(Man to Various, Woman to Dog)

The power of transformation, all in a simple app. The premise was enough to get Luke drunk with power, even if the changes were limited to his own body.

He looked for the dozenth time at himself in the mirror. He’d chosen some old clothes, gym shorts, a white t-shirt, and socks he didn’t particularly care about. It was the exact right kind of outfit that wouldn’t stand up to any real change, and one he wouldn’t miss.

His heart felt like it was thundering in his chest. He sent a glance down towards his phone again. It was right there, waiting for him. Ready for him.

Of course, he had to start with feet. There wasn’t much of a point to wearing socks if he didn’t begin with them.

Luke kicked out his legs, grinning down eagerly and wiggling his toes. He swiped down to ‘rabbit’ and then held his thumb over the picture of his feet.

It was pleasure, pure and simple. He could feel the cotton stretching tighter and tighter, until his short small claws poked through them. The little holes were the beginning of the end, and soon engorged rabbit toes poked through his clothes.

Luke tapped a few more changes through hurriedly, feeling his nose start to twitch as it lifted on his face, feeling his ears stretch and grow large and floppy, feeling a little cotton tail snake its way over the backside of his shorts.

This was it. It was really happening. Which of course meant that he had to give himself a bunny lisp. It was only proper. Sure, there were some people that thought that rabbits shouldn’t have buck teeth. Those people clearly needed to dream more.

Luke flexed his jaw, shivering happily at the delightful sensation of his incisors getting thicker, flatter, perfect for carrots-incisors? Were those the right teeth? Whatever, he wasn’t a dentist. His heart thumped like his feet.

“I’m not a dentitht.” His tongue slapped against the backs of his enormous teeth and he blushed. He slid his thumb along the dial controlling his speech, falling forward onto his bed and rubbing his palm against his cheeks.

“Thee thellth theathellth by the thiiithoriiip! Iiip!” His voice got squeakier and squeakier, and he could swear his clothes were getting bigger around him. Oh, right. Because they were, because this was really happening!

He started to grind against the cushion of his mattress, rubbing harder against his cheeks and feeling them swell with bunny fat and grow a coat of bunny fluff. “Iip! Thqwiik!”

Boy, was he glad he didn’t have neighbors anymore.

His ears perked. He didn’t have neighbors anymore. He could go as crazy as he wanted. Luke tapped at the symbol for paws, finding an option to make them big, swollen, goofy. He wanted to look like a bunny that had paws bigger than its head.

Then he saw what looked like a heart.

Experimentally, Luke gave it a tap, only to gasp delightedly. A tingle of pleasure coursed through his body like he’d just stroked himself. He looked down to his palms, then rubbed one against his cheek.

It was perfect. It was bliss. He swore he could feel every single one of the soft strands of fur his head now sported, and each of them sang of pleasure.

Luke slid the paw size to as big as it could be, rubbing at his face more, watching and feeling his fingers grow huge and round, his palms swell. He shrank his body more, making his paws even sillier on his body.

Just one thing left… To make himself cute and softer and… The app wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working?

Luke thumped his paw against the screen, realizing too late that his hands were too big to tap any of the individual icons.

“Well. Thit.”

It was honestly shocking how quickly he could go from hornier than he’d ever been in his life to absolutely panicked. Luckily, there was a safe solution. Even if he couldn’t use his phone, he still had access to his desktop.

Luke kicked his way off the bed, marveling at how big it looked. Fortunately, he’d opted not to buy a standing desk, and all he had to do was awkwardly crawl onto his chair. Moving the mouse was its own small torture, the pleasure from his new palm pads nearly enough to make him double back over onto his pillow.

Somehow he endured, though his nose twitched even faster than his heart beat. Luckily, it wasn’t fully asleep, and just a small jiggle of the mouse was enough to get him through the lock screen. Better yet, Molly was online.

She was the only one he could trust with something like this, a fellow transformation fan herself. Better yet, she was local, close enough that he could call her.

He clicked on the speech-to-text, his hips involuntarily bucking forward, and a squeak bursting past his whiskered lips.

“Iiiip!”

Of course the microphone picked that up. ‘Eep’ was clearly written on his screen, taunting the pitch of his changed voice. His eyes narrowed. The bunny boy clamped a sensitive palm over his lips, eyes rolling as he hit the backspace key.

