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Peter was covered in sweat by the time he spotted the old warehouse in the distance.  He would need a vacation after the rollercoaster of a day he’d been through; how on earth was one man supposed to deal with this much bullshit?  His heart sank as the clock hit 5:00PM, knowing that he was more or less screwed at this point.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”  He muttered under his breath as panic set in.  There was no way in hell this would end well.

The warehouse was in a rundown, dilapidated part of town, and to get there required taking multiple backroads.  Most buildings were abandoned and there were almost no people out other than the occasional shady character.

By the time he approached his usual parking spot near the warehouse’s back entrance, the clock read 5:02PM and, much to his dismay, he noticed the familiar unmarked, dark police cruiser.  “Dammit all…”  

Peter stopped and took a slow, deep breath. ‘It will be okay-- it will be over before I know it,’ he told himself, attempting to psych himself up enough to get out.  Maybe he was overthinking things and Kelly hadn’t even noticed the time.

The police car’s door swung open as a tall, muscular man with tanned skin, a short brown crewcut, and deep blue eyes stepped out. He wasn’t in full uniform, but his belt was fully equipped with the usual police gear.  “Don’t be shy, now,” he called out, crossing his arms as he stared hard at his extortee’s rundown car.

Peter winced and unfastened his seatbelt, adrenaline surging through him as he stepped out of the car and closed the door.  After a split second of hesitation, he placed one unsteady foot in front of the other and made the trek over to Kelly, tightly clenching his cold, clammy hands.

“In here,” Kelly stated matter-of-factly as he opened the warehouse’s back entrance and stepped in while gesturing for Peter to follow.

Peter sighed and nodded, following behind and stepping into the dingy building right ahead of Kelly, who closed the door behind them.  Enough natural light shone through the tattered roof for them to have a clear view.

“Show me,” he said flatly, holding out his hand.

“Yeah-- okay,” Peter replied, approaching Kelly as he produced the envelope and handed it over.

Kelly opened it and counted the money right in front of Peter before smirking and putting it back in place.  After slipping the envelope into his pants pocket, he glared at his victim.  “Peter, Peter, Peter…  Where do you get off short changing me?  Your dear ex wouldn’t approve, you know.”

Peter’s heart raced.  For a brief moment, he thought he was in the clear and might not have a catastrophe on his hands.  Taking a single step back to put distance between them, he asked, “What are you talking about?  You counted it all right in front of me-- you can clearly see it’s all right there.”

Kelly snorted and unbelted his nightstick, quickly closing the distance between them as he used it to forcefully prod Peter’s chest.  “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Ahh--,” Peter grunted, feeling a jolt of pain shoot through his chest.  He rubbed his chest and looked at the crooked cop in fear and frustration.  “What are you--,”

“So, you don’t think I’m stupid,” Kelly replied, cutting Peter off.  “You’re the one who’s too much of an idiot to understand.”  He crossed his arms, still tightly grasping his police baton.  “Late fees, buddy,” he insisted with an evil smirk.  “Gonna need an extra fifty percent this month.”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.  What?  How on earth was he going to afford that?  This had to be some kind of sick joke, right?  He wanted to scream in pure, unfettered rage, but didn’t have any energy to spare.  “W-- Wait a moment,” he stammered, putting his hands up defensively.

“5:02PM…  That’s when you showed up and parked.  We’ve been over this, haven’t we?  Anything after 5:00PM is late, and being late means a penalty you learn of at the time of the incident,” Kelly insisted, his tone overly saccharine. “I’m a nice guy, so I don’t expect it this second.  I’ll give you one week to come up with the difference.”

Peter’s mind raced as he gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm.  A week?  Could he come up with that much money in a week?  Maybe he could take out another loan?  With his new job, maybe he could pay his debts off in short enough time to avoid bankruptcy, but he’d also have to live off literal beans and rice, and maybe even downgrade to a flip phone on a budget plan.

Kelly could hardly keep the smile off his face. “You’re dressed up pretty nicely this time.  New haircut, nice new clothes you can’t afford,”

Peter barely registered his words, assuming them to be a taunt.  He had more important matters to worry about now.  “I-- I’ll find a way to get you the money.  Can I please go now?”  He asked weakly.

“Found yourself a better job, eh?”  Kelly chided before prodding his nightstick into his victim’s gut.  Seeing Peter’s look of abject horror brought him immense joy.  “I bet you’re going to enjoy quite the pay raise.”

Peter just stared at Kelly, unable to speak. ‘No-- no, no…  How the fuck does he know already?  I didn’t tell anyone-- I was secretive.”

“Starting next month, you’ll start bringing fifty-percent more.  Not sure what you’ll be paid, but I feel like that’s fair.  Inflation, you see,” Kelly laughed.  “And, if you don’t, you’ll absolutely regret it,” he promised.

Something within Peter started to fray and snap.  Rage bubbled up within him as he clenched his fists and stared at the sleazy cop with a look of pure hatred.  What could he do?  How could he  stop him and everyone else who wanted to make his life a living hell?

“I’m in such a good mood, I’m going to overlook that nasty look you’re giving me.”  He patted the envelope in his pants pocket and turned from Peter.  “5:00PM exactly one week from now, same day of the week.  Be here to pay your penalty,” he stated matter-of-factly before walking off.

‘Nep shna es.’

