“Hey, did you know that Emiko lives around here?” You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.

Brandy, your girlfriend and love of your life—or else, as she likes to remind you—pokes her head around the corner. “Come again?”

You could try lying. Then maybe you’ll only spend a day as her bra, or one of her shoes. But last time she got in a mood like that you had to miss a week of work. And you’re pretty sure that your boss won’t accept ‘stuck in the laundry hamper’ as an excuse again. Or maybe he will. There’s a good chance he’s just as terrified of her as you are.

Either way, you don’t want to flip that coin.

“She’s a streamer. See, right now she’s doing an stream-slash-interview with that cute reporter,” you realize the mistake you’ve made as you say it, but by now it’s too late to back down, “from the evening news, so you know… That means she’s local, right?”

“Oh really?” Brandy’s tone is sweet, but you already know the malice that’s layered within her every word. She’s the jealous type, after all. That’s what you hope, at least. The alternative, that she’s just looking for easy excuses to have fun with you, is a little too terrifying to contemplate.

She glides beside you, bumping your chair to the side with her hips. You catch sight of her perfectly round backside, and for a moment she’s completely forgiven for what she’s about to do.

Then logic reasserts itself, and you try to make a case for the two unsuspecting women. “You know, Emiko’s just someone online, and I’m not even subbed to her.”

“Mhmm.” Brandy’s eyebrows furrow for a second.

“And Lana’s just a newswoman, it’s her job to go around talking to weirdos like that.”

“Oh? You’re into weirdos?” Brandy chuckles. “All the better that I’m a little weird myself, then. Right?”

It’s a trap. It’s just like when she asked if you thought she was fat, and you ended up as a cow for an entire weekend. But silence would be even worse.

“Yeah, but I like your weird. People who put themselves on the internet like those two are on a different level. And not in a good way. Right?” You flinch at that last word, unable to keep it from slipping out.

Brandy laughs, but that doesn’t do much to calm your nerves. “Oh, I love how honest you are.”

You allow yourself a moment of hope to think that maybe you’ve done it, and have turned her off whatever idea she was plotting.

“It’ll make seeing your face all the more delicious,” she purrs, stroking your cheek. She circles behind you, arms draped over your shoulders. “Go on. You like to watch these two, don’t you? So watch.”

You turn your attention to the stream to see Lana finishing up a question. You didn’t catch what it was, but that doesn’t matter as much as Emiko’s reaction. The streamer looks a bit nervous, her pink highlights bobbing as her head flicks quickly from side to side.

“Muphl, thwut’s uh guh kwesschun…” Emiko mutters, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. She works her jaw gently, and you can see her cheeks bulging slightly.

You know what’s happening to her, at least a little. Brandy loves to start her transformations tongue-first. You can feel your girlfriend’s hot breath on your neck, and one of her hands slips off your shoulder.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that,” says Lana with a smile.

You resign yourself to the fact that you’re responsible for what’s happened to these two women, and sit back to watch.

xXx

“What was it that drove you to trying to make a career out of streaming?” Lana asks, looking over to Emiko.

Emiko looks from side to side all the more frantically, her cheeks bulging more and more. She feels herself changing; feels how thick and swollen her tongue has gotten. But there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

Lana sees some of it happening, and leans in closer. “Hey… Is everything okay?” Unfortunately, she’s just entered the ‘Splash Zone’, as Emiko practically spits up her own tongue.

“Blghuhhh!” Emiko manages, the long and slobbery appendage leaving a few flecks of drool at the corner of the camera. “Whuh-whuth happuhnin’ to meeee!?” It flaps wetly against her chin as she does her best attempt to speak.

“Oh my God!” Lana scoots back, clearly torn between wanting to help and wanting to wipe her face. In the end, she realizes she’s totally unprepared for whatever’s happening, and settles for frantically drying her face of Emiko’s drool.

“Mmm… Close. Goddess would be more accurate,” a new voice interjects. It’s as though it’s projected into their heads, and the women look about themselves in confusion.

“Wh-who’s there?” A tremble slips into Lana’s voice.

