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Part I: Finders Keep Her

Their Saturday morning was turning out quite well, with both Trent and Nicole having a great time with no mention of the previous night's... awkwardness.

The couple had been together for just under three years at that point, lived together in a nice suburban house, both had jobs, and Trent had even been considering actually popping the question. Things were going quite well and their usual Saturday drive was going well, even if the air was a bit more tense than usual.

Reason for that came the night before when the two were on the couch watching a movie that both had passing interest in and were both browsing on their phones. While a rather usual evening, Nicole happened to look over at Trent's phone and saw what he was looking at. It led to a lot of questions, some explanations, and in the end, Nicole was left wondering about her boyfriend and he was a little unnerved.

"Why the interest in animal transformation?" she asked bluntly, to which Trent did his best to cobble an answer that made some sense.

"It's not anything I nurtured or anything. Just something that grew as a very private interest, since it is pretty hard to explain to others. This conversation being a good example of that," he pointed out. Trent was usually a man that was in control, as he was something of a stud in his company's sales department, so finding out that he had an interest in becoming something like a dog or horse was a lot for Nicole to wrap her mind around.

"I can't say I understand but you know I still love you," she reaffirmed to him.

Nicole had always been an open minded person and one to be kind before cruelty ever occurred to her. So she wasn't going to let this interest of Trent's, that was pure fantasy, was nothing to be worried about. Though by the time she woke, she was feeling almost disappointed she couldn't help in some way to see his interest through.

But transformation like that was impossible, so, they settled for a Saturday drive out to a nearby town with an idea to get coffee, walk around, maybe go into some shops, but generally just hang out and enjoy the other's company. As afternoon came and they left the small restaurant where they enjoyed a lighted lunch, Nicole was showing an interest in some of the local antique shops. One in particular, 'The Hidden Hoard', caught her eye as a new shop. She waved Trent in after her and brought up the rear as usual.

Nicole was around five foot seven, with a thin, athletic build, fair skin, blue eyes, shoulder length brown hair, and a careful way of walking and looking around at things. Dressed in jeans with a loose blouse top for the October weather, the warmer than usual temperature out was making the day all the more easy to bear.

For Trent, he was a little over six feet tall and around two hundred and thirty pounds with the body of a former college athlete still there vaguely, although the years since graduation had softened him up some. He had blue eyes as well, short brown hair, with lightly tanned skin, and a confident stride wherever he went. Though, on account of the discussion last night, he couldn't help but feel slightly more vulnerable than usual.

They had shared all their kinks and interests early in their relationships and both had turned out to be rather vanilla in things, especially Nicole. Even then, Trent had his interest in transformation as another kink but could never think to mention to her because it was hard to explain. Even to himself. Over the years, he had secretly kept an interest in it while being nothing by a great boyfriend to Nicole. He certainly didn't dislike her outings, though, he would sometimes have to drag her away from shops she planned on spending no money in but would love to look at everything anyway.

This shop seemed much the same as other antique shops, with shelves full of old things or large wall or floor space filled with furniture. Nicole would point out things she would envision being in their house before Trent would check the outrageous price tag and the idea died. Today she was ignoring most of the furniture and was instead near a large glass case under a lot of jewelry. Most of it looked to be from the 1920s through 60s, with styles varying wildly. As did quality.

"They really have some nice things here," Nicole said in her usual upbeat voice while looking from piece to piece.

"Oh yeah? I figured you were set on jewelry," Trent joked.

She rolled her eyes obviously. "A girl is never set on jewelry. She's in a case of a constant discovery," she argued before turning her eyes on the necklaces.

"Well, just try and remember you have a fifty dollar budget so don't go too nuts. I'm going to go check out stuff on the other side," he told her before kissing her cheek and seeing himself off.

The store's back got larger as it appeared to be built partially into an old barn. Here there was more old wooden furniture, farm equipment, partially rusted street signs, and little space to actually move. Here, where it was rather quiet, Trent spied what looked to be an older loveseat. With no signs saying he couldn't after making sure it was strong enough for his weight, he sat down carefully.

"There we are," he said with a satisfied grunt as he got comfortable and took out his phone. Within seconds he was more concerned with college football scores than antiques.

Meanwhile one of the shop's owners, an older gentleman, was helping Nicole at the counter.

"Is there anything you're looking for in particular, Miss?" the man asked with a friendly smile.

"Oh, mostly just looking. I sort of like costume jewelry or bigger stuff, but then again, I can be lured by the right ring or bracelet," she conceded, grinning all the while.

"Well have a look around as you will and just point out anything you want to see," the man tells her.

Nicole looked around the case more hoping for something to jump out at her that also fits into her budget. "Where did you get most of these? Some are quite lovely and unique," observed Nicole just as something red caught her eye.

"Oh, I pick things up at estate sales here and there. Some people have traded to me or just come to me some other way. Really is a hodge-podge of things," the owner admits.

As he spoke, Nicole's eyes became enamored with a particular necklace she saw. It had a simple chain, perhaps of silver or platinum, with three chains hanging in the front, each with oval shaped ruby red gems that were a particularly deep shade. While most of the gems were tiny, there were five larger red gems in particular that made up a rough star pattern between the three layers. While she figured the gems were fake, as she stared into the heart of one of them, Nicole was enamored.

"Miss? Miss?" the owner asked, noticing the woman in something of a trance.

Nicole suddenly blinks a few times and has her wits again. "Oh, sorry about that. Ummm, I'd like to take a look at that piece there," she said, pointing to the necklace.

Nodding, the owner slid open the back of the case and carefully took out the necklace before setting it on top of the case for her to see better. "Think this piece was picked up at one of those estate sales I mentioned. Who can remember which," explained the man while Nicole looked over the piece.

Looking at it more closely, she could see the chains were worn and some of the smaller gems definitely appeared to be plastic or just fake, but the overall piece did have an appeal to her, even if it wasn't her usual style.

"I don't normally go for reds," she admitted with a hint of trepidation before looking up at the man. "But it is quite lovely. How much for it?" she dared to ask.

The man let out a long, drawn out breath as he seemed to be tabulating the price in his head. "Oh, I suppose I could let it go for, seventy-five."

Nicole huffed. "Really? Maybe if it wasn't scuffed up you'd have a case but it's a ragged piece. I would have to clean it just to make it presentable," she argued carefully.

"So what price were you thinking?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Forty," she offered quickly.

"Fifty," he countered.

"Sold!" she said in a second, her heart racing for some reason. She usually wasn't the sort to haggle but something about the necklace called out to her. As she paid, the man was kind enough to put the piece in white jewelry box with a bit of cotton in there to keep it from getting damaged. After placing it in a bag, the man handed it over to Nicole who took it and tried not to look too excited.

She had to do some searching but she eventually found Trent in his seat, happily invested in his football scores until she was right on top of him. "Oh, hey, sweetie. You ready to go?" he asked as he stood up. He then noticed the bag in her hand. "Bought something?"

"Yeah, just some jewelry I liked," she said off-hand before motioning for him to follow her.

"How much was it?"

"Enough," she answered with a shrug.

"You spent it all, didn't you?" Trent deduced.

Nicole turned her head to make a faux pouty face. "How did you know?"

"Like I don't know you after all these years. It's not a problem, but we could have used the change to stop at a store on the way home and get some candy at least," he teased lightly.

Looping her arm through his, she snuggled up to her man warmly. "Candy does sound pretty nice," she mused as they left the store.

Arriving home a bit later, Trent and Nicole decided on a simple dinner while catching up on shows from the past week as was something of their lazy Saturday schedule. Nicole set about in the kitchen, getting out of a pair of filet mignon steaks to season while heating up the pan and preparing other sides. Trent took a shower after the surprisingly warm day where he saw slightly overdressed and worked up a sweat.

So as the water was boiling for the potatoes and pan heating up for the steak, Nicole went to her purse, which she left at the end of the kitchen counter, and from it took the box with the necklace in it. She had been wanting to look at it ever since she took possession but never had a moment to herself to inspect it closely. As Trent was prone to longer showers, Nicole knew she could take her time.

Unpacking the box, she pulled out the necklace and marveled at it for a second in the bright lighting of their modern kitchen area. The five main gems didn't sparkle, but seemed to absorb the light and grow an even deeper shade of red in the process. Still, after looking, she held it against her chest to see exactly how it rested. Seemed she was tall enough and had enough chest so that the lowest gem hung just to the entrance to her cleavage. Still, she needed a better look.

But first she set the necklace down on the counter so she could pour in the potatoes and put her steak on first, since she liked it cooked well done. After that and turning on the oven to roast some vegetables, she ran to the guest bathroom on the first floor where there was a big mirror along with just a sink and toilet, though all quite well decorated thanks to Nicole.

Taking off her blouse and down to just her black lace bra, she unclipped the simple hinge of the necklace before placing it around her neck. After securing it, she looked up in the mirror, expecting to have to fix how it was sitting but actually it was perfect. Now against her actual skin, it felt faintly warm but very comfortable as she modeled for a while in the mirror.

"I'm not usually one for something so garish, but it really fits me perfectly and matches my skin tones even," Nicole said while pushing her chest out.

'It's perfect for you. Perhaps quite lucky that it came to you. Something to keep close to your heart for sure,' came an errant thought in her head that she found herself agreeing with after only a little more modeling.

"Yeah, I should find an outfit that matches- oh shit, dinner," she gasped before going to door, only to remember she took her blouse off. Quickly putting it back on, she went out and found her steak well cooked on the one side and the water boiling off.

After quickly getting things under control and trying to salvage her steak, Nicole dripped the veg in olive oil, sea salt, and pepper before throwing it in the oven and setting a timer. As she was catching her breath, Trent walked in wearing nylon basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and customary large fuzzy bunny house slippers. In white and pink, of course.

"Hey babe. I can already smell you ruining your steak. How are the potatoes doing?" he asked with a bit of sass as he entered the kitchen.

"Everything is going fine. You know I like my steak a little more done. No need to always tease about it," she said while checking on the potatoes.

Trent came up carefully beside her, reaching his hand over to her fit ass to give it a playful squeeze. Nicole jumped and immediately gave Trent a soft elbow to the gut. "Watch out or I'll make you a, ummm, parrot," she teased.

Trent immediately clammed up a bit at the mention of change. "Parrots aren't really my thing," he said back to her, hoping she was joking in a good way.

"Oh, well, what would you prefer?" she asked while bending down to check on the veggies.

Trent could answer that question honestly very quickly but knew that he had to use some caution. She knew about his fetish but the actual depths of it he had kept murky. Thinking safely, one option came to mind, "Dog or horse would work and be normal. Though, neither would be very helpful right now," he made sure to quip.

Nicole stood and moved the fridge. "What would you like to drink?" she asked though in her mind there was another errant thought that occurred to her.

'An interest in transformation is a lovely thing to work with,' came the idea as the low interest that Nicole had in the fetish was somewhat kindled. 'It's something he enjoys. Let him enjoy it then. I love to help,' came the continued thinking, though Nicole was unsure if the thoughts were her own or more of those stray ones.

Dinner turned out well and they chatted about the rather busy week that they had ahead together. For Trent, it was a lot of meetings, presentations, and didn't really end until Saturday when he got his reward of having saved up all these months where he had enough to start remodeling the downstairs guest bedroom into a home. It would cost about five thousand for what he had in mind but it had been worth it after all these months. There was also a dinner with his neighbors on Tuesday, which he didn't mind but meant he was doing all the cooking and cleaning up. To say nothing of the big presentation on Friday.

Nicole, who worked as a consultant for companies during tax time, was currently in her off season of mostly tending to her growing house garden and creating new outfits for herself in her upstairs crafts room. It was that craft room that had motivated Trent to work on his own new room and she was happily signed up to help in the remodel process.

After dinner, Trent surprised her with Godiva cheesecake, something he had picked up on the way home for her the previous day. After hugs, they retired to the living room with the box, two forks, and a blanket.

After a few shows, the box was empty and they were set to snuggling, first with her on his chest before he leaned more against her. Only then, when his arm brushed against her chest as he reached for a drink, did he notice she was wearing something. Looking more closely at her, he could see the chain around her neck along with something red just below her neckline.

"What's that you have on?" he asked casually.

"Have what on?" Nicole asked without looking away from the tv.

"That necklace, under your shirt," he pointed replied while reaching out to tug her shirt out to see better down the front. There he saw more red gems, large ones, that each seemed to have a different heaving ruby color to them. "Wow, that's really something," he observed before she slapped his hand away. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"We can fool around after another couple episodes, I promise," she said, thinking more he was interested in her than what she was wearing.

She didn't see him roll his eyes. "Well I wasn't taking a sneak peek. I was just asking about that necklace. You don't usually wear things so bold, Nik," he commented carefully as he moved back to his own cushion.

Only then did it seem to dawn on her she was still wearing the necklace she put on before. "Oh right, that," she recalled with some surprise. "Yeah, that's what I bought earlier at the shop. I was trying it on earlier and then dinner happened so I sort of forgot to take it off. Though it's crazy comfortable and fits me perfectly," she had to add while looking down and admiring herself.

"Yeah, looks great. Just not your usual thing is all," he commented as his attention turned back to the show.

'Fits like it was made for you. And he likes it. Could be a good luck charm. Keeping it on could spice things up tonight too,' came a somewhat comforting, if a bit crypt in origin, voice in the back of her head.

"It does look good," Nicole finally said, still admiring it.

After a few more shows and a bottle of wine, the two retreated to the bedroom where they had a customary Saturday sex, though Nicole spent more time on top than usual. It allowed Trent to notice that, even naked, she was still wearing the necklace.

"Mmmm, that looks lovely over your tits," Trent moaned during sex while she was riding him.

Nicole was lost in the moment though and was thinking more about the pleasure than what she looked like. Both ended up having a satisfying evening and after a bit of cleanup and a trip to the bathroom, both snuggled up in bed together.

Playing the little spoon meant that Trent's hands were around her stomach and chest, with his fingers often playing with the gems and their settings.

"You really like this necklace," Trent said during their cuddling.

Nicole had been staring ahead, mostly thoughtless, when the comment came. "Yeah, it's a nice piece. Not my usual thing but it feels made for me, you know? And kinda makes me sexy and powerful too, in a weird way. Like I'm some elegant duchess or something," she said with a dreamy humor.

"You're that and more, babe," Trent said before nuzzling and kissing her neck and causing her to squirm and smile.

Within an hour, both were asleep, with Trent's dreams the mundane sort he had every night that he mostly didn't remember. Nicole, on the other hand, had quite the different experience. Just as she started to dream, the hearts of five large gems started to glow before they throbbed in unison like a pulsing and beating heart.

In Nicole's dreams, she was walking through a meadow she knew as a child on her grandmother's farm. A rather innocuous dream she had often as it was a cherished memory. However as she strolled through the waist high grass in a yellow summer dress, the sky itself darkened before clouds of black soot came followed by red lightning. Despite the dark sky, there was a golden glow around Nicole that lit her unchanged surroundings for fifty yards in every direction. But still she felt things had suddenly become a nightmare.

Normally she could simply tug herself from such bad dreams with willpower alone. She was certainly trying to do so, especially when a bolt of lightning struck some two hundred yards in front of her at the edge of forest and left something glowing a ruby red in its crater.

Unsure if she should approach or not, Nicole soon found that her nerves were getting more rattled as something rose from the crater, took on the shape of something vaguely human and feminine, and then began to approach Nicole. The grass would part in front of her, singing with fire as it did and leaving in its path a wake of ashes and burnt soil. Nicole could even smell her as she reached the very edge of Nicole's own golden glow. It was only now that the figure came into better view.

Nicole could tell she was female quickly but the more she watched, it was as if the woman's body became curvier and more of a sumptuous hourglass. But hers was a velvety rear, though smooth and with perfection save for a smattering of soot black freckles on her face, which itself was a gorgeous, innocent wonder. Her hair was black as well, and long down her back, but it was two horns, thick like a goat's but more of a crimson blood color, which curled back over her head that made Nicole especially edgy.

The woman's breasts were large and quite full with nipples perky and dark. Also of note was a rather long and ropy tail that occasionally stirred from behind her. It's tip appeared in the shape of a spade, with a point. Other than that, and a small black strip of hair over her tight slit, she was rather perfect. And exuded a feeling, without it being said to Nicole, that this creature was a demonic presence if there ever was one.

The demon's eyes shone like gold themselves, with no iris or pupil showing, so it was hard for Nicole to know where she was looking. It was unsettling to say the least.

After what felt like a while of this, and the demon just cocking her head while seemingly staring at her, Nicole, unable to break herself free of the dream, tried a different tact.

"Hi there. Can I help you?" she asked with overt cheer while taking a couple steps forward.

Rather than back away, the demon allowed the golden light of Nicole to brush off her glow. Though she remained red and demonic, the creature was approaching with care and even a smile.

"I hope so. I'm looking for the owner of this lovely body," said the demon woman with a lush and vibrant voice.

Nicole was still apprehensive and sounded it. "This is my... place. Who are you?"

The demon raised her hands, wrists out. "I'm no threat, if that's what you're thinking. I promise. My name is Xevenyia, which is, in your tongue, quite the mouthful. If you want to call me Ven, that works well enough, but I'm mostly here to discuss a sort of parlay," the demon spoke cordially. All the while she wandered closer to Nicole, though kept her distance.

"What are you?" was Nicole's neck question.

"I was, am a succubus, if you must know. If you're wondering how I came by way of you, the necklace you wear has been something of a... home for the last few centuries. Only because I'm being worn for the first time in, I'm unsure how long, that I'm even talking with you, Nicole."

The mention of her name caused the woman to tense up. "I don't like that you're using my name without me giving it to you, demon," Nicole said with some defiance.

"My apologies. I picked it up from just being around you, but it was impolite. You see, I haven't been privy to much kindness in my lifetime, especially since being bound to these gems. It's not much of an excuse but it's the best I got," the demon said with shoulders that were drooping.

Nicole stared at the creature, finding her both stunningly gorgeous but somewhat foreign with the skin, tail, horns, and those eyes. "You know, you'd be easier to look at without those eyes."

Ven blinked a few times, as if unaware of her own look before grinning and laughing. "My mistake. This look is a bit disconcerting, I agree. Just a moment." The demon then turned her face away for a moment before turning back and opening her eyes once more.

This time they were white where they should be with golden irises that were only slightly odd.

"Better," Nicole allowed, bringing a smile to the demon's face.

"Wonderful. I really am coming in peace, even if I sort of make an entrance like a viking war party at the end of the world," she joked with a sense of humor that seemed out of touch.

"So wait, you're a demon? And you're stuck in my necklace? Like, for good? Why?" Nicole rattled off questions, still rather sure this was just some vivid dream.

Ven approached slowly and carefully. "A succubus would be a demon. And yes, I am 'stuck' in this necklace. I was caught and my body cut into five pieces. Those pieces were then burn down to ash, pounded into gems, and made into this jewelry. Not a very good way to spend, wait, what year is it?" the demon asked with levity from the gloom of her story.

"2020," Nicole replied.

The demon took the news with shock in her eyes as she tabulated the years. "It's been nearly six hundred years since I was last even used..." Ven said wistfully as she was lost in further thought.

"Wow, that's... a long time. And what do you mean 'used'? Why are you in a necklace anyway?" Nicole probed further.

"Succubi are creatures capable of quite powerful magic. Their idea was to use me in rituals and spells, harness my power to make up for what they lacked themselves. It was not a... pleasant experience," Ven says with a shiver. "So you may understand why I am somewhat apprehensive when it comes to meeting humans. My last few interactions have been less than cordial."

"To be fair, you are a demon. And succubus do, what? Take souls or something? That's pretty bad stuff," Nicole leveled at Ven, even as Nicole was lowering her defenses.

"Well I was born a demon, so it's hardly as if I had much say in the matter. I do enjoy the emotional strain of others and gain power from it but everyone has to live, right? But I haven't done anything of the sort in well over a millennia. I think I can be forgiven for the few strikes against me given what I've been through. At least give me a chance," the demon said just feet away now and with big eyes.

Nicole certainly did feel for Ven, and didn't feel threatened by her. Still, she didn't want to let her guard down and if true, this demon was still manipulating her dream somehow. "I'm willing to listen but forgive me if I'm a little wary of you."

The demon nodded. "Fair enough. I figured I would come to you first in your dreams as it would be a bit easier to grasp than flashing into your waking mind. That's some nasty business, but only for those sorts that tried to use me in the first place. I could tell from the start what kind of person you were, Nicole."

"Oh, and what kind of person is that?" a curious Nicole asked.

"You seem genuinely kind and without malice or sin. You're not the sort I would torment or use my magic on because, if I'm honest. You have little to fear from me in that regard, and I'm being truthful," Ven added, placing her hand over her heart.

"Not sure what the word of a demon is worth," questioned Nicole. She was looking around where the demon had been standing and, rather than the scorch path she left here, now she was pushing through the grass like her. Though they had worked down something of a circle during their ongoing conversation.

"The same as any human's, really. I'm not really in any position to lie as I'm still bound to this necklace in my current state. It's possible I always will be... but, I don't have to be dormant. To that end, I have something of a proposal for you, Nicole."

"Oh boy, this isn't a sort of a deal with the devil, is it?" a half-joking Nicole asked.

Ven seemed amused by the suggestion. "No, no. Contrary to what you may think, I don't serve any devil. He's made up as far as I know. We demons, at least the succubi, come from a different plane. It's complicated but, truth be told, I was summoned here and then cut into pieces. I'm mostly looking for any improvement I can get in my situation, thus, my offer. I think you'll find it more than fair and you can refuse if you wish."

Nicole couldn't hide the doubts she had but nor could she resist the temptation at her fingertips. "Okay, what's the offer, Ven?"

The demon grinned before coming close enough to touch Nicole. "So long as you wear the necklace, I'm somewhat alive so in exchange for you allowing me to simply exist, I will grant you some of my power. Magical power that is," Ven clarified.

Nicole's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I fully understand. So you just want me to wear the necklace and that's enough? You'll let me use some magic or something?"

Ven nodded. "I won't bother you during the day unless you were to call me while wearing the necklace. At night, perhaps a part of your mind could be mine while you rest but besides that, I am not asking for more. In return, a measure of my magical abilities are yours. I was harnessed for great magics but I can perform smaller feats that are still quite... amazing, I think you'll find. In particular, I have an affinity for a sort of magic you can share with that man of yours," the demon suggested while walking behind Nicole.

Thinking the proposal over, she didn't see much harm in things but knew nothing of magic, aside from what books, televisions, and movies have told her. "So, what sort of magic are we talking about? I'm not exactly an expert on the subject," Nicole admitted with a smirk.

"But of course. I don't want you to agree to something without understanding exactly what you're getting. To that end, I'm happy to give a lesson in what magics can do," Ven said graciously as the sky suddenly lightened and quite suddenly they were whisked away from the meadow to a coffee house that Nicole used to go to in college. She sat as herself while Ven was still naked but seated across from her.

"Did you do that?" Nicole asked, still a bit taken by the rapid shift.

"I did. Just a matter of pulling some pleasant thought from your memory and using it. I figured this would be somewhere you wouldn't mind learning about magic," Ven said before ordering a tea for Nicole and a hot chocolate for herself.

"Is this you being very accommodating?" Nicole probed. She smelled the tea and it was her favorite, Earl Grey.

"Trying to be. Things to make you comfortable. You're more able to take in information in a dream if you're comfortable," explains the demon.

"Know dreams pretty well do ya?"

"I know minds rather well, I'd say. Been trapped in my own for ages. I'd say I'm being pretty calm, all things considered," a relaxing Ven said as she crossed her legs.

Nicole couldn't help but enjoy the relief and warmth of the tea. Even if this was a dream, there was definitely something special about it. And Ven certainly did not appear the malicious sort. Nicole was in a strange position but found herself trying to be her usual friendly and open self as usual.

"Okay, tell me about magic and we'll see about this deal." Nicole smiled at Ven and looked to be giving her a chance.

"Thank you for the chance," Ven said, bowing her head.

It took hours to go over things, to explain it in a way that Nicole could not only understand. The sorts of things she could do seemed marvelous and when Ven again mentioned how this could work for Trent as well, she was particularly intrigued. While she didn't quite fully understand it all, and it was daunting, it helped to know that this could be something that benefited their relationship. Maybe pushed it to that level of him finally popping the question.

As the morning hours came and Nicole slept on, the lesson continued until Nicole felt she had a good understanding of what was on offer.

"The final decision still falls to you. If you wish, you can wake up in the morning and take off the necklace. All I ask is you sell me to someone who will at least chance to wear me, rather than keep me in some case for who knows how long, just to be forgotten. I perish the thought but I know that I'm hardly in a position of strength. So, it's entirely your call," the demon reiterated to Nicole.

She had been weighing the thought the entire time she learned about magic and even now felt it heavy on her mind. In the end, what swayed her, was nothing to do with her own self-interest. More to do with making Trent happy...

"Okay, I'll do it," Nicole said after several minutes of quiet contemplation.

Ven appeared delighted but restrained herself before responding. "I'm so glad to hear it. And it doesn't have to be a permanent solution either. Perhaps someday we can get my body back and return me to my plane of existence. But, short-term, I'm just happy to exist."

"And if I want, I can just take the necklace off and I'm fine?" Nicole asked as she looked down at her chest and only now noticed she was wearing the necklace this entire time apparently.

The demon nodded. "Anytime you want. Certainly, I don't go with every outfit. But at night I would appreciate it if you wore it. And of course, any time you want to call on my magic, just wear it too."

Nicole was trying to think of where the trap was but knowing she could simply take the necklace off at any moment brought a lot of relief. Once that set in, she couldn't help but feel some excitement when it came to using those magical powers. Assuming this was an actual deal she had just made and not the most vivid dream of her life.

As things came to a close, the scene changed back to the field and again the two had their distinctive glows; gold and red.

"Should I tell Trent in the morning then? I'm not sure he'll believe me. I'm not sure I'll believe me," joked Nicole as she started walking around. Then there was a red hand on her shoulder.

"You'll have the power to make believers of you both. Just wear the necklace and remember what I told you. I promise, you'll both end up happy," guaranteed the demon, eye to eye.

Any fears that Nicole wanted to have had faded and she was now just thinking of the possibilities.

The world around her started to get shaky and even Ven began to disappear.

"Seems you're waking up. I bet you'll feel more rested than you ever have in all your life when you do," Ven said with a smile, showing off her pristine teeth and sharp canines.

Minutes later, Nicole's eyes opened as dim morning light was coming through their bedroom window. As she sat up in bed and stretched, she couldn't help but think she was feeling refreshed and not tired at all.

"Told you," whispered Ven's voice in her head, causing Nicole to smile and think of what Sunday would bring.

Part II: Man's Best Girlfriend

Trent woke to the smell of bacon and toast, which had him quickly grinning ear to ear. Getting out of bed and after a quick stop to the bathroom, was walking into the kitchen where Nicole was working over the stove.

She smiled when she saw him enter. "Good morning, hun. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good," he answered before yawning, stretching, and giving Nicole a kiss on the cheek. "What motivated you to do breakfast this morning?"

Nicole just smiled and kept working on the eggs. "I just woke up feeling so, so ready for the day. I just have all this excitement in me now and I need to work off the energy so,"

"So breakfast," Trent finished for her while sampling one of the pieces of already cooked bacon from a nearby plate.

"Well actually I cleaned up the house some, did some grocery shopping, bought some things we'll need, did some research on the internet, and then started breakfast," she said in almost one long breath.

Trent was impressed. "Wow, what time did you get up?"

"Early," was her simple answer.

She prepared all the plates and they sat down in their small breakfast nook to eat.

"So what plans do you have for the day?" she asked Trent first.

Trent finished chewing and swallowing before answering. "I was mostly going to watch games, keep an eye on my fantasy teams, and the normal Sunday stuff. What about you?"

Nicole was less forthcoming with her response, choosing to chew her toast slowly. When she was done and he expected a response, she instead tipped back some coffee, making him wait even more. After setting the cup down and letting out a satisfied noise, she turned and smile. "I had something in mind for you, actually. Well, it involves the both of us but mostly involves you," she said with joy hidden in her voice.

Trent couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in interest. "Something that mostly involves me? It's not some anniversary I forgot, right?" he asked, mostly as a joke but also a bit honest as he was trying to think if the day had any significance.

"No, nothing special about today except what we do with it. After breakfast, I have something I want to show you in the living room." Nicole's eyes were teasing him as much as her words

Trent continued to eat but continued to try and probe Nicole for more information. She was keeping tight lipped though and ever after he finished, she took her time with her own. It was only when she was just down to her second cup of coffee that she gave him more of an idea what she had in mind.

"So I have been thinking a lot recently, about a lot of things, but one has been finding out your unique... interest," she said before a long sip.

"Unique interest?" he asked, not following for a second. Then it dawned on him. "Oh, right, that. I mean, I'm not sure what else to say. It's something I'm into but it's also total fantasy, Nik. Nothing I would take personally," he defended.

She could sense his apprehension and nerves, and wanted nothing more than to put them at ease. "Well, what if it was possible for me to help you live out your fantasy. Would you be interested?"

Unsure what to say, the man just started nodding. "I mean, I guess. I don't know what you have in mind but if you're not into it, I don't want to force you into anything uncomfortable." he said carefully.

After downing the rest of her coffee, Nicole stood up and held out her hand to Trent. "We're a couple, babe. And I want to make you happy so just go along with it, okay? It's for your benefit, I promise. And I don't mind at all," she added.

Without hesitation, he took her hand. "You know I trust you. I'm just worried that-" but he was shut up by her finger pushed into his lips.

"Shhhh. Just shut up and try and enjoy, okay?" she asked, to which he nodded.

"Do I need to close my eyes or is it not that kind of surprise?" he asked as she led him along.

"Not that kind of surprise. Plus I don't want you banging your knee on the coffee table again," she advised.

In their living room, she told him they would need to clear some room. So they moved the coffee table entirely and pushed back the couch and other furniture, which opened up the room greatly. Stepping onto the short gray carpet together, Trent was starting to feel owed some sort of explanation. That's when he noticed a white box in her hand.

"So what's this all about?" he finally asked.

Nicole opened the box in her hand, revealing the succubi's necklace to him.

"Uhhhh, cross dressing? I'm not sure that's actually," Trent began saying before Nicole gave him a playful nudge to shut up.

"No, the necklace is for me, hun," she said as she put it on, going as far as to put it under the shirt she was wearing so it was laying bare against her chest. Strangely this brought a level to calm to her that Trent watched wash over her before Nicole opened her eyes. To Trent, they almost had a golden shimmer to them.

"Okay, so you like your necklace? Did you want to gloat?" he joked as she wasn't sure what she could be getting at.

"Trent, how much do you know about magic?" she asked.

Of the many things she could have asked, that was one that Trent wasn't expecting to hear. "Ummm, nothing? Why?"

"Do you think it's real?" she asked right after.

"Uhhhh, I wouldn't say so? I've never seen anything but magicians and I'm pretty sure they know it's an illusion too," he explained while scratching his cheek. "This does have me wondering exactly what this has to do with my... unique interests."

Nicole smirked while she could feel her fingertips bristling just like how Ven said they would. "Okay, this is going to sound a little weird but, there is a demon, a succubus named Ven, trapped in this necklace. In return for just wearing her, I get to use some of her magical powers. Which include some abilities to transform it seems," Nicole attempted to gloat to raise Trent's spirits.

Instead the man was a little confused. "Wait, demon necklace grants you magic transformation powers? How does that even... work?"

Watching his girlfriend smile and touch her fingers together, he was starting to think maybe something was wrong with her. "You sure you didn't overwork yourself this morning, Nik? You're acting a little strange. Especially for you," he pointed out.

Nicole appeared to ignore this and instead took a deep breath and got very close to Trent. "Just stand still," she told him before touching his nose with her index finger alone.

"Sure, Nik," was all Trent could say as he was at a loss for what to say to this.

Her eyes closed, Nicole concentrated like Ven told her too and even then, she could hear the demon cheering her on and giving her hints from the back of her mind. Once the spell was there, she only needed to cast it on Trent. Opening her eyes slightly, she mumbled some sorts that were cryptic to Trent and even to Nicole but seemed to make sense in her mind anyway. Once done, Nicole stepped back from Trent and her eyes blinked normally.

"How do you feel?" she asked with anxious energy.

Trent stood there for a moment to feel for anything out of place but felt mostly normal. Just his nose was tingling still, likely just from her touching it. "Normal, I guess. Was that supposed to do something? What were you saying?"

'Give it a moment, my dear. Magic unfolds. You'll see,' Ven's voice said in the back of Nicole's mind, soothing her angst.

Nicole took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then opened them again. When she did, she could see Trent in front of her. As she looked closer for anything, she noticed a bit of black skin around the tip of his nose.

"You have something on your face," she told him while pointing to her nose.

Taking the hint, Trent rubbed the whole area. "Did that get it?" he asked, sticking his face out towards her.

She leaned in a bit to see better. The black she had seen remained and had even seemed to have spread a little. It took all her control not to giggle right then and there. Instead she gathered herself and tried to look like a proper girlfriend.

"So, I'm the best girl ever, right?" she asked bluntly.

Not one to fail such an easy question, Trent nodded. "Of course babe. The best there is, there ever was, and best there ever will be, my Nicole," he said before going in for a hug and kiss.

She savored the feeling, but especially that he had failed to notice anything yet. The nose was minor and hard for him to see but as they parted from their hug, she could see that his ears were already looking pointed too.

"You said you'd be transforming into a dog, right?" Nicole asked as she walked over to the couch, now pushed against the far wall.

Still standing in the middle, Trent nodded again. "Yeah, I mean, it would be on the list of things I'd be into. If that were possible," he admitted candidly, unaware his ears were getting bigger. To him, there was only some tingling there but he was also feeling a little embarrassed so it was likely related to that, he figured.

"Well, I hope you'll enjoy this then. I hope you like Dobermans. I know you like our neighbor's dog Zeus so I figured you wouldn't mind. I figured it was more fun without asking, making it a surprise, so I hope I didn't goof up!" Nicole said with nervous energy.

But Trent was having a hard time following. "What are you talking about?" he asked, still not following.

No longer able to leave him in the dark, she threw him a bone. "Hun, check your ears out."

"Check my ears out? What?" he asked before doing it. At first he didn't notice anything until feeling the edges and noticing the points he was growing. His face went from confused to shocked in a matter of seconds and only then was there enough black on his nose for him to cross his eyes and notice the changes there too. "Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-" he stammered, unable to form even a word.

"What if magic was real?" Nicole began to narrate as Trent felt his face push out somewhat, taking his lips, nose, and jaw along with it and protruding his face somewhat. His nose, not only turning blacker, was also plumping and reshaping itself, causing him to sneeze a few times as his nostrils changed too. "What if your girlfriend found a way to make your fantasies true, hun?" she asked him.

Trent was now shaking with nervous energy as he was not unsure what was happening but was still trying to listen to her. "Are you telling me that this is real? I'm, I'm changing?" he asked with a blush of his puffing cheeks.

"You are, Trent. You're turning into a Doberman like Zeus. Or pretty close to that, I think. This is my first time using magic on someone," he admitted while also looking down and admiring her necklace. "All thanks to this, of course."

It was now that Trent's mind actually started to put some faith in the things that Nicole had been telling him before, about the necklace, the demon, the power, and the magic. Now, as much as he thought it impossible, he could feel his snout pushing out more. Rather predictably for a long held kink now fulfilled, Trent's pj pants tented noticeably.

"Well, glad to see you like it," she teased. "Perhaps you should take your clothes off? I'm not sure they'll be very conducive to a dog's body," she joked.

Seeing the wisdom in her words, Trent pulled off his shirt and slid off his pj pants as well, revealing his eight rather thick, cut inches of shaved manhood. He blushed a bit more at his erection but there was little he could do to hide the joy he was feeling.

"How will it happen? Slow or fast? Will it hurt? For how long?" he rattled off questions while noticing that his hair was starting to get shorter. He failed to notice it getting darker too.

"It shouldn't hurt, no," she addressed first before finally taking a seat on the couch. "The change could take up to an hour but I guess it can be shorter sometimes. Once fully changed, it will last until I utter a simple phrase that will break the magic on you. Sounds good?" she asked, smiling.

Trent was still nervous but when he could feel the base of his spine aching terribly, he turned and looked back to see the beginnings of his tail. Something about the sight helped melt more of his nerves away and give in to excitement a bit more.

"I hope you don't plan to keep me like this for long. I do have work tomorrow," he said he felt the tingling really starting to spread all over his body.

"Just for a little bit today. To see if you really enjoy it or if it's just in your head," explained Nicole. "But I do have some plans for doggy Trent today. Though, I think we should give you a different name so when I take you out for a walk, it isn't weird."

Trent was meanwhile wincing in slight discomfort as his tail grew longer and longer, though still lacking for fur. But next came soft cramping all over his body, tweaking his muscles and making him twitch and shake out of his control. It's then he could feel the chubbier parts of his body starting to dwindle down by what could only be considered magic. His hands too were feeling it, with each finger starting to shrink gracefully while the nail on each thinned and darkened.

"This is crazy," Trent admitted with amazement while gazing at his hands. "I'm actually transforming," he said, causing him to shiver with more excitement. This was quickly overtaken by the other sensations that were traveling all over his body.

"Hopefully you'll find it pretty enjoyable. And then once you're done, we can have some added fun if you like," she said while glancing over the end table that had also been moved next to the wall. "Just now I'd say, just have fun. If you need anything, ask," Nicole said with a smile that warmed Trent's already rapidly beating heart.

The bones of Trent's spine began to bulge against his flesh as the changes started seeping deeper into his body. While none of it hurt, there was a level of strange discomfort that was hard to get over. His tongue was getting longer while his tail was finally sprouting fur. Trent wanted to think about either but instead could only feel the strange sensation tugging at his cock.

Looking down at himself, with his normal slight gut removed, he could see that his cock, which now was slightly red in shade, was dribbling cum out the tip. He didn't have a particular orgasm coming until seconds later when it exploded out of him, causing the part-man to drop to his hands and knees. His cock was like a hose for his balls which seemed set on emptying the man's testicles of every drop of human seed he had in him. To Trent, it felt pretty damn good though entirely out of his control as it happened. The shivering grin on his darkening lips as his face pushed out even more made Nicole think that this was a good decision.

"You really do love this," she commented softly, but Trent's new keener ears picked up on it.

"I do," he agreed as the end of the orgasm brought a strange new swelling to his cock. He lifted an arm and looked under himself to see what appeared to be a knot at the base of his cock which was now redder than before and looking more canine than human now. His balls were even sprouting fur while a sheath could barely be seen below the growing knot. "Damn, I'm really turning into a doggy."

The admission brought another smile to his face before he again tried to relax and think about all the things happening to him.

His ears were more pointed now and curved, fitted more properly on his skull which itself reshaped slowly, with his snout becoming more well defined. The teeth he was growing, along with the longer tongue which he used to rub against these teeth, made Trent enjoy the changes that little bit more. There were also pockets of warmth and scratchy feelings that often accompanied patches of fur sprouting on the man. Usually with black or brown in color, either was a welcome sight to him.

Looking back again at his tail, it was getting longer and longer, and he was able to wag it a bit. That it was also getting furry was an added treat. This was before more tugging at his balls had him looking under himself again.

With twenty minutes gone, Trent was now sporting a doberman's red member, complete with pointed tip, crimson color, and gradually shrinking knot as the last of his human cum leaked from him. His testicles then felt a little sore but before too long, they were swelling again and the soreness was replaced with warmth and a strange pride.