As Peter watched Kelly open the door to leave, the tome’s incantation echoed in his head while a warm, slightly electric tingle flowed through his limbs and reached his extremities. 

Along with these strange sensations, something else swelled within him-- but, what?  Anger?  Frustration?  Confidence? As the incantation burned in his head, Kelly started to look like less of a threat.  He was a pathetic, corrupt man, so why should he fear him?

As if on autopilot, he lifted his hand and yelled out, “Nep shna es!  Alka theru!” Upon invoking the incantations, two bolts of light shoot from his hand, one deep red and the other orange.  As this happened, he felt the tingling within him channel down his arm and hands, concentrating within his fingertips.

The bolts struck Kelly, causing him to yelp and let out a loud, shocked gasp.  Now faintly glowing, he turned briskly and stared at Peter with pure rage.  “What the fuck did you do to me? You think this is a joke?”  He demanded, drawing a stun gun as he approached Peter.

Peter felt no fear.  He was deeply confused and startled by the strange energy emitted from his hands, but Kelly no longer held any power over him.  Even seeing the stun gun wasn’t enough to rattle him.  “I’m done being abused and treated like shit,” he growled.  “You know-- I’m not even sure what I did to you, but I know for a fact that you’ll never hurt me again.”  A million questions surged through his mind.  Just what was that book?  What were those incantations, and how was he able to produce this mysterious energy?

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”  The police officer asked dangerously.  He took another step forward before he stopped in his tracks with a strained, confused expression.  “Wha-- d-- errrgh…”  He trembled suddenly, wrapping his arms over his stomach as he doubled over.  “W-- What did you d-- oooooh!”

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” Peter replied, taking a step back as he eyed the crooked cop curiously.  What would happen now?  ‘Is this magic?’ He thought to himself, almost shaking his head at the thought.  It seemed impossible, but what else could it be?  The tingling within him, the bolts of light, the strange glyphs that he was somehow able to decipher despite not recognizing the language.  Honestly, he was far too stupefied to make heads or tails of anything happening right now; the only thing he knew for sure was that Kelly no longer held any power over him.

Kelly fell to his knees and let out a low, quivering moan.  “F-- Fuck…  I’m-- I’m so fucking itchy…”  

Peter winced, hoping he hadn’t done something that would kill him; the last thing he needed was to go to prison while simultaneously and inevitably having all of his information leaked.  Then again, what how had the incantations been described?  One would apparently bend someone to his will as a ‘familiar’ while the other would change said person’s clothes. 

“W-- What the fuck is ha-- happening to me…”  Kelly whined as his body shook.  He started to aggressively scratch his wrist as tufts of brown fur started to form.  “M-- My ankles and wrists-- oh god…  What is this?  Why am I so itchy!?”  Audible kraken and popping sounds echoed through the abandoned warehouse as his facial bones noticeably shifted, his mouth forcing outward ever so slightly.  “Mmgghhh!” 

Peter could only watch in awe.  Kelly was transforming-- changing shape before his eyes.  He watched as the cop’s face contorted, his nose darkening while his mouth shifted and gradually extended forward.  Noticeable amounts of deep brown fur coated his hands, and his feet from what he could see, followed by black fur above the wrists.  To make things even more bizarre, it seemed Kelly’s body shape was changing, his pants looking tighter by the second while his ass fattened and his waist tightened.

“S-- Stop!  P-- Please!”  Kelly begged, his voice cracking and heightening in pitch while his ears started to elongate.  “Whatever y-- you’re doing-- no more extortion..  J-- Just stop and I-- I won’t make you give up any more money,” he pleaded, desperation tinging every word he spoke between belabored pants.

Peter wasn’t sure what came over him, but he felt no remorse; not even a hint of pity   Kelly had made his life a living hell along with his ex.  The crooked cop had demeaned him, beaten him, and had even spat in his face a couple of times.  “Whatever’s happening can’t be stopped…  Or maybe, it’s just that I won’t stop it.  This is all new to me,” Peter adamantly responded.  On the inside, he was completely freaked out at the scene unfolding before his eyes, but he refused to let Kelly see anything but confidence.

“Arrrghhwoooo!”  Kelly moaned and howled in fear and anger, his pants tearing while noticeable bumps on his chest pressed upon his button-up shirt, causing the fabric to strain.  His pants started to change from dark slacks into black denim while they shortened in length, gradually exposing more of his legs, which were now covered in dark, glossy fur up to the knee.  All the while, his button-up shirt started to change as well, becoming more like a halter top as it shortened and exposed his increasingly fur mid drift.  With his abdomen exposed, it was impossible to hide his feminine curves; a tight waist that flared out into a supple ass and wide hips that hadn’t finished their growth.

Peter watched intently, feeling a warm tingle within him; one different from the sensation of casting the two incantations.  It hit him that Kelly was not only becoming female, but something decidedly not human.  What was this? His cheeks flushed as a realization came over him.  He was aroused.  The scene unfolding before his eyes elicited feelings within him that he wouldn’t have expected.  Watching one of the worst bullies of his life take on an inhuman, feminine shape while she cried and pleaded brought him satisfaction on multiple levels.  He knew for a fact that Kelly had committed a great many sins-- sexual assault, regular assault, blackmail, extortion, fraud, and more.  Peter wasn’t a sadist, but he knew the man before him was getting what he deserved.

CHAPTER END

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