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He stepped hastily towards the abandoned-looking building, rain pelting him and wind tugging his clothes and tossing the trees above. He had seen the building a few times before, driving past on the lonely road that ran through this area, and had always been intrigued by its appearance. It looked like it might have been some sort of business once, maybe a restaurant or a general store, but it was fairly run down and was the only place he could see to get some shelter in the driving rain.

He reached for the door, shocked that it opened instead of meeting the rattle of a lock or just jamming against frozen hinges. He stepped into the gloomy, empty room and looked around, seeing that the front part of the building was one big open area, but in the back he could see a few closed doors.

He shut the door behind with a click, locking it as if the rain itself might try the knob just as he had moments before. He let out a slow breath of relief and looked around again, this time taking note of a few chairs stacked against one wall and a few more in a corner. It seemed a bit less creepy inside now, and a bit warmer than the cold rain.

Something slid, wood against stone in a room further in. He took a sudden breath and froze. Something else slid, then sounded again, and a faint light began to shine from under one of the doors. The light grew stronger and he heard the soft thud of footsteps. His heart hammered and he looked around for something to use as a weapon or maybe just a back door.

That was when a scent tickled at his nose. It was faint at first, like that of a dog perhaps? Then, as the footsteps came closer to the door, it became stronger and stronger. It smelled... musky and feral, but not an unpleasant scent, not at all. It was almost... He took a halfstep back, realizing he had the thickest and most powerful erection of his entire life. Fear had vanished as the scent filled him. The door opened and the figure standing there turned to him, a light behind him blocking his vision so that he couldn't see any features. The only thing he could tell was that the figure was tall and had the head of some kind of canine.

Some small part of him screamed to run, but the scent was all over him and the only thought on his mind was the aching hardness of his erection and how badly he needed release. With a canine yelp, he shuddered in place, ears sagging.

This was odd, as his ears were normally fairly stationary. He reached up to find them, surprised to find them on top of his head. They were soft and fuzzy, and twitching, and he could feel them as if they'd always been there.

With them, he could hear that figure give off a growl, but it was a noise of seeing and acknowledgement, not fear. He knew that, deep down. He was still struggling to understand all of these changes and sensations, but as he thought about it, he felt himself shifting.

He reached down, that painful erection too much. He worked his zipper down to let it free and was surprised to see the shaft was thicker, covered by his undies as it was. Despite that, it was slowly dwindling. It was still rock hard, but each pulse of his heart was reducing its size by fractions. He tore his underwear off and took a moment to look at himself.

His penis was still thick, thicker than before, and he could see the bulge of his knot near the base. He yelped as it drew back bit by bit, its days numbered before him. "What's happening?" He looked to the figure for some help, but all he saw were those hungry eyes.

He took in a breath, his body aching all over as the last of that erection vanished. His pants had fallen off, too big and loose to remain on him in his current state, and he could see a fluffy white tail peeking free from his back. With a sudden twitch of new muscles, he wagged it back and forth, starting a pattern that brought a silly smile. He looked to that figure again, taking a couple steps towards him with his hands reaching. "What's happened? I feel funny, but I feel good."

The figure turned slightly, the light now showing his face was that of a wolf's, mostly. He had the horns of a steer, long and sharp. A thick ring hung from his canine nose. "Relax. If you want this, it will come smoothly. If you don't, run. Run away. I will not pursue."

"I... I want this." It was a whisper of a reply, but it was all the figure needed to close the distance between them.

The figure fell to all fours in the movement, which made it suddenly clear how much larger they were, like a moose towering even on all fours. "Relax," he repeated, voice calm and soothing. He leaned in and licked at the smaller male's face, his own muzzle massive, like that of a horse.

"My name is—" He had a name, he was fairly sure. He had one. It refused to come to him. "My name, um." The lick he got made him shiver. "I am yours. What name do I have?"

"You are called Loppy. Now relax, little one." Another lick, and then another. Loppy closed his eyes and focused on how those licks felt. He had never felt this good before, never felt anything so nice.

Loppy's lower belly felt funny, and his legs had to spread to make room for something. A glance revealed it, a growing udder that gained mass with every rapid thump of his heart. He reached to touch it and felt a warmth there, and a tingle that ran through him. "Please, I need you to..."

The bullwolf chuckled, leaning in to start licking at those teats. "You're not done, my sweet little Loppy. You have more to do. Let it."