'I think I'm getting doggy seed now,' he thought eagerly to himself, causing his tail to wag more.

Next came some tensing of his arms and legs as the muscles there shrunk and soon the bone followed. His hands, already very much resembling paws, were gaining their pads and becoming less useful as actual hands. Glancing back at his feet, which were cramping faintly, he saw the nails darkening while his big toes shrinking while the other got plumper. His foot was also changed, forcing him onto his forming paws as his ankle disappeared.

"I do have a surprise for you. Not sure if you want it now or later?" Nicole offered from her seat.

At that exact moment, Trent could feel his shoulders cracking and readjusting to his new four legged stance. "Rhat ris rit?" he struggled to ask with his human voice starting to fail him.

Nicole leaned over to the end table and opened the drawer, only to take out a collar which appeared familiar to Trent. "It's the collar your friends Matt and Sara left at our house for when we walk Zeus. I figure it would fit you soon enough and I could take you for a walk around the neighborhood as Apollo? I can't imagine anyone would be able to recognize you. I barely can now," she admitted while also taking out the leash that went with the collar.

Trent blushed again, though some of the black fur that his hair had turned into had started migrating down and covered some of his cheeks. His tail wagged again though, even as he could feel his balls swelling and tugging up under his anus like a proper dog. All the sensations were surreal and more than he could have ever imagined or fantasized about. He had more questions about this magic that Nicole possessed but he was more than happy to enjoy it right now.

"You're turning into such a good boy. I'm not sure I get your end of it, but it's sort of fun to watch you have fun and know I did it. Brings me a little, excitement," she admitted passively while she could feel Ven teasingly poking her mind about it.

'It's perfectly fine to enjoy the fruits of your magic. Especially on someone so willing that you love," Ven pointed out before disappearing again into the deep sub-conscious of Nicole's mind.

"Rove, roo," Trent tried to say as his face pushed out even more and his throat started to feel strange.

Nicole blew him a kiss which he was unable to return as his arms felt locked downward as his legs were going through the same change. Cracks and pops changed his hips and thighs, moving him from knees to back paws after enough of the changes added up. More fur was spreading all over, which had a magnificent sheen to it that made him look a proper purebred, though his tail was clearly un-docked.

Mentally, Trent had been on guard for thoughts he thought might be a simple dog trying to break through but for the most part, things were going quite well. Even his shrinking and changing skull didn't affect his ability to think. This was all good news to him, though he would find some idle thoughts of dobermans but figured that was just because he was becoming one.

"Wow, you really are getting smaller, Trent. You've gone from big hunk to lean dog nicely," Nicole complimented her still changing boyfriend.

More bones cracked as his chest was pushed forward while ribs readjusted. His neck thinned and readjusted, finally giving him that mostly canine form that Nicole was trying to achieve. It was really the fur that needed to come in next as his skin was sweaty and taut on his smaller yet still changing frame.

'This feels so good. I'm smaller but, but I feel stronger than I have in years,' he thought while feeling his newly adjusted muscles come into place.

It's at this point that Nicole finally stood up and walked over towards Trent, with collar and leash in hand. The closer she got, the more Trent realized just how small he was in comparison to her now. She knelt down and clipped the collar around his neck just as the fur was sprouting on it.

"Is that good? Just, ummm, bark or something if it's too tight, okay?" Nicole asked, petting his head like he was a dog rather than her boyfriend already. Something that Trent was secretly loving.

Over the next fifteen minutes, it was mostly new fur and less mass, as Trent went from two-hundred thirty to maybe one-hundred, lean and furrier by the minute. He was mostly black, with brown on his face and belly and around his paws. He could also feel his balls finally stop filling as his sheath also finished its crawl up his furry black belly.

'It's almost done. I can feel it. I'm almost a freakin' dog!' Trent thought with an excitement that was hard to hide on his current face. Even as his vision changed and he was looking down his new snout, it was still hard to believe it was all real. The feel of the collar around his neck was especially comforting in ways he didn't know he was into.

"Not much longer I'd say. You're coming along quick it feels like," she commented as she petted more of him, the fur reminding her of their neighbor and friend's dog almost perfectly. "You're a little leaner than Zeus but he's a bigger boy. And they overfeed him a little I think too," Nicole said while Trent could feel the last bits of his bare human flesh sprouting new fur.

Trent was panting vigorously now as he could feel his body tightening all over as it felt the last bit of the changes seemed to be hitting him now. All his teeth felt properly sharp, his tongue could lick up over his nose and the new shape of his mouth. His ears were pointed up and he could feel his tail curled over his back. After a few more cracks and a bit of discomfort, the tingling faded all there was left was a dog where the man once stood.

"So that magic really does work," Nicole marveled as she walked around Trent who was himself still taking stock of his new body. She eventually did pick up his leash though and gave it a gentle tug. "It's a pretty nice day out. Would you like to go for a walk, Trent? I mean, ummmm, what was it... Apollo! Right," she corrected quickly.

Trent was still getting used to just being on paws when he felt the tug of the leash and had to quickly adapt. There was a lot of stumbling to start, with Nicole trying not to laugh as Trent got accustomed to his new body and how it moved.

'I can do this. Four legs, no problem,' he tried to motivate himself.

"Awww, you look like you're drunk or are coming off medication," joked Nicole who was kind enough to keep the pace rather slow. "Maybe a little walking practice before we go out? Don't want people to think you're anything less than another dog, right?"

Trent was quick to nod, making sure that Nicole knew that mentally he was still there.

It took an hour of walking, then trotting, before Trent was up to running around, dashing between up and down the stairs with ease. As he played, she texted on her phone and occasionally snapped pictures she promised to share and then delete later. He was able to jump and bark and after even some tricks, like sit, stand, stay, speak, and spin even. Nicole gave him a bowl of water, which he sloppily drank from, much to her delight, before clipping the leash back onto his collar and leading him to the door.

"You ready, Trent?" she asked, looking down at him.

Trent's heart was racing with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. 'No one is going to know it's me. Nicole knows what to say if we're asked and I'm just going to be her co-workers dog that she's watching for the day, and Trent went to his cousin's house to watch the game,' he thought. This story was mostly worked out by Nicole talking to herself while he was learning to move but he barked in agreement when she asked if the story would fly.

With a bark to signal her, Nicole nodded and opened the door, allowing a flood of smells to wash over Trent in a way that was almost too much for his mind to handle at first. Gradually he was taken out by the leash into the bright noon sun and down their small walkway that led to the street's sidewalk.

Trent sniffed at everything as they went, from grass, to the air, to Nicole, to the hose lying across the path; he just found his new nose capable of detecting and picking up on so much. It was like really unlocking his sense's true potential. By the time they reached the sidewalk, Nicole was checking her pockets for something while Trent looked around at everything that he knew from living here for over a year but seeing, and experiencing it all, in a new way.

"Well, I don't have any poop bags. You better hold it in, okay? At least number two," Nicole warned before they started moving to the right of their house and down the sidewalk.

Trent again barked his understanding and was quite happy that he didn't have the urge to relieve himself.

They walked just a little bit before they encountered their first and maybe biggest hurdle of all, their neighbors, and best friends to Trent at least, Matt and Sara. Both of which were out front of their house with Matt in the open garage, working on his car, while Sara was setting up fall decorations outside. It took Trent only a moment to smell the other person of their family that was present and hanging out near Sara, Zeus, their purebred doberman.

"Well there you are," Sara greeted as she saw Nicole approaching with the dog on a leash. Sara was a shorter girl, usually with a fake spray tan, with bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, a perky voice, tits, and slim body. She had been in dance and cheer in college where she had been dating Matt, Trent's best guy friend since freshman year. "I see you weren't kidding when you said your coworker has a nice male too. Is he fixed?"

Nicole blushed a little and shook her head. "No, no T-Apollo isn't. I hope that doesn't cause a problem."

Already Zeus, who was a bit broader and taller than Trent as a doberman, was approaching and sniffing carefully.

"So long as yours is behaved, Zeus is always great around other males. It's girls you gotta keep him away from. Isn't that right you little stud muffin?" teased Sara as she bent down and gave Zeus a hug. The beast of a dog loved the affection but kept his eyes on the newcomers the whole time.

"Oh yeah, that's a lovely looking dog," Matt commented and he stepped out of the garage, wiping the grease off his hands. Matt was about the same size as Trent had been, maybe a little taller and broader, with black hair and a short beard. Him and Trent had been good friends since freshman year and were the football team together for four years as well. Matt's rather rich pastor father had gotten his son a nice gig at their family's television station which set them up nicely and made it so the two could move in next to each other.

Trent watching Matt from this angle was totally surreal. Matt bent down and started giving Trent pets, which Trent could not help but enjoy.

'He has no idea who I am. Amazing,' Trent thought happily as he leaned into the pets more.

"I really like him. You and Trent really should get a dog or pet of your own," Matt said as he finally let up on the pets and stood to talk to Nicole. "Where is he, anyway?"

"With his cousins for the day to watch the game I guess. He'll be back this evening if you want to watch the late game I think," Nicole offered.

"Might take him up on that," Matt agreed. "Say, why don't you two have a dog yet?"

It was something Trent was, funnily enough, against getting himself as he didn't want to bother training it or walking it when it was cold. But Nicole had reasons too. "Oh, I suppose I'm not over my chinchilla Roxy quite yet," she said, sounding a little sad.

Trent had to take a minute to think and remember her pet, which she had when they first met but died soon after they moved in. Nicole had not taken it well.

Hearing the sadness in Nicole's voice, Sara jumped in with her chipper personality. "We're still on for Tuesday evening, right?" Sara asked while making sure Zeus kept still with a look alone.

"Sure are," Nicole rebounded happily. "I think Trent wanted to barbecue but we'll see. The weather might get cold and rainy and I might opt for a stew instead," she said.

"Sounds great," Matt said, stepping closer and still trying to wipe the oil from his hands. "Do you know where your coworker got their dog? I wonder if it's from the same local breeder."

Nicole shrugged and acted clueless. "I have no idea, to be honest. She sort of dumped it on me at the last minute. I owed her one for something so it's all good. Apollo is a very well behaved boy. Isn't that right?" she asked, reaching down to rub Trent's back.

Trent barked a few times and wagged his tail. 'Sara! Matt! It's me, Trent! Can't even tell, can you? I'm just one good looking doby, aren't I?' he thought while barking enough to finally get Zeus to do the same.

"Zeus! Hush!" Sara shouted at the dog, who immediately stiffed himself. This did not stop the two dogs from locking eyes and both their tail's wagging.

'I always did like Zeus. Too bad they probably won't let us play. We always liked wrestling when I was a human. And sort of drunk,' Trent thought happily as he found his tail going on its own now.

Nciole, Sara, and Matt continued to chat about mundane things before Nicole seemed to realize they were just standing there and knew Trent wanted to get around more.

"Well, I suppose we should get going. He likes long walks apparently and I might take him to the dog run in the park for a little while. But text me later Sara!" Nicole shouted as she waved and tugged at Trent's collar.

"Tell Trent that I'll give him the money I owe him tonight," Matt added as he started back towards the garage.

'Oh right, he lost that bet yesterday against our team. What a Judas,' Trent thought jokingly as he was brought back to the sidewalk where he and Nicole continued on.

After a block or two, Nicole stopped to kneel down and pet Trent.

"Well, that went off well, right? That was kinda thrilling almost. Just talking, acting normal, you as a dog the whole time. Wild," Nicole said as she tried to ponder it all while petting Trent's snout.

'Yeah, it'll be nice to actually talk about it later. Though right now, I do kind have to go a little,' he thought as his bladder ached somewhat. He wasn't eager to pull away but once he noticed that Nicole was lost in some sort of trance, he had to. 'Come on, Nicole. I gotta go!' He barked for good measure which got her attention.

"What is it, Apollo? Trent?" she asked while standing back up and looking around.

While she did that, Trent felt pulled to the nearest bush where a quick whiff of the ground seemed fitting before lifting his leg and well and truly relieving himself.

"Oh, jeez. Needed to go, did ya, boy? I mean, man?" Trent thought Nicole's self-corrections were cute, as she always blushed and appeared embarrassed.

They continued on down the street, passing house after house that they had walked by before on many other evenings. Some had dogs or cats in the yard, which Trent was always happy to see and try and interact with. Most dogs barked at him while cats, squirrels, or anything else just ran away at the sight of him. When they passed other dogs as they walked, most of their owners kept their distance.

"I think you're intimidating them, Trent," Nicole remarked as yet another woman with a small toy dog took the long way around them.

After about six blocks, they reached the neighborhood's large park and Trent was greeted with even more smells. The bright and warm autumn day had brought out a lot of people, from bike riders, to picnickers, to runners, walkers, and people with dogs. At first Nicole couldn't help but be a little worried about all the stimuli but looked down at Trent and saw him alert and tail wagging.

'This is a feast for the eyes and nose and ears and more! Being a dog isn't half bad, so long as you still have your wits,' Trent was happy to conclude.

They headed down a wide lane through the park, under tree cover and with people passing in even direction often enough that it made you think it was almost still summer. As they walked, Trent's attention was often moving from side to side, as a new smell or sound would catch his attention and then he just had to see what it was. This kept his attention the whole time that Nicole led him on.

Eventually she spied what she was looking for: the fenced off dog park.

"Aw boy, Apollo. Looks like I see a place just for doggies," she said eagerly, hopeful this was something that he would like.

Turning his attention forward, at first Trent didn't know what he was looking at and had to think about what Nicole said before it made sense. The thought of having open contact with other dogs was certainly exciting. He just hoped they wouldn't see through his disguise and know what he really was. Though Zeus and every dog they walked by so far didn't seem to question his canine credentials.

However the closer the got, they quickly realized that despite everything else, the fenced off dog area was devoid of any other dogs.

"Well darn. I was hoping you'd get to play with some friends," Nicole said with a pout. Still, she opened the gate and unclipped Apollo's collar to let him in. "You can run around a bit. Enjoy that dog body a bit more," she encouraged as someone called out to her from behind.

"Nicole! Nicole!" came the cries familiar to Nicole's ears. She turned just in time to see a friend of hers approach.

"Gwen? Oh how lovely to run into you," Nicole said warmly as the two women, about equal in size and age, hugged. Nicole also happened to notice something moving around Gwen's legs that appeared to be a dog. "Oh, is that your dog?"

"She sure is," Gwen replied as she pet the rather incorrigible looking border collie. "I didn't know you and Trent had a dog," the woman commented while also opening the gate to the dog park.

"Oh, well, we don't. That's just our neighbor's dog Apollo. I take him for walks sometimes because we both enjoy it," Nicole played off with ease to the woman that was a coworker and friend she hadn't seen since last tax season.

"Well he's a handsome looking boy. Is he friendly?" Gwen asked as she knelt down and planned to unleash her dog.

"Oh him? Oh, he's a doll. Totally fine," Nicole said with calm assurance.

"Oh good. Is he fixed? Dixie here is in heat and I wouldn't want any trouble," Gwen asked while her dog looked ready to launch herself into the dog park at mach speed.

Nicole knew that Trent wasn't fixed and didn't exactly want to lie to Gwen either. Then Ven's voice was calm reason in her head, 'He'll be fine. She's still a dog and he's a man inside, right? I wouldn't worry.'

'You think?' Nicole replied in her head quickly.

'Trent loves you, doesn't he? I'm sure some strange dog won't change that,' Ven said before again creeping back into her subconscious.

"Yeah, he's fine," Nicole said to Gwen with a smile.

"Great!" A second later, Gwen unclipped the collie and she was off running. "So, how has your weekend been so far?"

"Oh, I've been keeping busy," Nicole said as they both walked over to a nearby bench and sat down to continue talking.

Inside the dog area, the collie was running around happily, burning off energy she seemed to have stored up. Trent could only watch from a seated position in the one corner as she seemed to ignore him entirely. She did stop to relieve herself twice but it was mostly just running around. As she did, and Trent watched, a strange smell started to waft over doberman.

'What is that?' he wondered as the strangely sweet smell started around the first time the collie did a circuit of the area and had only gotten more potent since. The more he breathed it in, the more the smell was almost recognizable. It was pungent and heady, with a warm sweetness that barely lingered on the tip of his tongue. 'Really, what is that?' he continued to think as his tail was starting to wag on its own.

After burning through a lot her energy, Dixie the collie finally seemed to calm down enough to take actual stock of her surroundings. It didn't take her long to notice the one other dog in the fenced area and quickly trotted over to Trent, tail wagging. Unsure what to do, he stood up and tried to act cordial.

'Nice to meet you, I'm Trent. Er, Apollo. Wait, it doesn't really matter, does it?' Trent greeted the collie in his head as they finally met and she started vigorously sniffing at him. Figuring it was expected of him too, he returned the favor as best he could. As he did, that sweet, fragrant smell from before was now amplified twenty-fold. 'Oh wow, you smell amazing,' he thought before sticking his nose into the fur of her neck and sniffing deeply.

The smell was oddly intoxicating, and had him sniffing and wagging his tail more while eagerly moving around Dixie as she did the same to him. In the air, he could sense the heat and aroma that he had picked up and that it was definitely coming from the other dog. But as he followed his nose, he wound up fighting to sniff at her backside while she was trying to do the same to him.

Eventually it was Trent who relented and stopped once he realized he was trying to outwit a dog for no reason. As he stopped a moment and took stock of himself, and the fact he sort of lost himself a little while trying to follow that scent, the collie's nose found his backside and started sniffing around his ass before finding his balls.

'She's just excited to see me, is all. Dogs sniff each other's butts all the time,' he reminded himself. Just then, Dixie gave his furry ball sack a lick and sent all sorts of strange shockwaves through the dog. 'W-w-w-what was that?' he asked himself as his mind felt rattled from its foundations for a moment at the sensation.

In the meantime, the collie, satisfied with the look and smell of Trent, walked in front of him. It was at that moment all the thinking in Trent's head silenced for a moment as he watched the collie lift her tail and present her heat swollen cunt to him. As she did, the strongest torrent yet of that aroma- the smell of a bitch in heat- hit Trent to the point of addled his mind. While the look of it should have triggered disgust in his human brain, for some reason it was now connecting to centers of pleasure in his mind and that rewiring was making the sight quite hard to look away from.

'She's what I smell? That's what a, what a dog in heat smells like? Oh shit, my head is spinning,' Trent thought as he staggered back a bit, trying to fight an urge that pulsed from between his legs. He didn't know it, but the red tip of his doggy cock was already beginning to emerge from his furry black sheath. Dixie looked back and both saw Trent backing away but also the growing excitement between his legs.

Giving a yip, Dixie spun around and walked up to Trent to give him some licks on the face before going past him yet again. He thought she would sniff his ass yet again but instead he suddenly felt her tongue lapping against the inch of exposed cock he had. Frozen, the part of his brain that was human was panicking, trying to think of what to do or how to respond. His body, on the other hand, was responding as a dog's would: tail wagging and cock extending out more and more.

'Get a grip, Trent. You're not going to fuck a dog, okay?' he told himself as he stood there frozen, his cock getting harder and harder.

Once it was clear to the bitch that Trent was interested, she again walked in front of him and present, though this time was even closer to his face with her rear end. Trent tried to turn his nose but it only took one breath of the bitch's cunt, so sweet and alluring, to make his every thought slow down and head become hazy.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' Trent thought in growing panic as the creeping thoughts he felt from his loins were the exact sort of canine, bestial, and instinctual feelings he was worried about from the start. It seemed that he found something that was able to think straight about. When he tried to think about Nicole and his love for her, the thoughts were replaced with images of the collie right in front of him.

He shut his eyes as a last resort, hoping to keep out the urges, even as he felt his own cock throbbing under him and the bitch whimpering with lust in front. Trent was praying for Nicole to save him and see his plight but she had her back to him and was locked in a long conversation with Gwen. So he was left to see his defenses gradually crumble until he opened his eyes again and saw the bitch's cunt like Nicole's the previous night.

With his mind confused but horny, the doberman leaned forward and started lapping at the collie's backside, making the female whimper more while the dog's interest only grew. For Trent's human mind, it was now less about stopping the dog from what it was about to do, and more about hanging on for the ride.

Leaping up onto the collie's back the first time, Trent missed the mark and slipped off. His second attempt was better, however it took time to steady himself and finally start to bring his body forward. It was also proving difficult to penetrate, as he repeatedly attempted to while the collie stood firm under him.

"Awwwww, gross! They're making babies!" Trent heard from his right. He turned and saw a group of five teenagers all watching on the other side of the fence.

Trent wanted to blush from embarrassment but couldn't. He also wanted to stop his urge to fuck this collie but he couldn't do that either. Especially when, at last, his cock made contact and he was able to finally push in. He shivered, along with the collie, as it happened, and until he was all the way in.

'Fuck, I've actually done it. Nicole, please don't look,' Trent begged in his mind before his hips started to work on their own and he was fucking the collie right there in the park. The teenagers made more gross noises as they talked among themselves at the sight of the two dogs mating. 'This shouldn't feel as good as it does,' a worried Trent thought as the feeling was far better than anything he experienced with Nicole the night before. Though he would tortured before admitting that to her.

That he had gone from wanting Nicole to save him to hoping she keeps talking to her friend in so short a time was worrying to him, but not enough for Trent to stop. Fucking this bitch felt so good and was so relieving. Even though he was outside, in full view of a lot of people, he was doing what felt right and natural. Of course this was disturbing to part of him but he would have to hope to regain his senses later because right now there was only lust.

"Dixie! No!" Trent heard Gwen screech.

"Apollo! Bad dog!" Nicole shouted louder as Trent looked and saw the two women running right at them, with Nicole in the lead. As they did, Trent can't help but feel his knot begin to swell up.

"Damn it! Damn it! I thought you said he was fixed!" Gwen shouted as she seemed to just watch and get flustered.

"My neighbors said he was! Bad dog!" Nicole reiterated right in Trent's face, with eyes that were rather angry.

The next thing he felt was Nicole wrapping her arms around him and trying to tug him off. If the weight wasn't enough to make it hard for her, she soon realized the two dogs were quite truly stuck together.

"Damn it! He knotted in her! She's a purebred, you know!" Gwen complained while getting more flustered.

"Darn, damn, shoot!" a confounded Nicole said angrily before giving up and letting going of Trent. Once she did, his body went back to humping while he looked somewhat shamefully at her. She looked away and to Gwen. "I am so, so, so sorry, Gwen. I just, I had no idea, and I just had no idea this would happen!"

As the two women argued, Trent refocused on the deed at hand and once he did, it did not take long for him to reach his first canine climax.

'Oh, oh, oh yeah!' he thought as he pushed in and felt himself explode deep inside the bitch that he knotted. His tongue hung out of his mouth and mouth women glanced over and knew what was happening. Trent certainly felt some measure of guilt for what was happening but he felt totally at the mercy of his instinct, which was telling him that breeding was good.

The orgasm lasted longer than he would have thought, with the last bits squirting and really filling the collie up. For her part, she still seemed rather enthusiastic, until he attempted to dismount and pull away, only for them to remain sealed together still. Now was when all the instinctual haze faded and reality set in with Trent now feeling the full remorse of what he had just done.

Looking over at Nicole, she was still having words with Gwen who appeared to be calming down. By the time Gwen seemed cooled and possibly accepting of the fact she would have border dobermans soon, Trent's knot had diminished and finally he was able to slide out of Dixie. Her tail was still wagging as she finally got up, licked Trent, and then returned to her owner like nothing had happened.

So while Gwen leashed her dog, Nicole did the same with a look of shame and embarrassment on her face.

"We're going home. Now," he heard her say before there was a sharp tug on his collar and he was led towards the dog park exit.

The first part of the walk home was silent, with Trent's dread growing with each few steps as Nicole remained quiet and likely was not amused by what just happened. Then, just as they turned on their street and had about three blocks to walk, she let out a long, painful sigh.

"How could you not help yourself?" she asked. "I thought you had control of things? I can't imagine you actually wanted to fuck that dog," Nicole said hopefully while casting her eyes down at Trent.

All he could do was whimper and look sad.

"Damn. I'll get you back and change. I can't understand you and those puppy dog eyes are making it hard for me to stay mad at you," she grumbled as their pace hurried.

Giving just a wave to Matt, who was still working on his car, as they went by, Nicole and Trent went quickly to the house where she unhooked his collar and shooed him into the living room.

"Now, I think I just need to cast a simple reversal spell and then we can have a little chat," Nicole told Trent.

He could only stand there and shake nervously as he watched her eyes close as she went into deep thought. Soon after she was pointing at Trent and mumbling something before coming closer and touching his nose again. This began a familiar tingle that would gradually unravel the magic that was making him a doberman. It took perhaps ten minutes for the fur, bones, weight, and face to return to normal, leaving Trent panting, sweating, and looking like he just ran a marathon with how red in the face he was.

As he caught his breath, Nicole walked over and sat back down in the seat she had taken when he was changing originally. She put the collar and leash back in the end table before rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"So you fucked Dixie," Nicole said flatly.

Trent took a few moments to try and catch his breath but also to think. "I can't explain it, Nik. I was fine when you changed me. Like, still me in my head. Then we got to the dog park and that collie and I don't know what happened. The dog took over, I swear. I had no control," he said, knowing it was partially true at least. "I definitely was hoping you'd save me before it happened but the dog part of me won out."

"You make it almost sound like it was my fault you did it," she tried pointing out.

"It wasn't. I just, I got put in a situation where I wasn't able to control the... animal parts of me," Trent explained as he finally got to his feet. He grabbed his pj pants from earlier, which were still on the ground, and pulled them on. "I definitely didn't enjoy it and it's something I'm honestly trying to forget. It's pretty humiliating," he said with some self-disgust.

Again Nicole sighed and rubbed her temples. "Maybe being an animal was just too much for you. The magic was perhaps a mistake to play with," she said with a resigned tone before reaching behind her neck and unclipping the necklace to pull it off.

"I mean, it was still an amazing experience, up to that point," Trent said as he saw any changes to experience something like that again, especially with Nicole, slipping away.

She put the necklace into her lap. "I'm not trying to be mad at you but it is a lot to take in. I think, ummm, I think I might just take the rest of the day as a me day? Probably just have a quick bite, shower, and take some medicine for an early bedtime. That should help clear my mind," reasoned Nicole.

She stood up and Trent walked over to her and hugged her. She was hesitant to take it first but eventually turned into it and returned the gesture.

"I love you, Nicole. You know that. Thank you for letting me live out a fantasy today and sorry for ruining it," the man apologized before kissing her forehead.

Nicole hugged him back and kissed his chin. "I love you too. Just give me the night, evening, okay?"

Trent nodded and did his best not to worry. As they separated, she walked to the kitchen first while he remained in the living room. Eventually he moved all the furniture back himself while Nicole made herself a sandwich and went upstairs. Trent knew from the few previous times this happened that leaving her alone was for the best. He could come in after ten since by then she's passed out on her meds. But until around that time, distance was what Dr. Nicole required.

But he sat there, looking down at his hands and being thankful he was human again. Still, it was hard to shake the memory of what he did. Or the fact that the border collie could have puppies from that one encounter. What would that mean for a human Trent? It was too weird to think about so instead he got up and got to work on his own dinner.

He turned down watching the game with Matt that night though did remember to mention wanting the money that was owed to him from the other night. Trent spent the rest of the evening on his computer in the dining room, bouncing between normal sites and ones with a transformation fetish leaning. Looking at pictures of dogs in particular made him feel a strange tingle in his chest. He half expected himself to start sprouting fur when instead he just got a boner.

After relieving his erection to a mixture of normal and transformation porn, he had a late night snack before coming to bed after midnight. As expected, Nicole was dead asleep, snuggled deep under the covers, and didn't so much as budge as he slid under with her.

It was as he was laying on his back, trying to fall asleep that he thought about the magic that had caused his transformation. He wondered if he could use it or what else it could do. As he thought these and related questions, eventually Trent thought of something.

'Only her magic changed me back so, what if she had got hit by a car on the way home and died? Or brain aneurysm? Would I be stuck as a dog forever?' he wondered, which set him off in a worry. 'Maybe something I'll ask tomorrow. Assuming she's in the mood to even talk,' Trent thought as he turned his head to look at her.

He could only see her face, with the rest bundled in blankets. But she was smiling.

"Maybe it'll all work out after all," he said quietly, as he closed his eyes and tried to rest.

Part III: Easter Comes Girly

Trent's alarm was going off at ten minutes to six in the morning. He couldn't turn it off fast enough as the beeping rocked him out of uncomfortable dreams. He rose and rubbed the crust from his eyes and looked over expecting to see Nicole still fast asleep but her side of the bed was empty. It took only a whiff of the air for him to smell bacon.

After going to the bathroom and getting changed into his business attire for work, he quickly went downstairs and into the kitchen where, sure enough, Nicole was at work.

"Morning, sweetie," she greeted, taking a step away from the stove to kiss him warmly on the cheek before going right back to her pans. "Your breakfast is ready on the table already, since I know you don't have much time."

"Thanks, Nik," he said. Trent knew he didn't have a lot of time but it was hard to turn down a waiting and warm meal. So he sat down and stuck a napkin into his collar to keep from spilling on his shirt or tie. "So why are you up and early today? You haven't made me breakfast before work in ages," he said as he couldn't even exactly recall the last time it happened.

"I just woke up feeling very refreshed and reinvigorated. So like yesterday, I've been up for a while already. Making you breakfast is a treat though. I thought after last night, you might be worried I don't still love you or think less of you." Nicole spoke calmly while she made her eggs. The mention of last night caused all the thoughts of what happened the day before to flood back into his mind. Perhaps Nicole could see this on his face and so continued, "It was just animal instinct taking over. Maybe the spell I used wasn't exactly correct and you lost your mind more than either of us expected. You're still a man and you're still my man," she said before blowing him a kiss.

Trent smiled and felt some measure of relief, though there was still a lot of personal embarrassment he felt over the matter. "I hope I didn't ruin things for you and Gwen," he managed to say between bites.

Nicole waved the suggestion off. "We barely ever saw each other and she was kind of always a bitch herself. I'm not worried about her at all," she shrugged off.

Soon after, Trent finished up his meal before sliding up his sleeve to check his watch. "Looks like I gotta go. Amazing breakfast, babe. I love you so much," he said as he came over and gave her a kiss out her puckered lips. As he pulled away, he happened to notice she was wearing a necklace but thought little more of it.

"Love you too, hun. Try to have a good Monday," she told while he walked off.

"I'll try," he said, giving her a final wave.

Trent backed out of his driveway and into the empty street at about six thirty in the morning. As he did, he saw Matt backing out as well and the two shared a wave before going their separate ways.

It wasn't a very long drive for Trent as he reached his office in about twenty minutes and was at his desk with coffee and a danish by seven on the nose. Checking his phone briefly, there was just one waiting text and it was from Nicole. Just a series of hearts but it made Trent feel even better.

His Monday was light on actual work, with no presentations, interviews, meetings, or anything else that day. It meant he could focus on writing and preparing his presentations for later that week. It wasn't exciting work but at least he didn't have anyone breathing down his back or was clock watching for when the next bump in his schedule came. Moments later, he did have someone breathing down his neck, loudly.

Turning, already knowing who it was, Trent gave David a thin smile. "Morning, David. How are you doing?" Trent asked reflexively.

David was a shorter, stockier man than David but not by much. He was, however, balding severely and was doing his damnedest to keep it hidden with a lousy comb over. Coughing, the man was a mouth breather with bucked teeth that always reminded Trent of donkey. "Oh, spent most of it, ummmm, just watching stuff," came David somewhat rambling reply. "Did you hear about your presentation Friday?"

Trent hid the anger that flared when David asked the question.

David loved to find out information first through his connections and then drip feed people teases about it in front of him until they kissed his ass. Perhaps it was a bit of the doberman in him still but Trent was ready for a fight. "Mind just telling me what changed about the presentation? I already know it's in front of five hundred people and untold thousands online. I'm not sure what change could shake me now."

David hardly reacted to Trent's bold words. Just kept looking and playing at his tie. "Well, the time changed a little."

Trent groaned. "What's a little? Can you just cut to the chase? I have work to do."

"Well, from what I hear, they're mixing up the order of presentations. You're now on to close so, four to four twenty-five is all you," David said slowly.

Trent had to think about it for a moment before it dawned on him. "I was supposed to be at two and then could leave once I finished. Now I gotta close out the whole thing?"

"Well, not close out. I think the host or presenter will do that, but you're the last main presenter so, ummm, enjoy. Catch ya later," David said, giving Trent a playful nudge before leaving Trent lost in thought.

'This week is really trying to take it out of me. And I fucked a dog yesterday, so things are definitely going be unpredictable,' he thought while watching David waddle away.

The rest of the day was spent thinking about the presentation, what he'd need to change in the script to accommodate being on last, and also there were the memories of what exactly he went through the day before. He had a salad from one of the places near work but it did little to calm his very active mind. As the day progressed and his presentation came together, it gave his mind more time to think about the previous day's exploits.

There was thrill and excitement in being a dog, he had no doubt. From the transformation itself to being the animal and, as something he would only admit in his head, having sex with that border collie, all felt amazing. There was certainly a lot of shame and embarrassment but even he had to admit it was more from being caught than anything. That said, he was concerned about how much control he had over his body when changed.

'If she ever even wants to try it again, maybe make sure I keep my wits. I don't want to embarrass myself like that again,' he thought as the minutes ticked down to the end of his workday. He spent the last few minutes texting Nicole about dinner and she seemed to be a great mood. She didn't mention magic or the previous day at all, which was a slight relief.

When he eventually got home, it turned into a rather mundane and usual night of watching tv and relaxing. When he asked about her day, she just said more decorating and time on the computer. There was definitely a darker feel to the house as she had put up some Halloween decorations befitting the month but there was enough black to give it all a dimmer feel. Still, Nicole was in good spirits and was right back to cuddling Trent as always.

Trent yawned as the evening got late. "I think I should head to bed, Nik," he suggested.

"I might stay up a bit more," she told him.

"That's fine. I have interview tomorrow and I already mentioned about the presentation on Friday," he bemoaned while finally standing up.

Nicole moved into the new, warm space that was freed up by her boyfriend's absence and found it warm and comforting. "Would it help if I changed you again this week? With the magic like before?" she suggested casually.

Unable to stop himself from blushing a little, Trent looked away. "Oh, I thought you weren't interested in the magic anymore."

Curled up in a blanket burrito, Nicole seemed at complete ease. "It's no trouble. I thought about it more and I want to experiment a bit. Do you mind if I choose the next change for you? Same rules as before but I'll try and make sure you retain more of your mind," she told him with excitement in her voice.

"Let you pick the change? You sure?" he asked her. The idea to him was a combination of scary and arousing almost, which derailed his sleepiness.

"Yeah, I'll think about it but I promise to have fun with it and I'll change you back if you don't like. That is, assuming you're up for it at all." She looked at him from down below and could see his troubled thinking written on his face.

After some internal deliberation, Trent smiled and nodded. "Sure, yeah. I'd be up for that this week. I suppose with a little warning at least."

"Of course. I can certainly do a little warning too," she said with a wink.

Trent was able to sleep a lot easier that night compared to the last. Not only did Nicole forgive him, she was willing to really get into this transformation fetish. And though he asked for a warning, part of him didn't want to see it coming. It would also be interesting to see exactly what she picked for an animal as it could possibly go in any direction. Nicole wasn't always the most creative but she tried.

His dreams that night were full of flashes of further transformations but mostly from the dog one he experienced Sunday. No matter what, that change itself would be forever etched in his mind. Looking down his snout, growing ears, a tail, his paws, his cock... so many things changed that when he looked at pictures of himself as a dog that Nicole had sent to him, it was chilling that the dog he saw was actually him.

Tuesday went much the same as the day before, though Nicole awoke earlier to make a more healthy breakfast of fruit, wheat toast, and oatmeal. Trent ate it, though not voraciously as before which made him run a little late.

"Love you," he said before kissing Nicole on the lips. He thought he saw a red glow under her shirt but she pulled back and waved before he could say anything. And since he was in a rush, with an interview first thing, Trent's mind was quickly elsewhere.

This day was a lot busier than Monday, with five interviews, two meetings, and having to attend someone else's hour-long presentation. It didn't give him much time to think about his time as a dog or the future prospects of changes either. Just a busy day that he couldn't be happier to get through. The only thing that brought him any comfort during the day were Nicole's flirting or just fun text messages.

It wasn't until he was driving home did he realize the weather had turned, becoming rainy, windy, and colder. Made the short drive home longer though in that extra time he was able to remember that they had Matt and Sara coming over that night for dinner.

"I guess barbecue is out of the question," Trent said to himself as he had been looking forward to using his grill one more time before it turned to winter.

Pulling into his house and garage, Trent was trying to think what to do for dinner when he got out and headed in the house. As soon as he entered, the smell of of roasting meat was in the air and Trent knew that Nicole was already on top of things. Walking quietly and carefully, intent on sneaking up on her, Trent crept into the kitchen only to find the crockpot going, some things on the stove, but no Nicole.

"Babe? Nik? I'm home, babe," Trent announced as he finally started to loosen his tie.

"I'm in here, hun!" he heard her shout from the living room.

After setting his things down and taking off his tie, he followed her voice and walked into the room where, once again, all the furniture was pushed against the walls. Something else odd was something sitting on the far couch. Not seeing Nicole immediately, he walked over to the couch to see what it was and recognized the old cage Nicole had for her pet chinchilla all that time ago.

"Nicole? Where are ya, babe? And what's the cage doing down here? I thought we put that in the attic?" he asked as he backed up, only to bump into someone standing behind him. He whirled around to see Nicole standing there. "Oh, hey babe," he greeted. He closed his eyes and went to kiss her when instead he felt her finger touch his nose. Opening his eyes again, he watched her withdraw her finger and smile.

"So glad you're home, hun. I had the most wonderful idea for tonight," Nicole said with a brimming enthusiasm.

Trent wiggled his nose a bit more as her touch had left a lingering sensation that soon began to spread to more of his face. Only then did he think of magic. "Babe, what did you just do?"

Nicole couldn't help but giggle. "I thought it would be fun to play around again tonight a bit more with your transformation fetish. You did say the next change would be up to me and I've decided on the what and when," she explained rather proudly.

"Wait, change? But Nik, we have company over tonight," Trent was quick to remind her.

She waved him off. "I told them your mother called up and needed help with something. They know her medical problems so they understood. Still, they're coming over and we're going to have a nice evening all the same."

While Trent listened, he was fighting a consistent twitching of his nose that was only getting worse. It wasn't hurting, but as he rubbed the front of it, he could feel the skin there changing. "What did you do to me? What are you planning, Nik?" Trent asked with concern.

"Don't worry, I talked it over with Ven more and we have a spell that should help you retain your mental capacities more. Not that you'll have an opportunity to act on things like last time with this change we cooked up," Nicole grinned while rubbing her hands together.

"We? Ven? What are you talking about?"

Nicole then blushed a little herself. "Sorry, me and her have been talking more. She helped with this one a bit and even suggested a twist she thinks you'll enjoy," she said candidly. From her point of view, she could see Trent's nose already starting to turn pink on the underside while the whole thing was starting to shrink.

"She thinks I'll enjoy? What does that mean?" Trent asked with a growing concern as he could not only see his nose shrinking and changing, but could feel it along with the prickling sensations just under it.

"I think you should just sit back and enjoy. The only tease I'll give is, you'll be spending most of the night in that cage behind you," she told him with something approaching a smile but with a more sinister lean.

