When Pets Become Owners, And Humans Becomes Pets (COMPLETE SERIES) [WIP]
StoriesContains:
Forced Transformation
Humans & Furries
Straight, Gay, & Lesbian Sex (99% Is Straight)
Pet Play
Mind Control / Hypnosis / Corruption
Reality, Normality, Identity, Memory, Mental & Personality Warping / Alteration / Shifting / Change / Bending / Loss / Play
Town Corruption / Takeover
Humiliation
Incontinence / Soiling
Public Sex / Exhibitionism
Role Reversal
Sex Slaves
At School / College
Filthy / Slobby / Stinky / Musky / Messy / Smelly / Nasty / Sweaty / Mushy
EXTREMELY HOT & NASTY / FILTHY!!!
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By OokOok
CHAPTERS (USE CTRL F TO FIND EACH CHAPTER):
WHEN PETS BECOME OWNERS AND HUMANS BECOMES PETS (STRAIGHT)
PETS DON’T WEAR CLOTHES (STRAIGHT)
PLAYING WITH YOUR PET (STRAIGHT)
TURN YOUR ROOMATE INTO A BITCH (STRAIGHT)
DON’T OVERFEED YOUR PET! (STRAIGHT, GAY & LESBIAN)
WHEN PETS STRIKE AGAINST THEIR MASTERS (STRAIGHT)
SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO GO FERAL (GAY)
INTO THE DEAN’S HEART, INTO HER PANTIES (STRAIGHT)
CAT AND DOG BLOWJOBBING EACHOTHER (STRAIGHT & LESBIAN)
MATING LIKE CATS AND DOGS (STRAIGHT)
ONLY OPEN RELATIONSHIPS IN THE ANIMAL KINDOM (STRAIGHT)
YOUR DOG IS NOW YOUR MASTER, RABBIT (STRAIGHT)
INSTANT MOMMY: A LESSON IN REALITY (STRAIGHT)
BRING YOUR PET OVER SO I CAN SEE HIS COCK (PARTS 1 & 2) (STRAIGHT, GAY & LESBIAN SEX)
ANIMALITY 101 (STRAIGHT)
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When a sinister ladydragon invades a house, its residents are turned into dogs and the house pets is uplifted and evolved into a sentient being!
WHEN PETS BECOME OWNERS AND HUMANS BECOMES PETS
The house was pretty orderly and clean for a place housing four college students. Most of the furniture was the landlord's selection and seemed decades old. The house had an old-fashioned warm feel. The colors of the walls, carpets, and furnishing were dark and romantic. Even with some modern appliances, it had a classic atmosphere.
Randal was on the couch watching TV. He wasn't tall or small, just medium. Short cut blonde hair that was held upward with gel. That day he was dressed in a white long sleeve shirt with a green vest over. Beige pants. He was barely paying attention, and didn't care about what nameless sitcom was playing right now. He needed to relax after a long week of college work. The house was quiet and to himself, save a roommate's orange tabby cat Pixie, who was resting by the porch window before getting up to approach Randal.
The cat rubbed up against Randal's leg. He reached down and gave her a pat, "You hungry?" Pixie meowed. Pixie was a bit fat and while Randal was in charge of taking care of her while her owner was gone for the week, he felt guilty feeding her the three times a day he was told to. Whatever. He went into the kitchen and picked up a pack of cat food, ripped off the foil and plopped the food down onto a plate beside the fridge. Pixie began eating immediately.
Randal reached down and gave her a scratch behind the ear, "I wonder if you will ever start talking."
For the last while Randal had been involving himself in the business of a supernatural world underneath the human one. After helping a talking raccoon (and talking animals had become a recurrence) eliminate a demon a couple months back, Randal had been working with a few shifty creatures and dealing with magical problems. His life had changed so much but he was still a college student.
A few minutes later Todd came home. Todd was the other male of the house. He was a shorter man with a shag of dark brown hair. He wore a plaid long sleeve shirt with a concert tee underneath. Brown cargo pants. Even inside the house he kept his ski cap on, a ski cap with the logo Munk Style on the front. He tossed his housekeys on the table and didn't care when they slid off the edge and fell onto the floor.
Randal greeted Todd when he walked into the kitchen. Todd opened the fridge and picked up a half-eaten box of Chinese food that was left unopened. As he ate it and Randal did some dishes, they talked and the conversation inevitably turned towards supernatural things and Randal's side job.
"Have you talked to Bugsy lately?" said Todd, "When's the last time he had a job for you?"
"Maybe a week ago," said Randal, "Why?"
"Don't you like doing that... demon stuff?"
Randal stopped dishes and turned around to face Todd, "No. I don't like it..."
Todd chuckled, "Seriously? It's the coolest shit ever! I still think a lot about when I came with you that one time."
Randal raised an eyebrow, "You were so scared you peed your pants and you couldn't speak for the rest of the night!"
Todd stammered and took offense to Randal's remark, "I wasn't that scared! I got a little shocked, that's all!"
Todd had known about the supernatural for a couple weeks. Randal wasn't discrete enough and after acting suspicious before leaving the house, Todd followed Randal and he himself got involved in the supernatural, although he had been more a spectator than a participant.
Randal went back to the couch and continued watching TV while Todd retreated to his bedroom and closed the door. The quiet night continued until something stirred in the background. There were some bangs and curses as the window was pried open from the outside.
In stepped Bugsy, a clothes-wearing, talking raccoon. He looked mostly feral but he stood upright with ease and wore a black ski jacket and green pants. Grumbling as he struggled to get inside the window frame while holding it up and carefully stepping onto the dresser just inside. Even tripping over it with his raccoon feet. He tugged his big striped tail in before closing the window.
He walked to the edge of the dresser and hopped off onto the carpet floor. For a few seconds he was on all fours but then stood on two feet as he walked down the hall. He took a paw to his mouth, "'Ey, are you home Randal?"
When Randal heard Bugsy's voice, he sighed. Maybe he could have just ignored Bugsy and wait for him to leave. But Bugsy called for him again. And again. Randal sighed once more and turned off the television. He forced himself up on his feet and walked towards the hall.
Bugsy was still marching down the hall looking into rooms to find Randal. As he passed Todd's room, a shuffling was heard and some footsteps came to the door. When the door opened, Todd looked down and saw Bugsy. He said, "Oh Bugs! You looking for Randy?"
Bugsy looked up at Todd, "Oh. Todd. Hi." he looked around, "Is Randal home?"
Randal's voice came from around the corner at the end of the hall, "I'm here, I'm here!" he marched up to Bugsy, "Hi... Bugsy. What do you need?"
"N-nothing!" said Bugsy. His tone was friendly, "I... just wanted to see how you were doing!" he smiled innocently, showing off his raccoon teeth, "How are you doing, Randal?"
Randal slunked against the door frame, "Honestly? This week has been rough. The work has been hard. I've just been sitting on the couch trying to relax but I think I'll be going to bed early." He moaned, "Thing is... I'm sure next week is going to be just as bad, if not worse."
Bugsy tapped his fingers together, "That's... uh... a real shame! Hope it gets better for ya!"
It was a rare occurence of Bugsy concerning for Randal. Randal nodded and gave a little grin, "Thanks..."
Bugsy looked up at Todd, "How have you been, Todd?"
Todd gave out a laugh, "Passing, barely."
Bugsy turned away to hide his annoyed look. He gave him a pointy-claw thumbs up over his shoulder, "Good job, kid."
Todd went back to his room and Bugsy, in his continued display of friendliness, joined Randal in watching television. Bugsy made a few jokes, although far cruder than any Randal would make, but they enjoyed each other's company for a little while. Pixie was not happy about a raccoon in the house and after a hiss she retreated to another part of the house until the raccoon left. Bugsy of course made a joke about Pixie's weight. Bugsy could be crass and uncaring but in the end, how cool was it that Randal was sitting on the couch watching TV with a talking raccoon? When he wasn't doing supernatural grunt work, he could stop and recognize how radical his life was.
But when Randal left to the kitchen to get a snack, Bugsy quietly got up from his seat and snuck towards the kitchen door. He looked inside, and while Randal had his head in the fridge and couldn't see anything, Bugsy snuck further down the hall towards the back room he entered from earlier. Something was scratching at the window.
He climbed back up the dresser using drawer handles like ladder steps and topped the dresser's surface. He walked up to the window where the stratching came from and pulled the window open. He heaved it open and stepped under it to hold it up, "How ya doin'?"
Outside, hanging from a bush against the house, was Geffa. She was a dragon, although rather small compared to the ones from fairy tales. Black scales all over her body. Her reptilian head was adorned with two horns jetting backwards. She was about 3 feet long not including her tail. 18 inches in height. Her wings were petite and didn't look capable of lifting her off the ground despite her slender form.
She spoke with a dignified but condescending voice, "Is the human home? Is it time to get things underway?"
"Yeh, Randal's home," said Bugsy, "but he's had a rough week and isn't up to any bullshit we can give him."
Geffa grumbled, "So do you want to delay it until another day?"
"Hell no," said Bugsy, "Come on in. Let's start this."
Geffa climbed into the window with perfect elegence aside from struggling to get through the window frame with Bugsy holding the window barely high enough for a dragon. Once she was partways through, Bugsy stepped out of the window although he got bumped by Geffa and fell on the dresser. Geffa held the window open, tugged her tail in, and let it drop shut with a wooden slam.
Randal, yogurt cup in hand, heard the slam and walked out of the kitchen to see what the noise was. When he looked down on the floor and saw a dog-sized lizard walking towards him, he yelped and dropped the yogurt cup, spilling it on the carpet and tile kitchen floor. He was frozen, "B-Bugsy? Hello?"
"Into the den, human," said Geffa.
Bugsy came out from behind Geffa, "Uh, hi Randal! Let me introduce you to my master Geffa."
Geffa looked at Randal with a half-glare, "Pleased to meet you, Randal. Now into the den."
Randal scowled and gestured at the spilt yogurt on the floor, "But!"
"Now!" Geffa demanded.
Geffa had flashed a pair of sharp teeth a few times in her yelling at Randal, but getting bit by a giant lizard was only the beginning of what she could do, Randal assumed. In the last couple months Randal had been introduced to all sorts of dangerous creatures and troublesome enchantments and sometimes they seemed unassuming when they were very quite horrifying when they revealed their true form and/or power.
Randal groaned and walked to the living room. As he approached the couch, Geffa looked over at a small circle of chairs on the other side of the room, "Over there," she said. Randal redirected towards the chairs.
Todd's door popped open, "Anyone call me?" he almost didn't catch the dragon in the middle of the living room and was halfway back into room before he popped out and walked over to Geffa. He looked at Randal, "Holy shit! What is it?"
Geffa turned around, "It?"
Todd winced, "Whoa! Uh..." he looked closer, "is she a Pokemon?"
Geffa growled. She turned to Randal, "Who is this?"
Randal was just sitting down in one of the chairs, "He's Todd. He's my roommate."
Bugsy jumped up on endtable opposite of Randal's seat, "I think he can join the fun, Geffa."
Geffa turned to Todd, "Go over there and sit down in one of the chairs."
Todd waringly walked over and sat down in a chair beside Randal. Geffa walked over and hopped up on an endtable with Bugsy, bumping Bugsy off onto a nearby chair. He sat down , legs out. Geffa and Bugsy were on one side of the chair circle and Todd and Randal were on the other, if it were so symbolic.
Randal shifted his legs nervously, "So what did you want?"
Geffa sneered for a second, but her expression softened, "So Bugsy tells me that you have been helping him deal with... various problems. You were the one that dealt with the tracer demon awhile back."
Bugsy smirked, "Yeah, he defeated it but the poor kid peed his pants... and that weren't the last time!"
Randal averted his eyes and blushed. Geffa, Bugsy and Todd shared a chuckle. The humiliation and terror was one of the reasons why he couldn't feel too great about going around and dealing with supernatural incidents. Randal sank into his seat and glared at Geffa and Bugsy.
