(Nikke TF, F to Dog)

It wasn't right. The room was as it should be: perfectly styled in black and white just to Rosanna's tastes. The mirrors in the room let her see her reflection at any moment, not for vanity but to ward off any potential ambushes. And yet somehow, someone had gotten the best of her.

She doubled over, he ample bosom heaving with each cough. Leaving her shirt unbuttoned was another strategy, intended to distract a potential mark. She regretted that now, feeling its golden buttons digging uncomfortably againt her chest.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" A voice called, to Rosanna's left.

The woman glanced up to her reflection, but it only confirmed she was alone in the room. Something was very wrong. She wasn't an ordinary human, poison shouldn't be affecting her like this. Yet she couldn't deny the sweat dripping down her face, matting her white-and-black hair and the fluff of her coat.

"What's this," she managed between breaths. Her throat was starting to feel better, but it sounded gruffer. Normally she had to act to get a hint of a growl beneath her words. "Did you, rig speakers, in my saferoom?"

Her answer came in the form of a shove, too strong to be human. Another Nikke, then? Rosanna fell onto her hands, intending to roll to a low crouch. Her gun was still at the doorway, but there was a hidden rifle beneath the table. If she could just reach...

Rosanna's arms betrayed her this time. She fell heavily onto her face and chest, shoulders not acting as they should. If she didn't know better, she'd think that they had locked forward, forcing her into the pose of a beggar. Or a beast...

The thought didn't sit well with her, and she forced her head up, studying the mirror a little closer... Ah. There. It was subtle, to the point that it could only be seen when searched for, but her reflection lacked the definition it should have.

Someone, somehow, had replaced the polished silver with screens, showing Rosanna a reflection that could be doctored.

"A smart one!" That voice chirped again, and Rosanna turned to see a familiar face, though one known only from browsing criminal records.

It was another Nikke, Sin, one of Missilis's failed experiments. She looked almost like any other girl, except for the mask which hung low around her neck. That wasn't good. The mask was meant to be a filter, something that would limit her power of speech.

The madmen had given Sin the power to hypnotize people with words alone. She was supposed to be in prison, though clearly Rosanna's intel needed to be updated.

"Sin, is it?" Rosanna's arms still resisted her, so she instead leaned forward, haunches lifting as she tried to rise to her knees. "I can't say you're making the best first impression."

"Well, if you already know my name, I think you've already gotten an impression. But don't worry! I haven't worked any magic on you." She dropped into Rosanna's chair, clicking the remote in her hands.

The mirrors in the room shimmered, the recorded effect dissipating for true reflections once more. Sin pursed her lips at the sight of the slight tan her mask had left on her face, and self-consciously tucked some of her hair from behind her ear to hide the line where pale skin met tan.

"Magic's a funny word for your derange-"

"Careful," Sin cut Rosanna off, tutting. Rosanna's hackles rose despite herself, and she growled lowly. It earned her a laugh from Sin, who reached a hand out and stroked behind her fellow Nikke's ears like she was some common animal. "Just because I haven't played with your brain yet doesn't mean I won't."

Rosanna could swear she could feel her teeth sharpening in her mouth. Her hindquarters lowered slightly, and she shook her head to brush Sin's hand away. "You do know I'm the leader of Hedonia? We won't stand for-"

Again, Sin interrupted her. Rosanna wasn't used to being interrupted. She hated it.

"You won't. You'll sit. You'll beg. Sometimes you'll go on walkies." Sin laughed, as though she was making sense. "Because even though I'm not going to toy with your brain, I'm certainly going to have some fun with your body." She paused, then laughed harder at the panicked look in Rosanna's eyes. "No, not like that, pervert. Careful, that cost you a few points."

"The hell do I care about any damn points!" Rosanna thumped a hand against the ground, intending to have made a fist. But something about her hand didn't feel quite right, and her mind quietly raced to find out precisely what it was. "Explain what's going on... to... me..."

She had seen her hand in her peripheral vision, or at least enough of it to tell that something was very, very wrong. Her fingers looked swollen, though not as much as her palms. They almost looked blistered, except for the fact that her skin had thickened into some kind of pawlike pad.

"Shake!"

Rosanna's body jerked to Sin's words like a marionette. She rocked back onto her haunches, her backside bumping against her ankles. One hand tucked itself under her chin for balance, and her other hand reached out to Sin, who grabbed it with both of hers.

