, hahaha. I know, I know- might wanna lay off the herbal medicine for a bit if I start forgetting shit like that."

"Wait, do you actually take that as medicine?" She always thought he was just a lazy stoner.

He laughed. "Nah. Not prescribed anyway. I just use it to... I dunno, relax. Forget about shit."

"What do you need to forget about? You are younger than I am!"

"I like to forget about my lack of things to forget about. I work two jobs, so uh... my time to do literally anything else is kinda non-existent. Which is... kind of depressing."

"Really? You have TWO jobs? You should get a career in music! You play so well. Or... did anyway." Before she inadvertently fucked him up.

She glanced at her own hands and had to do a double-take. Her claws are gone! She doesn't have rodent claws anymore- her hands are perfectly human! What the heck is going on with that?!

"Ooh I tried. So do millions of other people though. And between them and how easy it is to just pirate music off the internet... not an easy business to break into, turns out. Even when you get in- sometimes it's just the one track and you're forgotten as the one-hit wonder. In that business- your livelihood depends on the audience, who can just decide to drop you at any time, and then it's over." He sighed. "Nah, I put all my cards on the table to be a musician and that is how I got into this mess in the first place. Planned to be in a rock band, but I never had a back-up plan. So now I am working two dead-end jobs at once. I will save up and get myself on level ground eventually, but thanks to my Plan A turning out to be a losing bet- that is going to take some time." He held up the lit joint. "Till then, I got this to keep my nerves on level ground and let me enjoy what break time I have. Till I can afford to have more time and less weed, heh."

"Damn. Life is rough sometimes."

"Mmm."

She glanced up at him again and was startled by the sight of his bare balls resting between the gaps above her head. "G-garry! Your junk!"

"Huh? WOAH, shit!" He yanked his shirt down to try to cover himself as he stood up. "S-sorry! I totally forgot I wasn't wearing pants! Shit, sorry!" He dashed inside, embarrassed.

Maranda was actually drastically more shocked by the fact he is human! She could easily see his junk because Garry is perfectly human again! His transformation just... undid itself! What the fuck? Maranda let out a long gasp and her eyes widened as something finally dawned on her. Their transformations are a reflection of how SHE views them. If her perception of the person changes- so does their transformation. She stopped seeing him for his traits that she associated to other things, and seen him for the person he actually is- and so he transformed back into his true self. She looked down at her human hands, and realized she may have unintentionally triggered something similar in Holly. She gave Holly a much larger, harder bit of work to do. Was Holly a mouse because... Maranda keeps babying her? She seems small because no one gave her a chance to stand on her own and show people how tall she really is. Maranda had a hard time getting to sleep again this night, because she again had a lot to think about. And it was difficult to find a position for her legs without unintentionally squeezing her gigantic cookie.

The next day, Maranda had to switch up a few tasks to get ready for work. Shortening the time she needed; she no longer had to bother with shoes or socks because they don't work with hooves in the first place. Making her prep longer however- she now has a tail to comb out. She was planning to re-braid her tail too but ended up leaving it loose because taking up even more time than that was her new... endowment. Since she has male bits now, she also had to deal with a four foot long morning wood. Her sheath only connects to her at the very base, so it does not hold the cock up- so when she got out of bed and turned around she accidentally cleared off her end table with her dick! It is so heavy it cannot fully stand upright for more than a second or two when it tenses- it is otherwise held straight out from her body from its own weight fighting against the blood pressure. It also slowed her ability to wake up fully because it drastically lowered her overall blood pressure. Marc is fine with his behemoth meat log because he turned into a feral horse- so he has a horse heart. Maranda's torso is still mostly human; her heart was not built to handle this thing. She had to deal with the dick first- she could not even brush her teeth because to fit in front of the mirror she had to stand it against the counter, which put it wobbling directly in her face, blocking her view of the mirror. Her torso and cock together take up more distance than one bathroom wall to the other. At least in the comfort of her own place she has access to her dildo. Sitting on the dildo, grinding her pussy between the bathtub and her torso while also holding her shaft in two different places with her once again human hands, and also sucking on its head; Maranda was able to blow her load pretty quick. Horses are not known for their sexual stamina after all. She at least did not have to worry about milking herself like Luna as well. As much as her double-size, double-nippled boobs look like a cow's udder; they don't lactate. Lactation may be a reflection of how Luna is always putting out, flirting with guys left and right. That is not something Maranda likes or admires in the least bit, so that trait obviously wouldn't have transferred. She would like to have played with her tits more while masturbating but she only has two hands, and a hell of a lot of meat to cover. She cups them gently sliding her hands around the curvature from their sides inward, hooking one mega nipple between index and middle finger and the other between pinky and ring finger on either hand and then tugged all four nipples at once, shivering from the pleasure with a small smile. She reminded herself it is a work day though- and she has a huge magical mess that needs cleaning.

Adam again came to pick her up and drive her to work. It is still unsettling to see a dog behind the wheel, but being a canine actually doesn't seem to have diminished his driving ability at all. While he was driving Maranda could not help but stare at him, wondering how to unravel his transformation. If the transformation is born from misinformation... what doesn't she know about Adam? They have been best friends forever, there shouldn't be anything she doesn't already know about him! She even knows he has a birthmark shaped like a seagull over his left butt cheek. She knows the full name of the two guys he has dated! She stared ahead at the road now, lost in thought. If she breaks it down more... why is he a dog, specifically? Dogs are cute and loyal- that seems to fit him perfectly. So... maybe he has some sort of dark secret? How big does the discrepancy need to be to trigger a change? Maybe it's just something stupid and small, like he dropped a pencil into someone's exposed butt crack or something. If it was something big, surely she would already know about unless it was also very recent. Did he accidentally drop a car on someone's head and kill them at work? They got to her work and she hopped out for now. She would need some time to actually hang out with Adam soon to figure this out- the drive to and from work just isn't long enough. She has to be relatively subtle about her approach too though- she is the only one who thinks anything is wrong, so if she starts asking weird questions out of the blue she is going to drive people away.