Trent looked at the cage again before he could feel something sprouting just under his nose from what felt like a swollen upper lip. When he felt at his face, he could feel several whiskers poking out in either direction before a tingling began in both of his ears.

"I thought we at least agreed on a little bit of warning? I was looking forward to hanging out with Matt and Sara." Trent was trying to sound upset but there was a part of him mentally that was very much digging her taking the initiative like that. Especially in regards to transformation.

"We did, I know, but Ven thought it would be fun and you did seem to enjoy being a dog in front of them last time. Well, you'll be another animal in front of them this time too! Only a little smaller. And... well, you'll see." There was energy in Nicole's words that Trent was actually really enjoying, as she seemed to be honestly getting into it.

"Are you gonna tell me what the change is?" he asked as his hands went to his ears. He could already feel them starting to get more pointed while the flesh itself was almost thicker to the touch. This was all while his whiskers kept growing and cheeks got puffier.

Giving her boyfriend another look, Nicole stiffed a laugh before answering. "Oh, I think you'll figure it out soon enough. Though, that's not the real trick here."

The mention of a 'trick' had Trent's curiosity piqued but he was still trying to deduce the changes he was experiencing already.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I did think of another thing you might like. Wait here," Nicole told him before running out of the room and then upstairs.

"All right. I'll just wait here then," Trent said passively before going back to his changes.

His ears were continuing to develop, with more cartilage and flesh there while they were also getting longer. Moving his hands to his face next, Trent squeezed his cheeks before moving his hands to his nose and mouth. When feeling his actual lips, they were thinner but the area above them, where the whiskers were growing, was more swollen. Trent could also feel that his teeth were different too.

Taking out his phone to use the front facing camera, he checked his face out and immediately was struck with the thought of what he was once he saw the combination of buck teeth, whiskers, pink nose, and elongating ears. "She's turning me into a bunny," he guessed, which sent a tingle through his entire body.

Minutes later, he heard Nicole descending the stairs more slowly before she quickly reappeared carrying one of the full length mirrors from their bedroom closet. She walked up in front of him and held it, just as he was putting his phone away.

"What do you think about this? Figured you might wanna see yourself a bit more while you change," she suggested while also giving him a closer look. "You are definitely coming along. Have you guessed what you are yet?"

Trent wasn't listening at first as he was more enamored with the reflection of himself and the changes to his head more than anything. As he looked down his body, the only other change he noticed was the slight tent in his pants from all the excitement. Gulping, he did finally answer, "Rabbit?"

She clapped excitedly. "Correct! I figured you might need the tail to really get it but I guess the rest was a good giveaway once you look in a mirror," she admits.

"I'll say," he remarked before glancing back at the cage again. "I really am going to fit in there, aren't I?"

Nicole nodded. "Yup. I figure you're another coworker's pet I'm watching, since the first time went so well. You won't have any company so no worries about fucking," she also added with a laugh.

Trent couldn't hide his reddening, fat cheeks. "Thanks for that."

"No problem," she said back. Nicole then set the mirror down for a moment while she grabbed a chair from the dining room which she used to prop up the mirror. "I don't want to be holding this the whole time. But I do want to be a bit closer this time as you change. If you don't mind, of course," she asked politely.

"Sure, sure," came his speedy response, as he was not about to dampen her interest in this. "Will it take as long as last time?"

"About that, yeah. Not sure exactly how it will unfold either so that will be... interesting," she said, trying to coax a reaction out of Trent.

As she was speaking, Trent was busy watching the back of his hands as little patches of hair were growing from the back of his hand. He thought it strange until he noticed the colors adding up to a dull white and he only needed to touch it to be reminded of fur. Only now did he feel a touch of heat which caused him to start to sweat.

"You keep teasing this other surprise. Is it a carrot?" he joked as he began to unbutton his shirt, only to have her grab his hand and pull it away.

"No, a bit different than that," she told him while wiping the sweat from his forehead with her sleeve. "And keep your clothes on. I think it will be cuter when you start shrinking," recommended Nicole. To which Trent got even harder at the thought.

"So long as you promise this won't ruin my clothes or anything," he told her as he again felt his lengthening ears, but also noticed his hair getting shorter, like when he was becoming a dog.

"You might want to take off your shoes but you should be fine otherwise, I think," was all she said while taking a seat on the couch next to the cage. "This should be big enough for you once you're done. I went out while you're at work today and got water, woodchips, some pellet food, and a little bed so you'll be comfortable enough. I'll change you back after Matt and Sara leave," she explained as she took out her phone.

Trent was still feeling hot but as he tugged at his shirt to try and cool himself down, he noticed how much baggier it was on him. Feeling more of his torso, he only now realized he had already begun losing mass on his body, while perhaps losing an inch or two in height in the process. But it was the tingling at the base of his spine that had him most excited.

Turning his head, he tugged down the back of his loose pants to reveal the top of his butt along with what appeared to be a few inches of wiggling tail. Just the sight of it was enough to get Trent nice and hard.

"Aw yeah, I do love seeing my tail grow in," he admitted.

"It is pretty cute," Nicole said while texting on her phone.

Trent watched as the tail eventually began to curl up and even sprout its own fur. It was really exciting to watch it take on more and more of a rabbit's tail look, getting fluffier over the matter of a few minutes while also perking up more and more until it was wiggling above his sweating ass. It was seeing his tail, along with turning his head around and feeling his longer, somewhat floppier ears wiggle on his head too that Trent seemingly couldn't stop his excitement.

"Oh shit," he moaned just before he was struck but a sudden but not entirely unwelcome orgasm that stained the front of his work khakis while bringing a smile to Nicole's face.

She pocketed her phone and then stood up to walk back over to him. "Couldn't contain yourself, hun?" she asked with a knowing smile.

Trent couldn't stop his legs from quivering as he continued to cum, the excess going through the fabric to drip down his leg. "I couldn't, no," he panted. "But I guess it has to be empty to make way for rabbit sperm anyway, right?" he assumed as he could feel his balls working to empty themselves as best they could.

Nicole didn't reply, instead coming around in front of him to admire just how much seed her boyfriend had in him and was still ejecting. Seeing his bunny crossed face made the scene all the better to her. "You're definitely going to be in for a lot of changes, hun," she mused to him while hiding her expression. "But I dare you to not take off your clothes," Nicole did tell him as she noticed just how much looser everything was on him. She also could notice his slightly reduced height too.

Grunting, the last few pumps of sperm from his balls left his testicles sore and feeling almost like small grapes. His scrotum too was feeling tight, but he merely figured this was part of becoming a rabbit. But as he looked down at the front of his pants and saw his bulge start to dissipate, it was the rapid rate at which it was shrinking which worried him. Even though he still felt throbbing hard, and was oozing cum, his dick was shrinking.

"Jeez, I didn't think the genital change would come so quickly. I know rabbits are horny but I can't say I know what their dicks look like," Trent tried to joke as his cock really was getting smaller and smaller.

Nicole meanwhile seemed to have some insight, as her eyes locked with his as she walked right up to him. He expected her to say something but instead she put her hand to the loose fabric of his crotch and pushed in until she found the half an inch that remained of Trent's manhood. There was no sense of any balls though, which Trent only now was starting to worry about.

What little there was left of Trent's penis began to shrink then with seemingly every beat of his heart. Nicole appeared to be enjoying the growing worry on his face.

"You know, I've been doing a lot of research. Most of it on your phone or on your computer while you're asleep. I suppose it's snooping but it's really just to get a better sense of what you like," Nicole began, rubbing Trent's now flat crotch, though to him it still felt like it was changing. "I found a lot of the pictures and stories you like, and even read some of the chats, and I learned some... surprising things. I thought the animal change was one thing but I did notice something of a theme in other pictures."

Just then, Trent's nipples started to tingle and he could feel the skin under his chin start to swell. "What did you do to me? I thought you said rabbit," he asked her in a shaky voice while her hand continued to grope his crotch.

She nodded. "You are. But I saw you were into changes where men became female animals. I thought, 'well, isn't that interesting?' before Ven suggested something additional to the spell." A moment later, even through his khakis and boxer briefs, she was able to push a finger up into a new opening in Trent that had formed from where his manhood used to be.

Mouth shaking, he gulped hard, unaware his Adam's apple was shrinking. "You're making me... a girl?"

"A girl bunny, yeah. I figured you could see how things are as a lady for a little bit. Or at least a lady rabbit," Nicole told him while finally letting go of him and stepping back.

Trent was at a loss for words before feeling the tingle in his crotch spread up into him as his new reproductive system took shape, leaving him feeling a little nauseous, but mostly just from the thought. His tail continued to wiggle though, and his ears kept growing.

"I wasn't expecting that," he admitted.

Nicole grinned from ear to ear. "Hehe, it is fun to catch you by surprise. You still like it, right?" she asked eagerly.

There was a ripping noise that distracted both as they looked to Trent's feet to see them growing longer and ripping through his socks. His nails were longer and thinner too, with toes that appeared plump and closer together. But while Nicole watched his feet grow, Trent's attention went back to his crotch where he could now feel the slit he now had formed along with everything internal that was required.

With her eyes at his feet still, he tried to carefully slide his hand down the front of his pants, which were loose despite his belt, and even managed to get into his underwear. Feeling below his waist, Trent could feel more fur sprouting in the trail that led to his new cunt, which just touched gently was enough to cause him to quiver in a way he never had before.

"Didn't take long for you to show some interest," Nicole, now noticing, said to him. "Guess you don't totally mind at least."

Trent's throat felt tight but he had to say something. "It's really, ummm, interesting and different. Weird... but in a good way? Like, I don't know how to describe it," he said, barely noticing that his voice was higher in pitch. Not only that, Nicole could see a light feminization of her boyfriend's face as his chin began to get less broad and his eyes got bigger almost. Twitching his nose, Trent was now wrapping his mind around being a female rabbit in a cage for most of the night. It was almost too surreal.

"I can imagine changing genders would be weird and not my thing personally but if you want to explore a bit, what's the harm?" Nicole shrugged as she started walking around Trent, who was now about her height.

Again there was a tingling throughout Trent's body as more fur could be felt sprouting all over him. This was making him sweat even more but at least his clothes did not feel very confining. His ears by now were much longer and had a definite rabbit shape to them, with white and black fur dotting them in places, just like the top of his head.

He was compelled to look in the mirror again to see that he was definitely losing a lot of mass and height, and though he lacked any hair, he did notice his face looking more girly. The flop of fat under his chin and the face beginning to push into a small snout were other things he noted before he lost sight of his neck in his shirt.

"Oh boy. Getting really small now," Trent complained, roughly twenty-six minutes into his transformation.

"You really are," agreed Nicole as she got closer and could look down at him slightly.

He was trying to use his hands to keep his head above his collar but soon his hands were softly cramping and changing themselves. As he pulled those away, a spurt of magic took Trent for a ride as his head and body began to shrink rapidly. Bemused by the sight, Nicole couldn't help but laugh.

"Look at you go!" she said, seeing his feet, though still long and looking more rabbit-like, were pulling into his socks too. Trent was having to keep his arms out to the side to keep his shirt on but soon his head was sinking into his shirt. Leaning over even more, she looked down into collar, she couldn't help but wave. "Bye Trent! Have fun!" Nicole congratulated.

Her words were loud in his ears, which were the only things still somewhat sticking up the hole of his collar. But when he looked down at his body, they flopped in and he now felt like he was in a tent. His legs were changing rapidly, with thighs feeling big, while his calves shrunk and knees shortened. One hand was now being used to prop up the top of his shirt from the inside while the other desperately tried to keep his pants up by the waistband. It was proving to be a taxing and losing battle however as his arms started changing as well.

"Damn, I can't keep this up," Trent said with a soft, squeaky voice of a nine year old girl. He did have the height of such a child now, though he was soon getting even smaller than that.

"You can give up whenever you want. I'm not pulling you from your clothes until you're a bun though," she told him, her voice still booming.

With his fingers shrinking, thumbs going away seemingly, and shoulders aching, Trent finally had to give up his fight and let go of everything. His shirt kept its shape, somewhat, but soon flopped on his head, while his hands quickly dropped around his feet. Trent could hear Nicole giggling but there was nothing he could do to help what he probably looked like right now.

Down his chest, his tingling nipples were now not alone, with two more nipples now below his other pair. His torso as a whole was shrinking, with ribs and other bones cracking to fit his rapidly diminishing frame. This was allowing the fur, which seemed to spread out before, to gradually come together more, forming a cookie and cream type fur pattern that was mostly white but with black patches on his face and back.

Trent could feel his front teeth, both top and bottom, becoming dominant to the point sticking out while his face pushed out more and more. His eyes bulged more, with them moving somewhat to the sides of his changing head while the ears finally stopped standing up straight and flopped to the sides of his head from the weight. Nose wiggling, he loved it.

He went to say as much but found himself unable to form the words, as his tongue felt tinier, throat sore, and body somewhat contorted. Trent was now standing under two feet tall and was mostly just a shirt with something bulging around inside of it.

"Rabbit was a good choice," Nicole said quietly to herself, but not so much that Trent couldn't hear.

More cracking and shifting bones eventually made it so Trent found comfort on all fours, though he was sitting on his butt, tail sticking out, and front legs down. It was a different position for him but strangely comfortable as a rabbit. Now the fur really felt like it was coming in as the sweating heat from before began to be replaced with a comforting warmth.

'Being this small is crazy. And I'm still not done,' he couldn't help but think as he was indeed still shrinking more and more. Eventually he slid forward more, kicking his butt out as he found yet another new and comfortable position to be in.

"How are you coming along in there, hun? You done yet?" he heard her ask just before her shadow loomed closer.

Trent wanted to respond but the best he could do were some meager chitters. Soon there was a hand reaching in through the skylight that was his former shirt collar. It wasn't long before he felt her fingers on his back before she easily grabbed him by the skin of his neck and pulled him up with no effort at all.

Soon Trent was being craned out of his clothes and he looked down at them and wondered how he ever fit before Nicole turned to him face to face.

"Oh wow, look how tiny you are! You weigh what, maybe five pounds?" she guessed. "Crazy how potent that magic is. And look, you even have a cute dewlap under your chin! You're definitely a lady bun," observed Nicole.

Wanting to blush but unable, Trent opened his mouth a little before just wiggling his nose. His eyes were still bright but smaller and more beady looking, while the rest of him was undeniably bun. The tingling of his body finally ceased and there was only the rabbit now.

Kneeling down, Nicole set Trent down on the carpet before squatting herself. Taking out her phone, she checked her messages. "Looks like good timing. I texted Sara before about when to come over and they'll be here in about fifteen minutes. Good thing you're all done changing, aren't you, girl?"

Just being called a girl was enough to cause Trent to get a little woozy in his head, but in a good way. He wiggled his nose more at her which she appeared to understand to some degree.

"Well, you are a girl now. I'm technically correct. Plus, we should probably come up with a new name for you." This set her off thinking while Trent started to move around more.

It did not take him long to realize that his back legs were definitely quite strong, as he almost flipped himself over while walking a few times. He was just lucky that Nicole wasn't filming him while it happened. Instead she was lost in thought mostly. The only thing Nicole did was take Trent's clothes and throw them in the laundry room. Meanwhile, Trent was starting to get the hang of movement as a rabbit. Nicole walked back into the living room and began pacing as she thought.

That's when there was a knock at the front door which startled them both.

"Oh shit! They're here already?" Nicole said in a panic as she checked her phone. "No, wait, it's been long enough. Shit, I got to get you in the cage."

With that she reached and picked Trent up again, with no issue, and walked him to the cage. Nicole opened up the top and carefully dropped Trent in while there were more knocks at the door.

"Just a minute!" Nicole shouted as she shut the top of the cage. "You just be a good bun tonight, okay? I think your name will be Buttercup, okay?" No sooner did she say than she ran off towards the front door, leaving Trent to just wiggle his nose and marvel at how big the world around him now was.

'This is totally crazy. And I'm a girl,' Trent thought as his body continued to shiver with the mere thought. That, combined with the size difference, was really the biggest changes in his mind and the ones causing the biggest mental ripples through his head. He didn't even pay attention to Matt and Sara coming in, talking with Nicole, joking, and even when they went to the kitchen, Trent was too taken with his change of perspective and gender to think about much else.

Eventually, the group moved into the living room where Trent was finally snapped out of his daze.

"What's with all the furniture?" he heard Matt ask, bottle of beer in hand.

"Oh, I had moved things while I was trying some new yoga and never got around to fixing it once dinner took over. Mind helping move stuff back?" Nicole covered for things quickly.

"Sure," Matt said. While he found a place for his beer, Sara locked eyes on Trent the bunny and came zooming in.

"I know you said you were watching your friend's pet but you didn't say they were this cute! Is that a little bun bun?" Sara asked as she reached the cage and started sticking her fingers through.

Trent sniffed at her, her scent similar to what he recalled smelling yesterday as a dog. Right down to the same perfume. But what was really different was just how much bigger Sara was now. Trent had always dwarfed the girl but now she was a titan in comparison.

"Yeah, she's a cutie," Nicole said from across the room as her and Matt pulled the coffee table back. "Might grabbing her cage and holding it while we move the couch back? Buttercup weighs like, nothing almost."

Sara, meek and little Sara, then easily picked up the cage and then hauled it away while Matt and Nicole got to work.

"You come with me, Buttercup. I'll steal you away and then you can be my bunny. That's if my dog doesn't eat you," Sara says the Trent while still trying to pet him.

The living room was soon sorted and everyone took their seats on the couch. Trent was moved to the coffee table where both Matt and Sara leaned over and stuck their fingers in. Trent had turned his furry body to face them so they could reach him and he found himself again enjoying attention.

"She's absolutely adorable. Makes me wish I had a rabbit," Sara commented. She was also taking a lot of pictures and posting them places, making Trent shiver a little to know he would probably see those pictures on social media in the morning.

"Pretty sure Zeus would eat her, hun," Matt astutely pointed out. "It's a shame that Trent had to help his mom out. We haven't really hung out since Labor Day."

"Trent's always been one to help his mom out so it's no surprise," a distracted Sara said while unknowingly giving Trent more pets. "Can we take her out? Or will she run?" Sara asked Nicole.

"Uhhhhh, she should be fine, yeah. Let me grab her. Just be gentle, okay?" Nicole stood up and opened the top of the cage. Her and Trent made eye contact, with her trying to will some sense into him.

With no way to signal he understood, Trent just sat there still and let himself get picked up and then set right into Sara's lap. The woman soon had him coddled in her arms while she pet him and made all sorts of sweet noises, as if she couldn't handle how adorable the rabbit was.

"Matt, you're buying me a stuffed rabbit like Buttercup at least. A big one and Zeus isn't allowed to turn it into a play thing! Or hump it!" she added, causing Matt to burst out laughing.

"Oh jeez, Nicole, we forgot to tell you. Zeus has been on a tear as of late of humping most every pillow in our house. It's crazy," Matt complained while also reaching into Sara's lap to pet Trent.

"Oh my gosh, it's awful. I've had to wash so many pillows. Fixing him would fix the problem but..." Sara let hang, her eyes looking at her husband.

"But," Matt picked up, like this was a discussion they've had before, "but I feel like that's demeaning to the dog. I can't take that from him."

"Well then you can't be angry when he humps the pillow you sleep on then," Sara points out, making Matt blush.

"Yeah, I'd prefer you not tell anyone about that," Matt grimaced before taking a long swig of beer.

"You think that's bad? Remember that doberman I was walking the other day for my other coworker? Apollo? Well I took him to the dog area of the park that they have fenced off. You know it?" Nicole said, getting the other two to nod. Trent was meanwhile suddenly embarrassed for her to tell this story, knowing that he was the main character.

Nicole proceeded to tell the tale of Apollo and Dixie, and how they had a heated but short affair. Matt and Sara laughed, especially at the thought of Nicole trying to haul the dog off the bitch. All the while Trent was right there, getting pets from Sara, trying to not act humiliated. Not that Nicole was giving away anything, but her talking about it in front of him knowingly almost felt like she was rubbing it in. Not exactly her usual character. But then again, these were some interesting times.

A buzz in the kitchen finally broke Nicole away and left Sara and Matt to pet and enjoy Trent some. This is also when they started talking in hushed tones.

"Strange that Trent isn't around again. You think he's cheating?" Sara asked Matt, causing Trent's ears to perk up.

"Trent? Cheat on Nicole? You're nuts," Matt played off like a joke. Trent wished he could have high-fived his friend right there.

"Well he's cheated on two previous girlfriends so let's not act he's incapable of it. He's just acting a little shifty as of late. I kinda always knew Nicole and him weren't a perfect fit. She's normally so peculiar," Sara says while keenly watching the doorway for Nicole's return.

"Oh hush. They're doing fine. I think Trent might even pop the question soon so I wouldn't say anything. Nicole can be strange, yeah, but she's nice enough," defended Matt.

Sara started petting Trent faster, while he tried to process what he was hearing. "I heard she's not baptized," Sara mentioned out of nowhere before adding, "Not it's an issue now but, I don't know, I've never trusted her. That said, she's a hoot tonight. A lot more relaxed and fun than usual," Sara said just as Nicole re-entered.

"'More relaxed and fun than usual'? Who were you talking about," Nicole asked before laughing, to which Sara joined in. Nicole was carrying two glasses of wine and set one down on the edge of the coffee table near Sara while holding the other.

"Was just saying you're acting more relaxed than usual tonight. Maybe it's not having Trent around like he usually is with us?" Matt offered.

Nicole sipped her wine while her eyes searched around the room before casually looking to Trent before answering, "Perhaps. I know he usually dominates conversation so I'm getting more time to shine."

"Trent definitely is a talker. No doubt about that," Sara agreed as she took up her glass of wine while still holding Trent with the other hand. "No wonder he gets a job where he basically just talks all the time. It would be nice if he could be made to just shut up for a few hours, right?"

Nicole nodded while clearly trying to hide a smile. "He's not too bad. He's gotten better, recently, in communicating things with me and that's helped I think. Still, he loves being the center of attention still. Hard to fight that," she said, tipping her glass before a long sip. "Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"What are we having again? I hope it's not rabbit," Sara asked as she went back to scratching Trent's furry head.

"It's an Irish beef stew recipe I picked up while traveling in college. I think you'll like it," Nicole answered proudly, as she was always happy about her personal recipes.

"I've never been one to turn down some tasty cow," Sara answered with a smile. She then lifted Trent up and began craning him to the cage. "I think it's time Buttercup goes back in the cage before dinner. I should probably wash my hands once I set you down."

Nicole quickly got up and opened the top to help Sara put Trent back in the cage. Sara then left for the bathroom while Matt and Nicole talked about her trip to Ireland. Trent went to his water and drank his fill before going back to watch his wife and Matt talk. After hearing Sara's private thoughts, he was now more tuned with possible gossip that could unfurl when others didn't think he was around. Not that Nicole was likely to say anything, but Matt could be a wild card.

Their conversations were mostly mundane, with Matt only mentioning his trip to Greece with Trent back in college and was kind enough to leave out the random Greek women they had hooked up with in Athens. All in all, Matt seemed like the good friend he always thought he had. Just then Sara returned and all Trent could think was Sara was still the gossip she was in college. That she didn't like Nicole much wasn't a big surprise- he had suspected it- but hearing it was still confirmation. Not that he could ever reveal that he knew without a lot of awkward explaining.

When dinner was ready, they all got up to leave with Sara asking Nicole about the ruby necklace she was wearing under her blouse. Their conversation faded into the kitchen before Trent could hear more. They then ate in the dining room, leaving Trent by himself with just pellets and water and sawdust to sleep on. Thankfully it wasn't that hard to feel tired after the change he had gone through and all that petting. Moving to the corning before flopping onto his side, Trent closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He was more successful than he thought and was asleep within minutes.

It was too much laughter and the smell of coffee that awoke Trent later. He sat up and looked over to see the three laughing and joking on the couch, with Nicole and Sara holding coffee while Matt was holding another beer.

"...and let's just say, Trent never bet that Russian girl who could drink more again," Matt finished saying which brought yet more laughter.

They quickly were quieted by Sara who was the first to notice Trent was awake. "Awww, I think we woke her up."

"I think so," Nicole agreed while leaning towards the cage. "You have a good nap, girl?"

Trent, still waking up, just blinked a few times and wiggled his nose at Nicole. The humans continued their light conversation while Trent gradually woke up more and more. He was a little disoriented at first as it was strange waking up so small. By the time he came to his senses and gave a big yawn, it seemed like things were wrapping up for the evening.

"We'll have to do this again soon. And hopefully Trent will be available for once," Matt joked after chugging the rest of his beer and setting it down on the table next to Trent's cage.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be around," Nicole said knowingly.

Everyone got up and gradually moved to the door, where Trent heard them say their goodbyes and leave. When Nicole returned to the room, she went right to the couch and flopped down herself before letting out a long sigh. Trent stared at her through his cage wall, wondering when she would change him back.

Eventually she did take notice of Trent and smirked. "So, how was the evening for you?" she asked as she leaned forward towards the cage.

Trent wiggled his nose more and added a small hop for good measure.

"That fun, huh? And how is it being a girl?" she asked next.

Again, Trent's nose wiggled but he did little else as the question reminded him of lost manhood.

"I suppose I should ask these questions when you can actually answer, right? Here, let's get you turned back." With that, Nicole stood and opened the top of the cage. Pulling her boyfriend out, she set him down in the open part of the floor before recalling the necessary magic needed to change him back. He expected a touch on the nose to trigger the change but instead she only needed to point at him for that familiar tingling to return.

Like before, it took almost ten minutes for Trent to return to his old form. All the fur receding and shrinking ears was one thing, but he was most paying attention to getting his cock and balls back. He was beginning to worry as the changes began to slow and he still had a cunt. But he only needed to give it time before he felt his testicles descend before feeling his cock starting to swell too. It was a welcome sight to finally have it back, even if he still had some lingering feelings about being female.

By the time he was back to his old self and able to stand, he was again covered in sweat and breathing hard. "That was definitely a different experience than being a dog," he stated first as he took a seat on the couch with Nicole.

"I would assume so. Caged most of the night rather than outside. But I'm still curious about what you thought about being female," asked Nicole while she eyed him up.

Trent rubbed his eyes and hair before thinking of how to answer. "It was definitely really strange as the transformation was happening. Especially not expecting it. There was some exhilaration to that I can't deny either. But it was definitely different not having anything down there, though, as I was just a lone rabbit, I think it was more being so small and furry that occupied a lot of my mind," he explained, only being mostly honest.

Truth was, he had more than once wished there was a male bunny there to keep him company. The very thought made him shiver and added to concern of what he truly wanted out of these transformations. As he was still figuring it out, and didn't want to embarrass himself, he knew he couldn't admit it to Nicole.

"Being a woman is definitely different. I can very much understand how being that small would be a lot to think about. I mean, I've always been shorter than you, and you can pick me up, but never like how I could with Buttercup," Nicole said casually. However just the mention of the rabbit's name was enough to make the man noticeably blush. "Heh, do I have a new nickname for you, Buttercup?" she teased lightly.

"You know, you don't have to rub it in," he said with a bashful smile.

Nicole then started to chew her lower lip as devious thoughts unfolded in her head. "Wanna go upstairs and fuck?" she asked out of the blue.

Surprised for a moment, it didn't take Trent much time to start nodding. He began to get up when she jumped him right there, kissing him deeply and passionately. She was really pushing into him and acting the aggressor more than usual, but he was definitely digging it.

"Me being a bunny really does it for you?" he asked between breaths.

"You have no idea," she answered before plunging her tongue into his mouth.

They did eventually work their way upstairs and to their bedroom where they fucked with teenaged vigor but with an intimate knowledge of the other. Nicole, usually not one to orgasm more than once, was at five by the time Trent was finally able to wrestle her off the top of him and get her under him. Both were easily lost in the moment again and it wasn't long before Trent felt himself reaching the end of his control.

It was at this moment that, hot and sweaty, Nicole asked him, "Do you wish you were on the receiving end of a fuck like this?"

The question triggered thoughts in Trent's mind that turned him on even more, leading to him thrusting deep and finally cumming like he needed to. This pushed Nicole over the edge too as she dug her nails into Trent's back as she held on.

After a shower together, where Nicole stripped everything but the necklace, she turned in for the night while a hungry Trent went for leftovers from dinner. As he sat in the kitchen eating the stew and dipping bread, he was thinking about what Nicole had asked him during sex. She didn't seem to want an answer afterwards and never brought it up. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about how he would answer the question. In the end, he didn't know what was worse: that he knew the answer to her question even or that Nicole probably knew too.

Trent borrowed some of Nicole's sleep medicine for that night as he knew he wouldn't be able to turn his brain off otherwise. Sleep came quickly and was a welcome break from the happy but troubling thoughts of being bred.

Part IV: Horse Hair Trigger

Wednesday morning came and like the days before, Nicole was already up making breakfast. Trent had been doing a lot of dreaming and thinking that morning and decided to give Nicole some leeway in things.

"For the next transformation, feel free to surprise me with it," he told her while he ate breakfast quickly.

"Surprise you?" Nicole quickly considered the idea and smiled. "Sure, I'm sure we can do that."

Trent just nodded and knew to trust in her. Then he remembered the one stipulation he had. "But if you could wait until Friday at least, that would be preferred. I kinda just want to get there first, ya know?"

She nodded and smiled. "Sure. Shouldn't be a problem."

After that, he went to work like always and tried not to think too much about having been a female rabbit the day before. But despite his best efforts, he came back to the thought frequently both that day and Thursday, which he kept to himself as best he could. During those days, rather than talk about more transformations, Nicole spent her time continuing to decorate for the season but also started changing other things too.

Their white curtains were swapped for deep purple while their sheets and towels all went from various colors to either black or a deep red. Trent knew she always had an interest in decor around the house, she had been working hard to almost change the feel of the house. Even the lightbulbs seemed dimmer as the house was darker and more foreboding even while the sun was still out.

Nicole was also starting to dress differently too. With her wearing tighter, more revealing clothes along with lingerie, even just when normally going around the house. Not that Trent was complaining, as he thought she was looking more and more gorgeous.

Friday rolled around and Trent woke up feeling especially good that morning. His mood was only helped by the smell of the breakfast and then the sight of Nicole, wearing just a black lace bra, panties, stockings, and of course that necklace.

"Morning love," he said, giving her a kiss.

"Morning to you too, hun. Last night was a lot of fun. I hope it helped get you relaxed and in the right mindset for your big presentation today," she told him in a sultry voice, reminding him of the long fuck session they had the night before.

"Oh, it definitely helped I think. I'm feeling great, though I do have to rush a bit," he said before digging into his breakfast.

Nicole watched Trent carefully as he ate. "Of course. I don't want to hold you up or anything. How do you like your omelet? I tried a new recipe with some different spices and herbs mixed in."

Trent was almost too busy shoveling it all into his mouth to answer. "Tastes great, babe. You really outdid yourself."

Nicole eventually walked over and sat down at the small table, holding just some coffee herself. She was still watching Trent eat and doing little else.

Feeling her eyes on him, he thought to ask something. "So what are your plans for the day? More shopping like you have been?"

"I do have some shopping to do, yes. Some driving around but nothing we can't handle," she tells him while sipping her coffee.

"I hope you're dressing up a little bit more before you leave," Trent joked as he noticed her coffee. "Taking it black now, huh? You used to be a half coffee, half creamer girl."

Nicole shrugged and took another long sip before answering. "Just more flavorful this way I'm finding. And yes, I'll be wearing a little more than this when I go out," she said with a dry wit.

Trent polished off his plate soon after, checked his watch, and then got right up. "Well I gotta go. Wish me luck," he said as he bent down to kiss her on her forehead. When he did, he was a little surprised how hot her skin was. Thinking little of it as he was in a rush, he waved at her as he left, with her just sitting there with a content look on her face.

From the moment Trent arrived at work, things were hectic. People were running around, he was being bothered constantly for help with things unrelated to his presentation, and barely had time to eat anything for lunch. He wound up eating a personal pizza around two in the afternoon with just thirty minutes until the start of the event.

After freshening up in the bathroom and grabbing his note cards lined with bullet points for his presentation on maintaining customer satisfaction while maximizing workflow sustainability in a 21st century dynamic marketplace. It was a presentation he had given before mostly so he wasn't too worried but the hall seated five hundred and it was being livecasted online to who knows how many, so that weighed on his mind somewhat. As things got under way and the first presenters went on, he headed to the green room behind the stage to wait for his turn while watching the steam set up on the tv there.

With thirty minutes to go, Trent was feeling relaxed and confident. Problem now was the waiting and the person on now was talking about data security and things he wasn't interested in. That's when he received a text from Nicole.

'Ready for the big presentation?' she asked, to which he replied to confidently. They then chatted a bit as she talked about getting things ready at home for him. When he pressed her why, she was slower to respond. When she finally did, he was just checking his tie in the mirror before heading out.

"What the hell is this?" he asked himself as he walked out of the green room, into the hall, and then into the back of the stage area. What Nicole had sent appeared to be pure gibberish but wasn't entirely unpronounceable. "'Sa'har derwitly... bid-ak-hilly, ageunew fhalana'? Either Nicole had a seizure while typing or that was a not what she was trying to send," he laughed to himself.

But as he texted her a joke and said he loved her, there was a faint, warm tingling that was pulsing from his gut. Thinking it was just nerves, he pocketed his phone while reaching into his other pocket for some antacids he always kept on hand for such occasions. After downing a couple, he tried to shake off any tension before moving closer to where the stage manager was.

"How are we doing on time?" Trent asked the man while also glancing onto the stage from the left.

"We're running a little long. Might have to cut yours a little short, Trent. Is that a problem?" the stage manager said.

Trent smiled with relief. "No worries by me. I don't like going on last anyway so the faster I'm off, the better."

"I don't blame ya. I just want it to be the weekend already," the man replied, sounding like he had been through it that day as well.

After a few more words, Trent went over to the host for everything, who also was looking worn down. He handed Trent a card to make sure the introduction was all correct before the crowd began their applause for the current presenter as they finished up.

"I'll be brief and try to come out with some energy. I think most people are asleep right now," the presenter said before downing a cup of water and heading out onto stage.

But as he watched the host and current speaker chat briefly, Trent couldn't help but feel a strange tingling at the base of his spine. It was uncomfortable at first and had him itching at it before feeling the bulge of something there where there shouldn't have been. As his eyes began to go wide, Trent quickly moved his hand down the back of his pants so he could be sure he was feeling what he thought.

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Am I growing a tail?" he asked himself in a panic while feeling the bulge growing, both internally and with his hand.

"What was that, Trent?" the stage manager asked from behind.

Trent quickly pulled his hand out from behind him and tried to act calm and collected. "Nothing. Just warming up my tongue," he excused before going back to his growing panic. He stood there, watching the stage, while the tingling continued and brought more growth to what had to be a tail of some kind.

'But Nicole isn't even here? How did this happen?' he hurriedly wondered while watching the speaker exit to mild applause towards him.

"Great talk, Kristin," he congratulated as the woman approached.

"You think? I felt like I was talking to zombies out there," she complained while also catching her breath. "Best of luck, Trent. I'm sure you'll nail it. You always do," Kristin said with an encouraging shake of Trent's hand.

"Thanks. Nothing quite like being the show's anchor, right?" he joked, even as the nub of his tail started wiggling between his ass cheeks. He could only pray that the changes were slow, hidden, and that he could make it home in time to curse Nicole out for doing this to him.

"And without any more talk, here to talk about customer solutions and new markets, Trent Mercer!" the host announced, forcing Trent to walk out of habit alone.

'What am I thinking?' he thought to himself as the spotlight turned on him and the audience began clapping again. As he walked, Trent could feel his tail growing but more than that, the tingling had also spread to his asshole which was feeling odd as well. By the time he reached the podium and shook the host's hand, taking the microphone in the process, Trent could only hope the changes would be slow and not humiliating. Taking his note cards and phone from his pocket to set down on the podium, he took a deep breath to calm himself before talking.

"Good afternoon everyone. I know we've had a long day so I don't plan to keep you long. But for the time I have you, I'd like to at least keep you somewhat entertained and I think I know how..." Trent began his talk like he did most before seamlessly drifting into the talk. It was only because of experience that he wasn't a total wreck at the start but as things gradually progressed, it got harder to maintain.

Five minutes in and the tail was now starting to sprout hairs while at least keeping to the shape of his ass as it got longer. The dark blue pants he had on were a saving grace but the tingling around his asshole was getting harder and harder to ignore. What he was feeling was his asshole starting to pucker, grow, and darken while pushing against his skin. To try and relieve the feeling, he paced around the stage a little but found relief fleeting.

But as more time passed, things began to get worse. His bowels began to ache and growl while his tail was beginning to twitch and move more on its own. The hairs it had grown were also tickling his butt now, causing him to return to the podium to stand still rather than let the sensation continue. As he stood there, Trent could feel a magical feeling creep from his puckered brown asshole, down his taint, and into his balls. This feeling was followed by his testicles getting very warm; like a gentle hand was caressing him. It was only when a fart escaped him that Trent was truly on edge.

Thankfully, no one in the audience seemed to notice but he had heard it and it was still echoing in his mind. It did not help that a gurgling in his bowels soon followed that had him clenching up as best he could. When the smell of his gas finally reached his nose, he had to take a moment to drink some water to stop himself gagging.

Time was passing by slowly to him now and he was talking out of practice and memory while more and more of his mind was becoming concerned about the changes taking his body. More farts eked out of him, and while he kept most quiet, they were beginning to stink up the stage to the point of the people in the first row starting to notice by scrunching their noses. To make matters worse, despite not a single arousing thought in his head, he could feel his dick getting hard.

'Keep it together, Trent. You're doing fine,' he told himself.

Glancing down at his notes for the third bullet point, his phone happened to light up- silently, thankfully- with a message from Nicole whose preview merely read 'Neigh'. The gears in Trent's mind, overworked already, took a few moments to decipher the text before just moving a little caused his balls, which had apparently swollen up later, to bobble between his legs.

'She can't be serious. Not now. Not a horse,' a secretly panicking Trent tried to tell himself while his tail was now really bulging and trying to wag behind him in his pants. He was worried his boxer briefs might not hold up much longer so he began to speed up his speech and cut parts out to try and hurry things along.

Another couple minutes into his talk and Trent can feel himself starting to sweat. His pants were starting to feel tight around his waist and ass as both were gradually starting to grow. This troubling change was making him worried about making it off the stage without looking like some sort of freak. The only saving grace so far was that the tingle that preceded his changes had mostly avoided his head, hands, and feet so far but he wasn't sure how much longer that would last. So he started talking even faster and moving onto the next point.

Ten minutes gone with Trent starting to feel the strain in a number of ways. His leather belt was aching while he could feel his underwear starting to cut into his skin as he started gradually putting on weight on his ass and hips. As casually as he could, he snuck his hands to the front of his hands while behind the podium and undid his belt, relieving a lot of stress and allowing his gut and sides to bulge out. Trent tried belting himself again but as he was doing it blind, while still talking, he struggled to find a notch. In the end, he forced it through a piece of the leather near the tip, making it so the belt just barely fit on him now.

He knew he had to wrap it up soon or his belt might literally snap off his body. As this worry took over and he started editing down more and more of his talk, more gurgling and aching returned to his bowels. Hoping to relieve some stress, he relaxed his asshole a little, only for a flood of oversized turds to fill his already tightened underwear.

Trent's voice caught in his throat and all he could do was cough and try not to lose it. As he glanced over the front row, no one seemed to have noticed but, judging by the odor that was now permeating around him, that wouldn't last for long.