There was a hiss! Everyone looked over and at the end of the couch was Pixie! The tubby tabby was hissing at the strange lizard and raccoon in her master's house! She hissed once more, retreated a couple feet to a table, and hissed again!
Geffa's eyes lit up. She smiled sinisterly, "Oh... a pet...!"
"Hey come on!" said Randal, "She's not even my pet!"
Geffa looked at him smugly, "And if she was, what would that mean?" Geffa's eyes began to glow green, "Come here... Pixie... come join us!"
Pixie's ferocity faded. She became content and noiselessly padded over to the chairs. She picked up and hopped up on a chair beside Bugsy. She looked around contently and peacefully. Bugsy stood up and leaned out over the chair's arm so he could reach at Pixie and give her a pet. She purred gracefully as the raccoon rubbed down her orange fur.
"She listened perfectly," said Todd. He grinned, "Could you teach Pixie to play piano?"
Geffa smirked.
Randal was worried, "Please Geffa, don't hurt Pixie!"
Geffa glared at Randal once again, "I am not going to hurt her. In fact, I'm going to do the opposite!"
To Randal, that sounded just as alarming. Geffa's raised a claw and it turned green with a glowing light before firing a cloudy bolt at Pixie. As the bolt hit and Pixie was drapped in a fog, the cat's eyes went wide. A glowing light came over her and her form was obscured in a shine.
Randal grimace and let out a whimper. Todd looked onward with excitement. Bugsy seemed curious. Geffa smiled and looked over to gauge the Randal's horror.
Pixie's form grew large and humanoid, sitting elegantly on the chair. The light faded and unveiled was the form of an anthropomorphic cat. Pixie had been uplifted!
Todd cheered, "Oh, wow!" Randal let out another yelp and covered his mouth. Pixie was now a humanoid orange tabby. She had brown humanoid hair in a fashionable cut. She wore a green dress with a low cut top accentuating the cleavage of her prominent bosom. There was a hole out back for Pixie's tail. The fatness in her feral form translated into her anthropomorphic form. She was pudgy with chubby bulges down her torso including a round tummy and slabs coming out her sides. Her waist was wide too. Her dress cut off at her knees and she was barefoot with plantigrade feet.
Pixie looked at herself, her arms, and her legs- wiggling her toes to check them out. She looked at her arms and fingered through her hair. She then sighed and looked at her waist. She padded up and down her pudgy torso and fondled her sides, "I grew into a sentient being and you brought my weight problem with me?"
Randal had to remind himself to breath. The pet he just scritched an hour earlier had evolved into a human-like being and was talking! Todd looked at her in awe and joy.
"I'm a sorceress not a miracle worker," said Geffa.
Bugsy gave a crass laugh, "Welcome to sentience, Pixie!"
Pixie continued to feel up her body and her fat, "This is what happens when you feed your cat three times a day." Pixie looked around, "Speaking of my owner, where is Patricia?"
"Patricia's gone for the week," said Randal, "I don't know where... I think she's supposed to back on Tuesday."
"Oh, right right," said Pixie, "I cannot wait for her to return! She and her pet have some talking to do!"
Bugsy slapped Pixie playfully on her arm, "You're not much of a pet anymore."
Geffa's tone was menacing, "If anything... you're the owner now."
Randal gulped. He knew this meant trouble but didn't dare raise his voice lest he provoke Geffa's wrath. He gripped the front of his seat like it was going to start buckling like a bull and toss him off!
"Maybe when she comes home you can put her on a leash!" said Bugsy.
"That's not a bad idea..." said Geffa as she turned to face Randal and Todd, "Turn the humans into pets!"
Randal gestured defensively, "Wait, please-! Don't do it, Geffa!"
Todd chuckled, "I could be a pet?"
Bugsy rested back into his seat, placed his paws on his lap, and watched comfortably, "This is going to be good..."
Geffa raised to claws aimed at Randal and Todd. Randal closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to brace himself. Todd smiled nervously, "I mean, you can't do that right?"
Geffa fired a beam from each claw, aimed at Randal and Todd. When they were hit, their form flashed for a second. Randal wasn't looking but he could hear the enchanting zing of the bolt coming at him, then a mild zap, and then a feeling of weightlessness for a split second when it hit. He whimpered!
He had lost feeling in his body, probably out of shock. He had to force himself to open his eyes. All he could see was his lap and it looked normal. But then he spotted the ground and instead of his shoes he saw plantigrade animal feet. He then looked at his hands, covered in fur and with little claws at the end of his fingers. He started shaking and looked over at Todd. Todd had the face of a doberman with pointed ears and chocolate fur although his grotesque humanoid form gave him a head of shaggy brown human hair. With furred hands he felt the slender snout in front of his face and smiled manically, "Am I a dog? We're we turned into dogs!?"
Randal brought two hands up to his face to feel his muzzle. When he actually felt it, he yelped! It was a droopy muzzle. The others saw an english mastiff anthro with a brush of blonde hair on his head. Randal whimpered and was close to crying. Todd started giggling hysterically. While Pixie seemed slighty amused by the show, Geffa and Bugsy watched onward with cruel joy.
"There you are, Pixie," said Geffa, "Now you are the owner of some pets."
Pixie chuckled, "A cat with two pet dogs? How unusual!"
It felt awkward for Randal to move his mouth let alone speak. He struggled to get words out, "Why are you doing this?"
"It's an experiment," said Geffa. Was she telling the truth, Randal had no idea.
It wasn't the first time that Randal had been transformed, he knew this, but it was the first time he had been transformed and kept his faculties. The couple prior times he was transformed, the morphing process also devolved and scrambled his mind, turning him stupid and animalistic and deteriorated his ability to remember what he did while in the throes of ferality.
His mind was still in panic from the transformation (and the horror of being stuck in a house with a sorceress that seems to like his suffering) so he was still getting a hold of everything. Was his nose better at smelling? It was hard to concentrate. Was his ears better at hearing? His mind was too in a spiral for him to test them out.
There was a sudden splashing noise. When Randal looked over he could see liquid was dripping off Todd's chair onto the carpet below. Sitting in a puddle of his own making, the bottom of Todd's pants were soaked with strands of wetness going down his pant legs and dripping out the bottom. Todd kept staring into space with a twisted smile stretched on his snout.
Some giggling overcame Bugsy and Geffa. Pixie rolled her eyes and groaned. She rose from her seat and walked to the kitchen to fetch some towels.
"Looks like your new dog isn't housebroken!" said Bugsy.
Todd couldn't stop giggling like an idiot but his eyes expressed fear and terror. He pinched the crotch of his pants and pulled them up, looking mortified at what he did but unable to say a word.
Geffa brought a claw up to her mouth and chuckled, "Maybe I should have asked you boys to use the washroom first!"
Randal brought his foot up to the seat. He looked at his feet. Still very humanoid but with claws at the end of each toe, like his hands. He rolled up his pants to see his angles and legs were covered in fur too- beige like the rest of his body (except for his snout and floppy ears which were dark brown). His shoes? They had vanished!
There was a mass out in front of him. He patted and jiggled his tummy. While he was slim as a human, the transformation packed on some chub on his front and sides.
He felt around back, "I don't have a tail?"
"Humans turned into animals don't get tails," said Geffa. She looked behind herself at her tail and swished her back to wave it around, "You don't deserve such a regal centerpiece for your hindquarters!"
Randal took a look over at Todd. He was mostly paralyzed, grimacing at the discomfort of sitting in his own accident. Todd didn't have a tail either.
"What are a couple doggies going to get up to?" asked Geffa, leaning heavier into that menacing tone.
Bugsy snerked, "Probably a lot of crotch sniffing and marking their territory!"
Pixie came back with a roll of towels. Todd was still too freaked out to do anything but cringe and turn his head slowly to look at things. Pixie ripped off some pieces of towel and started patting around Todd's base and then between his legs. She leaned over when an odor hit her. She frowned, "This urine smells quite pungent!"
"Actually," said Todd, "I also took a crap in my drawers..."
Bugsy and Geffa gave out a big laugh. Geffa said, "To imagine, the first thing going to have to do as the pet's owner is change his pants!"
Pixie took Todd's hand and motioned him to rise from his seat. The back of his pants were soaked and apparently full of doggy poop. He cringed once more as pee dripped off his pants. Pixie took some paper towels but left the roll on an endtable. Pixie lead Todd by hand and walked him away from the chairs and out of the living room.
"Why don't you help your master out and clean up the chair?" Geffa said to Randal, "If you do a good job she'll give you a treat!"
Randal wasn't enthusiastic about cleaning up his roommate's piss but the way Geffa looked at him with her sinister green eyes encouraged him to rise from his seat. He picked up the towels and begin patting down the seat some more. The new claws on his hands made holding things weird. He didn't want to get his hands wet but hid his disgust. Geffa was watching him.
When Pixie brought Todd into his room, she shut the door but didn't turn on the light. There was a lamp on Todd's desk in the corner illuminating the room as best as it could, although Todd's monitor had fallen asleep by then. He looked over at his computer and wanted to shut it down while he dealt with dog things.
Pixie had picked up a large kitty litter bag from the kitchen and stuffed it under her arm with the paper towels. The dresser was right beside the door. She placed her items on top of it and opened up some drawers to find some new clothes for Todd. Todd just stood there uncomfortably, dwelling on the feeling of wet fur running down his legs.
She got some new clothes and turned around to face Todd. She said, "Take off your pants."
Todd was hesitant but took the front of his belt and unbuckled himself. He zipped down his fly and slowly lowered his pants, to not upset the load he could feel in the back of his underpants and also because he wanted to avoid exposing himself as long as possible.
Pixie seemed mostly neutral on the situation, if not a little annoyed that she had to help her new pet dog clean himself up. She watched patiently.
Todd smiled nervously as he looked at his blue briefs. The thing he did in them was not something a 20 year-old should've been doing without the blame of alcohol or drugs. He could feel the weight of his release in his undergarments. He let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
Pixie reached down and picked them up. They were wet but otherwise fine. She held them up to Todd, "These are still good. Do you want to keep them?" Todd shrugged. Pixie tossed them on the floor, "We'll keep them then."
Todd strapped his thumbs into his briefs and pulled down slowly. He wasn't prepared to be nude in front of someone else but he gritted his teeth and got it over with and was careful not to 'spill' the load he left in them. But as he slid the briefs down, he felt a heavy mass in front of him. When he looked down, he had quite the surprise.
Pixie's eyes lit up, "Oh my!"
Becoming a dog had enlarged his penis by a considerable margin. The beast protruded out in front of him, 10 inches long with ample thickness. It draped over his big nutsack of light brown fur. There was some brown pubic fur- the same color as his head- above his shaft.
Todd bit his lip to try and snuff out a big goofy smile, "My cock... is huge!"
Pixie grinned, "Yes! It is!" She leaned down closer to look at it. She didn't touch it but giggled, "Maybe you're not just a doberman. Perhaps a mix with a great dane?" She chuckled, "Or a bear."
Todd carefully lowered his briefs, let them sit on the floor, and then stepped out of them. Pixie held open the litter bag and Todd dropped them in. Afterwards Pixie picked up some paper towels and dabbed down Todd's legs. It was a bit ticklish but for Todd is was a milestone.
It took until college, thought Todd, but I got a girl to touch my butthole!
After Pixie was finished cleaning Todd up she handed him some new clothes and he put them on, although it seemed his pants were a size larger than usual almost to compensate the new size of his penis.
Todd looked over at his computer, "Could I just turn off my computer quick?"
Pixie shook her head, "No. And it's not your computer anymore."
Pixie took Todd's pants and the disposable bag with the briefs and used paper towels and brought them to the back room where Pixie put the bag into a special garbage can by the back door. She opened up and looked inside. Other bags were piled up to the halfway point and one could only assume it was kitty litter- Pixie's kitty litter- of her time as a feral not a few minutes ago.
