(M and F to Dogs)

“You don’t mind if I sit down here.” It was less of a question, more of a statement. Still, for some reason, Mike didn’t mind. He looked to Lilly a little unsurely, and she seemed to be just as confused.

The real question was: why didn’t they mind? They were on a date, after all. So, a stranger with blue hair dropping her ass into the third chair at their table should absolutely have set up some kind of warning flag.

“Oh, you didn’t mention a third person! Can I get you anything to drink?” The restaurant was nice enough to have attentive wait staff, and before Mike or Lilly could reply to the new arrival, their waitress showed up with a smile.

“Thanks, darling. I think I’ll have some of you as a margarita, and the rest of you can be,” the stranger’s brow furrowed, “Lilly, that’s her name. You can be Lilly’s bra and panties.”

With that, the stranger reached up towards the waitress’s neck. A seam formed just around her collar, and she crinkled her nose as her neck stretched out form it, thinning and growing clearer. The rest of her body went slack, arms and legs shriveling away towards her torso, even as her waist pinched in.

The waitress had enough time to panic. “Wha-” she began, only for the word to turn into a burbling moan as her face lifted skyward and her mouth stretched wide. Her lips cracked into crystals of salt, frosting her new glass face. Her hairpin stretched into a cute small straw.

Her clothes fell from a risqué red two-piece, which hovered in the air for a moment. Mike and Lilly could swear they saw the last of their server’s fingers disappear into the new bra, and her toes wiggled as they slipped into her panties. Then they vanished, and Lilly gasped as she felt their velvety texture against her body. Her new clothes were still warm from the last of their waitress’s existence.

Mike nearly fell from his chair, brain racing at how to protect Lilly.

“That’s sweet, but why’re you acting so weird? Nothing’s happened, we’re just three friends out on the town. Mike, Lilly, and Cara.”

Mike blinked and blushed. “Uh, I don’t know. Sorry,” he apologized to Cara, hoping that Lilly didn’t think he was too weird. The strangest thing was, he didn’t know why he’d nearly kicked over his chair.

Lilly chewed at her bottom lip. She wasn’t sure why she’d worn her ‘special’ underwear for this. If it was a date with just Mike, that would make more sense. But with Cara along? Things just weren’t adding up.

“So, you might be wondering why I’m here. Or maybe not. People usually just assume that we’re friends, It’s apparently easiest on their brains.” Cara leaned back in her chair, taking a sip from her drink. She smiled. “Ooh, this one went to college. That’s great, they’re always the tastiest.”

It was another weird joke from their old friend, the kind of thing that elicited an awkward chuckle as neither Mike nor Lilly knew how to respond to her. Cara was always like that though… Right?

“Basically, I can grant wishes. My wishes, specifically. But one of those wishes was to read your minds, so in a way, it’s like I can grant yours.”

“Mhmm,” Mike had no idea what she was talking about, but when she got in a mood like this, it was easier to just play along.

Cara tutted. “Damn magic. Okay, how about this for an example? Here’s the guy that cut you off on the road this morning.”

A greasy trucker appeared next to the table, still posed like he was sitting. He fell flat on his ass with an indignant sputter.

“Now, I’ve caused this restaurant a shortage of their wait staff, so I think I should help them out a bit.” Cara continued. She grabbed the trucker’s chest, recoiling a little as his shirt crunched against her fingers.

Then, a second later, Cara was groping a cute girl’s chest. The girl panicked, checking her bosom, her hips, tears already dewing at her eyes. “Wha-I’m a chick now!?” The new waitress gasped. The crumpled outfit on the floor lifted, snaking around her body.

“As far as you know, you’ve always been one. Really, you’re just going to replace that old waitress’s life. But I’m not a total monster. I sense you had a wife and more than a few kids—some of which you even know about. Anyways, those kids can return to you in the form of tits and ass, and let’s have your wife be that upcoming baby you’re working to support.”

It was all so fast. Mike and Lilly gawped, staring at the new girl’s changes. Her skirt lifted as her ass swelled. A button popped from her top as her new tits jiggled into existence. Most noticeably of all, she leaned back, a hand on her hips as her womb filled, stretching her belly over her waistband.

