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A Commission for Wolf (from FurAffinity)

"Cheese... onions... a jar with one pickle..." Cheyenne let out a long sigh. Air puffed out through her lips and fluttered the curl of red hair that fell over her forehead. As it settled, she shut the fridge door again with a soft thunk. "Same things that were in there five minutes ago."

She turned, surveying the small kitchen of the apartment she shared with her long-time roommate, Brian. The fridge sat flush to the wall, staring across to the tall cupboard that acted as a pantry on either sides of the middle island, a dining space and prep space in one. One foot tapped impatiently against the tile, imagining the beat of a song before the curvy redhead pushed back up onto her soles with another sigh. "Let's check in on Brian, shall we?"

Rounding into the living room, Cheyenne faced the massive flat screen half their decoration budget had gone into. Specifically, Brian's half. A hand and gun filled the screen in the first person perspective, scanning out over a dusty expanse dotted with other hands and guns, attached to attackers. Cheyenne's shoulder visibly sunk at the sight of the game to drop her fingers onto the edge of the couch and trace up to where Brian's head tipped back into the cushion with both eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.

"Still playing this?" Her lips pursed together, the red shade of lipstick rubbing together slightly, smoothing the glossy finish over her lips while one hand ran impatiently through her hair, tucking the thinner side back behind her ear. With a slight aura of judgement, she eyed Brian disheveled appearance with his short hair mussed into whirls against his head and a band of it flattened to his scalp where his headphones, that now hung around his neck, had sat through the night. His eyes, fixed to the screen with that unerring concentration, were faintly red at the edges with a darkness ringing beneath them. The more she looked, the more Cheynne noticed the marks of his night on the couch, with a faint orange smear beside his lip where dorito fingers had grazed and the sugary glaze of high consumption from mountain dew. Sure enough, empty bags and cans piled beside his feet planted on the rug. After a beat of her eyes searching him, Brain's head bobbed against the couch, "Yeah, working a mission."

"Oh? What's the mission?" One eyebrow twitched, but otherwise her face didn't show the enthusiasm she'd faked in her voice. As he started to speak, she opened her lips and popped them together faintly, head waggling side to side before she started to drift back down the hall towards her bedroom, letting his gibberish fade out of hearing range.

Then, flopping onto her bed again with a little flounce of her high-waisted skirt around her waist, she sat face-to-face with her laptop again. Caressing its touchpad with one red-painted fingernail, the screen came to life. Then, she wandered through the internet, paging through Tumblr and browsing through Instagram until her head was buzzing with impatience again. Rolling over on the bed, her fingers worked up over her cheeks, rubbing her face with a grumble, "Argh! This morning is dragging on!"

At the edge of the bed, a sudden flurry of fur seemed to agree with a plaintive whine. Head propping up onto the bed, the husky aimed his doleful eyes at the young woman. "I know, Hunter. You feel pent up too, don't you?" Cheyenne crooned, rubbing her fingers along his forehead and sloping down into the scruff of his neck to massage the fluff. The husky's curled puff of a tail started to twitch and dance behind him with the sound of her voice which riled him up further.

"I wanna do too." She rolled up from the bed, shaking out her rumpled waves behind her before she headed along her path again. She veered into the kitchen, unsealing the fridge door with a faint puff of cool air against her tight-covered knees and following Hunter's face before she peered inside. "Well, I'm gonna eat that pickle then!" Snatching up the bottle, Cheyenne briefly occupied herself with its dill-flavored crunch, but then nothing remained but the juice-filled jar.

Shutting the fridge again, she circled around the island, momentarily glancing up at the cupboards as if they might hold some entertainment but then continued out of the kitchen. Feet transitioning from tile to carpet, Cheyenne once again stared at the same television screen with the same picture, though the men had been shuffled and shifted into a new space.

"Seriously? Still? Do you even eat?" Cheyenne snapped, getting Brian to glance at her with his eyes slightly wide but then he simply adjusted his headphones more securely over his ears, scratched the scruff of his beard, and set his hands back onto the controller.

"This is stupid!" She muttered, pivoting back from the room and stomping down the hall with Hunter chasing after her. Then, she plunked onto the bed hard enough for the frame to creak and complain right along with her. At her feet, Hunter stared up with a pleading expression.

"You wanna go out, doncha? You wanna go for a walk? Well, then go convince Brian!" Then, she waved a hand at the door and the dog darted out. His footsteps echoed from the hall, clicking on the tile of the kitchen then quieting to little thunks on the carpeted living space.

"Hunter! No! Brian's playing a game, go find Cheyenne!" Then, the husky came dejectedly back with his head hanging and both eyes peeking meekly up.

Cheyenne sighed and swung both legs off the bed, pacing parallel to her bed. "That boy has been playing games since he got up! After he stayed up all night playing! It's ridiculous! I mean, it's one thing to ignore me, but to ignore our pet!?" As if in agreement, Hunter let out a huff as his head settled onto his paws in crestfallen nap. "Exactly, Hunter! That's so much worse! He has a responsibility to you! He's one of your owners! Practically a parent!"

"I'm going to talk to him!" Then, she stormed back towards the living room without even detouring into the kitchen. She stood right at the corner of the television with both hands propped up onto her hips. "Hunter wants to go out."

Brian didn't even flinch. His eyes stayed locked to the screen. Cheyenne growled in the back of her throat, raising her voice a notch. "Hunter needs to go out."

The gamer's eyes flicked up, momentarily looking across to the girl before he looked back to his screen while both shoulders bounced in a shrug. "So, take him out."

"Come on! He's your dog too!" Her foot stomped once, but then she softened her tone, tried to be reasonable. "It'll be fun. It'll get us out and about. We can get some sunshine? Breath in fresh air? Get a little exercise?" She waited, staring at him for his response, but a hand merely lifted from the controller and waved loosely. "I gotta get today's bounty, just one more mission..."

"Brian! I am bored! We haven't left the apartment all morning! You're just anchored here to your television like some punk middle schooler! Plus, Hunter needs to go out! It's not a choice. He needs fresh air and exercise. You need to do more for him! You need to take an active role in our pet's care. OUR pet's care, did you hear that? He's both of ours, but he doesn't seem to get anything from you except for that brief second of attention when you tell him to leave you alone!" She took in a long wavering breath, looking at Brian still leaned back against the couch. His short, cropped hair cut was mused, slightly damp at the tips from his shower hours ago with a short cropping of facial hair scattered over his chin to tie into the thin mustache above his lip. Beneath the slightly jutting shape of his forehead, his eyes peered out, but not at her, at the screen where he continued to play.

"Argh! It'd take fuckin' magic to get you away from that thing!" Then, pivoting on her heel, she tore down the hall. Slamming the door of her bedroom behind Hunter's tail, she flopped back onto the bed with an angry heave, but her comment continued to ring in her mind. Pulling the laptop onto her thighs, Cheyenne leaned into her pillows and set her fingers on the keys.

With quick, snapping motions, she typed into the search bar: "Local magic shop." As the results began to appear, listing addresses and miniature maps of the nearby city one rose to the top with the nearest, largest red dot on the side bar map.

"Rousseau's Magic Box..." she read, peering down at the path in red over the map. "It can't hurt to head over there. If anything, it might be sorta entertaining to check out a magic shop!" Standing up, her skirt flounced around her thighs. She spun with a fresh bout of excitement for the day and glanced into the slender, floor-length mirror on her closet door. She surveyed from her feet, where she had on dyed red leather booties with a small, wooden heel that clicked sweetly on concrete. On up over her opaque black tights, flared copper skirt, and the cropped black tank top, her pale, porcelain skin rose in the snowy mounds of her cleavage. For a moment, she judged herself, leaning close to smooth the smudge in her foundation before tracing beneath her lip to smooth out the line of her red lips before hooking a finger into her purse and cropped leather jacket. "Let's go, Hunter. We're going to go find out about some magic."

******

"There it is." Cheyenne's breath came out in a chilled huff, letting a little visible haze fade away with the sound of her voice before she glanced down at Hunter. "Rousseau's Magic Box," read the sign above the door with paint chipping away and drifting off like colored flakes of snow. The entire building seemed to sag slightly under the weighted pull of gravity, causing wrinkles in the boards that cracked and bristled along the outer wall. The windows were covered with colored curtains, but a coat of dust confused whether they were meant to be green or blue. "We found a gem here, Hunter" she mumbled, stepping up onto the small entryway raised up a step. The miniature porch groaned under her step with the wood seeming to talk under the sole of her foot, mocking her for her weight and complaining about the work of holding her up. "But I asked for an adventure so..." Her fingers paused on the doorknob before she turned it and pushed inside, "here we go."

The inside didn't look much different from the out, decor wise, but the products seemed to be well-kept. On a decrepit shelf, which leaned to the left hard enough that the boxes it housed all crunched together on the one side, bins were filled with coins so polished they gleamed in the dim lighting. Against the back wall ran a floor to ceiling shelf covered in gadgets and gizmos. Slowly, Cheyenne wandered down the length, poking her nose curiously towards fake thumbs and funky decks, but nothing caught her attention. Turning the corner, she found herself in front of a glass case with aged, wooden boxes beneath a warm glow of light protected inside the counter.

"Hello, miss." A voice greeted and her vision swam up to see the owner. With short, scuffed hair that seemed to fall away from his forehead, the man housed an expanding bald patch. But, his eyes lit up with a child-like twinkle and a gleam of mischief that Cheynne found fitting for the wares he sold. Running a hand down the front of either side of a silk vest he wore, the man grinned. "I'm Rousseau, welcome to my shop! Is there anything you are looking for in particular? Any trick you're mastering? Any scheme you're plotting?"

The redhead chuckled, leaning on the counter while Hunter plopped down at her feet. "I actually came here because my roommate won't get off his Playstation." She paused, shaking her head a little at how silly it sounded. "I know it sounds dumb, but I was just annoyed and bored and I said something about how it'd take magic to get him to leave that dumb game, so I ended up here."

"You know, it's not as dumb as it sounds." The man's eyes twinkled together, glinting almost with a fresh dollop of boyish charm. "I might have just the thing to change his perspective for a bit!"

"Oh yeah? A magic wand to poof away the TV?" she asked, chuckling once before she saw his expression somber. "Okay, serious, what've you got?"

"This is a very serious magic item, but I understand your troubles and I want to help." The man fixed a steady stare on the girl before he squatted down and seemed to disappear beneath the lip of the counter. Reaching into the lighted display, he scooped up one of the aged wooden boxes that sat against a dust velvet cloth beneath. Setting it on top of the glass, he lifted up the lid to show a leather collar. While simple leather, intricate carvings broke through the skin with little, alien letters along the base where a thin border lined the bottom and a more intricate one reached down from the top. The clasp showed its age in a discolored bronze finish that lost its fresh gleam, but sturdily hung to the piece. In the front center, a single c-ring hung down and clinked with faint movement. "This item is magical-"

"A dog collar?"

The man winced slightly, but nodded with the patience of a parent. "Yes, it is a dog collar but embedded inside is the ability to control, to truly capture the one who wears it-"

"Couldn't someone just take the collar off themselves?" Cheyenne's lips curled up into a playful smirk, satisfied with finding the loophole in the magical item she obviously staked no belief into.

"No, that'd be dumb." One eyebrow quirked up, checking the redhead's reaction to his blunt statement before the man smiled slightly to find he'd silenced the cheeky consumer. "Now, as I was saying, it allows for control from a commanding force, a willing desire pushed into the collar will create a controlling bond."