Pixie looked in the other corner at the litterbox. It was meant for her and she had used it often, but now that she was two-legged was it a part of her? She almost felt tempted to use it but knew Geffa would not appreciate it.
Back in the room Todd was had turned the monitor back on on the computer. He tried hitting the shutdown button but the computer demanded permissions and wasn't making it easy. He went down to his computer. He hit the switch.
Pixie stomped into the door, and saw what Todd was doing. She crossed her arms, "And what do you think you're doing?"
Todd looked back nervously, "Uh..." he reached round back his computer and pulled a plug. Everything shut off in an instant. The light on his computer cut off. He turned around and stood up, smiling innocently and gesturing defensively, "Yeh, yeh! It's fine, it's fine, I just needed to shut off my computer..."
Pixie lead Todd out of the room, "It's not your computer anymore."
When Pixie brought Todd back into the living room. Randal was still padding down the chair but there was almost so much he could do about the pee on the seat and carpet. He stuffed some paper towels down into the carpet to see if that would soak it up. His job was as done as he could get it so he went to the kitchen to clean his hands.
Geffa had returned to perching on her endtable and Bugsy had sat down beside her. Geffa looked over at Pixie and Todd, "Is that doberman giving you trouble?"
"He's being disobedient..." said Pixie.
Bugsy joked, "Is he mad just because you're making him wear adult diapers?"
"Hmmm..." Geffa turned forward, closed her eyes, and concentrated. There was a stir and then a pop! In front of Geffa were two green collars floating in the air. They remained there as Pixie brought Todd back over to the chairs. Randal washed his hands quick, dried them off with the towel hanging off by the sink, then returned to the living room. Even with the idea of running out of the house at the front of his mind, he knew it was a bad idea to cross Geffa. But back in the living room, the sight of the collars floating in the air didn't bode well he thought.
"Come over here, dogs," said Geffa. She looked up at Pixie, "Pixie... take these collars here and put them on your pets." She smiled, "They're your property after all. Why not make it official?"
Pixie picked a collar up from the air. She held it in her hand and inspected it. It was nylon with a bronze buckle at the front. The small plate had a clawprint on it like a tiny dragon stamped down into it.
Randal couldn't hide his dread. He walked over, hiding behind Bugsy's chair like the back was some sort of shield. Pixie took the collar and put it on Todd's neck. With a click, it was on. Maybe Todd felt a weird force move in him. Pixie pivoted the collar so the plate faced out front.
The other collar was still floating there in the air for Pixie to pick up. She gestured Randal forward and he shifted his way beside Todd. When Pixie brought the collar to his neck, he twitched. Geffa snerked. Pixie smiled and put the collar on gently. There was a click.
Pixie patted Randal on his chest, "Looking handsome!"
"They would be wise to follow your commands anyway," said Geffa, "but with those collars they will be... influenced to follow your commands!"
Randal and Todd's eyes went wide as dinner plates. Pixie grinned, "Follow my commands, huh?" She leaned forward and spoke strongly, "Sit!"
Randal and Todd both dropped down. They were crouched- resting on their feet but jutting their knees outward. They hung their arms in front of them and let their hands dangle as far down as they would. They didn't even notice themselves doing it. They had no control over their movements. There was a startle between both of them when they realized that they were sitting.
It was a perfect seat for a creature of his size- Bugsy was sitting on the arm of his chair to get a better view. He couldn't help but break into laughter when he saw them drop to their bums at Pixie's word. Geffa chuckled, hopped down to the floor and approached Randal. She raised a claw onto his thigh, "These two haven't even introduced themselves yet!"
Pixie nodded, "Stop sitting."
The tight psychic grip of being commanded let go of their muscles. Their bodies relaxed and they fell back on their butts. At Geffa's suggestion, Pixie ordered Randal to stand up and lean forward to stick his butt out. She then ordered Todd to sniff it. Todd frowned as he shifted over towards Randal, took his doberman nose up to Randal's pants, and started sniffing. It got laughter out of the room. At Pixie's command, Randal was then forced to sniff Todd's butt.
"Ugh," said Randal, "It still smells like poop!"
"Jesus, Randal," said Todd, "I didn't mean to!"
Then Pixie had them sniff her. She widened her stance a step and asked them to sniff her crotch. They walked up and dove their noses into her dress. They took a big whiff of her crotch and while the act of being forced to smell someone was humiliating, her scent- her vaginal scent- was lovely. Randal smiled. Todd smiled. Their master's sex smelled aromatic and passionate! Randal's eyes narrowed as he got lost in the pheromones. Pixie gave them both headpats.
She asked them to sit again and then went back to that ridiculous pose- arms down/knees out. She then asked them to bark. They did. It wasn't a human trying to make a bark sound, it was a dog bark from both of them. "Keep barking," she said and they kept barking. Like two mutts barking at a cat in the backyard, they kept barking.
Finally, Geffa suggested another idea: getting Randal and Todd to hump a couch. The mention made the two dogs grimace. Pixie didn't mind their disapproval and said, "Hump the couch."
They immediately walked over to the couch facing the television and started humping it- Randal taking the corner conjoining the back with the arm and Todd taking the front of the arm. They grunted as they did it, uncontrollably. Their crotches smacked against the couch with little thumps sometimes shifting its position ever so slightly.
Geffa laid down and rested her head on her forelegs, further enjoying the show.
"You guys climax yet?" said Bugsy.
Pixie said, "You can stop now."
The humping stopped. Bugsy and Geffa were chuckling while Randal and Todd were obviously embarrassed.
"Please," said Randal, "Turn us back into humans! Stop this! How long can this go on?"
Geffa grinned. She hopped down from her endtable and took Pixie's side, "Oh... this can go on for a while longer! Much, much longer!"
After being turned into anthro-dogs, Randal and Todd, two roommates, are put through a series of humiliating activities to appease their sadistic masters, including being forced to go on a walk in the nude!
PETS DON’T WEAR CLOTHES
Randal and Todd had been dog-people for an hour. They were hiding out in front of the television. With Geffa, Pixie, and Bugsy talking in the kitchen, the couch in between the seated dog-boys and the magical house invaders served as some sort of cover. The dogs sat on the floor. Todd was feeling out his Doberman teeth while Randal played with his feet. He looked at the pads on the bottom, and the fur on the top. He wiggled and picked at the tiny claws at the end of his toes.
He couldn't help but poke and prod his tummy, too. The dog transformation was consistent for most of his proportions but on the other hand it gave him a load of fat on his waist.
Randal jiggled his belly, "She made me fat..."
Todd mumbled something before taking his hand out of his mouth to speak, "Really?" he chuckled, "How big's your penis?"
Randal blinked, "What?"
Todd snerked, "My penis is huge!" he splayed his legs and hoisted his crotch outward, "I saw it earlier, and it was humongous!"
Randal wasn't about to take off his pants and see it up close, but he looked down. It was less noticeable with his belly in the way but there was a bulge on his pants. He felt around. It was his flesh! There was no denying that Randal's member had grown in size. It laid in his trousers, fat and fleshy.
"Jesus!" said Randal, "My dick got big."
"Take your pants off and show me," said Todd, "Let's measure them!"
Randal didn't take his pants off and suggested Todd keep his on. Todd then suggested that Randal and Todd try to run away. There were so many risks, though. Randal knew that Geffa was the kind of cruel sorceress to punish them if they tried to escape. There was the problem of them being dogs too. Where would they go where they would be accepted?
Geffa and Pixie were finished their discussion in the kitchen. Geffa was charmed that Todd and Randal were hiding behind the couch. Bugsy was busy elsewhere so Geffa had to be the one to make a 'licking their crotches' joke. Geffa hopped up on the couch and asked Todd and Randal to join her.
Pixie had a DVD case in her hand. Randal was a little surprised but knew she and Geffa were up to no good. He tried sneaking at the DVD box while Pixie idly tapped it in her hands. It looked like a couple dogs on the cover and Randal knew something was up. He cringed and sat down on the couch, preparing for whatever humiliation was ahead.
Pixie walked up to the TV. She turned it on and leaned down to click the DVD player open. She put the DVD in but the couch was full with Randal, Todd, and Geffa so she pushed up an extra chair nearby beside the couch. She set the DVD case on a nearby endtable and Randal took a peak.
It was a movie he recognized called "Among the Dogs". It was an animated movie that came out a few years ago. Randal must have seen it on TV. It wasn't a terribly notable film so Randal assumed that Pixie and Geffa were messing with him. He looked at the cover. The main character, Ennis the labrador, was on the cover. Nothing else could be seen from Randal's angle.
The previews rolled. There were some trailers for drama films and another animated film from the same company, one that had already come and gone from the theaters. There was nothing too interesting about them except for a short moment where a dog was on screen and let out a bark. Both Randal and Todd couldn't help but pop out a bark. Geffa side-eyed them and grinned...
After the opening credits sequences with the plucky score, the movie introduced the main character of Ennis who was a housedog. It was a movie with talking animals so they talked usually until it cut to the humans' perspective in which the animals in the film barked and meowed and chirped, etc.
When the film cut to that perspective and the dogs were barking, it triggered something in Randal and Todd. After hearing a few barks on screen, they responded with some of their own, barking at the television! It was unwilling and after they were done they wondered if that actually had happened.
Geffa and Pixie snerked. As Geffa expected, the two human-dogs couldn't help but respond to the barks of dogs in a movie. Their instincts over took them. Another dog barked on screen and they followed, their eyes going wide with shock! They couldn't control it. Geffa and Pixie had another round of laughter.
Bugsy returned and sat down on an endtable. There was another scene where some dogs were barking on screen and although Randal tried to fight it by clenching his teeth, the urge was too powerful and he barked at the TV along with Todd. Bugsy slapped the arm of the couch and broke out into laughter.
The movie introduced its love interest character. Her name was Aurora and she was a chipper Saluki dog. Randal and Todd both were charmed by her. They couldn't help but imagining her presenting herself to them. There was even a shot with her hindquarter taking up a majority of the frame. Randal tried to fight it but his dick got hard. Todd made no effort to restrain himself. His dick got hard and grew down the inside his pant leg.
Further along the movie there was a scene where Ennis has a bunch of racecars suddenly zip by him and he was so frightened that after giving out a nervous relieving chuckle the camera pans down to see a puddle growing out from under him. When that scene came up Bugsy hollered at Todd, "Hey look kid, it's you!"
A little while later in the movie there's a scene where Ennis and Aurora meet a domesticated dog that escaped into the wilderness to live freely. Her name was Rodie the collie and there was a moment in the film where she tried to sell Ennis on living out in the wild on the grounds that "there is no newspaper in the wild, you 'go' wherever you want!"
This sparked an idea in Pixie. 'Newspaper...' she thought. She excused herself and disappeared into the back of the house.
The scene after that was a scene where Ennis and Aurora spent a romantic evening underneath the stars. Bugsy made a crack about the two leads getting ready to 'do it'. Geffa laughed and looked over at Randal and Todd. She noticed the erection in Todd's pants going down a pant leg and curving up atop his thigh.
Geffa laughed and turned to Bugsy, "It seems our dogs over here have the same idea!" and motioned for him to check out the two dogs. Todd looked down and saw how big his boner got. He clenched the seat and knew there was no hiding it. Bugsy crawled onto the couch and over top Geffa's lap and grinned when he saw the bulge formed over Todd's thigh, "Looks like we got two 'rocketing' dogs!"
But as Bugsy got closer to Todd he realized how big the young dog-man's penis was. The thing had drilled down his right pantleg. Bugsy climbed onto Todd's lap and looked around, "Sheesh, Geffa. You gave him the dick of a yeti!"
Geffa chuckled, "Come on now, Bugsy. You've seen a yeti and you know how endowed they can get."
Bugsy walked across the couch to Randal. Randal wasn't as erect as Todd but the charms of Aurora on the TV screen was doing something for him, as his dick was tender. Bugsy's tone got friendly and less mocking, "Is Randal horny for a cartoon dog?"