“Okay, let’th do this again…” He used the back of his paw this time, clicking the mouse a little clumsily. “Hey Olivia, do you wanna hang out? Like, right now? There-”

He paused. He almost said a word with ‘s’ in it. He wasn’t sure if his computer would pick up the lisp or not, but he didn’t want to risk it.

“I mean. I’m in trouble and I really need your help. Get over here quick, okay?”

Perfect. All he had to do now was wait.

xXx

“Hey, did you know they have, like, the grossest cheeses in Sardinia?” Was how Molly announced she’d arrived. She sauntered into the room, eyes glued to her phone. Absently, she kicked the door closed behind her.

“Molly!” Luke did his best to keep his voice low. It didn’t quite work, but it wasn’t odd enough to make Molly look from her phone.

“Whoa, you got a cold or something?” She kept walking straight ahead, her peripheral vision no doubt checking where her taller friend was.

Unfortunately, said taller friend was now a diminutive bunny, and she didn’t see Luke’s changed body until his twitching nose bumped against her jeans.

Molly paused, pinching one of her earbuds out. “Hm? Hey, you didn’t say you had kids… Over…”

The earbud clattered to the floor with enough volume to make Luke flinch reflexively. Or maybe it was just that loud because his ears had changed… And because he was so close to the floor.

“Oh my God.” Molly smirked. “If you didn’t just go nose-deep into my pussy, you’d actually be kinda cute.”

“Very funny,” Luke squeaked miserably. He self-consciously adjusted the t-shirt he was wearing, but couldn’t get it to stay on both his shoulders at the same time. It was like he was wearing a smock.

“No, what’s funny is that voice! Did you set that for yourself? I mean, you totally used the app, so you had to have. I know you.”

“That’th bethide the point.” Luke winced. He didn’t mean to say so many s’s.

It took Molly a near minute to stop laughing. She wiped at her eye with a finger, squatting down so she was eye-to-eye with him. “Yeah, ‘thure ith,’” her faux lisp led to a few flecks of her spit landing on his pink nose. “The point is actually that someBUNNY probably didn’t read the instructions on his app.”

Luke started to wipe at his nose, then froze. His paws. He couldn’t let her know about how sensitive they were. How they made him feel. How-

She grabbed his big heavy hand-paws in her hands. “Ooh, these are super cute,” she cooed, a catlike gleam of mischief in her eyes. She rubbed her thumbs against them, hard.

Luke let out a shaky moan, feeling his furry legs go weak. If his feet weren’t so enormous, he’d probably have fallen over.

“I knew it, you always were kinky. And I’m starting to get why bunny was so eager to thump his dumb little nose between my legs.”

Luke swore he was blushing so hard she could see it beneath his fur. “Am not! And that wath your fault! I tried waving!”

“Was it, though?’ Molly leaned in closer, so close the warmth from her lips kissed his sensitive paws. Then she kissed them properly, her soft lips kneading his right paw. She even licked the velvety pad.

It felt so good Luke almost passed out. Something was beeping, like an alarm he’d forgotten to shut off. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was the sound of his own squeaky moans.

“Yeah, you’re definitely kinky. You were probably planning to bunnyhump a pillow while rubbing your fat paws against your cheeks, weren’t you?”

Luke’s head swam. “Yuh… Yeth Mommy…”

Realization crashed down upon him like a bucket of cold ice.

“Mommy? I mean Mommy! No, I’m trying to call you Mommy!” He looked up desperately to his friend, humiliated, only to find her holding his phone. When did she lift it from his pocket?

No, wait. He knew that. It was when she kissed his brain into bubbly bunny bliss. More importantly… “What did you do!?”

“What did I do?” She fanned a hand against her chest, in mock surprise. “Why, I just played with your brain a bit, kiddo. A tiny li’l guy like you couldn’t possibly think we’re equals.”

Luke’s lips quivered. “Not funny! Just change me back!”

Molly’s eyes gleamed. “In a bit. First…”

Luke saw her tap a few things in quick succession. He didn’t fully realize what she’d done until the world spun around him, everything growing bigger and bigger. “MollIIP! IIP CHIIP IIIP!” He squealed, voice snatched away from him just like his diminished height.

It was like his whole body was being squeezed all over. Squeezed and kneaded, again and again. His arms and legs sucked into his body, and he gasped as his spine clicked and twisted. Whatever he was becoming wasn’t even anthropomorphic.

