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Kelly had no idea what the hell was going on.  Fear flooded his senses-- no, abject terror was more apt.  After those blasts of light struck him, everything  started to change.  “Mmggh-- n-- noooo!”  He cried out in desperation as his insides churned and quivered like jelly.  Whether he liked it or not, his muscles gradually melted away as his body lost mass and his body took on an inherently feminine shape, with wide hips, a tightening waist, and budding breasts.  Much to his horror, even his clothing was changing, his shirt slowly morphing into a halter top while his pants shrunk and darkened into what would eventually be a pair of tightly-fitted black jean shorts.

“I-- I fucking-- hate you!”  Kelly cried out in frustration, glaring at Peter as his mouth spasmed and pushed outward, his nose slowly transforming and flattening while his ears started to elongate.

Peter watched the transforming police officer with a mix of emotions.  On one hand, seeing such an obvious supernature act unfolding before his eyes was enough to freak out anyone who had not believed in concepts like magic.  On the other hand, a peculiar feeling of resilience and stalwart confidence permeated his every cell, keeping him focused and unwavering in the face of such a disturbing scene.  He wasn’t sure why he felt that way, but he was grateful to maintain such an edge of control.

“No…”  Peter shook his head in response to Kelly  “You should adore me.  As long as you behave, I will treat you well,” he insisted.  He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a certain level of control over the crooked cop.

“G-- Grrrrr!”  Kelly suddenly snarled as a noticeable pair of breasts expanded from his chest, starting to fill the halter top.  All the while, his hips and waist looked more feminine than masculine.  A deep tension within his abdomen and a tightness between his legs sent a shudder down my spine.  ‘My cock-- my balls! NO!’  He internally screamed while his teeth elongated and shifted within his increasingly snout-like mouth.  Now panting, he shakily probed between his legs, touching the taut denim that closely stuck to his flesh.  Much to his horror, he couldn’t feel his testicles at all, and his cock was most definitely withering and receding.

Kelly cast a look of hatred Peter’s way.  “I-- I h--,” he tried to say between pants, his voice climbing a few octaves while the dark fur coated his legs and arms entirely, continuing over his chest and abdomen.  While the fur in most places was nearly black, his forearms and lower legs were of a lighter brown.

“I hate y--,” she tried to scream, but couldn’t bring herself to. ‘This evil bastard! He-- he will…  Treat me well…  I’m lucky to have a kind master, right?  W-- wait, no!  WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!”  Keilly wailed before letting out a howl while her empty scrotum tightened upon her pelvis and split down the center, her testes ascending to their new position as ovaries above her growing womb.  By now, her cock had almost fully receded until it was nothing more than a tiny pink nerve bundle nestled within her hot folds.  A potent pressure formed at her spine’s base and quickly burst, the beginning of a dark, fluffy tail jutting outward.

Peter could sense how conflicted Kelly was.  He watched as he became less and less masculine to the point where referring to Kelly as ‘she’ seemed more apt.  With all of that dark fur, her increasingly canine snout, that tail, and ears elongating and rising on her head, she appeared less and less human by the moment.  ‘A doberman?’ He mused as nearly black fur covered her face, except for lighter brown fur around where her eyebrows should lay.  

Regardless, how was he supposed to react in this situation?  Magic was real?  That book was a book of spells?  How did his dad get his hands on such a tome?  Was magic well known in this world, or a lost art?  Would he have to hide these abilities?  Would he have to hide Kelly from sight if she really was becoming her familiar as the incantation implied?  He couldn’t exactly strut around with a dog girl at his side, right?  ‘Holy shit-- this is real.  This is really happening,’ Peter reminded himself as adrenaline coursed through him.  He felt lightheaded and nearly sat down when a cold, but welcome veil of calm overtook him.  Something within him-- an instinct perhaps, or an effect of the magic, guided him forward.

Peter knelt a few feet from the transforming dog woman, picking his words carefully.  “You’ve made me suffer for quite a long time, haven’t you?  Don’t you feel bad?  Making your master live such a miserable life?”

Kelly clearly saw her snout before his eyes and could feel the warm fur covering her womanly frame.  Her growing tail hung low while swishing beneath her round ass, and she now had a properly fitting halter top and tight jean shorts that clearly showed the shape of her vulva.  Her body ached and tingled, feeling abjectly wrong while her new sex and nipples tingled with painful heat.  “Grrr…”  She opened her mouth to scream obscenities when a feeling of profound guilt suddenly consumed her.  How could she do such horrible things to her master?   What the fuck had she been thinking?  She started to tremble as tears welled within her eyes.  “No-- I don’t..  I hate-- I hate…”  She stammered as her mind swirled and turned fuzzy. ‘I did something terrible,’ a feminine voice in her head whispered.  “I hate what I did to my master,” she choked before starting to whimper.  Her new vagina and urethra opened amidst her labia, the former connecting all the way up to her cervix and the base of her life-bearing womb.

Whatever magic was helping with Peter’s confidence faltered.  His nerves returned with a raising heart and sweaty palms.  ‘Don’t panic…  Damn, what a fucking evening,’ he mused while trying to maintain his composure.  Despite his hatred of Kelly, he couldn’t help but feel bad seeing such a pathetic, whining, confused creature pleading before him.  Was she his familiar?  Had he truly used magic to turn Kelly into some type of doberman girl who was subservient to him?  He placed a hand on his forehead, trying not to panic. ‘Just breathe.  I’ll figure everything out,’ he told himself.

