(M to Chimera)

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a rabbit.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

Of course, it would start with his teeth. There was no reason it wouldn’t. Phil cupped his hands to his aching front teeth, feeling them grow and swell against his fingers. It was almost as terrifying as it was humiliating, quite a feat given the fact that Phil felt almost as though he could die in shame.

Phil’s predicament only worsened when his body dropped to the floor, diminishing in size as though someone had tugged violently at a Photoshop slider. His clothes bundled around him, and the man let out a distressed squeak as he realized not all of him had shrunk.

Somewhere during the fall, his ears had simply… Stopped. While the rest of him was shrinking, they remained there, stretching like taffy. Gravity caught up with them, and they flopped heavily towards the ground, slapping Phil’s blushing cheeks.

Phil reached his hands towards his ears with a squeak of horror, only to yelp as his pants tightened around his legs. He turned his attention lower, looking down to find that his thighs were swelling. It wasn’t bulk, either—they were growing soft, thick, and full.

“I thought a pair of bunny thighs would really complete your look,” Michael said with a smile. He leaned in close, eyes twinkling dangerously. “So, what do you think? Want to hop for me, bunny boy?”

Phil crinkled his nose, shaking his head. His long ears flopped with the motion, and he opened his mouth to vocalize his displeasure. However, instead of words, only a loud rabbit’s squeak slipped past his lips. His face burned with humiliation, and slowly the man began to hop.

Each hop brought with it a growth of fur, and by the time Phil had emerged from his clothing, he was coated in the hairs. To the rest of the world, he looked just like a rabbit—albeit a chubby one. Michael clearly hadn’t forgotten how he’d mocked the man’s bunny butt, and doubtless thought this thicker frame was some sort of karmic justice.

Phil’s cheeks burned, even as whiskers slid from them. New muscles settled along his nose, and it began to twitch, lifting his puffing cheeks with each and every motion. It wasn’t enough to look like a rabbit—he had to act like one too.

He wiggled his butt, coaxing the small bud of his tail to grow larger, larger, and larger still. Michael seemed to think it was the funniest thing he’d seen in his life, because the man nearly doubled over with laughter. “Look at you! You look like some kind of marshmallow rabbit! Haha, I’d better call you Fluffers!”

‘Fluffers’ glowered. He opened his mouth to rail against the man who was changing him, but the fiercest thing he could manage was a quiet “Eeep eep eeEEP!” This helplessness only dashed Phil’s spirits all the harder, and his hops somehow took on a tone of melancholy.

Then he felt a tugging at his thighs, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a lion.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

A cool breeze dusted Phil’s body, and he realized he was naked. He looked down at himself in a stunned shock, before covering his form in distress. “W-what are you doing to me, you pervert?”

“Pervert? Me? I’m not the one who’s an exhibitionist.” Michael wagged his finger, then flicked it upwards. Like a marionette, Phil’s hands lifted from his groin, and he stared at them in distress as they bulged. His palms flared up into thick, plushy pads, while his fingers bloated into clumsy feline digits.

Mercifully, the next change was able to hide his shame. Fur, thick and golden, swept across his body. It itched as it came in, and Phil nearly tripped in his attempt to scratch at himself. He groaned, tongue lolling from his mouth, panting to try and cool himself.

“Ah! So… huhuhuh… Hot!” Phil managed, paying extra attention to his neck. For some reason, the itching sensation was a thousand times worse around his collar. He whimpered as hair started to come in, so thick and so shaggy that it swayed with each panicked twitch of the man’s head.

“Hot’s one word for it. Regal would be another,” Michael hummed. He reached up towards Phil, stroking his hands through the man’s lush, thick collar. “It’s rather fitting for tonight’s mane attraction, I’d think. Get it?”

Phil wasn’t in a laughing mood, distressed as he was by the new hair. He tried to scratch it more, but nothing he did would keep the thick ruff from tickling his cheeks. It was like he’d wrapped a furry scarf around his neck, only for it to merge with him. Frantically, he flapped his hands.

Or… Paws. Whatever, he didn’t have time for semantics. Phil grunted in distress, only to fall forwards. The sound had a deeper resonance than Phil had initially anticipated, and he realized just how large he was.

Like this, there was a chance that he could get revenge on the man who was changing him. Phil growled with delight, a small smile curling his thick, leonine lips. He rolled his shoulders, popping them into place, and breathed in through his growing snout.