His billowing shirt fell over him like a parachute, and Luke’s tiny heart hammered in his chest. Maybe it was a mistake to invite someone so TF-minded to his place while he was so vulnerable.

No sooner had the thought filled his mind than her face filled his world. She’d lifted part of his shirt, and was looking inside the fabric. “Hey there, tiny.”

“Iiip iip iip!” Luke really tried to shout, but it was hard to when he was even smaller than her palm. She daintily plucked him out of his clothes, and Luke tried to clutch onto her as the world moved far, far too quickly for him.

When the motion stilled, he realized he was back in his bedroom, in front of the mirror. He could see Molly, who was a veritably giantess. And in her hand…

His jaw dropped. He was a tiny dwarf hamster. He felt so insignificant, so small, so…

“Hey.” Molly’s voice sounded like thunder. “I can feel your little hamster prick getting hard.”

Oh God. Not like this, not in front of her. Sure, he’d always liked her, but…

His world spun again. For a horrifying moment, he was in free-fall. Then his backside hit the ground, followed by his legs, feet, and hands. He was back to his human self, but it was like he was a marionette with its strings cut.

As a result, he could only watch as Molly bent over, undoing the laces on her sneakers. His heart hammered. What was she planning next? If only he could ask, maybe-

As if reading his mind, she looked up. “Go on, talk already. You’re just numb from the neck down. Mostly.”

“What do you want me to say? That I like you? Because I do.” Luke glared defiantly. Then gawped. “Wait, why did I say that?”

“There’s a ‘truth’ feature in the app. Guess there’s some kink for that, you really have to scroll to find it.” Molly kicked off her shoes, then shrugged herself out of her shirt. “Too bad for you, I’m a bit of an expert.”

“Wow your breasts are amazing. I mean, it’s not fair! They are amazing though. No! Nnnh. I mean, I’d be just as good at this if I didn’t work!”

Molly snickered. “We both know that you come straight home from work to play those silly little games.”

“I’m worried that if I cum too hard then I might call off!” He gulped. Wow. Not even he knew that.

“O… Kay. Don’t really care, but good to know.”

“What do you care about? Is it me? I hope it’s me damn it!”

“Pfft. Well, maybe...”

“Maybe?”

Molly leaned in close. “Maybe I want to know why you like me.”

Luke tried to fight it, he really did. All of the resolve he could muster was utterly obliterated in the course of a second. “Because you’re funny and you like TF too and I totally get off to you a lot not like that! Like, transforming! I don’t think of you that way.”

“What way?” She tilted her head, tapping something on his phone.

“You know what way! The wrong way! The whole objectification thing.” Luke blushed. “I mean, I’ve always wanted to think about you that way, but I didn’t want to unless I had… Permission, I guess?”

He paused. “Wait, what did you just do?”

“Turned off the truth function. I got my answer.” Molly winked, and Luke realized he’d just said the last bit of his own accord.

“And… What about my answer? To if I… You know, can?” Luke didn’t mean to sound so hopeful.

“Well, for that…” Molly’s fingers danced across his phone’s screen.

Luke moaned. He had a brief feeling of pins and needles across his body as control returned to him. In a second, it was replaced with the prickling sensation he now recognized as the growth of fur. “What arrrre…”

A rumble snaked its way into his voice, a deep, throaty masculine sound. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew he liked it. The curve of his back twisted into a new shape, and he fell onto his side, breathing heavily.

His tongue seemed to swell with each gasp. For a moment, it felt unpleasant, bringing back memories of dental visits. Then it bulged well past anything he’d experienced, lolling past his now-rubbery lips. He’d dreamed of turning into a dog for so long that he knew it had to be that.

“I’m doing a little test. See…” Molly held up her own phone, revealing a gorgeous Samoyed on the screen. “This is going to be me. You already know what you’re going to be.”

Luke did. They’d roleplayed enough about him turning into a Tibetan Mastiff that there really was no other option. Already he could feel the fur thickening around his neck. He groaned pleasurably, closing his eyes for a moment, then snapping them open in horror.

“Wrrrait! You can’t change bawrrrgh. Rrgghuuuf!” He shook his head, and his cheeks flapped from the motion. They stretched longer, heavier, thumping against his chin like the jowls he was always meant to have.