At least Maranda's brain became relatively used to walking on hooves already- lost in thought as she walked to the elevator up to her floor she forgot she even had hooves. Her brain basically regarded them as high heel shoes- they even make almost the exact same sound against tiled floor. And high heels also have a very narrow surface area to stand on. There were a few times she glanced to the side thinking she was brushing up against someone only to realize it is her own tail she was feeling. It was braided up the other day, so the hair couldn't fan out or flow around things. Maranda sort of wished she cut a hole in the back of her pants for the tail. She has the back of her pants down slightly to let it out, and it felt fine at first, but as her tail moves around and rubs against the edge of the fabric it has become a bit irritated. If she pulls her pants down too far in the back the waist either snaps it back up on its own, or her pants will just fit weird and her ass crack will be showing. She already had more exposed than she wants. Maranda has four small boobs on her upper crotch, below her belly button. They are too high to pull her pants over even the lower set, and they are far too low for her sweater to handle. Her primary boobs are already so enormous that her sweater can barely handle them. You can see her nipples bent with stretch lines in the fabric between them. Her boobs are soft enough that you could squish them into spaces you wouldn't think they would be able to fit in, but they still take up a lot of space. The sweater only reaches her lower chest because of how far her breasts are holding the fabric off from her, so her entire midriff and auxiliary four breasts are fully exposed. The girth of her equine neck prevented cleavage from being exposed up top anyway- the collar was pulled tight to the base of her huge throat.

When she got to the office Maranda immediately checked in with Holly, but rather than loom around and make sure she got up and going first; Maranda just thanked her for taking on that extra work and told her to come find her if she ran into issues, and then immediately left her alone. When she sat back at her own desk, rather than get busy on work she immediately started to look back and forth between Marc and Luna. What is she missing from this picture? Why is it a cow and a horse instead of a woman and man. Maranda grunt and went to pull her pants up but then realized that is as high as they go! She looked down and seen more and more of her large butt sticking out! Ack! She is growing! Her overall size is returning to normal as mouse traits fade! But her body's SHAPE is still way out of whack, so if she returns completely to normal size her ass and hips will be far, FAR too big to fit into her pants! Her chubby horse sheath pressed into the front of her pants and squished against the underside of the waist, forcing her to wiggle her tushy to let out even more ass at risk of waking the beast in the front of her pants. Her chair started to groan as well from her increasing weight! She watched as her point of view rose higher and higher- only now realizing how much larger her neck is, since her perspective ended up rising higher than it originally was. Her pants got stuck between thighs and butt cheeks- gripping into the soft tissue too far to be able to slide down even when under pressure. She has the massive ass of a horse after all- only her butt cheeks alone were plenty to completely fill her seat! The arms of the chair are bent outward and any tiny movement she makes, makes the cheap plastic stand of the chair groan like it's about to snap in half.

There was a loud crash and a dull clattering toward the back of the office and Barry opened his door partially to peek out. "What the hell was that? Someone destroy more office equipment?"

Maranda went to stand up to see herself, but blushed and paused when she realized her ass was trapped in the chair! The arms are wedged into her massive ass cheeks so hard that when she half-stands, the chair comes with her. "Uh, I will check into it."

Barry nodded, but only half closed his door before opening it again. "Oh, and how is Holly doing today?"

"Oh, uh... I did not get a full report from her. She knows to come to me if she has any issues, so I will assume she is doing fine. You should ask her yourself, Barry. I already showed her what she needs to know. She should be fine on her own from here."

Barry nodded. "Good to hear."

Maranda's eyes went wide as her body experienced a sudden surge that turned her vision blue a moment from pressure behind her eyes! Her body grew back to its proper size in one last surge which snapped the plastic arms off her chair and caused it to pop off her!

Maranda blushed hard, but Barry just laughed. "And thar she blows! Office supplies these days, right? How many does that make? We need to start buying from a different source, this is getting silly."

"Y-yea." She stood up straight since the chair burst off her already anyway, but doing so flexed the muscles in her legs which snapped the waist of her already strained pants and they fell off her legs!

"Oop. Ah, don't worry about it. A hybrid like you doesn't need to try to fit into human clothing anyway. Or do you...? Wait, you are still part human so would that actually be an issue with HR? I don't wear clothes... who would try to dress a bear? That would just be fucking stupid. Someone tries to tell me to wear human clothes; they're in for a mauling." He wandered over to Avelyn's desk muttering back and forth between needing and not needing to actually wear clothing.

Maranda just sighed to herself. Well... guess she is going pantless now. She is not happy about that. Especially since her horse junk is now out in the open. And the sheer size of her canine pussy- even her ostrich-egg sized testicles don't completely hide her pussy from view. No one else will think it's weird, but Maranda definitely does! It is still embarrassing to her! Will people treat her different now, when they find out she has man parts? This made her decide to target Marc first. Try to get rid of these horse parts, but first she needs to check the source of that crash. What Maranda found, is Holly crawling from her desk and into her chair with a rather confused look on her face. She broke her desk completely in half! She is no longer a mouse but a half-mouse woman! She started to turn back while standing completely on her desk, working like she was when she was a full rodent. Her fur started to fall out at the front first, regressing away from her many nipples since they had never grown fur on them. The fur dissolved in the air as it fell away, so it vanished like colored vapor before it even touched the floor.

Her entire body emanated the subtle noise of stretching tissue as she grew from being the size of a golf ball to the size of a kid and beyond. The structure of her hands softened- the fat deposits shrank away and her claws pulled back and flattened out back into human nails. Her tail shrank back into her body making her squirm as the additional vertebrae regressed and compressed into the rest of her spine. The additional nipples started to regress and fade as bubbles of fat built behind the top ones as breasts re-formed! The expansion of the breast below the nipple stretched the skin at the base, creating areola once again. As her body grew its shape started to return, her rounded front collapsing back into a human structure. She shuddered and a high-pitched cracking sound could be heard as the ends of her too-long teeth broke off and crumbled away to reveal normal sized human chompers, and her face started to compress inward causing her vision to become extremely blurry for the time being. While the rest of her fur fell away, the fur on the top of her head grew out and hardened in structure to become hair. It cascaded out from her head, over her neck and upper back, turning from straight to wavy and finally lashing this way and that as massive, loose curls!