'I just fucking shit myself on stage. This is a nightmare,' Trent thought as he only just started talking again, having skipped ahead in his presentation some. So with the smell of horse shit in the air, his tail wagging, and midsection swelling, Trent sped through the remainder of his talk with little care for what it did to the schedule.

What was also still trouble was that his erection had not ceased since sprouting up, even after making the mess. His balls were also still tingling as they were now swollen three times their original size, causing him to bulge just as awkwardly in the front of his pants as the back. The base of his cock was also throbbing particularly hard as it was starting to gain thickness.

"So, to wrap up," Trent finally got to, happy to finally be at the end. As he looked over the crowd though, many now had sour faces as the smell, unlike with his previous farts, was not going away. People were beginning to talk and look around for the source, while the man on stage was visibly sweating. "And with that, I think you'll find that the rewards are entirely worth the effort. Thank you," he finished, letting out a relieved sigh before quickly grabbing his phone and note cards. Using one hand to wave, with the other her pushed his erection down as best he could before quickly turning and heading stage left.

As he moved, he could feel the shit in his pants shift around and he again prayed in his head that his underwear would hold. He was so distracted in the moment, he almost ran into the host who shook his hand and got Trent to stop and wave to the clapping audience. Trent did as little as possible, smiling and quickly waving, before pulling his hand from the host and hurrying off stage.

"You were over four minutes fast," the stage manager said to Trent as he speed walked by.

"Sorry, sorry. Kinda lost track of things out there," Trent said in passing while trying to walk as normal as possible. He was thankful for the darkness of the backstage area, lest he see his bulges. However as he was about to go through the back doors he could overhear the stage manager talking through the headset.

"Yeah, there is some horrid odor back here. Like we're outside and upwind of a barn," he joked before Trent hurried out.

Once in the hallway, he had to plan out what to do. He had to get back to his desk, get his things, and then get down to the car park as quickly as possible. Normally this might take ten minutes but he was in a rush and his bowels were still aching. First things first, he headed for the nearest bathroom and once in, made for the first stall.

With as much effort and care as he could, Trent undid his pants, pulled them down somewhat, and then managed to get his underwear down too enough so that the turds he made could plop down into the toilet. Just the loud sound and splash was enough to make Trent feel utterly foolish to have given Nicole this sort of power over him.

He wiped as best he could before looking back at himself. His ass was definitely swollen bigger but his cheeks were also slightly more parted, with the skin down the center a darker, more leather brown color which faded into a lighter brown as it spread over his ass until it blended into with his skin. But that brown was gradually spreading and even more noticeably was the long, hairy horse tail he had partially formed too. It was a lot of trouble to shove into the back of his pants again but he managed.

Trent thought about trying to relieve his erection but knew he didn't have the time for it. Plus he heard someone enter the bathroom so he couldn't linger. Quickly flushing while trying to zip up his pants, Trent was trying not to curse loudly at his inability to get his pants stay up. Finally he did get it but couldn't button them and his belt could still only barely fit, but it was enough. Even better because as he unlocked the stall down and stepped out, the toilet began to overflow behind him.

"Fuck," he cursed, causing the man at the urinal to look over and notice the water splashing on the floor.

"Damn dude. What did you eat?" the man asked while Trent hurriedly washed his hands.

Unable to answer, Trent rushed out of the bathroom without even drying his hands and went as fast as he could towards the stairs, as he didn't want to risk running into anyone on the elevator. However, though he only had two stories to climb, he realized that his larger hips made ascending the stairs quite tricky. And he almost fell backwards more than once.

By the time he reached his floor, he was out of breath and wincing at the discomfort of his pants being so tight. With his attention so set on his lower body, he doesn't notice the tingling starting in his ears, causing them to begin to push to a point. He instead open the door to the floor and made for his desk as quietly and quickly as possible.

There were more people around than Trent would have liked, as he felt he needed to keep his body in motion in order to hide all the strange bulges in his pants. Soon he was also feeling his dress shirt getting tighter on him as the tingling was spreading. This led to Trent noticing his ears and while he wanted to touch them to be sure they were changing, he didn't want to draw attention either. So he kept his head down and kept moving until at last reaching his desk area.

Gathering his few things into his work backpack, he spied something under his desk that could actually prove useful. He had to kneel down rather than squat, or else risk ripping his pants open, but he was able to reach his black trench coat which he had left there some weeks back after a rainy day and had forgotten to bring home.

"Seems my forgetfulness pays off for a change," he said as he can't imagine a better cover for his changes, even if it was a sunny day out.

Backpack on and coat over that, Trent didn't even bother to double check that he had everything because he could feel his bowels groaning again, which caused a spurt of growth in his tail. He did think to grab the small mirror from his desk to check if his ears were indeed changing. When he saw they were somewhat pointed, like he was some elf, he hoped it wasn't so noticeable to draw any attention.

Tossing the mirror back and grabbing his car keys, Trent was ready to go and after a quick check to make sure no one was around, he made for the stairs once again.

'Going down should be easier than up. Though doing sixteen floors will be a chore,' he thought as his pants felt very tight now and the seams were definitely starting to open up.

A stroke of luck though as the people he had seen before appeared to have cleared out, making him a little less nervous and a lot less worried about being seen. This luck was quickly undercut when Trent stopped dead in his tracks and saw a mass of people in the one hallway, all sticking out of the one break room. It took only a glance of plates in their hands to realize it was cake and someone's birthday party. But this was also the only way to the stairs, other than going around and past a lot of people.

With no other option, Trent turned and headed for the elevators. As he moved, it was clear that his clothes were starting to be a problem for him. His dress shirt was feeling tight across the chest, the back, and at his belly while his pants not only felt like they were too tight, but also not long enough as he could feel his cuffs knocking on his shins.

With just a corner to go and no one in sight, Trent thought he was in the clear. That's what Vanessa, one of the VPs of the firm, stepped out of her office and into his path intentionally. He dug in his heels to stop in time but was tempted to just push by her.

"In a rush, Trent?" she asked slowly. "And what's with the getup? I think it's sunny until at least Sunday," she added as she sipped a cup of tea.

"Yeah, actually kind of am in a rush, Vanessa. You know normally I love to chat but things to do," Trent told her with an insistent tone, hoping that she would drop her usual attitude for just once to allow him to pass.

"Still doesn't explain the coat," she pointed out without moving.

Trent felt his belly growl again while his tail started flicking madly behind him. "I'm just now remembering to take it home. Felt like wearing it rather than carrying. Make sense?" he responded quickly.

The answer didn't seem to satisfy Vanessa but she happily moved on to another topic. "How did your presentation go? Was the audience riveted?" The sarcasm in her tone was grating to Trent who could feel the seam down in the inner left thigh ripping open.

"Was, ummmm, good. Yeah, just, good. Felt kinda rushed but got through it," he said quickly as he could, clearly trying to speed things along.

"Only good? And rushed? Usually we can't get you to stop talking," she quipped.

"Yeah, yeah. Funny, right? Anyway, I really gotta get going," he said as he made a move to push by her.

He got a few steps before she spoke up again. "I forgot to mention, on Monday we'll be doing your quarterly review. I'll have a look at your presentation this weekend so we can talk it over. Sounds good?"

Trent stopped dead and shivered at the thought of another review with Vanessa, the micro-managing and nitpicking queen. Still, he turned and smiled at her. "Sounds great. Can't wait."

She raised her cup to him. "You have a good weekend, Trent. Hope it's productive for you."

"Me too." Without another word, Trent kept walking and turned the corner. To his relief, no one was waiting for either of the elevators on this floor at least. Better chance of getting to the parking level without company.

Hitting the down button as if his life depended on it, Trent could feel his insides churning. He bent forward slightly to try and alleviate the sensation but it only caused his hips to ache. Trent could only look up and watch as the one lift climbed its way up. More farts were escaping his ass now which quickly brought back an unwelcome smell. So when the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Trent couldn't jump into it fast enough.

Hitting the button for P2 and then the close door button, he was taking short breaths to try and keep himself together. The doors finally closed and once they did, Trent breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed for a moment. As a direct consequence, his very equine asshole opened and out poured a torrent of horse turds but unlike last time where he was able to stop himself, Trent was unable to pinch himself off. So his pants quickly filled and with the seam down the back already at the point of breaking, what followed was inevitable.

"Fuck. Damn it Nicole," complained Trent just as the back of his pants tore open and his underwear, which had already shredded, gave way and soon he could hear the pile growing between his legs. He shut his eyes hard and tried to imagine this wasn't really happening but as the smell filled the small space and he could feel his tail lifting, there was no running from.

As the elevator came closer to the bottom floor, Trent retrieved his things from his pants pockets and put them into his coat's. He could feel that his gut and ass was still growing and with his pants compromised, they were really only going to slow him down. Undoing his belt brought some relief but not as much as undoing his zipper and pulling his pants down to his knees; the further he could get them before he couldn't bend over more. Just as the lift reached the second parking level, with all the might he could muster, he pulled his legs apart and was able to tear his parts apart.

Freed from his pants and now naked below the waist, this allowed Trent, when he was closing the front of his coat, to notice that his cock was now a lot thicker than it was, with a darker color to it. To speak nothing of his baseball sized testicles which pulsed with life. Trying not to think too much about his growing horse cock, he just buttoned up the front of his coat and best he could to hide what's happened.

Trent then left the elevator, leaving behind a pile of horse turds and what remained of his pants and underwear. He could only hope they didn't suspect he was the culprit of the mess come Monday. He also thought about if there was a camera in the elevator but as he staggered towards his car, he had other things to worry about. Like getting home safely.

He didn't think he parked far away but as he struggled to walk, it sure seemed that way. As he walked by other vehicles, he caught glimpses of himself and his ears were now clearly starting to grow longer and pointier. So when he saw others walking to their cars, Trent did his best to not be seen, lest they spy his ears or the odd way he was walking. So it was a great relief when he finally saw his car and he could better hide himself. He fumbled with his keys a bit before unlocking it and getting in, only to encounter his first problem: he was taller and his ass fatter, so he didn't quite fit.

"Shit, shit, shit," he cursed while using the slow automatic seat adjustment to work. The seat lower and slid back as far as they could which allowed Trent to just fit comfortably. But there wasn't any room for expansion. Still, he shut the car door and started the engine before turning on the air conditioning to full blast to help with all the sweat he was producing.

Sitting back in his chair and letting the cool air wash over, Trent closed his eyes and took a moment to try and calm down. It wasn't a long drive home but it would likely still be difficult. He took to planning the route out in his head, which went fine at first until his route took him out of town and to a farm he had visited with Nicole during an apple picking outing. At first he wondered why his mind there until memories of the horses there came back to him. Then as he began to imagine the horses there turning around so that their rears faced him and lifted their tails, the vivid image of a mare's cunt cut through his mind and shocked his eyes open.

"What the hell was that about?" he asked himself before looking down and seeing his cock bulge in his jacket. After unbuttoning the front, he saw the hard, slightly mottled in color, penis with his still swelling balls beneath. Just the sight of his own changing penis was enough to really start turning the man on, which only caused his cock to harden and seemingly change more as well. It wasn't long before he could feel an orgasm coming. "No, no, not here," he groaned.

But like with the mess in the elevator and the days before when it happened, his body was set on relieving itself of his human sperm and wasn't going to be stopped. All Trent could do was tilt his body to the right and point his somewhat mushroomed cock head towards the passenger seat just as he began to spill his load.

Hips quivering as he came, his eyes were shut again and his mind trying to fend off thoughts of mare cunts. Again his focus meant he didn't notice the tingling that was in his ears spread to his face. Here his nose soon started getting broader before his nostrils twitched and began stretching wider. This was soon followed by more of his face looking swollen, with splotches of his skin turning brown appearing like they were up and down his torso, but he had failed to notice yet.

After draining the last few drops from himself, Trent relaxed back in his seat and opened his eyes only for them to go wide at the sight down his fattened nose. Pulling down the sun visor and opening the mirror there, he could see just how much his face had changed in just a couple of minutes.

"I need to get home fast," he told himself while flipping up the visor and shifting the car into reverse to back out. Trent drove as quickly as he could to exit the car park because he could feel the tingling change starting to work down his legs more and into his ankles. Knowing full well he couldn't drive with hooves, he tried to rush but was soon slowed down by other cars. "Not now. Please, not now!" he groaned as he saw the line of nine or so vehicles lined up as they were trying to pull out onto the street.

Sitting there, he could feel his balls pulsing bigger still, making him spread his legs as much as he could within the footwell. His tail was also unhappy, and still growing, as it tried to wag but couldn't behind him. He was also still letting out horse farts, filling the car with a stink that he was sadly getting used to. Trent would have rolled the windows down but him still feeling heated and needing the air conditioning, he decided to just sit in it. He did however dig his phone out of his pocket, since he had some time, and went to text Nicole.

He had a few notifications on his phone, the first he noticed being from his bank about a charge from a farm supply store to his savings account. At nearly eight-hundred dollars, Trent's mind raced with what the charge could have been.

"As if I didn't have enough to worry about," he grumbled with his voice sounding a little deeper and more nasal.

Going to his texts, he saw the original 'Neigh' message along with it repeated a few times but there was also one about getting him a present but having to use his account to get it. 'You'll thank me later' was her last message. With how the change had gone so far, he didn't exactly see himself thanking Nicole for anything. Especially that she used his account without asking. It was so unlike her and was troubling but he soon had bigger things to worry about as his ankles and feet began to tingle and cramp.

The line had only moved ahead three cars since he started waiting and with cars now behind him, Trent was locked into this plan now. He would have conceded to loving the idea of becoming a horse but why couldn't she wait until he got home?

"How did she even do it? She wasn't here," Trent asked himself while he texted his grievances to her, including the ruined pants and asking what the money was for.

Trent's face started tingling again and soon after he could feel his jaws push forward somewhat before his nose got even wider. He was thankful for his tinted windows in this moment more than ever before as coworkers walked by his stopped car and could have peered right in if they wanted to and seen a freakish creature.

Cars moved slowly and by the time Trent was second in line, his cock was over a foot long and, partially erect, mottled, and with his butt larger, it was resting against the steering wheel. It was also considerably thicker too, which caused more arousal in the man already feeling it from his testicles. When his phone buzzed, he checked it hoping for some answers or an apology but instead got something unexpected.

'Send a dick pic, babe. I wanna see,' was the text and reading it caused his heart to flutter momentarily. It made him forget his frustration, and the fact his toes were merging and his shoes looked fit to burst, and instead do as was requested. It was hard to get all of it in frame but Trent snapped the picture and sent it back to Nicole. No sooner was it sent and received then he got a reply: 'Very nice. Your present will be waiting ;)'.

'What is this woman doing to me?' Trent thought as his heart again felt like it would beat out of his chest from sheer excitement. That he was looking down at the phone with a short snout in the way was especially pleasing to the man who had dreamed about the point of view many times before. But as he thought about the good, he could also feel that his shoes were now getting so tight but knew he couldn't reach down to even unlace them.

All at once the changes started hitting his feet hard and with enough force that his dress shoes ripped apart, revealing the strange combination of foot and forming hoof he had. It didn't help that in the dark of the footwell, he couldn't quite see well but he could feel.

"No, not yet. Not now," he begged his feet as he couldn't wiggle or even feel his toes anymore.

What finally took his attention away from his feet was the sudden and loud honking going on behind him. Trent suddenly remembered where he was again and saw no one in front of him and a quick glance to his rearview mirror showed the angry people behind him.

Hurriedly pushing the gas pedal down with his malformed foot, the car bolted forward out of the carpark and right into the traffic. Trent had to steer hard right to avoid hitting a large SUV there and only just managed to break enough to not crash. There were more honking horns now but he ignored them and got into traffic towards his house.

"Come on, come on. Some of us are turning into horses," complained Trent as he resisted the urge to honk his own horn. The road was always a bit busy and Fridays were always worse, but today it seemed especially bad as Trent felt like they were inching along. It didn't help that with every breath, it felt like his torso was getting bigger. Or that every breath smelled like horse manure.

Despite the AC blowing like mad, Trent was still feeling heated. And in more ways than one. His light blue dress shirt was drenched through with sweat all over while also looking two sizes too small on his frame. There was also the sexual heat produced by his changing genitals. He would look down at himself often, seeing his cock getting thicker while his scrotum had darkened considerably. His testicles were still growing and the sensation of them filling was causing pleasurable thoughts to spark in his mind.

His phone buzzed again with another message from Nicole, this time a picture. With him waiting at a stoplight to the feeling of his feet getting heavier and more oddly cramped, Trent decided to check his phone for a distraction and received one. When the picture loaded, it was of a transformation drawing he always loved, showing a panting man half turned into a horse with a mare presenting right in front of him.

"Damn her. Where did she find that?" he wondered as he quickly locked his phone and set it in the center console to get it out of his sight. But it was too late and he was already thinking about the picture more from memory and of being in the same position as the guy in the picture. "Only I don't get a real mare," he said, though he felt a little ashamed for admitting it.

Traffic cleared up more the more into the suburbs he got and started making the turns towards his house, though he was tempted to turn towards the countryside and find a horse farm. But the continued changing of his feet was causing serious issues with ability to handle accelerating and breaking so the extra distance wasn't a good plan. Nicole also wouldn't be able to change him back and he would be stuck as an animal forever.

That thought, which should have been scary, instead turned Trent on more.

Some relief came when he finally turned on his street. His head was really pushing into the ceiling and he was cocking it to the side in order to make it home. It made driving very hard but so did the snout and smell. He could only hope to get the stink out at an auto detailer. Pulling into his driveway, he tapped the button to open the garage but once it opened, he saw not only Nicole's car, but a large rental trailer in his spot.

"What the hell is that? I need to park inside," he complained as he tried to think of what to do. His feet began to tingle more and soon his right foot was pushing the accelerator and revving the engines. Quickly shifting into park, he knew he had to get inside quickly because any time spent thinking could end up trapping him inside his car as a horse.

Trent buttoned up the front of his coat again, pushing his equine crossed penis down to try and fit properly. After doing the best he could, he went to take his keys out, only to notice that his index and middle fingers had merged partially. Quickly pulling out the keys, he opened the car door with haste and attempted to get himself out of the car, but he was sort of stuck.

"Shit, no. Come on," Trent told himself as he tried to pull his legs out but with the way his pelvis and hips were now made that appeared impossible. So after quickly checking to make sure no one was looking, Trent reached out of the car door with his hands until he could reach the pavement. Once he did, he started walking himself forward while trying to twist and contort his lower half in order to extricate it from his car. "Come on, come on, come on," he continued to tell himself under his breath.

At first it didn't seem to be working but with some effort was able to at least get his legs out of the footwell and into the passenger seat. From there, with his ass feeling particularly large in that moment, he moved forward quickly and was finally able to get his legs out, though the first sound he heard was almost like the clop of hooves as his feet hit the pavement of the driveway.

'I need to get inside now,' was all he could think as he felt his tail finally swing free but also brought back the feeling like he was going to shit himself again.

Using the car door, he climbed up and got himself on just two legs again but his body wanted to full forward onto all fours again. Part of that was physical, to relieve the strain on his midsection, but also mental, in that his mind was trying to tell him to go onto his hands as well. Trent was troubled by this but kept going. He shut the door and started towards the garage but found he was barely able to walk, let along stay upright.

"Just a little further. I can do this," he told himself. But he was farting more, his stance was widening more, and now his hands were growing out as some fingers merged while others just shrunk away. "Oh shit, it's speeding up."

The observation didn't seem to be wrong, as he finally got into the garage, a surge of growth rippled up his spine and upon hitting his skull, he became dizzy and disoriented. This led to him falling forward onto his malformed hands with a grunt. He was about to attempt to get to two legs again when his shoulders popped loudly, following but his shoulders getting broader and his arms becoming less flexible.

If that wasn't enough, just a moment of concentration loss when feeling trapped on four legs and still visible from the street led to asshole opening like in the elevator and unloading yet more horse manure. Disgusting as it was, it did bring some relief to his aching guts. He soon was letting out a hot stream of urine as he finally understood the relief a racehorse must feel.

"Jeez, you couldn't do that outside?" Trent heard Nicole ask as he raised his head to see her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Her hair was all black now, a dye job he thought, with bangs. Dressed in a tight black dress which was rather revealing, she was looking at her boyfriend with a mixture of revulsion and pride that he could read on her face.

"Why didn't you wait until I got home?" Trent asked as he pushed out the last few turds. "And could you close the garage door? Please?"

The request seemed to amuse her but she hit the button and the door did gradually close. "Better?" she asked.

Only when it closed all the way did Trent not. "Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome," answered Nicole. She then stepped back into the house a little, as if to make room for him. "And to answer your first question, I guess I just wanted to surprise you. You still made it home in one piece, didn't you?"

Trent wanted to answer but first finished emptying himself and then walked forward on all fours towards her. "It was definitely a surprise but, well, this isn't the first mess I've made. And that drive home was freakin' dangerous," he complained as the buttons of his shirt started to pop off from his torso really backing on the mass, in both muscle and fat.

"And yet you still made it home and I bet you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she asked like a challenge.

Reaching the three steps that led up to the back door, Trent moved carefully, only to find himself too wide to go through at first. With a little effort and twisting like he did to get out of his car, he did finally get into the kitchen, where the sound of stomping hooves was louder.

"Come on, let's get you out back. You're just gonna keep getting bigger, hun," Nicole tells him while trying to lead him on.

"Bigger? How much bigger?"

"The spell should be turning you into a Clydesdale, so, pretty big I'd say."

Her answer made him shiver again as they thought of being about as big as he could get as a horse was right up his alley. Still, she was right to think he wouldn't fit in the house but he wasn't exactly eager to go back outside either. They had a tall, wooden fence surrounding it all but it wouldn't take much for someone to notice a stallion peeking over the top.

"Do I have to go outside? People could see me," a concerned Trent said as he walked from kitchen to carpet.

"You think you'll fit in here? Without breaking everything? You'll be fine, hun. No one will notice until it's too late to even recognize Trent." The suggestion from her alone is enough to get him more excited at the prospect of the final transformation, but he still had a ways to go.

As he moved on all fours, he would look down and see his hands continuing to change with every strained step he took. He was also feeling even hotter as it felt like Nicole had the thermostat up to an oven temperature. But that could just be the change. Candles had swapped places with lamps and lights too apparently, but it did help cover up the stink that followed Trent.

When they reached the back door, Trent was at least thankful that it was a sliding glass door that was wider. So it was better suited to his new girth but he was still nervous about going out just yet. In an effort to stall, he went back to those burning questions in his mind.

"So how did you change me anyway? You always had to touch or at least point at me before," he asked as he stopped a few steps short of the door.

Nicole stood in front of the door and crossed her arms, but didn't seem put off by the questions. "Oh, the breakfast you ate this morning might have been laced with some latent magic we know. Then all it took was you saying the right spell, that gibberish I texted you, to activate it. Other than that, we did make sure the changes didn't happen too fast at work. It also explains why your changes are speeding up now that you're close to home." As she talked, sounding both confident and alluring, Trent noticed the dark shade of lipstick that she had on and beyond that, Nicole's teeth almost looked sharper.

"You're really getting the hang of this magic stuff, aren't you?" Trent tried to joke. His ribs were starting to tingle especially bad now as each breath widened the man more.

Nicole gave a nod. "Definitely am," she said while admiring her own hand and the red nail polish she had on.

"Oh, and what was with that charge on my account? What the hell did you buy? That money was for my office you know," he pointed out.

Bemused by the question, Nicole walked towards Trent and then around to his left. She then took off his coat and tossed it off to the side to get a better look at him apparently. "Well, we had an idea yesterday which was part of the problem. Last minute ideas often have that problem," she explained as she knelt down beside him. "So we had to buy something that most rent and pay extra to have it delivered today. That's why the trailer is in the garage. It sounds excessive, we know, but you won't regret it. Especially since it gets to work out this new meat of yours."

A second later and Trent could feel Nicole's hand try to wrap around the thickness of his cock. She then started to stroke up and down the length of it, making Trent even harder. "Oh hun, I didn't, didn't know you'd be interested in that," a heated Trent panted. Her hand continued to work him and perhaps was the reason while his cock was really starting to grow now.

"As if we could resist something like this. You certainly enjoy it... and these are some pretty big balls too," she added as her hand could barely cup just one of his testicles. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she watched with pleasure as it sent waves through Trent, causing more of his body to grow, more of his skin to darken and sprout horse hairs, and his face to push out even more. "You were always a bigger lad, Trent, but this is another level entirely. Not something I can really handle," she admitted as she finally let go of his cock and stood up.

Trent felt his cock bounce under him as it thumps against his chest, he can't quite believe how long he is. Or that he's not even done yet.

Walking back in front of Trent, Nicole went to the door and pulled it open. "If we wait much longer, you won't fit. So come on, let's go, Trent. Your big surprise is waiting for you out there," she encouraged while waving him on.

Trent hesitated, though not out of fear, so much as a big change making its appearance. Taking a deep breath first, he could feel his ribs and chest pushing and growing out. This forced his neck and head upwards and back between his muscled shoulders. He took maybe one step before feeling very shaky.

"I need some help. I can't see well at the moment," Trent complained.

Nicole approached again, this time giving the man a pat on the head first. "Come on, just follow us and put one hoof in front of the other. Okay?"

Trent wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or trying to help but as he felt his ass cheeks spread wide, exposing his turd dispenser of an asshole before his long, dark brown colored tail came to rest over it. But it also forced his legs to start moving which was pushing him in the right direction. Slowly but surely, he made his way through the door and out onto their wooden deck, where his hoof falls were especially loud.

He hurried forward and down some steps to finally reach the grass which he could only vaguely feel under his thickening hooves. What he did appreciate somewhat more was the smells of the outdoors which weren't too dissimilar from when he was a dog, though not as strong. Still, there was relief in not feeling so confined.

"Let me get these bits of clothing off you. Pretty sure you ruined these socks and that shirt," Nicole said as she tugged at Trent's shirt which was all it took to rip the clothing off. Trent did not even notice that socks remained, though he had ripped through them and they were little more fabric around his former ankles. Here, white hairs were starting to sprout in contrast to the brown hair elsewhere. They ripped away easily too, leaving Trent naked at last and somewhere between horse and man, with the latter losing out more and more.

Trent finally felt his neck tingling and it was a welcome change. As his shoulders had developed and packed on muscle, his head had felt like it was stuck in-between two growing mountains but with his neck finally lengthening, and thickening, he was able to see more.

"That's it, let the horse out, hun. I know that magic is bubbling inside you," Nicole encouraged while she walked around him. She ran her fingers over his bulging and sweaty skin, watching the bones and meat beneath move and readjust, taking her man and making him a properly large horse. She knelt down under him again, looking to see his belly covered with brown hair while the flesh of a sheath was stitching its way down from his crotch and up his belly. Even with that, several inches of still thickening and lengthening cock was there.

"I feel so, so big," Trent huffed with a deep, burly voice as his neck cracked out even longer.

Again he felt Nicole's hand on his cock and this time it was hard to not enjoy it. "Isn't it every guy's dream to be hung like a horse? You're definitely gonna be huge. It's as thick as a soda can at least and longer than my arm. And still growing!" she teased by giving his cock good squeeze.

Her words were encouraging in more ways than one, as Trent could feel the changes surging ahead through him, thickening his bones and making his arms and legs longer and thicker. He would kick and move his hooves, feeling more strength in each one as his muscles continued to grow. Trent never thought about how much strength came along with being a stallion but as a Clydesdale especially, he was bulking up to a massive degree.

There were more cracks and pops of bone in his hips until, at last, Trent felt actually comfortable on his hindlegs. It also finally gave his balls proper room to move now, as they swelled with more seed. Nicole moved behind him and, while biting her lower lip, again reached out to cup Trent's swelling balls.

"Jeez, these things are getting huge. They're like melons," she told him, knowing full well he loved to hear it. "And they're filled with white gold, so far as sperm sales go." Trent continued to feel pleasure as she caressed his sack before letting them go. Once she did, and the pleasure faded a bit, a familiar rumbling in his bowels returned.

"You might wanna move from there," warned Trent roughly.

Nicole took the hint and stepped around him. Once she was out of the way, he lifted his tail and let out yet another torrent of turds without much care.

"You know, you're cleaning all these messes up when you're turned back," Nicole remarked while watching the manure pile behind him grow. "Though, it is something of a side effect of feeding you the magic rather than casting it normally. You're a bit more, well, full."

Trent just stared ahead and let it happen.

As he relieved himself, the changes to his neck started making it a lot thicker while also sprouting longer hairs down the back which were darker than the rest of the brown hair on his body. It matched the dark color and type of hair now on his head and would form the basis of his coming mane. But it was the tightening of his throat and voice box that he felt most keenly.

He went to speak but felt the soreness in his throat and could only produce a somewhat strained whinny, which Nicole found amusing.

"I guess you won't be a talking horse," she quipped. "Doesn't mean you can't still be useful."

Flies began to gather around the backside of Trent for obvious reasons as he finally emptied himself completely. He lost nearly nine pounds in waste and yet due to the changes, had put on fifty pounds to compensate. Trotting forward, his tail batted away flies on its own while movement along now felt a lot smoother for Trent.

By now, almost three-quarters of his skin was covered by brown flesh and over half that was sprouting brown horse hairs. He had gone from two-hundred thirty pounds to fifteen-hundred in roughly an hour. His balls had gone from normal to cantaloupes and his cock eight inches to just over two feet, and not quite done either. It was all almost too much to fathom but it was all real.

"Perhaps it's time we showed you your gift? We have it over here under the tarp," Nicole told him before walking towards the garden shed where there was something kind of horse sized, and shaped, thing under a blue tarp.

Trotting after her, Trent could feel more strength entering his body with every step to the point where he was almost tempted to gallop but their yard wasn't really big enough for that. Still, he was feeling energized and powerful, and with the changes still adding muscle and mass to him, he knew he hadn't reached his limit yet.

As they approached the tarp, Trent was curious what she could have bought, especially something that cost that much that could also bring some joy to him as a horse.

"Ready?" she asked him just as he reached her.

With his face still pushing out, and his eyes in particular bulging hard, it was hard for Trent to nod but be managed the best he could.

"Good. Well, meet your temporary new girlfriend, Trent," she said before pulling the tarp away to reveal what appeared to be the torso and rear of a horse cast in rubber or something. It even had a fake tail which, when lifted by Nicole, revealed a rubber mare's cunt. "What should her name be? We like Trixie but if you can offer a better name, we're open to suggestions."

Trent gave another whinny, this time it sounded more properly horse-like.

"Trixie it is then. But yeah, this thing is a top of the line model, they say, and is used to help collect sperm from stallions. Which is what we'll be doing with you momentarily," she winked while giving the rubber haunch of the fake mare a slap.

To Trent, the attraction wasn't exactly there when he saw the jump mare but the open hole of her cunt wasn't entirely unappealing. There was also the fact that Nicole had gone out of her way to get it for him was certainly turning him on even more.

As he watched her going around the front of the mare, he thought, 'She went through all this trouble for me. Not sure if I can fuck a rubber horse though.'

Nicole reemerged with an unmarked spray bottle filled with clear liquid. She wasn't exactly threatening but the way she strolled up him with brimming confidence had Trent wondering what she was planning.

"Let's get a good look at you. See if you're ready," Nicole said as she again began to circle the equine figure.

His hooves were not fully formed and huge, with white hairs around each to give him that more proper Clydesdale look. Almost all of his skin was now dark brown and sprouting brown hairs soon after. She could pet from thigh to neck and never touch skin once. Trent was also getting taller and broader, as he was now becoming not just a horse, but a large draft stallion. She found the sight pleasurable but also took it with a sense of pride too.

'Told you it would work out,' Ven's voice soothed in Nicole's mind as the pair were now almost sharing residence with Nicole's mind now. She had let the demon in more and more, finding her to bring a new vigor and energy to her life. That and the magic was making her feel like a different woman, but a more empowered one. Seeing what she was doing to Trent gave her a great sense of control which only swelled her pride further.

Trent was mostly concerned with his changing skull, at his warped and reshaped in ways that made it a dizzying experience. His snout was now clearly forming with his nostrils pulled all the way down towards his darkening lips. All his teeth got fatter and larger, just like his tongue. Horse hair was also sprouting on his face now too, with brown around the sides while a white blaze of hair covered down the center of his face.

"You really are almost a real Clydesdale now, hun. I really hope that mare can stand you. You're massive," she said, having to now look up at Trent's changing head.

The more hair that covered him, the warmer he felt, the more he relaxed, and sweating soon stopped. Trent's body was feeling fewer and fewer tingles, meaning that the transformation seemed to be reaching its end. He hadn't been a fan of when and where it started, but as of this moment he was rather thrilled. That no neighbors had noticed was an even better bonus.

Returning to the space between Trent's face and the rubber jump mare's backside, Nicole turned to face Trent. She had that spray bottle swinging by her finger. "Since we were such good customers today, they even threw in a special treat," she said before presenting the bottle.

Trent whinnied at her.

"What does it do, you ask? Well, it doesn't do much we guess. It's just mare pheromones in a highly concentrated mixture that's used to get a stallion's interest. They say it drives the animals wild so we figured, why not? Especially if it's free." She beamed a sharp smile at Trent before turning to the rubber mare's backside.

After a bit of knocking the bottle around and pumping the handle, she finally was able to squirt out the pale liquid onto the mare's parts. She sprayed it down so much that it was left dripping wet in the end. Finally pulling away, she sprayed it a couple times in the air before backing away.

"Whew, that is definitely a potent smell. Doesn't do anything for us but what about you, Trent?"

From the very first spritz, Trent's nostrils reflectively started to snort and draw in the scent that was faint at first but soon ballooned in his senses. As Nicole drenched the mare's fake cunt, Trent's mind was racing and running wild with thoughts that were almost entirely stallion based. He wanted to mount, fuck, breed, be many, run in a field, and be a horse forever more. Shaking his head as hard as he could and opening his eyes, he was finally looking down a fully grown snout with the sight of the jump mare right in front of him.

'I'm not totally a horse... but I need to fuck that thing,' he admitted to himself as he started trotting forward.

"This stuff really does work wonders," Nicole noted as he walked by. She also noticed that under him, his now fully grown and formed cock was a massive beast of a thing; with large bulging veins, dark, mottled coloring, and behind it all were those massive balls. "I see the stallion has some sway over you?"

The question came as Trent was using his new tongue to taste as the dripping spray. Just that little bit on his tongue was enough to send his hormones and instincts into overdrive. Trent reared back and snorted, looking like quite the impressive Clydesdale, who was easily over two-thousand pounds and taller than Nicole. Still, she knew she was in the was in the one control here and that Trent was a slave to animal desire.

'The more we change him, the more it seems to suit him,' Ven observed in Nicole's mind.

'You make it sound like he's supposed to be some animal and not the love of my life,' Nicole argued back while watching Trent approach again with intent to mount.

'He sure takes to it well,' was Ven's simple answer as she watched what Nicole did. 'He might need some help, though.'

This observation came as Trent's first attempt to mount went rather poorly, as he thumped his chest into the mare instead, pushing the unit, set on a metal frame, backwards. Nicole responded by coming around the front of the jump mare and making eye contact with Trent.

"You need to get a nice big jump and once you do, there are some stirrups here you can put your hooves into for stability. After that, we're happy to help make the connection," Nicole added with a sexual tease and kiss in Trent's direction.

Snorting again and shaking his head to clear his thoughts as best he could, Trent made a second, third, and fourth attempt unsuccessfully, mostly for missing the initial jump. Just the fifth time he outdid himself and managed to get his front hooves where needed before bringing up his back legs until he could feel the fat and equine head of his cock bump into the rubber of the mare.

"Good boy. Now, let us get you squared away," she told him while walking from the front to the rear. Bending down a little, she reached in between the space of the mare and Trent to first tug her fake tail to the side before carefully, and without shame, grabbed the head of Trent's cock, barehanded, before lining it up with the hole. "Okay, you should be able to push in now, hun," she tells him after backing out and giving his haunch a slap.

Neighing loudly, Trent needed no further encouragement before plunging his massive, throbbing horse cock into the surprisingly warm and wet insides of the fake mare. He was thrilled at the sensation of just how long he was but also how good it felt inside of what was supposed to be just a fake animal.

"We paid really top dollar for her. Self warming and lubricating with a large collection area. We bet you're enjoying your gift greatly right now," she said to him.

His response was to start fucking the mare even harder, as the feeling, the smell, the taste of those pheromones on his tongue, and the sensation of being a massive stallion on the back of something like a mare, made him feel more alive than ever before in his life. With every hurried and greedy thrust, he found himself blurring the lines mentally between horse and man.

The man part thought it was just the body being aroused by the spray that was causing this loss while instincts said that this was the only way to live. Instincts are simple, basic, and rooted in genetics rather than thinking things through. Trent was having to come to terms with the fake he was now hardwired to breed at the moment.

As the massive stallion fucked its toy in the backyard, a few neighbors did stick their heads over to try and see what was happening. Thankfully Matt and Sara weren't home yet and the other neighbors didn't have a clear sight on Trent as the shed, trees, and fence obscured the view too much. Not that Trent, in those moments, would have cared who saw him. All he knew he was a horse and he needed to get off.

Trent kept thrusting, harder and harder, causing the steel frame of the mare to creek under the stallion's massive weight. But it managed and Trent was more than happy to be lost in this blissful sensation that was simply instinctual pleasure.

'He did mention enjoying horses. And we found as much on his computer,' Ven said in Nicole's mind as they both watched Trent.

'Trent seems totally taken with her. You were right, he wouldn't mind taking that money from his account," admitted Nicole.

'I'm right about a great many things, Nicole. I'm just glad I have such an able bodied mind and body to work with. I bet we could even leave Trent an animal like this and he would be happy,' Ven mused before getting lurid thoughts herself. 'Could trick him and say he's a permanent horse for now. Maybe even ship him to a horse farm for a week or so to let him think it's real. Then maybe change him back.

'Only maybe change him back? I think that's all a bit much for what he wants,' Nicole said in Trent's defense.

'And what does he want, Nicole? We've been looking through his favorite pictures and stories all week, and we've learned a lot. The stallion and dog were ones, but I think you know the other pictures we saw that he may enjoy going through...' Ven let the sentence linger rather than finish it.

Nicole seemed a bit flustered. 'Allow the man his kinks, that's what I say. Not like he's hurting anyone right now.'

'Oh, it's not about hurt. Just about doing what's right for Trent. And more importantly, what's right for Nicole.'

Ven had been nothing but supportive and helpful so far with Nicole, helping her with magic and keeping in the back of her mind except for certain moments, but Nicole wound up inviting Ven over more and more to talk until they were quickly good friends. Nicole liked a lot of the confident, alluring, sexual, and creative ways that Ven thought and Ven seemed mostly just thankful to be there. It's why Nicole never removed the necklace. To take it off would mean pushing away Ven, and she was growing to like the demon more and more.

'Being a horse is so good. Soooooo good,' Trent's human mind just kept continually feeling as he couldn't quite get enough the of the feeling of fucking the jump mare. It didn't matter that she was fake, in Trent's mind, he was still about to claim her as his. When finally his balls started to twitch and his orgasm was now quickly approaching. His hindlegs moved up a little closer so he could get as deep as possible. As he did, the head of his cock pushed through some rubber flaps to enter the sperm collection area. With pre already oozing from the head, it wasn't long before a rush of horse sperm shot out in thick ropes. He whinnied loudly as he did.

Nicole walked around the front of the mare again to check the clear plastic collection tub. It looked to be almost a third full already with Trent's cock still spewing more out with no loss in pressure.

