(Woman to Horse)
(Woman to Dog - Chow Chow)
(Woman to Monkey)
Today was a big day for Autumn: she was finally going to meet her Grand Little. She’d heard bits and pieces of what Evie was like, but now Sarah was finally going to bring her over. Even if Sarah was running late, the redhead couldn’t keep bouncing her leg in excitement.
“Was it fun for you to meet Sarah?” Autumn turned to her companion, Quinn. Quinn was Autumn’s own Big, and had taken a special day away from her kids for this Girl’s Brunch Out. Though that hadn’t quite kept her from checking her phone almost religiously.
“What, you are nervous about being a Grand Big? You will be fine, us Double-O K’s tend to have big sisterhoods.” Quinn still hadn’t lose her accent since moving Stateside, probably because she married another Eastern European.
Autumn considered asking her for a reminder where her husband was from again, but couldn’t think of a better way to phrase it than ‘which –stan is Mihaly from.’ Instead, she focused on Evie. “Yeah, but… I mean, didn’t it make you feel old? I mean, damn, I’m just graduating grad school and already my Little’s got a Little of her own!”
Quinn slapped Autumn’s hand lightly, a smile on her face. “Old! You are calling me old just for having a man of my own and childrens?”
“No, nothing like that!” Autumn laughed. Then she paused, thinking for a moment. “Well. Maybe a little like that.”
“The absolute nerve!” Quinn beamed teasingly.
Autumn hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this. She’d been so cooped up in her studies that she never really had time to break away for some time with old friends. Now that she was able to talk to Quinn again, it was… Well, nice.
And, judging from the loud footsteps behind her, it was about to get nicer.
“Yo!” Sarah lifted a hand. The motion bounced her chest slightly, and Autumn was somehow relieved to see that her Little still hadn’t gotten in the habit of wearing a sports-anything. Hopefully nowadays she’d at least picked up on why she had so many guys who wanted to be her tennis duo. “Sorry we’re late, Evie was checked out on some article.”
Sarah took a step to the side, revealing an adorably petite girl with dark hair and bright eyes. “It’s not ‘some article,’ it’s destiny itself! How many times you want me to explain this?” The girl pouted, folding her arms. Autumn quietly wondered if she was that energetic when she was that age. No, surely not.
“She’s a bit high-strung.” Sarah dropped into the chair next to Autumn. “Hey Quinn, how’s things?”
“Don’t just ignore me, that’s rude!” Evie huffed, still standing. Autumn toed out the empty seat at the table for her, but the girl instead slapped a hand against the table. “You all can’t mean to tell me that you don’t think there’s anything to be gained from looking into your spirit animal, right?”
“Eh, tried it once with peyote, never again,” said Sarah with a wave of her hand.
Autumn blinked. “Hold on, when was this? Wait, was this why you took that extra month off after your ‘volunteer trip?’ We thought you were sick!”
“Never said that, said I was getting better. You simply chose to hear what you wanted to,” Sarah grinned.
“I cannot help but think that Autumn is not at fault for that,” Quinn chuckled. “But college is the time to experiment, is it not?”
“Exactly my point!” Evie hopped back into the conversation. Autumn smiled at her, glad the girl didn’t feel awkward around the three old friends. She’d really make for an excellent sister. “We need to experiment, so what better time to experiment than the present? Listen, you would not believe it. Did you know that in Eastern culture, there are animals for each year?”
Quinn perked up. “I have heard of that! I think that I am the year of the, ahm… Bigger than a pony…”
“Horse,” Autumn offered.
“Yes! Very good! The year of the horse. Dear Evie, I would be honored to have you say what you think that means of me,” Quinn nodded graciously towards the girl.
“Huh? Well, I’m not able to tell that. Only you’ll be able to do that for yourselves.” Evie tilted her head. “I mean, the point is to get in touch with your spirit animal, not to have someone lecture you about it.”
“You’re losing them, Evie,” Sarah laughed. “She’s sometimes got her head in the clouds, you know? Straight A’s though. Try this: can you give us an example?”
Evie perked up and nodded, pointing across the quad to a woman Autumn recognized as one of her old teacher’s assistants. “Do you see her?”
“Oh! That is Kimberly, she was from my dorm and a year older than myself!” Quinn beamed. “What about her? Is there something to her being born in the year of the snake?”
As the question left Quinn’s mouth, Kimberly stumbled, looking down to her legs in alarm. Her thighs seemed to be stuck together beneath her skirt, and she pressed her hands against them—only for her back to arch, her head facing skyward.
“Something’s-” Autumn began, looking on in confusion.
The woman’s arms sucked back into her shoulders and her entire body compressed like clay, stretching skyward, slipping out of the collar of her shirt. Her skin darkened to a glossy shade of greenish black, her tongue flicked from her mouth, and she landed on her belly as a large, squirming serpent.
“-wrong,” Autumn finished, her mouth a little slower to catch on than her brain.