Holly sat in her chair panting heavily, gawking at the ruin of her desk in confusion while clutching the arm of her chair trying to steady herself. She spotted her glasses first and quickly put them back on her head, then her eyes widened at her first realization.

"My clothes!!"

Maranda pointed to the pile of neatly folded clothing at the side of her desk. "They are right there, from yesterday." They were too big for her to carry back home with her.

"Why did I take them off?!?" Holly snatched them up and squeaked in embarrassment, dashing to the bathroom with them to dress herself as quickly as possible.

Maranda felt bad for how embarrassed Holly was, but also glad that she was back to normal again. Her voice was too small for anyone to hear because Maranda kept talking for her. She seemed small and shrunken away because Maranda never let her stand on her own and was always shielding her. She only seemed weak because Maranda never gave her the chance to prove her strength. In trying to help her, Maranda unintentionally held her back.

07 The Man Behind The Meat

Maranda quickly went over to Marc. If she has to have horse balls flopping around out in the open, she would rather it be with someone else who also has their horse balls out. Normally having his junk close by and exposed would run the risk of arousal- Maranda is pretty confident her level of embarrassment will prevent her from getting anywhere near aroused enough to wake up her own hotrod. Maranda's horse ass no longer fit into any of the chairs so she had to just squat by him and hung her arms in front of her looking ready to stabilize herself against the floor if she teetered forward- but really just there to try and cover her naughty bits as much and as casually as possible.

Marc glanced at her, pausing his work. "Hmm? Somefin' up?" He holds the stylus in his lips, so he cannot see her and work at the same time, because his face would need to be up to the screen.

"Oh- no not really, just kind of stumped again, mind if I just watch?"

"Heh, well... it iffn't much." He almost fumbled the stylus but managed to hold on.

True enough- his work was not very good. But that was Maranda's fault; not his. Now that he is a horse, not only does he have to draw with his mouth, but a horse's eyes are on the sides of its head- it's not really meant to be able to look straight forward. That means he can't look at his work and work on it at the same time. It is also not great that he is entirely blind to the color red. Red looks the same as green to a horse, which means human skin colors look like various shades of grey/green to them, making drawing a human real awkward.

"Wait... the way you draw hair..."

Suddenly Marc sat up a bit straighter on his beanbag chair. "Uh, w-what about it?" She finally made him fumble the stylus.

"It looks like anime style."

"Oh y-yea? Huh."

Maranda tilted her head. "Do you... watch anime?"

"No-oh-well... you know, you watch TV, flip around... sometimes you see stuff."

Well that was an incredibly weird and evasive answer.

"Is... anime one of those things?"

"Y-well, sure. I have seen a bit of anime."

"Huh." She scuttled a bit closer. "Which ones?"

"Just like, the manly ones you know, like, Trigun, and Jojo."

Maranda almost laughed. "Just the manly ones? I have never really considered a show to be feminine or manly before. Is EVERYTHING you do manly?"

Now Marc did laugh- though it kinda sounded like a neigh. "Well, I try, haha."

Try? As in, it's a conscious effort?

"What do you mean try? You're deliberately avoiding things that aren't manly? Isn't that a little narrow minded?"

"Well... I mean, men are supposed to like manly things... right? I... guess there are some stuff I do that isn't super manly, but I don't really advertise it, y'know?"

"You realize you might be alienating yourself a bit by doing that, right?"

"Huh?"

"Well if women only did feminine things and men only did masculine things, then neither would have anything in common with one another. Then how would they get along? How do you form a relationship with someone you have nothing in common with?"

Marc froze for a good minute, like she just blew his fucking mind. "I... never thought of it like that. Well... want to know a secret?" She leaned closer. "My favorite is Revolutionary Girl Utena. With Sailor Moon right after, especially the original, when Queen Beryl was still around."

"Oh, well I mean, Sailor Moon is a staple anime, like Dragonball. If you haven't seen those, then you haven't really started watching anime yet."

"Haha, or at least one Gundam series."

"Oooh yea, giant mech anime required!"

Marc seemed to get quite excited talking about anime, and as soon as their conversation really started to get going; Maranda could hear the muffled pops of shifting bone as his body started to slowly shrink! It was like she broke a dam somewhere in his brain and now all the things he thought he needed to keep secret came gushing out! Turns out... he didn't really like body building at all, and he knew nothing about cars. He got the truck recommended to him as a 'manly ride' and relied entirely on recommendations, because he knew nothing of it himself. He got into fitness and bodybuilding to make himself seem manlier and more attractive. He listens to audiobooks and watches anime while he works out, and plays video games when he is not. He is apparently good at chess too. Slowly but surely, his body shrank down, his huge solid muscles relaxed and softened a bit, and his human shape slowly started to come back. His tail shortened, his penis started to emerge as his sheath became more shallow, and his balls shrank down. His hooves became smaller with little nubs appearing, branching from just below his wrist and ankle as his other digits started to re-emerge to slowly shift back to hands and feet. As the day went on, she managed to coax more personal facts out from him, now that he knew she would not judge him for it. Turns out; Marc is a furry. But an old 'friend' of his told him it seemed gay, and was very cold to him about it when he was young. That was the turning point for Marc. When he hid his true interests and started to put on his false bravado. Sure, it made him seem manly, and girls were attracted to him, guys thought he was cool. But... his interests were all elsewhere- so his illusion is a shallow one and won him no actual friends. It was that very act that caused Maranda herself to so quickly turn him down- like most people, she thought he was just a meathead. The thing he had been taught attracted people was ironically what was driving people off.