"That's a good boy. Glad we got the biggest collection unit they had," Nicole said while looking up at Trent's face. She saw his eyes fluttering with those longer lashes and his ears twitching happily. He was clearly in a state of bliss and she delighted in knowing she was the cause.

With the unit full to the point of overflowing and excess now dripping out the back of the mare, Trent was getting to the end of his orgasm. The bursts of cum now were smaller and less frequent, until at last he was spent and all that was left was oozing from him.

With the help of Nicole, Trent dismounted, with his cock sliding out and covered in cum and lube. Panting, he really did feel spent but standing in front of Nicole, who looked very pleased with herself too, he felt a little embarrassment. More of his normal self control was returning to him.

'At least it was a fake mare this time and she was the one who got it for me. Still, so hard to not be a little embarrassed,' Trent told himself while just shaking his body and wagging his tail.

"So you enjoyed yourself, we take it?" she asked Trent.

He could only nod his head but it got the point across.

"We thought you would," she smiled while walking a little close to him so she could stroke his face. "So what if I told you that the orgasm you just gave yourself made you a stallion for life? How would that make you feel?"

Trent's eyes bugged out, followed by a series of angry whinnies and stomping his hooves.

"Right, right. Silly to ask such questions when you can't even talk. I suppose I should change you back, right?" she asked.

In her head she asked Ven for the spell to counter Trent's changes as she always had. But the demon was less forthcoming this time.

'Perhaps some time spent as a horse would be good for him,' Ven suggested.

'Like, keep him as he is now? I can't have a horse in my backyard. I can't take care of that and I'm pretty sure Trent would freak,' argued Nicole.

'Could easily have him taken to a farm for a fortnight," Ven continued to insinuate.

'Look, let's not talk about this now. Besides, do you think I am going to clean up those horse poop piles he made? That's reason alone to change him back,' reasoned Nicole.

All the while, Trent could feel his cock gradually sliding into its sheath while the rest of his body felt energized and almost wired for action. He looked around the backyard and grumbled because there was simply no room to run like he really wanted. Trent would have given anything to be a farm, to have pastures to run though and mares to take as his own. The life seemed appealing but he knew that it was just the horse talking and not reason.

"Okay, getting the spell now," she told him as he grew a little impatient.

Unsure what to do, Trent stood there but tried to commit as much as he could about being a horse to memory. Sadly when he did so, most of it was attached to feelings of lust or relieving his bowels. When Nicole spoke the words and pointed at Trent, the tingling didn't take long to hit him.

Like the other times, it was a little over ten minutes of awkward changes as Trent's body gradually returned to humanity. Unlike the other changes, the cracking and shifting of bone was really loud and he had trouble standing during multiple parts of the change. Nicole helped him walk towards the back door so that when he was small enough, they could get him in for some privacy. Ven did suggest locking Trent outside but an amusing request aside.

Inside and changing, he managed to knock more than a few tables and chairs over, while also knocking into the corners of walls, often damaging them.

"Try not to make a big mess, okay? We're sort of trying to redo the vibe in the house," she told him after he nicked a corner of the coffee table.

Speech felt like it was the last thing to come back to Trent as his face returned to normal and his neck and throat shrunk back down. Though he was mostly just taking deep breaths at first, while sweating like a pig, his body gradually returned to its old shape. The process left Trent laying on his back in the living room, staring up at the ceiling fan as it provided some cool air to his body.

"So was the horse as good as you thought?" asked Nicole as she sat on the couch, snacking on jalapeno peppers.

Trent took some more breaths to steady himself before answering. "Better. It's so hard to describe, especially because part of it occurred at work and could have gotten me fired," he shot at her, though not with full barbs.

"Okay, we'll admit it was risky but honestly, with it all done now, do you regret it? You seem to enjoy some embarrassing aspects, based on the stories you read, so we thought it would help you. We think it did," she smirked.

The thought of her going through his browser history was a mixture of anger, that she had accessed his computer without asking, and euphoria, because she went through so much to craft an experience he wouldn't forget. He didn't even so much mind the money spent on the jump mare because he couldn't imagine being a stallion without mounting something.

But even still, he wanted to keep at least the facade of preferring humanity. "I might need more days to think on it before I'm that expecting. I just hope I don't come in Monday to emails from my managers requesting an immediate meeting. It might take months before I think of it as sexy," he explained.

Nicole brushed it off with a shrug. "You love it now, you're just not used to being this honest about your fetish, Trent. You can trust Nicole," the woman said a little strangely. "But we promise that come Monday, you'll have no worries whatsoever." She then smiled down at Trent before eating more peppers.

Trent sat up and rubbed his sweaty skin. "Do you think, maybe, we could take a break on transformations until maybe next Friday? Friday night, I mean. When I'm already home from work."

At first the suggestion seemed to sour Nicole's look before a moment where she shut her eyes tight for a few moments before opening them again, and looking more upbeat. "We'll see but sure, we can entertain that thought."

Trent took it as a win and stood up. "Okay, I'll go take a shower. I'm fine ordering pizza tonight if you want," he mentioned as he started to leave.

"Ohhhh, sounds lovely. I'll order your usual and something for us. You have yourself a good shower, hun," Nicole said before blowing him a kiss.

Trent caught it and smiled back at her. "Juries are still out on starting it at work, but I did enjoy the change overall. Even the, ummmm, messier aspects. Strangely... relieving. And reminds me of those... animal feelings I guess."

Nicole barely raised an eyebrow. "Whatever floats your boat, hun."

Nodding in agreeance, Trent then saw himself out of the room and upstairs to the master bathroom. Once inside, instead of his usual shower, he ran a bath. Even added some of the oils that Nicole usually uses to add some fragrance to things before dipping into the hot water. Just the right temperature for him, he quickly found a relaxed position where he could close his eyes and think.

'Why does being an animal feel so good to me? Why do I lose myself so much?' he wondered of himself before thinking more about Nicole and her behavior as of late. Not that he wasn't enjoying her interest in his fetish, or that she was even really taking the lead on it, but whenever she spoke in 'we's' and talked of the demon in a friendly manner, he got worried. 'She's still Nicole, not a demon,' he reassured himself.

He sank into the water a bit more and let his thoughts drift to the horse pleasures he felt and what animals he would want to explore next.

They went to bed together that night at the same time, with Trent feeling tired and Nicole turning in her usual early hour. They kissed, turned off the lights, and snuggled under their sheets for a restful night's sleep.

Trent would dream of being a horse over and over, unable to break the thought except when he remembered being a dog and knotting that border collie. All the dreams felt perfect and he never wanted the dreams to end.

For Nicole, though, this night was less of a dream, or even a nightmare, or more of merger. And a very fateful one at that.

Part V: All Aboard the Succubus

Over the previous few nights, Nicole and Ven had gone from keeping far apart to dining tonight in dreams wherever they wished. Ven talked about magic and spells and the power that came with it and Nicole would talk about herself and Trent. Nicole got more comfortable around Ven and very quickly saw her as a friend and confident. So when she was active in Nicole's mind during Trent's transformation in a stallion, it was perfectly fine to Nicole.

While they usually met in places that were comforting to Nicole, as the woman drifted off that night and entered her dreams, things had a far more gothic style to them as it felt like she entered a cathedral made of black stone with a blood red sky above casting unnerving light down through the stained glass windows. Each of those windows contained a mosaic of what appeared to be women, with red skin, in various seductive poses. Others were more of a theme of domination, as the red skinned and horned woman stood over others in a position of power.

When Nicole's eyes finally moved from the high windows and pillars keeping the high ceiling up, she saw a small table set up with two simple wooden chairs on either side. One was occupied by a seated lady demon who, when she looked up at Nicole with her eyes of gold.

"So love to see you, Nicole. Please, have a seat," Ven invited with a fanged smile.

Nicole nodded and took her seat, though again cast her gaze to the setting of their meeting. "This isn't exactly where we usually meet," Nicole astutely observed.

"True, but this isn't our usual night either, Nicole. I had something to discuss with you. Something of a proposal," Ven told the woman. She then waved her hand and produced two black chalices with smoldering red runes on the sides. "You see, we have been doing a lot of bonding as of late. Becoming closer, more connected," Ven explained as she puffed a wine bottle into her hands from nowhere.

"We really have. It's been a rather, enlightening experience for me. I was always told demons were evil, manipulative, and only interested in draining people's souls. That doesn't seem to be the case at all. At least with you," Nicole said while watching Ven uncork the wine with the pointed tip of her tail while her hand held the bottle.

"Demons are often viewed through the narrow lens of humanity being the only intelligent species there is. You need to expand your horizons and, if you do, I think you're capable of so much, Nicole." As Ven talked, she poured herself wine before taking Nicole chalice and doing the same. "So my proposal seeks to create a better union between us and take your abilities to levels you haven't even contemplated yet. It requires something of a leap on your part, but I think you have the strength and will to make it," Ven said with an encouraging smile. "We've been able to bond mentally in a way that has opened so much for you. I just want to take the next step and truly connect."

Nicole listened but wasn't sure she knew where this was going. "So what are you proposing then?"

Ven set the wine chalice in front of Nicole before reclining in her own chair which itself began to change. It went from common wood to growing out a large back piece with intricate carvings of fire and demon horns mixed on the edges while armrests rose up under before sprouting padding just before Ven put her elbow down on it. In the matter of a minute, the chair had gone from humble to haunting, as its shadow loomed over Nicole.

Acting oblivious to the chair's changes, Ven relaxed into the newly cushioned seat, her thin tail wagging behind her while she used a finger to stir her wine. "A physical bonding to a degree. So rather than you having to ask me for spells, you'll simply know them. You'll know what herb and plant combinations to buy from stores to create mixtures that made Trent such a wonderful stallion today. All that power would be more at your fingertips and more."

Nicole listened and found the prospect of knowing such powerful magic as Ven seemed to, especially in a world that seemed devoid of it, appealed to her. It wasn't that she wanted to rule or control, but Nicole desired for something more in her life and magic appeared to be that thing. She wasn't thinking about returning to work or even about marriage or life with Trent beyond what they have now. She instead thought about what she could do today, and reveled in the pleasure and fun she seemed to be bringing Trent.

But Nicole knew that things always came at a price. "So, what do you get in return? I don't think you're trying to undermine me but, you can't be giving and getting nothing in return. People aren't like that and demon's are master deal makers. So I had to ask," admitted to Nicole as she looked Ven right in the eyes.

Unflinching, the demon responded, "There are of course, some give and take. You gain my knowledge of magic, spells, alchemy, and more while I gain some knowledge from you too. Mine are a bit more mundane, like how to use 'the internet', navigating this current era, math, your language... just more about humans, I suppose. History as well, if I can, since I have missed much."

Nicole was nodding before Ven even finished. "So you just want to know how to survive in the modern world?"

"Something like that," Ven admitted as she looked away. "Truly, it is a big step, but what it allows for both of us is something we need, I think. You're free to disagree, of course, but this could be a real turning point for you."

Nicole's eyes moved from Ven to the wine chalice that sat right in front of her in and her meager chair. "What are the downsides?"

"There are some, depending on your point of view," Ven said carefully. "This further merging of ourselves might involve some measure of physical transformation on your part."

The woman's nostrils flailed at the suggestion. "Transformation? I'm not interested in dogs and donkeys," Nicole said reflexively. "I just like helping Trent enjoy his kink."

Ven tittered. "Well, I wasn't talking about an animal. You'll still be humanoid, and it isn't like you're stuck in the form either. You can shift back and forth at will, which I would say is quite the lovely ability. I think you'll find the new body to your liking in many ways," Ven said with a simpering smile.

The question of transformation was now looming over Nicole as she considered it. "I'll still be me?" she asked.

"You will still be in your mind in that body, yes. The transformation itself is anything but painful, and can be hidden to whatever degree you want. However the more changed you are, the more capable you'll find yourself at magic. And magic is a fun thing to have at your fingertips. Especially when you're cunning enough to know how to use it." Ven sunk her teeth into the words and tried to make it all drip with appeal.

Nicole could not stop thinking about the magical prospects on hand and what it could mean for her. Could mean for Trent. The downsides seemed little less than taking in a foreign exchange student.

Ven smiled politely. "You have time to think. There is no rush to-"

"I know what I want," Nicole interrupted. "I can dance around and act like I don't but using magic, having that power, that insight, and knowing it's only the tip of the iceberg... how can I turn down this once in a lifetime opportunity?"

Ven shrugged cutely at the suggestion. "That's for you to answer, but I have an idea you already know."

Trying not to nod, Nicole was shaking instead. "I, I want to experience that closer connection with you, Ven. I think we can both gain a lot from it," Nicole said hopefully.

Hearing this perked Ven right up. "So then you agree to it then? I think you'll find this a deal you will be able to enjoy both immediately and for long into the future." At that, Ven finally took her chalice up properly and held it out in front of her towards Nicole. "Then a toast, extraordinarily symbolic given this is dream space, is required to seal the deal. Terms as we've discussed, with more to come," Ven said as if she was bursting to tell Nicole more but could not.

Taking up her own glass, Nicole hesitated to lift at first as she again tried to think over the proposal for any loopholes or obvious signs of malice or misdirection. But her mind wasn't able to find any, though something of a foreign fog in her mind made it difficult to put pieces together either. In the end, she could think of no protest and so toasted and they both drank the tasteless wine together.

No sooner did they set their empty chalices down than Ven pushed her chair back and stood up.

Normally the demon would cloth herself to some degree, though always in clothes that were highly suggestible and showed off her many physical attributes. But right now, she was wearing just a thin, violet lace shawl which did nothing to hide her red skin or voluptuous body and perfect complexion. She moved with an unearthly sway to her hips that seemed to better accent a body clearly built for pleasure.

"You said there would be a physical transformation. Wh-what will I look like?'' A nervous in her own dream Nicole asked as she couldn't help but find herself attracted to Ven more in this moment than ever before. She exuded some kind of aura of sexual energy that made any around her attracted to her. Of course the demon knew that this was really the case, and that their aura was natural to their species, but she was happy to watch Nicole fawn over her.

"You see me, don't you?" Ven asked as she sat down on the corner of the table in front of Nicole. "You'll look like me, mostly. There will be some measure of mixing that takes place but you'll be quite like me. I think you can agree that I'm a rather excellent catch, so you'll do well with my features I think."

There weren't any objections Nicole could think to give to the demon's body, save for the horns, skin, tail, and some other demonic aspect but her body was a temple. But a very dark one. Still, she was smiling.

"So how does it work?" Nicole asked.

Ven took a knee beside her and gathered the girl's hands into her own. Nicole couldn't help but feel like her hands were in an oven with how hot Ven's skin was to the touch, even in a dream.

"You just need to let me in, Nicole. Don't fight it or resist, just let it wash over you like a new day's sun," Ven explained carefully. She then started sliding her hands further up Nicole's arms. "Don't be afraid. Just relax and remember to just, wake up," suggested the demon before she leaned in and gave Nicole the hottest kiss of her life. At first the woman was resistant but soon found herself melting into the demon's sweltering embrace. She soon felt Ven's tongue in her mouth, turning Nicole on more until it suddenly grew and shot down into Nicole's stomach.

Nicole pulled away suddenly from the kiss, only to see Ven looking quite pleased with herself.

After coughing a bit to try and clear her throat, but finding the unease in her belly remained, she stepped back further from Ven. "What was that? What did you do?" a shaky Nicole asked.

Ven remained calm and unfazed. "Just a tickle, love. Enough to begin immediately," she mused before coming close to Nicole again, only to lean in for a gentle kiss on the forehead before saying, "Now, greet me into the world."

And just like that Nicole was woken up in bed in the dead of night, herself sweating somewhat. The room was dark but the small red light put off but the digital clock next to the bed was somehow more than enough to illuminate the room to her. Checking the time, she saw it was 3 AM. An hour before they usually woke up. She sat up and tossed off her sheets, thinking they were the cause of her perspiration.

But with what felt like indigestion followed by heartburn, Nicole got up and out of bed, stretched with a few normal cracks and pops of her bones before she trudged towards the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind her before turning on the light, the brightness blinded her for a few moments and made her wish she had changed these bulbs for dimmer ones too. Or a dimmer switch. Either or, it was something to fix later and not now so Nicole's eyes gradually adjusted to the mirror in front of her.

At first it all looked normal, though her belly and now her throat felt something like nasty indigestion mixed with crippling anxiety in her chest. But upon slightly closer inspection she noticed that her blue eyes were now replaced with ones of pure shimmering gold.

"Oh my," he gasped as it made her eyes look other-worldly and almost ethereal.

'That's just the tip of the spear, darling,' Ven cooed in her head before Nicole could feel her whole body starting to heat up. Her reaction was to grab some kind of medicine but as she began to sweat buckets, comfort took priority. She slipped off her pj top and pajamas along with her fuzzy winter socks. Even still, her skin felt like it was burning up.

Looking at her face, Nicole's cheeks were flushed red and was only made worse by the black hair she had grown in recently. It had been a suggestion by Ven as well as a way to better connect the two. Now they were going a bit further than hair color as Nicole could see splotches of her skin actually breaking out in red. Not just flustered or blushed skin, but actually a baked in red that was like a painted on red sunburn.

"What's happening," she asked the reflection, allowing her to notice just how much sharper her canine teeth were.

'The demon is coming out, love. This is the merge and we're coming along splendidly,' Ven encouraged in Nicole's mind.

Feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves, Nicole watched as the small splotches of red skin began to grow and merge together. They were also spreading and she could also see it on her neck, shoulders, and upper arms too.

'Your new skin will make you impervious to most damage. Allowing you to heal from, well, even being cut into pieces and baked into gems,' explained Ven as a way to soothe Nicole's nerves about the changes. 'Relax and let it just take you, dear. It's the first step.'

Perhaps aided with magic, Nicole found Ven's words comforting and so tried to relax when it came to the changes.

'I'll still be me,' she reminded herself.

'Yes, a better me,' Ven replied rather strangely.

Over the next five minutes, the small pockets of red on her face now had her body almost completely covered. It was just the tips of her fingers and toes that needed to be bathed in that crimson red color Nicole was quickly becoming fond of. She felt her skin, where she had a freckle or blemish before, and saw nothing but soon perfection. Her skin didn't feel as hot but perhaps that was owed to a property of the skin more than anything.

Once finally covered from head to toe, Nicole trembled hard, needing to grab the sink to steady herself before all the shaking feeling shrunk down to a singularity of aroused energy stored right between her legs. Once there, it felt like her body unlocked some new level, and it wasn't long before she realized what that meant.

Standing back up and looking into the mirror, she could see her coal black hair get more voluminous while her lips plumped, nose tweaked to perfectly cute, while her other features, always fairly feminine, made them even more so. The changes then continued down her body.

Her arms felt like they got stronger while her nails grew out and turned a vivid black. They were almost like claws until by relaxing she was able to retract them. But her hands were soon small compared to the swelling happening in the girl's chest. She had always enjoyed her modest set but found them soon growing well beyond. Cupping her breasts with either hand, she watched her nipples and areola darken while she grew something closer to perky and meaty G cups which sat very well on her red skinned chest.

The changes continued down her body, into her stomach, waist, hips, and ass. Here it made the girl curvier while also stronger, with a somewhat lean stomach with just a little extra weight on it. Behind her, she could feel her ass plumping and turning into the lovely heart shape she had tried to achieve through yoga but never did. With the tingling feeling getting into her shins and feet, she almost expected cloven hooves to form but her feet stayed normal, though her nail turned pitch black.

After catching her breath, Nicole looked in the mirror again at something that appeared to be a goddess version of herself done in blood red paint. She ran her hands over her box, exploring the new curves, folds, and feelings she had access to. Though she did well to keep her hands from the slit between her legs that was dripping with desire without even a touch.

"Oh my, this is something else entirely," Nicole said as she modeled in front of the mirror some; turning to admire her angels and sexy body. "I look hot. And not just to the touch but actually, smoking hot," she admitted with a big grin that showed off those gleaming white fanged teeth.

'It is quite lovely. But not quite ready yet for me." Ven told her.

'What do you mean?' Nicole asked in her mind but Ven was nowhere to be heard or seen.

Once again the feeling of heartburn returned to Nicole's chest, feeling like someone was stoking a furnace in her lungs. Her breath steamed the air as her tongue turned a deep purple and gained some reptilian attributes, she felt two great throbbing sensations around her temples. At first they were almost like mild headaches before both ached more pointedly.

"Arg, ah!" Nicole shouted as she watched and felt two point of dark bone puncture the skin above her temples and just below her hairline. "What the hell?"

'Sorry, sorry,' Ven was quick to apologize before another surge of growth pushed out more of the two nubs which were now just the tips of much thicker, ribbed horns. 'They just need to grow for the first time. After that, it's a lot more enjoyable. I promise,' Ven said as the horns grew out before curving back over Nicole's black hair.

The sensation of growing horns wasn't so much painful as it was awkward but additionally an added weight on her neck. As if to compensate, her shoulders and neck tingled with added strength that made the added weight unnoticeable. As Nicole lifted her head and looked in the mirror again, there were a few rivulets of blood trickling down from the new holes in her forehead but the flesh there darkened, hardened, and seemed to blend with the horn itself. But she was more concerned with looking at the horns which, while having a Giger-esque look to them, mixed maybe with a ram, they were solid to the touch and seemed purely ornamental.

As she pulled away from the horns, she was able to notice her ears getting a little pointier which immediately reminded her of Ven's look.

"So this is what a succubus looks like?" Nicole asks the reflection.

'My poor girl. You want to know what they look like? Let me show you,' Ven said before expanding over Nicole's mind like a blanket. To Nicole, while the feeling was warm and comforting, she could also feel her body twitch and start to move on its own. Soon her right hand and even arm were moving on their own with Nicole only able to watch.

As more and more of Nicole's body was ceded to the control of Ven, a tail sprouted behind her and quickly grew out to the same proportions as Ven's previous tail. Complete with pointed tip that she used to fix the stray hairs from her face as her bangs partially covered her horns. Nicole could feel her grip on everything slipping away before she floated into the cloud of her mind where she was able to cling and watch but as something of a passenger in her own body.

She watched as the demon rubbed her hands over her body, not missing an inch, as she enjoyed her reflection in the mirror to an almost diabolical degree.

"Now this, this is better," Ven said with Nicole's former lips. The voice was Nicole's but warped slightly.

Nervous from her position, Nicole couldn't stay silent for long. 'This is really weird for me. I thought I would still be in control of things when the transformation happened' Nicole asked in their still shared mind.

"That was your assumption I suppose. But I find myself quite happy to have form and actual agency again," Ven said while brimming with energy and desire, and to see herself reborn in this mirror. "I have such control now, it seems like I can do what I want," she mused before turning to the door.

Nicole could see the demon's thought. 'What are you thinking of doing to Trent? He asked for no transformations," Nicole pleaded.

Ven grinned as she looked back in the mirror. "You asked me before if I would use your knowledge of humanity in this age to survive. I gave an evasive answer, as is my character, because my plan isn't just to survive. It's to thrive in this new world. With your mind, I can see the world and access it. And with my mind, I can use magic and my wits to do the rest." The mere thought caused the succubus to bite into half of her plump lower lip. "We'll make the perfect combination. You'll see. Just let me in," Ven said to the voice of Nicole that was now just a separate thought in the demon's new head.

The answer only appeared to worry Nicole more but the girl wasn't sure how to react. 'Please, just make sure you don't torment my Trent,' she asked as the demon stroked her ear.

Ven listened but appeared to ignore it as she walked out the door and back into the bedroom, only not to Nicole's side of the bed. With better night vision, the demon could see Trent quite clearly in the dark as the man slept. She could hear his heartbeat and with a whiff she could smell his dreams.

"He yearns for animal desires. I think we should give that to him," Ven whispered as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Trent. She began to hover her hands over his resting face, as if wanting desperately to touch but having the strength to hold back. But only just. "I say we give him what he wants. Otherwise, men like him, with mismatched spirits, will bring you trouble. Mark my words, Nicole. It will happen," the demon said as she leaned down and brought her lips inches from Trent's.

'You don't know him like I do,' Nicole argued, hoping to keep the demon at bay now.

"Perhaps I do," Ven challenged while still pulling away from Trent. "But perhaps I still want you to have a part in things for now. Just remember what I said about him, Nicole. Men like him see women in power like us as threats and with a bestial mind like his, he's likely to strike you rather than work things out like intelligent creatures do." As she said this, she walked out of the bedroom and into Trent's old study.

They opened up his computer and used the password that the man had cleverly left on a stickypad attached to the bottom side of the monitor. The demon used it to once again access Trent's favorite pictures and in particular, the demon singled out a few for Nicole to consider.

'Why these?' Nicole asked while watching the images of one animal fuck another flashed on screen.

"He clearly has an interest. I think we should surprise him again but this time, let me have a bit more control in things. You can take it as a lesson of sorts," explained the demon.

After some more deep-dives into Trent's transformation kink, something they had been doing in secret for days, they moved to the main bathroom again where they drew a steamy hot bath. Ven dipped her finger in and was overjoyed.

'That would boil you,' Nicole threatened. 'Why not the usual morning bath temp?'

Ven stepped into the tub, letting out a sigh of relief as she did which only got louder as she slipped under the water up to her neck. "Because the usual temperature was for your body. Not my body. I prefer the heat, my dear. I think you'll come to like it as well. Just relax and enjoy it," Ven told her.

As Nicole worried about what Ven could do with control of her body, the deep wet a washcloth in the water before laying it across her forehead.

'Can I ask you something?' Nicole questioned, after several minutes of quiet bliss between the two.

"Of course, love," Ven said with a relaxed and content smile.

'I'm still in control, right?' Nicole asked bluntly.

"Of course, dear," Ven reassured.

The answer didn't seem to satisfy Nicole though so she pressed the issue with another question, 'So why can't I do anything now?'

Ven sighed. "For the same reason you can't teach a class you're still learning. I'm helping you relax and then I'll help you with some magical ideas later before we have ourselves a fun day where we take Trent to new heights with his fetish. Doesn't that sound good?"

The demon's energy and enthusiasm was hard to ignore. 'I suppose I can indulge a bit. But you'll listen to me, right? When it comes down to it?'

"Of course. Now, let me teach you about the fine art of relaxing to the point of all your fucks just disappearing," Ven said as she put her arms behind her head, sunk into the bubbling water a little more, so only her face and nipples now broke the water's surface.

The red figure carried on while Nicole listened and became more and more comfortable being the student and being obedient. Traits Ven was more than happy to exploit to her own ends.

Part VI: Bitch of a Saturday

Trent found his dreams that night to be difficult to pull away from but when he finally did wake up, his mind forgot most of what he was actually dreaming out while he woke up. Checking the time, he saw it was nearly ten in the morning and a lot later than he usually slept. But the smell of cooking bacon and sausage was enough to perk him right up.

After going to the bathroom and cleaning up a little, Trent emerged from his room in pj pants and a college sweatshirt over a white tee. When he entered the kitchen, he was a little taken aback by the woman he saw behind the counter because at first, he thought it wasn't Nicole.

"Morning, love. We're so happy to see you," she greeted in a voice that was certainly Nicole's but dripped with carnal lust.

Trent got nearer to her and rubbed the crust from his eyes to get a clearer look just before leaning in for their morning kiss next to the stove. Her lips were fuller, and colored a deep purple, and her eyes were shimmering gold, but it was Nicole. As he backed away from her, he couldn't help but notice the look of larger tits on her along with a more noticeable ass.

"You look... different," Trent said as he took his seat at the breakfast table.

"Do we?" Nicole asked, sounding unconcerned. "We suppose we did have a very transformative dream last night. Vivid and real and, we can just remember it all so clearly," she explained while flipping Trent's eggs.

"I wish I had that luck with dreams. I can't even remember mine, but I feel like they were fun," he said while yawning and rubbing his head. "But you mentioned transformation. What did you mean?"

Nicole saw to adding to the eggs on the plate already filled with breakfast sausage, bacon how he liked it, toast, hash browns, and even some french toast. This she brought to Trent and laid before him with a big grin. "For you, love. Something hearty and, we promise, not laced to induce transformation this time," she said with pride. "But, if you'd like that, it wouldn't be too much to whip up. I still have the ingredients around," she offered at a hushed tone.

Trent blushed but shook his head. "No, I think this will do just fine, thank you, Nik." He then puckered his lips, which got him a long, deep, and hard kiss from Nicole where her tongue slithered around his mouth, practically tying his own tongue in knots, before pulling away and smiling at the man.

"As you wish. We wouldn't want to impose too much," she said while returning to the stove.

Trent was about to dig in when something that had been bothering him for a few days finally popped into his mind at a time he could bring it up. "And what has been with calling yourself 'we' all the time? I thought the demon was just in the background? Sounds like you're sharing a duplex when you talk like that," he suggested strongly.

This entire time, Nicole had been wearing mostly just black lingerie with a small black tee on top that only made her tits look bigger. So as he asked her the question, she was busy fixing her shirt and bust before answering in a huff, "We're, I'm sorry about that. Me and Nicole, we mean, The demon and I have been working together a lot so sometimes it feels like a group project. But you're right, I need to express that I'm in control."

"And are you?" Trent asked her directly, eyes trying to lock on her but finding it difficult with her shifting pupils.

Nicole set her hands down on the stove for a moment and closed her eyes. Taking a deep long breath, she seemed silent for a moment before opening her eyes and smiling brightly. "I am definitely in control," she said proudly, which made Trent smile. Meanwhile, Nicole felt like she was being blown away by a sudden gust in her mind as Ven stepped into the driver's seat more.

But feeling better about Nicole himself, Trent dug into his meal. Before he was close to finishing, Nicole joined him at the table with a plate filled with even more meat and what appeared to be a steak. She cut into it viciously and carved out a piece, showing off the rare cut of meat before eating it.

"Since when do you like it rare? I thought you preferred it burned," Trent recalled correctly.

Nicole chewed and savored for a bit longer before finally swallowing. "And you used to not know what it felt like to be a bunny rabbit but here we are now, living in a world of change," Nicole answered before grabbing a handful of bacon to shove into her mouth.

Trent wanted to argue but watching her eat, almost like a ravenous animal, was strangely impressive. He continued with his meal too and they ate in silence for the rest of breakfast, finishing at about the same time. Nicole was enjoying her black coffee while Trent was up and looking out the windows into the backyard. There he saw the jump mare from the day before uncovered with white stains all over the back. He also saw the massive manure pile in the lawn along with the bugs that had gathered.

Then he remembered the mess in the garage and he groaned. "Will you at least help clean up the horse... bits? It was your magic that made so, erm, messy," Trent complained.

Nicole sipped her coffee while browsing news on her phone. "All you, hun. You wanna be a horse, I'm happy to oblige, but I didn't agree to cleanup duty. You'll find some contractors trash bags under the sink in the garage and do whatever you have to in order to get the smell out. That includes your car," she ordered.

Trent's souring mood was easy to see and hear. "All that on this lovely Saturday?" he asked with sarcasm.

"And you can help me clean the mare. We didn't really do anything with your sample so it's probably pretty ruined," Nicole surmised as she looked towards the backyard. "Will probably have to dump it. It's your load so all you on that," she said, trying to hide a smile.

"You're kidding, right?"

Nicole shook her head. "You take care of the manure and cleaning up of the smells first. While you do that, I'll do some quick errands. By the time I get back, I'm sure you'll have the cleaning done and then we can see to the mare," she explained quickly.

Trent just stared at her for a few moments trying to follow before his mind caught up. "And then? What after that?" he asked.

Nicole finally finished her coffee and set the cup down before standing up. Walking around the table, she made sure to sound particularly alluring. "Well first, before any of that, you're going to fuck me upstairs like you did that mare last night," she said, arousing Trent's interest quickly. "And as for after cleanup, I know you said no transformations, but I have something in mind you may enjoy. You can at least hear me out," she said carefully as she finally reached him and draped her arms around him.

Trent's mind was still mostly piqued at the thought of the forthcoming sex but decided to be at least open to her idea later. "Sure, hun. I'll listen to whatever you want to propose after everything is, ummm, taken care of."

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Lovely, my sweet. Now, take me up to bed and ravish me like the animal in you wants," she told Trent before kissing him deeply once again.

He obliged her, though they made out and undressed all along the way upstairs so that by the time they fell on top of the bed, both were naked and Trent had Nicole pinned. As he leaned down and began to suck at her breast, it was undeniable to him that her bust had grown and it wasn't some trick of a bra or the right shirt. The same went for many of the other enhancements on her body, from curves to budding lips, it was like Nicole was enhanced somehow since last night.

Nicole would be the aggressor one moment and a submissive slut the next, and all of it had Trent going crazy. He felt like he could melt when she finally bent over and shook her perky fat rear at him and asked to be mounted. It was impossible not to think of his time as a horse and even if he managed not to, thought of the dog returned instead. And if he focused on the moment, he was fucking his beautiful girlfriend who wanted nothing more than to be with him in this moment.

Moaning and yelling Trent's name more than once, Nicole was finally able to coax a load out of Trent. She did it by not appealing to his masculine urges in the moment, but to darker desires she knew he harbored.

"Fuck me like you wish a breeder like you could get fucked," she told him, causing a chain reaction that has him losing control within twenty seconds and finally finishing both deep inside her and onto her lower back after he pulled out but wasn't quite empty.

They collapsed together, with Trent finding himself resting his head on Nicole's more ample chest and finding comfort in the warmth there as he laid in his post orgasm glow.

"That was really amazing, hun. You've really gained a fire in you recently in bed. You're more than a match for my more animal based urges," he joked while nuzzling into her chest more.

She had one hand petting his back while the other rubbed his head. "I'm glad I got one good, last ride out of you. Hope it wasn't too draining," Nicole told him.

"Last ride? What do you mean?" he asked as he lifted his head to look at her.

She took the opportunity of him moving to quickly sit up and get out of bed. "I mean, last ride until later. Obviously, there will be more mounting and fucking later, but for now, this is our last ride. Does that make better sense?" she explained hastily.

Scratching the back of his head, it mostly made sense he thought. He noticed that she was starting to get dressed. "Leaving so soon?" he asked.

Bra, panties, and stocking on, Nicole moved to her makeup vanity. "Well, lots to do and I don't want to come home late. Let's not forget what work you have too. May I suggest, not using your finest pieces of clothing? And a mask might help. Breath through your mouth as much as you can," she advised as she applied an eye-liner.

Nicole was ready to go within twenty minutes and left in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. It made him actually thinking about proposing just to put a ring on her finger so not every guy would think she's fair game.

The rest of Trent's morning and early afternoon were not pleasant. It involved a big mess, lots of vomiting, cleaning products, burning candles and incense like mad, and either scrubbing his garage floor on his hands and knees, or finding a place for the manure near one of their gardens or flowerbeds. The flies followed and stuck on him for a while.

His car was next and his hope that just blasting the AC with the window open with some canned air freshener sprayed around would fix the problem. Instead the stink seemed to have sunk into the seats themselves. To speak nothing of the skid marks on the seat or the scraps and scuff marks left by his forming hooves. After checking with Nicole and seeing he had time, he drove the car to a friend's shop to get it detailed. After two hours of deep cleaning and a big bill, even with a discount, Trent's car smelled normal and he just had to lie to them about how his wife had their friend's baby pig in the car, which caused all the problems.

By the time Trent arrived home, it was almost four in the afternoon and he was worried that maybe it was too late for what he had in mind. He did at least see her car in the drive as he drove up. Pulling into his driveway, he saw his neighbors, Matt and Sara, backing out of their drive.

"Where are you two off too?" Trent asked after exiting his car and they stopped at the end of his driveway.

"Dinner and a movie. Nicole's suggestion actually. Hope you enjoy puppy sitting!" Matt shouted before they drove off with a few honks of the horn.

Trent just waved at them before going through the front door of his house, full of questions.

Opening his front door, the first thing he felt was a sauna-like heat that was so thick that it hung dense in the air of the house. Shutting the door, the room got darker but candles and lit incense could be seen and cast glowing light through the mist.

"Nicole? Hun? Where are you?" he asked as he pulled out his phone and checked to see if he had any missed messages from her. He didn't see any missed messages but his screen quickly fogged over. He went down the hall, to the living and dining room, and finally to the kitchen where at last, seated at the breakfast table with a cup of dark coffee, was Nicole. "Oh, hey, babe," he greeted as he noticed her naked and somewhat red body, likely from the heat.

"So glad you're back, Trent," she greeted with a wicked big grin. "Take a seat. Take your shirt off. Relax," she invited warmly.

She sounded like she was joking but Trent obliged and took off his jacket and was tempted to do the same with his jeans too but tried to remain somewhat clothed. "What's with all the heat? Feels like you might have broken the thermostat or something," he ventured a guess.

Nicole shook her head while she sipped. "There is a bit of the heat being up mixed with certain magics I've learned recently. They keep the house at a more comfortable temperature, I find. Might be a bit warm for you but it wasn't exactly designed with clothing in mind," Nicole tittered before hiding the smile with another sip of coffee.

"Okay, sauna, that's nice. But why exactly? And we're puppy sitting?" he asked while contemplating taking off his soaked through shirt.

Nicole finished her coffee before palming from nowhere a black metal case. Trent was at a loss as to what it was until she opened it to reveal several pre-rolled cigarettes. She plucked one out, stuck it in her lips, and somehow, in this humidity, sparked a flame with a snap of her fingers to light the end of the cig.

"You're smoking? I thought you gave that up," Trent said, having met Nicole just after she gave up the habit cold turkey.

"In excess, yes. But there are times when they are still worth enjoying," she said while gently puffing before plucking it from her lips between her pinkie and ring finger of her left hand. Crossing her legs, she then looked hard across the table at him. "The pup is in the backyard now just running around with toys, having fun. Figured we could watch him since they were going out for the night."

Trent rubbed his chin as he listened. "They mentioned you suggested their date night," he told her.

Unvexed, Nicole instead seemed proud. "We just got to chatting when I got home and one thing led to another. I suppose I might have mentioned our lovely morning, minus the cleanup, and that got their interest piqued. Either way, I thought it would be nice to have the canine company, especially with what I have in mind for you."

Trent's eyebrow raised in interest. "What you have mind for me? And what's that?"

To that, Nicole leaned to one side of her chair in order to be able to pull the few pages of paper she had been sitting on out. "I had in mind doing a roleplay for you, based on some of your interests," she says while sliding the papers across the table to him.

At first in the fog, it was hard to see what's on the first piece of paper but as Trent brought it closer, the black and white drawing of a woman standing over a man in a dominating position with him half turned into a female fox came into view. His memory did the rest. The next picture was a witch turning a man into a cow- a favorite picture of Trent's- and one that made his cock twitch to see.

"The rest of the pictures have a very similar theme and given my new abilities, I thought we could play out a lovely roleplay I had in mind," Nicole said excitedly.

Trent kept shifting through the pictures until all twenty or so were in a pile off to the side. The animal varied, as did the person in power, but a male being turned into a female animal for breeding against their will was the obvious thread that tied them together. Trent gulped as he tried to think of something clever or funny to say but instead he just slid his chair in more to hide his erection.

"It does require some trust on your part but, I think you'll enjoy it in the end," she told him while taking occasional drags of her cigarette. "But to do it properly, I just need you to agree to it now and we can get started."

Trent was taken aback. "Wait, wait, wait. I think I need some more details before I can agree to anything," he tells her quickly. "I trust and love you, Nik, but you've also been acting stranger as of late too."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I've been strange? Should we run down the list of things you've done in the past week? It would hardly be considered normal either. Sure, I have adapted a bit to things but I'm still your Nicole. You still trust me and love, right? And would Nicole ever hurt you?" she asked with an honesty that was pulled from the Nicole that was watching right now, but with only a hazy idea for what Ven had in mind.

