(F to Bimbo Poodlegirl)

(F to Bimbo Poodlegirl)

Mika looked over to Erin for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. She couldn’t help it, this whole tour was Erin’s idea, and that meant best friend was the only thing Mika was interested in. Not that Erin knew, of course.

Erin was in a state of ‘I’m bi, but not that bi’ that had somehow left her coming back to Mika for sex each night, with none of the actual emotional benefits of a relationship. Mika quietly wondered if there was a version of the word ‘simp’ that applied to women. ‘Maybe it’s gender-neutral,’ she thought. ‘that would be awfully progressive.’

“Isn’t this great? I can’t believe we won a couple of Platinum Tickets!” Erin giggled, as though she hadn’t had her rich father buy near a hundred palettes of candy just to make this happen.

“I can’t believe your current boyfriend wouldn’t want to spend the day with you,” Mika replied, flinching internally. “I mean, you know. There’s just so much to see here at Lilly Lonka’s Chocolate Factory, a legally distinct and separate entity from the other one.”

It was a bit of a mouthful, and at first Mika had wondered why Tour Guide Sarah had been so insistent on spitting out the paragraph of a title at every opportunity. Then they’d gotten to the Hot Cocoa River, and Mika started to understand why Lilly Lonka was so paranoid.

“Thanks for saying the whole thing! You have to understand, it’s for our own protection. I’d hate for anyone to get the wrong idea,” Lilly chirped innocently. “Of course, even more thanks are owed to Sarah for teaching you the full title, and not just the DBA.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Well, I do rather enjoy working here, you know.”

The two of them were cute together: an innocent inventor and her sassy employee. Mika felt another pang in her chest, only for Erin to grab her, the shorter girl’s breasts squishing against Mika’s arm.

“Hey, look at that! I can see little marshmallow clouds on the river! Shouldn’t they be melting?” Asked Erin, oblivious to the fact that Mika was the one far closer to melting than any candy.

“Um, uh, um,” Mika struggled to find the right words, and was saved by the inventor.

“Why, that’s part of the brilliance of it! You see, the hot cocoa only tastes hot! It’s actually quite a pleasant temperature. There’s a special transformative compound inside of it that, well, I’ve been told it’s a mouthful.”

“That’s so cool!” Exclaimed Erin.

“Room temperature, actually,” Sarah muttered.

Mika sent a glance down to Erin, only to find the blonde looking up expectantly. ‘By now you have to have found something to say, right?’ She asked her brain. “Aahhmmaa… You’re close,” she said. ‘Thanks, brain.’

“You’re looking a bit funny, your face is all flushed!” Erin put her hand up towards Mika’s head, her brow cutely furrowed.

‘I wonder why!’ “Well, it’s probably nothing, I just-”

Erin moved her hands to Mika’s shoulders, pushing herself up to press her lips against Mika’s forehead.

All of Mika’s thoughts came to a screeching halt, the moment seeming to stretch on for an eternity.

“Aha! I knew it! The lip test never lies. Hold on, I know just the thing to get you better!” With that, Erin raced away.

“She’s certainly cute,” Sarah said with a wry smirk. “Though judging by your reaction, I guess she doesn’t know it?”

Mika should have gotten upset at that, but her heart was still firmly settled on Cloud Nine. “Yeah, she’s the best, always running around like she owns the world. There’s something just so captivating about it that you can’t help but get pulled in…”

Sarah sighed, shaking her head, “I get the idea. If it helps, it does get better.” She cast her gaze towards Lilly pointedly. “The most important thing-”

“Hey! Wait! I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” shouted Lilly, a look of surprise clear in her eyes. She pushed past the two women, waving both her hands.

“Wait, what’s the most important thing?” Mika asked, a little more desperate than she’d have liked to admit.

“It’s okay! As long as it’s hot cocoa, it’s for-whoops!” A loud splash punctuated Erin’s sentence.

It took a few seconds to put two and two together, then Mika turned, eyes wide. “OmigodErin,” spilled out in a breath, the next few breaths turned to huffing and gasping as she sprinted towards the bank of the Hot Cocoa River.

Sure enough, Erin had somehow found a way to get sucked out a few yards into the river, and she looked to be struggling with the current. Her hands frantically pawed at the water, and Mika increased her pace.