Marc apparently had some pretty shitty friends when he was little that caused him to close himself off behind this mask of manliness. Marc definitely still seemed pretty manly, but, definitely not a himbo. He has thoughts in that head of his, and feelings, and he likes various things- not just things that are traditionally manly or girly. He ended up talking to Maranda practically the entire work day, because it has been so long since he has thought it was okay to talk about this sort of stuff that he was absolutely gushing about it. Avelyn of course seen them talking for hours and had to skitter over them to glare at them with her many eyes like some unspoken threat.

Maranda looked up at her with mild annoyance. "Can we help you?"

"This isn't a hangout, it is a place of work."

"We are discussing work."

"You are talking about shows!"

"Yes, anime. Our point of art reference, influences and inspirations... for a job that is entirely based on art. That is literally as close to on-topic as we could possibly be."

Two of her eight eyes blinked on and off rapidly like a lightbulb that is about to go. Seems Maranda gave her a short-circuit. She guessed Avelyn isn't a computer after all; her processor isn't fast enough to figure that one out. Avelyn's joints sparked a moment and several of the legs started to break off at the joint! Her still fully-dressed human body fell out from the mechanical torso as it broke up at the seams and self-destruct, leaving her dazed and confused on the floor. To err is human.

Maranda was having a hard time not looking at both her own junk and Marc's, because both sets kept shifting as the conversation went on. When Marc's stopped shrinking though; hers kept going. When the balls were only as large as grapes she grunt softly, shifting her legs to make it seem like her reaction was to a cramp in her leg. The little balls popped into her to finish their devolution inside of her pelvis while the scrotal flesh pulled taught and shrank down into regular skin. Her massive cock became a regular horse dick, then a small one. The coloration started to shift; the pink became desaturated and the dark brown skin started to fade into the same tone. The sheath regressed and joined to the medial ring as the edge became a foreskin. Then it was just a huge human penis, then a regular one, then a tiny one. Finally it started to look underdeveloped and no longer able to erect itself at all, then regressed till it was essentially just the glans and no shaft at all with a ring of soft skin around it, then it was no more.

She almost thought that would be it, but then the muscles clenched on their own in her butt and thighs and she remembered she has more horse features than just the genitals! Oh boy was it ever hard to keep a straight face while this was happening, in the middle of a conversation with Marc. The hairs on her beautiful tail started to let go and dissolve into the air. Her butt and thighs started to lose muscle mass and compress in. Her hips felt a constant pressure, and eventually popped loudly which caused her to fall onto her ass; she just laughed it off, knowing he would only be capable of noticing her falling over- not WHY. She winced and could hear a gurgling sound as her hips shrank rapidly and squished all her internal organs around to work with the smaller space. Having her shape return to normal so quickly really helped to underline just how giant her ass had been in comparison. The flesh and blood portion of her tail is tiny, so by the time the hair had removed itself the tail itself was already gone along with it. Her thighs are still larger than normal though... it seems some of their size was due to cow, not horse. Her anus now did not project out either, which made her oversized canine vulva seem even more oversized than it already was because everything around it shrank but it did not.

Marc paused his talking a moment as he blushed, glancing down but then back at her eyes quickly. "Uhm. Were you always not wearing...? Well, never mind I just thought... hmm."

"Pants? I am part cow, bear, and dog, and Luna and Barry don't wear anything, so I was under the impression I wasn't supposed to."

"Right, no, yea. I get it."

"Also- you're one to talk." She smiled even though she was blushing too, as she motioned over his body.

Marc covered his crotch and jumped forward so fast he cracked his forehead against his desk and almost knocked himself out! He is entirely human again- which means it is no longer normal for him to not be wearing clothes! Unlike Holly; he did not have a neatly folded pile of clothes ready to slap on already in the office. The clothes he had here last are destroyed- ripped to tatters by his growing body. Marc ran to the bathroom as fast as he could and Maranda wandered over and knocked on Barry's door.

"Heyy... uhm, is there a way to get some spare clothes for Marc? He is stuck in the bathroom right now..."

Barry furrowed his brow in confusion. "What happened to what he was wearing?"

"He forgot to put it on this morning I guess, haha."

"How-...what. How did he get all the way to work, and work for seven hours without anyone noticing he was naked?! Including himself?"

Maranda just shrugged. "Weird things have been going on the office the last few days. Maybe its carbon dioxide poisoning? There are no windows in the office that lead outside, so no one's getting any fresh air."

Barry sighed and nodded. "Yea, things have definitely been weird. I accidentally destroyed an outfit myself trying on human clothes. I don't even remember WHY." He chuckled. "Too bad I destroyed that outfit- he could have just taken mine."

Maranda wandered back out and glanced at the clock- there was not really enough time left in the day to sit down with Luna now. She approached the cow sitting in her own bean bag seat and started up a little conversation anyway, leading to her asking if she wanted to hang out after work. Luna was a bit reluctant, but agreed to hang out tomorrow after work- her place is a mess right now and she wanted to get it at least somewhat fixed up before inviting Maranda in. Yea... that makes sense. The transformation changed her, not her apartment. Maranda can only imagine the chaos trying to live normally as a huge cow would have caused. If she tried to sit in any normal chair, it will just break under her from the weight. Heck, her toilet would probably just barely hold her up, if at all. If her apartment is the same size as Maranda's then she wouldn't even be able to fit into the shower. No hands, so trying to prepare food probably amounted to her smacking her hooves against the vegetable crisper till she got it open enough to just munch on its contents with her face straight out of the fridge. Now that Maranda thought about it, was Luna even getting enough to drink? She can't stand so she can she even reach the sink to get water? Luckily, Luna thought of Maranda as much more of a friend than Maranda thought she was due, so getting her to agree to spend time with her wasn't too hard, or out of place. It was only now after talking with everyone else that Maranda was able to fully examine her own body and noticed she also has one less pair of breasts! Although, the same number of nipples. The lowest pair of breasts that had almost-black areola and nipples are gone as well as the areola- now it was just a pair of nipples and their color turned to neon pink instead of ultra-dark brown. The horse traits bled out of them, but the nipple count remained thanks to canine traits. The ones above that still had small breasts because it was from her re-allocated human traits, while her chest was dominated by bovine.