Then he felt a tugging at his mane, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a cow.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

An udder burst out from Phil’s jeans, and the man yelped in distress. It was soft, pink, and abominably heavy. “Whoa!” He yelped, trying to catch his balance. It was like he was clumsily trying to dance, and each stumbling footstep made his new udder jiggle. But that wasn’t nearly the end of his humiliation.

His feet thumped against the ground loudly, and Phil realized immediately something else was happening to him. He looked down in shock, eyes widening and mouth falling slack at the sight of his shoes bulging, beginning to stretch.

“N-no what’re you doing to MMOOO!” Phil bellowed as he spoke, only to blush a second later in abject humiliation. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was turning into some sort of… Of pet! He knew that turnabout was fair play, but this felt like it was a little much.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Michael’s question was punctuated by a loud tearing sound, the final cry of Phil’s poor shoes. They burst into scraps, revealing a set of thick, cloppy cow hooves. “Actually… That gives me an idea.”

“Moo?” Phil asked feebly, groaning as his body naturally began to tilt forwards. He fell onto his hands, which balled naturally into fists. Dark enamel raced over them, and by the time they hit the ground, they were a set of hooves that matched his feet.

“Cats do like milk, you know,” Michael hummed. He pulled a nearby chair closer, and reached for Phil’s long, heavy teats.

Phil felt rather slow for not realizing until now, but the long teats could only mean one thing. Cheeks burning, SHE let out a low, droning moan of horror. A second later, it turned to a cry of pleasure as Michael worked her full udder. The man tugged at her fat teats, and she felt milk welling up at her nipples.

“MMOOOOUH!” Phil’s head lolled back and forth, even as fur itched its way out from beneath her every pore. In time with the white cream spilling from her nipples, white fur covered her body. Occasional black spots dotted her frame, giving her the unmistakable patterning of a simple bovine.

“See? You’re going to be a good heifer, I’m sure of it.” Michael laughed, watching Phil’s frame expand. Muscle turned to doughy, cowy flab, and the newly-minted girl whimpered at the sight of how big she was becoming.

Slowest of all were the changes to her face, as her nose and mouth began to stretch from her form. “MmmmoooOOOOOooh!” She cried, the sound drawn out by this latest change. Her teeth coarsened, and she played a long, cowy tongue along them.

Then she felt a tugging at her hooves, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as her—his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a chipmunk.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

Phil was falling, and tumbling through the air as he fell. He let out a scream of panic, one that sounded a little too high-pitched for his body, and brought his hands up to his chest in surprise. The feeling of fingertip against skin made him realize that he was naked, and embarrassment coursed through his body.

So, not only would he fall to death, but he’d also do it naked. That was lovely.

Of course, he should have known that Michael would have something far worse in store. Phil landed in something soft and warm, and it took him a moment to realize that the soft pink bed he’d found himself in was Michael’s palm.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Michael cooed. “You don’t look quite right yet, do you… Ah, I know just the thing.” The man clicked his fingers, and Phil’s cheeks heated—far more than their existing flush. The man whimpered plaintively as they began to puff and swell.

“Whyyy?” Phil whimpered, his voice lifting to a high squeak. He moved his hands up his face, feeling how thick and doughy his puffed cheeks were. The only consolation was that they were big enough to help him speak properly again. “I look like some kinda chipmunk!”

“Not just any kind of chipmunk,” Michael positively purred, “you look like an adorable kind of chipmunk.” He laughed louder as Phil squirmed in clear embarrassment, his blush all the more pronounced thanks to his engorged cheeks.

“S-stop!” Phil squeaked. He tried to stumble to his feet, but his body wasn’t working the way it should. Ever attempt to stand was only met with failure, as his arms and legs pulled in towards his stretching torso.

“I hardly think you’re in a position to make demands, short stuff,” laughed Michael. He brought an immense finger towards Phil’s face, and scratched at his helpless victim’s chubby cheeks. A small, dainty tail wiggled from behind Phil, wagging in spite of his distress.

“Ee-eek!” Phil tried to pretend that the squeak was something brought on by his change, but his flushed features betrayed that he’d squeaked naturally. At least the growth of a thin dusting of brown fur could cover his blush, though it only made Michael want to pet him more. Worst of all, the petting felt good enough that Phil’s little chipmunk legs kicked at his palm.

“Aw, someone likes this,” Michael cooed, knowing fully well that wasn’t the case at all. “Come on, you’d love being my little plaything. Who knows? I might even let out of your cage for playtime every now and then.”

Phil whimpered, feeling utterly insignificant. It wasn’t just that he was tiny, it was that he was being talked down to. He wasn’t just literally small, he was mentally miniscule. The little chipmunk quivered, cheeks burning beneath his fur.

