(Weird TFs, M and F to Various)

Katia looked at the two lovebirds, crinkling her nose. Even if she couldn’t read their thoughts, they would have been sickening with how cute they looked together.

Mike was surprisingly cute for his build, like someone oversized a plush and dressed it in a hoodie and jeans. Lilly was wearing her cutest outfit, stockings with ribbons—either to distract from or highlight how pleasingly they squished at her thighs, Katia couldn’t tell—and a sleek skirt with a red top.

Mike was currently waging an internal mental war, trying to debate if he should ask her about her outfit. It was shockingly close to one of his favorite characters’, but he was sure Lilly hadn’t seen the show. Instead, he kept asking her about her favorite movies, trying to get a read on future plans with her.

Meanwhile, Lilly’s thoughts were focused on how she’d hit the jackpot. Cute, tall, and rich? She animatedly described some of the best films that could be used as an excuse to cuddle him to. Occasionally, she’d brush her hand against his just to see him blush and tense.

Of course, those were just surface thoughts. Beneath that was a shockingly depraved layer of kink that was conveniently up Katia’s alley. On any other day, she might have humored them.

Unfortunately, the two happened upon her after she’d just found out she’d need to perform at least seven more changes this month or else have some of her spellcasting privileges revoked. Rules were rules though, and Katia was thoroughly pissed even before having her afternoon tea interrupted by two lovebirds that privately wanted to turn into every animal possible and screw each other’s brains out.

They first noticed her with the photos—it would have been hard not to. Katia had whipped out a Polaroid camera, complete with flash, and had snapped a couple of pictures of the two.

“Is that a Polaroid?” Lily blinked some of the spots from her vision, crinkling her nose.

“Ah, sorry, we don’t want any,” Mike tried to smile in a friendly manner, but couldn’t help but let a bit of anger bleed into his voice. Of course he’d be angry, his date with his dream girl was being interrupted. But what if his dream girl wasn’t a girl anymore?

Katia smirked. “Sorry, just wanted a photo before I’ve had my fun. Let’s start off with the thing you’re most awkward about asking for.”

“What does that-” Lilly began, only to scoot her chair back and fold herself in half. Her eyes widened as her face plunged towards her crotch, her arms wrapping behind her back as though someone was trying to handcuff her.

For a moment, she was flooded with a confused panic—then she heard her arms crinkle in a nightmarishly familiar way. She’d always had a secret kink, the kind of thing she’d want to get Mike to explore. But there was a vital difference between casually easing someone into roleplay and living it out firsthand.

“Wait, what the hell!?” Mike kicked back his chair, standing up to look down at his date. His eyes widened as a seam opened along her back, expanding into a hole with the sound of crumpling paper.

‘It’s all right!’ was what Lilly had planned to say. Unfortunately, she was still muffled by her own groin, and instead mumbled out “Mmfffmrll maiii.”

As Mike tried to figure out what that meant, her clothes disappeared… Somewhat. It was like they had turned to ink and dyed themselves onto her changing body. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear his Lilly was turning into some overstuffed diaper.

“And what makes you think you don’t know any better, hm?” Katia licked her lips. She loved this part, the moment where they realized how deep they were in it.

Lilly felt the hole in her squishy body widen. Her legs scuffed at the ground as she tried to… Anything. Why was it like this? Why now of all times? And worst of all, if this really was her fantasy, wouldn’t that mean-

“Pffftlaaarp,” Lilly farted. She couldn’t control it. It was like all the air the waistband of her body was creating was being forced out through her ass… Or something close to it. She couldn’t see her backside, couldn’t move her arms that had now turned into an elastic. But she still swore she could feel her cloth quiver as her diaper body farted again, and again, and again.

Mike gawped as her legs started to shrink, kicking slightly with… pleasure? He didn’t know what to make of it, other than a pang of loss as her curled toes finally shrank away into the cloth of her body.

“Wow, did she order the bean soup?” Katia waved at her nose mockingly. “Just kidding, I know you didn’t eat. See, it’s important to laugh now, because you’re going to hate this.”

Mike flinched as she waved a hand at him, his clothing vanishing away like it was sand-blasted off of him. Before he could comprehend his nudity, a thick coat of fur covered him from head to toe, especially around his neck, wrists, and ankles.

His gasp of shock was followed by a blush as he recognized the orange and cream coloring. He wasn’t the type to have a fursona, and swore that he was comfortable in his own gender. But that didn’t stop him from occasionally fantasizing about turning into a stacked Arcanine girl.

Yes, from Pokemon. No, it wasn’t that weird. Stop judging.