08 An Eve With Adam

On her way home though, Maranda thought about Adam again. She looked at the schedule on the side of the bus shelter and seen where else it could take her along its route. Yea; she can get pretty close to his garage. Instead of taking the bus home, she took it to the garage where Adam works to pop in on him. By then it was almost dinner time so no actual customers were around- the front of the store was actually already closed, but the shutter doors on the several linked garages were partially open and you could still hear people working away. Adam was not at all hard to find- the floor around him is covered in multi-colored dog paw-prints. He was using stencils to help keep his lines crisp now since painting is considerably harder now that he is a dog. He is holding the paint sprayer in his mouth since he has no hands, and his kerchief is currently bunched up and tied over his nostrils to help protect him from the fumes. A rebreather isn't going to fit over a dog's muzzle, on top of the fact his sense is smell is much stronger as a dog, making the fumes twice as noxious. At least two of the other workers whistled at Maranda as she passed on her way to Adam, and she just rolled her eyes at them. Yikes... she does technically have her tits out... or, four of the six are anyway. Because of how far it projects and how big it is; her pussy can be seen from almost every angle as well. She doesn't have a tail anymore to at least cover it from the back. The click of her bovine hooves echoed in the large rooms she passed through- the floor is just bare concrete.

Maranda knelt down beside Adam and pat him on the head from behind to get his attention. Unlike the other men, he was too absorbed in his work to notice her on his own. There is a radio playing in the background- you can tell Adam is the one who chose the station; its blaring classic rock hits. You'd think he was twice as old as he actually is from his taste in music. He is also the only person Maranda has ever known, to actually know all the words to 'Staying alive'.

"Whaugh?" He dropped the sprayer. "Ack- w-what are you doing here Maranda?!"

She laughed at his surprise. "Just checkin' on you~! I knew you would still be here, and I got off work already, sooo, why not, right?"

He tried to make a face like he was disappointed and didn't care for her intruding, but it was adorable because in this form he can't stop his tail from wagging when he is happy- so you can immediately see his true feelings even when he tries to pretend.

"Well... I got a long ways to go still. A lot of work to do. I don't know how I used to crank these out so fast... it is not that I am trying to go slower..." He glared at his work with an authentic look of frustration.

He worked faster before because he was a human before. He is unable to understand he transformed, but still aware of the shortcomings, which to him is just confusing and disappointing. He is worse at his job now and unable to know why.

Another of the workers called to Maranda. "Hey hot stuff~ you can bother me all you want."

Their boss pointed the pressure washer hose at him. "I will literally shoot you." A pressure washer does blast water out hard enough to rip your skin off, so it's definitely not something you want pointed at you. He looked over to Adam. "Hey, why don't you take off. Get her away from these fucking animals." That was ironic, calling the human men animals in contrast to two literal animals.

"But... this is taking so long already..." He lowered his ears.

"Hey- it happens man. Still need eight hours sleep, doesn't matter how much work builds up, you still need to live too, 'else what is the point, right? Go on."

Adam reluctantly put his equipment away and Maranda helped him put his kerchief back around his neck. Rather than go home, he took her around back and they climbed up onto the roof of the garage to hang out and talk for a while. Being only one level tall- this was by far the shortest building around aside from scattered gas stations. This deep in the city the sun vanished really fast behind all the tall buildings, so even though the sky was still fairly light; the streetlights were all on to keep the ground illuminated in the shadow of the city itself. They could hear the hum of the neon sign on the front of the building as the two of them sat behind it. There is the sound of rushing traffic as well- the tail end of rush hour as people return home for the night. The roof is not nearly high up enough that the bustle of the sidewalks is muted at all.

Time to try and unravel why Adam is a dog. "So... you have any... dirty secrets?"

"What? Where did that come from? You know all my secrets already."

"Oh, I know, hehe~. But, I dunno... we haven't just hung out and did nothing for a while, right? We always get together to DO something, like shopping or taking me to work or whatever."

"Well, and that time you talked me into people watching at a bar, trying to find someone to hit on."

"Hah, yea."

"What a horrible night. There are no gay bars in this city, I knew that would never work at a normal bar! And everyone there is at least half drunk, uuuugh."

She laughed. "I know, but I was glad we could share the awful."

"Misery likes company."

"So... never do anything naughty? Still always just a perfect good boy?"

"Yea..." He shrugged. "I mean, I am at work or just hanging around my place- when am I going to do anything wild in the first place?" There was a long pause before he spoke up again to break the silence. "I hope I don't lose my job... I was lucky to get this one."

"Your boss seemed fine with it- you worry too much. Besides, your talents can carry you even if you do stumble. I mean, this isn't the only art job in the world." She motioned to herself.

"Aaeeh, your job is totally different. You sit behind a desk in an office and-"

"Do art. Like you. Except not on vehicles... at least not yet."

"Yea, but like... I am around these rough and tumble type guys, and it is a very guy... job. It is more... normal, I guess, for lack of a better word."

"But your gay, what do you care if you have a manly job or not? Wait, are you trying to pretend your straight now for some reason?!" She furrowed her brows trying to understand.

"N-no! Everyone knows I am... sigh." There was another long silence, though now he had a bit of pained look on his face. Adam just looked up at the sky, trying to see the stars past the city lights but it was only darkness up there and the glow from below. "My dad is a real man's-man. You remember meeting him, right?"

"Yea, his handshake almost broke my hand. He thought I was your girlfriend at first, heh."

"Yea, that is him. In the attic... there is all this old stuff. Baseball bat and catcher's mitt... stuff like that. My dad got me a bunch of stuff when I was little like that and I just... didn't much care for it. I appreciated getting stuff but... yea. When I finally told my parents I was gay, my dad... froze up. It was like you could see his spirit melting away inside of him, but he eventually just smiled and said he was proud of me for telling them."