Then he felt a tugging at his cheeks, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a parrot.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

“WARK!” Phil cawed, his mouth flapping open and shut. His lips went numb, and he had the deliciously horrifying gift of seeing them stretch from his face into a beak. The man shuddered in terrified shame, and tried to beg Michael to change him back. “This isn’t what I wa-AWK!”

“What? You want something else?” Michael seemed a bit hurt, and Phil almost felt bad for a moment.

Just for a moment. He pressed his fingers to his beak, glaring down to it, then looked up to the man who was changing him. “I wAAWK! Want… Philly wanna cracker!” Phil squawked, tilting his head to the side like an idiot parrot.

“What’s the matter, Phil? You’re acting like a real birdbrain,” Michael laughed. He clapped his hands in clear delight as Phil’s hands started to change.

It was slow at first, a glacial melding of fingers—or perhaps it only seemed to drag on due to the changing man’s heightened panic. Regardless, the effects were the same. His arms were starting to transform, and he had a good idea what they were becoming.

“You—AWK! Don’t need to—WARK!” Phil squawked as feathers slid from beneath his skin, furry and red quills fluffing as they grew to their new full length. “Please, I—Philly wanna cracker—no!” Tears dewed at his eyes, and he flapped his wings in distress.

“Don’t worry, I know what you mean,” Michael laughed. He placed a hand atop Phil’s head, and pushed. “You want to be a proper size, so you can fit on my shoulder.”

Phil squawked in terror at the world grew up around him. His clothes bundled around his new wings, and he flapped them all the harder. The motion was enough to slip the collar of Phil’s shirt past his shoulder, and a thick ruff of feathers burst from them. Each centimeter of skin that was exposed to the cool air conditioned room was immediately covered in warm, colorful feathers.

Aside, of course, for his legs. Those cramped and ached, growing long and skinny. His toes creaked and popped, stretching and curling as they turned into the talons of a bird. “HAwwWWWK! Philly wanna Philly wanna Philly wanna cracker! AWWRK!”

Michael reached down and scratched Phil under his feathery chin. The act felt good, even despite the nightmare that Phil’s life had become, and he crooned in humiliated pleasure. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll make sure you’re the fattest bird around.”

Phil flapped his arms, and felt the air beneath his wings give him a degree of lift. He saw a chance to escape, and nearly took it. The only thing that stopped him was an icy realization: were he to succeed… What then? Phil didn’t know how to live on his own as a bird, he’d be helpless.

Faced with his inability to function without his new owner, Phil dejectedly flew towards Michael’s shoulder.

Then he felt a tugging at his wings, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a puppy.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

Phil’s cheeks bulged, and he let out a strangled whimper of surprise. He could feel something happening inside his mouth, like it was shrinking around his tongue. No matter how he worked his jaw, his tongue wouldn’t fit right. It took him a long, horrifying second to realize that the muscle inside his mouth was swelling.

“Go on, be a good boy, and let that silly, thick doggy tongue loll out for me. I want to hear you pant and bark, you stupid puppy.” Michael stroked Phil’s ears as he spoke, and the man flushed with humiliation.

At the same time, it wasn’t exactly like he could protest the order. His tongue was too large for his mouth to contain, and as he opened his lips, it unfurled like a party favor. The long appendage wetly slapped against Phil’s chest, and there it dangled as he panted.

“Huhahuhauhhh…” Phil’s cheeks burned, and he struggled to talk around it. “Oo canth dwo thith! AhmrrrwoOOF! GROOOF!” He flushed, reaching his hands up and trying to tuck his tongue back into his mouth. He only succeeded in covering them with drool.

“Oh my God, this is hilarious!” Michael guffawed with laughter. He leaned down and patted his thighs enticingly, a cruel smirk spread across his handsome features. “Come on, boy. Come to your new owner, come on!”

Phil fell to all fours so fast that his tongue slapped against his nose and forehead. His cheeks bulged and swelled, growing into canine jowls. Thick, dark fur raced across him from head to toe, and he whimpered as his shoulders and hips both popped, locking him into a quadrupedal posture.

“Pleath! YooOOWOFF!” Phil barked, looking to Michael in a panic. Instinct made him try to lick his tongue, and he crinkled his eyes as he tongue-slapped his forehead again. Not only was he turning into a dog, he was even turning into a clumsy one!