Molly laughed. “There’s a temporary setting, doof. See, that’s the test.” She set her phone gingerly on the bed, slipping off the last of her clothes and falling to all fours. She wiggled her hips as though stretching in anticipation of a tail.

“Tuh-test?” Luke groaned, his every muscle swelling. He was going to be a big dog, a massive dog. So was she. Already he could think of how soft she’d be, how sexy she’d be, how perfect for his knotted cock-

“Hey! Snap out of it, while you still can. See, that’s the test,” Molly winked.

Luke didn’t get it. Actually, he was having a hard time getting a lot of things. It was like he was drunk, and painfully aware of his own inebriation. “Huh… Haaayy…” He wobbled.

“Yeah, that? It’s your brain going straight between your legs. The hornier you get, the more your IQ turns to cum.” Molly shivered. “So the test is if you can resist. Because in just a minute, my brain’s going bye-bye. And it’s up to you to think if I set your change to temporary too, or if maybe I’m going to get that big cuddlepet I always wantuuhhh…”

Her eyes glazed. Her jaw went slack. Luke watched in real time as the smartest, funniest girl he knew regressed mentally into a dog that was stupid even by canine standards. And fuck, it was getting him going.

He stared at her face as her nose darkened, drool dripping down her cheeks. It matted down the white peach fuzz for a moment, before her full coat burst from her every pore.

Luke shook his own body reflexively, feeling the last of his own hairs come in. He felt so big, so heavy, so shaggy… He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to focus .Had to…

His next breath in was full of her. His eyes snapped open to find that she’d crawled up to him. Her body was still mostly human, but she had such a canine look about her, down to the curiosity in her gorgeous brown eyes.

She kissed him. Or licked him. He couldn’t tell the difference at this point, fairly certain that the taste of her breath had stolen away his memories of high school. Though come to think of it, who cared about those? The most important memories were the ones with her, here and now.

Or something. He was always a romantic, always had been. It was why he very romantically nudged her with his cheek, and eloquently clambered atop her back. He dexterously fumbled for her burning hot pussy and… Was he even using half of those words right?

Probably not. But then again, it wasn’t like he was thinking about words anyways. He wasn’t thinking about much anything at all, except how much he wanted his Molly. His Molly. Funny. He’d expected to think of her as a bitch, as his mate. But instead all that came to his shrinking name was her brain. Or… His shrinking… Brain… Her…

Molly. He barked. He didn’t even know who he was anymore, but he knew her. She was his Molly, finally. His heart pounded in his chest so hard he had to thrust into her, pressing down against her, pinning her canine body beneath him.

Occasionally, he’d have little bursts of lucidity. It was like bubbles of oxygen, trapped in the shipwreck of his brain. Each hump popped another one because Molly.

He gasped, pumping his hips faster. His tongue fell from his mouth. He nipped at her ear.

Had she meant that his changes would be permanent? Did he care? Probably not because Molly would Molly Molly Molly.

A bark tore itself from his throat and she answered. His Molly knew what he wanted, knew he wanted her to pant like a stupid bitch, to howl.

To howl his name as her brain turned to cum. He’d always wanted that. Funny. Now she was totally a dog and he was so close to it too. “Mawwlly!” He fumbled the name, but was desperate to get it out again. “Maww-”

She clenched her walls around him, rolling her hips back against his her pussy was so tight Molly sexy Molly his Molly. “Hrruff! Rufff!” He pressed down against her, rubbing, licking, marking Molly with his scent and staining himself with her.

Her breathing hitched. She started to whine desperately. There wasn’t any grace to the rhythmic clenching of her canine pussy before. But now it was even more frantic, desperate, she was so close to cumming that he could taste it wanted to taste her.

He humped harder, faster, his own eyes rolling, everything melting away except her heat, her scent, her Molly.

If Luke ever changed back, he’d tell her-

“AHHRUFFF!” He barked, spittle flecking from his jowls. She answered with a bark of her own, as he came so hard into her that his vision swam. Collapsed, he fell atop her, but his hips kept pumping, like his very body couldn’t resist making her cum.

She writhed in pleasure too, whining in that Molly way that made his heart tingle that wonderful way. He panted contentedly, feeling her so tight around his knot, hoping that she’d be fully pregnant with an entire litter of puppies. His Molly…