Time seemed to slow. Autumn had heard of things like this before, everyone had. But the chance of someone being a Shifter was supposed to be one in a million. Suddenly the girl’s energy took on a more sinister tone, and Autumn’s eyes rounded.
It wasn’t quite fear she felt. She didn’t know what it was. But it definitely wasn’t the same giddy excitement that Evie sported.
Quinn stammered out a string of syllables that Autumn was pretty certain meant some sort of prayer, then Evie rounded on her.
“So, you’re, like, my GG-Big, right? That means you’re going to be an extra big horse!” The worst part was how innocent she sounded during all of it, like nothing was wrong. Hell, to her, maybe nothing was wrong.
Quinn prattled on for a few more seconds before pawing at her chest. “No, I mean, I do not-I do not want for this to be happening, please! I have the husband and children!”
“Well, if you like it enough, I guess I can bend the rules and make them horses too, after all I did just make this game up.” Evie smiled, and with that the woman’s fate was sealed.
Autumn watched as her big sputtered, frame suddenly gaining bulk and muscle she’d surely never had in her life. The chair split beneath her, sending her onto a widening rump that seemed to shake the ground. A ripple of motion traveled through Quinn’s body, adding more and more muscle and bulk, enough to split every seam on her demure outfit.
“Is she a goddamn beer horse!?” Sarah shouted, standing from her own chair in horror.
“They’re called Clydesdales,” Evie replied with a slow smile, watching the older woman become something altogether other than human.
Quinn’s throat bulged, pulling her flattening head away from her shoulders. She tried to grab at it with her hands, but her fingers twisted into hooves; then her arms twisted that motion away from her too, forcing her hands to face forward at awkward angles.
Autumn didn’t get out of her chair like Sarah. She didn’t do much of anything, this was just too much to take in at once. Her fight or flight reflex was torn, and she couldn’t think of so much as a word.
Quinn had a different problem, with seemingly no shortage of words—yet a distinct incapacity to form them. “HurrhhEEIGH! HGGHEEIGGNYY!” Her stretched throat had torn the give of speech from her, and her eyes widened with fright as they pulled to the sides of her head.
The woman shook her head, blonde hair darkening to a drab brown mane that draped along her massive neck, and her body barreled into a form that was easily four times its old size. Shaggy, long fur stretched from her wrists and ankles like pom-poms as she rolled uneasily onto her feet, and then it was done.
The horse’s eyes were wide with fear, though it looked like some sort of instinct kept her from bolting away. Her mind was clearly her own, yet her body was nothing of the sort.
“Q-Quinn?” Autumn at last found her voice, reaching a trembling hand to the horse’s neck and pressing her hand against it. More of that feeling stabbed at her chest, and her brow furrowed. It was… Almost like desire. But that would be crazy, wouldn’t it?
“She’s fine, see? Don’t worry, as long as she can keep her animal side from taking over, she’ll be fine. And if she can really come to terms with it, then she’ll change back!” Evie chirped.
Sarah rounded on her Little. “The hell do you mughn fumwlugh!?” Her attempt at speech descended into a sloppy slobber, tongue bulging and bursting from past her lips like a party favor. She jerked her head back and her tongue flopped back against her chin. “EEVUH MWUHRROOF!”
Her head jerked forward as she started to bark. It was like a coughing fit, and with each bark she began to itch at her thighs, at her belly, and at her chest. The reason why was soon apparent enough, as long and thick fur poked from past the collar of her shirt, a shirt which soon began to puff up as it was inflated from within by more and more hair.
“I… I don’t…” Autumn gulped, watching Sarah’s form reshape itself with rapt eyes. She could hear her heart in her ears. She reached out with shaky hands again, stroking Sarah’s bare cheek; then the thick mane of fur around her neck; then her cheek again. With the second pet, Sarah’s face started to droop into heavy, drooly jowls.
“Ooh, you like this, huh?”’ Evie leaned in, smiling. “She’s becoming a Chow Chow. I think they’re super cute, don’t you?”
Quinn had turned into a Clydesdale, and Sarah was turning into a Chow Chow. Sweet, slender Quinn had turned into some kind of plow animal, and the athletic, independent Sarah was becoming a huge and fluffy guard dog. Autumn’s brain felt like it was bouncing with excitement, and those thoughts looped in her head, round and round.
“Go ahead.” Evie pressed a hand against Sarah’s back, sending the girl spilling onto her Big’s lap, the motion making Autumn’s toes curl in delight.
“Awwhwurf?” Sarah might have been trying to pronounce Autumn’s name. She might have been confused by what was happening; how Autumn could enjoy this. All Autumn knew was that her breath felt so warm, and her body was getting so heavy and fluffy.
Autumn grabbed hold of the girl’s shirt, tearing it with a strength that surprised her, digging her hands into the soft and white fur that carpeted her friend. It felt good, too good. She surprised herself by pressing her cheek against Sarah’s long tongue, rubbing against it, feeling how rough and slobbery it was.