"So, I just pop this baby on Brian and tell him, 'Come on! Let's go walk!' and he trots on out to the hallway?" Cheyenne's eyebrows both hovered in her forehead, disbelief lifting them up. Even though she'd been joking, she couldn't help but imagine Brian listening to her every whim. Perhaps she'd screw the walk, maybe he'd take her shopping with an open wallet, spending his funds on her new clothes or a lunch out? Better yet, he could treat her to something more personal, like an hour long back massage before a foot soak and a pedicure? The image of the moderately macho man, kneeling in front of her to daintily paint each toe made her giggle to herself. Yet, she knew that even at the mention of being some sort of toy or servant he'd be flustered and grumpy within seconds. Brian clung to whatever manliness his call of duty gifted him.

"Yes, if you willed it, it'd occur. It's a sign of obedience, a collar; it suggests and ownership and hierarchy. For a well trained canine, the master's will is their task, which I'm sure you understand well!" He gestured down at Hunter, who sat patiently at his mistress's feet during the exchange, merely sniffing the air with curiosity in the musky shop.

Shaking her head with lingering doubts, Cheyenne smiled and chuckled to herself. "You know what, if nothing, this'll be interesting. Ring me up?" As he moved her to an old register and began to wrap the box, she fished out her wallet and spread the bills onto the countertop. "Remember miss, I almost forgot, the collar can be controlled by more than one person if their will is strong enough!"

She nodded, waving a hand at him in passing and dismissal. As she exited, she rolled her eyes. "Controlled by more than one? Psh! Like it's even going to work for one!"

******

"I'm hoooome!" Cheyenne stepped in, shucking off her coat and poking her head into the living room to see the same scene she'd left. Briefly, Brian glanced up with an expression that seemed to say, "You left?"

"That stupid boy!" Cheyenne thought to herself, pursing her lips into a grumpy pout. "He doesn't pay attention to anyone or anything but that game! I hope this thing does work because he deserves a little change of perspective!" She slammed the door with a thunk and stomped towards her room. In the privacy of her room, she lifted out the old box. Hefting the leather into her hands she eyed the strange carvings, running a fingertip over them. "I wonder what these mean..." She mused to herself momentarily, but then looked to the door. "Doesn't matter! It's time to see what this can do!"

Walking on tiptoes, Cheyenne crept back into the living room and stopped behind the couch. Loosening the clasp, she leaned forward and pressed it around his throat and quickly guided the lock back into place. "How do I test it? How do I see if it's working?" Thoughts raced through her mind, trying to settle on something to force him into or something to take. "What does he treasure most? What would just make him mad?" She landed on a memory, still fresh from the recent conversation:

"What is your most treasured thing or skill or characteristic, like the number one thing you wouldn't sell or change for anything?" Cheyenne posed, staring out at her gathered friends with an inquisitory pout peeking out above her mug.

Tiara, with a little bubbly giggle like what champagne would sound like were it a song and not a drink, leaned over the counter with a conspiratorial whisper, "My ability to orgasm."

Cheyenne grinned, eyeing the two men who were now chuckling and sneering to themselves with intoxicated amusement. "For me," Brian introduced with a little thud on his chest like an ape, "It'd be my manhood. I wouldn't lose this penis for nothing... besides if I did, Tiara would lose her prized possession too, am I right?"

Laughter faded out the end of the scene while Cheyenne held that idea in her mind, focusing as if trying to recall where she'd left her keys. "Come on... no more manhood, no more penis, no more, no more, no more..."

"What the hell, Cheyenne?" Brian whirled around, grabbing at the collar around his neck with a tug. His forehead wrinkled and both brows knitted together with confusion. "What's your deal?"

"Jeez, I knew she was annoyed but this is just weird, what does she think she's doing?" Brian thought, fixing a glaring gaze back on his roommate, though he couldn't hide his plain confusion at her motivation. "A collar? What the hell?" He pushed off the couch, standing to face her with both arms out at his sides in a 'what?' gesture.

"Come on! Come on!" Cheyenne didn't reply, she just fixed her mind on the collar, trying to test the magician's collar. Then, faintly, she saw the engravings flare with a sparkling fuzz in the air, like when portals opened in a sci fi flick. The male's groin began to tingle, a burning sensation flaring out from his groin. A hand instinctively moved to the front of his loose lounge pants, grabbing over the bulge of his cock while it ached and throbbed with a hot sensation.

"What in the world?" Brian thought to himself, fidgeting and adjusting to no avail. The strange heat spread through his crotch until from the tip to the base his cock was throbbing and pulsing with some sort of transformation. The heat of the base began to intensify, the ripple of the buzzing tingles pulsed up through his crotch. Then, the space beneath his groping hand disappeared. Gone.

"What in the fucking hell?" Brian thought before realizing the thought exploded from his mouth. His hand was flat to his crotch now, not pressing down to any bulge. The tingle and heat in his crotch, now flat, continued to ache through his flesh. But within seconds, like a flower blooming he could feel the skin beneath shifting. A slit drew through the skin, carving him like clay with nothing but a strange heat flooding through him. Then, layers filled into the slit like the petals of a bud opening up. Sensitivity and sensation flooded his mind. He could feel the heat rolling out from his crotch while a wetness dampened through his pants. Shifting his hand to press curiously over the new shape, he bumped over the new nub of his clitoris and jolted with the concentrated nerves that jolted a spark through his body.

With ginger, but hurried fingers he wandered over the new organ through the cloth while his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Is this seriously a- " His head shook from side to side, disbelief making his body shiver. "This isn't- Nooo..." He looked at Cheyenne, searching for some sort of support that he'd drifted off in front of the television, that it was just a dream, a nightmare.

Yet, his entire body felt it. He could feel the fabric pressing flush to sensitive flesh. He felt the heat against his palm and the faint rise of the mound in place of the pouch shaped bulge of a cock. He could feel the dampness growing where the flood of arousal leaked out in a liquid form.

"Do I have a vagina!?"

Cheyenne stared at him. Her brain raced with incredulous belief. "It worked, oh my god! It really worked! He lost his penis! Oh my god! I took away his penis!" Without realizing it,a hand pumped up into the air, "Yes!"

Brian stared, "She did this? She did this- with that collar!?" A hand pressed to his throat, groping out the shape of the leather pulled tight around his throat, a snug and perfect fit. When he tugged, the clasp locked tight and before he could mess with it, his nipples began to tingle beneath his shirt.

Plumping, they poked against his shirt with their stiff form under the thin fabric. Then, his skin began to ache and throb faintly. Pushing up, his chest expanded right in front of his eyes, building beneath the guiding point of his pert nipples. "B-boobs? I'm growing boobs? This can't be real! Brian, wake up! Come on! This isn't real. This isn't possible." His hands moved up, grabbing onto himself with disbelief to find the new flesh sensitive, only adding to the aching heat in his crotch with a little tremble. He felt a breath wash over his lower lip- was his lip plumping?!

As breasts grew on his chest, his entire body buzzed and tingled with added changes. His hips were widening, but other spots slimmed. His legs began to shrink, to a thin, dainty size while his feet wobbled on the ground while they shrunk. Staring down, he saw his giant toes begin to re-shape into small doughy, button-sized toes on the end of slimming, lightening feet. As they finished, his toenails evened out, a pinky shade of flesh poking out from the end of his lounge pants.

Then, his re-shaping hips took his attention while he felt those pants shifting and sliding along his body. His pants, which sat low on his hips, were escaping down onto his thinner legs. A hand grabbed onto one side while slimming shoulders let his shirt slip to the side. His opposite hand grabbed for the sliding top as his stomach flattened under his top. Clothing slipping and sloshing in a fabric wave flashed his new changes. His shirt tipped to one side and showed the subtle, smooth curve of a new dainty shoulder. When he shifted the shirt back up, it spilled forward to glimpse the line of new cleavage before it dipped to the other shoulder. Long, thin arms escaped from the holes, the hairs thinned into wispy blonde curls, and fingers stretched longer into slender, supple digits.

Again, the pants sloshed at his waist, escaping his changing, alien fingers enough that they hit his knees and he had to scramble for them. With the waistband tangling around his knees, Cheyenne glimpsed the new crotch that bloomed between his thighs. The pink flesh of his folds spread partly open, showing the brighter shades of his inner folds and the little bud of his clit, poking out with its engorged size. On his thighs, briefly before he tugged the pants violently back up, she glimpsed the sheen of wetness that leaked out of his freshly aroused sex.

A giggle escaped the girl, catching sight of the truest change juxtaposed with Brian's male, bewildered face. Both his eyes were wide as saucers with the red flaring in them like fire as she looked. A mixture of disbelief and anger clouded his eyes while her own held a shocked mirth. "I can't believe it's working!"

"I can't believe you'd do this! This isn't possible!" As he spoke, his voice cracked and broke into a high-pitch, squeaking slightly before it settled into its higher register. "Oh my god! No!" A red flared onto his cheeks, embarrassment starting to overcome his anger as Cheyenne laughed at him, laughed! Here he was, being stripped of what he wanted to keep most of all, and she just laughed!

Then, to make it worse, his shirt drooped enough to show the rounded heft of his new bosom which bounced in his hurried attempts to recover himself. The nipples were pert, sensitive in the faint chill of the fresh air as he swore under his breath, hugging his clothes against himself. Next, he felt the final changes settling over his body. His hips, now curved and smoothed to a feminine hourglass, pushed his legs into a changed stance with a faint bend, a bowleggedness in his stance. His mussed hair began to grow. He felt his scalp prickling, the hairs stretching and falling down over his shoulders in dusty blonde waves.

His eyelashes grew out while his lips continued to pucker. Brian grabbed for his hair, raking through it with a groan of distress. His lips colored a fuller red. His eyes widened. His voice cracked again, a whine of distress reaching into a bell-like rang. "How could you do this!?"

Cheyenne looked down at the feminized Brian, who clutched to his clothes and stared out from a morphing face. "I can't help but laugh at you! It's ridiculous! I can still tell it's you, but you're a girl! It's hilarious!" Her voice broke with another laugh, shaking her body with the wild giggling.

Brian reeled. "No! It's not hilarious! It's horrifying! Cheyenne! I'm not a girl!"

"You've got tits and a vag'! I'd say that makes you a girl!"

"No! On the inside!"

"The inside of what? Your vagina!?" Her own jest set her off, laughing hard enough that tears prickled her eyes while Brian felt his cheeks sting with humiliation. The red filled his cheeks and streaked down his neck as well, brightening with the shade of a cherry tomato.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" Cheyenne chuckled, not bothering to hide her smirking grin. "How about I get you some clothes from my closet and then we'll go buy you some?"

"What? You can't just change me back?"

Cheyenne shrugged. "I have no idea how this thing even works. I'm sure it's just going to wear off after a day or two."

"A day or two?! I can't spend a day or two with this body!? I don't even think I can walk like this!?" To prove his point, he took a wobbly step forward, seeing his breasts jiggle even with that little motion at the bottom of his vision and feeling the fabric of his pants tickle his sensitive crotch.

"Well, you're stuck with it!" she laughed, swiveling to head towards her room. "Do you want clothes or not?" She looked back with a pointed stare as his shirt slipped again, jostling a breast and hooking the tender nipple with the neckline enough that it grinded up to it when he yanked the top back up. When a little whine of pleasure escaped his lips, Cheyenne just pursed her lips into a smirk and waited.

"My roommate is evil. She is tormenting me with breasts and vagina. I can't deal with this." Despite his inner worry, his face remained stony. "Fine, get me clothes."