Mike whimpered as heavy orange breasts swelled out from his chest, his hands bulging as he tried to cup them.

“Oh? I thought you liked having big, useless paws. Don’t you want those embarrassing thumpers to just be so large that you’ll be utterly helpless without your girlfriend to take care of you?” Katia giggled as the Lilly-diaper farted again. “Well. Not that she’s in any state to do that.”

Lilly was Lilly. She didn’t think of it as a ‘name’, more of a ‘brand’. It was what was imprinted on her tag, so that had to be her. She quivered as she somehow let out another “pfwwweeRRBLBLBLB” into her own body, despite no longer having the cheeks to flap to make such a sound. She wasn’t aware of what was happening to her Mikey, too busy soaking in her own stink.

It was a stench Mike was forced to endure, as her nose tugged forward into a dark muzzle. She gagged at how bad her diaper girlfriend smelled, barely even realizing how her mind had swapped over to a feminine slant, or that she’d forgotten her old name. Arcy’s hackles rose, and a tail grew from her backside just to tuck between her thick, juicy thighs.

“Aw, you still fancy her, even as some kind of permafarting pamper, huh?” Katia cooed. “That’s almost precious, but…”

With a wave of her hand, their worlds changed again. Arcy dropped onto her fat ass, thighs squished beneath a fat, round, blue orb.

“I think I’d rather she see you like this. After all, you got to look at her as a stinky, smelly diaper. So why shouldn’t she get to look at you as a furry, pornographic, bimbo of a Pokegirl?”

Arcy whined as she looked into Lilly’s eyes, seeing nothing for a few lingering moments. It was like the poor girl’s brain had been completely broken by turning into an infantile padding with no control over her own body. But slowly, it returned… At the exact same rate that Arcy’s brains started to dwindle.

Lilly felt funny. She felt full. Her belly… She wriggled her hands and feet, but barely wobbled. There were furry arms wrapped around her waist, which… Shouldn’t have been possible, right? She blushed. She didn’t know. She just…

She blinked. Wait. Was she looking at an Arcanine-girl?

Arcy held onto just enough intelligence to see the look of horror and pity in her Lilly’s eyes, just enough intelligence to feel humiliated by it. Then, with an audible ‘ping’ her eyes grew round and dopey, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

“There, fair’s fair. You see, Lilly,” Katia smiled, sitting down, “it’s nothing personal. I mean it. You’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Really, it’s a shame. Any other day, and I might have made you two’s wildest dreams come true. Dreams like…”

Lilly groaned as the Arcanine girl squeezed her fat round body tighter, soft paws rubbing her up and down. She felt like clay being remolded by the furry girl’s enormous paws, stroked into something longer, more sensitive, more… Purplish? No, red…

Lilly tried to kick her feet again, but with a thrill of horror she realized that she couldn’t feel a difference between her body and the furry that used to be Mike. She’d had enough perverse fantasies to guess this would only end in horny depravity, and she tried to flap her hands to get her date’s attention.

“Mike, you need to stop, please! I don’t want to change like this, I want you to be you if you’re going to do this!”

Arcy didn’t understand the sudden panic from the ball-toy in her lap. But she did understand that rubbing the ball made her feel good, so she kept rubbing, stroking. It felt like it was a part of herself, and Arcy started to rock her hips back and forth, pumping against his paws.

“M-ulk. Mike! Ylk. Gluk.” Thick white liquid pooled in Lucy’s throat, like mucus. She knew it wasn’t. She could taste it. It was warm and musky and clung to the back of her throat on the way down. Despite all confessions to sluthood, she’d never blown a guy before. But she imagined that this was how it would taste.

Arcy didn’t know what she was licking, just that she liked it. She was too dumb to recognize that her date was currently retching up precum, and that Arcy was licking said precum into her own mouth. Like a dog. Like a big, horny, sexy dog…

Katia laughed. “Good boy. Guess you can’t keep onto those big soft melons, though, huh? Isn’t that right, Duke?”

“Yarf! Rowf!” Her? His? His. His voice still sounded like a girl’s. It didn’t make much sense to Duke. So he instead kept licking at the red pleasure-thing attached to his hips. Only now his tongue was starting to shrink her.

Since she’d just been a blueberry, Lilly didn’t have much in the way of arms. The most she had were hands, stuffed into her dimpled blue shoulders. Still, she tried to push away the canine tongue before it plastered against her head again, compressing her entire body, shrinking her further.

Lilly couldn’t even scream. The more she shrank, the more the precum inside her took up more of her throat. Any attempt to cry out sounded like an underwater scream. Worst of all, her attempts to push back were getting rhythmical, exactly like…

Throbbing.