"Yea... he seemed like he always supported you?"

"He has. But... that somehow almost makes it worse." Adam's eyes looked hurt- he likely would be crying if his current species were capable of it. "He is so kind and understanding, but I let him down. I wasn't the son he wanted. I can never be that son. So I will always let him down. I thought, the least I could do was take up a manly profession, like working on cars, right? But, when I worked hard enough and they see what I was actually good at, I found this little niche where I fit in. Where I can work on art but still seem like one of 'the boys'." Tears started to fall from his eyes, and washed a trail of fur off the side of his face. Canine traits starting to melt away.

Amanda hugged him tightly, to shield him from the cool night air as his fur evaporated and his body started to grow back to its proper size. Adam is very kind, like his father- it hurt to see him sad. So that is why he is always so eager to help everyone, to please everyone. He feels guilty, for being who he is. Maranda tells him it isn't his fault, and that his father is still proud of him no matter what. He was not what his father expected, but that doesn't mean his father is disappointed in what he got. Maranda could talk to him all night about it, but the only words that can heal Adam are from his own father. She told him he should call him, and talk to him about this. It won't be an easy topic to bring up, but it is something that needs to be done, to settle his soul. Adam is a good boy, and he deserves to live in peace. He should stop obeying people just because of a leash he imagined for himself.

Maranda could feel her own canine traits shrinking away. Her giant projected vulva regressing back, and the remaining mammaries occupying her upper crotch tightened back into her and faded away. She shivered not from temperature, but from feeling as her own fur started to drop away- apparently cow and bear traits were not strong enough to maintain a pelt on her by themselves. The splotches remained as a discoloration on her skin after the fur over them disintegrated. It was good to see her best friend return to his body right in her own arms. She has only seen him completely naked once before- he was trying on some of her clothes and she pants'ed him by the mirror. It was in her own bedroom so it's not like anyone else seen, it was funny! Adam's head rest against her giant breasts by the time he grew fully back to normal, but they were both too distracted in the emotion of the situation for that fact to even register.

Adam pulled away rather suddenly and his eyes shivered back and forth as the gears in his brain started to turn again- now putting together information the spell made impossible before. "My clothes-!"

"Hold on." She crossed her arms over her top and grabbed it from the bottom. She is still wearing the large sweater from the other day, since it is so stretchy. Luna was wearing her sweater still today too, but that is probably because it's too tight for her to even remove it anymore.

He blushed even brighter. "W-what are you-...?"

She had to shimmy back and forth to wedge her giant tits out of her sweater. They fit well because they are so amorphous and squish outward to take whatever space is available, but that meant it was harder to unpack them after. She isn't wearing a bra obviously either, so she winced when the shirt popped off their lower curve only to get caught on her teats for a moment. When she finally got her sweater off she tossed it to Adam. The sweater is so large and so stretched thanks to her massive tits that when he puts it on it covers him low enough to juuuust hide his bits. Luckily his car was down at the back of the building- in the seven spaces reserved for staff parking. They both dashed down the stairs on the back of the building to go from the roof to his car as quickly as possible. Adam paused again, looking at the boxes on his petals and the booster seat with his eyebrow furrowed.

"What... the heck have I been doing?"

"I could tell you, but you will literally never believe me."

As he was tossing the items into the back of his car and starting it up, Maranda looked outside and seen the snowflakes slowly falling in the headlights. It had gotten cold enough again to snow. That made her feel rather snug in the car with Adam... even if she was entirely naked now. Hopefully the snow will actually stick around this time- she was tired of looking at ugly mounds of slush and ice. On the drive home Maranda was so caught up thinking about Adam and his troubles that she forgot to be embarrassed about being naked. Everyone else thinks its normal, so it's not like she will get arrested for nudity. She is still however the only bear-cow-woman in the world and has massive boobs, so people absolutely will still stare at her wherever she goes. Good thing it is night now. Adam drove her home, thanking her again for the sweater and promising to give it back tomorrow once he gets his own stuff on.

That night, Maranda went to sleep quickly, and slept very soundly. The next morning, now that her hips were normal and her thighs... well, halfway normal; she could once again wear pants, and got herself another large long-sleeve, though this one was a thinner material, which unfortunately flaunted the steep curves of her soft, wobbly breasts. Just two to go and she will be normal again. Almost as much as if felt like she was fighting for normalcy again... it felt like she was correcting a grievous mistake. These are the people she lives with regularly... she should really know these things already. This entire mess is built on her own misinformation- because she judged the book by its cover. That is no doubt what Baph meant by 'learning her lesson'. She let her perception of them corrupt how she interacts with them and feels about the things they do. So the annoyance she felt about them was ultimately entirely her own doing- she was never annoyed with them, she was annoyed with the image she projected onto them.

09 Sour Milk

The work day went... quite normal. Too normal. In comparison to how chaotic things have been, the calm now only served to make Maranda more nervous about the coming night with Luna. She does not want to be a partner in crime on Luna's adventures with men. She is a little jealous of how easily she can hook a guy, but not jealous with how many she throws herself at, or how she always leaves them high and dry after wringing them out for freebees. Maranda knows that is no misconception because Luna herself brags about it, and her social media accounts might as well be a crime report. At the same time though... Luna has never been anything but nice to Maranda, and seems to have an illusion of Maranda being a better friend to her than she has actually been. Maranda apparently helped her through rough high school years without actually intending to or realizing it.