She started to stride away, a self satisfied bounce in every step. "A 'please' would have been a nice touch, Missy."

Once she disappeared from the room, Brian collapsed onto the couch. "I can't believe this. I can't be a girl, it's not possible is it? I mean, I know there's surgeries and such, but it can't just... happen?" His eyes swept down the length of his body to stare at those dainty toes, up slender legs, over his crotch which he could feel in distinct detail beneath his pants, and pausing on his massive, heaving chest. "I mean, what am I without my manhood? A guh-girl?" He spat the world like a curse. "I love girls, women, but I can't BE one! I'm a man!" Then, his gaze caught those full, juicy breasts again and his pep talk took a turn.

"What am I without my manhood? I'm nothing! Everything I work for is about catching the ladies! I'm a ladies man, but now... Now I'm one of them. I'm tiny!" His body flailed for a moment, as if to exhibit the lack of bulk he had. Unlike Cheyenne who was a woman of curves and obvious substance, Brian's transformation had left him with most of his power in the heft of his bobbing breasts.

"Since you turned out so little, I had a bit of a hard time finding something, but I think I've found a solution!" Cheyenne called from up the hall before she returned to the living room to hold up the outfit she'd found. It consisted of a tiny, cropped top that appeared to be more of a bra than a shirt, a mini skirt, and patterned tights.

"What? There's no way in hell I'm wearing that!" Brian's gut wretched with embarrassment at the mere thought of dressing in clothes that would reveal and display his new body. The cropped top would hug onto his new bosom, pushing them up into a mounded crease of cleavage in its v-neck while letting his flat stomach show out from under. And a skirt? Brian shook his head. "No way."

"Well with a body like that, you're not going to fit into anything else I own! Would you rather go to the store with your pants falling down? Flashing everyone that dribbly little pussy?"

Brian winced, embarrassed that she'd noticed the glistening wetness already lining his lower lips. Begrudgingly, he took the offered outfit and then paused. After a beat, Cheyenne popped both hands up in the air, eyebrows raising. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not changing in front of you!"

"We're both ladies here!"

"I AM NOT A LADY!"

"If it has tits like a lady, if it has a vag' like a lady..." She chuckled, turning and putting a hand theatrically over both eyes. "Go ahead, little Brianna."

Letting his frumpy clothes finally drop to the floor, Brian began to work his foot into the first leg of the tights. Wriggling and pushing, his feet just seemed to tangle into the tight tube of fabric. "What the fuck!?" He hissed under his breath, leaning back onto the couch to try and force his foot into the strange device.

"You have to roll it to get your foot into the end and then slide the fabric up!" Cheyenne counseled, having turned around to watch him struggle with the garment.

"NO PEEKING!" Again, laughing, she turned back around. Finally, after wrestling himself down into the squeeze of the mini skirt and jostling both breasts into the hold of the top, Cheyenne turned again with a smirk. "You should get a job at Hooters for as long as this lasts. They'd hire you in an instant."

Even without a bra, since his roommate hadn't had one to fit his inflate mark of femininity, 'Brianna's' chest bounced perkily inside the revealing top with a pale, mounded expanse of snowy boob mountains. Every time he saw them, which was constantly as they filled the bottom border of his vision at all times, it reminded him of the transformation, the robbery of his manhood he'd suffered from. Every glance stung with a fresh bite from the trickery.

"Come on, mopey girl. Let's go shopping!"

******

"Are you kidding me? I am not getting a bra fitting!" Brian glared at his roommate, who already carried two bags of the most boyish outfits Brian could talk her into dressing him in. Though, for Cheyenne, the transformation had given her the perfect playmate, a living doll to dress.

"You need one! Bras are expensive and you want to make sure it fits correctly!" She lectured, continuing to drag him towards the counter where a wrinkled prune of a woman sat waiting. "We need a fitting."

The woman smiled and wrinkled crow's feet creased at her eyes, but Brian blanched at the idea of her pruny hands touching him. "Fuck, really?" Looking again, he recognized the baggy droop of this woman's face, his mother had constantly invited her over to babysit and have tea in the afternoons. "My old babysitter? My mother's best friend is going to manhandle me?! Fuck no-"

Cheyenne didn't let him pull away, forcibly holding onto his elbow and standing partly behind him so he could shift a step back. "For this busty gal here!"

"I can imagine why! Woo! I remember when I used to have tits like that! Hah! Age is like a needle though! Just pops those puppies and lets the air run out." Brian's nose wrinkled with disgust though he couldn't distinguish if her comment had been the cause or if it was her gaze meandering over his chest.

"She doesn't even recognize me! She really thinks I'm a girl! This can't be happening!?" Brian swallowed, trying to mentally escape. "Just... imagine some place else. It'll be okay. I can just last through this."

"Right this way. Meg will actually do the fitting for you."

"Meg? Why does that sound familiar..." He looked up, and his eyes swam up over long tanned legs to a chest that bounced and jiggled much like his own set now. Then, he stopped at the face, something striking him as recognizable. Where had he seen that face?

Then it hit him. His bed. Last Friday.

Inwardly, he instantly groaned. He could picture her entire body now. He could still seem the hazy image of her breasts in the dark, not contained in any top then, revealing or otherwise. He swallowed. He could feel his sex dripping at the memory. Faintly, he could smell his own earthy scent of arousal.

"Fuck, this is more distracting than a fucking boner." He swore to himself, looking back at Cheyenne with a panicked expression, but she just chuckled. Though, as she held his gaze her nose gave a little twitch in the air before her grin deepened. "Brianna is really, really excited for this fitting!"

"Ah hell no..." Brian followed the girl back to a fitting room, grimacing internally as she babbled to him about how he was blessed with such a rack but that the perfect bra was absolutely necessary to contain them.

"Sometimes though, I think it might be a curse having these. Guys just can't handle them! Last Friday, I was with this big dolt and he wouldn't stop grabbing me! It was like... ouch! Those are attached! He barely even paid attention to anything else! He wanted to just fuck my boobs and nothing else! I had to just fake it and go home to the vibrator, what a disappointment."

Brian paled. Friday!? That was him! His ego deflated. His pride shrunk back, damaged. As the two girls laughed it up about her failed lay with him, Meg was starting to tug his crop top out of the way, groping over his bare breasts and proceeding through the fitting. All the while, his roommate and ex-fling gabbed about his failures as a lover without realizing it was him they were joking about.

His skin burned with a blush while his stomach churned. He wanted nothing more than to escape. Yet, even amongst all their mockery, the girl was bobbing and pressing into him to size up his chest, meaning her own chest jostled and pushed against him. Arousal and embarrassment flooded his mind throughout the entire fitting before he eventually exited the store with a frilly pink bra beneath his crop top now, containing the bouncing orbs of his bosom.

In the hallway, Cheyenne flew into a lecture about his attitude, complaining, and how he was just plain annoying. "This is ridiculous! How long do I have to last through this?"

Miserably, Brian moped through his days as a girl. He stayed inside the apartment, tied to his video games more than ever where no one saw his clothes. He wore a giant sweatshirt and hid his own body and shunned Cheyenne more than he had before.

After two days, the redhead snapped.

"You have been neglecting Hunter after everything we did to change your mind! To get you to see! So, now it's his turn to get something!" Cheyenne shouted, exploding into the living room with her hair flying out around her face like flames and her eyes wide, bright with passion.

The collar, still tight around Brian's neck, began to glow along the engravings. The letters brightened to glow from beneath his loose shirt. "What are you doing? Stop that!"

But, her concentration didn't waver. Brian found himself stumbling off the couch, dropping his controller and groping for the hemline of his shirt to tug it up over his head. His nails scraped over his nude body in a hurry to strip down. Breasts bounced against his chest as his body threw itself onto his knees. The rough carpeting scraped under his knees while legs thrashed to kick off his pants.

"What are you doing?!" He cried, feeling the air of the room wash up to his hot sex, sending a chill down his spine. He ached with exposure, flushing with humiliation.

"I'm letting Hunter get some actual attention from you!" she snapped, and Brian froze.

"What does that mean?" Then, he felt that hard lash of a tongue against his wet sex. Looking back, the husky stood behind him with his black, coal-shaped nose twitching with Brian's needy scent. Between his thighs, the human could already see the red length of his cock slipping from its sheath, the skin glistening in a brilliant red. It bobbed as he walked closer, nosing along Brian smooth thighs and licking over his pussy again.

The rough tongue pushed between his pussy lips mercilessly, flicking up to the clit in long, flat strokes that covered every inch of the hyper sensitive flesh. When he caught the source of the rich flavor leaking from the pussy in front of him, his tongue only pushed harder.

"Seriously, Cheyenne? What are you going to do? Let a dog fuck me!?" he cried, but she stayed silent in focus to hold him still on his knees. His body was frozen with both legs spread to leave his pussy lips yawning open for the tongue to dig in deeper, slurping into his tunnel. His breath hitched, a moan escaping at the rough sensation of the dog's tongue. Even as his mind complained and the merciless licking raked through his groin, he couldn't deny that the the unwavering licking worked over the sensitive flesh. He dripped with liquid excitement, but every slurp of the tongue cleaned him again. His pussy ached with the rawness, yet his juices wouldn't stop flowing.

But, Hunter's attention started to shift. His nose snuffled up to the lips of Brian's pussy for a moment before paws scrambled against the smooth skin of his hips. Claws prickled against his hips, but Brian barely noticed that when he felt the oozing tip of the dog's cock trace up the length of his thighs.

He shuddered, picturing the long, girthy cock. His hips trembled, but Hunter and Cheyenne both held him fast with her magic and the grip of his legs. The tip dragged up, sliding along his wettening slit then slammed forward. Instantly, the dog's girth filled his tight sex. His tunnel tightened, squeezing and milking along the dog's cock instinctively. Despite himself, another moan escape as the canine started to pound into him.

Hard, merciless thrusts rocked him forward on his knees. His fingers curled into the carpet, clutching to the floor s Hunter quickly pistoning into him, panting out over his bare back while beneath him both breasts swayed. With every thrust, Hunter's tail was waving madly, his tongue hanging partway from his mouth, and precum oozed out copiously leaking onto the rug and filling Brian's tight tunnel. The wet slick noises of every pound filled the air before something new began to smack into Brian's lower lips.

Hunter's knot began to inflate, kissing up to Brian's lips before suddenly it popped inside, forcing in and out while it continued to expand. The dog's breath exploded from his mouth, bursting in harsh pants. Then, with a hard jerk, the fat knot locked the two together before strings of cum painted Brian's inner walls, spasming and squeezing down on the fat girth that tied them together.

With cum sloshing around inside the transformed girl and the collar starting to fade its brightness, some light still danced along the edges of the carved letters. To the humans, it seemed like Cheyenne's magic had just begun to fade, still faintly lighting the item, but in fact Hunter's mind had caused a flicker in the collar, letting his will slowly trickle through the medium to Brian himself.

Over the next several days, the collar continued to flicker and glow with Hunter's mind working through the imbued leather and awakening the ancient, magical letters that allowed changes to occur.

*******

Rolling out of bed the next day, Brian ran a hand through his longer hair with a grumble. His nails snagged in the longer hair, tugging out a thin swirl of the blonde locks. "Ouch. Shit." He swore, looking down at his hand where the nails were slightly longer, curling at the tips. "Great, more girlification." He grumbled to himself while heading to the shower, the bane of his existence now.