Randal blushed.
Just then, the dogs on screen howled at the moon. Randal and Todd snapped into position and began howling. They aroooed and awoooed towards the ceiling. Geffa and Bugsy broke out into a cackle. Bugsy fell off of Randal's lap and rolled around on the couch holding his belly to laugh.
Pixie came back from where she went and sat down at her chair. Bugsy brought her attention to Randal's boner. She seemed amused but didn't react further. The movie continued.
There was another barking scene and Bugsy broke into an uncontrollable cackle when the dog-men barked at the TV and his laughing only got more hysterical when the movie ended with a howling scene and the two dogs howled at the ceiling.
Both of them were embarrassed. They hadn't gotten used to the uncontrollable dog actions nor the mocking laughs of their housemates. While he howled, Randal had the instintual thought that he was howling at other dogs, ones he knew with his human mind were fictional. But in that moment he let that truth go, closed his eyes and howled more. He wanted to howl at the other dogs.
Bugsy was rolling around on the couch, kicking his feet, "Make 'im stop, Geffa!" a sharp catch of his breath, "Any more and I'm gonna piss my pants!!"
It was the end of the movie and Pixie popped it out of the DVD player in put it back into the case. Geffa turned to Todd and chuckled. She put a claw on his lap, gazing down on his still erect cock. She said, "Our dog friends here took quite the liking to this movie, didn't they?"
Bugsy caught his breath after a long spell of laughter, "We should give them some alone time so they can jack off!"
"Dogs," said Pixie, "Tell us what you found hot about the movie."
They both replied at the same time and Randal and Todd's reponses were muddled together with only the occasional clip reaching Geffa, Bugsy or Pixie. Through the cacophony a "I would have sex with her all night" and a "I would fuck her in the ass" and a "doggie style" were heard.
Pixie turned off the TV.
The evening hours rolled on. Just as Randal and Todd were starting to feel hungry, Pixie went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone. When the smells escaped the kitchen and caught Randal's nose in the living room, his tummy rumbled. Waiting until it was ready was painful.
When Pixie finally called Randal and Todd into the kitchen to dine on her pasta, Geffa was already seated, her feral body just high enough to reach the plate at the table. Bugsy sat on the middle of the table, chewing on some grapes. Pixie's seat with set with a plate of pasta but she had not yet sat down.
"Where do we eat?" asked Todd.
Randal already dreaded the answer.
Pixie had two plates of pasta. She set them down on the tile floor. Geffa spoke for Pixie when she said, "Dogs eat on the floor, not at the table."
Randal rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Todd walked over to one of the plates and stared down at it, not doing anything more. He couldn't do it. He couldn't get down and eat off the plate. It was too embarrassing. He figured that Pixie would mind-control him to do it eventually so he waited.
While Todd stood motionlessly, Randal walked up, sat down on the ground and picked up the plate. Geffa told him 'no' and said he must eat off the plate on the ground. He put the plate back down and repositioned himself so he could lean over and bring his head down to the food. He took a few nibbles although it was weird for him to eat with a larger mouth with sharper teeth.
Todd continued to stand still. The others looked at him awkwardly. Finally, Geffa asked, "What's wrong?"
Todd answered, "I can't do it. You're going to have to command me."
Geffa chuffed, "Get down and get eating or after I'm done here, I'll eat you!"
Todd dropped to the floor, positioned himself to eat off the plate, and began eating, although awkwardly. Geffa and Bugsy laughed.
Despite the humiliating circumstances, the pasta was very good. Could it have been their enhanced sense of taste and smell, perhaps, but Todd and Randal enjoyed their dinner. It took concentration to not get pasta sauce on the sides of their mouths. It was infantile but Randal refrained from asking for a napkin.
It was a little hassle but Geffa ate off of her plate with her mouth as well. Her neck was just long enough to reach over the edge of the table and to the food. She stretched forward and took dainty bites of the pasta. She didn't get a drop of sauce on the sides of her maw. Completely clean.
Between bites, Geffa spoke, "Who belongs to the other bedrooms in the house? I was exploring some of the bedrooms and found one that belongs to a female." She chuckled low, "She had an arsenal of sex toys!"
Bugsy laughed wheezingly, "If she needs a dick so bad let me have my way with her when she comes home!"
Pixie chuckled, "Both Eugena and Patricia are gone. Eugena should be back in a few days. Patricia will be back in a few more." She was cross, "Patricia is my owner. If you want to know why I am so fat it's because my owner doesn't know how to feed me!" She fondled the curves on her suit, "When she comes around I will make sure she's punished for what she's done to me!"
Geffa chuckled, "If you wish, Pixie, I could teach you to frighten her is such piercing ways that she would go feral in terror!"
Pixie thought for a moment. She peered down at her tummy and fondled her form again. Fierce revenge was needed to rectify Patricia overfeeding the once-feral Pixie thus making her uplifting to a humanoid being a 220-pound humanoid being. Her butt cheeks overhung the sides of the seat.
Pixie grinned, "Terror, hm?"
Randal and Todd said nothing but worried for their two female roommates. There was nothing to be done but finish their dinner. Geffa and Pixie continued to chat, albeit less serious matters.
After supper, Randal and Todd went out into the living room and were provided a deck of cards from Geffa. They shuffled up for a game of rummy but it soon became apparent that the deck was not a standard playing deck. It felt a little heavy in Todd's hand and must have been more than 52 cards.
There were strange suits. Gone was the typical clubs, hearts, etc. Instead there were paws, moons, breads, wands, fangs, and leaves. None of them followed the same numbering as a common playing deck. Some cards only went up to seven, while others went up to fifteen. The wands only went up to four.
Many cards had characters on them, all of them anthropomorphic animals. One of the bread cards had a fat feline lady on the front, stuffing her face with cake. Randal remembered his weight problem and prodded his fatty stomach. Todd was reminded of his accident earlier when he looked at a picture of a snake lady huffing a bowl of weed and being so drugged out she didn't realize that her bladder had let go and made a puddle on her seat.
They fiddled around with some cards but couldn't think of any games to play with the deck's strange numeration.
Pixie and Geffa walked in, the latter's tail dragging on the carpet and brushed audibly on it. Her steps on four reptillian feet were quiet, though. She hopped up on an empty chair at the table Randal and Todd were at. She looked at the mess of cards on the table and chuckled, "They're quite different, aren't they? The deck, I mean."
"What are we supposed to play with these?" asked Randal.
Geffa smiled, "Oh, a couple well-known games; Spank the Lion, Avatism, Big Fat Pigs, Mating Season, Breeds... I might teach you," she looked down at her feral forelegs, "but I'd have to shift into my anthropomorphic form."
"Antho-por-phic?" Todd fumbled the word, "You mean, big? On two feet?"
Geffa rolled her eyes, "More or less, yes."
Bugsy came in from the kitchen and climbed up the front of a floor shelf, tipping over some dusty books. He hoisted himself up top, and stood beside a potted plant. He said, "You guys and Pixie are anthropomorphwhatcha. Me and Geffa? We're feral. Although," Bugsy chuckled, "Although for two creatures that look like regalar, dumb animals we are sure smarter than yous!"
"Can I see your big form, Geffa?" asked Todd.
Geffa was offended at the question and his audacity but thought for a moment. Now that she was inside, away from many eyes, she could change a form less capable of hiding but more fitting for interacting with that human home. She nodded, "Yes," and hopped down off the chair.
Todd watched excitedly as Geffa walked to the center of the living room beside Pixie. She turned to face the two dogs and closed her eyes. A warm light consumed her and her illuminated figure began to grow. The figure rose into a humanoid shape, except with dragon features like a reptillian snout, wings, and a tail. As the light faded, Geffa's face was visible again, not much different from her previous form. The rest of her body was changed, though.
While her shoulders were slender, her breasts were large and round. Down moderate arms, she had little claws at the end of each finger. Behind her were a pair of large wings, that cupped close on her body. Her waist was thick and behind her she held two bulbous butt cheeks underneath a thick tail. Down long meaty legs, she had plantigrade reptile feet with tiny claws on each toe. With the transformation she was given clothing: the red low-cut top had long sleeves for the arms but exposed her shoulder and the top of her huge rack, and her dark blue pants cut off just below her knees.
Geffa opened her eyes and smiled at the two dogs. They looked her over. She was intimdating enough as a tiny dog-sized dragon but being up to their size made Randal even more nervous. It didn't take long for Todd to stare at her breasts. They were so big and he wanted to rub his fingers down the top of them.
Pixie looked Geffa up and down, "Quite a nice look, I'd say."
Bugsy gave a congratulatory clap.
Geffa looked down her anthro body. She pinched her top and pushed up her breasts. She smiled, "Yes, I saw this outfit in an old movie and had to get it for myself."
Todd continued to stare. Geffa was unbelievably sexy, and he wanted to rut with her. He could imagine having those shapely legs wrap around him. His mouth hung open and hardness started to build in his loins. He didn't notice the bulge building on his pants.
"Besides," said Geffa, "people shouldn't be nude! And I'm more of a person than an animal..."
"If that's true..." said Bugsy, "pets shouldn't be wearing clothes."
Randal's eyes went wide and he gulped. Todd smiled innocently. Geffa grinned with sinister delight. Bugsy chuckled and gave a look at Pixie.
Randal put his hands up defensively, "Please don't!"
Pixie gave a little smile, barely enough to flash one of her fangs, "Dogs... undress please..."
Randal could feel control escape him. His arms tensed up, but they didn't move on his command. He grabbed the bottom of his shirts and pulled them up in unison. His round belly covered in beige fur bounced out, and the humiliation was already making his heart race. He pulled the shirt and vest over his head and off of his arms, tossing it on the floor.
Like usual, Pixie watched with bemusement while Geffa and Bugsy clearly took sick pleasure from seeing the two dogs suffer. Todd's slim body was covered in slick black fur.
Randal grimaced as he grabbed his pants and began pulling downward. He could feel the waistband of his pants and briefs slide down the top of his shaft. He couldn't bear to look! As he lowered his pants further and let go, letting them drop to the floor, he gave out a little whimper. He was prepared to have everyone looking at him mockingly but Pixie, Geffa, and Bugsy had their eyes on Todd.
As Todd dropped his pants, his big cock flopped out half-erect. Pixie smiled, Geffa moaned a bit and Bugsy whistled. Todd's smile was half-anguished but he wasn't so embarrassed that he couldn't look himself up and down. He stepped out of his pants and stood there, 10-inch dick at half-mast.
They looked over at Randal and didn't mock him like Randal was expecting. He gathered his courage and looked down at his dick. It was about 10 inches, like Todd's, and his beige-furred sack had 1-inch balls. He was still humiliated to expose himself like that but it wasn't a crushing humiliation because he had a king-sized penis and something to be proud of.
"There!" said Pixie, "That's much better!"
Geffa walked up and glanced at Todd's penis. As she got close Todd's penis got more erect. Pixie looked over at Randal and saw his schlong was as comparably big as Todd's.
Bugsy nudged Geffa's leg, "Are they just dogs, Geffa? And not a mix of dog and wolf or something?"
Geffa chuckled, "All I did was turn them into dogs. Mother nature is the one to blame for their endowment."
Bugsy walked up to the bundle of clothes beside Todd's feet. He looked inside and saw the briefs. He turned to Pixie, "You should have put him in an adult diaper!" He turned back and looked up at Todd, "He pissed on the floor once, he'll do it again!"
Todd blushed. Randal was clearly shivering.
Pixie looked at the both of them, "Looks like I have two award-winning canines!"
Geffa circled behind Todd and looked at his butt. It had nice round curves and was prominent enough without being too big. Randal's was a bit flabby but still very nice. It was weird to see buttocks without tails on top, even after so many times Geffa had transformed humans.
"I can't wait to see you guys running around the house with your privates dangling out," said Geffa, "And there's not a fig leaf big enough to cover yourselves."
