(Read part 1 here!) 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!
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Story Text:


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, the horror show had started.  “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 took on an inherently feminine shape, with wide hips, a shapely waist, and budding breasts that had already pushed past C cup in size.  He finally noticed his clothes changing as well, staring down with tear-stained eyes at the sight of perky, supple cleavage expanding into his top while his pants shrunk and tightened, slowly morphing into a pair of black jean shorts.

To make things worse, the tightening fabric at the crotch didn’t bring him discomfort as it should have.  Each time his genitals throbbed and convulsed, the denim tightened, filling in the space left by his diminished manhood.

“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.  All the while, his genitals lowered on his pelvis and his scrotum pulled taut, a groove forming down the middle.

“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.  The deep tension within his abdomen and a tightness between his legs sent a shudder down my spine when the sucking sensation within his cock suddenly intensified.  ‘My cock-- my balls! NO!’  He internally screamed while his teeth sharpened 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 assuredly a withered husk of what it had once been.

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 forewarms and lower legs were of a lighter brown.  As delicate, feminine folds started to form from the remnants of his manhood, his hatred of Peter was continuously threatened by an increasingly loud voice telling her to embrace femininity and enjoy his masculine features.

“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 fully split open, 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.

Kelly clearly saw a snout before her eyes and could feel the warm fur now enveloping 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 perfectly framed 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 freshly shaped labia, the former connecting all the way up to her cervix and the base of her life-bearing womb.

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 of 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.  By now, her transformation had more or less reached its end, but the night was still young and there was still a lusty, hormone-ridden trial ahead.