In the shower, his entire transformed body stared at him. On the first day after Hunter's revenge, a sensation of disgust still rolled over his body. Slipping beneath the spray of the water, he imagined the sticky mess inside him again, practically feeling the trickling leak that he'd had to clean yesterday. A mixture of embarrassment and anger still covered him like a shroud. He couldn't stop flashing back, feeling the thick knot pushing him apart, stretching his open; and despite his shame, he couldn't forget the shivering sensation of pleasure he felt with the thick girth.

The shower used to be his private start to the morning, a groping explosion of private ecstasy, but now with a strange replacement part between his thighs, the thought hung in the back of his mind. To use it would be to settle with it, to be comfortable with it- Brian couldn't stand it.

From above the sink, the mirror captured him through the haze of steam. It outlined a foggy shape of his faintly curve-y shape, of the swell of his breasts beneath the spray of the water, and the long cascade of hair he couldn't figure out how to wash. His nails hooked and tugged while he tried to shampoo down the length. "What the heck? How do women do this?"

He glanced at his hands again, where the nails were long and tapering into a curved point. The tips appeared darker, the pink faded into a browned shade. "Huh..." For a moment, Brian paused with a twinge of confusion lifting his brow. The curve of his nails seemed too extreme and the coloring off just slightly, yet he dismissed it. "Probably just a weird side effect."

******

Unbeknownst to Brian, the shift in his nails continued. As he settled into a marathon of Netflix-favorites, the nails continued to grow. The enamel thickened beneath its subtly curved shape, building up to a thick point before it turned more, scraping the couch when he shifted. Beneath his socks, hidden from view, the toenails began to do the same. They grew out, turning and forming a thickening curve as they went.

Once the nails had curved in a half-moon bend, the pink darkened. The cuticle faded to a brown that faded up towards the tip in a yellowed white. In blissful ignorance, Brian watched through three back to back films before he stood up and heard a faint tear. "What the hell? Did I just rip my pants?" He thought with a boyish burst of insecurity, but a glance backwards said otherwise.

"What ripped?" he mused aloud, eyeballs scanning over the couch and himself before he spotted the shred of his sock, flopped back to expose the curvature of his strange toe nail.

"What in the world?" But, a sudden clicking down the hall from Cheyenne's room made him kick the blanket back over his feet, tucking both hands into his pocket. "The last thing I need is another thing for her to laugh at" he muttered with a scowl.

"How's it going?" Cheyenne greeted, and Brian merely fidgeted as his nails dug into his thigh through the thin fabric of his pocket, ripping at it. "Fine, fine. Just watching movies."

"Ah! Can I join for one?"

He shrugged, the passive agreement before he settled down again with a blanket over his feet, propping up both legs on the abdomen. His bare legs were peeking out between the end of his shorts and the blanket that hid his curved toenails.

"Jeez Brian! You must have retained your male hair genes or something!" Cheyenne gestured at his legs where the soft, unshaved hairs that had begun to pop up the day before had thickened into a lush coat of itty, bitty fuzz coating his calves. He stared for a moment, blinking. Reaching down, he traced a finger through to find the hair luxuriously soft, unlike the bristle-like hairs that broke through Cheyenne's legs after two many days between shavings. But he remembered his mutated fingernails and shoved his hand back in his pocket before the girl noticed. With her eyes locked on her own hands, tracing through the long hairs, she didn't see.

Then, he noticed his arms too had thickened into a soft, glossy peach fuzz in place of short hairs. Unlike the usual sparse covering that showed more skin than hair, he could barely see where his arm sat beneath the hair.

"Your body must not know what's going on! It's freaking out a little!" She mumbled, starting to pet his leg as the movie began. Brian merely agreed before painfully sitting through the next two hours with his roommate petting through his soft leg hair while he hid from her his long, scraping nails.

******

The next morning, Brian woke with a slow groan. As he shifted from his side position onto his back, the entire thing gave a complaining throb. Once his entire back had settled to a dull ache, a focused, pinpointed twinge of discomfort from the base of his spine. Beneath his shirt, buried beneath the skin, the spinal cord had started to expand. A faint nub, too small even to be detected yet by a grazing hand had started to bud for the base of his tail. "I wonder what I did to my back..." He thought to himself in a tired mumble before trying to fidget into a comfortable stance and wincing instead.

As Brian swore to himself and roll back over onto his stomach in ignorance, the tail slowly growing out from his back. He lay in oblivion while his future wagging machine hummed beneath the surface. The collar, covered by the blanket, glowed with the faintest tinge on the engravings. The softest golden sheen tinted them, but nothing else marked the growing of his tail beneath the covers. Nothing let him know the true answer to his question.

Instead, all Brian educed were more curiosities. When he rolled up to a sitting position, a hand carefully rubbed his head to avoid his strange nails which seemed to have gotten thicker during the night. Against his palm, he felt strange lumps forming against the flesh. "Did I bump my head in my sleep?" He thought, posing the question to the empty room, but the bedroom couldn't tell him that the bumps were the base of his ears percolating beneath the surface, starting to bud like his tail.

Reaching both hands above his head, he tried to stretch through the ache in his back. Tipping his gaze up, he marveled at the alien glimmer in his hair on his arms which had seemed to sneak forward over the line of his wrist till a faint, white golden fuzz showed on the backs of his fingernails, fading away just at the dark, black base of his mutated nails.

"Did that grow more over night?" Both eyebrows crinkled, and his head spun for a moment questioning whether that was possible. "That's really weird." He concluded, but the ache in his body pulled his thoughts away, distracting him.

His back throbbed with a deep, dull ache as though he'd been lifting the day before hard enough to leave his body repairing its inner structure. "Ugh, I'm tense" he muttered, stretching and rolling his appendages in their sockets, trying to loosen up. He didn't know it wouldn't do any good. He didn't know it wasn't his muscles aching, but his bones moving. Beneath the surface of his skin that hid away what really began to change that day, the bones were fidgeting and shivering with anticipation of the next step.

Stumbling his way into the kitchen, Brian's claws scraped at the side of the fridge in an attempt to catch the handle, but with their curved shape he struggled. "This shouldn't be this hard!" He grumbled, but his thumb didn't seem to flex correctly and when Cheyenne walked in behind him, he still wrestled with the refrigerator.

"No scratch!" Cheyenne blurted, thinking the familiar scratching sound came from the dog, but he lay calmly in front of the oven. Her eyebrows wrinkled together before her sharp gaze landed on Brian. "What the heck?"

He looked up, her commanding tone still ringing in his mind. "She snapped at me like a dog." He thought to himself, "Do these punishments ever end?" The moment hit him though... His curved, mutated nails...

His eyes tipped to where Hunter lay on the rug with his chin resting on the edge of both paws. At the end of his paws, curled contentedly into the fabric, sat a row of dark curled toenails... just like the ones that sat against the fridge door unable to hook into the handle.

"I'm turning into a dog."

He turned and stared at the cause, as he thought, who looked back with both eyes wide before a splay of red locks falling over her forehead. "What?"

"Cheyenne?! I'm turning into a dog!" His hands waved in the air, showing her finally the claws that took the place of his dainty fingernails, even though weren't his own. His hands had undergone too many transformations, they weren't what he remembered seeing hovering, sweating over the paper of a test or curled onto the buttons of a controller. The skin softened first, with the dewey female glow, but then the hairs extending down from his arm had started to cover even that in the thickening wisps of a whitening golden fur. Then, the nails completely contorted the manicure that had before changed his nails.

"You're what? That's not even possible! I didn't do anything like that!" Cheyenne stared with bewilderment at her roommate's hands, her eyes washing over the thick coat of hair that coated the upper portion of his arms up to the curved tips of his claws.

"Well, then your little prank is malfunctioning!" Brian shouted, throwing his hands up and grabbing for his hair slightly to feel the lumps on his head had gotten larger. "My entire body hurts, everything is wrong, and it's all your fault."

"I'm sure it'll wear off! You just sit down and relax!" When Brian didn't respond, a hand knocked up onto her hip, "I said sit!" And his butt dropped onto one of the bar stools while both eyes stayed wide open and fluttering uncertainly.

Forthwith, neither spoke. Cheyenne started the coffee pot and opened the fridge to pull out their butter for toast while Brian sat silently running over the events of the morning in his head.

"I woke up aching, there's bumps in two spots on my head, I've got dog claws, but Cheyenne didn't do it, she claims. Now though, she bossing me around like some kind of pet and it is working! I can't even stand up!" He felt a tickle of embarrassment at the realization that his legs wouldn't push him up from the seat. "She's toying with me, making me feel worse for what happened!" His mind rushed back through everything, his transformation into a woman and then through his night with Hunter, he gulped at the vibrant replay of the thick knot shoving into him, filling him, sealing them together as stream after stream of cum-

"God, where is my mind going!?"

"Huh?" Cheyenne looked at him curiously, and Brian realized he'd blurted his question aloud. She smirked slightly, a bit of her playful deviance showing in the twinkle of her eyes before she leaned closer. "Are you thinking about your actions, Brian? Are you remembering your night with Hunter? He was so big wasn't he? He was so big and plump inside your dirty, doggy pussy." She giggled, obviously amused by the blush building on her roommate cheeks. "That's what happens when you never walk your pet! He gets antsy! He has to get that out somehow!" Then, she plopped some toast in front of him and chuckled before heading back down to the hall to her room.

Even with her gone, Brian's mind rung with her words. His sex tingled at the memory and some part of his mind kept obsessing, he could feel the twinge between his thighs of the starting excitement of the thought of being filled, stretched open- He swallowed forcibly and started to eat, glaring down at the floor where Hunter lay. Though, he started to wonder if maybe Cheyenne was subconsciously still torturing him.

"Maybe she doesn't realize it, but since she still has some feeling about it, the magic is indirectly coming from her because she's thinking about me with Hunter! If I make her less angry, then she should stop sending the angry signals!"

"That must be it! Time to make Cheyenne like me!" He jumped up, tediously fitting some sweatpants up over his toenails and then gloves over his hands so that none of his strange mutations showed before he hooked a leash into Hunter's collar. "Come on, boy! Let's go to the dog park!"

******

"Woah. There's a lot of dogs out today!" The park swarmed with hounds of every shape and size, bounding freely from their tethers to play fetch and chase amongst the sparse tree line in the fenced in park. Letting Hunter go, Brian wandered along the edge with Hunter weaving along in front of him. Suddenly though, a bump tripped Brian forward. "Hey now!"

He looked back to see an oversized Great Dane looking at him with a dopey, canine smile with a panting tongue hanging out from his mouth. With another step forward, the dog head butted his thighs again. "Stop that!" His eyes scanned around for an owner, but he couldn't place a person anywhere in the tree line he skimmed at the edge of the park. The dog pushed his head to him again, harder now just behind his knees and Brian's body, a smaller, unfamiliar frame, toppled over into the dirt with a girlish cry he wanted to blame on someone else.

The dog's nose snuffled and twitching, swinging and swarming over his body in darting portions, working up to the back of the transformed girl's pants to pushing an oversized head against his butt.

Then, massive paws leapt up and knocked over the top of the human's shoulders, holding him steady while hard, needy humping started to rock him into the dirt beneath. "Oh my- hell no!" Brian shouted, writhing beneath the dog, but with his hands trapped in gloves and his body still so much weaker than what he was used to, he couldn't push the beast off. Instead, he felt his hot breath washing out against the back of his head in delighted chuffs and felt every grind of the massive, red length that rubbed against the butt of his pants, sliding between fabric-covered thighs. Brian's body shivered, a heat seeming to tickle his groin.