“Come on, be a good boy! Who’s a good dog? Who’s a good dog?” Michael didn’t seem to mind, instead encouraging Phil forward—and, in the process, encouraging the man’s changes.

Phil slowly began to pad towards Michael, groaning as he felt his ears flop against his cheeks. This was all too much, it was too much for him to possibly bear! He tried to shake himself out of his stupor, but only managed to ruffle his fur.

His distraction cost him a good deal of dignity, as his nose bumped against Michael’s crotch. He didn’t realize just how a dog’s body would eat up the distance between them, and Phil whined like the submissive pet he was.

Then he felt a tugging at his tongue, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a donkey.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

Phil groaned as his ears tingled. He reached hand towards them, dreading what he might find. Would they be the ears of a rabbit? A chipmunk? His fingers brushed against soft fur, and far more heft than he was used to.

“Wh-HAAW!” Phil blushed, a donkey’s bray slipping past his lips. His longer ears bobbed, and the man whimpered in distress. He could feel them tugging ever larger, growing so very large that they nearly brushed against the room’s roof.

“Aw, isn’t that precious,” Michael cooed. “Not to sound rude, but you kind of look like a jackass.” He chuckled, only to burst into outright laughter as Phil’s ears flopped over. The asinine appendages were simply too heavy for his body to hold up.

Phil whined loudly, the sound almost pitifully endearing. It wasn’t enough to spare him, however. He grunted as his chest barreled out, and his neck stretched away from his body. Thick mucus clogged his throat, and as he cleared it he noticed how deep and guttural his voice sounded.

“PLAAWWRHEE! HUUAAWWW!” Phil brayed, his shame only heightened by the sound of Michael’s laughter. Somehow the fact that he was devolving was made all the worse by the fact that someone was deriving amusement from it.

Phil stumbled backwards, pawing at his growing chest, glaring at the useless hooves his hands were becoming. Fingers melded into one another, until soon each impact of hoof onto chest sent a sharp ache through his form.

“You know, I take that back,” Michael teased, “You don’t kind of look like a jackass. You really look like a jackass.”

“NUHHHAAW!” Phil replied, rather eloquently given his current predicament. His hair pulled behind his head into a mane, and he could feel his teeth thickening inside his mouth. The worst part was his incisors—they were growing larger and larger, thicker and thicker.

His goofily bucked teeth poked at his lower lip, and he turned his broadening head towards the man who was changing him, pleading for mercy. None was expected, and none was received. The poor donkey burst from the remainder of his clothes in an instant, and he shook his long ears with dismay and distress alike.

Then he felt a tugging at his ears, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a squirrel.” With that, he clicked his fingers.

“I—I don’t think you need to do this…” Phil backed up warily, his hands outstretched. Then his shoulders and hips popped, throwing him onto the ground. He knew enough to tell that this marked the end for his life on two legs, a realization that was punctuated by his hands twitching themselves into tiny squirrel’s paws.

“Oh, but I really do need to…” Michael chuckled. “You see, you treated me just like a pet, and that’s what you’re about to become. Just a little, tiny, helpless, insignificant animal.”

In that moment, Phil realized that his clothes were beginning to feel much, much baggier around himself. He let out a faint cry of surprise, trying to hold them upright. Unfortunately, the changes to his body rendered the motion impossible.

Down, down, down he shrank. Phil had once stood near eye-level with Michael, and now he barely reached the other man’s crotch. His cheeks burned in abject humiliation, which only grew worse as a thick, bushy tail sprouted from his backside. It swayed to and fro, growing bigger and bigger as he grew smaller and smaller.

“EEP EEP EEP!” Phil tried to beg for his humanity, but could only squeak. He looked frantically back to the massive squirrel tail behind himself, and whimpered. It was easily three feet long—not much by human standards, but with his new, miniscule frame…

“Aw, it’s like someone stapled a feather duster to a rat,” Michael cooed. The man dropped into a prone position, on his belly. Even then, with his face lowered to Phil’s height, Phil still needed to look up to him.

“E-eep…” Phil squeaked, his massively bushy tail flicking from side to side. Each flick started to affect his body, softening his features and adding on a doughy softness to Phil’s squirrely form. Fur covered him, but even that wasn’t enough to hide the fact that he’d become a seriously chubby squirrel.

“Oh, you poor dear,” Michael cooed, playing with Phil’s overlong tail. “You remind me of the little squirrels we had on my old college campus. Of course, they were too small to run from the local predators, so I guess that means you’ll be stuck inside as a house squirrel.”

“Eep,” Phil replied miserably.