Trent took a deep breath and looked into her eyes where, for a moment, the shimmering stopped and those baby blues he remembered and loved were back. Then as he pulled back, the rest of her was mostly the same too and he remembered the love he had for her. So he started nodding before answering, "I do trust you, Nicole."

She took a long pull from the cigarette and set it on the edge of her coffee cup before leaning forward on the table some. "So you agree to this? I'm totally willing to commit and again, it will be great in the end, I promise. But do you want to start, Trent? Once we go, we don't stop until we reach the end."

Gulping hard, Trent still nodded. "Yeah, let's go for it. After all that cleaning, I'm looking to unwind," Trent said with an easy smile.

Nicole, on the other hand, appeared fiendishly delighted. "Lovely, lovely. Well, it won't start at this moment. If you want to visit the bathroom or get something to eat or drink, that's fine. However things start once you enter the living room, understood?" she tells him with a finger pointed at him.

"Seems fair. I am very thirsty and need to piss so, give me a couple minutes, Nik," he told her before standing up.

She did the same, taking her cigarette with her in her hand. "I'll be waiting then. I think you'll enjoy this, Trent. And when you see me, be cool," she says before blowing him a smoky kiss. Nicole then strutted out, wearing just a lacy purple shawl over her back on her otherwise bare body.

Trent loved to watch her go and didn't remember he was thirsty until he was out of sight.

"I wonder what she's going to do to me?" he asked himself as he grabbed a flavored water for the fridge and began to chug. His mind raced with possibilities but there was a measure of doubt underlying it all. "She is acting a little strange, lately. No matter how she tries to deflect it," he said, before downing the rest of his water.

After another bottle and a trip to the bathroom, Trent decided it was time to undertake this roleplay. His white tee was soaked through from the outside and inside, while his jeans and underwear felt much the same. Sliding off his socks had brought only minor relief. Taking a deep, steamy breath, he strode into the living room with his chin held high.

"So, what's the rolepl-ack!" Trent gagged as from across the room something black and fast was thrown by a figure veiled in shadow to latch around the man's throat. He went to tug it off and quickly realized it was not a living thing, but a leather collar. Only it lacked any sort of release. Tugging it a little to free his throat, Trent gagged out, "What the hell is going on?" in a raspy, strained voice.

Dropping to his knees while continuing to tug at the collar, he looked forward and could see among the shadows and steamy fog a figure of sorts, seated on the couch.

"I've been waiting for you, Trent," said a female voice that Trent was unfamiliar with.

"Who is that?" he asked in a wheezing voice. He began crawling forward, waving away the steam to try and get a better look at who he was talking to. The more he did, the more figure did not appear entirely human but definitely feminine. She snapped her fingers to start a fire on her thumb, illuminating her face somewhat, a face Trent barely knew, before lighting candles around her.

"You can call me Ven, human," she said as the candles around her finally brought light to her body as Trent crawled just paces from her feet. Her skin was a crimson red that was pristine, lacking flaw or blemish. Her body was buxom and voluptuous in ways that Nicole certainly wasn't, but there was also the way she was sitting, with her legs spread to show off her cunt like it was nothing at all.

He could have been staring at that but his eyes caught sight of the ropy red tail that curled behind her which led to him looking up and noticing the horns and pointed ears. Her eyes, well, they were a beautiful gold that were soothing to look at. It relaxed him momentarily but not enough that he didn't remember his current situation.

"Ven? Is that like a name you're using? That's, um, fun I guess. This collar though, not sure how you did it but it's a pretty sight," Trent complained with a forced smile.

This demon woman, however, did not appear amused. Lifting her foot and setting it against Trent's face, she took on a very domineering tone in that voice which was still new to Trent. "You're used to being in control, I know. I know your history with Nicole and what she knows of you. A big man, but you have such twisted dark desires. Nicole would entertain your interests whereas I, well, I see through the meager interest and like to get to the heart of the matter a little more." With that she pushed Trent down to the floor with her foot before crossing it over her leg so he could rub her toes. "She was too nice, Nicole. She has no experience with showing humans their place, so I guess I can't blame her. Still, that just means you're in proper hands now."

Trent tried to follow but was left feeling confused and sweaty. "So what exactly does this mean for me?"

Ven admired her nails a bit more before her eyes moved back to Trent. "It means you're no longer in control and that your fate is very much in my hands. You may not understand the gravity of it just yet but by the end you will," she cackled before waving her hand in the hand a little. This caused the thick fog in the air to quickly dissipate from her outward until the entire room was merely just hot without the sauna effect.

"Well, I did say I would go with the roleplay," Trent allowed as he finally gave up on getting the collar off.

Ven chuckled modestly. "Roleplay, yes. That was what I said to get you in here but now that you're here, I'm happy to make this as real as possible for you, Trent," she guaranteed.

"So what's the transformation then?" he asked, as he was already figuring a dog, given the collar.

"It will be the perfect sort," Ven began as she finally stood up and revealed just how tall she was. "A transformation you know, one you think you know, followed by a new experience. What's not to like? I will certainly enjoy myself but I can't say the same for you. My changes are a little more intense than the kind of spells I fed your dear, sweet Nicole. No, I think I'll do this with a more personal touch."

Trent didn't follow the suggestion so he got up and was very surprised to be standing eye to eye with the demon. They were the same height, unless you took into account the demon's horns. In which case she had the edge. "Nicole, should we maybe set up a safe word?" Trent asked jokingly to lighten the mood.

"Oh baby, nothing is going to be safe for you," she said, moving her hand to his face. "And it's Ven. I gave Nicole the night off," Ven told him before giving his cheek a small slap that nonetheless left a burning feeling on his skin.

"I'm not sure I foll-" but Trent's sentence was interrupted when Ven moved her hand over his heart and only needed to tense her fingers to give him a feeling like cardiac arrest. He struggled to breath as his heart ached and pumped irregularly for a few seconds before this feeling faded and he was just left gasping for air.

"Wh-wh-what, what the hell was that?" Trent asked.

"That was just me giving you a dog's heart. The experience is far less enjoyable my way, isn't it?" she said with a smirk.

Backing away from the demon, Trent felt at his chest but it still felt like it was his heart beating in his chest. "Ugh, that felt awful," he complained. "And I thought we already did dog transformation?"

"You and Nicole did, yes, but I'm not her and this isn't the same transformation. Now, be a good dog and grow me a nice, long, fluffy tail, Trent," she asked in a tender manner as she reached out and touched Trent's nose.

He backed away from her in a hurry as he got nothing but bad vibes from this character that Nicole seemed to be playing. It didn't help that she was as tall as was either. But as he continued to move away, he began to feel a dull ache at the base of his spine that soon grew into something more throbbing and noticeable.

The discomfort was something he was familiar with by now from previous tail growths but unlike those, which grew gradually, this one was squirming and wiggling to get free of his pants within a few seconds. Trent tried ignoring the feeling, so as to not give this new Nicole the satisfaction of knowing he was caught off guard. He could feel the tail starting to bunch up and push against the rear of his pants. Trent thought they could hold but with a loud rip.

"Sounds like Trent is having some clothing problems," Ven tittered before walking around Trent with her eyes cast down. "Oh my, yes, that's definitely a doggy's tail," she gloated before giving the somewhat hairless new appendage at Trent's backside a tug.

Trent blushed hard while she started to stroke the tail more and more. As she did, white and gray hairs started sprouting from the skin and it wasn't long before the long tail was fluffing like a fox's would while also gradually curling into a slight sickle shape behind him. When he finally glanced back to look at the tail, he was immediately reminded of some kind of fluffier dog.

As the tag began to wag on its own as its own changes stopped, Trent turned from Ven which pulled his tail from her grip. "I'm all for a fun roleplay but I think we should probably establish some kind of rules or-"

"Silence!" she commanded, which caused Trent's lips to clamp shut. "Good. I think for the rest of this change, you'll be in better character if you can't speak. Your protests, while cute, are mostly just annoying and grating on my mind so I'd rather not hear them anymore."

As she spoke, Trent could feel part of his throat being squeezed by an invisible hand. It took his breath away briefly before he was able to speak again.

"Bark! Bark! Rrrrrrruff!" cane the dog noises from Trent's mouth until he shut it for fear of more canine noises escaping.

Ven laughed loudly. "Much better! I never much liked listening to you gripe anyway," complained Ven as she continued to eye the man up while circling him.

'Please, give me my voice back, Nicole,' was what Trent wanted to say but instead he just barked more.

"Calm down, doggy. We're only just starting things here. You've got a lot more to go before you're ready to play with Zeus," she told him while contemplating what to change next. "I think I want to play around with your body a bit more. I'd ask if you minded but, I don't really care what you think, if that wasn't obvious enough."

Trent barked more but there was little else he could do.

Coming to a stop in front of him, Ven looked Trent up and down again before her hands went to the front of his jeans and began to unbuckle them. "For what's going to happen, pants are just going to get in the way. Besides, humans wear clothes and you're not much of a human. You seem to take more pleasure in the thoughts and desires of animals than anything else," she said to him candidly. Ven then slid Trent's pants down and off before grabbing his underwear by the front and with one hard tug, she ripped them clean off his body.

The man whimpered a little but it felt better to have his tail out like this.

"Oh, don't be so modest, Trent. Not like I haven't seen or felt your cock before," Ven said to him. She moved close enough to almost touch noses but stopped. Her lips shook close to his, with sweat still dripping down from his forehead. Seconds later, he felt her hand gripping his flaccid cock and gradually started stroking it harder and harder. "You've got a lovely pair between your legs, whether you're a man, dog, or stallion. And that's fine if that's where your interests stopped. But they extend into deeper and darker holes, don't they, Trent? Those pictures I showed you earlier, they were a good tease for what's to come. If you're smart, you know what your fate is already. If you're dumb, or just too panicked to think straight, then this will be a big wakeup call for you. Either way, you should at least enjoy this part."

Trent wondered what she meant until he watched Ven bend down to her knees and, with his hard cock in her hand, she gave the tip a kiss with her full lips before beginning a very well practiced blowjob. All the worry and tension that Trent had been feeling melted away as Ven seemed to really know how to work a man's cock with her lips, tongue, and mouth. He could only whimper as she quickly brought him to orgasm. She looked right up at him as she began swallowing the load with a pleased look on her face.

Just as Trent was feeling drained, Ven sucked harder and somehow moved Trent into a second orgasm that strained his balls to squeeze out every bit of seed they had. By the time he felt drained, he had no idea that his balls had shrunk up like raisins and his scrotum had tightened to almost look smooth while also much smaller.

'She fucking drained the life out of me,' he thought metaphorically, not realizing how actually accurate his statement was.

He expected her to then relent her tongue's work but instead she continued to work him. This brought a stress to his cock as he felt like it was being forced into being erect. Not only that, but even as he felt hard as ever, he could tell by Ven's tongue having less that something was wrong. She pushed her lips right against the base of his cock and kept sucking Trent, making him shiver in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

His cock was getting number and number, and soon he couldn't really feel it at all. Ven's magical fingers were also working his scrotum and taint some and it wasn't long before a slit, vulva, and labia could be seen forming. But it wasn't until Ven sucked every inch from Trent's cock and left it little more than a nub. Then, with her tongue alone, she pushed the bump into the new feminine folds between Trent's legs to make a proper cunt.

Pleased with her work, Ven stood and again looked Trent right in the eyes, though his were still a little hazy from the blowjob. "Best head you've ever gotten?" a confident Ven asked.

Trent gave a low, satisfied howl as he was still catching his breath. The whole area between his legs felt warm and aroused, while his lower bowels felt a little strange too. He didn't know this was on account of the female internal organs he now had but just thought it was from Ven rocking his cock's world.

'I've never felt so empty and spent in my life," Trent thought, blissfully unaware of what's happened. 'I thought this was supposed to be demeaning or unwilling but that last part was just what I wanted.'

Ven backed away to get a better look of the cunt she just made and was quite pleased with herself. "Oh, that looks just perfect on you. Perfectly suited for your task. A task that could only be done by someone like you, Trent. Like in those pictures I showed you, the characters are pretending to be unwilling or uninterested in change but you're the sort that knows better. You have your own, deep, dark desires that you wouldn't want anyone to find out about. I mean, those pictures were just the tip of the iceberg in terms of your kinks, aren't they? You can be honest," she implored with a confident grin.

Trent nodded.

"I presumed as much. Judging by your tail you seem quite happy with what I've done to you so far," Ven points out.

'Fucking blew my mind with a blowjob. What's not to like?' he thought, smiling, as only just now letting his hands venture near his crotch.

"Indeed. What isn't there to like?" she said just as she watched Trent's hands feel for his cock, only to eventually find the slit and opening between his legs.

Gasping in shock, he pulled his hands away. "You made me a girl!" he mentally gasped, feeling a shiver go through him at the realization of his new sex.

She nodded as if understanding. "I did. You are mine to play with as I please and I wanted a female dog to keep me company. Or rather, to keep someone else company," she teased before waving her finger at Trent a bit more. "But there is something about you right now that is really bothering me. Do you know what it is?"

The unexpected question got only a confused shrug from Trent.

Ven sighed and began to pace around Trent. "It's really just that feeling of having to look you in the eye, Trent. It just doesn't feel right. We really shouldn't be eye to eye," she tells him before disappearing behind him. "I much prefer to look down at you."

Before he could even process the words, Trent felt a hard push on his back that sent him falling forward onto his hands. Still, he nearly smashed his face into the floor and was none too pleased about it.

"What's the big idea?" he thought. Trent then tried to stand, only for Ven's foot to push him back down.

"Dog's live on all fours. Trent, I want you to get more comfortable on all fours." Her words were laced with magic that seeped into Trent's body and soon after, he was feeling the effects.

First Trent's shoulders started to hurt, just a little at first, before his hips and pelvis soon felt the same. He tried again to stand up but stumbled himself as he found both his legs less flexible to stand and his arms less able to reach. He struggled more but continued pops and crunching of bones he heard made him more and more terrified.

Next came a tightening of the muscles of the legs and arms, as all seized at once before shrinking or shriveling up to a degree. Meanwhile, the larger bones of his arms and legs were thinning and shrinking, while his hands and feet were undergoing different changes.

Whereas the last dog transformation was welcomed and hot, this one was more forced and kept Trent writhing around on the floor as cramps and sudden flare ups would have him wincing and sweating more. He would whimper as well, wishing desperately that he could speak and ask this to stop. He loved transformation, but not exactly like this.

His arms getting shorter like this was one thing but it was especially hard and painful on his legs which were changing at different rates. His right was shorter, and already had some of the musculature you'd see in a dog while the left had thinner bones but more length. His pelvis was also twisting and reshaping, making staying on four legs impossible. Rolling around on the floor, groaning and grimacing, while Ven looked down at him with such satisfaction in her eyes.

"Do you know how long it has been since I broke a man, Trent?" she asked him, clearly not wanting a response as she quickly continued, "Some fourteen-hundred years or so. You would have thought I may have gotten rusty in that time but I've just had more time to think about things. To develop a hatred for humans and men in particular. And of course, any woman who finds themselves lots with a man telling them what to do is fair game as well. But I've been caged for too long to want to hold back now. Especially when I can feed off your contempt and angst for years to come." That last bit especially had Trent worried.

He again just whimpered while on his back, watching his arms shrink down to canine proportions, making his hands look almost comically large. His feet were in much the same predicament and Ven noticed too.

"And any dog I know has paws so how about you grow some of those in too," she tells him.

While he himself didn't try and comply with the request, it seemed the magic in his body did. Like when he became Apollo, his hands started getting smaller, his fingers shorter, and nails blacker. But rather than being somewhat arousing and encouraging to see before, the loud cracks and snaps that accompanied these changes were far less present. The cramping was painful and in his feet in particular, he was left to just feel his toes changing and foot shrinking in a horribly painful series of cracks.

"Nicole liked to view herself as giving you those changes because you wanted them. But I know the real truth of you, Trent. I can see through men and their minds to me are like a child's toy. You much prefer it this way than the other I bet, even if you're too busy crying and whimpering to admit it," Ven said with a harsh and demeaning tone.

Trent wasn't definitely feeling less safe and was now beginning to wonder if this was Nicole playing a character of if the demon that she had been talking to finally took over. She wasn't acting anything like the woman he fell in love with and the more he looked at her, the less of Nicole she saw in her features. It was more the demon, this Ven character, and she seemed far less concerned about his well being than his girlfriend.

But any thinking was always cut off by some new aches or new pain. His big toes were starting to shrink up his inner foot while he could feel the pads on both feet and hands forming. It felt like the skin was blistering before hardening in a matter of seconds. It wasn't until these pads stopped throbbing, his fingers stopped readjusting, and nails were dark did Trent realize he was a four legged animal once again.

"Now, let's get you onto your feet," Ven said as she leaned down and picked Trent up. Either owing to his weight loss or her strength, she lifted him with ease and spun him around until setting him on all fours. His feet and legs were shaky at first but was able to finally find a standing pose. "There you go. Good girl," Ven told him with a clap.

Being called a girl hurt but not as much as his pelvis as being on all fours really triggered a lot of changes there. He could feel his ass splitting apart to expose both his asshole and cunt, which itself had started to undergo some changes too. It had gotten smaller but also swollen up more, and before too long, was more akin to something a bitch in heat would have rather than a normal human woman. But this was ignored by Trent who just felt his body getting smaller and smaller as he sweat off mass magically.

His ribs were showing more as he took deep breaths. Moving around under his sweaty hot skin, his shoulders bulged and moved under his white tee which was still managing to stay on. But not for long.

Still looming over the man, Ven looked down and could see his spine bulging beneath while even veins could be seen, due to how soaked through the shirt was. Seeing it as just a hindrance, she used one of her pointed nails to make a cut at his collar before slicing the shirt all the way down the back until she could easily tug it off his body.

"Gross," she commented on the shirt before tossing it over near Trent's pants. "But at least you're looking more of a proper dog now. Still, lacking fur and a proper face. Still, more body to mold," she added with glee as her hands began to massage Trent's shoulders and then down his back. She brought little in the way of relief from the pain, but the changes did seem to progress faster.

His upper body was now looking very canine, with his chest pushed out forward and neck pointed upward with his still human head awkwardly at the top. Meanwhile below the neck, his body was continuing to lose mass as he dripped sweat so much he had made a stain in the carpet below him. Ven's hands moved from his back to his belly and chest, where she began by tweaking and squeezing his nipples.

'What is she doing?' he whimpered as she worked his nipples into slight teats with some breast tissue forming underneath. Her hands then moved just below his first set of teats and began the process again, only starting by pulling up some of his skin and molding it into something she could work with. All total, she gave him ten nipples before sliding her hand up between his back legs to gently touch his swollen cunt.

"All right, it seems that you're entirely female now, Trent. That means 'Trent' isn't going to work anymore. New name time for you," she said with delight before making a showing of thinking hard. "How about, Trixie?" she offered. "I mean, I know we just used that name for the sperm collector out there but, given your future, I think it fits perfectly. Trixie it is." No sooner did Ven decide it than a tag appeared on the collar around Trent's next.

It read 'Trixie' on the front and gave the house's address as her home on the back. Not that Trent could see the gesture but the name still stung.

"So from now now on with you, only Trixie and lady pronouns will do," she giggled as she told the former man. "Now I think it's about time you grew in that lovely husky coat of yours," she encouraged magically.

With the only hair on Trixie's body either on her head or her tail, the bare, taut, sweaty, and vein bulging flesh in between made her look more like a woman's body sculpted into a dog's frame. But as a feeling like a million pins and needles poking from inside of her flesh outward took her, white and gray fur began to sprout from her sides, ass, legs, back, shoulders, arms, and even her neck.

Letting out a woeful howl, Ven smacked Trixie's head with the back of her hand.

"Quiet, Trixie. I don't want you making a ruckus. Besides, learning your new place is part of the process, too. Let me go fetch a leash while you enjoy that new coat." Giving her head a scratch, which caused some of her brown hair to shed away, Ven then left the room.

'I need to... escape,' she thought while trying to ignore the pricking pains that were covering every inch of her body. But after only a few agonizing steps, she gave up on the task and flopped on her stomach, only to yelp and pop up to her feet as her flesh felt incredibly tender. So she could only look towards the front door and imagine that the farther she ran, the more the changes would revert, and eventually she would be Trent again.

Just pipe dreams as Ven soon returned with a sturdy pink nylon leash, though she refrained from attaching it just yet.

"How does all of that feel?" she asked while kneeling down and petting the few inches that had already grown on Trixie's back. Trixie winced every time she did, as it definitely hurt when she did.

Trixie went from mostly bare dog shape to fluffy female husky with a man's head. A freakish sight to most, Ven was overjoyed with the progress so far.

"You look positively... adorable. Not so much in the face, I'll admit, but that can be fixed. The rest, though, I think looks absolutely gorgeous. And you're still getting fluffier," she noted as the fur did indeed keep growing.

By now, the pain had numbed somewhat and the fur wasn't so much a nuisance as something she just wanted to be over. It took five more minutes before, at last, the fur grew in and she was left, below the head, a pure bred, likely Best of Breed caliber husky bitch. The head, though, was still old Trent.

The demon knelt down in front of her until she was able to reasonably look up at her. There was fear and doubt in her eyes along with ongoing struggles. This made Ven very happy.

"You know, at a moment like this, I have to admit, silence isn't golden. So how about a quick kiss?" she offered.

Trixie was dazed and just coming off a lot of pain when her lips met the demon's. The demon's tongue slithered inside of Trixie's mouth before a warm feeling went down her throat and brought a tingling to her vocal cords.

Ven finally pulled away and looked pleased with herself. "Go on, speak," she encouraged.

Steam smoked from Trixie's mouth for a few seconds before she said, in a sweetened version of Trent's voice, "I can speak? I can speak!" she gasped happily. "Please, please change me back. If this is to teach me a lesson or something, I'm sorry," she quickly begged, not knowing how much longer she would let her speak.

"Hush, hush, little doggy. There are no lessons or happy endings for you. You're getting what you want, or at least what you thought you desired, but I think the reality of it will be quite different for you. I'm letting you speak now because I want to hear you struggle out these last few minutes as your changes take you completely," she explained to him before taking a seat on the ground in front of him, being careful not to sit on her tail. "Feel free to beg for your freedom or humanity. I won't say it's impossible I can't be swayed, but it would be a first," she allowed with a devious grin.

"You can't, you can't be serious. This isn't what I wanted. Change me back, please. I've had enough of this roleplay," she begged. But as she spoke, Ven's attention wavered and instead saw something leaning against the far wall.

"You stay right there and keep balding and growing those cute ears," she told her. Ven then stood up and went across the room towards what she saw, leaving Trixie to shake her head a little, causing a lot of her old hair to shed away. The shake also allowed her to feel her ears wobble more as if they were longer.

"Please, I don't deserve this kind of treatment, Nicole. Ven. Whoever is in there," Trixie continued to plead. Her ears were really starting to ache as they were readjusting their position on her head while getting more pointed and more curved around the edges. "This really hurts and I hate to say it, but I think I might be in heat," Trixie admitted with blushing cheeks but also tears in her eyes.

"Oh, you most certainly are in heat. Part of the spell focused on your fertility, my future pet. But you should be more concerned about the changes to come over what is," she cautioned as she came into view holding the long mirror. She set it on its side and against the chair so Trixie had a good view of her head. "Now you can watch the last of your humanity disappear," she teased before laughing.

Trixie was fixated on the reflection in the mirror, which was of a bald man's head with furry husky ears on this canine body that couldn't properly support it. But that was rapidly changing.

Splotches of black started to appear on his nose, much like when she was a doberman, but when she could feel her face starting to push out, rather than pleasant and arousing, it hurt quite a bit.

"Ah! Stop it! You're killing me!" Trixie begged while frozen on four legs but trying to lean her face away from the changes gripping it.

"You'll survive, I promise. You'll just be a proper husky pet when this is all said and done and this goofy face of yours won't do," she told her with yet another demeaning boop on his fattening nose.

"You aren't roleplaying at all, are you? You, you won't change me back!" Trixie inferred from the way things seemed to be going.

"Awww, you finally caught on to that aspect. Took you awhile but you are just a bitch at heart. I can't expect too much from you," mocked Ven while she continued to watch.

Rather than reply, Trixie just stared harder into the mirror and watched her lips thin and darken while her mouth got wider. This just helped when her jaw and nose started pushing out more into a snout, causing Trixie to whimper like a dog again.

"Lost your voice already?" Ven continued to pester.

There were crunching noises in Trixie's head as her skull started to reshape itself, causing a migraine that was beyond anything she felt before. "You, fucking... bitch. Please, Nicole, don't do this to me," he pleaded to his girlfriend, hoping that she was still in there somewhere.

A still confident Ven just looked at the man with a mixture of disdain and pride that she brought him so low. And that he still had more to go.

"You know, these next words might be your last, so you should pick them carefully, Trent. I mean, Trixie. Silly me, getting confused," she joked, slapping her own head lightly.

Trixie failed to see the humor as her teeth began getting sharper while her tongue, as if held by tongs, was pulled longer to suit that new snout. It hurt tremendously and she couldn't venture a word until that pain subsided.

"You won't get away with it," Trixie panted, her cheeks twitching as she again started to ache and shrink, but she carried on. "People know me. Know... Nicole. They'll find you," he threatened before having to gasp for air desperately. This came right before more of his face pushed out. Taking his black and plump nose further from his eyes.

"Was that a threat? Really? With your last human words on this world? I thought you would do a little better than that," Ven tisked. "And you act like I don't cast spells that can't entrance whoever I want. I'll convince everyone you ran off with with some hussy you met.

Trixie took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, knowing that speaking was now very hard. Still, she managed to say, "Nicole, help me. It's Trent. I'm not a dog! I'mrrrrr I -rrrrruff!" Trixie then had to look away as her voice was again taken from her, only this time she got to hear her words fail her.

More loud pops and cracks, both from her jaw and skull, forced Trixie's eyes closed as she tried to wish herself away from here and these changes. But they just ached and tugged at her body more. The prickling of fur on her head and face came next, while her snout still grew. Desperate to think of anything but the pain, Trixie focused on the one other sensation there was in her body and that was the throbbing of her sex.

In doing so, she found comfort and an escape from a lot of the pain. Focusing more allowed the pulses from her cunt to spread over her body, giving that release from pain that Trixie so desperately wanted. It eased some of the pain and Trixie was happy to let it wash over her until she realized the baggage that came with it.

With her eyes still shut, Trixie began to feel the urge which quickly graduated to need growing inside her that was little more than 'breed' and 'be bred' thought over and over before the idea of a male's musky scent and the sight of his red bulging cock was enough to get Trixie panting for entirely new reasons.

Feeling this urge, Trixie couldn't help but remember her time as Apollo and how the border collie in heat had been acting. She now had a better understanding of why she was so eager with Apollo because the need to be bred was insanely overpowering. It took all of her concentration just to will her eyes open again and stop thinking about dog cock.

When she did, the world was cast in blues and yellows while her snout was now more fully formed and furry. Glancing at the mirror, Trixie was startled at first when she only saw a lady husky in the mirror. Her fur was gray on the back and top of her head but elsewhere she was fluffy white. All legs had paws and at the back there was a curled and wagging tail.

Ven knelt down next to Trixie and started petting her back lovingly. Trixie was still experiencing muscle spasms throughout her body while her guts were still something of a mess. But after some pets, some more breathing, and sad whimper, Trixie's transformation completed and she was left a rather beautiful husky.

Trixie woofed and finally had to look away from the mirror. As she did, Ven attached the leash to a clip that appeared on the back of Trixie's collar.

"Well, looks like my girl is ready for her walk," Ven told the husky as she took up the slack from the leash. "Don't worry. It won't be very long."

Trixie then felt a sharp tug on her collar as she was dragged out of the living room with her feet barely under her. She only caught up to Ven when the woman was heading towards the back door.

'What is she planning? Just going to leave me outside for the rest of my days? She can't do that!' Trixie thought desperately. She then started to dig in her claws to resist but Ven was simply too strong and determined.

"Come on, girl. I've read some of the stories you've noted as favorites. They involve situations just like this, Trixie. You should be overjoyed!" she cackled.

While Trixie resisted uselessly, she watched as the red of the demon's skin began to turn back to the lightly tanned color of Nicole. Her tail and horns also pulled back into her body, painlessly, while from the air she pulled clothing that snapped onto her body. It was a tight black dress with mostly lace save for where imagination can be used, and not exactly going out on an autumn evening weather. She also regained Nicole's former height along with more of the girl's features while leaving some of the demon's curves.

By the time Ven had Trixie pulled to the back door, she only had to slip into a pair of Trent's fuzzy bunny slippers before she opened the back door. "I'll take your leash off if you come here," she said while kneeling down. She was also drawing in the leash so Trixie didn't have much choice.

'I need to find a way out of here, she can't do this to me!' Trixie thought defiantly while her leash was unclipped before Ven gave her a nudge with her foot which pushed the husky out the door. Ven then followed and closed the door behind them.

"Look, you have a big yard to run around in. And I bet if you do a little exploring, you'll find your next surprise," she told him with further nudges towards the stairs leading down to the grass.

Trixie was hesitant going into this but now the thought of a surprise, from a demon, had her worried. But she didn't have long to wonder what the surprise was as a familiar chain jingling could be heard that usually preceded Zeus, Trixie's neighbor's doberman, running into view. Just on cue, Zeus ran up, panting and with one of his balls in his mouth. But once he caught sight, and smell, of Trixie the ball dropped out of his mouth and his docked nub of a tail started wagging madly.

'Oh shit,' Trixie thought as she remembered they were dog sitting for the night. And more than that, Zeus was immediately interested in Trixie.

"Now Zeus, you be a gentleman. It's her first time," Ven said, making sure that Trixie heard.

Zeus's ears, which were usually perky anyway, seemed especially so right now and he seemed very eager to sniff Trixie but was keeping his nervous distance. Trixie, rather than wanting to move, froze in place at the top of the stairs and tried to not think of what Zeus or Ven had on their mind for what would be happening next.

'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' Trixie could just think repeatedly before she could just admit it to herself. 'Zeus wants to fuck me. Oh jeez, how can I even stop him? He's huge,' the husky bitch thought as she looked up and down the muscular and pure specimen of a doberman. And when she started to nervously pace back and forth at the bottom of the porch steps, waiting for him to come down, she couldn't help but notice something else. 'His balls are fucking huge,' she observed with worry as the dog had notoriously never gotten off.

"You sure are eager to meet Trixie. Why don't you two," Ven began as she suddenly picked Trixie up by the sides, "have some fun!" she shouted before launching Trixie forward into the air. Her instincts kicked in and had Trixie leaping and getting over Zeus just barely. Landing hard, she almost wiped out but managed to get to her feet and start running.

'Don't let him catch you,' Trixie told herself as she took off.

"Well don't let her get away, hun," Trixie heard Ven telling Zeus who was already in pursuit. The running husky could hear the doberman's chain collar behind her and catching up.

'No, no, no, no, no. Not Zeus. Not a dog I know!' Trixie thought with desperation as she recalled the stories that had scenes like this in it. She had always rooted for the dog to catch the recently changed man to get caught but in the moment, she could only think of escape. But with the fence coming up fast, she had to turn and then it was only a jump mare, which she forgot to clean, the tarp on the ground, and the shed and the fence beyond.

As Trixie tried to think of a way out, Zeus was catching up. Taking off as fast as she could, Trixie just knew she had to run and the doberman wouldn't catch her. She could do that.

What she didn't know was that, in the chase, Zeus had been taking her scent in more and more which just added fuel to his file. His red cock was already starting to poke out as he saw nothing but conquest in front of him. He dug in his paws and moved faster than the less experienced former human could and, as Trixie was looping back towards the house and the backdoor, he caught her.

Leaping partially on her back, his weight and force was enough to cause her to stumble and fall to her stomach. Trixie huffed and started to get back up when her back bumped into the belly of Zeus. She looked left and right and saw the dog's forelegs blocking her in.

'No, no, no! Gotta get out!' Trixie thought hurriedly as she knew what was happening next.

While she struggled and tried to get out, and really only got into a better position for Zeus, Ven casually sauntered over to them, lit cigarette in her hand. As she reached the pair, Trixie was on all fours but Zeus had his forelegs tight around her ribs while nipping the nape of her neck to keep her still.

"Face it, love. He's got you. You're about to get properly fucked by a dog you've taken on walks before and had sleep on your bed when puppy sitting. Now he's about to make you his bitch. That must be quite the mental conundrum for you, eh? To try and wrap your mind around something like that in a fevered moment like this," wondered the demon masked as Nicole. She sounded rightfully proud of herself, even in contemplation. "But yet, here you are. You've been on the giving end, time for you to receive."

Some small part of the old Trent was hoping Nicole would come out and laugh before pulling off Zeus to save the man this humiliation at the last minute and say it was all roleplay. But as Zeus's massive red rocket probed Trixie's backside and eventually found her wet and swollen cunt, she knew that this was definitely going in that direction.

Whimpering, Trixie thought, 'Please, not like this,' as she looked into Ven's eyes for mercy.

Instead they shimmered gold. Smirking, she walked around a bit to better see the action. "My word, this dog sure has a big set on him. You're in for quite the filling, love," she told Trixie moments before the doberman's cock began pushing into her.

'Fuck, he feels massive,' a whimpering Trixie thought as the dog's fat cock pushed in and stretched her in ways Trixie was still trying to understand as it was happening. Panting, she could feel Zeus's heartbeat through his member as a nine inch canine cock was now buried deep in the former man. Zeus didn't need to be told what to do next.

His hips moved fast as he pumped doggy cock in and out of Trixie, causing the bitch's mind to short circuit and go haywire as her desire to get out of here and not be embarrassed like this was being met with a desire for Zeus to empty his whole load into her fertile womb. Trixie's head was spinning and her emotions were swinging wildly while Zeus was happy to think of just one thing: getting off in this bitch.

"Wow, he sure has a lot of spunk," Ven observed from Zeus's jackhammer form before seeing the dog's massive balls. "In more ways than one," she joked before moving back in front of Trixie and sitting down. Looking Trixie right in the eyes, which were half-closed, Ven had to work to keep her delight in check. "Can't deny that you love it, can you? Getting that dick is good, isn't it? You'd probably would love it as any animal I'll even bet. Not that you would care so much in this moment," she said as she paused briefly to smoke. "So perfect that your neighbors had such an eager dog for this task. I had considered taking you back to the dog park and leaving you at the mercy of the dogs there but this was a shorter walk."

Trixie was listening but she could do little more than that. When she tried to not think about the cock in her, she thought about it more. Eventually she had to submit to the feeling and the fact that a dog like her, a female in heat, was destined to this sort of life. In this low point, Trixie found her deep dark kink being fulfilled.

'Fuck, I love it,' she admitted finally to herself. She looked away from Ven and maybe that was enough for the demon to know.

"That's what I thought," said Ven with a nod.

It was then that Trixie could start to feel something swelling around her vagina's entrance. She was wondering what it was until remembering the doggy she had as Apollo. Except this one felt twice as big, at least from her new perspective.

'Knots mean, mean he's gonna, gonna,' a panting and heated Trixie thought as the knot finally sealed the two together. This didn't stop Zeus's attempt to thrust as the dog desperately wanted to orgasm. He was soon rewarded as his balls started to twitch. Seconds later it was surging down the doberman's cock and flooded into Trixie.

She didn't think she'd be able to actually feel being filled but she felt it all; from the squirts, to the gathering pool, to the pulses as they surged down his cock. Her own orgasm came as well which only seemed to further befuddle Trixie's mind while milking the dick in her even more. The two dogs were locked together in pleasure while Ven watched with satisfaction while casually dragging on her cig.

"How Nicole ever looked at you and saw anything but a breeder is beyond me," Ven said casually. "You seem to be right in your element as you are."

The assessment was one that made Trixie lower her head more but it also sparked something in Ven's own mind which had been idle somewhat until now. But as it woke, Ven stood.

"Nothing but a puppy mill," Ven said dismissively of Trixie, cigarette in the corner of her mouth and hands on her hips.

Trixie could do little else but continue to take Zeus's load until the dog finally seemed spent. His testicles had shrunk in size by several magnitudes at least as his waiting load had finally found a welcome and fertile home. Both animals then collapsed in a heat at they seemed equally spent. Zeus did managed to start licking and nuzzling Trixie.

The bitch's mind, since the orgasm had faded and the dog's erection stop unloading in her, had gradually returned to more human senses. This meant shame and embarrassment at what just happened. It didn't help that even the slightest movement would move the knot and remind her that it still wasn't over.

'He fucked me. Didn't think twice. Like I was just a thing for him to fuck,' Trixie thought idly in the minutes that passed while Zeus's knot shrunk. 'And I fucking loved it.'

During this whole time, Ven was on her phone checking what exactly the puppies of a husky-doberman would fetch. "Seems they're kinda popular. Should be able to make some dough off you," Ven said with a wink.

Trixie looked away from her after that, not wanting to think about being stuck like this. As she was thinking about how to change back, she felt an odd sort of bloating in her guts. At first she thought it was Zeus's knot still in her but when the doberman finally slid out and the sensation was only getting worse, Trixie began to worry. As if that wasn't enough, with the dog's cock out of her, she could still feel his excess leaking down her fur. But it was continued strange feeling in his guts that had her looking down to see what was happening.

She saw a belly that slowly started swelling, more and more, with her teats also protruding more as it was clear something else was happening. Trixie finally had to turn back to Ven for an explanation, only to see her grinning ear to ear.

"Oh, I see you're noticing the full extent of the fertility aspect of my spell. It doesn't just put you into heat more often than the usual husky bitch, but you gestate in just one week rather than taking a couple months. Isn't that more convenient? We can sell far more puppies that way a year, to make up for Trent no longer being a producer. Well, at least not in the way he used to be," she giggled to herself. All the while, Trixie could just listen and watch her pregnant belly get bigger before kicking sensations started.

'N-n-n-n-no! She can't, can't, can't do this! I can't get pregnant! I'm a guy! I can't have puppies! I can't be stuck like this!' she pleaded with her eyes to Ven with ample whimpers too.

Ven just appeared more amused, but in her head, that stirring from before was now awake. Nicole, having heard her name mentioned enough, finally rose again and quickly took stock of what was happening. She saw the same fear, worry, and doubt in Trixie's mind but instead of reveling in it like Ven, she wanted to help.

'He doesn't want this. Change him back,' Nicole demanded of Ven in a voice that was still waking up.

Ven's face soured when she heard the voice in her head. 'But he's, she's having so much fun. Just a year as a dog and I bet he'll be much better husband material,' the demon argued.

Nicole for a moment saw the reason in this but only had to recall Trixie's eyes to remember her stance. 'No, change them back. Remember, we're in this together. You can't just make all the decisions,' Nicole argued.

It took restraint for Ven not to lash out at the woman in her head but she also knew how the agreements worked. The demon hemmed and hawed a little but eventually relented, but not without giving a warning.

'Fine, I'll change him back. But watch out. Now that I've exposed his deep, dark desires, he may feel threatened. He may come after us and try to harm us. If that happens, I hope you want me to help defend ourselves because a man like that, you don't know what he's capable of.'

Nicole still stood proud. 'I think I know my Trent. He just is scared and caught off guard. He would never hurt me,' Nicole said plainly.

Ven didn't argue, instead choosing to sigh loudly and finish her cigarette.

