(M to Dog, Implied F to Panda-Girl, F to Frog-Girl)

“Oh sweetheart,” Brandy’s singsong voice carried through my door.

My hand froze, as did my heart. I knew that tone. That wasn’t her usual chipper singsong melody, nor was it her irritated voice. This was the tone she took on when she wanted to play with her favorite toy’s reality.

Already I could see the smirk on her face, along with that aroused look in her eyes. There was nothing she liked more than to toy with me, and the worst part was that I didn’t entirely hate that side of her. Of course, there was also no guarantee she didn’t program that into my brain.

It was just one of the mixed downside/upsides of living with a Reality Shifter.

I stood at the door for a moment more, debating whether or not to commit to whatever would change my day. After all, it was a nice day outside. Maybe I could just turn around, and find myself-

“Uhhh… Hrrruuh… Hrrugh…”

I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew it wasn’t human. That made up my mind: I pushed the door open with a sigh, ready to ask her to undo whatever she’d done to whoever’d crossed her path.

Instead, I felt something soft, fat, and squishy. It took me a few seconds to place together what had happened. I’d taken a step into the room, seeing a bloated, heavy panda-girl with our neighbor Steph’s haircut. Then I’d fallen on top of her, immediately grinding against her, feeling her heavy body shudder at my touch.

“Don’t worry. Steph loves it too,” Brandy purred, stating the obvious.

Again, it was hard to trust reality when living with someone that could change it quicker than she could change her clothes. But assuming reality was real, Steph had walked in on Brandy turning me into a cow one day, and had begged to become a bull on the spot.

In a way, it was nice to have someone else to occupy Brandy’s attention. In another way, it guaranteed we’d have days like this, where I’d find myself acting out a mix of their fantasies.

“Grruuhh!” Steph slobbered over her own tits, looking past her belly at me. I didn’t know if she couldn’t speak or was just choosing not to, but as usual the sight of her acting like a total idiot turned me on too.

“You know, you didn’t need to Shift me on top of her like this,” I turned my head to Brandy, unable to keep my hips from moving. “You could have just asked.”

Brandy tutted. “But that’s not what I want. I want to make my pet toyfriend hump his silly humanity away on the big, dumb, fatass pandagirl.”

“Hump my… WhuhhRUFF!” My head jerked forward as I barked. Now that she’d called attention to it, I could feel my fingers and toes stiffening. I looked to them with a small whimper of shock, watching as my fingers bloated into thick, canine paws.

“See? Isn’t it better to have me decide what to do with your body?” Brandy already slipped into talking to me like I was a dog. I probably was already one in her eyes. “Besides, I like you better with nice, big, derpy paws.”

My hands cracked and popped at her words, swelling even larger, wider, heavier. I thumped them against Steph's belly and she let out another dimwitted growl. She leaned forward, and I found my face smothered between her enormous furry breasts.

The smell alone had my heart racing. It was a little sweet, with a hint of her shampoo. But that wasn’t enough to mask the musty smell of thick, sweaty fur. How long had she been changed for? Was she waiting for me long? I could literally smell her arousal.

My shoulders and hips locked into a new position, making me awkwardly hug Steph’s body tighter, feeling her hips squish around my increasingly furry limbs. I couldn’t see much past Steph’s dark-furred cleavage, but my peripheral vision still caught sight of Brandy llifting her arm.

“Whuhh arrrh you?” My throat tensed, and I could hear my voice lowering in pitch, to a guttural deep growling. Despite my apprehension, my hips started to wag, even as I continued to mindlessly hump away against my neighbor’s fat panda body.

A lower voice meant that I was becoming a big dog, my personal favorite. It looked like even if this was one of Brandy’s fantasies, she was at least humoring me a little.

“Don’t worry your fuzzy head about it,” she cooed.

My ears grew heavy at her words, thick fur covering them as they swelled and flopped over. My brain hazed over, like I’d had one too many drinks. I could feel myself getting a little clumsier, a little more feral with my motions.

Apparently Steph appreciated that, because she leaned forward, wrapping her paws around my back and pressing me closer to her.

Then a stranger dropped onto Steph’s panda tits with a whimper. “What’s going on, where am I, hhowwgllluuhhmwl!!!” The new girl, a blonde, pawed frantically at her cheeks as her tongue quintupled in length, with no sign of slowing. It was thick, drooly, and far too big for her mouth.

My mouth opened, obeying Brandy’s requests instead of my own brain, and I gagged a little as the massive tongue flooded past my lips, stretching my cheeks. My sinuses tingled any my eyes watered as my face creaked out, as if to make more room for this transformative kiss.

“Have you ever heard of the frog prince? This is kind of like this, but in reverse.” Brandy hummed. She leaned against Steph’s massive body, rubbing the back of my head and petting the confused girl.

“Whuhf awlm mwghluh,” the blonde tried to talk, but her every word came out muffled.

“Say it, don’t spray it!” Brandy laughed mockingly. “Honey, this is Harriet. I met her when I was shopping for groceries today. She didn’t put the cart back, and well… I’ve been saving her for a special occasion.”

Harriet whimpered, shaking her head frantically. Something else was happening to her. She was sweating more and more, giving her skin an unusually shiny pallor. She started to take on a greenish-blue hue, and it looked like she was struggling to force another word out.

I watched her fingers get webbed, and could feel her tongue stretch further into my mouth, nearly sliding down my throat. I gagged a little, but kept humping Steph’s panda body feverishly. Dimly, I heard the sound of wet, sloppy licking, and noticed Steph’s bear face was buried between Harriet’s legs.

Harriet’s eyes rolled, a pinkish blush settling across her face. I could see her start to smile as she moaned. “Mmhh… MmhuhrrRRBBIT!” Her throat bulged, inflating like a balloon for a moment as she croaked like the animal-girl she was becoming.

My nose tingled a little as it darkened, and I soon noticed a very odd element to Harriet’s change. There was a slight perfume to the smell of her sweat, an unnatural flavor that left my nostrils tingling. I looked to Brandy in confusion and she gave me a wide, proud smile.

“Ooh, my dopey big boy noticed? I’m so proud of you, sweetie,” she clapped. “See, Harriet here is sweating an aphrodisiac, which means as long as she’s hot and bothered, well…”

The sound of licking grew more frantic as Harriet’s sweat sank deep into Steph’s fur, matting it down. Fur creeped over my face as well, in time for Harried to shove her increasingly froglike visage against my own. She rubbed her sweaty cheeks against my fuzzy ones, and my pulse quickened.

“Oh, and of course, her drool’s about to be even more potent than her sweat, so you-” Whatever else Brandy meant to say was washed out by the pounding of my heart. I felt fur cover the rest of my body, making me so achingly hot that I panted into Harriet’s frog-mouth, making her croak again and again with pleasure. I could feel Steph’s fat body writhing beneath me.

It was too much for my mind to take, so my body took over. I thrust again and again into Steph, and her roar of pleasure was muffled by Harriet’s slimy thighs. Harriet wrapped her legs around the back of Steph’s head, pulling the panda’s face closer to her. At the same time, her webbed fingers stuck to the back of my canine head, deepening our kiss as much as possible.

Free of intelligent thought, we gave into our animal desires. I didn’t know if it would ever stop, but secretly I hoped this pleasure would continue forever.