After work, Luna gave Maranda a ride in an... unfortunately small car. In order for Luna to fit into her own vehicle as a cow, the front seat needs to be literally laying down flat against the BACK seat. She is basically lying on the seat! That means she is operating the pedals with her FRONT hooves, and the steering wheel with her face! Maranda was once again terrified to be in a vehicle with a creature that has absolutely no business driving a car. She managed to get home safely enough... although that is the slowest Maranda has ever seen someone go on those streets. It might have actually been faster to just walk. Maranda offered to help Luna get into her place, but she insisted she was fine. She is able to use her very large cow tongue to manipulate keys and doorknobs... hopefully her saliva is equally skilled at breaking down the sheer amount of bacteria they are probably covered in. Her apartment is quite clean, and... quite posh too. The living room wall is entirely glass, overlooking the city- though her apartment is only on the sixth floor so she isn't high enough to overlook much. Still a lot nicer than Maranda's tiny box. Luna once again insisted on making them dinner... unsurprisingly, it was a large salad. Even if she could prepare meat somehow without having hands- her quad chambered bovine stomach isn't going to be able to break meat down properly. She is a herbivore in this form. It was a nice salad though- kale leaves, black olives, and instead of dressing- a bucket of cottage cheese. Simple, but nice.

Luna blew in a closet and had to turn her head from a cloud of dust a moment. "Oof. I had this old board game since college- my mom got it for me thinking I could play it with 'friends'. It has literally never been opened."

She grabbed the box and slid it out to bring over to the living room table. There is a couch on either side of the table, with the television on a stand against the glass wall. Hmm, there she goes mentioning a lack of friends again. That is probably why she latched onto her memories of Maranda so readily. Was Maranda the only one who showed Luna any actual kindness? Without even meaning to?

"I remember you being so popular in high school. What happened?"

Luna sat on the opposite couch and placed her fore hooves on her udder and tugged back, making the teats and front of the udder flop up and down. "I wasn't popular- these were. In high school, most boys would cut off their own arm to stand in the shadow of tits like mine. And as the default 'beautiful one', most girls wanted to be in my good favor. They were nice to me, I went to tons of parties, and I had a lot of fun- not going to lie. But at the end of the day... they weren't really friends. If I got depressed, they did not want to hear it. If I got in some shit, they didn't have my back. They didn't want a friend, they wanted some pretty titties to snap selfies with. And my track record with romantic relationships- as you know- is an absolute travesty. I don't trust boys to keep their hands to themselves, so it isn't like the relationship could advance very far anyway. Anyway! Enough of that! Let's have some fun!"

It was a tender topic, so Maranda did not want to poke at the wound too much. As they played the board game, she noticed fur lengthening on Luna's head. It started to turn back into her shimmering black human hair! She is getting humanity back- though quite slowly. By the time they finished the game, she almost had hands. Her dew claws had evolved into a finger and thumb- but the ends of all her digits are still dominated by a hoof segment, and she is one finger short per hand. Her udder certainly showed no signs of going away- so Maranda's adopted traits did not budge.

Afterward, to show Maranda a bit of proof of what they talked about earlier; Luna pulled out her high school yearbooks. As expected; the first year was absolutely covered with signatures, tiny pen sketches and short messages and even two phone numbers- most likely from boys. The next book had a bit less- and there was no scribbles or short messages, just signatures. The next only had a few, and one single message. The last one hit Maranda right in the heart... she thought she just happened to be the first one she asked that year... Maranda's own signature is the only one in Luna's fourth yearbook. Maranda sort of ignored the social groups entirely in high school, so her view of who is popular or not was very surface level, and she apparently read Luna wrong entirely. Granted... the fact she was known far and wide to be someone who deliberately stomps on the hearts of men probably did not help her popularity. After so many boys get burned, they start warning away the others. As the night went on, little by little, bits of human Luna started to emerge from the cow. Her face compressed back in and her head returned to human size. Then her neck and torso. Her hands returned finally to normal. Her feet remained hooves, she kept her bovine horns, and her udder absolutely refused to shrink. Why is Luna's traits being so stubborn? What was Maranda still missing? Luna seemed genuine to her, so it's not like she was deliberately keeping secrets. Maranda thought she knew everything about Adam too though- and it turned out the part she was missing was a link to someone else entirely. Through the whole night, though she was having fun with Luna laughing and talking about random nothings... the second last yearbook stuck in Maranda's head. There was one message written in that one by another girl; 'sorry about your family'. What happened?

It was not a question that could be approached with much grace no matter how hard you try. Maranda held her tongue till much later in the night. They both lost track of time so Luna insisted she just stay the night, and got a pillow and blanket for Maranda to sleep on the couch. With a view of the city through the nearby window, it is a comfortable place to sleep even if it isn't a proper bed.

"I have fallen asleep more times out here than I can count, myself." Every time she stopped moving in this demi-cow form she had to crouch a bit to brace herself- her udder is so monstrously enormous compared to the rest of her that the force of it swinging is nearly enough to yank her over!

"H-hey... Luna, do you get along with your family?"

"Huh? Yea, why?"

"Really? Both parents?"

"Yeeaaa...? I mean, I don't talk to them much these days, but it's not like we got into any fights or anything. Why?"

"I was just wondering, because you never told me anything about your family before, and I was starting to wonder if you maybe had a falling out."

"Nah, they're fine. Just don't talk to 'em much since I left home for college then got my own apartment." She sat on the arm of the couch as Maranda placed the pillow and unfolded the blanket.

"Barry has quite the family line- if you believe any of it. A long history of warriors!" She did an imitation of his voice.

Luna laughed. "Oh gosh- you should have seen Barry when we were starting up. Because I worked there almost two years before you came around; I had to deal with proto-Barry."

"I cannot imagine him anything other than the big, warm goof."

"It is all an act you know? I mean, not the warm part- Barry is a pretty cool guy. But, he is always super nervous and self-conscious. Tell him his fly is undone and he will look; Every. Single. Time."

"Whaaat? But, he is always so chill about things. People been smashing office furniture left and right the last week and he just shrugs it off." She tried to keep her expression normal, even though the muscles in her face shifted slowly and the bone became pressurized- threatening to re-compress.

"That is why he is so boisterous and outgoing in the first place! He wants people to see he is actively doing something, checking on people, making sure things are running smooth. Ever since landing a job as our 'fearless leader' he has been afraid that he will lose his job- that he isn't good enough for the shoes he was made to fill. That is why Barry will never sit still- it makes him nervous. When he checks on everything constantly it puts his mind at ease. Sometimes it is a bit annoying when he pops his head over your shoulder two or three times a day but... I dunno, I am fine with it. I just tell him he is doing fine. He made the hustle in the early days when the place was struggling to get its stride; he will be fine now that the gears are turning." She glanced at the clock. "Anyway, I better get to sleep."