Trixie had been meanwhile losing hope rapidly, as she was trying to come to grips with the thought of being a mother and how she could possibly deal with such a thing. So when she felt a hand under her chin which turned her eyes upward and into the demon's golden gaze, he was expecting some final insult or curse.

Instead, she kissed his nose. Then, she stood and went over to Zeus, who was back to playing with his ball. "I'll take care of him. You try and not make a lot of noise during the next process. If I'm back in time, I'll help you inside, but I suggest you start getting there yourself," Ven told him as she leashed the doberman.

Ven then left with the dog as Trixie felt a sudden stiffness in all her joints and bones. It wasn't long before she could look down her snout and see her nose losing its black.

'I'm changing back. Oh thank, thank everything. Oh thank you, I won't be stuck an animal,' she said, thinking that transformation back to humanity would be the same awkwardness as it had been before. But what she got was a painful, bone cracking, tendon re-adjusting, muscle twitching, and uncomfortable transformation back to humanity that returned Trixie's old gender along with all that fur receding back in.

Trent's fingers were digging into the grass and soil for a desperate grip as his fingers returned and the other changes continued. He did manage to crawl his way to the back porch steps but it was a returning Ven that helped pick him up to his mostly reformed feet and helped him back in just as dusk as settling in.

Once inside, the transformation only had another ten minutes of excruciating agony as cramps and more adjustments were needed to return humanity to the man. He yelped and cried out more than a few times before finally saying really words.

"Fuck it all hurts!" were his first words as he continued changing.

"I bet it does," Ven said with a little disappointment in her voice.

When Trent was finally back to his old self and had caught his breath and senses, he got up his feet and was very shaky. The house was still hazy and hot, and the candles were doing most of the lighting, but at least he was on two feet.

He found Ven in the kitchen, still looking like Nicole, preparing dinner.

"So was that the plan all along? Or did you change your mind?" he asked while taking a seat the breakfast table. "And am I talking to Nicole?"

"How does burgers for dinner sound?" she instead asked.

"Fine, fine. But my questions?" he reiterated.

She ignored him for a moment, gathering the ingrediants and starting a pan before finally saying something. "It was neither the plan nor me having a change of heart. It just, a courtesy. A favor. But I would be wary, Trent. I know your sort, and I will have an eye on you. But, if you wondering who is in control here," she said before lifting her hand and snapping another flame out of it that burned blue off her thumb without scorching the skin. "You play with fire, you'll get burned." Trent gulped and felt nerves in his chest. He then watched her face go from threat to relaxed comfort. "Now, silly, how many burgers do you want?"

The voice was Nicole's again and immediately brought a sense of comfort to Trent. "Nicole? You're back?"

"I never left, hun," she said as if Ven had not just been present. "Now, how many burgers do you want?"

"Two. Two is fine, babe. Sorry, just, glad to have you back," said a relieved Trent. But as he watched her smile back at him, he could see that golden shimmer in her eye.

'I've let a demon into my life. Oh fuck, I need help,' Trent was left to think as he covered his worry with a fake smile.

Part VII: Holy Rolling the Dice

Trent awoke the next day and was wide awake within seconds. He had been having lucid, strange dreams where he was free falling or driving a car without brakes. When he sat up and looked over, he was surprised to see the lump of body there as Nicole appeared to still be sleeping for once. It was something of a relief to Trent at first before he remembered what happened the previous day.

During and after dinner, and right up until they went to bed. Nicole's demeanor would change frequently from kind and caring to shifty and leering. She almost often spoke with idle threats that made Trent unsure whether the demon or Nicole was in control. He went to bed nervous and wondering if the thing next to him was his girlfriend or not. So when he woke up and remembered it all, Trent was fearing for his life.

Getting dressed quickly and quietly, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and car keys and snuck out of the house and made his way over to Matt and Sara's.

'I need some help dealing with a demon. Who better to ask than a pastor's son?' Trent thought as he walked up to their front door and knocked. He waited for a few moments, knocked again, and waited more before remembering what day it was. 'Damn, they're already at church,' he thought as he quickly went to his phone.

As Matt was busy overseeing the broadcast of his father's sermon, he was free to text and they were able to schedule a meetup at the diner where Matt and Sara went to eat after church. Trent arrived there several hours early and just sat in the parking lot, trying to think of what to do. He was mostly worried to get a text from Nicole asking where he was. But the biggest concern he had was exactly how to explain to his neighbors and long time friends what was going on without them thinking him crazy or a pervert. Some half-truths might need to be told.

When Matt and Sara finally arrived, Trent greeted them both with long, close hugs.

"Nice to see you too, Trent," a squeezed Sara thanked.

"Sorry, sorry. I just, there is a lot to say and cover and I really need your help," Trent got out in a quick stammer.

"Sure, sure, man. Let's get inside first and sit down," Matt suggests as he corralled Trent and they head into the restaurant.

They were seated in a booth, served coffee, and gave their orders before Trent appeared comfortable enough to start. "I know a lot of what I'm about to say sounds crazy but you have to believe me. I really need your help and I'm worried about not just myself but for Nicole's soul as well," he got out quickly to his friends.

Matt and Sara looked at each other with concern before Matt spoke up first, "What is it, Trent? You know we're both here for you and always want the best for you and Nicole."

"Most definitely. What's the matter?" Sara asked with genuine concern.

Trent took a deep breath and tried to think of what he was going to say before he said it like always but his mind was really worked up and anxious, so it was hard. "It started last week when we were at some antique shop and Nicole bought a necklace," Trent began.

"Ah, money problems?" Matt presumed confidently.

"No, no. Not money at all. The necklace she bought it, it, it had some sort of... spirit in it. A succubus, like a demon, was trapped in it and, yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, but when Nicole wears it, her and the demon bond," he explained before knowing he had to not make himself look like some twisted pervert. "I told her not to dabble in the magic but she did and even used it on me for protesting. She turned me into a dog and, and the rabbit in the cage when you were over on Tuesday? That was me! She did that to me as, as punishment for talking back." Trent felt a little bad lying but knew Matt and Sara would not be as on board if they knew the full truth. That was always something they could go over when this was all behind them.

Both Matt and Sara's faces reflected a disbelief that Trent had been expecting.

"Are you being serious right now or is this some weird joke?" a puzzled Sara asked.

"I promise, I am not joking. She has like, magical powers now. She can change things, even herself, and she's, the demon that is, seems rather cruel and conniving. It's not like I asked for any of this," Trent lied, having to look away to cover his face.

"Woah, woah, woah, man. It's fine, it's okay. Like, are we talking about some kind of weird... roleplay thing or what? You're not making any sense," Matt told his friend with concern.

"I'm making perfect sense if you just believe me. Nicole she's, she's been taken over by this succubus and I need your help to get her back," Trent explained, clearly begging to be believed.

Matt and Sara again looked concerned but confused.

"Like, metaphorically? Is she into drugs or...?" Sara tried to asked politely.

Trent slammed his hand down on the table, nearly spilling all their coffees and causing everyone to look in their direction. Quickly realizing the attention, Trent blushed and slid deeper into the booth.

"Seriously, Trent, what is going on? You're not acting like yourself at all," a clearly uneasy Matt asked with frustration.

"I keep telling you but you don't listen. Nicole's necklace, which contained a demon's soul, has overtaken my girlfriend. I'm afraid for her and myself, because the bitch has magical powers. I need your help to try and save Nicole from this demon. I'm asking you two for help because you're my closest friends and I would hope you would at least try to believe me." Trent sounded scared and exhausted by the time he finished, which both Matt and Sara felt.

"Okay, Trent. Let's say we want to believe you. Could you maybe explain it all for us better? Help us wrap out minds around it?" Matt asked with Sara nodding the whole time.

Trent felt at least a touch of relief when he heard that. "Thank you for at least giving me the chance," Trent said with appreciation. Over the next hour, he recalled everything he could from Nicole buying the necklace to his waking up that morning afraid and in need of help. He conveniently left out anything that implied he enjoyed or encouraged any of it, and also the part about fucking another dog and being fucked by Zeus the night before, but tried to otherwise leave whatever details in he could.

For their part, Matt and Sara listened and asked questions, though sometimes they were having a hard time believing Trent. But knowing he wasn't the type to act like this, they at least had to lend some credence to it being real. Even the arrival of their food didn't stop Trent talking as he barely touched his meal as the others ate and listened.

By the time their plates were taken and their coffees refilled a fourth time, Matt and Sara were at least able to allow that something may be going on. Both had seen Nicole briefly at times the past week and noted her darker attire and strange hours compared to how she usually acted. While neither was willing to allow the transformation aspect of things, they were at least willing to give Trent the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, Trent. How do we help? What can we do?" Matt asked when Trent finally finished and was out of story to tell.

"Yeah, we want to help but, I'm not sure how?" Sara did sound truthful but the girl always lacked imagination, Trent knew.

"I've been trying to think of how to get out of this. I think the necklace is the real key to things. I think if we can separate her from the necklace, the demon should lose control of Nicole, right?" Trent offered, hoping it sounded as good to the others as it had in his head.

Both began to nod before Matt spoke up first. "Yeah, I mean, based on what you've said, the necklace is the crux of all this devilry. Though this should certainly be something of a lesson to you, Trent. Like it says in Peters five-eight, 'Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour'," Matt quoted effortlessly.

"Yeah, that's some of that holy goodness we need to use against this thing. But how do we do it?" asked Trent.

There was more silence as they all thought before Matt spoke up first. "Well, maybe you go home first and then come up soon after and stop by for a visit? She doesn't know me and Sara know so we could all get close to her. Maybe Sara can distract her with some girl talk and then we make our move. We used to eat up defenses together in college, I'm sure we can handle Nicole and a little necklace chain," Matt boasted.

"Yeah, you two are beasts. And I can certainly be chatty enough to distract her. Heck, if a demon has a hold of Nicole, I'll yank that necklace off myself!" added Sara enthusiastically.

Feeling encouraged, Trent began to sit up straighter. "I'm liking this plan. The real trick is catching her off guard before she gets a chance to do anything magical or curse us," Trent is quick to remind.

Matt appeared unconcerned. "Me and Sara will also be wearing our crosses, which I'm sure will make a demon like her squirm," he joked.

After a bit more boasting and detail planning, Trent finally received a text from Nicole asking where he was. It was nearly noon and she had only now texted, which Trent found odd.

"What should I tell her I've been doing?" Trent asked his friends.

Matt thought for a moment while Sara started blankly.

"Tell her... tell her that your mom needed you to help with something. Should cover it," suggested Matt.

Trent went with it and Nicole appeared to believe him, then just asking when he would be home.

"I guess it's time to put things into motion. I'll head home now and text when I arrive. Don't leave me hanging too long. Hopefully she's still more Nicole than demon when I get home," Trent said with a touch of nervousness.

"Don't worry, buddy. It'll be fine and it'll work out. Maybe we should say a quick prayer?" Matt said to Trent who nodded.

They pray, with Matt mostly asking for help tackling Nicole's demon and delivering her back to the woman Trent fell in love with. After an Amen, they hugged and Trent left first, feeling hopeful and confident that this would work.

"Don't worry, Nicole. We'll save you," Trent said to himself before starting up his car and heading home to destiny.

Part VIII: Leaving A Mark

When Trent arrived home, dark clouds were just starting to roll in. He had been playing it all out in his head on the drive and had convinced himself by the time he opened the front door that this would work.

Inside, everything was quite dark save for areas lit with candles. Once again it was quite hot but not to the point of generating steam at least.

"Nicole? Babe?" Trent called out as he tried to figure where she was. "You upstairs or down?" he asked as he passed the stairs.

Nicole then suddenly appeared at the top, wearing little more than a red tank top and matching lace. The woman smiled before gradually descending. "Right here, love," she said when she reached the bottom.

They kissed and Trent was relieved to at least hear the voice he was used to. But as he looked at her again, he noticed that the necklace was still around her neck and barely hidden by her tee.

"Sorry for not texting. My mom just needed help with the back lawn again and I just rushed off, thinking I'd be back in time, but then she started talking my ear off," Trent told her as they both walked towards the kitchen.

"That's fine, hun. I was just a little worried when I woke up and didn't see you there," a somewhat concerned Nicole explained.

Trent laughed. "I was surprised to wake up and see you still in bed for a change."

The comment mad Nicole smile. "Yeah, well, I was just really comfortable last night, you know? Head was more at peace perhaps," she explained while going to the fridge. "Do you want any breakfast? I haven't eaten yet," she said.

"Nah, I already ate," Trent replied while going to the window.

"Huh," Nicole said with doubt. "Your mom hates cooking and you hate eating on Sundays because of the church crowds, so when did you eat?"

The astute question made Trent flinch but thankfully he had his back to her at the time. "Yeah, well, I saw a diner that looked empty and was just really hungry after all that yard work, ya know? I mean, I could probably still fit a little extra in if you wanna make something," he offered as he finally turned and had a mostly straight face on.

Nicole searched his eyes and seemed satisfied when she answered, "Sure, I get it. Just figured I'd offer."

"No, no. Totally fine, hun. Was pretty strange of me to do but a diner with no line on a Sunday morning around here is a good get," he joked, hoping she wouldn't probe further. "So what were your plans for the day, babe?"

Nicole let out a sigh and scratched her head and was about to answer when the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" she asked as she checked the time before heading towards the front door.

"Uhhh, Nik? You're not wearing any pants," Trent told her, even though he enjoyed watching he hips move as she walked away.

"Huh?" she asked before looking down at herself. "Oh, I suppose you're right. Knowing my luck, it would be neighbors, right?" she joked. Then, with a simple wave of her hand, a pair black yoga pants just appeared over her legs in pieces until the illusion was complete. "That should do, right?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Y-yeah, looks good," Trent said with a confident smile that hid his now confirmed worry that Nicole and the demon were close.

'She's using magic like the demon used. I need to get that necklace off her,' Trent assured himself in his mind. He heard the door open and Nicole react warmly to seeing Matt and Sara before inviting them in. Once the couple appeared and made eye contact with Trent, he made the slightest of nods when Nicole wasn't looking, hoping that would communicate enough.

"Trent, look who I found at the front door," Nicole said as they all entered the kitchen.

"Matt! Sara! So happy to see you," Trent said, trying to sound surprised. "What brings you two by?" he asked as he came over to shake Matt's hand and hug Sara.

"Well we missed you on Tuesday so thought we could stop in for a little bit today and hang out, if it isn't too much trouble," Matt explained while taking off his blazer.

Trent looked to Nicole for a response and way happy when he saw her shrug happily. "No bother at all. Always happy to have friends over," Nicole responded warmly.

"That top is so cute on you, Nik. Where did you get it?" Sara idly asked Nicole while Trent and Matt walked off, idly talking about the football games today until they were out of earshot of Nicole and Sara's conversation.

"So, we still doing this?" Matt asked while eyeing Nicole.

"Yeah, she's still acting... strange. She's hiding it now that you two are here but like those yoga pants she has on? She just poofed those onto her body before she answered the door," Trent said back at a hushed tone to Matt, though his voice got louder near the end.

"Calm down, calm down, Trent. We'll handle this," urged Matt. "I do see that necklace on her and I'm remembering it from the other night too. She was never the sort to wear a lot of jewelry," Matt couldn't help but note.

"Right? This demon is really changing her. You noticed the house too, right?" Trent asked before noticing Nicole was glancing their way. "But all I'm really saying is, Dallas has no D and that's not gonna change until coaching does," he said loudly until seeing Nicole smile and turn back to Sara.

"Right, right," Matt replied at a raised voice before whispering, "Yeah, this place kinda feels like one of those goth parties we'd go to around Halloween in college. Except without the booze," he joked.

"You're telling me," Trent agreed.

Gradually, they all worked their way into the living room where they were all standing around chatting, with Trent and Matt flanking Nicole while Sara was going on about some small bit of gossip from the neighborhood. The trigger for them to be ready to pounce was when the conversation turned to their dog Zeus, which Trent had suggested not using as the 'go' sign for their plan for undisclosed reasons but they went with it anyway.

"Oh hun, did you tell Nicole about Zeus from last night?" Matt finally brought up when it seemed Sara was off on a tangent.

Sara looked at him oddly for a moment, a little offended to be interrupted before she appeared to remember the plan. "Oh right, yes. Zeus. Well, Nik, you wouldn't believe what we found him doing when we got home."

"Oh my word, but I put him in the kitchen like you asked," a concerned Nicole replied.

"Oh, it was nothing you did. He just decided it was a good time to go through the garbage and we found him in the middle of a huge pile of it. I was so mad, Matt had to calm me down," Sara explained slowly, as if more of story than a memory.

Still, Nicole was going along with it, making it seem like the perfect moment to strike.

"I'm sorry to hear that. While he was over, Zeus was- hey! What are you doing!" Nicole suddenly shout when Trent suddenly moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Matt!" Trent yelled as he yet Nicole as firmly as he could without actually trying to hurt her.

"Right," Matt said before moving in front of Nicole and going to her necklace right away. He just about found the latch when he saw Trent's grip starting to fail.

"Ach, she's fighting back!" Trent shouted as he could feel Nicole's body resisting.

"Shit," cursed Matt before he grabbed Nicole by the arms in an attempt to keep them down at her side. But he soon felt the same surprising strength from Nicole pushing against him. "Damn! She's freakin' strong! Sara! Get it off her!"

Sara, who had been watching since they jumped Nicole, finally went into action herself. "Right. Just keep her still," Sara told them as she got around in between the two men and began reaching for the necklace.

It was at this point in the struggle when a serene look washed over Nicole's face before her eyes shut before her head tilted to the side slightly as if she had suddenly fallen asleep.

"I think she passed out?" ventured Matt.

"Then why is she still fighting back?" a taxed and straining Trent asked.

While they tried to figure this out in the moment, time seemed to slow within the head of Nicole. All was dark until a single spotlight from above shone straight down. Into this light stepped Nicole and then directly across from her, Ven.

"I told you they'd come for us," Ven said simply to Nicole, who only now seemed aware of what was going on.

"Wait, why are they attacking me?" Trent? Matt? Even Sara?" a befuddled and concerned Nicole asked.

"They're afraid of you, dear. I told you this would happen if you let Trent be and see what he did? Turned your friends against you and now they're trying to... what? Separate us? The shock could kill us," warned the demon as she began to pace around Nicole, who was lost in troubled thought.

Nicole was trying to add up all the pieces but in the heat of the moment, none of it seemed to make any sense. All she knew for sure was she was being attacked by those she thought she trusted.

"I don't know what to do," Nicole admitted as she finally looked to Ven.

The demon smiled thinly before stopping in front of the woman. "I do. You just have to let me do it," Ven said softly as she extended her hand to Nicole. "Just agree to let me take care of you and I promise, we won't be threatened again."

The deal sounded simple enough, and to Nicole's heart at that moment, she just wanted to feel safe. So she took Ven's hand and shook it.

"Wonderful," grinned the succubus, her grip tightening.

Nicole winced for a moment before she found herself captivated by the demon's golden eyes. "What's happening," she asked as her being began to feel lighter.

"A bonding, of sorts," the demon said to the girl, keeping her sight on her own eyes and not the singed fire that was spreading from their shaking hands up Nicole's arm, leaving the flesh ash in its wake. Soon it spread over her entire body, the entire time the woman not breaking away from the demon's gaze.

"I feel..." Nicole gasped before the singing fire crossed her head and left her entire body an ash statue. Ven had only to break her hand away for the statue to crumble, the girl's being turned to dust into air. Here, Ven began taking deep breaths, drawing in the ash through nose and mouth until nothing remained of Nicole. The demon, however, looked empowered and righteous. "Excellent. No one more holding back then," she grinned before cackling and storming back to consciousness.

"Have you got it yet?" Matt asked as he was now straining to keep Nicole from breaking free.

"Almost! Almost! I'm doing it blind so," Sara explained. At that same moment, Nicole's head snapped back up and her eyes opened, nearly blinding Matt with a golden flash of light. Stunned, he backed away. She then spread her arms, throwing Trent off her back and tumbling into the couch. "Got it!" Sara declared before Nicole batted the woman away with the back of her right hand.

Sara cried as she was struck and stumbled away in tears, but with the necklace in hand.

Matt went to his wife's aid while Trent tried getting to his feet.

"Enough!" Nicole declared while everyone else just tried to get their bearings. "I've had enough of holding back and being kind," she snarled while looking over the three around her.

"I have her necklace!" Sara said, holding up the piece.

Nicole smirked. "Little more than trinket now. You'd be welcome to it but I don't see it fitting you. No, not for what I have in store for you," she said to Sara before her eyes moved to Trent. "And you too, love. I've had your fitting in mind for days but Nicole wouldn't let me but now she can't stop me," Nicole said wickedly, her voice beginning to change already.

"What's the bitch going on about? You weren't joking about her losing it, Trent," Matt said as he got up and approached the woman he still dwarfed in size. "Look, Nicole, I don't know if it's drugs or possession, you're gonna wake the hell up," he said, going then to backhand the woman only for her to catch hand mid swing with ease.

"And as for you," said an ever changing female voice that Trent was beginning to recognize and it was scaring him, "I'm not quite sure what to do with you but give me a moment, let me get into character first," she said in a voice that made Trent's heart shiver.

What followed was a reveal that captivated all as it happened. First, she ran her hands over her clothing, scorching it off in the case of her shirt and panties while simply removing the illusion of pants from before. Then Nicole began to take deeper breaths which caused her chest to heave larger but also every breath made her taller too. Soon these changes were followed by a more troubling one and that was a spreading of red skin from splotches on her back, face, stomach, and crotch. They soon covered her entire body, giving her skin that red look Trent remembered all too well.

"We need to get out of here. Now!" Trent urged as he go to his feet and reached to take a still stunned Sara by the hand. "Come on!" he urged, pulling Sara along while she continuing gawking at the changing woman.

Just after her nails grew and darkened, she only needed to point at the fleeing pair to stop them dead in their tracks. Every muscle in their bodies seized up and they were stuck where they were before before collapsed to the ground in a shared heap.

"I don't believe I gave you leave to exit," the changing woman said with a fanged grin, her horns only now starting to puncture her forehead before growing up and back over her black hair. Hands and knees for you both and turn to face the room. No need to be shy or modest," suggested the demon to which Trent and Sara were compelled to obey.

It did still leave their mouths free.

"You can't do this! Nicole! Help!" Trent pleaded, hoping that some part of his girlfriend still remained.

But the plea only made the succubus, whose tail was now fully grown and body gaining all the curves that Trent remembered her having.

All this time, Matt had been enamored with the sight in front of him, even as it became more and more demonic. In some strange way, seeing her helped confirm, to him, that heaven and hell were real places and that his faith hadn't been misplaced. But that also came with the awareness of staring down a temptress of Satan, and he had just the weapon for that.

Digging into his shirt, Matt pulled out a large gold cross which hung from a chain always around his neck. He held it out in front of him as far as he could and began to approach the demon while muttering the Lord prayer. As he did, the demon reveled in finally having her body back before noticing the approaching man and cross.

"And what do we have here, a holy man?" the demon tittered.

"Yeah, bitch. You could say that. I come with Christ and I am beyond your temptations, foul temptress," Matt said confidently, though his pace towards her had slowed.

"Foul? Christ? My my, you have quite the warped view of the world, lad," she said before boldly stepping right to Matt, without an ounce of fear. "But you are the religious sort, right? You are often that way. Too uptight and dogmatic. It gives you strength but," and she pauses to grab the golden cross from Matt's grip to squeeze it in her own, "but it just means you're more fun to break."

Matt then watched as the tightening grip of the demon started to steam the cross before he watched the gold begin to melt right out of her hand. In the hand, she was shaking the excess gold off onto the carpet to harden before walking right into the face of Matt, but not saying a word.

"Matt! Do something!" Sara yelled at him after seeing the man's inaction.

Instead Matt just stammered the question, "What are you?" while being lost in her golden eyes.

The demon smirked. "You can call be Ven, and I'm a rather powerful succubus who has now taken control of this body in full. You all are about to be the victims of several centuries of pent of aggression though, I doubt I'll get all my angst out today. But it will be a good start. As for you, Matt, I do think I have just the perfect change for you," Ven said with delight in her voice.

"Leave him alone!" Trent shouted for his friend, knowing full well what Ven was capable of.

"Don't you touch him!" Sara threatened while struggling and failing to get free.

Ven moved right up onto Matt who appeared entranced by the woman's eyes, even as she kissed and licked at his neck. "Mmmmmm, yes, you have a good taste to you. I think you'd make a wonder little pet for me. A horny little demon like me," Ven said with pouting lips. "How does that sound, love? Spend the rest of your life as a devoted whore in red?" she asked him, her words dripping with lust.

Matt's body was stiff but shaking lightly, as he appeared unable to look away from Ven. "I... I can't move," he gasped through a mostly clenched mouth.

"Leave him alone!" Sara screamed at Ven as she saw her husband made powerless.

The demon could be seen smiling but didn't break her gaze. "Do you want to be left alone, Matt?" she asked him as her hand came to softly start cupping the bulge of Matt's crotch. "If anything, I bet you would want more attention." Her words teased him further while her hand did the same more directly, quickly bringing the man to an erection he couldn't control.

"Please, I, I, I'm sorry," a now scared Matt began to beg, tears dripping from his eyes.

"For what?" Ven asked, acting clueless. "All you did was make a silly mistake any dumb man could make," she told him as her hands moved up his shirt slowly before reaching his collar where she grabbed him roughly and brought him even closer. "Now, let's just kiss and make up, shall we?"

The succubus then pressed her lips into Matt's while pulling him even closer.

"You bitch! Let go of him! Let me out!" Sara continued to shout as it was all she could do except to watch.

Her full red lips pressed against his thin white ones and soon there was steam literally rising from between the two as Matt felt a sort of hot friction spreading from his mouth. His was also feeling the heat as it almost felt like he was being stroked, though both the demon's hands were now at the back of his head head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. As she did and the heat spread throughout Matt's body in a way that was becoming strangely comforting. So it wasn't long before the man's eyes gradually shut just as the tent at the front of his pants began to wet with the orgasm he couldn't stop erupting.

"My God, what is she doing to him? Why doesn't he move?" a desperate Sara asks Trent who is stuck in the same position as her.

"I told you. She's powerful. She can control you. Change you," Trent told her while fearing for his friend.

Ven began to really lean into the kiss now, pushing her tongue deep into Matt's mouth and then right down his throat, briefly gagging the man before sliding it back out. All the while, never breaking her lock with him. It was at this connection point where the first real changes happened, with Matt's head swimming, his lips began to plump and fatten while his beard began to recede. This went unnoticed by Trent and Sara as they instead watched Ven extend a finger and then run it down the front of Matt's dress shirt, leaving a trail of cinders in its wake that burned the front of the shirt and undershirt away before consuming the entire thing.

"Matt! Honey, please! Run!" Sara beseeched her husband. Instead she watched the demon do the same with the man's pants; scorching them off and leaving him naked. It allowed a full few of his shrunken cock, still dripping the last bits of seed he had, while his balls were also looking particularly shrunken.

'Fuck, she's ruining him,' Trent thought as he wished he didn't have to watch this happen to his best friend, knowing he was reason Matt was stuck like this.

With beard now gone, Matt's facial features began to soften while his nose got smaller and his hair started growing out. As if that wasn't enough, his ears began getting longer too while his cheeks, which Trent thought were just blushing, turned a darker and darker shade of red.

"No, no, no, please, not him," cried Sara as she watched her husband's cock shrink and shrink and after one last squirt of cum, disappeared between his legs along with his balls. From where they were stuck, Trent and Sara couldn't see what was happening but Trent didn't have think hard to know what was happening.

Matt's nipples hardened as Ven's hands slid over them before turning darker and getting larger before the flesh behind them began to bounce more with every desperate breath the man took. As this happened, his frame as a whole began to shrink while his body hair was quickly disappearing. Muscle and fat steamed off his body as now even Matt's height began to diminish, leading to Ven starting to stand over his feminizing body more and more.

"She's taking the life out of him," Sara said on the verge of tears. The sight of this demonic woman laying hands on her man and taking away everything she physically loved about it him felt like death to her.

Trent could see Matt's skin turning an even deeper shade of red while his friend's ass fattened and plumped while his hips became more shapely, just like the rest of him. Trent was very aware his friend wasn't dying so much as being replaced. It was when two sharp points burst from above Matt's temples and began growing out that Trent was assured of his fate.

All this time, Matt was indistinctly aware that his body was changing- such as the room being bigger or the new slit between his legs moistening- and while he couldn't understand it, he did know enough to be somewhat afraid and aware that his wife was nearby. This came as he could feel the weight of his swelling breasts on his chest, already surpassing fatten D cups, along with the gradual growth of his own tail. He had lost over a foot in height now and looked just as short, if not shorter, than Sara.

But Matt didn't have enough willpower or strength to break from the kiss that continued to change him and warp his body into a smaller, more busty petite version of Ven, with his skin color a deeper scarlet while his ears were longer and horns smaller. Still, as the last of the red bled into his now dainty feet with sharpened black nails, the figure that stood where Matt once did shared little in common with the former man. From his left hand fell his wedding band which no longer fit his slender fingers.

As the changes appeared to slow, Ven's hand finally dipped between Matt's legs and caused him to move his hips enough so that his wife could quite clearly see the pristine red cunt he now had. For Sara, it was almost too much to handle as they pair had been hoping to start a family soon, and now this.

"You fucking bitch! You fucking whore!" an angry and despondent Sara screamed at Ven who finally broke her kiss to turn and look right back at her.

Her mouth literally smoldering, Ven licks her lips and then her teeth. "Mmmmmm, his manhood was delicious," cooed the sultry succubus as she finally let go over the stunned Matt, causing the stunned former man to stumble back before looking in stunned horror at his body.

"Oh my fucking Lord! No!" Matt bemoaned in a voice bubbly sweet girly voice while staring down at her own cleavage. The more Matt looked at the body he now had, the more Ven enjoyed it.

"Mmmmm, yes, quite the lovely creature you are now. Sadly, you don't quite have the mindset required for the work still ahead," a confident Ven said as she again approached Matt.

Now truly fearful of what Ven could do, Matt attempted to run, going towards Sara and Trent with the hopes of them somehow helping his current predicament. He even got a few steps away before a firm hand gripped his new long tail and tugged him back. The shock caught Matt so off guard, and was clearly not used to his new lower center of gravity, that he tumbled forward onto his buxom new chest.

"Oh Matt, please, honey, get up!" Sara pleaded with the creature that used to look like her husband just a few feet ahead of her. Sara could see Ven strutting over and feared what the demon might do next. And for good reason.

Matt push himself up to his knees before Ven grabbed him by the long black hair he now had and held him firmly.

"Let go!" Matt implored. Every effort to pull away from her only caused him pain.

Ven tugs his head back and leans down to tell him, "I will once you do a good girl's work," before giving face a long, wet lick from cheek to cheek. Then, while stunned, Ven moves into better position and pushes Matt's face into her own cunt. Matt's desperate eyes open and look up as the golden gaze of Ven looks down at him. "Now, eat until you're full of nothing but lust, my new Pet."

The order, along with the name, triggered something planted in Matt's mind when the transformation began, which caused his eyes to close and body to submit to the order. Using his new longer and more flexible tongue, he began licking and tasting Ven, before submitting to further desires and really leaning into it more.

"No, Matt, stop! Honey, please! What are you doing?" a stunned and scared Sara asked as she watched her husband devour a succubae's cunt.

"Shit, Matt, come on," Trent said as he felt embarrassed for his friend, though he knew full well what it was like to lose yourself to sexual desires while under the spells of this demon. "Please, Matt. You can fight it. For Sara, man," he told Matt anyway, hoping that perhaps the man's faith could save him.

But in Matt's mind, with every lick of Ven's savory slit, it was like he was getting closer to bliss. As it happened, his mind began to fragment and fade, losing memories and knowledge with every added moment of submission. His hands went from trying to tug Ven's hand off to caressing her hips and ass. Ven meanwhile had let go of Ven, seeing the failure of the man's resistance, and just stroked his hair instead.

Seeing Matt looking more willing was just further heartbreak for Sara who wanted desperately to look away but could not.

"Mmmmmmmm, your husband is much better suited to this sort of life and work I think. By the end, he won't remember his old life, his relationship with you, numbers, or his name. Because of course he's not your husband anymore, she's my Pet," Ven told Sara while all the while letting out soft moans of pleasure. Her tail even came too wrap around Matt, pulling the demon's new toy even closer.

The act continued, with the new Pet's growing lust becoming more apparent as she desperately tried to both pleasure Ven but also herself, as her own new tail came under her on its own volition and began working her new clit. It was enough to drive any former thought of being male, human, or anything other than her mistress's plaything out for good. Left over was a creature of desire, lust, raw sexual need, and a body to enjoy it all with.

Only with every ounce of Matt gone did the new Pet open her eyes, which now smoked with a golden light that was only slightly dimmer than Ven's. For Sara it was too much to bear, and she sobbed while still stuck on hands and knees with her head forward. Trent could see and hear the sorrow in her despair. But as Matt's transformation completed, Trent knew that this meant Ven would move to her next target.

The two demons, the old and the new, looked at each other as the latter was finally able to lick Ven to orgasm, which resulted in the demon's tail squeezing her Pet tight while gushing into her waiting mouth.

"Oh yes, YES, my Pet. How good it must feel to be given proper purpose to your life. To be changed into what you really are," Ven said with a sneering grin down to her Pet.

Finally pulling away from the cunt she had been eating for what felt like her whole life, Pet nodded while her lips and chin dripped. "Yes, mistress. Thank you so much," she said with devotion.

"Of course, my new lovely," Ven said as she continued to stroke her Pet's head. Ven then looked over at the two she still had frozen in position. "Submission is so much easier than fighting it. Trent knows that well, don't you, my love?" teased the demon in a voice that for a moment sounded like Nicole's.

Trent wanted to turn away but couldn't. "You're insane," was all he could say to her.

"Am I?" she asked. "You're the one that was so eager to indulge their dark fantasies. Did you tell them how you wanted to be the horse? To be the bunny? The animal? That you loved fucking puppies into bitches and having them put into you with equal, twisted and dark, desire. It was your interest that opened the door for me, Trent," she said with eyes on Trent, but with Sara's ears in mind. She turned her Pet's head to face them while allowing the new succubus to rest briefly. "Nicole was a nice girl, naive, but to concerned with your needs over her own. Now look where it's gotten you."

"What, what the hell is she talking about, Trent?" Sara asked, the image of her former husband looking now looking like a buxom red harlot staring back at her.

"She's lying she's," Trent tried to say before a leather crack cut through the air. Both Trent and Sara looked up to see Ven holding a leather collar in her hands.

Kneeling, Ven began to affix the collar to her Pet. As she did, she continued, "I suppose it would be difficult to bring up being knotted by your neighbor's dog in casual conversation, Trent, but you could have been a little more honest with Sara. Especially if you were leading her into her doom like this." The collar now on, Ven whispered something into her Pet's ear which got a nod from the demon before she ran off to grab the recliner chair.

"You're lying you, you evil... hellshpawn!" a desperate Trent shouted back at her, despite the truth in her words.

The Pet moved the seat up just behind Ven, allowing the powerful succubus to have a seat. Just as she was relaxing into it, she also realized the chair could swivel and was amused. "Oh, lovely! I don't' even have to get up. My, my, my, how I do love this new age." As she spoke, her Pet moved around in front of her and wrapped herself around her mistress's legs before reclining on her side to look at Trent and Sara as if for the first time.

"Who are they, mistress?" the Pet asked while looking at Sara in particular.

"Them? Why, they're very naughty people who tried to hurt your mistress. Made a foolish plan that ended ended about as well as it was planned," snickered Ven as she returned to petting her new toy.

"Are they to be punished, mistress?" a hopeful Pet asked, her own white fangs showing as she smiled sinfully.

With eyes on Trent, Ven was pleased to answer. "You could call it punishment, while others may call it pleasure. You'll learn, my Pet, that the two are often intertwined. Now, which of these naughty humans shall receive first?"

The Pet was delighted at the suggestion. "Oh thank you, Mistress. I'll choose so well for you," she reassured.

"I'm sure you will, Pet," Ven tittered.

Turning her attention from the mistress to Trent and Sara, the Pet bit her lip and began fondling her own breasts while trying to decide between the two. Trent was hopeful not to be picked while Sara, still crying, still could not choke down the fact her husband was changed this much.

Perhaps owing to some affinity left over from a past life, or just because the woman's tears intrigued her, the Pet fixated on Sara before finally nodding. "Her, Mistress."

Trent breathed a sigh of relief that drew a sharp look from Sara. "Trent, is this really your fault?" she asked through tears.

The question caused Trent's throat to tense up. "No, no," was all he could say but with little conviction.

"Don't be modest, Trent. You played the biggest role in your current predicament and for the rest of your days, you'll have to live with that. But first, we need to take care of Sara since she plays such an important role in your new future," Ven said to Trent while running her tongue slowly around her lips and staring down Sara.

Tugging her Pet up by the collar and onto her lap, Ven whispered something into her ear. Something that caused the face of the Pet to gush with horny lust once finished. "Oh my, Mistress. Can we start now?" the eager Pet asked.

"I hate waiting, Pet, so of course," Ven obliged. Then, with a simple wave of her hand, the spell locking Sara into place was removed and the woman, whose muscles were suddenly no longer tensed, collapsed onto her stomach.

"Sara? Sara? Get up! Get up and run!" Trent pleaded with the woman as he saw her moving freely but slowly.

In the time it took for Sara to regain her senses and look up, the Pet had leapt from the chair and onto the floor in front of the woman. Startled, Sara got up to her feet quickly before actually noticing her own freedom. She immediately turned to run, only for the Pet to jump behind her and wrapped their arms around Sara's waist.

"Let me go! Let me go!" screeched Sara while she started beating on the hands holding her. But much like with Ven, they were too strong and determined to be broken and Sara was quickly dragged back against her will and more into the center of the living room. "Please, please! Matt! You can't, you can't do this! Remember who you are!" she begged the creature behind her, despite feeling the demon's perky tits pushing into her back.

Sniffing the woman's neck before licking her face, the Pet was unaffected by her words. "I have her how you wanted, mistress," the Pet said dutifully.

Making sure to wink at Trent first, Ven spins in her chair until she faces the still struggling Sara. "What a pretty thing you are," the succubus compliments. "It's a shame what I have to do to you but, if I'm honest, I'm mostly using you to give Trent a lesson so, what's about to happen to you is less something you particularly deserve, and more more just what I want," she said candidly. "But for what it's worth, I'll let your former squeeze help you enjoy what's about to happen."

"You go right back to hell you harlot!" a defiant Sara exclaimed before spitting.

Ven's face soured slightly. "Spitting? Really?" she asked in a dismissive tone. Giving a shrug, the demon mistress began to conjure some kind of magic with her hands which began to steam. Looking again to Sara, she pointed at the woman and said some breathless words. They floated on the air and into Sara's ears where the magic tingled through her entire body.

"Oh, no, no, no," Sara worryingly blubbered as the feeling spread throughout her body, making her skin crawl and bones ache. Even as the feeling began to dissipate from most of her body, it began to congregate one place in particular: between her legs.

Trent was watching as Sara went from fighting against the Pet's grip with every fiber of her being to now looking jittery and unwell. Her former husband was even able to let go of her so she could stand on her own power. The small woman was shaking and when the Pet came around in front of her with a look of joy on her face, Sara looked devastated.

"Oh, Matt, what's happening?" Sara, raising her hand to touch the demon's cheek, asked as she began to feel tender and bloated around her vagina.