A heavy musk filled the air, an earthy, decidedly masculine scent that Brian found himself snuffling. "What the hell?!" He scolded, trying to instead feing disgust, yet his nose kept breathing in deep, noisy breaths at the scent and his pussy wouldn't stop dripping. He could feel the liquid starting to run onto his thighs, trickle into the crotch of his pants. At this rate, he's stain them soon and soak through enough to show!

"God! Someone! Help! Get off me, dog! Stop!" Brian's mind was racing, unable to compute the differing pieces. It was as though some buried part of him wanted to accept the Dane's advances, welcomed the meaty piece that rubbed on the outside of his pants, but the youth couldn't place it. Yet, it was there. While his body started to change, so too did his mind. Inside him, a bitch hid amongst his hidden thoughts, desperate for a mating and lost in a raging mental heat just how the magic's perpetrator imagined his female friends constantly. Poor Brian didn't realize that the reason he couldn't throw the dog off wasn't his strength or lack thereof, but merely because too much of his body didn't want it. But his mind ran the mouth, and the other message got out just in time to send a hulking man running towards them.

"I'm so sorry, little miss!" The man bellowed with a rumbling voice. Brian glanced up with a jolt of fear; Captain Kirkhun, his most beloved teacher and coach. "My dog just has some raging hormones I guess! I am so sorry! Did he hurt you!" The familiar figure started to circle around him, but Brian jumped away, trying to hide the wet patch that soaked into his garments. He could feel his heart pounding, racing inside his chest.

"I-it's okay!" He swore inwardly for the waver in his breath, the feminine breathiness in his tone. He couldn't even pretend to be male as this strange canine transformation seemed to trickle into his body. "My identity has been stolen," he mumbled, ducking away and starting to hurry off from his coach without another word, nervous to be around the man another second lest he notice something odd about the 'little missus's' eyes and how they looked like the same ones that used to peek out from a football helmet for years and years. He ran off, collected Hunter, and hurried back home with shame surrounding him like a cloud and the dog's musk stuffed in his nose, haunting him with every passing second.

******

"My identity has been completely stripped..." Brian rolled over to press his cheek into the pillow with a long sigh, staring out at the dark window across from him like it had been for hours while he tried to sleep, but failed. Thoughts plagued him. "I can't tell if I'm a girl or a dog...I'm neither, yet I'm not what I'm supposed to be. I'm not human or male!" His fingers went to grab his hair with frustration, but instead his claw hooked in the blanket and he groaned with sudden exasperation.

"I don't even know what I am!" Brian let out another long sigh, but fatigue had started to calm his mind so his body could rest and soon, he settled into a fitful sleep.

However, his body did little rest while he slept. As the hours of the night passed, beneath the comforter pulled to his chin, his body continued to morph towards its final form. Along the smooth surface of his chest, the skin beneath his breasts puckered, starting to break and bud with a small set of pink nipples. They pushed out like a rose blooming from beneath the blanket of the grass, continuing up. While Brian's mind ran with hazy dreams of oversized males pushing him into the grass, his body inflated the second pair of breasts on his chest, forming them till they squished against the first. Two, rounded sets of orbs balanced atop his chest while the moon began to fade in the background of the night sky, and beneath the second pair, a third pair of buds began to poke to the surface.

By the time the sun broke through the veil of shadow, the third pair had begun to sprout into a small bud of a breast while two more dotting pairs of nipples poked out from his chest reaching towards his crotch. When the rays grazed against his eyes and they fluttered open, Brian faced the sight of his breasts looming off his chest with the pert nubs poking into his shirt on top.

For a moment, it appeared the same image he'd looked at the last few days since Cheyenne had stolen away his masculinity, but then something drew him to tip his head up while he sat back against the headboard to see that beneath the heavy pair of breasts he'd had for days... there sat another pair.

"Now what is happening?" He grumbled, staring with confusion down at the multiplying breasts. Slowly, tugging up his t-shirt, he stared down at his chest. One pair of full, C-cup breasts grew like a twin to the first pair topped with the same, pert nipples that peered up with a rosy pink blush around them. Lightly poking the third breast, Brian watched it jiggle faintly. "Gosh, I'm not dreaming..." A mixture of confusion and amazement showed as he lightly explored his growing chest, however, after a few moments of poking over the budding third pair and finding the four more nipples marking the next boob plots he realized the skin was tender and sore.

"First, I get dog claws, now I've got a million boobs, next my vagina is going to duplicate!" Brian muttered to himself as he headed into the shower, finding that when he stripped his shirt off complete and stepped into the tiled room, all eight nipples hardened in the air, throbbing faintly with the beat of his heart. The hot water and the steam of the shower soothed the growing flesh, but by the time he settled in for breakfast they were sore and aching once again.

"So, what extra appendage did you grow overnight this time?" Cheyenne greeted with a wickedly playful grin, finding more humor in his situation than remorse- a fact that still irritated Brian.

When his face didn't change, not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth, she swatted for his stomach, "Oh lighten up!" But, in doing so, she smacked her hand over top of the small, barely A-cup of his third set of budding bosoms. A throb pulsed through his chest once tingling with a soft sting, "Ouch!" Brian blurted, flushing as Cheyenne gaped at him.

"Oh. My. Holy. Shit! You're growing more boobs! This is crazy! You're like a mutant!" She stared for a second before pouncing towards him. "Lemme see your sprouting tits! I wanna witness the magic!"

Brian stepped back, but he stumbled with a strange twist from deep in his legs, and Cheyenne's hands found the hem of his shirt. Yanking it up, her eyes feasted on the sight of his body and rounded almost to the size of one of his numerous orbs. "Woah, are they all tender?" She playfully tweaked one of his fresh nipples, making him grimace.

"Awww... Poor sore wittle boobie" she crooned, starting to rub and massage the small orb with gentle fingers. "I remember my own little boob aches, it's not fun." Despite the sympathy, Brian's face burned with shame. He felt like a child going through puberty again with his body a strange, changing alien while everyone else seemed to understand what he didn't.

Then, to make matters worse, his leg started to twitch and shiver with an odd, uncontrollable delight from the rubbing on his chest. "Oooh! Did I find your spot! Oh yes I did! Oh yes I diiiid!" She baby talked, crooning down to him with puckered lips and wide, playing eyes.

"She's talking to me like I'm some dog! And she doesn't even seem to realize!" Brian thought, a little twinge of humiliation starting to color even his ear tips a soft red. Even while she talked to him in such a demeaning way, he couldn't stop his leg from quivering happily at the pinpointed rubbing and his entire chest throbbed with the tender attention. "Everything is just out of my control!" He thought with a sudden burst of irritation and pushed the girl away before storming out the front door.

"I can't stand being mocked and played with! She's acting like she's not doing all this! Like she doesn't know how it makes me feel!" he swore to himself, pacing down the long stretch of empty hallway to the backdoor of the apartments where he pumped into the door frame, yelping with the sudden sensitivity in his previously indestructible chest. His fingers gingerly rubbed at his chest just in time for a sneering teen to step out from his own apartment. "Someone's frisky there, huh? Trying to sneak some action in the hallway? I dig, baby. I dig."

Brian, fighting to urge to gag, ducked his face down to his the blush full of shame from the boy and darted back to his own home and straight to his room. "God, that punk really thought I was a girl! Thought I was playing with myself!" His thoughts started to calm in the simplicity of his room, though no matter what he couldn't stop feeling the ache in his chest and the rest of the day slipped by slowly with every second punctuated by useless, hopeful kneading on the growing boobs.

As the day faded into night, Brian's hands switched not between three sore pairs of tits, but between five pairs with the bottom two that were merely nipples before now fully grown into bouncing, jiggling orbs. His entire chest jutted with the weight of the boobs. He wobbled on the way to the bathroom, finding it hard to bend over lest he squish the bottom pair. The nipples ached, rubbing into his shirt until he gave up and stripped it off, laying motionless on his back.

"How has my life come to this point?" Brian murmured up to the air, staring at the ceiling while he saw his multiple breasts jutting into the moonlit air of the bedroom. He glared at them, watching the clocks numbers fade from single digits on the left side of the colon to doubles then back again. Then, finally he felt his body relaxing despite the impossibility of laying anyway but on his back. His head slumped to the side, one arm cradled against the squishy mass of breasts down his chest as he slept.

In the late hours of the morning, while Brian finally claimed the sleep his body craved, his changes continued. His nipples thickened into a plump, pink teat atop each breast. The orbs grew heavier, filling with the preparation for milk. Then, his bones continued to shift and work into their new shapes. His spine stretched and wiggled its way down, lengthening while Brian dreamed of running with his legs gently kicking at the blankets. The nub at the base of his back, that had caused some of his back ache, began to push harder against his skin.

The bones in his legs began to shift up with the spine. In the silence of the room, they started to crack like knuckles, popping while the individual pieces of the leg and spinal cord shifted until the straight shape of the human leg had bent into the knocked form of the canine, curling him partway onto his side. The bones continued to crackle and shift until the morning sun has stretched high in the sky, nubs larger on his head and at the base of his spine where a tail impatiently waited. Then, Brian started to wake. His arms stretched out in front of him instead of up, wriggling the joints slightly with a grunt of discomfort. His head wobbled in the cushion of the pillow.

Without a second delay, once he'd lightly stretched his stiff body, Brian swung his legs swiftly off the bed and hopped up into the air onto for his legs to buckle into their new form, pitching him upside down onto the rug. "What the fuck-"

From across the apartment, where the thud of his fall had faintly echoed through the walls, Brian heard Cheyenne's own sleepy voice asking her empty room, "What was that?"

Brian blinked, head spinning. "What just happened? Wait? How can I even hear her?" He looked down at his legs which he found almost broken looking to him splayed out against the floor with their new bend. Then, his head suddenly exploded with an assortment of sounds.

"I told you to make me coffee when you left for work?! How hard is it to start the fucking coffee machine for your wife of 28 years!?" The voice of the shrill, elderly couple who lived above them still rising at five in the morning each day to trot off to work their separate directions broke into Brian's mind with a stark clarity, putting into their kitchen argument accompanied with the slamming of a coffee mug down onto a hard counter.

Then, a sudden wet slucking sound filling his head, a lewd wet noise caused only by a lonely hand filled with lotion rapidly pumping, "Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah! Jessica! Suck that cock baby!" For a moment, Brian just grimaced, but then he could place the voice from the youth in the hall yesterday. Then, he heard snoring in an assortment of pitches and tones, then giggling, and yawning. All the voices of the apartment started to echo through his mind, layering over top of each other like the very stacked houses in the complex, one on top of each other over and over until all he heard was a roar.

"What is going on!?" He shouted, twisting to put his feet beneath him and try to stand, but the new quadruped form just buckled beneath him. He rocked onto his hands, fixing his feet under him in a dog-like stance. Then, suddenly, the bedroom door burst in. "What was that thud?" Cheyenne demanded, appearing around the edge of the opened door to see Brian where he shuffled on his hands and feet, claws digging lightly into the carpet for grip, and his head tilted down to avoid the brute of her amplified voice.

"What is wrong with you?" She cried, but it hit her. "He's transforming..." She realized, swallowing a lump of guilt for a second. She didn't realize why it was happening, but something in the magic had caused it and that led back to her. Her expression softened. "You want some breakfast? Come on." She patted her thigh, leading him towards the kitchen with the simple command. There, she started to fill a bowl with cereal then put it on the floor!