Sarah tried to pull back, but Autumn held onto her tighter, eager to feel more changes. Already she could feel more bulges growing in rows along the girl’s belly, each one shrinking Sarah’s breasts a little more. It was like the growth of these new, soft teats was stealing her old womanhood form her.
Autumn licked her lips, wriggling her hips in her chair as suddenly nothing felt right. It was all so warm—no, so hot. She’d never felt like this in her life before, she’d always been so tame. Was this something that Evie was doing to her?
As though the girl was reading her thoughts—hell, maybe she was—Evie shook her head. “Sorry, not me! Guess you’re really going to find out a lot about yourself today, huh?”
Something in her tone was just so casually matter-of-fact that Autumn curled her toes even more, digging them into her socks. She spread them and felt the canvas of her shoes around her toes, the sensation as oddly pleasurable as seeing her friend change into a dog.
Sarah continued to writhe in discomfort as more and more of her humanity was stolen from her. She grew a heavy, shaggy tail. Her hands bulged into humiliatingly large paws. Her body was forced onto all fours, so that she was leaning all of her weight against Autumn, all of her wonderful canine weight.
“More…” Autumn’s face was flushed. Her heart raced. She grabbed at Sarah’s body greedily, pulling more of that fur atop her, so that she could sink her arms into it and feel the hairs as though they were her own. Her cheeks rubbed at Sarah’s jowls, feeling them sway. “Muhhoore! Mu-muhh-muhhOOK!”
That wasn’t right. She looked to Evie in confusion, then into Sarah’s big, round, dumb canine eyes. In the brown orbs of her Chow friend, she saw betrayal, confusion, and a reflection that Autumn didn’t quite recognize.
It looked like her own face, but her nose was bigger, he lips a bit thicker… Autumn cocked her head to a side, watching as her reflection’s ears grew rounder, larger. Her reflection raised a furry arm towards them, and she felt her fingers press against her stretched lobes.
“AAHUH-AHH!?” Autumn’s heart pounded with even more confused, burning emotion. Somehow she hadn’t even considered that she might be changing too, or what that possibility meant for herself. Was it as good as seeing Quinn and Sarah change? Not quite. But at the same time, it still was… better? She didn’t quite have a word for it.
“Careful now, it looks like you’re giving in a bit too much. Keep letting your animal side win and you’ll end up a rock-stupid monkey,” Evie laughed. “I’m so glad that Sarah mentioned you were two years older than her! That made this super easy.”
The girl was hard enough to follow normally, but with Autumn’s clouded mind, it was like trying to decipher Quinn's native tongue. So instead, she focused on how it felt to have her body change more like this… And how it felt to know that her friends were still ‘inside’ their animal bodies, watching her enjoy her changes.
Something about the added judgement drove Autumn over the edge, and she pulled Sarah closer to herself. God, Sarah was just so damn big now… Or was Autumn shrinking? She didn’t know. She did know that she felt furrier, and that her feet were getting much too big for her shoes.
Autumn kicked her sneakers off with glee, wrapping her legs around Sarah’s waist so that she could see what was happening. It gave her a full view of her socks surreally bulging, as though they were each sock puppets filled by stretching hands.
Then, with the tear of splitting fabric, her changed feet were freed of their cotton confines. Her long, finger-like toes entwined with one another, and it sent such a shock of pleasure through her brain that she found herself grinding against the hapless dog that had once been her Little and it was all so perfect!
Her eyes rolled, jaw going slack as her skull cramped around her brain. But the apex of her pleasure came with a cost, as some of the pleasure of indulgence fled her thoughts. It seemed like a monkey’s mind wasn’t well-suited for kinks—though it still had plenty of room for shame.
The wave of humiliation crashed around her like an ice bath, but Autumn’ couldn’t keep her body from enjoying itself further. She let go of Sarah’s form, falling onto the ground and pawing at her fur, feeling how warm and flushed she was. At the same time, she fully felt the judgement of the animals that had been her friends, and it made her squirm.
“Nuh! NUuhOOK! OOH AAH!” She rolled onto her belly simply to be spared of their gazes, but the motion pressed her monkey breasts against the silk of her bra. The dimwitted instincts she’d unwittingly honed took over, and she began to rub herself against the ground like a shameless, stupid beast.
Then the animal within took over completely, leaving her last thoughts a swirl of shame mixed with the sweet satisfaction of pleasure. She rubbed at herself until she could hardly move, letting the human-like thing wrap its fingers around her waist, pulling her up into a hug.
Her animal instincts told her that though it looked like a girl, it was something altogether more—but she had no mind left to appreciate that just minutes ago, she’d been looking forward to meeting her. Similarly, she couldn’t understand the girl talking about continuing this game, or why the other animals seemed so concerned by that.