He nodded and felt his hips and legs changing as well. "It feels good," he breathed out. "It feels really good. I need more, please?"

"Patience." The wolf's licks were growing faster and more frantic as Loppy's nipples grew thicker and longer. Her upper nipples swelled against the licking, becoming proper breasts against the bullwolf's attention. "Closer. Closer."

Loppy looked down at her body, and then back up at her mate. She was confused for just a moment, then realized what was happening. "You're making me into a girl?"

"You already are one." The bullwolf circled to press their massive nose right against Loppy's new gender, taking a sniff before giving a slow lick.

Loppy's head swam and her eyes rolled, tongue lolling from her mouth. She had never imagined a pussy, let alone having one of her own, and the feeling was so new to her, she had no idea how to respond other than to shiver and hope he'd do that again.

She reached with a hand, as if to crawl, just to find her hand came down with fur spreading slowly along it. Her fingers were still there, but as she pressed her hand to the floor, claws formed. They ticked with every new step, hands and feet looking quite alike as her limbs adjusted in size to match. She was becoming an animal, and her mate was a wolf... or something. A wolcow?

With a yelp, she felt another row of nipples burst free of her front, swelling and growing like the rest. She let out a low whine, "Please, I feel like I'm going to explode. I need you to..."

The bullwolf stood slowly and loomed over his new mate, his cock swinging free of its sheath. It was weighty, and not alone. He had two dangling from the same sheath, both slowly gaining girth. "Soon, but not just yet."

She grabbed for her chest, fur tickling at sensitive skin as she felt them grow into her ready hands. She groaned with both sides of the sensation, then cried out when her hands were pushed away by the continued growth. She was getting huge, heavy breasts that would be impossible to support, and yet she was doing just that as her body continued to adapt and change.

She forced herself upright, standing awkwardly. Her body urged her to drop, to return to all fours. It was a battle to resist that calling. With a sudden pinch, her tail began a new phase of change. She could feel her new sex flex in a new way as the new extension grew from her inch by inch. The part closer to her remained thin and sleek as the part at the end became a tassel, more fit for a cow than any wolf.

He took a nip at that new tail, sending a sharp shudder through her entire form. "Lovely, but you don't have enough ways out for all that milk."

The more she thought about it, the more she felt he was right. As she looked down at herself, nipples began to pop free from her breasts running down her front, four per breast. They were all growing longer, becoming more and more like teats as she howled with new pleasure. Her eyes focused, and the world was suddenly so much more colorful, so much more detailed. She could see him, and he was beautiful. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

But he wasn't, watching her instead as her new teats seemed to demand more and more from her, each pulling and demanding to be free. With a strange wet pulling, she got out a yip as the split happened, and her teats began to separate, each having a breast of its own and swelling to jostle and bump its neighbors.

He slid in over her. As crowded as her front was, his was occupied with iron-hard muscles as he reached around her from above to fondle her new udders. She yipped again, the feeling of the fullness of them, the need to be milked, was so strong she thought she would pass out. "Milk me, mate, milk me and fuck me and make me your cow."

"Soon," he whispered into her ear as he reached down for her largest and lowest udder. His paw wandered from thick teat to thick teat, exploring over their multitude and squeezing lightly to make them spurt. He leaned in to give a lick, then a suck at her right ear. "Such a good little girl. You'll make such a lovely brood queen, won't you?"

She gasped, the realization hitting her. "I'm going to have your babies?"

He licked at her, then moved to get one of his lower teats in her mouth, giving a suck that sent his cocks into spasms, spurting a few spurts of pre in dual arcs. "Yes, of course. You want that, admit it. Admit it or run."

"I..." Her heart was hammering, but not from fear or doubt, just from excitement. "I want it. I want you. I want you to breed me, my bull." She nuzzled him, and was surprised to feel a muzzle of her own rubbing up against his cheek. Her face was pushing out in the lower part of her vision, becoming a proper canine snout as she yelped and yipped and licked at him in her excitement. "Please, breed me, make me a mother, make me yours..."

He growled again, licking at her ear and down along her shoulder and side. "Now you are ready, Loppy. Your body, your mind. You will be my queen. Now, get down and be ready for your king. Know that you want this, and will get it, for I love you, and want you to be happy, but know that if you want this, you will never return to the world you knew. It is a lot. Think."

She hesitated, then licked at him and nodded. "I don't care." She fell to all fours, a much easier position to be in. She raised her new tail high up over her back and looked back at him. "Make me your queen!"