"What are you doing!?" Brian snapped, looking to the bowl and then to his roommate who towered above him in the four-legged crawl he made it to the kitchen with.

"You obviously can't stand up right, so just eat on the floor!" She explained, shrugging a little. Yet, the collar itself glowed. Little, dancing flickers hopped between the space within the lettering, magic poured into his body and leapt out towards the girl. In order for Brian to fully become a dog, she had to start treating him like one and the magic ensured that would happen. After a beat, when Brian still looked at the bowl with disdain, she stomped her foot. "Brian, eat!"

His head ducked down, lips parting over the bowl of milkless, crunchy cereal. "I can't believe this! She wants me to eat off the floor! Like a dog! I'm not a dog!" Yet, his human voice didn't agree with the entirety of his mind that had him hunching over the bowl, starting to chomp and chew on the dry bits. As he ate, his spine started to work its way out further. It pushed through the skin completely and began to flourish into an appendage behind him. At first, it remained a tuft of fur, but then expanded into a thicker shape that expanded, growing up to its curved shape behind his butt.

"He's becoming a husky!" Cheyenne realized, just as Hunter rounded the corner into the room. "Ah! Brian! It was Hunter! The shopkeeper did say other people can control it! Hunter must have wanted another dog around! He was lonely!" For a moment, she hesitated again with a look down to her changed roommate.

First, he become a girl with his flat, board of a chest suddenly bouncing with breasts that stretched against the boy-ish t-shirts he'd insisted on getting instead of something meant for such a chest. His body had shifted, hips widening and waist thinning into a dainty, frail girl. Second, he'd lost even that body! His legs were now bent out of their bipedal stance into the angle of a quadruple. His ass twitched and waggled with a tail that tucked down to his thighs, a visible sign of his discomfort on the floor. Instead of one pair of breasts to adjust to, he now had five of them! They filled his chest with jiggling mass, grazing the floor when he crawled on his alien feet to the kitchen. Atop his head, she could see the peeking tips of ears working out from beneath his hair.

"I feel bad!" She announced, lips drawing a line of an uncertain pout. "I meant to punish you a little, make you a girl who wouldn't be able to game so much or at least to have you realize I wanted to spend more time with you! I didn't mean for you to lose even that body! I didn't mean for your to start transforming into a bitch! Hunter must have wanted a bitch around! He must have loved mating you?" She faltered, looking down to consider her own thoughts while Brian's mind rejected her sympathy, instead, all he felt was embarrassment. In trying to apologize, she'd reminded him of every humiliating landmark of his week so far. The image of his man to female transformation flashed before his eyes, then the memory of the wetness, the girth of the male's cock inside him filled his brain. A momentary heat washed over his body, a cloud thickening in his mind with the thought of breeding, mating, satisfaction-

"Cheyenne, I'm still me! I'm not a dog!" Brian tried to explain, but his voice caught in his throat and a bark escaped. "What the hell?" His human voice wouldn't come from his head through his lips, whatever he tried to say only come out as a whine, growing into shrill barking while his panicking increased.

"What is happening?! Cheyenne! No! Listen to me! It's Brian! I'm still in here!" As he barked, Cheyenne only gave him a sad expression, "Don't worry, Aurora, I'll take care of you after all this finishes..." She stepped forward, running a hand through his still long, human hair in a reassuringly pet, but Brian headbutted the hand away, a growl escaping.

"Aurora! What the hell!? I'm Brian! Brian!"

"It wouldn't make sense to keep calling you Brian, gender-wise, and I've always thought it'd be a cute name for a dog." She shrugged, dismissing the thought and suddenly lifting the half empty cereal bowl away. "Let me get you some food meant for you, huh?"

Brian sat, perplexed and shivering with anger at the entire situation, and Cheyenne dumped out his cereal only to bend over the bin of dog food instead. "This has lots of wheat and meat! All the rhyming nutrients you need!" She chirped, starting to hum while she refilled Hunter's bowl as well, splashing some water down into the deep water dish, and acting as if he wasn't even there behind her anymore. He became just a part of the scenery, something to be checked up on occasionally, a dog.

"There you go!" She flourished down towards the kibble-filled bowl before heading back down the hall to her bedroom, leaving Brian sitting in the kitchen while his ears continued to grow atop his head.

"I'm not going to eat kibble! She's just messing with me, soon she's going to come back here and give me back some real food and stop calling me fuckin' Aurora! She acts like this is permanent! Hah! Like I'm going to be a dog forever! Like I'm going to crawl out here every morning and eat some kibble! Like this is going to be permanent!" His mind silenced for a second with the entire possibility of such a life lurking in his imagination. "I can't eat kibble..." He thought, but the kibble represented so much more. To eat the kibble would mark him as a dog, would be a sort of acceptance that this change would last. He couldn't, he wouldn't eat that symbol.

But his stomach gave an anxious, hungry growl. Stepping and shuffling forward, his nose tucked down and, with a dropping sensation in his gut, Brian ate the kibble.

******

"Puppies! I bet you both need to go out!" Cheyenne's voice echoed through the apartment's quiet afternoon air as she strode down the hall in quick steps. Brian, who laid stretched on the couch on his side, didn't even twitch at the sound of her voice. Standing over him, she stamped her foot. "Aurora! What are you doing! Down!" She commanded, and he found his napping body lunging off the couch to obey.

"Why is she doing this? She acts like I'm a dog!" Brian worried to himself, though really he wanted to keep his mind focused on his anger instead of letting her comments humiliate him even further. Yet, he couldn't stop from flinching at the sound of his new 'name' Aurora. With his hands scraping against the carpet, his skin flushed a bright red. His tail tucked up between his thighs. "I can't believe I'm doing this." However, he couldn't ignore the slap of her hand to her thigh that called him to follow her. Especially now, with his hearing heightened, the slap sounded like an explosion in his mind each time she tapped her leg.

"Lookit youuuu! Look at those little bitty ears!" Cheyenne crooned, starting to flick at his new ears that had sprouted during his nap. While his human ear of pink flesh hidden under his hair disappeared, new triangles had pushed up from his heat into tall points. With every step, scrape, or scuttle against the floor beneath them or the one above his ears would turn and twitch to catch the noise, flooding his head with background noise along with her baby-talking croon of a voice.

Cheyenne leaned down to him, rubbing his soft ears between her fingers with a giggly whine. "Oooh so sooooffttttt." She leaned in, her body squatting over him while she toyed with his ears.

"God! Stop it! This is humiliation!" Brian cried, but his voice only came out as a whine. Hearing his thoughts, lost in the translation of his canine form, Brian suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry. The entire day grated on him. Transforming was one thing, but now he couldn't even communicate. "I don't look like myself, I don't feel like myself, and I can't even tell anyone!"

With a click, the leash locked onto his collar and the girl tugged lightly. "Come on, let's go potty!" She ushered Brian and Hunter out into the hall. Brian felt his breasts graze the ground through the thin veil of his shirt, which he still wore, but it offered no comfort. His hands and feet, not yet changed into full paws, weren't meant for walking on and the carpet chafed against the skin, reminding him of the midway he straddled between human and animal.

"She's taking me out on my hands and knees practically! On a leash! I look like some sort of freak! I can't believe this! How does someone come back from this!? Wait, did she say potty?" Brian froze in the hallway. "I'm not going to the bathroom outside!?!"

"Aurora! Come!"

"My name isn't Aurora! Please! Cheyenne!" But, his voice only came out as a harsh bark that got him a smack over his tail end before she shoved him outside. Hunter leapt forward, nose to the ground to pick out a patch of the dry grass, and oddly, Brian found himself drawn to follow with his nose suddenly filling with bright, vibrant scents. He could smell the collection of markings over the yard, some older than others. Most overpoweringly, though, he could smell Hunter. The rich scent of musk caught on the faint breeze and danced around Brian's nose in a teasing haze. Where the male went, his body gravitated after, creating a game of chase through the hard with the grass musing beneath his hands and smearing green onto his skin.

With paws meant for quick action and soft pads to protect him from the hard earth beneath, Hunter charged easily in front of Brian everytime, making the human hurry after him with his strange body flailing.

"Aww! Cute! Little playmates! Run, Aurora! Run! You can get him!" Cheyenne urged them on, clapping her hands and giggling. Brian noticed her, with one part of his mind, but he couldn't seem to hold the thought he wanted to keep about her. He couldn't place the reason his cheeks felt hot or the discomfort in his stomach while he ran, nothing but the game seemed to stay in his mind for long.

Little did he know, Brian's mind was starting to pick up the instincts of his coming canine form. The instinct to chase, to play, and to follow the lead of an alpha male descended onto his mind like a cloud over other thoughts until a new urge took place- the need to pee.

"I can't pee outside!" Brian thought, but his bladder ached and he found himself squatting over the grass. Yet, he couldn't work the button of his jeans with claws and Cheyenne moved to him. "Silly dog! You don't need those anymore, do you!?" Her fingers hooked into the hem of his shirt and dragged it upwards. He tried to squirm away, but she held him fast with snapped commands and a grip on his leash beneath her foot. On by one, his breasts came into view. The nipples hardened in the cool air, and she began to tug at his pants.

He felt the fabric slip down his legs, and then the breeze hit the hot, inflamed flesh of his pussy. With a shiver of shame, he lowered over the grass, and sheepishly avoiding his roommate's eyes, peed.

******

As night fell, Brian curled into a ball on top of his bed with darkness shrouded around him. With his new hearing, his entire mind echoed with a clashing clamor of sounds. Loudest, he heard the gurgling work of his stomach working over his second dish of kibble from dinner time. It churned and broke down through the new compacted way of getting nutrients while they dry, chalky flavor hung in his mouth, making it feel dry. Even with dry mouth though, the struggle to drink from the flat bowl on the ground hadn't been easy.

Without an oversized tongue to lap the water, Brian had tried to suck the water between pursed lips, dipping his nose and chin into the liquid while he drank. After witnessing Hunter take a turn, slurping his tongue against the water, the morphing man had given up on water completely. "That's disgusting. I'm not sharing a water source with a slobbering dog!" One side of his brain argued, choosing instead to remain parched. However, the other spoke up with a new, more painful, realistic inner monologue. "What's the issue? You've already been stuffed to the brim with his cum! What's a little spit going to do? Hah!"

His tongue stretched, finding that since he'd laid down, it'd started to flatten and stretch to the broad, pink expanse of a canine's. Every few minutes he'd check again, watching as it'd unfurl to a new length in the dim light of the moon streaming into the bedroom. Along with his tongue, his entire face stretched out. Where his mouth was flat, flush to his face it started to build out into a muzzle. Teeth plumped into stronger, sturdier models. canines grew to sharper points that prickled the top of his mouth before his jaw settled into its shifted position. Both eyes shifted back. Little whiskers flecked off his his muzzle, added on as if he was a painting being filled in brushstroke by brushstroke.

Next, the brush started to fill in his skin with the same white fur that coated his arms. He watched it with both eyes turned inward cross-eyed while patch after patch filled into his face. He could feel the faint cool air wafting in through the open window, grazing against bare skin and then seeming to warm once a layer of fur had grown out.

"There's nothing I can do... I just have to lay here and watch myself lose the last shreds of my humanity..." Brian thought with a sinking sensation. While the moon bobbed in the night sky, illuminating the space between twinkling stars, Brian lay in the cloudy darkness and listened to the faint cracking of his elbows turning and his fingers popping while they shortened. He heard the neighbors upstairs fighting, then making up loudly against the covers of a squeaking bed. He heard Cheyenne snoring to the soundtrack of Grease she'd passed out during. He heard the people below them typing on a computer and muttering about an "asshole, overworked, needs-to-get-laid boss." He heard everything, every voice and noise around them filled his head, but he didn't know how to filter them out yet. As a human, he heard so little it didn't need to be veiled from him, but now his senses seemed exploded.

