[F TF, Anthro (Various Animals, Snouts, Hooves, Tails, Genitals)]

Tails. That decided the matter then. Resolutely, Paul opened up the “anthro” folder on his computer.

All of the pictures were of women, of course, but it couldn’t be said that they were human. Each lady had animal features, and together they would have formed some sort of strange farm, as though part of a strange retelling of ‘The Barn of Doctor Moreau’.

There were the pigwomen and the cowgirls, both with heavy swollen bellies that dragged against the floor while they were forced to walk on all fours. The women had hooves instead of hands or feet, their limbs shrinking down to accommodate the more streamlined appendage. Their faces were still mostly feminine, though their noses and mouths  protruded out into a snout that made the models look like they were permanently puckering their lips for a kiss. The pigwomen had rows of swollen teats, while the cowgirls had a singular large udder that dripped milk nearly constantly.

The horsegirls were shown standing on both all fours as well as only their rear legs. Strong women that rippled with muscles, clearly able to work hard on the fictional farm they worked on, as well as working their partners hard. All of the horsegirls were displaying large and swollen genitals - though not all were equipped with pussies. Some had stallion sized cocks, long and smooth that nearly looked like an extra leg, usually tucked into the stockings or other clothes that the horsegirls wore over the short hair that covered their bodies.

Joining the barnyard girls were a few more common choices - after all, some dog and cat girls made for rather standard fare - but some exotic choices made their way into the mix as well.

Meandering through the photos brought Paul to the girls that would look like they belonged in a zoo. Women with big paws looked like they had the fur and patterning of lions and tigers. Similar to the horsegirls, there were zebragirls that looked leaner and more agile than their equine cousins, as though their black and white swaths were racing stripes. Heavier-*set girls were covered in rough skin that looked like gray leathery armor, though some had rhino horns on their noses while others had a long opposable trunk instead of their nose.

Paul looked at the device in his hands. It seemed to be a little overzealous in its intended changes. The strange stone display was showing animals - entirely feral beings with none of their human traits evident. That wouldn’t do, and Paul redoubled his efforts to correct his intent in hopes the device would understand.

He reviewed the photos, paying attention to the still-human shape of the model’s faces, even despite their eyes, noses, or mouths changing. They had long flowing feminine hair that cascaded over their shoulders; eyes that begged the viewer to look at them as women in need of partnership; lips sensually parting for whatever may be placed before them. Continuing down their bodies, the story continued. Slender limbs that led to delicate digits complimented the soft curvature of breasts. No hard edges, nothing too angular or aggressive. These models were women, first and foremost. Any animal additions merely enhanced that feminine beauty in Paul’s eyes.

Another glance at the device. It seemed to be more inline with his thoughts, showing various women in stages of being animalified. Perfect, he thought to himself. Without even a second thought, he gripped the sides of the device. Sure enough, the now-familiar tingles reappeared and he was lifting out of his seat. Floating in midair, Paul looked himself over. Everything itched slightly, and he couldn’t get comfortable. As his skin rubbed against itself, he realized the sweater wool was getting thinner. It wasn’t quite disappearing, but it was less like fabric and more like…

Fur. The word popped into his head. He was covered in fur, and it felt amazing. It was warm and fuzzy, and unlike his previous covering, it didn’t feel like an extension of his skin. It felt like the hair on his head, albeit shorter and slightly stiffer. Panting in excitement, he started rubbing himself all over, enjoying the feeling of the fur beneath his fingers. In the exploration of his body, he noticed delicately small bumps that were intensely sensitive. They were positioned beneath his breasts, which seemed much smaller than before, and after a moment Paul realized he had rows of teats.

Paul licked his lips. It was a shame that he lost most of the mass of his breasts, but now he had the multiple nubs that a proper female animal would have, swollen as though he were in heat. He wasn’t sure what kind of animal girl he was becoming. The short fur was a hint, but while it was a darker brown than it was as the material of his sweater it was still patterned with leaves and such, making it hard to guess what species he might be crossed with. It was getting hard to keep examining his body though; his fingers seemed uncooperative and taking extraordinary effort to flex and bend.