“Out of the way!” She dashed past Lilly, diving into the water without a moment’s thought for her safety. Luckily, the inventor was true to her word: the cocoa wasn’t hot at all—except for the few droplets that got into her mouth as she swam. ‘Go figure. Maybe Erin was right about this place being magical.’

“Mika! Help me-MMPH!” Erin splashed about, head dipping below the surface. “Something’s wrFFPH!”

A cloud of the thick, white, foamy cream had surrounded her, clinging to her hair, collar, and wrists. If it wasn’t for the fact that she might be in danger, it would probably be hilarious.

Mika swam faster, noticing that some of the marshmallow fluff was clinging to her as well. Luckily, it didn’t stop her from reaching Erin, scooping one arm around the girl’s waist and then paddling back towards shore.

Mika had been born by the ocean, and was a natural swimmer—though there was something different about swimming in a bathing suit and swimming with clothes on. Instead of a lifeguard’s stroke, she was only able to manage a half-doggy paddle, which seemed to greatly concern the two women on the shore.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have done that,” called Sarah.

“It’s-mmph-fine!” Mika called, swallowing another mouthful of hot cocoa in the process. It really was good cocoa, to be fair. “I’m-ghrfff-almost therUFF!” With a huff, she reached the shore, pulling her crush onto the bank of mint-chocolate grass.

“Don’t worry, I know CPR!” Mika rolled Erin over without looking, first doing her best to reassure the other two women. Then, as her head dipped towards Erin’s, something cool and wet met her lips.

“Mmph!?” Mika blinked, crossing her eyes to see what looked like a dog’s muzzle beneath her lips. Small, surprisingly powerful hands pressed up against her chest, rolling her over onto her back, pressing her against the grass. The pressure only increased as the hands swelled, fingers devolving into nubs and palms swelling out into thick pads.

“Mika… Such a good girl…” Erin slurred, her voice distorted by the canine muzzle that had replaced her jaw. Her eyes crossed slightly to look at it, and she reached a developing paw towards it. As she did, the marshmallow fluff coalesced around her, turning from wisps of sugar into strands of poofy, white fur.

It looked just like a poodle’s coat.

“I really should have warned them about this,” muttered Lilly.

“You think? It happens every time,” scoffed Sarah.

Erin started to huff, her new fluffy white collar of fur bouncing with each breath she took. It wasn’t the only thing bouncing: her tongue was growing, wetly thumping against her chin too. Small, warm flecks of chocolate-flavored drool dripped down onto Mika’s chest.

“Awh fuheel funneeee…” Erin whimpered. Her lips puffed up, darkening, thickening.

‘Getting more kissable… No, wait, what the heck am I thinking!’ Mika started to squirm beneath her transforming friend, feeling a heat come over herself as well. “H-hey, one of you! Do something!”

“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing we can do until the changes have finished. After all, a doctor can’t diagnose their patients if they’re not ill,” lectured Lilly.

“You call this ‘not ill’!?” Mika grabbed Erin’s cheeks, turning the poodle-girl’s face towards the two.

“Whuff?” Erin sputtered, adding her part to the conversation. A thick, poofy white tail started to wag behind herself, shaking her hips in a way that thoroughly distracted Mika.

“Perhaps that was a bad example. Although… It certainly seems my caution was warranted. There’s something else happening here…” Lilly rubbed her chin, gears in her head turning.

“Yeah, can’t say that I’ve seen that…” Sarah mumbled.

“What’rrre you talking about?” Growled Mika. She wriggled her hips a little, rolling them up against Erin’s body. It felt good, especially because the chocolate fur on Erin’s body was dissolving her clothes. The soft fluff was a new texture to the warmth of her body, and it felt so good to press against her…

“Well… Between your legs, is… Ahm…” Lilly blushed.

“A little hard to say, isn’t it?” Sarah stressed one of the words in particular, a teasing smile on her face.

Erin’s wet nose pressed against Mika—or, to be more precise, against a part of Mika that definitely should not have been there. It felt incredibly good, but at the same time…

Mika stared down at what was unmistakably a canine cock, the brown fur of its sheath unwinding her jeans, allowing Erin’s poodle face to press against it insistently.

“Thmelllth guuhuhuhuhoood…” Erin’s eyes glazed. The last of her own pants fell off, revealing thighs that were still somewhat human in nature, with thick, fat thighs and an ass Mika could bounce a quarter off.

“I have a cock!? Why the fRUFFck dOOF I hARF a cock!?” Barks tore out from Mika’s throat, though she was still mostly human. There was a little more fluff on her body than there should have been, but at least she could walk… Though it looked like walking would soon be the last thing on her mind.