"It wouldn't do much good in here," said Pixie, "But if they were going for a walk..."
Randal and Todd twitched. They couldn't even imagine how people would react if they went outside, but the knowing looks Geffa and Bugsy were giving to each other meant they were doomed to be dragged outside.
Pixie got two leeshes and put them on Todd and Randal's collars. Geffa walked to the screen door in the living room and slid it open. The cool dusk breeze came in and cooled the dogs' thick members. Pixie had to use her owner powers to command her pets to walk out of the door into the night.
Todd and Randal were gritting their teeth with embarrassment, both hiding their dicks with their hands until Pixie commanded they stop. Pixie and Geffa walked side by side with Bugsy trailing behind them.
Nobody checked the clock before leaving. It could have been 8:30. The sky was going dark and the red sun was barely visible shining through the trees on the horizon. A lukewarm breeze came and brushed up against the bottoms of Randal and Todd's butt cheeks. The nighttime wind caressed their naked forms like ribbons of cloth.
The park bordered on Randal's house and several others in the neighborhood. It was vast and rubbed up against several rows of houses. It was mostly hilly grass with paved paths cutting through it. There were some trees. On the opposite 'curve' of houses was a wall of trees leading to several hiking trails.
There were some people way in the distance, but even if he couldn't see anyone around, Randal felt very exposed. What if someone saw Randal? How would they react? Would Geffa do something to them? The panic roared in Randal's mind.
The paved ground was cold on Randal and Todd's barefeet. Geffa, Pixie, and Bugsy were used to it. Randal glanced over at Todd's dick. It was deflating slowly but still hung in the air at a curve.
Underneath Geffa, Pixie and Bugsy's idle chatter, there were murmurs ringing across the hills. There were tones of distress, fear, and command. Pixie walked Randal and Todd down the row of houses. In the distance, there was a couple of people. Randal was nervous to be seen by them, but as the people in the distance approached, Randal noticed something.
One of them got down on all fours. They walked in Randal's direction. As they got close Randal could see they weren't human! The one walking upright was a hamster man dressed in a nice suit. The one crawling on all fours was a cat lady in a T-shirt and pants. As she passed by, she looked up at Randal with eyes full of fear, not even noticing his big cock dangling in front of him. The hamster man had her on a collar. As Geffa passed, he gave a friendly nod to her.
Randal then noticed other people walking around that evening and after seeing that a few were animal people he assumed that everyone around was an animal person. They were grouped together like Randal and Todd to Geffa and Pixie. There were obvious pets and masters.
"Did everyone in the neighborhood get transformed?" asked Randal, mostly to himself.
There was a banana python lady and border collie man walking a canary lady in a green shirt and jeans (and a leashed collar, of course). They stopped to talk with Geffa and Pixie. Randal, Todd and the canary lady were introduced to each other. When the canary stared at the dogs' big cocks (both now flacid), the dogs once again hid theirs with their hands before Pixie commanded them to let their dicks show.
"Your dogs are quite endowed!" said the python lady.
Pixie smiled, "Thank you. I had them strip naked to show themselves off."
The collie man chortled, "Nicely done! We removed our human's ability to speak," he motioned down at the canary lady; she looked back up with ashamed eyes; the collie man said, "She was screaming and crying so much after we transformed that we had to shut her up." he patted the canary's head, "That made her chirp and squawk a lot though." The python leaned down to the canary's head, "Can you say... mama?"
The canary struggled for a moment, trying to fight the command to speak, but couldn't. She chirped quietly. This got a laugh out of Geffa and Bugsy. Randal felt embarrassed for the poor bird girl.
The walk continued and the dogs got to see more of their fellow pets being walked around by anthropomorphic masters. There was a gerbil lady literally being rode by an anthro cat man and a feral fox dressed in minature clothes, like Bugsy. The gerbil crawled along the ground, looking strained at holding up the human-sized mutant with every step.
There were some more fortunate souls, however. Being walked by two sexy cat ladies was a lizard guy. He was gazing into the eyes of one of his cat masters and it was clear he wanted to do something with them because he had a beefy tent at the front of his slacks, his member nearly tearing through the fabric. The cats weren't shy about their attraction either as both had a hand on his butt and stared at him with a lustful expression.
In one of the big open spots, an owner cat was tossing a frisbee around for her golden retriever pet-human. She'd throw it and the retriever would take to all fours then run up and grab it with his teeth like a feral dog. When Randal got a sight of the retriever's eyes, the retriever looked miles away.
There was a collie woman walking her two white rabbit pets, one a chubby fatherly male and his young daughter, walking hand in hand in front of their collie master. They were terrified and both had a spooked expression on their face, barely turning their heads to look at anything. They had both pissed themselves, walking around with wet stains on their pants although the older man's stain traveled all the way down his pant legs.
Aside from a quartet of roommates that were forced by their new masters to take off their shirts when they were transformed, Randal and Todd were the only ones with articles of clothing remove, let alone all their articles. That is until Randal saw a lizard lady completely in the nude. She walked up to other pedestrians and sniffed at them, she grabbed things out of the garbage bins, she ran around on all fours, and she drooled on herself.
Her master Neptuna, a guppy lady with a big waist wearing classy clothes, called the lizard over and the lizard stumbled over on all fours. The lizard crouched in front of the guppy lady. The guppy patted the lizard's head. The lizard smiled up at her fish master, drooling happy.
Pixie and her group walked by. Pixie grinned, "I see someone has really taken to being a pet!"
Neptuna turned to Pixie and smiled, "Not on her accord, mind. When she was transformed, she got violent and attacked me and my uplifter. So my uplifter punished her by zapping away all her smarts!"
Randal stared into the lizard's vacant eyes. It was something he had seen a few times (and experienced himself) in the time he had been helping Bugsy and involving himself in the supernatural world. He had seen people have their minds regressed and lose all social faculties. They would behave like apes! Sometimes the mind regression was brought on with a transformation like turning into a wolfman. It was something he had experienced himself although one typically doesn't have memory of it.
Todd looked at the lizard drool, "So she's dumb as an animal?" His cock began to rise.
"That's right," said the guppy. She leaned close to Todd and whispered, "And all she wants to do is mate!"
Todd bit his lip and took his gaze down the lizard's body. As the lizard shifted on the grass, she splayed her legs apart and Todd could get what he was looking for. The lizard's smooth pussy was in plain view, glistening in the light of a nearby streetlamp. Todd let out a quiet moan and his dick went diamond!
I finally saw a girl's vagina, thought Todd.
Neptuna could see Todd was lusting for her pet and turned to Pixie and Geffa, "Would you mind if your dog here had a 'playdate' with my lovely lizard girl?"
Pixie nodded, "Not at all!"
Todd smiled and began giggling uncontrollably. After Pixie took his collar of his leesh, he walked up to the lizard girl and took her arm. She got up off the grass and followed him away from others. Todd's erect cock bouncing up and down as he walked into the distance. He grabbed one of her tits, letting the nipple rub down his palm. She giggled and drooled on herself. Todd couldn't help but drooling on himself, too!
The others watched Todd and the lizard run off to get busy. "Happy humpings!" said Neptuna.
Bugsy guffawed, "Figures that a nerd like Todd needs someone who's brain has been melted to get his dick wet!"
Geffa smiled, "Maybe I should primalize Todd." She looked at Randal, "Or maybe Randal."
Randal's eyes jolted wide. He turned to Geffa, "N-no, please! Don't mind wipe me! I'll be good! I won't attack you!"
Bugsy and the Neptuna amused at Randal's panic. Randal held his arms close nervously, grimacing at Geffa at what she might have done. Geffa gazed back with narrowed eyes and a menacing smirk but did nothing. She spoke, "Are you sure? That lizard seemed incredibly happy to be dumb!"
He looked over into the distance where he could see Todd and the lizard fucking on the ground. Todd was on his knees, positioned over top the lizard. The lizard was on her back with her legs folded close. They rocked as Todd thrusted vigorously into her core. She laid her head back, drooling all over herself with her tongue flopped out.
Geffa chuckled and rubbed Randal's arms, "I'm just kidding, of course." a pause, "For now..."
The guppy lady Neptuna joined Pixie and Geffa and left her lizard pet with Todd as the group continued to walk Randal around the park.
The guppy lady introduced herself. While she had dominative powers over her pet like Pixie had over Randal and Todd, it was her uplifter, the person who turned her from a stupid fish into a two-legged intelligent being, that devolved the lizard's (her pet and former master) intelligence down to an animalistic level.
Randal hadn't been shown off enough yet, so Pixie walked him around some more and made sure he walked out front so everyone would have their eyes drawn to him and his cock flopping out the front. At that point, Randal was getting used to have everyone see his naked penis but he kept pretending to be really embarrassed so Geffa wouldn't think to try something more humiliating.
They passed by a trio of a panda bear lady, a bulldog lady, and a white cat lady. All three of them caught eye of it. The panda lady, Eustice, took a hand up to her mouth and gasped, "Oh my!"
Donna the bull dog lady grinned and the cat lady's eyes went big.
Eustice the panda was big and tall but had a motherly demeanor beind a pair of eyeglasses. She narrowed her eyes and giggled, "What an impressive dog you have!"
Pixie smiled and did a little bow, "Thank you. I just got him today and we've already had such a good time!"
Donna wore a sleeveness vest to show off her muscular arms. She rumbled, "Yea, I bet you would have a good time with that!" and she motioned at Randal's cock. "Mastiffs are always such giants in the trousers..." she paused and tittered, "Not that he's wearing anything."
Brandy, the white cat girl, was shorter and the fattest in a trio of hefty ladies. Her rotund figure was dressed with a yellow and white strips T-shirt with a long sleeve light blue shirt with the buttons open. Her waistline was pretty big so her olive-green khakis needed to be a large size. She had black shoulder-length hair with teal streaks that draped over her eyes.
While her companions talked, Brandy remained silent. She quietly stared at Randal's doghood. Since becoming a cat and being introduced to humanoid animals earlier that evening, she had to pivot her expectations towards two-legged animal people, but upon looking at that nearly foot-long penis got her thinking about her sexual identity as a cat-person. The terror of being a cat-person was usually overwhelming but she couldn't concentrate on that when such a delightful dick was dangling in front of her.
Throughout the night, Randal had been looking into eyes that looked back with pity, amusement, or terror. The cat looked back with eyes that contained understanding, sympathy, and lust.
Randal's dick twitched.
"We're heading back to the house," said the panda. She put her hands on the cat's shoulders and leaned into her close, speaking quietly, "Our pet here has had an accident."
Brandy blushed and turned away in a panic. The bull dog slapped the cat on the back, "She shit her pants!"
Bugsy let out a big wheeze that turned into a uproarious laugh, "The fatso shit herself?" he slapped his knee, "The college-aged kids in this neighborhood flunked potty training, I think."
"If it's any consolation," said Neptuna, "I've only been continent for a few hours."
Bugsy walked up to Randal and patted him on the ankle, "I've seen this kid piss himself a dozen times! A candidate for adult diapers if I ever knew one!"
Randal growled down at Bugsy. Bugsy wasn't intimidated by Randal's canine growls but when Randal shoved Bugsy with his foot and made the raccoon topple over, Bugsy gave him a dirty look while he rubbed his head.
Eustice giggled, "Maybe he just needs a momma to teach him how to use the potty?"
Randal grumbled to himself then said, "I was fighting demons! And I didn't pee my pants a dozen times. Less!"
The panda perked, "Oh... You are the human boy that has been fighting off monsters around this neighborhood. Quite a brave little warrior!"
Bugsy rubbed his head, "Do brave little warriors whimper and piddle themselves when a gremlin jumps on their head?"
"I've known many warriors to have accidents!" said Eustice. She grinned warmly, "we all have oopsies sometimes."