Opening and closing his fists multiple times in front of his face revealed the issue. The digits were getting covered in a hardening material. Finally they refused to open anymore, his hands stuck balled up. The individual fingers melded into a singular mass that quickly became covered in the substance. Paul blinked his eyes helplessly at the sight. He had hooves. A part of his brain knew that was possible, it was among the girls he looked at and an option that the device picked up on, but he still couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t be able to grip or hold anything until this was changed back.

He tried to touch himself, finding the sensation dull and distant. The whole experience was shaping up to be surreal. Moments later, he floated back down to the floor - any further changes were missed. Paul rolled over, panting. “What… I need to see what happened…” He placed his hooves beneath him and tried to push himself to his feet, only for his feet to slide out behind him as though oiled slick against the hard wood floor. Shooting a look back at his feet revealed the problem: they were no longer feet, but instead hooves as well. Multiple attempts ensued, limbs flailing and leaving Paul crashing into the floor repeatedly. It was finally when he managed to stay propped up on his front hooves that he looked up and saw that there was a zebra in front of him.

The position he was in meant that the first thing that Paul noticed about the zebra was the large equine member dangling from its crotch. The second thing noticed was that the zebra had both sets of genitals, as the feminine slit was hiding behind the large furred sack. Paul looked up and down the body in front of him. It was Gabrielle, of course. There wasn’t anyone else it could be, though it was still shocking. It helped that all the black stripes of the zebra were still patterned and textured like the lacy underwear she had been wearing, as though her new fur was conforming to that pattern.

“You couldn’t keep your hands off of it, could you?” Paul blushed, shaking his head. Gab tutted her lips, easily scooping up her lover by the shoulders. Paul teetered on his hooves, the unusual feeling akin to wearing high heels based on the descriptions of partners he had been with.

“Can we… go take a look? In the mirror?” The words left Paul’s throat sounding insecure and scared. He didn’t feel very scared, though perhaps the nerves from being confused about the change - mixed with his horniness - led to sounding like that. Gab nodded, and helped Paul make his way to the bathroom.

Their appearance together in the mirror was unique. Paul’s eyes were first drawn to Gab, which wasn’t surprising given her size. She was taller than Paul, and looked sleekly powerful. Her face pulled forward slightly into a muzzle, though it was faint enough that at a passing glance she looked entirely human. Excluding the fur and the new addition to her crotch, she seemed relatively unchanged, which was a relief. Paul didn’t think there were many ways to improve upon perfection. Paul’s appearance was even more shocking. He was now a deer girl, and had shrunk; Gab only seemed taller by comparison, he was the one who had changed. Perky deer ears peeked out of his long hair, twitching at every little sound around him. He glanced down at himself. There, past the rows of nipples was his old member, back where it belonged. He gingerly nudged it aside with his hooves, sighing in relief. Still female, as well. After his previous experience with Gab, he hadn’t wanted to go back to just being male.

Paul turned and looked up at Gab’s face. “Hey…” He trailed off, unsure what to say. Was being aroused making him act like a scared little doe? The thought nearly made his knees buckle from a wave of sexual desire, and Paul had to save himself from pitching over from his precarious balance.

Gabrielle was more confident. “Hey yourself, short thing,” she said with a smile. Paul nearly fell over again at this, which sent Gab into a wave of giggles. “You can’t even speak, can you?” This time Paul did fall over, into Gab’s arms which were more than capable of holding her shrunken former boyfriend. “A lot has changed, sweetie. Don’t worry, I’ll intimately acquaint you to all of these changes…” Paul couldn’t do anything as he was carried off, in the direction of the bedroom, though it would be a lie to say he wasn’t looking forward to it.