Emiko can only whimper, snot dripping down her face as her nose starts to swell. It turns dark and spongy, flattening somewhat on her face even as it broadens. It’s a dog’s nose, which means it overwhelms her brain with the sensations of scents that the human mind not once considered defining.

“I’m Brandy, hi. I’m not really a longtime fan, though I promise you I’ll be playing this vod on loop for weeks.”

“This is all a trick, right? I mean… It has to be!” Lana looks to Emiko for confirmation, flinching at the blind panic in the other girl’s eyes.

“Trick? That’s a bit demeaning. What I’m doing is much more fun. See, I have complete control over… Well, everything. Here’s a demonstration.” Brandy clicks her fingers.

Lana stiffens in her chair, her eyes going wide. Her mouth falls slack, and small whimpers slip from her throat. There’s little else she can do right now, her brain is melting away. One of her eyes unfocuses slightly, then both close.

When they reopen, they’re vacant, yet brimming with a purpose. The woman grips her shirt with both hands, tearing it down the middle and scattering its buttons to clack into the corners of the room. The motion reveals six new swelling teats. Each start as a cup size smaller than the row above it, but as Lana’s ample cleavage grows, it’s clear that they’ll soon be much, much larger.

“Whuff?” Emiko manages, before Lana tackles her. The girl tries to press against Lana to push her off, but her hands betray her. Palms fluff into overstuffed pads, fingers losing dexterity to the point where they can do little more than wiggle. Dense, shaggy fur bursts from everywhere else along her arms.

“Aw, how cute. Just to keep you in the loop… I’ve just replaced everything that Lana is with the overwhelming need to have you press that embarrassingly large tongue against her boobs. And see? She loves it too.”

“Nauuuwh, uh dun wannnuh!” Emiko tries to pull her head away, but Lana had a size advantage over her even before this started.

Now, the reporter’s body begins to grow further. White, brown, and black shades race along her skin: black along the back, white on her belly, hands, feet, and lower face, and brown everywhere in between. Fur starts to grow from this new hide, and Emiko tears up at the gross sensation of her tongue sticking to the other woman’s new hair.

“Oop. Better be careful. Fur is a bit contagious,” Lana laughs.

Emiko shudders, angling her head back and howling as a veritable mane of fur erupts from her throat. It’s dense and presses back against her skin, choking her slightly as the hairs grow longer and longer. The pressure grows worse against her vocal chords, and her light tones deepen to rough, coarse barks.

“PuhGHOOF! ChOOF muh buhuhuhWOOOF!” Emiko forces each ‘word’ out between Lana’s insistent pressing, drowning in the changing woman’s soft breasts.

Emiko reaches a paw out desperately towards the camera, hoping; praying that there’s someone out there who can hear her pleas.

“Hey, um…” A new male voice interjects.

xXx

“Don’t you think you could… You know, at least turn off the camera?” You pause. “That question was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

You look over your shoulder, and see her glaring daggers at you.

“I’m sor-” is all you can manage before she strips you of the ability to speak.

“Ah-ah, you’re not part of the show yet. Be a good boy and pipe down, will you?” Brandy fixes you with a smile that sent shivers up and down your spine.

Still, it’s not like you can do much anything else…

xXx

“Sorry about that. My boytoy needs to be reminded of his place from time to time. Now, where were we…” Brandy clicks her fingers again.

Lana convulses, intellect surging back into her brain. She looks down at the furrier girl beneath her, recoiling in horror. Dark black and brown fur has covered every part of Emiko’s body, save for her face. Her tongue and nose are the only changed parts there, which is almost crueler than having changed her entirely. At least then nobody could recognize her.

Lana gasps. “Oh my God,”

“Goddess,” mutters Brandy.

“I’m so sorry!” Lana looks down, yelping at the sight of her own changed arms. It gives her a perfect view of her fingers shuddering and twisting. Her grip on Emiko slips, shortening fingers unable to wrap around a pencil, much less the other girl’s arms.

“We’re turning into… Dogs?” Lana gasps. She feels Emiko shudder beneath her, but can’t get off of her before the slender streamer starts to expand.