"It's not my invention, I'm not nearly clever enough for it. But I am the only one who'd volunteered to use it, isn't that funny?" As Sin spoke, she stroked her fingers against Rosanna's hand.

Each pass of her cool touch coaxed a little more growth from Rosanna's hand, not just in terms of skin or muscle, but of claw and fur. Impossible as it was, soon enough the woman who should be a feared mob boss now sported a dog's paw for a hand.

Rosanna jerked her paw away, much too late. She tried to pretend she had broken free of Sin's control, and that the woman didn't just wait until she was too far gone to do anything about it. Rosanna hugged her changed hand tightly to her chest, as though keeping it under pressure could somehow staunch the changes.

"Wow, you're a real fighter! Plus a few points, I like that. Maybe two, or even three." Sin snickered. "If that was a gunshot, you'd be doing the right thing. But have you even considered that hand might be infectious?"

Rosanna looked down, chin bumping against the fur. Sure enough, white hairs were stretching out from between her sweat-stained breasts, drying as they grew. She opened her mouth to say... Something, anything. It was too slow. Her face stretched out, chin first, into a muzzle. It turned whatever sentence she'd been forming into a long, sorrowful howl.

"Cute," Sin giggled. "Speak again, girl."

"A-woof. Woof." Rosanna's voice still sounded like her own, which made it all the more humiliating. Her face was flushed with humiliation, but even if she could go for another of her hidden guns, it wasn't like she could use it.

After all, she'd used her good hand to hold her canine one. She could feel that changing too, and free of Sin's petting, the slow growth was even more apparent. Rosanna's nose crinkled as it darkened, standing out amid the short white fur of her new snout.

"Minus ten points. Hands on your ass, so you can tuck that tail between your legs." Sin's eyes narrowed. "Next time I say Speak, you put real effort into it. Got it?"

Rosanna's body jerked so suddenly that she was thrown off-balance. She fell clumsily onto her breasts for the second time that night, her snout painfully bumping against the chair. Her hands squeezed at her ass, and soon she could feel her spine stretch.

It was like someone had wrapped both hands around her tailbone and pulled back, back, back until her body succumbed to the force. As it grew, a torrent of hair fluffed around the new appendage. Then it tucked between her thighs.

Rosanna's short shorts dug embarrassingly into her ass as she shoved what felt like a duster between her soft thighs. She could feel it just as easily as any of her limbs, because it was part of her.

"Speak!"

"WARF! Yip!" Rosanna didn't know if she controlled how forceful the barking was, but she pretended she did.

Sin closed both of her eyes, clapping giddily. "Excellent work! Now, let's hear some panting!"

"Mlwuh!?" Rosanna let out a small moan of surprise as her tongue slid past her dark, rubbery canine lips. It stretched as she started to breathe at the air, lightly panting like she'd just had one of her morning jogs. "Huhhuhhuhhuhh..."

Sin's eyes were still closed, and Rosanna could swear she could see the girl's toes curling in her shoes. She could certainly smell Sin's pleasure, which in itself should have been an alien concept to her.

But being so close also gave her an advantage. She leaned forward a little more, shoving her growing tongue and pressing it against Sin's stocking.

The taste...

Rosanna's mind whirled at the thought of what might have been the worst mistake she could have made. Even through the nylons, Sin tasted sweet, with a hint of salt to it. She could feel the girl's sadism against her tongue, and in return could only soak her stocking with more drool.

Rosanna's body cramped with the licks. It was like just the thought of playing her tongue against Sin's cute form was enough to further pull the woman away from humanity, and towards a shameful canine form.

"Pfft! It looks like you're a collie dressed like a gangster, that's hilarious!" Sin's voice kissed Rosanna's lengthening ears, spiralling the woman's mind even further. "And I do so love puppy kisses, plus twenty points for that. You're going to be such a good girl."

Each word stained Rosanna's mind like ink dropped into pure water. It was hard to think of anything besides licking Sin, and before she knew it, she'd put her paws on her couch, bringin herself up to play her tongue against the girl's cheeks. Rosanna shoved her heavy breasts against Sin's chest, but the more she squeezed, the smaller they got. New teats made up for the loss, tickling against her much-looser shirt.

Why had she started to do this? To be a good girl? No. No that. It was. Was...

Rosanna's eyes crinkled proudly as she remembered. Just touching her hands had turned her into a dog. So licking Sin's clothes, her face... There was no way she was going down alone.