“Hm? Sad that you put the ‘ball’ in ‘furball?’ Well, if you want to get fit, you’ll need to get that jiggly squirrel butt onto an exercise wheel.” Michael beamed.

Phil didn’t know how to take the fact that he seriously considered taking the man up on that offer. On the one hand, fitness meant that he might find a way to escape. On the other, it meant that he’d need to look like some kind of scampering animal idiot. Phil considered his options, and squeaked.

Then he felt a tugging at his tail, a strange pull. Phil looked to Michael in surprise, then in dread as the man waved a fond farewell.

Time began to unwind, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Phil’s world swam as his body returned to its normal form, and he gasped as his mind went blank. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut…

+++

…Phil blinked, confused. He’d thought he was… His cheeks colored as he realized he wasn’t alone, and he turned towards the other man in the room. Of course, he’d have recognized the new arrival even without the man’s twitching nose.

“No hard feelings about the whole… You know. Keeping you as a pet thing?” Phil asked, his confusion turning to concern.

“Not at all, as long as you’re not upset about what I’m about to do to you,” Michael chuckled. “You see, I’m making a chimera.” With that, he clapped his hands together, and nine timelines wound themselves into one.

Phil groaned as his ears tingled. He reached hand towards them, dreading what he might find. Would they be the ears of a rabbit? A chipmunk? His fingers brushed against soft fur, and far more heft than he was used to.

“Wh-HAAW!” Phil blushed, a donkey’s bray slipping past his lips. His longer ears bobbed, and the man whimpered in distress. He could feel them tugging ever larger, growing so very large that they nearly brushed against the room’s roof.

“Aw, isn’t that precious,” Michael cooed. “Not to sound rude, but you kind of look like a jackass.” He chuckled, only to burst into outright laughter as Phil’s ears flopped over. The asinine appendages were simply too heavy for his body to hold up.

Phil reached his hands towards his ears with a squeak of horror, only to yelp as his pants tightened around his legs. He turned his attention lower, looking down to find that his thighs were swelling. It wasn’t bulk, either—they were growing soft, thick, and full.

“I thought a pair of bunny thighs would really complete your look,” Michael said with a smile. He leaned in close, eyes twinkling dangerously. “So, what do you think? Want to hop for me, bunny boy?”

Phil crinkled his nose, shaking his head. His long ears flopped with the motion, and he opened his mouth to vocalize his displeasure. However, instead of words, only a loud rabbit’s squeak slipped past his lips. His face burned with humiliation, and slowly the man began to hop.

His feet thumped against the ground loudly, and Phil realized immediately something else was happening to him. He looked down in shock, eyes widening and mouth falling slack at the sight of his shoes bulging, beginning to stretch.

“N-no what’re you doing to MMOOO!” Phil bellowed as he spoke, only to blush a second later in abject humiliation. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was turning into some sort of… Of pet! He knew that turnabout was fair play, but this felt like it was a little much.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Michael’s question was punctuated by a loud tearing sound, the final cry of Phil’s poor shoes. They burst into scraps, revealing a set of thick, cloppy cow hooves. “Actually… That gives me an idea.”

Phil’s cheeks bulged, and he let out a strangled whimper of surprise. He could feel something happening inside his mouth, like it was shrinking around his tongue. No matter how he worked his jaw, his tongue wouldn’t fit right. It took him a long, horrifying second to realize that the muscle inside his mouth was swelling.

“Go on, be a good boy, and let that silly, thick doggy tongue loll out for me. I want to hear you pant and bark, you stupid puppy.” Michael stroked Phil’s ears as he spoke, and the man flushed with humiliation.

At the same time, it wasn’t exactly like he could protest the order. His tongue was too large for his mouth to contain, and as he opened his lips, it unfurled like a party favor. The long appendage wetly slapped against Phil’s chest, and there it dangled as he panted.

“Huhahuhauhhh…” Phil’s cheeks burned, and he struggled to talk around it. “Oo canth dwo thith! AhmrrrwoOOF! GROOOF!” He flushed, reaching his hands up and trying to tuck his tongue back into his mouth. He only succeeded in covering them with drool.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Michael cooed. “You don’t look quite right yet, do you… Ah, I know just the thing.” The man clicked his fingers, and Phil’s cheeks heated—far more than their existing flush. The man whimpered plaintively as they began to puff and swell.

“Whyyy?” Phil whimpered, his voice lifting to a high squeak. He moved his hands up his face, feeling how thick and doughy his puffed cheeks were. The only consolation was that they were big enough to help him speak properly again. “I look like some kinda chipmunk!”