"Something beastly," the Pet replied, backing away from Sara before coming to sit in front of her Mistress again.

The notion was not one that sat well in Sara's mind but it was better than the actual feeling sitting in her gut as something was definitely happening to her. Painless period cramps then struck her before more troubling sensations followed. Crossing her knees, she started to feel her cunt wet and as much as the whole situation frightened her, she couldn't deny that she was getting turned on. It wasn't long before she was dripping out of her white lace panties down her inner thigh.

Sara took a couple punitive steps forward before she let out a shuddering moan which she only stopped by biting her tongue. There was a squirt of feminine juices before she just felt herself getting progressively wetter and wetter, while something else felt like it was growing inside her. She had her hands on her stomach and Trent, who was stuck watching once again, feared for Sara and what was happening to her. Watching her stance widen more with visible liquid dripping from under her skirt, Trent wished so badly that he hadn't gotten them involved in this.

"Stop. Make it stop," Sara begged as whatever it was that had been growing inside of her began to migrate lower and lower. She felt sick and weak at the knees.

Ven, who had once again poofed her cigarette case into existence, delighted at the sound of pleas. "So desperate with salvation you are humans are, when there is so much more pleasure in submission to desire. Wouldn't you agree, Trent?" poked the succubus without even needed to look at the man.

"Fuck off, bitch!" Trent shot back at her.

"Adorable," Ven snickered at the man before looking back to Sara who was on the edge of a moment. "Sorry, dear. This part will feel a bit, weird."

The warning came seconds before Sara felt something push out of her that suddenly sagged into her panties. Her hands went to the front of her skirt in embarrassment as whatever it was began to pulse and grow. Worst part for Sara was that she could feel the lace rubbing against this new growth that was clearly connected to her. But the strange feelings soon became more pleasurable as the new thing between her legs swelled larger.

After lighting her cigarette, Ven gave her Pet's collar a tug to get her attention. When she had it, she explained, "You see, this is a human whose experiencing magic for the first, and likely last, time in their life. It is really is hard to put into the words what's happening to her body or how her feeble little mind is trying to wrap itself around it all. She's fearful of losing her body and mind when really she should be worried about losing control," observed Ven before she took a long drag. "She feels something growing, expanding, in ways she's not familiar with. Watch her face and you can just feed off the doubt and fear."

With the Pet watching eagerly, Sara felt her panties finally rip as the growths, which she could feel easily as two growing orbs now, got too large and too heavy to bear. Bobbling down, her knees quaked and she hoped against hope that they weren't what she thought they were. But they swelled more and more, with a churning she could feel. They were also creating a bulge in her skirt as they descended rapidly.

Trent was still unsure what fate had befallen Sara but noticed something dark hanging between her legs. It took only a few more moments of watching before whatever it was got lower but also larger. Then it dawned on Trent.

'Oh no,' he thought as he blushed, seeing what he knew were balls drop low enough to be clearly seen below the hem of her skirt. The scrotum was a dark, leathery color with what could be a fine layer of black fur on it.

"Oh God, why is this happening to me?" a still despondent Sara moaned. Any bit of movement caused the balls to bounce between her legs, which instead of being painful, sent sexual impulses to Sara's brain that would momentarily short-circuit her thinking before reason returned. But as if that was not enough, the tingling that had preceded the growth of her new balls was now coming again, only this time it was due to what had happened to her clit.

While her balls had swollen and begun to full, Sara's petite clit had been growing itself. First into a nub and then longer and longer until a few inches were tenting the front of her skirt. When she felt strange sensation and looked down to see the growing bulge, she began trying to cover it with her hands. A task which further amused the watching demons.

"She's struggling, Mistress," delighted the Pet who enjoyed the woman's reddening face.

"Any girl would when you're hung like a bull," Ven commented casually but fully aware what the words would do in Sara's ears.

Sure enough, the mere mention of a bovine package clicked in Sara's head which started the girl tearing up again. "This is your fault, Trent. You fucking bastard," she said to him thought gritted teeth.

"It's not my fault I, I, I," Trent tried to say on his behalf but couldn't bare to finish.

"You fucking asshole," Sara just continued to sob as she gave up on trying to hide the massive tent in her skirt. Though the fabric pushed it downward, this just made the fact that it was a cock growing under there obvious, and that it was thicker and longer than her husband's had ever been. When the pointed pink tip of the cock started to show below her hem as well, Trent was wracked with guilt.

Her skirt's waistband, already feeling the strain, soon was taxed even more as the woman's midsection started to thicken as growing bone, muscle, fat, and more were quickly gathering on her frame. She felt the growing discomfort but resisted taking anything off in a desperate attempt to save her dignity. Even as her testicles hung between her knees, full of bull seed, with several inches of cock hanging just in front of it. When the skirt finally did rip down the back, it was her cock springing up that throw the clothing off towards the feet of the mistress's Pet.

Gasping at the feel of the hot air against her bare new genitals, Sara was put off balance quickly as her ass starting to fatten, along with her hips and waist more. But she kept upright, even with her massive bull junk now revealed.

Trent wanted to turn away from the sight but still couldn't. Seeing Sara getting bigger and broader, while a sheath was slowly forming around the base of her cock, made him worry what part of her transformation was made to punish him. Other than Sara continuing to shame him.

"My poor dear. You look as if you've never had such a weight between your legs," mused Ven as she watched Sara struggle to stay upright. This gave the demon a thought. Pulling up her Pet again, she whispered more things into her ear, causing her to start to drool with lust.

"Oh yes, mistress. Please, let me!" begged the Pet like a child would a parent for some candy.

"But of course. Indulge yourself and have fun," she told her Pet before giving her ass a spank to send her off towards Sara.

The Pet skipped over to Sara, who looked away rather than see what had become of the man she loved. But Sara's attention was drawn back forward again when she felt a hand grip around her new cock before squeezing and stroking it carefully. Eye to eye, Sara moaned to the Pet in shameful pleasure which caused her ears to get on the change too, getting longer and more pointed before starting to flop outwards.

"You're an animal," the Pet said to her, as the strokes made the cock longer, thicker, and just that bit more bovine. Her balls, while not hanging much lower, had not stopped growing, both looking the size of small melons already.

Still, Sara shook her trembling head. "No, I'm you're wife," she replied in desperate hope.

Her hope was the Pet's delight to crush. "Why would I marry a beast?" she giggled in Sara's face, and only laughed more when she saw Sara begin to weep. Finally letting go of the girl's cock, the Pet moved around behind Sara, her red hands caressing the woman all the way until they rested on her shoulders. "And let's not forget that animals belong on all fours," the Pet added with a sultry whisper in Sara's ear before shoving the woman forward.

"No!" Sara shrieked as she got her hands under herself. The sudden shift caused her balls to sway and cock to bounce between the floor and her torso. All the while, the Pet clapped and looked to the mistress for approval.

"Did I do good, mistress?" asked the Pet as she ran around Sara in order to kneel in front of Ven, her long tail practically wagging.

"Marvelous, my lovely. Making them really feel it is all part of it. Now, go bring her along but don't tease too much. I have plans, remember," she told her Pet who couldn't have been more happy to take up the task. While Ven smoked, the Pet returned to Sara who was now feeling that tingling all over her body as pure mass was being packed on the once rather small woman, who had gone from a hundred pounds to three hundred since this started, and was nowhere near her final weight.

"Please, just stop this. I don't deserve this," Sara sobbed, feeling her bovine ears, gut, and cock all sag.

"Perhaps you don't, but deserves doesn't have much to do with it. This is more of a matter of control and power and, to put it simply, you don't have any. Save for what strength this new form grants you, that is," the demon explained to Sara.

The woman's body started to audibly grow more, with cracking and popping bones becoming more frequent, and while not causing Sara any pain, the mental anguish was certainly still weighing on her. Her blouse tore and ripped open while her white bra looked both less filled, as her breasts were the one place that had lost fat, it still popped off once she simply got too wide.

Sara was having to constantly move her hands and feet around to adjust for not just stance that was getting wider but longer too. Her growing spine was taking the small girl and turning her into a physical giant. It was only the continued beefing up, quite literally, of her arms and legs that was able to keep this all upright. And as it all happened. The mistress's Pet was running her hands over Sara's sweaty taut skin, drawing pleasure from just the feel of the girl's suffering.

"She's getting so big," admired the Pet as she lowered herself down to her back to better peer and fit under Sara. "So big indeed," added the demon as she admired the swollen girth which herself Sara lamented. Especially after Sara's hips and pelvis really readjusted and both split her ass apart and gave her bullish equipment more room to move.

For Sara, she could feel all her muscles tensing before they would expand. This would be happening all over her body at the same time, in addition to feeling her guts balloon and warp, her lungs expanding caused her ribs to crack, and bones to stretch. When it came time for her hands and feet to tingle and cramp, Sara seemed especially upset.

"I wanna leave," she said in a defeated, burly voice.

"But here is where you are, where you belong," the Pet told her while reaching to rubbing the sheath still climbing up her belly. "Don't tell me you don't like the feel of this," she said, stroking Sara further.

"No," Sara would gasp, even as the sensations were arousing her senses.

"No?" repeated the Pet, her hand caressing Sara still.

The struggle on the woman's face was intense as she clearly was trying to resist urges that throbbing from from her lower half. "No," Sara says again, here eyes starting to flutter shut.

Ven found the woman's increasing struggle an obvious pleasure. The succubus was now laying to the side of the chair with one leg draped over the one arm so she could more easily finger herself while she watched. "Poor thing. I can only imagine what vivid emotions you're experiencing right now," she said with a knowing grin.

As a woman who had never so much as thought of a cow outside of steak or glass of milk, Sara was now having extremely realistic, lustful thoughts about cow's cunts. She could see them in her mind's eye, and could even smell and taste it with how striking it all was. As her mind was lost in these thoughts, the demon that had been stroking her, stood and came around to her changing backside. Curious and kinky, the Pet couldn't resist at first feeling Sara's practically overgrown balls. Doing so just caused Sara know the urge to breed a female and dominate her.

When Sara opened her eyes again, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her eyes looked distant. She was still aware of herself, feeling things like the end of her spine pulling out into a tail or her asshole puckering darker underneath, but could do little more than accept it all. Her toes were numb, having merging and partially formed into hooves already while her merging fingers pushed off her wedding band before it all swelled and looked liked overstuffed mittens. As much has losing her hands and feet should have scared her, it was a relief as it made bearing her still swelling weight easier.

The Pet also got to watch as the fine black fur that had grown in Sara's crotch primarily began to spread out, covering her ass and hips first before beginning to move up her torso. The woman's body kept packing on that meat, pushing her weight over a thousand pounds and well beyond. To Trent, it was horrifying to both watch but also to know what Ven was planning to do once she had a bull to use. He wasn't guessing as to her intent, as his own dark desires were the answer to his question. It made Sara harder to look at, but watch he did.

Sara's once busty chest was replaced with muscle, black fur, and thick ribs. The coating of hair felt like a warm coat going over her but she knew it just meant the changes were getting closer to finishing. That ending scared Sara but not as much as how easy it was for her mind to start thinking about fucking cows again.

"My lovely, I don't think you'll have much more time for words so if you have any choice ones to use as your last, I wouldn't hold back," Ven suggested as she noticed the hair from Sara's head starting to fall out while her nose was getting a bit broader too.

Sara noticed these changes soon after, along with her neck finally lengthening, along with a lot of tingling going around the top of her head. It's as this was all setting in that she turned to look at Trent as if for the last time.

"Fucking prick! You did this to m, m, mMMMARROOOOOOOOO!" Sara's words deformed into a bovine bellow as her entire skull expanded, pushing in all directions but mostly forward. This didn't stop the woman's final curse to Trent to not sting the man deeply.

"Don't worry, Trent," Ven said without looking at the man. "She'll get over that dislike of you soon."

The insinuation kept Trent quiet and concerned. He listened though, as Sara's screams and cries became moos and bellows. Her throat had changed too much, a snout was now forming, and just thinking of how to form words was proving a difficult task in the woman's head. It did not help that the Pet was still running her hands over the bull, admiring the growth of the animal from such a small frame.

Mentally, Sara was feeling overwhelmed and like she was drowning a sea of bullish desires and base animal instincts. But the anchor that really dragged her down was when, like with the demons, two points burst from her head only these horns grew in whiter and had a more proper bovine look to them. The weight they added to her head and mind pulled Sara deeper and deeper.

As the Pet came around to Sara's head, she hung off the bull's horns before kissing her still fattening snout as hairs just started sprouting from it. After pulling away, the bull's fattened tongue lulled out. All of Sara's teeth were in the process of growing and changing to fit her new mouth as the appetite of the woman shifted.

"Sure is nice that you and Nicole bought a place with such a lovely large room as this. Ceiling should be just high enough as well," Ven guessed as she looked up.

"She's come along so well, mistress," gloated the Pet while admiring the now nearly two thousand pound black bull that now stood atop the tiny tatters of Sara's old clothes. "May I finish her off?"

Rather than give a quick answer, Ven waited and watched as all the humanity that was left in the woman's face was overtaken by bovine spell. Her eyes even dulled as they bulged larger, reflecting Sara's degrading mental capabilities. It was the look of simple mindedness which finally had Ven nod. After some slight of hand, she produced a large brass ring which she handed to a gleeful Pet.

Taking the ring with glee, the Pet quickly turned on her heels and walked right back to Sara. After giving the woman's new furry head a pet, she took the ring and pressed it against Sara's wet snout snout. Trent's view was blocked by the Pet but when she moved away, the ring was hanging from the front of Sara's nose, which really did finish the look she had now achieved.

At that point, Sara's human mind was not even present, as the bull had finally run wild and trampled memories of her humanity, marriage, her husband, and anything unrelated to the bovine life she was now suited to. This acceptance could be seen in the animal's face, or at least it seemed pretty clear to Trent. It was at this moment that Ven's chair turned to face Trent once again.

"Surely by now you understand, Trent, what awaits you," Ven stated as she turned to look down at the man once more. "When Nicole was searching your history and favorites, we found many interesting things but there was one interest that outweighed all the others. Nicole even counted: by a nearly five to one margin, Trent, you seem to have an interest in being a cow. Well, being the generous soul that I am, I am going to grant that wish with a curse: to turn you into that rather fertile and productive heifer you so long to secretly be. Well, it won't be a secret for much longer. Nor will you have to imagine what's it's like to be milked, or bull mounted, or to birth a calf. How thankful you must be to me right now that I'm doing this for you," she said gracefully.

As he listened, Trent had shut his eyes but as her words sunk in, along with the knowledge she could back it up, had even him tearing. A fact which the succubus dined on.

"Yes, that's it. Let it sink it first before I've even done a thing. Sara is just about ready for her part of things so perhaps I should get started with you. And don't worry, unlike her or what I've had of her husband, you'll remember. You may not be able to fight nature or instinct, but you'll always know who you were, how you got there, and that you've unleashed me onto this world. Perhaps I'll add to your farm? Whose to say, but perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself. We need to start with a simple fact that if you want to be a cow, Trent, you have to know that there is only one thing that hangs between their legs..."

The assumption along got Trent's heart beating, and that was before the tingling even began. But when it did, and it struck his dick and then balls, it truly sunk in how badly things had gone. And that things weren't even close to over.

In his mind, he expected to feel his cock and balls start to shrink but the opposite began to happen, with his balls in particularly coming over warm and fuzzy on the inside. But this didn't stop them swelling quickly in his underwear while his cock was merely pulled along for the ride, though it to was changing. While it just felt tingly to Trent, his cock was indeed shrinking and taking on a less defined shape before his swelling balls pulled it from his body and made it a hanging feature on what was rapidly looking less and less like a set of balls.

"Please, at least let me move," an increasingly uncomfortable Trent asked as he could feel the weight growing in his pants.

Ven was purposefully slow to answer again, instead preferring to enjoy the sight of Trent's discomfort to providing relief. Meanwhile the Pet was petting the bull's head and whispering sweet nothings into its ear about a cute heifer that would be coming along soon.

Trent winced as they swelling was getting to the point where he knew what was actually happening to his balls. There wasn't the churning feeling that there was when he grew like a stallion, but something more like a water balloon being filled inside his scrotum. With little sense of his cock anymore either, flashbacks to his change into a rabbit and husky came to mind. Still, he was desperate to get his pants off or even just spread his legs a little.

"Oh, I suppose you can't very well run at this point anyway," allowed Ven as she waved her hand and the magic gripping Trent's body all this time finally released him.

The relief was welcome and the first thing Trent did was spread his legs, hoping that would help, but it was too little too late at that point and stretching his jeans only made it worse. The literal front of Trent's pants burst open and out flopped a heavy pink sack, ripped from his underwear as well. When he looked under himself to confirm his fears, the sight of what he knew was an udder was only made worse when he saw the two teats already there. Though he noticed that one of them had been his former penis.

With his manhood transformed into a swelling udder, Trent began to worryingly think of the further implications. The tugging weight of the udder on his taint in particular allowed him to feel the slit that was opening up there and its gradual growth and blooming, brought just further warm and fuzzy feelings to his lower half. His growing cunt was concerning but not to be outdone, his udder continued to swell up at a rate that was hard to keep up him. Soon his was having to stand up more to give his udder room to hang, though he was on his hands.

"Getting on all fours already? Someone is learning their place quickly," joked Ven.

"Fuck you," a tense Trent spat back at her. He glared at her hatefully but she loved it. So much so that it started her fingering herself again.

"So much anger, Trent. Especially for a man getting what he's always wanted," Ven pointed out as she licked her own wetness from her fingers.

"I don't, I don't want this," he strained to say. Wet pops and discouraging bone cracking caused Trent's stance to widen as he knew he was being locked into a new stance. He could feel his ass growing but also the cheeks spreading. It felt somewhat like the stallion change, but with less muscle and more fat. At least spreading his legs apart more made bearing the udder easier, even as it continued filling.

To all this, Ven shrugged. "No, I don't think you ever thought your fantasies would be anything more than that. You would picture a cow's life as some instinctual ideal but you're soon to find the reality is much different. Not that instinct isn't a big part of things, as you know. So whether you like it or not now, this is all there is for you."

Feeling the base of his spine tingle used to bring a sense of excitement to Trent but knowing there wouldn't be a return trip made it a different experience. It tugged and pulled out from him, getting longer and thicker, and even being the first spot to start growing some patching of white fur. When it finally started to really twitch to life and wag over his fattened rear end, it was another sign of Trent's bovine future.

All the tingling was now centered around his lower half now, with his hips and waist getting thicker and wider, while his front half struggled to keep up. Parts of his stomach were bloating out, forcing the shirt which was already rolled up over his udder to pull further up his chest. His thighs were getting a lot bigger and blending more with his hips and ass to produce a rear not unlike Sara's. Like the bull's, Trent's asshole was fattening up and growing while the rear spread further apart. Unlike the bull, that bull didn't have a vaginal opening with a swelling vulva and still forming internals that were boring through Trent's guts.

To Trent, it felt like his knees were being pulled into his body while his shins felt stretched as they gradually began to form his new cow hocks. All these changes had forced him onto the tips of his toes. The balancing act he knew wouldn't last when the tingling spread further down and began cramping his feet and toes.

Noticing that Trent was having trouble with having a much larger backside than front, Ven began to work some more magic. "Your body has a lot of catching up to do. Let's help it, shall we?"

Hearing her voice by this point was a trigger for anxiety in Trent and for good reason. No sooner did she suggest it than his arms started to get very stiff before lengthening and pushing his view further from the ground.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," a gradually more panicked Trent stammered before a surge of growth expanded from his gut, causing his body to widen, ribs to push out, and strained clothes to rip off. Doing so just allowed his hands to space further apart, meaning his shoulders were undergoing changes not unlike his hips. This allowed his chest to grow more and push out, bulking Trent's overall form and giving it a further bovine leaning.

"You're fretting a lot now when there is so much more left to go, my lovely," the demon teased.

Trent's udder hadn't been idle this time either. It had continued to fill and grow, with its four teats coming into this proper shape and form so that you could never guess which one used to be his dick. They all simply looked fit for milking, primarily due to the forty pound weight of milk that was dammed in the still growing udder. Trent never knew an udder could weigh so much, nor did he ever think about what the urge to be milked would feel like. It was like having the biggest bladder in the world with four teats to release pressure, though they currently weren't.

With legs and arms that were now almost long enough to reach a cow's height, the udder was again kept swaying above the ground slightly. Now with the proper lengths, Trent could feel his arms getting thicker with bone, muscle, and other meat. The tingling change had taken them but was also spreading down to his wrists and hands. Fingers merged, nails drew darker, and his wrists weren't flexible. This made it very difficult to stay upright as all his new feet were constantly throwing him off balance.

This struggle wasn't lost on Ven. "My Pet, could you help Trent's feet along? He needs proper hooves to hold up that new body," she instructed.

After giving the bull a kiss on the cheek, the Pet sauntered over to Trent, whom she could also look eye to eye with. "He's coming along so wonderfully, mistress." The Pet then pet Trent's forehead, though the man pulled away at her touch. Amused by this, the Pet simply started touching and caressing more of the man's changing body.

She worked her way down to his deformed hands, and using some magic gifted to her by Ven, she massaged and worked the skin which helped to mold and sculpt a more proper hoof. She would push away any fingers or rearrange them into accessory digits. Working out Trent's hands so they were hooves was a pleasure to the Pet as was the little work she had to do by that point to get his feet in shape too. Once finished, the Pet reached under Trent's bulging sides to gives his udder a few pokes, causing the weight to slosh around.

"Oh my, mistress. He's so full already!" noted the Pet with joy. "Can I milk him a little?" she asked as she turned to her mistress.

"Go right ahead, dear. The spell on him makes him, how shall we say, quite productive, among other qualities. Feel free to make a mess," encouraged Ven. The whole time she just watched Trent's face, which was a mixture of grimace and twitching eyes as he tried to handle all the feeling in his body. Especially as the tingling began to spread up his neck and into his head.

"What can I do?" a tearing Trent asked before the Pet's hands wrapped themselves around one teat each and started tugging. "ToooOOOOOOOO stop this!" he partially bellowed as his lengthening and thickening neck caused his voice to warp somewhat. The bellows came when the Pet tugged his teats, causing a shot of milk into the carpet. Continuing to learn how to best work the teats, the Pet soon had a rhythm and all Trent could do was think of the fact he was actually being milk like a cow.

"You want this to stop? You seem to quite enjoy being milked, Trent. Fits your nature so well. Maybe that's why you had such a bovine lean? Hard to know and to be honest, I don't care. You've got a good deal more growing to do before you'll be able to take the bull's weight. My dear Pet, could you help this dear cow along?" Ven requested of her minion who was more than happy to oblige.

Finally letting go of Trent's still leaking teats, the Pet crawled out from under him, noting only that despite all that milking, his udder had only gotten bigger. It was already covered in a white fuzz while veins were crisscrossing it just under the pink flesh. As she got up, she began to run her hands up and down Trent's hocks and legs, which had the effect of making them thicker and also getting the skin to blacken while further up the leg, white fur was sprouting.

'This can't be how it ends for me. Something will save me. Maybe, maybe Nicole is still there? Like with the dog last night? It's a longshot but what other chance do I have?' he thought. As he did, he could feel his skull getting larger, with the hair on his head falling out.

"Nicole, if you're there, please, save meeooooOOOOOOO! MOOOOOO!" Trent couldn't help but say as his widening nose during the speech was then followed by a sudden push forward of his face. Throat raspy, he was unsure how much longer he could speak. Or even if he could.

The plea did cause Ven to cross her hand over her heart and look a little touched, but it appeared false. Then her eyes fluttered shut and a few seconds later they opened and it was Nicole's blue eyes he saw.

"Trent? Trent is that you?" the voice was Nicole's and it sounded concerned, but was coming from the demon's mouth.

"Is this a trick? Is that really yoooOOOOOOOOu, Nik?" he asked, wincing at the sound of his own bellowing in his lengthening ears.

The demon stood, looking dizzy on her feet and with her hand at her head until she felt the horns. "Oh my gosh, it worked. I was able to break free," she said with a growing smile, though it was less sure what she saw that her body was still demonic.

"You're free? You're free! Honey, you have toooOOOOOOOOO stop this!" he begged her just as his chest really started to expand. Every breath he took felt like another few inches of heft on already heavy body.

Nicole continued to look stunned but also could see that Trent was in danger and came to his aid. It was then the Pet, who had been using magic to fatten and further bovinize Trent, came around to face Nicole.

"Mistress? You're acting strange," the Pet accused.

"Mistress? Oh jeez, you're crazy too. You fucking stay away from me!" Nicole shouted at the Pet who was eager to fight.

"I'll help you, mistress!" the Pet shouted before lunging at Nicole, only to be struck down by a single, well-timed punch from Nicole. The Pet's head went right into the ground and appeared to knock her out.

"Holy shit," Nicole said, marveling at her strength and reflexes before remembering Trent. "Oh hun, I'm so sorry. That demon had me trapped in her mind and I was only just able to break out. Just because you said my name," she said, looking ready to cry from happiness as she kissed Trent's deforming face.

By now he had something of a snout grown, with his nose pulled out to large flared nostrils at end. His tongue and teeth were larger, but the same could really be said for the rest of his body. Anything from below his ribs was now covered in white fur with black spots like any other dairy cow. Even the pin and hook bones were showing, bulging through the skin like they would on any heifer. Further up, the white hair covering was light and his muscle and fat growth still coming along but by now his frame was distinctly bovine.

"You, yoooOOOOOOOu, you need to change me back. And then Sara, and Matt," Trent added, looking down at the unconscious Pet that used to be his friend.

"I know, I know, I just, I just don't know how exactly? The demon knows all the magic and I can't exactly ask her for tips," Nicole explained as she looked back at the bull and appeared amazed it used to be Sara.

Trent tried to think and was happy his mind was still free of anything related to instinct, but the overall strain of the change was taking a toll. "Do-dooooOOOOOOo you remember anything about her spells? Her magics that she used before that yoooOOOoooou can use?" he struggled to ask.

"Ummm, let me see," Nicole said as she quickly tried to think of something. "Oh, well, ummm, did she curse you or just use a spell on you?" she asked.

Trent began trying to think if he heard her mention of either before recalling something about his wish being granted as a curse. "I think, yes, she said curse I know. Maybe spell too?" he offered, trying to ignore the fact he could feel his cunt beginning to come into heat. The feeling wasn't too dissimilar from when he was made a bitch in season, so he recognized it quickly. Looking past Nicole to Sara, Trent could see the bull already sniffing at the air.

"Curse? Curse, curse, curse... curse! Yes! Curses she used typically had some mechanism to undo them. Usually having you say or admit something you never would about your transformation, that actually grants you your freedom. That's how those curses work I think," Nicole said with shaky optimism.

The suggestion confused Trent at first. "Admit tooooooOOOO what about the transformation?"

"I dunno. That you like it? That you want it? She's usually all about getting you to admit humiliating and degrading things so, that's the area I'd tread through. And I'd do it fast, lovely, you're changing so quickly," a worried Nicole told him.

Trying to gulp down nerves did little to help Trent prepare for the task. He managed to blush even with fattened cheeks and a partially formed cow snout. "I, I can't," Trent whimpered, even as his udder gained another ten pounds of milk.

"You have to, hun. If you don't, everyone here might be stuck like this forever!" she reminded him. "You can do it. It's not like you having to lie or telling anyone but me, your Nicole."

Her words brought some comfort and after a few deep, steadying breaths, he let it all out.

"I, I wanna be a cow. I wanna be a big, fat, fucking heifer," he got out before looking to Nicole. After getting two thumbs up from her, he had the courage to continue, "I wanna take bull cock for the rest of my days. I wanna be productive, with milk and calves. It's what I want and desire. I know it means shitting in a field and, and, and eating grass and being milked everyday but I still want it. Just send me toOOOOOOOOOO a farm and forget about me!" He got it out so fast that he was out of breath at the end. It took almost a minute before he added, "Like that? Please tell me that worked, Nik?" Trent asked with eyes that were full of desperation.

Nicole, who had been covering her mouth after hearing some of the admissions, he thought was perhaps sad or upset. But when she pulled the hand away, there was a big, fanged grin instead. "My word," the voice of Ven returned, like it never left, "you are a gullible sap, Trent. How you survived long enough to end up a cow with your senses I'll never know. But it was delightful to hear you say all of that. Admit to all of that. Wouldn't you say those are some damning last words, my Pet?" she asked the red body on the ground.

When Trent last noticed the Pet, she was out cold, but when he looked now, she was just reclined on her side, fingering herself at the indignity that was dripping off Trent's face. "Oh yes, mistress. Words like that belong to a cow. Wouldn't you agree, Trent?"

'The bitch tricked me! Fucking bitch!' flared the anger in Trent's mind.

"MOOOOOO!!!!! MARRROOOOOOOO!!!!" was all Trent could say in return as his voice had finally been robbed from him.

"I think he agrees, my Pet. Humans these days don't know magic from the back of their hands. Think a curse can be lifted by admission alone? I really will have free reign of things once this current situation is sorted," Ven said as she returned to her chair, looking even more proud than before.

'Tricked again,' Trent thought, feeling so stupid for losing it the minute he heard her voice. He hoped some part of Nicole remained but now was when Trent realized his fate was truly sealed. The man couldn't even speak anymore.

"Keep preparing him, my Pet. I know that punch I gave you turned you on," grinned Ven.

The Pet nodded as she rose and licked at the bit of black blood that oozed from her nose due to the punch. "Gonna make you nice and ready for my good friend Mister Black Bull over there," the Pet whispered in Trent's still stretching ears, causing the man no end of further worry and doubt.

'She's not going to stop. She's not going to stop until I'm mounted and then, and then what? What of life then?' he wondered while feeling more of his chest push out, neck get longer, and snout longer.

The fur that had been gradually taking over was now almost in complete control. His head now broad enough, he started growing his own horns, but Trent's were by far the smallest in the room, though they fit his heifer frame well. The rest of his body had really taken form, both internally and out, as he himself went over a thousand pounds while his udder alone was over eighty. Feeling fully engorged, with teats sticking out erect in all directions, leaking trails of milk, Trent's curiosity about what it was like to have an udder was satisfied. Living with one for the rest of his days was another matter.

With the Pet's hands working further mass to his neck, shoulders, and down his legs, Trent could only stand there and consider himself lucky that, other than an urge to relieve himself and to be milked, he had no inclining of instinct or desire, despite what he admitted to before.

Working at last on his muzzle, the Pet shaped it and then worked on Trent's eye area. While his eyes still bulged larger, they retained some of their humanity in coloring though that was the only part of him that was in any way human. Because after another twenty pounds of milk, a little more rib cracking, and just a bit more meat on his new bones, Trent was now fully changed into the cow that he admitted with his last words to want to be.

Moving his head around a bit was discouraging for Trent who lowered it in the end, feeling defeated. 'It was just for fun,' he lamented, thinking of his transformation fetish and his partaking in Nicole's early dabbling with magic. But whatever fun he had planned was now an all too vivid reality.

Ven presented her Pet with a large, yellow plastic tag which the new demon took with the same energy as the brass ring from before. Returning to Trent, she brought it to his right ear and with a little pressure, was able to magically clip the tag onto the new heifer. At that point she returned to her mistress's side, where they both reveled in Trent's sorrow.

"There is only one last task to see to, and that's bringing Trent's mind up to speed," Ven said before whispering a quick something in the Pet's ear.

Nodding, the Pet got up before Ven did, and then pulled the recliner out of the way before moving back to Sara the bull. Meanwhile Ven approached Trent. She went to pet him but just her heated touch was enough to cause him to pull his head away and back up until his new ass bumped into the wall, making a hole in the plaster.

"Very nice work, Trent. Now that wall will need to be fixed. Now come here and get what you have coming to you," she said with a finger wagging him on.

As much as he wanted to fight the urge to move to her, Trent's legs started to move and the compulsion to obey her command was too much to resist. Upon reaching her, she gave him a kiss on the nose before commanding him to turn around.

"See? That's how you corral a cow. How are you handling the bull, love?" Ven asked before she turned and saw the Pet right behind her, with her finger in the bull's ring pulling him along.

"Well, mistress," the Pet said with a beaming smile.

After that, the demons merely needed to get out of the way, with both preferring to move to the front of Trent to help steady him for what was coming next.

The haze that had been on the bull's mind since the transformation lifted, and while at first his strange surroundings confused him, the sudden smell of a heifer in season had his attention immediately. Even more so when he noticed it was just ten feet in front of him. So the massive bull approached the backside of the cow whose cunt was swollen with heat and sniffed a bit, licking to further arouse his bullish member from its sheath.

Trent's eyes had gone wide when he felt the bull's hot breath against his backside, but the licking even had his own tongue falling out. But Trent shook his head and tried to think straight, even if the feeling of his cunt being licked with such a big tongue was delighting him.

"This is the part where we bid farewell to Trent's ability to control his body, because he's about to submit to the new love of his life," teased Ven as she held Trent by the horns. Trent tried to resist but the combined strength of the two demons was too much. "You can't escape your fate now, Trent. Because you are about to be fucked into the backseat of your mind for the rest of your life, allowing you time to contemplate on the actions that brought you here," she continued to say and proving the perfect distraction to the bull finally taking the leap to mount.

Without any trouble or need to practice, the black bull needed little help getting on the back of Trent, though was struggling to penetrate while prodding at Trent's backside. The tension was killing Trent but delighting the succubae who even kissed before Ven said, "Help the bull out, will you, my Pet?"

Obliging as always, the Pet broke away and walked behind Trent and out of his sight. There she bent down and grabbed the bull's massively swollen member and guided it right where it needed to go. The bull only needed to feel the wet warm of Trent's slit to quickly plunge the rest of his cock into the wet and willing cunt.

"MOOOOOO!" Trent bellowed as the bull's lengthy rod found able space within him. Add to that the weight on his back and his hot drool dripping on his neck, and this wasn't exactly what Trent had expected for bovine sex but his mind seemed very pleased. Those intrusive thoughts that he had worried about during the actual change were now already present in his head as the bull began to thrust into him.

"Good job, Pet. Now come watch the humanity fade from this lovely man's eyes," invited Ven, the words likely meant to sting Trent too.

Not only were the bull's thrusts frequent, but they were deep. To the point where his swollen testicles would bounce against the bulge of Trent's udder with regularity. Neither seemed to mind and for Trent, it was just another nail in the coffin of his being a man. The bull would huff and snort, giving little indication that its body used to be a small blonde woman's. Or that the Pet hanging off Ren's body was Matt.

As the bull got more into it, his horns dug into the sealing, leaving deep gouge marks.

"Lovely, more things to fix," grumbled Ven as she brushed the fallen plaster off Trent's head. "There you go, love. Now you can focus on taking bull cock again," Ven said with a degrading voice.

Not that he didn't know it, but being told he was being fucked by a beast made it all the more difficult for Trent to hold onto control of his body. His limbs and body were starting to move more on their own, with his tail pulling to the side better for the bull while he further firmed up his stance. Before Trent was even aware, he could little more than blink in terms of control.

"It must be hard, a man like you, going from a situation of power where you work, how you saw yourself in this relationship and to see where you are now. You're about to feel what it's like to be an animal but more importantly, what it was it is to be female. And fertile," she whispered to Trent who just shut his eyes and tried not to listen.

But it was undeniable now. Not only was he now a cow in form, but his mind was now coming to match it. He could resist but it was just a matter of time now, he knew. It scared him that he had enough sense to know what was happening, and feel everything going on in his body, but still have no real control. Even when he tried to open his eyes again, he couldn't.

Moos began escaping the cow's mouth more while the bull snorted with heady intention as it appeared to be getting quite close. Ven had watched as the cow's eyes opened and now had a dull, simple look to them which they both were overjoyed to see. In the cow's head, Trent felt like he was grasping to that last bit of authority he had and that was over thought. But as a need to be bred, eat, relieve herself, and other mundane actions took over with the cow's influence, it was just proving to be too much.

The bull thrust that one last time before his balls, over-engorged and in need of their own sort of milking, began shooting their load deep into the cow. Trent, feeling this happening and that it wasn't stopping, was at last unable to hold on and felt tumbled to the back of his consciousness. With him out of the way, the cow was free to moo and orgasm on her own as she enjoyed the bull having chosen to be bred. Especially from a bull so large with such a musky smell.

The two demons backed away from the pair and off to the side, still admiring their work.

"Just wonderful," grinned Ven as she rubbed her hands together. She then turned to her Pet to give orders. "Get me a phone, some paper, a pen. I need to make some arrangements for our new bovines and the longer they linger, the more of a problem it will be," she explained.

"Of course, mistress. Right away!" said the Pet with a bow and quick kiss on the lips before running off.

Once she was gone, and excess juices and seed began to spill out the back of the cow, Ven came back to the cow's head. Petting it carefully, she could tell the animal was enjoying herself. She also knew Trent could hear her.

"Some notes to remember for the rest of your days, my love," Ven began, whispering hotly in the cow's left ear. "Usually a cow takes over a year to make a calf. For you, just four months. This has the added effect of making you triple as productive, milk-wise, than any other heifer on the farm. You'll be long-lived and ever subject to instinct but never, ever, will you forget the follies of Trent. Those are yours to treasure for the rest of your days." She finished with a kiss on the tip of the cow's ear just as the bull began to finally dismount.

The bull's balls had shrunken greatly with just the one load, which was still dripping down the cow's backside and down her leg and hoof.

Trent could feel all of it. From the leaking, to the twitching sex, and finally the desire for bowel relief. So as soon as she could, the cow began making cow pies. Ven groaned at the sound, smell, and then the sight before noticing the bull joining in as well.

"Damn it. Leaving their marks in my new house," grumbled the succubus as she looked the two animals down. "But that's the price you pay for indulgence," Ven allowed as she eagerly awaited the return of her Pet, to both bring her what she wanted and to have her start cleaning up.

Trent was left alone to think about it all and wonder where it went wrong. Something he would have all the time in the world to consider.

Two weeks flew by bringing changes of their own, all coming in Ven's favor.

After having the bovines picked up and shipped off to farms she purposefully failed to not commit to memory, she had visits from contractors and police, both of which her charms were more than able to confuse or dissuade to look elsewhere. She often wore the skin of Nicole and used her voice and memories, but Ven was always the one in control. Once all the prying eyes were gone, she had more fixes done to the house which contractors were more than happy to give for free, though they could never recall why.

The Pet was given the illusion of perhaps being a younger sibling to Nicole or was simply kept in the basement where something of a dungeon was gradually taking shape. The two grew close, with the Pet's goal being to learn how to be a succubus in her own right. But before then, many lessons needed to be taught.

But at a farm some seventy miles away, in a row of some thirty other cows, was Trent. Mostly indistinguishable from the other cows except for the larger than usual udder. Trent was, like the other cows, being milked while their heads were locked around the neck so they had little other choice than to gorge on the feed in front of them. Trent's cow ate like all the rest and he still had yet to get used to the horrid smell of all these cows made in a closed space like this barn.

None of the farmers seemed to think anything odd about the over-productive and rapidly gestating new heifer they got a few weeks back, other than to see her as a gold mine if she could keep this sort of output going.

And with the magic that bound Trent, that would definitely be the case.

Trent saw Sara out on the fields sometimes, but they typically used her for breeding, which seemed to be their plan for Trent too. For him to even think about months prior when such an outcome would have been unthinkable was quaint to Trent but never lasted long before cow thoughts took over.

And so the demon won the day and continued to draw from Trent's continued anguish, with her future bright, and his bovine.