"Sam the lion growled in Brandy's face and made her crap her pants," said Donna. At this point the bull dog noticed her former-master, now-pet cat lusting after Randal. She smirked and hip-checked the cat, "Do you want to fuck the dog, Brandy?"
The cat blushed, "Uh..."
The bull dog smiled big and teethily. She addressed the crowd, "She wants to fuck the dog."
"And the dog wants to fuck her," Neptuna pointed at Randal's dick. It was hanging in the air at a tender curve.
Randal was sick of feeling embarrassment and did nothing to hide his erection.
The bull dog blinked, "Oh! We might have to rush Brandy home so she can change her pants and come back to do it with this dog!" she smiled and edged close to Randal, "Maybe I can stay and 'warm up' him for you, Brandy."
The panda clapped her hands together, "Maybe I'll bend the rules this once and give her a quick clean." she motioned Brandy to turn away and she pointed at her butt and shot a small bolt out of her clawed finger. In an instant, the warm mushy feeling in Brandy's pants was gone.
Brandy smiled, "Thank you..." she said quietly, only wanting the panda to hear.
Randal was let off his leesh and the others left Brandy and Randal alone so they could get to it. Brandy came close and the two looked at each other in the eyes. It was both of their first kisses as animal people. It was awkward kissing with maws but they didn't care. The lust in them was boiling and no matter which way their faces touched, it was erotic. The sloppy makeouts felt good.
Brandy wrapped her arms around Randal. He in turn took his hands around her and rubbed down her back. He cupped her big ass with his hands. Feeling those big cheeks made him so erect he could hear the blood pumping through his dick. He couldn't help but thrust into Brandy, smacking his dick into her belly.
Brandy looked down and saw the big cock poking into her shirt. She took it and felt its warmth and firmness in her hands. As she rubbed and caressed his dick with her fingers, Randal pre-came. Brandy bit a lip, "It's so big!"
Randal carded his hands into Brandy's pants. He slipped them into her underwear and felt her fuzzy butt. He could hear Brandy purr when he gave her butt a little squeeze. He reached under her flabby cheeks. She was a fat one, but not one bit of Randal found that unattractive.
Likewise Brandy reached around Randal and felt his asscheeks. His butt was a little firmer than hers but still big and very naked. Feeling his cheeks made her twitch in delight and she had to position herself on an angle just so she could hump into his hip. It was ridiculous-looking but Randal found it hot.
All around the park there were animal sounds of lust. They could spot Todd and his lizard lady over by the pond; Todd thrusting into her. There was a plump chicken and a mouse guy doing it doggystyle while a lion stood nearby, his big thick penis out in the air and the lion jerking it off casually. There was a sparrow girl and goldfish girl sitting in the grass, cooch-to-cooch. They held each other close and yelped in ecstasy as they rubbed their ladyhoods together.
That night, the park had become a mutant animal orgy.
Randal looked at Brandy's big fat breasts. He placed a hand on one of them and slid down the top, rotating his hand around where the nipple would be if not shrouded with a T-shirt and a bra. Without asking, he reached at the bottom of Brandy's shirt and pulled upward. Brandy reached up to let Randal pull off her shirt and reveal her big, flabby white-furred torso with waves of fat hanging over the top of her pants. Her bouncy breasts were cased with a black bra.
Randal took the shirt and tossed it aside. Brandy stood with her fat shooting out in every direction. It was embarrassing to be topless and she blushed when she reached behind to unclip her bra. The bra fell away and dropped to the ground and Brandy's heart-raced when she felt the cool evening breeze blow past her naked pinkish nipples.
Randal smiled wide and leaned down to kiss the top of one of Brandy's tits then mawed the nip itself, dragging his tongue over it. Brandy held his head close and purred. Her chest twitched as Randal's slimy tongue dance with her nipple flicking it back and forth.
Randal raised himself, drool dripping from his mouth. Down below he was rocking a steel hard-on, its tip poking onto Brandy's jeans.
Brandy unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis. Pulling them down, she revealed her white cotton panties with a roaring lioness on the front. Her pants fell to her feet and she kicked them out from under her. She looked behind her back and poked her panties to confirm the poop was gone. She grinned.
Her heart picked up when Brandy took two thumbs into her panties and pulled down. Her glistening pink sex twitched as the cool evening breeze blown across its sultry folds. The pubic fuzz around it danced in the wind. It was a smooth pussy, but big and vibrant! Randal stared and drooled.
Bits of moistness clinged to Brandy's panties. She slid them down and flinged them off her foot. She looked at Randal shyly. Randal smiled and meant to say something romantic but what came out was, "I want to fuck you so bad." Brandy snerked, but it got her off.
Randal did what came natural. He took his arms around Brandy and pulled her close. His massive, erect cock angled down between her legs, pushing up into her pussy. Both of them liked this.
Brandy got down on the ground, leaned back, and spread her legs as far as the fatty limbs would go. She narrowed her eyes, "Fuck me."
Randal couldn't restrain himself if he tried. He jumped down on Brandy and in an instant his cock was seven inches inside of her. Brandy wasn't prepared to feel his cock in her nethers and she whimpered. Randal took the ankles of Brandy's legs and held them out. The thrusting began.
Both of their flabby bodies jiggled as Randal drilled into Brandy's sex-center. Randal grunted like an ape. Brandy moaned and stretched her legs apart further, gripping the ground for traction, although her weight was more than enough to keep her in place. The fat on her ass rolled to and fro with the thrusts, crushing the grass underneath.
Randal held her legs out and her feet twitched with orgasmic delight. Her toes curled. Randal's big cock pierced her so deeply she had thought he would break through to her spirit. It hurt, but in a good way. She took hold, squeezed one of her breasts, and gave out a guteral meow.
"Oh god," she whimpered, "Oh god, oh god!"
She bit her lip and her legs snapped as wide as they could go. Cream emerged from between Randal's dick and her vulva and dribbled onto his sac and down her perineum. She moaned. It was almost like there was no room in her vagina to cum with Randal's big cock taking up all the space.
Brandy squirmed and Randal's thrusting got faster. He threw his head back and howled. More juice emerged from between them and dripped into the grass. Their breathing settled and they looked at each other. Strings of drool hung from Randal's maw. Brandy let her tongue hang out the side of her mouth.
A couple minutes and they were back at it. Randal took Brandy by her sides, his hands cushioning into her furry flabby body. Brandy tucked her legs close and grabbed Randal's arms. Randal's cock drilled into her and she could feel the deepest recesses of her vagina part with his penetration.
She giggled like an idiot. She took her hands off of Randal's arms and grabbed both of her feet, tucking them closer. She was doing enough thrusting herself to keep up with Randal, pushing herself into Randal's center. Her vulva rubbed and dragged itself up and down Randal's massive throbbing shaft.
Randal looked at Brandy's thighs. They were big and meaty and when they were splayed like that for him it made him shiver with delight. He especially liked the folds right on Brandy's waist. He moved his hands down to hold them. They were so soft and caressed his padded hands perfectly.
Randal couldn't hold it in any longer. His face went stupid and his thrusting picked up like a jackhammer. More splooge escaped them and splattered to the ground. Brandy bit her tongue and meowed through her teeth. She splayed her knees out while keeping her feet tucked close.
Brandy moaned into the air and Randal grunted. After squirting out the last drip of their climax, Randal unmounted Brandy. They laid there, breathing heavily. Randal rubbed Brandy's fat belly.
A couple minutes later a frog man, with a dick size comparable to Randal's wonderful member, walked up to Brandy and asked to fuck her. Her legs snapped out and then she was tussling with the frog. Geffa, Pixie, and Bugsy came by to pickup Randal and take him home. After they found Todd jerking off on a bench, they went back to the house.
It looked like a lot of masters were taking their humanoid pets home. Was it real? Was that park in the same world as the park Randal knew? He couldn't tell. He had a feeling that many people in that neighborhood didn't look out their windows to a mutant animal orgy. Something about it was miraged, or cloaked.
On the way back, Todd checked Randal, "I fucked the lizard girl!"
"I know," said Randal, "I saw you."
"And I saw you fucking that fat cat!" said Todd, "I guess it's okay if you find fat ladies hot!"
Randal smiled and looked up into the night sky. He thought of her thick thighs and round tummy. He thought of her sexy feet and gorgeous eyes. He said, "She was beautiful..."
Pixie starts to have fun with Randal but further degrades his abilities
PLAYING WITH YOUR PET
Pixie and the others had returned to her home (formerly Randal and Todd's home) after a night of sexual freedom. Randal and Todd walked in the back door with their dicks still coated in moistness from sticking them into lustful vaginas. Pixie shut the door behind them and the night breeze that cooled their dicks vanished.
Geffa took Todd to another room without a word and Randal walked around the living room. He looked around, unsure what to do with himself. He stretched and yawned. It had been a long day and despite his polymorphic circumstances, he needed some sleep. There was no telling what his canine future had in store for him but he knew that he was going to end the day still a dog.
Pixie was hanging up the collars on the hangers by the front door. Randal called to her, "Where am I supposed to sleep?"
Pixie motioned out the back screen door, "In the doghouses!"
Randal looked into the backyard. He must have not seen them coming in because back there were two doghouses, never seen before by Randal! Randal turned cold. The idea of him sleeping outside was horrifying, let alone sleeping as a naked dog-man.
"I have to sleep outside?" said Randal.
"You are a pet after all!" Pixie said.
Randal said nothing but stewed in his own preemptive embarassment. He thought about people walking by the backyard, staring at him while he was asleep, measuring and sizing up his flacid penis. They could comment on its size and shape without him even knowing it. The thought was dreadful!
"But do dogs sleep on their master's bed?" said Pixie.
"Some do," said Randal.
Pixie walked up to Randal, "Then... maybe tonight you can sleep on my bed."
Randal smiled wide, tongue out and ears perked! He was happy to be given mercy from his master! If he had a tail, it would have been wagging! Pixie was going to bed so Randal followed her to her (formerly Todd's) room, but she asked him to wait outside and shut the door. Randal was confused but looked over at the kitchen and pulled out a dining table chair. He sat for a minute and when the door opened, Pixie was wearing a silk blue nightgown.
She said nothing, but Randal got a vibe. He got up and followed Pixie into the room. The idea of being in Todd's room was weird, but it already had Pixie's feminine feel. The computer that Todd had was gone. It looked like new furniture had been moved in and old stuff removed, not that Randal had seen into Todd's room too many times.
The bed was large and covered with a frilly comforter. It was weird to sleep at the end of the bed like an actual pet dog but the bed was comfortable and he knew that it was an upgrade from sleeping in the backyard. Pixie slid into the bed, put her legs under the sheets and picked up a book by the nightstand.
Randal didn't know how to curl up like a dog. He flipped around the bed, trying to tug in his legs, but nothing was working. He laid on his back with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and was pretty comfy. He rested there for a while quietly, but then opened his eyes and looked over a Pixie reading her book.
"Whatcha reading?" asked Randal.
"The Horns of Roxbury," said Pixie, "It's a sultry romance novel. It's pretty good!" she paused, "Although technically its the first book I ever read."
"What's it about?" asked Randal.
Pixie giggled, "A sheep lady and her lizard husband move to a country town. They become neighbors to a cougar farmer and the sheep finds out that..." Pixie giggled again, but lower, "the cougar man has a massive package!"
Randal chuckled, "So it's a sexy book?"
Pixie grinned, "We'll see!"
Randal said nothing for a moment, then flipped on his back, "Oh... anyway, good night!"
Pixie lifted a foot under the covers and used the clothed appendage to rub Randal's side, gliding her foot's soft flesh along his fuzzy hips. She said, "Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"
Randal looked at her. She looked back with lustful eyes. He leaned up and crawled up across the bed, penis dangling and wagging as he moved closer to Pixie. When he got close, she put the book down on the endtable and reached out to bring Randal's head in close. She turned her head and Randal turned his the other way and their lips connected. It was a quiet clean kiss. After pulling away, Randal and Pixie smiled at each other.
