New super sexy three-part caption series inspired by my serial, 'Anthromagus,' which follows Peter as he uses his newfound magic abilities to take his life back from cruel bullies and turn them into sexy anthro women.

This three part series follows corrupt cop 'Kelly' as he's turned into a lusty doberman girl against his well and enjoys his first sexual experience.

Knowledge of 'Anthromagus' is NOT necessary to enjoy this series! This is reworked/remastered to be enjoyed by everyone and anyone! A new prologue has been written, and tons of new content has been added to the TF sequences, changed, altered, etc, etc... If you've already read chapters 3 and 4, you'll still find this new caption series to be a sexy new look at Kelly's descent into bitch-hood!


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Read the full Anthromagus serial from chapter 1 here:
Anthromagus: Chapters 1 and 2 (MTF TGTF serial)

Read up to chapter 11 now on Patreon with tiers only up to $5/mo for earliest access!
https://www.patreon.com/roryrouses

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Story Text:


“Arrrghhwoooo!”  Kelly moaned and howled in fear and anger, his pants tearing while the noticeable bumps on his chest ballooned further and pressed against his shirt, causing the fabric to strain despite the garment’s changing shape.  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.  As his shirt continued its transition into a halter top, his girlish, fur-covered abs showed clearly in the dim warehouse light.  With this much exposure, 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.

Kelly enjoyed his life perhaps a little more than he should.  He went from tormenting a classmate named Peter in high school, to making his life hell during two years of community college.  After leaving his poor victim alone long enough to get through his tenure at a police academy, a conniving young woman with powerful connections roped him into a sinister plan that brought a smile to his face.

With the help of others, Peter would be blackmailed and extorted for all he’s worth.  And with Kelly’s position as a cop, he could go right back to doing what he loved-- bullying Peter and making his life hell.

It was the day of the monthly money pickup, with both Kelly and Peter standing in the abandoned warehouse where the crooked cop would receive a fat wad of cash.  Surely everything would just as it had the previous months.  He’d harass and degrade Peter, maybe shove him around a bit, collect his money, and laugh about it with his friends over a cold beer.

After getting what he wanted, Kelly teased his victim a little more before turning and walking toward the front door, holding back a snicker as he considered how to spend his share of this month’s haul.

He briefly heard Peter speak some strange, unintelligible words before feeling himself get struck by something.  Electricity?  A gun?  A punch?  Rage immediately flooded his senses and he hardly noticed the faint, ominous glow radiating from his well-muscled body.

“What the fuck did you do to me? You think this is a joke?”  He demanded, drawing a stun gun as he approached Peter.

“I’m done being abused and treated like shit,” Peter 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.” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”  The police officer asked dangerously, ignoring the determination in his victim’s inflection.  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. All of this was new and unexpected for him as well.

Kelly fell to his knees and let out a low, quivering moan.  “F-- Fuck…  I’m-- I’m so fucking itchy…”  It was as if every square inch of his flesh burned and writhed.  Were bugs crawling under his skin?  No-- was that hair sprouting on his arms?

“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 formed.  “M-- My ankles and wrists-- oh god…  What is this?  Why am I so itchy!?”  Audible cracking and popping sounds echoed through the abandoned warehouse as his facial bones noticeably shifted, his mouth forcing outward ever so slightly.  

“Mmgghhh!” He felt every second of whatever the hell was happening to him.  His facial bones popping and reforming, along with a profound, indescribable pressure that bubbled beneath his navel and seemingly pushed outward in all directions.  Were his hips widening??  Whatever the ballooning tension within him was, it seems to be forcing his body into a new shape.

Deep brown fur spread over his increasingly lithe and womanly hands, with black fur appearing above the wrists and inching upward.  With a look of unfettered fury and terror, he tried to step toward Peter to give him a good punch, but utterly failed.  Instead, he wobbled and nearly toppled to the ground.  His broadening hips and fattening ass threw his center of gravity off, which was only exacerbated by the narrowing of his waist and the tightening of his pants.  It was then that his clothes started to change from the attire of a police officer into something else entirely.

‘This-- this isn’t fucking right-- oh god!  What-- what am I turning into!?’  He continued to lose height while his crotch convulsed and tingled.  He felt his testes pulsate while a ‘sucking’ sensation enveloped the cock he had always been so proud of.

“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.  He was too panicked and terror-stricken to notice the nub-like growth jutting from his tailbone.

All the while, a primal voice whispered in the back of his head.  ‘Peter is kinda handsome, isn’t he?...  Wouldn’t it be fun to feel things from the female side?’ A surge of confused arousal washed through him as his pecs softened and slowly inflated, quickly becoming small, perky orbs that showed no signs of slowing their growth.  Conveniently, his button-up uniform top morphed to better suit Kelly’s increasingly feminine anatomy, shortening at the hem to show off his bizarrely feminine curves, and opening at the top to suit cleavage that would inevitably come.

 “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.