“You dropped this.” Cara smiled sweetly, picking up a nametag that said ‘Steph’ from the floor.

“Oh, sorry!” Steph giggled. “Ever since I started expecting, I just miss some of the littlest things.”

“How long until you’re due?” Cara tilted her head.

Mike and Lilly were frozen like deer in the headlights, unsure of how to reply to this casual display of power. Worst of all, both of them were turned on. They couldn’t help it, their kink for change was what had brought them together.

Cara wrapped up her small talk with the waitress, turning her eyes back to the two who were rapidly realizing she might not always have been one of her friends. “Lilly, turn physically into a fat Tibetan mastiff. Mike, she’s your pet, and has always been.”

Lilly stiffened, a squeak slipping from her throat as she bulged, bursting from her clothing. Her bra and panties clung to her massively fluffy new form for just a moment. Then her chest continued to barrel out, and her hips flared. The straps snapped a moment later, marking the end of a girl neither of them could recall.

“Hawwrulff. Mwurph. Hghlorf,” Lilly’s large jowls smacked against her face as she tried to say something, anything to her date.

Mike simply wondered why his puppy was making such weird sounds. It was almost like she was trying to talk. “Hey, quiet down, we’re in a restaurant.”

“Now that you’ve had that taste… Let’s have a little more of a taste, hm? Lilly, back to normal for a second. Think of a dog for Mike. Then, you’ll start to change back unless he can totally cover your paws in drool.”

Mike had to blink a few times, struck with the vertigo of having his brain played with like putty. His dog was… His date… Turning into a dog again? He started to pant, tongue stretching from past his lips, eyes round at the naked girl of his dreams.

Lilly was little better off. She whined as her nose darkened, a faint gruffness in her throat as she tried talking. “Hyyy dun wanna be uh duhhhawrg…”

“Then Mike had better get to licking, huh?”

Mike felt a pang of guilt at how long it took him to remember Lilly’s command. He dove onto his hands and knees, grabbing Lilly’s foot with both hands, playing his longer tongue along her sole. She tasted a little salty, but otherwise it felt great to rub his tongue along her delicate foot…

Which was getting less delicate by the second. Rough, leathery pads bulged from Lilly’s feet as she squirmed. Mike’s tongue tickled her, even as it soaked the new fur on her feet with drool. Her heart started to pound in her chest, though there was a slight pang of guilt.

Really, Mike was the one to blame for what was about to happen. He was the one who’s gotten her to think of size changes to begin with. And while they both liked her as a big, fat Tibetan mastiff, she couldn’t help but want him to be a tiny little Yorkshire. She wanted to press her fat furry ass against him, pinning him to a wall, whimpering as she engulfed his tiny prick.

Mike’s clothes felt looser on his body, more and more fur itching its way out from all over his skin. He was losing his grip on Lilly’s big paws, but he’d just finished covering one. He crawled to her other foot, eyes widening as he realized it was as big as his head.

“Lillyipp!” He let out a pathetically tiny squeak of a bark, followed by a small quiet growl that sounded more like an electric toothbrush than the rumble of a dog. His feet caught on his shoes, and he had to paddle his little legs to try to be free of them.

“Suuhawwwrooo…” Lilly, on the other hand, growled like a beast in heat. It would be so easy to just step down and squish Mike’s body beneath one of her paws, keeping him pinned there until they were fully dogs. Still, there was enough of her left to still want to remain human. She hoped.

Soon the only thing left of the two was their faces, which started to stretch. Noses darkened, colors grew less vibrant, but it also left Mike’s tiny tongue a little more dexterous. He covered Lilly’s other foot with a contented yip and a wag of his tail.

Then he realized they weren’t turning back.

“I said paws, not feet. You sure you’re not already dumb dogs?” Cara laughed. She wrapped her hands around Mike’s small body, lifting him up to Lilly’s huge face.