“Why, indeed…” Mused Lilly.

“Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Mika has a crush on Erin?” Sarah offered bluntly.

Mika and Erin both stared at her wordlessly, though Erin continued to cutely pant, her tail quietly swooshing through the air.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. You two have far more to worry about than a little cat being let out of the bag.”

“Or a poodle!” Added Lilly, unhelpful to a fault.

“Meekaah…. Meekahhuhuhuh luhvs Eruhn?” Erin asked stupidly. Her muzzle broke into a wide smile, and she hopped off the girl, turning around and wiggling her fat ass needily. “Mate? Muhuhuhate? Mate mate matuhhuhuhuhARF!”

Mika paused, her mind beginning to wage a war on several fronts. The selfish part of her brain was screaming to take Erin for her own. ‘Look at her. She’s a chocomallow bitch just begging for your dick. What’s so wrong about that?’

The selfless part of her brain countered with how the moral thing would be to try to find a cure, or something. ‘She’s clearly only this horny because she’s turning into a dog. It would be wrong to feel that fat, thick, fluffy body beneath us.’

The rational part of her brain was scrambling for reasons not to have the pleasure she’d denied herself for so long, soon agreeing with the deviant part of her brain that wanted to know how it felt to try out her new dick. ‘I mean… I’m changing too… And I’ve never known this kind of pleasure before. Maybe it’s better to cum like this, to get that feeling of satisfaction…’

Meanwhile, the growing canine part of her brain had a much simpler point: ‘Fuck.’ It commanded her body to mount her treasured Erin, arms wrapping around the girl’s waist while they still could. Her hips pushed forward, cock finding its mark and spearing Erin’s poodle pussy.

“Guh!” gasped Mika, mind snapping back to the present, a present that was tight and warm, folds clenching and enveloping her stiff cock. “Guhhhuhhuhuhuhhh!”

As she humped, she could feel her face creak out just like Erin’s had. Her canines grew sharper, a fact easily noticed by her swelling tongue. She’d never considered before what it would be like to have her tongue grow in her mouth: the muscle was a constant she’d had her entire life, and now it was utterly alien to her.

It grew thicker, larger, pressing against the backs of her teeth and the roof of her mouth until with a sputtering bark she had to let it spill past her lips, drool dripping onto Erin’s back.

This seemed to be exactly the kind of reassurance Erin needed, because she let out a contented whimper that impossibly made Mika even harder. “Fuuhhhuck puppeee,” slurred the girl, her eyes glazing over into vacant, contented stupidity.

“Ah, so it still makes them dumb. Fascinating,” said Lilly.

“Buht ah dun wannuh be duhhhuhuhuhWROO!” Mika whimpered, continuing to thrust into her poodle bitch. To her surprise, neither of their tits were shrinking. If anything, they were growing larger, fatter, swinging below them. ‘Sexy… Horny… Hot…’

“Sorry, but there’s nothing we can do about that. On the other hand, think about how good it’s going to feel to be able to give up your every inhibition. You don’t need to worry about hiding from Erin that you want her. She’s yours to take whenever,” Sarah cooed.

Mika’s eyes rolled as her pendulous tits brushed her nipples against Erin’s furry back, and she could feel Erin squirming beneath her. She pressed down harder, knowing that Erin was getting off from having her poodle tits pressed against the grass.

“See? It’s so much better when you have fun like this, isn’t it?” Sarah cooed, reaching out and petting the poodles’ snouts.

Erin dopily rubbed her cheek against the woman’s palm, rolling her hips back against her mate, not a single care in her stupid brain. The last human brain cells she had to rub together barked out a pair of words that would forever seal both their fates. “Luhhv… YawROO!”

Mika’s eyes widened, heart pounding in her ample chest. Her cock bulged, a knot sealing the two of them together, to the point that each of Mika’s thrusts flopped Erin’s ears, bouncing her like a toy.

“Awh luhv yoo Uhuhuhuhriinnn!” Mika howled, slobbering onto her mate’s back, feeling her clench and cum. The spasms of Erin’s fluffy body sent Mika into overdrive, and she came hard, hot seed gushing into her poodle mate, hopefully filling her with a full litter of their pups.

‘You know… Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all,’ were Mika’s last human thoughts, her mind emptying and growing wonderfully, contentedly blank.