Her delicate chest barrels out, teats bubbling up beneath the fur. It leaves her with a few curves, though not a one of them are human in nature. Meanwhile, her upper arms and thighs grow thick and powerful, shearing through her crop-top and yoga pants.

“URRHOOF!” The bark sounds odd coming from Emiko’s mostly-human face, though her canine tongue still sends flecks of saliva towards Lana.

As though her face wants to be splashed, Lana’s nose and mouth jerk forward into a blunt snout. Her upper lip puff up slightly, though not to the full extent of jowls. Lana recoils in horror, reaching a paws up to this latest affront to her humanity.

“Ooh, full points for getting it right. You’ll be a Bernese, and I think I’d like that cute bitty streamer to end up as a big dumb Tibetan. Won’t that be fun?”

“No!” Lana sobs, arching forward as a thick, shaggy tail bursts from her spine. Her shoulders and hips wrench at the same time, locking her to a life on all fours.

“That question wasn’t for you, nitwit,” Brandy snaps, “learn how to hear.”

Both girls press their teats against one another, shuddering and squirming as their ears grow longer, heavier, floppier. Each motion of their heads makes their ears bump against their cheeks, and they whimper in horror.

“Hm. Though I suppose to be fair, you can’t have known I was talking to someone else. Oh well, it had to happen at some point. Now, be a good girl and lose that pesky brain again. Emiko and I have something for a mutual friend of ours.”

“Whuh?” Emiko slobbers, whimpering as an unseen force drags her face towards the camera; then through it.

xXx

You jerk back in shock at the sight of Emiko’s nose and mouth extending through your screen, some kind of portal connecting your two rooms.

“Ooh, you weren’t kidding. She is close. Don’t worry, her eyes are still on the other side. You two could bump into each other on the street and she’d have no idea who you were,” Brandy clicks her fingers, and your body starts to move too.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see Lana vacantly drooling like an idiot, her Bernese features frozen in a happy smile. Then Emiko’s changed face fills your world, her mouth open as she pants.

You kiss her, and her big tongue floods your mouth. You swear you can feel it deep in your throat, it’s plunged so deep into your mouth.

“Aw, you two do make a cute pair,” Brandy rubs your neck, and you feel something tingle in your throat. You think she’s just let you talk again, but it’s not that it’ll do you much good. Anything you try to say would be muffled by Emiko’s kiss.

Still, you at least try. “Ughm thawwy,” you mutter, shuddering from how Emiko is literally drooling down your throat. You gulp, and feel your throat constrict around her tongue.

“I know you are, puppy. But your punishment’s not done yet. I can’t just have my boy ogling bitches on the street, can I?” Brandy pulls back from you. She tugs the chair away from your body, then grabs you by your ankles, lifting you up.

“Muughm! Mmmphhh!” You groan, your lips fastened to Emiko’s like glue. Both of your faces begin to change, stretching against one another. Her wet tongue slides back up towards your mouth, just as your own tongue stretches past her darkening lips, to her gums then to her cheeks.

You can see her eyes tearing up on the other side of the monitor, her paws pressed firmly against the table. Her head pulls back slightly, and your darkening nose is pulled through the screen, giving you a good whiff of her streaming room. All you can smell is the musk of the two dogs that now live in it.

Then Brandy pulls back on your legs, pulling you back firmly onto this side of the screen, dragging Emiko’s snout through it again. “Pant, bitch,” Brandy says, and Emiko’s teats jiggle as she begins to hyperventilate.

Your mouths are still connected, so every puff of her breath fills your mouth with its thick canine taste. It fills your lungs too, bulging your chest. You can feel your pores tingle, golden hairs pressing outwards from your body in time with her sharp breaths. Each huff Emiko makes brings your body closer and closer to a canine destiny.

You try to look behind you towards Brandy, but your changing neck is locked ahead towards the big, drooly dog you’ve locked lips with. The best you can manage is a feeble whimpered attempt to beg for your humanity.

“Plleathe,” you try not to notice how Emiko’s cheeks bulge when you try to talk.