“Just look at that. She’d choke you from kissing you. She could puff you up like a balloon. She could… With just a lick…”

Lilly gawped as Cara lifted Mike towards her nose, pressing his chest against her wet nostrils. She drank in his scent, starting to pant. “Hhrrruhhuhhhuhhrrwll…”

Her wet, moist breath made the little Yorkie twitch and whimper. Despite his panic at this situation, he found himself getting turned on, a tiny red dick slipping from his sheath. He wriggled his paws, then whimpered as Cara pulled him away from the nice feeling of Lilly’s breath.

“Now…” Cara strutted behind Lilly. “What happens if I tell you two that you’ve been literal years without cumming? All that intense, pent-up arousal…”

Lilly felt like she’d been shot. She ached. She needed. She felt so painfully, ravenously empty. Her entire purpose was to be full of dick, to have her womb flooded. She needed this.

Mike was already humping at the air stupidly, choking out quiet barks like “ip! Hhrryp!”

Then Cara pressed him against her, and the two howled in pleasure. Mike didn’t care that he had to be held against her. He didn’t notice that his tiny knot couldn’t lock himself to Lilly. He just wanted to be with her, to hear her panting with pleasure from his body.

Lilly couldn’t feel him that well, but it was still tease enough. She desperately clenched her folds around him, engulfing him in her dripping heat. Her tail wagged against his face with enough force to near-concuss him. She tried to press her hips back, to feel more of him in her, to-

“Now let’s reverse this a bit. Lilly, shrink into a dachshund. Mike, grow into a Samoyed.” Cara let go of Mike’s body. She straddled his back, grabbing Lilly’s hips.

The change was near-instantaneous. Lilly choked as cock filled her, so deep in her stretched body that she swore she could feel his tip crashing against the back of her throat. Maybe it was? Whenever she panted, she could swear she tasted precum.

Mike felt a pang of loss, missing his mate’s enormous stuffed ass. But he couldn’t deny, it did feel nice to have her cocksleeve of a body getting pumped up and down his enormous shaft. He kept pumping his hips back and forth, only dimly aware that Cara was holding Lilly to his body.

“GrrawllOOOF!” He barked, and to Lilly the sound was like thunder.

She could feel the sound reverberating through her entire body like she was a tuning fork. She paddled her paws at the air, unable to scrabble for purchase on anything. She could feel Cara’s thumbs press against her and could feel Mike’s cock rubbing against them from inside her.

His fluff was just as overwhelming. It was so dense, so thick, so warm. Lilly felt like she was slobbering like a broken hose, but her smaller body really made it more like a leaky faucet.

Cara laughed into their canine ears. “Okay, this has been fun, but I can’t just keep holding you around forever. So have fun with Lilly back as a Mastiff, a big dumb girl named Astra. And we’ll have Mike stay in the same body, but he’ll get even dumber. Isn’t that right, Cosmo?”

Lilla bulged. She rumbled with happiness at how big she felt again, at how she could fully appreciate Make’s heavy body against her entire back. Make? No, that wasn’t what she thought of him. She drooled, spilling memories of her old life onto the ground. Astla knew him as… Mate! That was good. He was her mate. She wiggled her fat ass against him invitingly.

Moke groaned, each twitch of his dick, each drop of precum hitting his brain like a sledgehammer. He was happy though, he was with his bitch. He was with his fat mastiff mate, and she was perfect for him. Cosmoke tensed, already so close to cumming. He couldn’t remember the events that had led them here, couldn’t remember her ass filling his world or her body acting like a living fucktoy.

“Mmhhuhlmm… Mllughm…” Astra slurped at her jowls. “Huhhrroo…” She felt her mate stiffen behind her with that, and started to shake her canine ass more insistently. Each roll of her hips grew clumsier and clumsier, but she didn’t care, it all felt so good. “HrrrOOF!”

Cosmo loved her barking, loved her panting, loved his mate. He came so hard that he felt pleasure rush down his legs to his paws. He crashed onto his mate, nipping at her neck, pumping his hips so that every last drop of his cum would fill her, get her pregnant.

The blue human above them made some sounds that weren’t quite barks, but apparently other humans understood them. The human who was pregnant too walked over to them. Owner? Owner, that was this human. They looked up to her but were too tired than to do anything other than savor each other’s presence.