“Not just any kind of chipmunk,” Michael positively purred, “you look like an adorable kind of chipmunk.” He laughed louder as Phil squirmed in clear embarrassment, his blush all the more pronounced thanks to his engorged cheeks.

Mercifully, the next change was able to hide his shame. Fur, thick and golden, swept across his body. It itched as it came in, and Phil nearly tripped in his attempt to scratch at himself. He groaned, tongue lolling from his mouth, panting to try and cool himself.

“Ah! So… huhuhuh… Hot!” Phil managed, paying extra attention to his neck. For some reason, the itching sensation was a thousand times worse around his collar. He whimpered as hair started to come in, so thick and so shaggy that it swayed with each panicked twitch of the man’s head.

“Hot’s one word for it. Regal would be another,” Michael hummed. He reached up towards Phil, stroking his hands through the man’s lush, thick collar. “It’s rather fitting for tonight’s mane attraction, I’d think. Get it?”

Phil wasn’t in a laughing mood, distressed as he was by the new hair. He tried to scratch it more, but nothing he did would keep the thick ruff from tickling his cheeks. It was like he’d wrapped a furry scarf around his neck, only for it to merge with him. Frantically, he flapped his hands.

“What’s the matter, Phil? You’re acting like a real birdbrain,” Michael laughed. He clapped his hands in clear delight as Phil’s hands started to change.

It was slow at first, a glacial melding of fingers—or perhaps it only seemed to drag on due to the changing man’s heightened panic. Regardless, the effects were the same. His arms were starting to transform, and he had a good idea what they were becoming.

“You—AWK! Don’t need to—WARK!” Phil squawked as feathers slid from beneath his skin, furry and red quills fluffing as they grew to their new full length. “Please, I—Philly wanna cracker—no!” Tears dewed at his eyes, and he flapped his wings in distress.

“Oh, but I really do need to…” Michael chuckled. “You see, you treated me just like a pet, and that’s what you’re about to become. Just a little, tiny, helpless, insignificant animal.”

In that moment, Phil realized that his clothes were beginning to feel much, much baggier around himself. He let out a faint cry of surprise, trying to hold them upright. Unfortunately, the changes to his body rendered the motion impossible.

Down, down, down he shrank. Phil had once stood near eye-level with Michael, and now he barely reached the other man’s crotch. His cheeks burned in abject humiliation, which only grew worse as a thick, bushy tail sprouted from his backside. It swayed to and fro, growing bigger and bigger as he grew smaller and smaller.

“EEP EEP EEP!” Phil tried to beg for his humanity, but could only squeak. He looked frantically back to the massive squirrel tail behind himself, and whimpered. It was easily three feet long—not much by human standards, but with his new, miniscule frame…

Michael laughed at Phil’s pathetic attempts to flap his little red wings and take off. His poor pet was too heavy to take off and fly, weighed down both by his mane and by his thick, jiggly bunny butt. “Aw, I think you turned our marvelously.”

“Hee-haw!” Phil squeaked, like a donkey who’d snorted helium. The bray freed his tongue from his mouth, and he frowned at the taste of his own furry mane. Said mane looked horridly out of place on such a tiny animal, hardly befitting of the predator it mimicked.

Michael burst out into laughter, the sound all the louder for his size relative to Phil’s diminished form. “Oh, I’m so glad you agree. What’s that? You want to stay like this forever, and be my cute little cuddle-chimera?”

“Aww-hee! Moowoof! Bawk! Philly wanna eephaw!” Every time Phil tried to protest, he mimicked one of his constituent animals. The little chimera hopped around with his bunny legs, his thick cowy hooves clipping and clopping each time. His donkey ears and canine tongue flopped too, a cacophony of motion that somehow turned itself into a clearly endearing, utterly unique treat.

“That’s what I thought. My silly little pet,” Michael cooed, reaching up and perking Phil’s donkey ears. Then he scooped the chimera into his arms, cuddling the bundle of fluff and feathers. “Look at you, trying to bounce around. You’re such a wobbly, cuddly, goofy little cutie, yes you are!”

Time stayed exactly where it was. Phil’s world was that of an amalgamation of parts, a hybrid creature unlike any other. This was his body’s new form, and he gasped as he realized he’d be stuck like this forever. Light flashed before his eyes, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Michael laughed as Phil blinked away afterimages, the flash from his selfie having dazzled his new pet. “Sorry, hope you don’t mind. I’m just making sure that we’ll be able to remember this little moment forever.”