“Bark.” Brandy commands. You expect to feel it in your throat, but it looks like that command wasn’t meant for you.

“HGWOOF!” Emiko puffs up your own cheeks, and you feel the bark tearing through your mouth into your vocal chords.

“BuhrandOOF!” You bark back, realizing you don’t have many words left.

“WOOF!” Emiko’s eyes cross slightly as she tastes your breath, and you can see the humanity slipping away from her.

“Ughm thaWRUFF!”

“WOOF!” Her eyes are glazed, and her tail starts wagging. Her tongue slops inside your mouth as she pants, eagerly returning your canine kiss.

“THAWURFF! HHHUOUFF!” The two of you bark into each other’s mouths until you can’t talk and she can’t think. Then, mercifully, the kiss breaks, and her head is tugged back through the monitor.

Brandy still holds you by your ankles, lifting you up by them like a wheelbarrow. Your hands scrabble against the desk, lengthening nails clacking against the wood. Then they slip off, and your palms thump against your carpet. She gives you a shake, and your shirt falls over past your canine head, pooling around your wrists.

“Hyyyn…” You whimper plaintively.

Brandy giggles and lets you down onto all fours, only to lift you up by your forepaws. “Around my shoulders, like we’re dancing.”

The pose isn’t natural to your canine body. Your feet shrink, pulling back towards your heels in time with your toes swelling. They tap at the floor as you struggle to retain your balance.

“Now, time for me to have a taste too…” Brandy licks her lips, pressing them against your snout. Her thin tongue presses against yours, and it feels so good that you almost miss the sensation of your spine stretching outward, pulling out into a tail.

You press your paws firmer against her shoulders. Your tail wags from the wonderful feeling of her lips, your own tongue flicking into her mouth. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your own heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Her hands go from rubbing your cheeks to stroking the backs of your ears, much too easily. She can do it without having her palms leave the sides of your fluffy snout, which means that your ears are just as floppy as the others’.

Brandy breaks the kiss after what feels like hours of bliss, her eyes sparkling. “Mnnn, delicious.”

Your tail wags at the praise, and your boxers fall to your ankles. Your legs step over them instinctively, kicking them away. It’s not like you’re particularly cold without them, thanks to the thick golden fur that’s covering you.

“Now, for your punishment.” She licks her lips, taking a step back from you and dropping you onto all fours. Your tail tucks between your legs, and you look up to her with round, fearful eyes.

“They live nearby, don’t they? So, if you ever want to be human again, you have to rut with one of them. Oh, but to make it interesting, let’s say you have… Five hours to track them down. I’ll even make every door in your way a doggy door, because I’m nice like that.”

Another canine whimper slips from your throat. You remember what their room smells like, but what good will that do?

“Don’t give me that look,” Brandy laughs. “You want another hint? Okay, have you a little guide. Well… It won’t be little for long, if you’re good.”

You feel it between your legs. Panicked, you pad in a small circle, remembering the last time she’d changed you there. However, this time instead of your manhood vanishing, you find it pleasantly tingling when you face certain directions.

Slowly, you turn towards the most intense sensation, and your eyes roll with bliss. It takes you a second to recognize that you’ve let your tongue hang out from your mouth, the heavy pink muscle flopping with each breath from your goldie chest.

“Aw, who’s my good boy? Not you, obviously. But you never know, I might just go and pick up someone while you’re gnitnuh.”

The last word seems wrong to you. You try to focus on it, but it glosses off of your brain. Your eyes widen in horror.

“Oh, did I not noitnem? The more you use that little compass, the more your niarb starts to dnecsed into canine bliss. One word for every second, so better hurry, lover boy.”

You turn and run towards the direction that gives you the biggest tingle in your crotch, paws scampering in fear. How long will it take you to get to the two? Will you even get there in time to remember why you’re there?

xXx

Brandy watches you leave through a crack in the windows. She doesn’t know if you’ll find them, nor does she really care. Regardless of the outcome, at midnight tonight, you’ll appear in her bedroom, safe and sound, ready to give her a proper knotting.

After all, good toys are hard to find. And you’re a very, very good toy.