"Come on," said Pixie, "You can kiss me better than that. Kiss me hard! Let yourself go wild!"
Was it a command from Pixie, something that would control Randal's body to do her bidding? Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't but Randal shoved his face into Pixie's and began kissing sloppily, letting his mouth open and close on Pixie's face. Pixie's muzzle was a lot smaller but she did her best to kiss back equally as sloppy and wildly. Their tongues danced and connected. Randal let drool fall from his chin onto the bed.
They fell away from each other. Pixie looked at Randal with some spit dripping from her chin. She pulled her legs out from under the covers. She wagged a foot at him and he picked it up and kissed her on the top of her foot. He massaged the top of the foot and the padding on the bottom, letting one of her claws scrape gently down the middle of his palm.
Pixie lowered the straps to her nightgown and let it fall to her waist. Pixie's breasts, tummy, and fat body were in naked view. She had big breasts with a natural firmness. Her flabs of fat cuddled to her sides and back. Randal looked at her body and his butt clenched. Slowly, his cock got firm.
Pixie fondled her breasts, "Lick."
Randal leaned in and with his big mastiff tongue gave one of Pixie breasts a lick, the nipple rubbing down the center of his tongue. He gave another lick to the side, then another underneath. He suckled the nipple just a second, and felt actual milk enter his mouth but pulled away because it felt like he was going too far.
Pixie giggled and turned to let her legs hang over the bed. She lowered the nightgown to the floor and then pulled down her panties. She turned back towards Randal and her cooch was in full display. It glistened in the dim bedroom light. It was pink but the slightest fuzz gave it an orange hint.
Pixie splayed her legs apart and leaned against the wall behind the headboard. Randal got up on his knees and shimmied forward between Pixie's fatty thighs. Another fat cat to fuck this evening, but Randal liked it. In that moment, he could have welcomed an eternity of fucking fat cat ladies. His cock was long and hard as a telephone pole.
"You better treat your owner real good!" said Pixie.
Randal took Pixie's thighs and lifted them up a bit so he could insert his cock with ease. There was a sticky smack sound when the long hard shaft sliding into her and parting her succulent vaginal lips. Pixie moaned as she felt the large train dig deep into her sex tunnel. Her toes curled, and she lifted up her legs.
Randal took her ankles, kept her legs stretched out far apart, and began thrusting. It was a strong paced thrust into his owner's love area. He looked into her eyes and she looked back with a peaceful satisfied look. He kept thrusting, his balls smacking against her taint. Her tail curled around his waist and caressed the top of his chunky butt cheeks.
It felt better when Randal angled himself so that his big cock rubbed against the roof and sides of her sex. Pixie liked it and with the feeling of an orgasm coming on she folded her legs and clawed into Randal's back. She moaned and her eyes shot open in wild directions. She meowed deeply and loudly!
Randal looked into the eyes and saw the dumbified beast that she was. He couldn't help himself and he started to bark and howl, letting drool hang from his mouth. He grabbed Pixie's soft ass and thrusted harder and faster. His cock exploded with seed and consuming Pixie's deepest dens. Cum geysered back up along Randal's cock and spattered out from Pixie's cunt. It dripped down onto her pink bedsheets.
They had a moment where Randal laid down on the pillows beside Pixie, leaking drips of cum onto the bed. It was a brief respite. Pixie rubbed a foot against Randal's leg. Randal reached out and rubbed Pixie's fatty tummy. She giggled, "Your master needs to lose some weight!"
"My master is gorgeous," he said as he hoisted himself up and over Pixie. He looked at her shimmering eyes and smiled then lowered himself into her fatty body, letting it take him like a cushion. Pixie purred and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Randal stuck his rod inside her and started thrusting again.
She rocked against his thrusts. Randal grabbed the back of her flabby sides. He loved the feeling of her chubby limbs wrapping around him, constraining him. She was a sexy bundle of blankets he could cum into. Her sex was so warm and it was too wonderful to drill his hard cock into it.
Pixie narrowed her eyes sensually. Then she was growling and moaning. She bit her lip hard and squirmed under Randal. Randal pushed harder and deeper, kicking the sheets off the bed. He growled as cum escaped him and he climaxed. Seed fired into his owner once again. Pixie squeezed her legs together tight, to almost hold Randal in place. A flare erupted from within her sex and she climaxed. She rode him like an upside-down cowgirl, and meowed loudly. She meowed for her pet to get her deeper, as deep as he could go.
Round three and they moved to the floor. Pixie got on all fours and looked back at Randal with a smile. She wiggled her butt and waved her tail. Doggy-style. Randal was paralyzed with anticipation. His dick hung in the sky, nearly stretching to a full foot. His balls throbbed. He stared at the cat's quadraped figure.
Then he hopped on behind her, thrusting wildly. He humped with the speed and vigor of a train engine. Pixie was caught off guard. She squealed and clawed into the carpet. Randal banged her hard and her vulva was getting pounded, fast and with force. Their legs were along each other, all the way down to their feet. Their toes and ankles danced together.
Randal barked like mad. He couldn't keep his head straight to bark in one direction. He barked at three sides of the room. Drool snapped and whipped from his face, falling onto Pixie's head and onto the floor. Pixie was meowing so hard and rapidly that she cut off some meows and immediately started another.
Randal didn't even notice his cumming right away. His bits were ablaze with lust so that the warmth of a climax took a few seconds to register. Pixie moaned and let a rush of fluid escape her. Sex juices waterfalled from them. They collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily.
For the fourth turn, Pixie got Randal to lie down on the bed and straddled him. She looked down at him with a smile as she rocked back and forth on his dick. Randal took Pixie's hand and looked back up at her, smiling with his tongue hanging out a smidge. Randal's body shifted with the bed's squeaking.
Their last orgasm was quieter and quick. They moaned then slowed down the rocking, Pixie pulled herself off of Randal's dick, then laid down beside Randal. The two gazed at each other lovingly, not minding that they were laying in small piddles of their own cum. Pixie pulled up the covers over them and the two cuddled close. They gave each other one last look then Pixie closed her eyes and Randal followed. They drifted off into sleep.
Before Randal even opened his eyes, he remembered he had been turned into a dog. As he rose out of slumber, he could feel the bed sheets covering his furry, naked body. There was still that unusual carriage of fat on the front of him. His feet were more sensitive, fuzzy on the top, and had tiny claws.
He opened his eyes and saw his snout in front of him. A stroke with his hand reminded him it was real. Pixie wasn't in the bed with him; she must have woken up early. It was weird waking up in Todd's room, although it was his owner's room now. Randal leaned up and looked around. Had Pixie redone the walls? It was a completely different room, it seemed.
Randal looked over on the endtable and saw the book Pixie was reading last night before their tangle. The front of the cover had a sheep lady in an old-fashioned dress cuddling close to a cougar man, snuggling into his bare furry chest. What was weird was the writing. It was in a kind of script that Randal didn't know, like an alien language. Was it always like that? He could have sworn that the words were in English the day yesterday.
Randal threw off the covers and got up out of bed. He looked down at his dick. He couldn't help but smile because after all, it was a hefty cock! If he had stuck it in any girl, they would have been knocked off their feet! Could he at least bring it back to his myuman form? Would he ever be a myuman again? Randal was no stranger to transformation but there was no guarantee he could revert from his dogginess.
He opened the door and looked out into the kitchen. The frying pan was sizzling up something. On the table was a plate with a stack of pancakes. Behind the table, Randal could see Todd's butt poking up in the air, meaning that Todd was on the floor and had his face down in his doggie bowl.
A door opened. Randal looked over to see Geffa, still in her myumanoid form, walking out of his room. She was wearing a pink housecoat which Randal thought was a cute alternative to the elegant clothes she was wearing yesterday. Even with the fuzzy collar, Geffa's volumous bosom was visible.
"You slept in my room?" said Randal.
"It's my room now, pet," said Geffa.
"But... but my stuff!"
A toilet flushed and the bathroom door came open. Pixie stepped out, wearing the same green suit she wore the day before. She held a newspaper under her arm. She saw Randal and smiled. She walked up and gave him a peck on the side of his snoot.
"Thanks for last night," said Pixie.
"What do you mean?" asked Geffa.
"He spent the night in my room," Geffa rubbed the top of Randal's head, "He was a good boy."
Randal blushed and Pixie walked to the stove and picked up the pan. She flipped it and Randal could see that pancakes were what was frying. Pixie flipped the pancakes with incredible grace, like she was a professional cook. Her striped tail flicked behind her when she tossed her arm. The pancakes landed back in the pan gracefully.
Geffa put a hand on Randal's shoulder, "Make a pot of coffee or I'll eat you for breakfast."
Randal panicked. He had never used the coffee maker before; he didn't even know who owned it whether it was a roommate's or if it belonged to the landlord. He stepped into the kitchen, the tile floor being cool on his bare feet. The coffee maker was beside the stove and while Randal took out the cart, Pixie gave him a playful look and wiggled her hips.
Geffa sat down at the table, a plate set for her with fork, and she watching the naked dog run around in a panic. There was a plate of pancakes in the center of the table and Geffa took a few. Her drizzling of maple syrup was conersative, not a drop of the syrup hit anything but the pancake. Her cuts with the knife were elegant.
There was a tin of coffee in the cupboard. Randal grabbed it but didn't know if it was the right flavor becuase the writing was all gibberish. It was that alien language again!
"I can't read this," said Randal.
"That's the right coffee, dog," said Geffa.
There were some filters beside the coffee maker. Randal picked one up and put it into the cart. He was in a hurry so the filter folded on the edge. He popped open the coffee tin and shoveled in grinds into the filter, too stressed to keep count. After the base of the filter was covered he shoved the cart back into the maker and hit the switch.
"You forgot the water," said Geffa.
Randal winced. He turned the coffee off and took the pot to the sink. As it sat there, filling up with water, he looked down at the floor at Todd eating pancakes out of his bowl. Todd was content. Bugsy walked in from the living room, although Randal could barely see the raccoon walking on the floor, being the only one in the house who wasn't a myumanoid version of an animal, although with Bugsy's clothes he was trying to look the part.
The pot had filled with water. Randal rushed it to the maker and turned it on.
"Good job, dog," said Geffa.
"Where did this coffee come from?" asked Randal.
"From here," said Pixie, "You can't read it because I commanded you and Todd to stop knowing how to read."
Randal blinked, "You, you what?"
"You're completely illiterate, mongrol," said Geffa.
Randal's eyes darted around the room. He looked at labels and everything to see if he recognized any words but they were all alien and unfamiliar. He choked, "But why? You don't have to do this."
Pixie smiled, "You are my pet, Randal. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to have the same... abilities as I do."
Randal rubbed one foot with his other. The world, even the house he was sleeping in, suddenly felt hostile. His breathing got hard.
"Nevermind that, Randal," said Pixie. She flipped some pancakes onto a clean plate and put a spoonful of jam on them. For a second, she held the plate out for Randal to take but just as Randal reached out to take it she reached out and turned the plate over, letting the pancakes and jam fall into his dogbowl on the floor with a petit splash. Pixie smiled, "Breakfast!"
Bugsy giggled. He had himself a smaller plate and pulled off a piece of pancake for himself, no syrup. He parked his butt on the table, sat with his legs out and jovially chowed down on his food.
Randal sighed and walked around Todd to his dogbowl. The pancakes were folded in unappetizing ways and the jam was on the bottom of the bowl. Randal got down on all fours and took some bites. Although Randal was upset on his sudden lack of reading ability, the taste of the pancakes were pretty good so he found an appetite.
Pixie turned off the stove, dumped the remaining cakes on the pan onto her plate and took the nice big stack over to the table. She augmented that stack with the other plate of pancakes and dumped a waterfall of syrup onto the pile. Pixie's eyes glistened. Without even reaching for a fork or knife, Pixie's opened her mouth wide and chomped down on the pancakes, splashing syrup around the table. She chewed loudly, syrup dripping out of her mouth, then swallowed hard. Another big chomp, then another. Her cheeks were stuffed with food and syrup and bits of cake were all over her face. She chewed slowly, struggling to crush the overwhelming glob of food in her mouth. She moaned as she pushed down big chews, then with pancake and syrup dripping from her face, swallowed the whole thing.