"Y-yea. Night." Maranda would have said more, but her face was in the middle of compressing into itself! Her entire head was reforming and shrinking down, returning to human. She learned about the true face of Barry through Luna! Her bear traits are no more!

Maranda was unable to remove those giant udders from Luna though. Even from the couch you could hear her bed springs creak in the other room from the sheer weight of that thing being dropped on it. What was that message in her yearbook about then? If she didn't have any family problems? Maranda was half expecting to hear that her parents were rich snobs who were never home or something like that. Luna uses several social media platforms... instead of sleeping, Maranda took out her cell phone and started to look at Luna's accounts, flipping down to see how far back the account dated. On the oldest, there was several people saying they were sorry about the news, sorry about her family and several deleted posts that may have been people talking about it who were not sorry. There is a four year gap from those messages to when Luna herself started to say anything on the account again. So what the hell actually happened?

None of her social media accounts actually said anything about an incident, so running out of ideas; Maranda instead googled Luna's name. Maybe there is an alternate account she doesn't know about or something. Her heart tightened immediately at the results. Luna's full name produced no results- but her last name by itself brought up plenty. All of which talking about her uncle- the convicted pedophile. Oh dear god no. The reason she hates all men. It is a self-defense mechanism. She is emotionally incapable of allowing them to get close to her. She uses her own sexuality to lure them in as a means of controlling the situation- ensuring that she always has the upper hand. She uses them as tools and discards them first, to prevent them from ever being able to use her instead. Luna was never listed as one of her uncle's victims, but if he was ever close enough to her you could imagine at least something going wrong. Especially since she was such an early bloomer- she already had those large breasts by the time she was in grade 8. And just being that close to someone who does something like that in the first place is scarring. If your own family turns out to be like that... how do you learn to trust anyone again? Maranda felt dizzy and sick from this revelation, and did not even notice past her emotions that her breasts were finally starting to shrink- the two nipples being drawn together and fusing back into one. In the other bedroom, the giant hill under the sheets finally started to shrink away as Luna herself is returned fully to the beautiful woman she is meant to be. A woman with a scarred heart, from having been shattered to bits and slowly healed by its own will over many, many years. That is why she absolutely refused to ask Marc to help milk her the other day, she doesn't trust men- with anything, ever. She likes Barry and she even refused to ask him. As a fellow woman that she knew- Maranda was the only one she would trust. Maranda finally fell asleep that night with a tear wedged in the corner of an eye, for a friend she never knew she had made.

Since Luna transformed back while in her own bed, she was able to scramble the next morning to dress herself- confused why she wasn't wearing anything in the first place. Especially with a guest over. Maranda was not wearing socks or shoes, so Luna leant her some and whipped them both up a quick breakfast to get ready to drive to work. She will be able to drive a lot faster now that she has actual hands.

Maranda was quite spaced out that morning, thinking about what she learned, and spoke up quietly while eating breakfast with Luna. "Hey, Luna?"

"Hmm?"

"I need to have you over to my place now to make up for eating two meals and sleeping at yours."

Luna laughed. "Sure."

"My place is a cardboard box compared to yours though. Hey... uh... do you ever see yourself getting a boyfriend? I mean, to date, for real."

Luna's face immediately became more serious, though still at least a little aloof since it was talk between girlfriends. "Not really, no. I mean, the idea of finding Mr. Right is fun and all but it's the real world- there is no Mr. Right."

"No one is perfect, no, but I mean I ain't perfect and I am still your friend, right? There are all sorts of guys out there... sure some of them are morons- but not all of them."

Luna rest her chin on her overlapped hands; her elbows on the table. "I suppose. Why so curious about my love life?"

"Because you showed me those empty yearbooks. I am glad I could be there for you- even if I wasn't even aware that I was. But... I don't want to be the only name written in your life. I don't want you to be lonely..."

Luna groaned, though had a sympathetic look on her face. "I am a tough girl Maranda, I will be okay without a lot of friends. I know there must be guys out there who could be fun, or kind... but I don't want to put myself out there. I don't want to sift through the shit to find the good ones."

Maranda bit her lip a moment nervously. "What if... I found him instead?"

"H-huh?"

Life finally returned to normal for Maranda- and everyone else too, even if they were unaware anything changed in the first place. Barry was once again a normal man, but kept his standing desk even after gaining the ability to use chairs again. As overly leery as she was about the whole thing; Luna played along with Maranda's idea, and her first date with Marc actually turned out great! She was afraid of the muscle-bound meathead, but it turns out he wasn't a meathead at all. He took her to see a kaiju movie and they went back to her place and played some multiplayer video games together later! Once Adam had his hands back, he went extra-hard on that truck mural he had been working on and made an absolutely amazing piece- and was sure to send Maranda photos of it once it was done, as requested.

Maranda never broke her curse. She never found Baph again, so the spell was never actually lifted. If she meets someone new, and thinks she has their personality down without getting the facts; she can once again turn them into a feral animal and herself into a weird hybrid. But if she gets to know the people she meets, or just doesn't try to label them in her head in the first place- then the curse doesn't affect her. Maranda has no complaints about the people she works with anymore- they are all sort of friends at this point. Her life was never really rough to begin with, she just wasn't able to see it for what it was until now. She supposes that in that sense; Baph helped her, rather than curse her. It helped everyone- not just Maranda. As much as they are all a part of her- she is also a part of them.

She flopped back in bed, finally able to relax again after so much chaos for so long. She giggled naughtily as she grabbed up her dildo and slipped it inside. Geeze, was her dildo always this smal- "OH CRAP the old man!" Oh right, the guy she turned into a dick. Eh. His life expectancy is probably longer as a penis.