Sin's smile disappeared at the look in Rosanna's eyes, but it was already too late for her. Enough drool had covered her cheek to drip down her chin towards her cleavage, so surely, surely!

"Bad girl. Minus a thousand points." Sin stood, and Rosanna fell heavily onto her side.

Nothing was happening. Why wasn't anything happening? Did Rosanna read this wrong? She whined.

"Did you really think I'd let myself get infected? You dumb animal. Each virus is keyed to its target." Sin's words were sharper than her glare, and Rosanna withered beneath them.

No, this wasn't right! She was a mob boss! She controlled Hedonia! She wasn't a bad girl, was she?

"I was even going to let you keep your name, to be a good pet. But it looks like you couldn't appreciate that. So, Roxy,"

Roxy wondered why Sin put so much stress on her name. Was it because she was a bad girl? Because she wasn't. She... She shouldn't care about Sin's approval!

"You're clearly not a collie. No, some big, dumb, oafish brute like you should be much less dignified."

It was like a nightmare. Roxy's paws were bulging even more than... What? They were always paws, it wasn't like they had to bulge to begin with. Until now, of course. Now they were so heavy they hurt her arms to life them. Her body felt like it was growing too, judging from how her outfit was shrinking.

Outfit? That wasn't right. It was outside of her body, but it didn't fit. Roxy didn't like wearing things like this anyways, they were so tight against her fur that she... Shouldn't have fur. No, she liked these clothes. She loved wearing black and white. Because it was the only colors she could see as a dumb stupid drooling fat- No!

"Aw, you're fighting it. That's precious. I'd give you points if I still cared about you. But don't worry. I'll find you a good owner soon." Sin chuckled. "Someone that'll love that stupid face."

Rosanna's muzzle bulged. It grew blunter, and her cheeks sagged. Drool started to pool around her new jowls, and she shook them lightly in distress. The motion jiggled the rest of her fat body with it, spattering couch. That wasn't good, Roxy would get punished for... No, who would punish her?

Rosanna would. But Roxy was Rosanna. Wasn't she? No, she... It didn't make sense. Why would she be Rosanna, that was a person's name. It was much too hard for her to understand, as slow as she was. But Roxy wasn't supposed to be slow. Was she?

Her ears tremendously bulged, growing larger and heavier, to the point where they fell over, slapping lightly against her cheeks. The impact was barely like getting hit by a pillow. But for a brain that had already been battered by a certain Nikke's speech, she might as well have put her thoughts in front of an oncoming train.

Roxy's last word, if such a gasp could be called one, was "dhhuhrff." She didn't even know she was ever capable of speech, but some deep-seated instinct tried to have her get in one last parting shot. But that was a human's instinct, and it was soon erased with canine stupidity.

"Hm..." Sin looked at the drooling mess before her. "Yeah, you definitely look like less of a Collie now, and more of a Newf. That's good, it rhymes with doof! Isn't that great?"

Roxy thought it was great. She had no idea what the human was saying. She sniffed at the woman as though that might tell her something. Nope. She wagged her tail and hoped the nice words would continue.

"Ehh... Fatter."

Roxy's stomach gurgled as she bloated further, straining her clothes tighter against her body. Unfortunately, a life she no longer recalled had commissioned the outfit to be bulletproof, so there was no way she'd break it on her own. Two of her teats were caught between fabric and fat, nipples pinched in a manner that filled her dopey brain with conflicting emotions.

"And dumber."

Roxy didn't understand anything about anything. She felt so weird. Tight and fluffy and heavy and hot. She panted because that was supposed to cool down the hot. That didn't work. She rubbed against the human. That helped a little.

"Whoa, girl! Guess I went a little overboard, huh? Wait, crap, I was supposed to tell you about why you were being punished!"

Even if Sin had expected an answer, Roxy wasn't capable of giving one. Roxy wasn't even capable of reading the woman's tone, not intentionally. But her nose told her that the person wasn't mad at her, so that was good.

Sin shrugged, stroking the dog's jowls. "Ah, well. Who's gonna tell anyone I screwed up, huh? Definitely not you, right?"

The pause after her words meant... Roxy was supposed to bark? Roxy let out a stupid woof, and received a good pet in return. She thumped her big paws against the ground, wagging her tail and reveling in her simple bliss.

Gone was the strong, capable woman who'd once led one of the Ark's three biggest criminal empires. Not even her most loyal soldier would recognize her now. She was just a heavy, drooling, idiot mutt.