Through the open window, he got a trickling and swelling aroma of the world. From the bakery down the street to the dump blocks away, he tasted the outside world through the thickening, fattening lump of coal that took place of his nose at the end of a tapering muzzle.

"I'm becoming a dog, but not even a good dog! I can't ignore anything! It's so loud! So smelly! My brain feels like its going to explode!" He hands went to rub to his temples, but found his new legs didn't bend up to his face any longer. Instead, they scraped on the sheets while paw pads grew beneath his newly shaped hands.

"How can Hunter do this? How can anyone put up with this!?" With so much stimulation, Brian couldn't break into the realm of sleep. No matter how he lay or what time flickered out from the clock, he couldn't get his mind to detached or relax from the pulsating world around him. Finally, when the sun started to flirt with the moon at the edge of darkness and playfully tempting him to leave his post with her colorful rays, his eyelids finally sunk shut completely and sleep took hold.

Though fitfully, he slept long enough to wander out of the waking realm and into something new, where his terrified, frayed imagination tangled him into a nightmare.

Brian saw himself, fully transformed into an oversized, fluffy husky with the same, magical collar sealed around his neck though it now jingled with tags. A pink ribbon dangled out of the c-ring, tied on to differentiate him from the other husky beside him, Hunter. His entire body lost its human twinges, fur coated every inch and not a shred of clothing covered him. Instead of hands tucked beneath his resting chin, he had small paws with claws curling out from the tips. His thumb, the tool for all human's unique abilities, was lost to a small nub of a claw on the side of his paw. Not just practically useless, it acted as a constant reminder of what he'd lost in the transformation. Instead of clothes, his body stayed bare. His tail laid conservatively over the puckered hole of his ass and his pussy beneath, but he knew they were easily exposed. He felt the faintest sensation of the air against them.

Underneath, poking out from his slight tilt in how he laid against the edge of the couch, his stomach showed. Beneath a thick layer of lush, white fur pink nipples poked out down the length of his stomach, all tweaked to a thick, perky position from the puppies swarmed around him.

Small, eager paws pushed into the tender flesh of his stomach, climbing up onto him. Small, sharp teeth tugged at the edges of his tender ears, pulling the tips. The puppies were impatient. The puppies were needy. Hungry. Demanding. He could feel their impatience in their squashing feet, their nipping teeth. He felt the urgency in their crawling, knew what they wanted. So, he rolled enough to leave his belly opened and they descended onto the expanse.

Then, feet squished onto the tender ponch of his gut. Sharp teeth sought into the fur for those sore, puffy nipples and lips clamped on. Mercilessly they suckled and tugged on the teats for milk, constantly feeding.

Then, a familiar voice broke out from the hallway. Cheyenne strode in, grinning at the sight of the puppies before she gestured down to them and looked back into the shadow of the hallway. "Here they are, girls! Aren't they cute!"

Brian looked up, saw his roommate ushering in his ex-fling otherwise known as the girl from the mall, their mother's friend and his oldest babysitter, his old coach, the lewd boy from down the hall, another old girlfriend and the only one to break his heart early on in college, and a trio of Cheyenne's own friends who always populated the apartment. The entire group, company mixed together oohed and awwed over the puppies, fawned over the sight of the loving, caring mother.

"She's such a good mommy!" One girl crooned out the reminder that Brian wasn't even Biran now, he'd lost that gender. He wasn't a husband or a man at all, he was a mommy, a female.

"It's like she was made for this job!" The next compliment stung hard coupled with the first, to suggest he hadn't just been thrust into the position of being a mother, but he'd been destined! As if his entire male life had been a lie! His entire time spent as a human male wasn't his true place! His body stiffened. Fur bristled on his neck. "That can't be true, can it?" He felt a rush of uncertainty, of self-doubt. "Has my entire life been a lie? Was this my end goal? My place?"

"Dang! That's a lot of puppies, must have been a fertile mate!" Exploded the lingering-in-puberty punk with a sneer of delight and a elbow-nudge to the bulking coach beside him.

Cheyenne giggled, "Hunter is a great lover for that Aurora! She wants it all the time! He's humping her every day when I come home from work! I think I'll have to have her fixed up soon so we don't end up with too many puppies!"

"How do girl dogs get fixed? It's not as easy as just snip-snip is it?"

"Is it more like... tangle-tangle?" They laughed, the sound bolstering Brian's embarrassment, to hear their amusement around something that struck a bolt of fear into him. To be fixed? They'd rob him of his very purpose? Bearing life? But wait, that wasn't his purpose! This is the wrong place! He pictured some vet, manhandling his private with a rush of shame. Their laughter echoed in his ear, just adding to the image of someone poking around, prodding into his crotch: "Oh my! Must have had a big boy in here!" She'd joke, wiggling fingers inside him. His chest burned with shame. His throat tightened with a tension of discomfort. His nipples ached from the tugging puppies, working him over like he was merely the supplier of their food; even to the kind he'd been adopted into, he was just a tool.

"Either way, I'm sure Aurora will be happy like this for the rest of her life, with a nice mate and a bundle of puppies to care for!"

The words echoed. They sounded through his mind like the blast of a cannon or the haunting notes of Taps over a funeral. "The rest of my life? I can't be like this for the rest of my life? Can I? Is this what I have?" The people fell into random chatter, and Brian suddenly just heard the suckling noise of the puppies, drowning out his own thoughts until he felt suffocated, trapped inside the mass of squirming, feeding babies.

Brian woke with a jolt, jerking with the force of the dream. His body writhed and stretched, moving new legs and arms until he remembered their strange form once again. His eyes slowly slid open, letting him see the plain, pine green walls of the bedroom against the tan edge of the wooden window sill, outside he could see the glow of the sun's yellow light, but then everything seemed to glitch. The wall faded into a gray tone that deepened in comparison to the window sills same shade. He blinked. The colors returned with a little foggyness, but then again they faded out into black and white.

"Fuck." He thought, the word dropping into the shocked silence of his mind. After everything else, he'd finally lost his vision. Then, closing his eyes to escape reality for a beat longer, his sleepy mind faded back to the edge of the dream where he stood close enough to look into it again. He noticed the scent of himself on the air, a sweaty earthy scent of sex from the wetness dripping out against the short furs of his thighs from puffy pussy lips and a warm sensation of contentedness filled him at the memory of the dream. "Mmm... a life of lounging with puppies..." He mumbled, but then froze. "What the hell am I thinking!?"

He shuddered and a disgusted expression pulled up the sides of his muzzle to show pointed, canine teeth. "I can't even imagine a life like that." He spat inwardly at it but the truth, even if he wouldn't admit it, lingered. He had imagined that life, and he was close to accepting it.

******

"Breakfast time!" Brian felt both his ears jump atop his head to perk up at the sound of the girl's voice. Down the hall, he heard Hunter's feet scrape on the floor in a mad dash to the kitchen and instinct took the female racing in the matching direction. Without thinking, his legs moved fluidly for the first time, no sudden jerks or wobbles knocking his legs together. Instead, he arrived in the kitchen swiftly with a little swish in the curled puff of his tail.

"My oh my! Someone's all changed and happy to be a doggie!" Cheyenne commented with a broad smile, feeling her guilt fade at the sight of Brian seemingly so well adjusted now that his body had completed its list of transformations.

"What?" Brian stopped his tail from wagging. He stiffened and his body seemed to disengage. The legs that had before been fluid and natural now knocked together as he backed up a step and he tripped up on himself with the motion. Even his tail drooped and fell limp back against his thighs like a flower whose stem's been broken. "I am not happy to be a doggy! I am not changed!"

""Awww! What's wrong, girlie!?" Cheyenne crooned, stepping closer and starting to rub over Brian's head with her long fingernails, digging into the thick fur. At first, his entire body relaxed. Her nails worked into the fur and gently tugged out any tangles high up on his head he couldn't reach. His muscles relaxed, everything calmed. But, then he stiffened.

"Girlie!? Really? She's mocking me!" Brian nearly growled, but the girl had stepped away.

"Don't worry, grumpy bear! I've got something that will cheer you up in no time!" She squatted to the sink's low cabinet and fished out a thick metal can. "Lookit! Chunky chicken and beef stew!"

Brian's nose wrinkled. With every twist of the can opener, the goop's scent leaked into the air. "God, that smells nasty! It smells like old gravy left out too long! I can't eat that! I would never eat something that smells so- good!" His ear twitched as the can emptied into a bowl with a wet plop, and to his horror, he found himself eagerly stumbling forward for it.

"Yes! Good puppies love a special treat every once in awhile!" Cheyenne crooned, sliding one bowl over to Hunter and another to Aurora, but Brian just stared down at the bowl. "I'm not eating that," he declared to himself, but the bowl stared back with a tempting "Do Not Touch"-esque sensation. Some part of him wanted the strange shreds of tan meat swimming in a creamy brown liquid.

"Oh come on! It's a doggie delicacy! Be a good pup and try it! I promise you'll love it!" Cheyenne urged looking down at him with the googly-eyed stare she gave babies in strollers. Brian glowered, but his nose twitched with a sniff at the stuff's scent. Then, he bent to the bowl and tried to slimy substance. His stomach gurgled either with anticipation or concern at what came down his gullet, but once the meaty meal hit his tongue he couldn't stop eating it.

"Oh that's a good girl! You're such a good girl, Aurora! You listen so much better now as a doggie!" She giggled, lightly slapping her leg as if she was the only one to appreciate her joke.

"She thinks I"m really gone," Brian realized and his stomach now twisted. It flipped. "She thinks I'm all dog in here."

"You know, maybe I should have you checked at the vet now that you've changed, Aurora." She bent in front of him, stuffing her breasts into his face while her hands worked down his back. "I wouldn't want anything at all to happen to me second big fluffy baby! No I wouldn't, oh no!" She crooned into his ear, covering him in condescending, babying words that rung in his ear as mere background to the entire situation. She thought of him as a dog. He'd lost his status as male, and now as human too.

Then, her words sunk in again as his mind slowly worked to swallow all the pieces she threw at him while at the same time her body added distraction. "The vet!? What does that even- Mmmm, I can smell your shampoo, it's so sweet- What would they do to me at the vet!? I can't go to the vet- Ooooh, right there, right there..." Brian's mind blanked as Cheyenne's fingers worked into a sore joint on his back, sending his leg into a little, joyful spasm.

"I'll call the vet today, we can go in and get you all checked out and registered and get your shots!" She covered her mouth with a hand coyly, "You didn't hear that last part!" Then, with a final giggle, she strolled off to call the vet.

"Shots? What kind of shots? If I get shots as a dog, what will that do when I change? Will I change? She thinks I'm a lost cause, a dog..." Brian's world seemed to spine. One part of his mind couldn't take it all in- the lifestyle, his body, the looming danger of the vet- yet some part of him felt calm, settled with what lay down the road.

Within the hour, what lay down the road literally was a short, squat building of white stucco with two doors in front, one painted with a smiling feline and the other with a leaping canine. "Joe's Family Veterinary Clinic," the sign shared in a blocky, handpainted style.