Lilly looked back up to her date, finding that no trace of him, or even the cute Arcanine girl, remained. Instead, she looked up to the massive maw of a Tibetan Mastiff, now a dull shade of brown rather than the vibrant orange of a Pokemon.

“Guess someone finally realize life’s not all it’s cocked up to be. Cocked up to be? Is than an expression? I guess it doesn’t matter,” Katia laughed. “After all, not like you’re able to talk back.”

“Hgghbbl,” Lilly gagged out a bit of precum, only to have her date slobber over her face again. They hadn’t even gotten a chance to kiss in real life, and now he was violating her like this. Did he even know?

Of course, the answer to that was a resounding ‘no.’ Duke was as stupid as they came, an enormous dog who was oblivious to the fact that he’d once had feelings for a girl who was shaping up to be his cock. At the same time, he was painfully aware of the feelings that were coming from his new twitching member, despite the weird sounds it was making.

He didn’t care. Something told him that the more he sucked, the better it would be. He dipped his head down so far that his wet nose bumped against his balls. The fur there tickled his nose, and he sneezed.

Lilly wanted to scream as canine mucus spattered her shaft, only for a tongue bigger than her world to envelop her and lick her clean. Or at least, as clean as she could be covered in a horny dog’s drool.

The worst part was that it was starting to feel good, too. Her hands sank back into her sides as a knot began to bulge inside her. Duke’s hips started to push her into his mouth and out .Ironically, she’d been secretly planning to give Mike this treatment later tonight…

“You are a horny one, huh? There’s a much better use for you, then…” Katia’s voice grew louder somehow.

Lilly quivered, writhed, squirmed inside her Mikey. She couldn’t control it at all, she was just… A part of his body? No, she didn’t feel like that anymore. She couldn’t feel him at all. Something tugged on her, and she slipped from the wet, moist cavern that she’d thought was her date’s mouth—only to see a full view of Katia’s pussy.

“You like that?” Katia purred, stroking her lips. It took Lilly a second to realize that Katia hadn’t been talking to her, and another after that to realize how Katia’s bush had the same color as Mike’s hair.

Lilly writhed and tried to say something, anything. But she couldn’t, she was just a helpless dildo. She wanted to cry at how unfair it all was. She wondered if Mike could feel anything at all, or if he’d noticed the change from a dog to a witch’s vagina.

He had, of course, but had no way of communicating it. He’d become keenly aware that sweet, cute, delicate Lilly was now a rubbery toy choking him, plunging into him, making him quiver with a shameful desire. He hated how badly he ached without her in him, hated that in his weakness, he wanted her anything other than his.

“That possessive streak is a real turn-off. I might be better off leaving you changed like this…” Katia mused. Then she clapped, and the two found themselves naked on the ground before her. “But I like my parts being mine, and I’ve already got a whole collection of people-pleasers.”

The two still trembled from the memories of the past few minutes battering them all at once. The humiliation, the pleasure, the helplessness… It was all a nightmarish blend that left them rooted to the spot.

Little did they know, it was their roots that left them rooted to the spot. They were so terrified that they hadn’t felt the large pot grow beneath them, or the loamy soil that encompassed their legs up to their hips.

They only noticed when they got the same idea, to hug each other, hold each other, do something, anything to tell each other how they felt. But by then it was much too late.

The attempt to hug was halted by their bodies having grown long and sinewy. Words descended into mindless wet slucking as their mouths grew wide and round, teeth and tongues melting away in favor of lube-like drool. Even a desperate plea to hold hands faded, as these turned into large, soft leaves.

“Scchluuuuck…” Neither knew who made the sound first, their fading brains losing the capacity for reason. It was like all their thoughts were draining into the new feminine tits on their vinelike bodies, a parody of feminine fertility.

Mike’s thoughts dwindled from regret that he’d never fully told her how he’d felt, that he’d never savored more of her delicious length in his mouth, that it hadn’t sucked her off like a good plant would. It was just a suckplant, it wanted to be fed with cum and swell its breasts.

Lilly dwelled on the humiliation of having turned into this. She hadn’t been too subtle giving Mike any hints, right? He had to know how she felt. How she was so empty… Horny… How it wanted to suck on… Person. What did its person look like? The suckplant didn’t know. It just wanted cum…

Katia laughed as the two sucked insistently at her direction, their cocksleeve mouths hungrily vacuuming up their own lubelike drool. “You know, you two turned out to be a cute couple after all,” she laughed, though neither of them understood her words.

They just turned to her direction and waved their leaves, feebly jiggling their enormous hips in hopes of turning on a guy enough that he’d want to let nature take its course.