Peter forced a look of confidence as he met Kelly’s gaze.  “If you apologize, I’ll forgive you,” he promised.  “But, only if you vow never to abuse or manipulate me again.  Not only me, but anyone else for that matter,” he insisted, maintaining an adamant expression.  “You will repent by obeying me.  I want you to be a good girl for me, Kelly.”  Was he doing this, right?  His mind swirled and he felt like he might pass out at any moment.  Was he supposed to take her home?  Would she serve him?  How could he get in touch with others who use magic?

“Mmm--aaahhh…”  Kelly moaned as her transformation hit the final stage.  ‘Fuck-- no, no, no…  I hate him-- Peter is a fucking loser.  He-- he…’ Her new vulva erupted with an orgasmic burst, ushering forth a shaky howl.  “A-- Ahwwoooo!”  She cried as her legs trembled and her mind went blank.  ‘He--- He is master; I can't think such awful things….’ When she looked up at Peter, she tried her hardest to muster up negative, hate filled thoughts.  She wanted to glare at him with disdain, but the sight of his face resulted in a bizarre sense of giddiness and submission.  She wanted to make up for all the pain she caused and to do everything in her power to support him.  All the while, her breasts and ass continued to grow.  Her chest inflated to a D cup, then E, before stopping at a hefty set of Fs that bounced and somehow hung perkily despite the weight.

Peter watched a stream of varied emotions flow across the dog-woman’s face.  Her face would scrunch up with anger, then shift to resignation, fear, and more.  He took a deep breath and scratched his head, lost deep in thought over what his best course of action would be.  ‘Dammit…  What should I do?’

Kelly’s vulva writhed and twitched as hot, sticky fluid saturated her shorts.  She felt a deep, primal sense of longing-- a profound emptiness mixed with the painful throbbing of her engorged clit.  Amidst her confusion, her guilt allowed her to say, “I-- I am sorry..  I-- I will be a good girl…”  With that, she shakily stood and slid her hands down to the button of her shorts, her ass and breasts bouncing with each minute movement.  “I need-- I need this..  Oh god-- fuck!!”  She panted as she slid her shorts down, getting them around her round ass as she peeled away from her crotch and slipped to the floor.

Peter’s cheeks flushed and he nearly commanded her to stop, but something inside of him decided against it.  What was this feeling?  Arousal?  Did the sight of his bully-turned-dog girl turn him on?  “I’ll forgive you this time. Do what you must.”

Kelly whined and whimpered as she tore off her panties, exposing her glistening wet pussy.  She quickly laid on the ground, her tail wagging manically as she slid a shaky hand between her quivering thighs.  “Mm-- a-- ahhhhh…”  She moaned as two of her fingers pushed into the hot, wet folds, probing around for her clit.  ‘This-- this is my pussy…  I shouldn’t have this-- oh god…  Why do I have this?  Why can’t I stop?’ She attempted to muster up the willpower needed to withdraw, but found herself unable after locating her prize.  She applied a little pressure to the tender pink nerve bundle and started moving in a slow circle, her eyes widening as hot, creamy waves of bliss bubbled within her loins.  How could it feel so good?  How could she be this unnaturally sensitive?

Kelly moaned and rubbed harder, forcefully pushing her fingers through her labia, barely reaching her convulsing vagina as she slid her digits up and down, each brush upon her clit sending shockwaves through her lower body.

Peter felt like he should turn away, but couldn’t bring himself to.  This writhing, buxom doberman woman had been one of his greatest enemies minutes ago and now she was turning him on.  He would keep these emotions inside, refusing to give in.

Kelly’s masturbatory efforts continued, each orgasm more potent than the last.  Her clit gradually grew more sensitive, making it harder to maintain the level of physical contact needed for a constant stream of ecstasy throughout her womanly, fur-coated body.  As she panted and moaned, the feeling of profound emptiness within her only grew.  Clitoral stimulation was more than merely enjoyable, yet it wasn’t enough.

“A-- Ahwwooo!”  She howled and withdrew her hand, her body convulsing and trembling on the ground while her massive breasts heaved.

Peter watched her pant and tremble, wondering if he should do something now.  What could he do, though?  Should he tell her to get dressed and come home with him?  He had the distinct feeling she now belonged to him in some way.

‘Fuck-- not enough…’ Kelly lamented, her vagina quivering with need.  Arousal and anger swirled within her as she half-crawled, half-stood while approaching Peter. Before her master could react, she grabbed his wrist and let out a low growl, staring into his eyes.  “You-- you motherfucker!  Undo this-- change me back!  Forget the money, just turn me back right now!”  She begged.

Peter couldn’t help but notice how less threatening Kelly was like this.  Her small arm and the grasp of her lithe, lady-like hand didn’t exactly inspire fear within him.  All he could manage was a shake of his head and a resigned sigh.  “I have no idea how.  I barely understand how I did this to you to begin with.”  As he spoke those words, a slight spark of anger swelled within him.  Even if he could, why should he give Kelly his power back?  “Even if I knew how to, I don’t think it would be to my benefit.”

‘You mo-- ooooh, fuuuck…”  Kelly whimpered and pulled away from Peter.  Why did he smell so good?  Had Peter always been so handsome?  Her eyes lowered, seeing the noticeable bulge concealed by his pants.  Unable to think rationally, she withdrew a few more steps and ripped her halter top off, exposing her hefty breasts while a look of pure lust and need flashed on her face.  “F-- Fuck me!”  She cried out desperately.  Seeing the look of shock on Peter’s face, she turned away from him and went down on her hands and knees.  In that position, she managed to raise her ass and pussy into the air, balancing her weight with one hand while the other slid between her legs and spread her labia, exposing the glistening, pink folds within.  “This-- this is your fault!  Oh god-- oh god, please…  Fuck me now!”  She half demanded, half pleaded. 

CHAPTER END

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