"Joe herself said she would be around to take a look at you! Just a regular checkup, vaccinations, and then registration so that if you run away, I can bring you home again!" Cheyenne explained to Brian who sat in the back seat, his leash dangling in front of him. He barely heard her over the background music to his own mental flashbacks, trying to recall what happened at Hunter's exams, what were they going to do to him.

He found out soon enough once Joe greeted them with a flourish of her white lab coat over a sweater and fast steps down the hall. "Aurora! I'm Joe, but some of the dogs call me Professor Cold Hands!" She giggled once, patting the top of a metal examination table. "Up, Aurora!"

"There's no way I'm just going to-" His body lifted up without his consent. Cheyenne had bent over and encircled his waist with her fingers, the nails prickling through the fur while she lifted with her legs. Fingertips slipped through the soft fluff of his underbelly, tweaking over his nipples on the way until she could heave him up onto the table. Brian tried to complain with the touch on his sensitive, pink nubs but only pitiful whining escaped until she plopped him up onto the table and he complained loudly. "Hey!" At his bark, a hand swatted his muzzle.

"If she's a problem, I can grab a muzzle." Joe explained calmly, pointing to where one hung on the wall. Brian's eyes both widened, staring at the thing like it was a torture device, just another way of robbing him of free will. Then, Joe began to walk around the table with her eyes scanning over his body. "White husky, female...looks like she might be in heat or just very fertile. She's young, so that might be why she appears so excited." The vet chuckled a little, looking up to Cheyenne. "Either way, you have a very gorgeous lady here. She'll make the men swoon."

"I actually have a male husky at home, he's been watching her already!" Cheyenne giggled, picturing a doggy romance. "Wouldn't it be cute to have a little purebred couple? Take them on doggy dates in the park!"

"They can get wild off leash!" The vet smiled, but Brian's fur bristled on the back of his neck. Everything they said just reminded him again that he was an animal, kicking his ego while it lay dying on the ground.

"I'll start with the teeth! For sure you want to ensure healthy teeth, which means clean and free of infection!" Gloved hands snatched up his muzzle, pushing up the flappy skin of his lips on either side of his muzzle to expose his teeth. The air dried out his mouth, adding discomfort to his humiliation. Section by section, her finger poked into his gums and peered into his mouth. "Looks like these are all pearly white, clean as a dish out of the wash!" Yet, she didn't relinquish his mouth, instead a hand fished into his jaws for his tongue.

"Bleh! What are you doing!" He whined, nose wrinkling with the strange sensation of his tongue being tugged out of his mouth. The taste of latex smeared over his taste

buds as she grappled with the slippery appendage and peered down at it before letting his slurp it back into his jaws and try to re-wet his mouth. "Gah. I thought I didn't like the dentist! The vet's sure wouldn't get any good online reviews." He grumbled, though he knew it was only an act. He pushed his negativity wherever he could to avoid admitting the her manhandling him, inspecting him like a piece of fruit at the market burned. It stung deeply.

"Now! For the naughty lady dog, I have a special treat!" The vet crooned, smirking with amusement Brian didn't understand until he saw the long, slender tube of a thermometer. "No. She's not going to use that where I think she's going to use that..."

"Excuse my french, but, I've found most girl's don't mind anal as much as the boys mind it!" Joe joked, making Cheyenne giggle herself while she stepped back to lift up his tail. Cool air washed against the hot folds of his sex and the tight, clenched pucker of his tailhole. While the girls giggled and chattered back and forth like old pals, the vet worked a gooey lubricant up to Brian's hole. It coated copiously over his puckered star and tangled into the furs of his thigh, clinging onto his short hairs and oozing down onto his sex. "I feel disgusting..." He grumbled, feeling a burning flush on his neck up through his cheeks beneath the layer of fur. "They're just talking like nothing is happening to me!"

"Oh! You went to the university here? So did I! Did you have that grumpy professor, Colland?" The tip of the thermometer slid against him, giving a little wiggle to settle against his hole before the vet started to ease it in with a quick, get-the-job-done pace. He stiffened and tightened, but she just pushed through his uncooperative hole till it sat inside him and began to beep with the calculation of his internal temperature.

"Perfect! That looks good!" Then it just yanked back out, leaving his hle dribbling with the smeared mess of lube, a public mark of the insertion. Next, her hands began to weave through his fur. She worked along his belly, tweaking the nipples and checking how he twitched and whined for responsiveness and sensitivity. She groped along his back, checked his ears, peeked down at his sex all of which just added to Brian's deep embarrassment, but then she paused. "Now, I have three injections and an anti-worm pill."

"No, no- Not shots!" Brian's sudden burst exploded out in a bark.

"Muzzle time! Last thing I want his him freaking out during a shot!" Joe explained, grabbing the cage-like piece. Carefully, she fit it over the husky's wriggling face until Brian found his muzzle trapped in the device.

His skin seemed to burn beneath the fur. His embarrassment ached in his stomach. He thrashed his head side to side, but with his teeth out of the way and thus the danger he might possess, they ignored him again.

Gloved hands squeezed and tugged on the fleshy parts of his thighs, finding the girthiest portion for his injections. The needles pricked at the skin, but Brian's true pain wasn't physical. In the wall in front of him hung a single mirror in which the husky could see himself as a her. The vet hunched over him. His muzzle sat trapped in the oversized muzzle. On his thighs, he could spot the glistening of the lubricant leaking down his body. "I look... ridiculous..." He thought, yet he barely knew if that was how to address himself. "I'm not even me." He found his own eyes in the mirror, the only part that looked the same on all his body. He stared there and found not the brightness of human intelligence, the spark of mischief that seemed to brighten a human face. Instead, he saw the glossy darkness of a dog's eyes. It wasn't himself. It was Aurora.

"Now! Looking more closely," The vet segwayed, having administered her drugs. "You're dog is most certainly in heat. See how her ears are twitching and jumpy? That's because she's distracted and overly alert. Then, if you look here at her hind quarters, they are elevated slightly and her tail will swish to the side often- she's exposing herself to possibly mates. If you want, I can spay her now, or if you want those husky puppies, you won't have to wait long at all!"

"I think I want to let puppies stay possible!" Cheyenne gushed, patting Brian's back with excited little claps.

"Well, based on this bitch's willingness and level of arousal, I'd say she's receptive and ready for puppies any time."

On that note, they left the vet's with her words ringing in Brian's ears. Like on the way to the vet, he felt anxiety mounting with every mile they drove, but now for getting home where he knew Hunter would be waiting...

It took only until nightfall before Hunter began snuffling up to Aurora as if he'd wanted the romantic glow of the moonlight pouring out into the living room to bathe the rug where the female lay. His nose poked up her thigh, drawing a line to her muzzle where he lightly licked her in greeting.

"Not again!" Brian thought, fidgeting away, yet his thighs had puffed up and his tail swished to the side, twitching and moving to exposing the puffy folds of his needy sex. Even if his inner voice said no, his body pleaded yes. Hunter worked back down to the source of the female's intoxicating scent, starting to nose at her wetness. His tongue lashed out, sending a bolt up Brian's spine. He felt so hot, so tense the tongue felt like a lightning bolt striking.

Again, the broad side of his tongue lashed up over her sex, cleaning the oozing liquid of her excitement. Her bum shuffled, wriggling at him with growing excitement. Brian found his mind in a spin of emotions,. "Finally!!" One part thought, yet the other cowered in terror at the repeating experience.

Peeking back, he could see the red length of Hunter's cock sliding out from his sheath with the point of the tapered tip leading the way, already drooling with globs of precum. He leapt up, claws shuffled through thick fur, but the fluff of Aurora's coat protected her. His weight settled forward, hips jumping closer and closer until the tip smeared against Aurora's wet sex.

"Nnngh..." Brian whimpered as he felt the tip poking and writhing to find the right place before, suddenly aligned, he plunged forward. A sudden yip exploded from the female's mouth while the thick girth stretched him again. Then, Brian felt his entire body calm. His heat, the need that'd been plaguing him had started to fade already. Pounding, rutting thrusts worked into the dog's cunt, filling the room with the wet slapping of their hurried mating. Brian felt his human mind quiet during the thick of their mating, when Hunter's breath washed over his neck every second when the expanding knot would kiss up to her lower lips and then jolt back away with another backwards stroke. He felt a sheepish rush of shame, yet pleasure flooded his body. Then, Hunter leaned up. His teeth dug through the female's scruff before biting down on a chunk of his neck. His hips jerked forward. With a hard thrust, the knot popped into Aurora's sex with a wet noise that echoed back in the living room.

Hot, gooey sprays of cum exploded into the girl's sex, streaming and leaking into her womb until she felt it sloshing inside her,held plugged with the knot. Hunter shuffled over top, comfortably resting inside before he started to lick over the mark of his mating bite. Brian's inner voice, the remnant of his human self stayed silent while a sense of comfort washed over. He felt the tenderness in Hunter's brief minutes tending his neck before the dog leapt back and popped the knot out, letting the smallest trickle of cum escape and the torrent of humiliation come rushing back.

Following that fateful night, Aurora's body went through yet another transformation though not a magical one. This time, it grew and swelled with the growth of puppies inside. Her stomach puffed up into a swaying sack beneath her that for month plagued her with slow, wobbling steps and long, sleepless nights, but Cheyenne spoiled the mother husky with canned dog food that made such a satisfying squelch when they escaped the can and fell into the dish. Aurora spent many mornings, eating on the living room rug before Hunter would come lick the gravy from her muzzle and lay beside her, watching her stomach protectively.

At the same time, her mind began to mirror its state during their mating. Her human voice stopped commentating, instinct began to guide her actions, and things that Brian lusted after began to fade. Kibble settled into the norm, peeing outside wasn't bothersome (most of the time), and walks were exhilarating. Occasionally, Brian would surface and seem to take over Aurora like he'd stepped into her body to wear it as a coat, but it never was the right fit and he'd soon fade again to let the canine resume the role once more.

When the transformation finally finished, six more huskies tumbled into the world in a blur of events, much like in Brian's dream so long ago they were a hectic bunch. Their paws brought chaos and sharp claws. They're lips were always suckling and hungry, yet the ache in her nipples grew to be customary. Aurora found herself sleeping oblivious to their nipping while they ate and then waking as they drifted off so she could watch their peaceful faces and chuff with amusement when they're legs wiggled in a dream.

"This isn't so bad..." Aurora thought one day, faintly recalling her time as a human when she'd had her own room instead of her own rug, but then she settled down beside the puppies and watched Hunter circle in to lay close beside them. "I have puppies to take care of and a mate who loves me..." A sense of calm settled over her, a combination of instinct and acceptance leading to the feeling of peace in her life and in the living room itself which was utterly silent until a sudden knock came on the door.

Cheyenne hurried down the hall with a call of, "Coming! Coming!" Opening the door, she ushered in a the familiar punk from downstairs whose face had more pimples and whose legs had several more inches. "I've only got like 5o bucks." He muttered, sounding disappointed at the figure, but Cheyenne just shrugged and headed to the tv station to tug out a cardboard box from beside it.

"What's that?" Aurora thought, peering up into the box to see the familiar logo of the playstation peeking out along with the spines of games packed in around it ranging from Skyrim to Call of Duty and in between. The cord to controllers and the system bloomed out of the top like excess packaging. "5o is fine, I just want to get rid of it." She mumbled, then handed over the box filled with gaming supplies collected from puberty on up. Aurora just stared, dumbstruck at the juxtaposition of such a peaceful moment and another that seemed to be a living nightmare, dog or not, until finally she found the words to describe what she felt:

"Now, no matter what, that still stings..."