Bugsy and Geffa stared at her in disbelief. She ahemed, picked up a napkin, and wiped her face, "It's not my fault I'm like this. Patricia made me fat!"
Bugsy, Geffa, and Pixie finished up their food and left the kitchen but for the two dogs eating out of bowls for the second time of their life, they took longer. Todd finished up and turned upright to sit on his butt. He licked his lips, "That cat knows how to make good pancakes! Do you think she always knew how to do that, even when she was small?"
Randal took his head out of the bowl, "No. She got the ability, she gained all that knowledge when Geffa..." he gestured his hands unasuredly, "when Geffa made her myumanly! She went from a dumb animal to intelligent being by magic!"
"Ah," said Todd, "Do you think they could cast a spell on me to make me learn the entire history of the world?"
Randal couldn't answer. He grumbled, "I don't know," but then focused on the problem at hand, "But didn't you hear what Pixie said? We can't read! They took away our ability to read!"
Todd was unphased, "Who cares? Reading is for nerds!"
Randal frowned, "You could take this seriously, ya know."
For the first hour of that morning, everyone was off doing their own thing. Bugsy was watching TV, although the show looked like a cop show but with chicken people and cat ladies. It wasn't a cartoon, it looked live-action, except the actors were animal people like what he had been turned into and Pixie and Geffa, etc.
Randal had spent the last hour trying to relearn how to read but he didn't even know where to start. Every book looked like an alien language and even trying to remember what words looked like before he was commanded to unlearn literacy had no effect.
Breakfast, and everything he had eaten since yesterday, had caught up with him. He bowels beckoned. He got up and walked through the kitchen to the washroom but as he walked through the door, a voice caught him, "Nope!"
It was Pixie, coming out of her room. She shook her head, "That's not your bathroom anymore."
Randal dreaded a response, "Where's... the bathroom then?"
Pixie pointed to the backroom, "Over there."
Randal nervously stepped out of the bathroom and down the hall. He could see newspaper on the floor and his heart sank in anticipation of something monumentally degrading. His steps turned inward and awkward. He didn't want to make it to the end of that hallway. He would have preferred messing on the floor.
Bugsy and Geffa noticed that one of the house's dogs were about to use the newspaper toilet for the first time and couldn't miss such a spectacle of embarrassment. Bugsy hopped up from the couch and ran up to them, following Pixie. Geffa came out of the living room and joined the march.
Randal stepped on the newspaper and looked around. Newspaper had been spread all around the room, practically covering the whole floor in front of the back door no one used. The garbage can that the household once used for Pixie's litterbox was moved to the other side of the room. On the dresser nearby, a package of wet wipes.
Randal turned to the others and grimaced, "Where... where am I supposed to go?"
Pixie gestured to the newspaper at Randal's feet, "Right there."
"I can't go if you're watching!" said Randal, "Please don't make me do this!"
Bugsy and Geffa snickered. Pixie grinned warmly, "You're a pet and this is where you go. After a few times you'll get used to it."
Randal rubbed his arm nervously. He had to go one and two so it wasn't a simple pee on the floor job. He stepped around the newspaper, unsure of what move to make.
"Looking for the perfect spot?" asked Bugsy.
Randal slowly and uncomfortably squatted down. The three of them were looking right at him so he turned around but his butt was in plain view, so he turned around again and looked out towards the other end of the hall, trying not to focus on his audience.
Every little titter or chuckle that came out of Bugsy and Geffa made him want to bite someone's head off, but he focused on relaxing and letting his bowels out. Without his own whim, his mind focused on a fire hydrant. He thought of its shiny red coat. It is was an old-fashioned model, the vaults would be painted yellow.
There was a hissing sound and then a plip-plip. He chuckled nervously as he peed onto the paper, shifting his legs out so the puddle wouldn't touch his feet. There was a crackle and his body pushed a big log out of him. He wasn't worried about that kind of bodily waste touching him.
"Just like in nature, Randy," said Bugsy, "Before indoor plumming."
Randal tried not to look at them. He couldn't have anything break his concentration. He was managing to relieve himself but any spike in tension could cut off the current. His mind focused on mundane things, nothing to agitate his sphincter. The pee kept flowing and although the smell was strong, he didn't mind.
After he was done, he rised slowly. He looked down at what he did. There was a big puddle and a large log wrapped around itself. He couldn't believe he did that in front of a crowd. The box of wet wipes was on the corner of the drawer. He took a sheet, gave his tip a quick wipe, and reached around behind him. The wet sheet dug between his fat cheeks. He was sure to really dig into the fur, then he dropped it on the mound.
"Where do I put this newspaper?" said Randal.
"I'll deal with it." said Pixie.
"But I should." said Randal.
"Noooo," said Pixie, "You're the pet. I'm the master. I'll deal with it."
Randal felt weird about it but let it go. He carefully walked off the paper and went down the hall, trying not to look at Geffa or anyone as he passed. The two snickered as he walked by.
The afternoon arrived and Randal was still at the desk in the corner trying to relearn how to read, but wasn't having any luck. It seemed like Pixie's commands took away his ability to relearn too. He had a red book in front of him and it was like the symbols that were supposed to be letters kept shifting and changing.
Randal closed the book and rested his head down on the desk. He was right beside the screen door to the backyard and he wondered if anyone would see him through the glass. He didn't care and had a feeling anyway that if someone looked inside there would be an enchantment that would prevent that someone from seeing a chubby naked dog man.
Randal's baggy sack rested on the firm cushion, his big testicles spread out with his meaty penis resting the seat. He thought about how weird it was that his naked ass and penis have touched a few seats around the living room. His ass wasn't so hairy until yesterday but it was still weird.
The front door open and indistinct chatter was heard. Randal looked up at the door and saw two figures walk inside, although his eyes weren't used to the sunlight coming in through the doorway and it took a second for him to make out their forms. The voices became distinct, one was a female's and the other was a male's.
The male was a frog, although his colors were hard to make out in the light. He was wearing a shirt with a tie, and a pair of slacks. No shoes for his bulbous feet.
The female stepped out of the doorway and her form was visible. She was a canary with mostly red feathers. Her beak was long, narrow, and whitish yellow. The feathers on her head bolted out in front of her stylishly. She had a thick waist, and a puffy tail that stuck out almost a foot-long. Her red feathery body transitioned into yellow scales just below her knees.
She was, very shamelessly, completely naked. Her perky breasts hung in the air, her nips out in the open. Her feathery cooch was available for everyone to see. She turned to Randal and smiled, "You must be one of Pixie's pooches. Where is she?"
"I don't know," said Randal, "She's around the house, somewhere."
The bird began walking across the living room towards Randal. Randal met her halfway. She extended a feathery hand and Randal took it and shook it. She said, "The name's Bulma."
"Randal," the dog-boy replied. He looked down at Bulma's breasts. They were hard to ignore and just underneath them was her cooch. Randal could see the lips poking out in front of her. His dick started to rise.
Bulma giggled, "What's the matter? Never seen a bird in the buff before? With your own fashion choices," she motioned at Randal, "I'd wager you wouldn't be so shocked."
"He's nude not on his own volition," said Pixie, walking out of the kitchen, "I have my pets be naked." she smiled, "I prefer to make my pets to be nude, to emphasize their petness."
Bulma clapped her feathery hands together and laughed, "Not a bad idea!" She looked over at her frog friend, "Maybe I should force Terry here to be nude!" She looked at her own clothingless body, "But it wouldn't have the same effect!"
Terry the frog chuckled nervously.
Pixie grinned warmly at Randal, "Don't just stand there, Randal. Introduce yourself!"
"What?" said Randal.
Pixie motioned down at Bulma waist. Bulma knew instantly what she meant and what she wanted the dog to do.
Randal said, "Oh," and then awkwardly got down on his knees to lean into Bulma's crotch. Her perky sex was covered in soft yellow down. His face could feel the heat coming off of it. He shivered and with his big canine nose, he took a whiff. His nose was filled with a salty but captivating smell. Randal's dick continued to firm up.
"If it smells like roast chicken," said Bulma, "it's because Terry was drilling me so hard last night that it gave me friction burn!" She let out a laugh, "I had to sleep with a bag of ice between my legs!"
Terry blushed. Pixie felt a pang of lust in her panties and walked over beside the frog man. She looked him up and down and Terry returned the look with cautious curiosity. Pixie smiled and motioned at Randal, "My pet right there is an excellent lovemaker as well!"
Randal pulled away from sniffing Bulma's crotch and stood up. Bulma looked down at his big chunky schlong hanging at half-mast. She smirked, "I can see why! Terry here's got a big one too."
Pixie looked down at Terry's waist, "Oh?"
Bulma turned around, "Terry, show them what a big schlong you got!"
Terry was nervous, "Right here? Right now?"
Bulma nodded, "Yeah!"
Terry looked around the house. He grimaced, "But... everyone will see! I'm embarrassed!"
Bulma chuckled, "Nothing to be embarrassed about!" she pointed at Randal's member, hanging firm and thick in the air, "See? Randy here is letting his out. Join the club!"
Pixie put a hand on Terry's shoulder, "I would like to see your penis, Terry."
Terry was silent, then sighed and reached down to unbutton his pants. A zip of his fly and he reached in and pulled out a bright green dick. It was flaccid but still as long as Randal's semi-erect one. It was thick. Terry looked up at Pixie, "Here you go..."
Pixie's eyes shone brightly, "Very... very good!"
Bulma cackled, "That was my playtoy all last night. He got so deep inside me, he painted the very back of my cave!"
Terry blushed. Pixie chuckled. Randal giggled and despite being upstaged by another male's large penis, he didn't mind.
"Can I put it away now?" asked Terry.
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Fine."
Terry stuffed his junk back in his pants and closed them up. Pixie moved everyone to the couch by the TV. Bulma sat in the center with Randal and Terry at her side. When he sat down, Randal's cock popped up and hung there for the while. He couldn't help but look at Bulma's round, perky breasts.
"I can't believe there are two-legged creatures that don't want to be nude!" said Bulma, "When I was uplifted by Ziharg, the transformation gave me a close fitting sweater and a pair of mom jeans." she motioned at her hips, "They were nice clothes, but I couldn't wait a minute before getting naked again like my un-evolved self!" she spread her legs, bumping knees with Randal and Terry, "Letting my vagina out in the open!"
Randal sat there with his cock cranked up in the air. It was hard for anyone to ignore although no one said anything. Bulma closed her legs back up. From the kitchen hallway came Bugsy, walking on all four down the carpet. He saw a gathering of animals around the TV and had to inquire. He hopped up on the endtable and then the back of the couch. He looked over Bulma's shoulder and saw she was completely naked, "Who's the bird?"
Bulma turned to Bugsy, "The bird is Bulma. You got a name, small fry?"
Ignoring Bulma's question, Bugsy looked at Randal's erect cock. Randal couldn't stop looking at Bulma naked body. She had beautiful breasts, an irresistable ass, and occasionally Bulma shifted her hips in a way that gave Randal a glance at her pussy. His cock was growing up from his lap into the sky.
Bugsy laugh, "Good gravy, Randal. I know there's a naked lady in the room but try to have some control!"
Bulma smugly smiled at Bugsy, "It's fine. I would rather someone be open about their arousal than shamefully hide it. Beside..." she motioned down at her own crotch, "I'm pretty aroused myself!"
Her feathery cooch was seeping sex juices down her taint and onto the couch. Bugsy couldn't believe that a sexy bird like Bulma was into a geek like Randal.
Bulma looked at Pixie, "I came over to see how you were settling in to your new life." She took a hand onto Randal's thigh, "Your pets seem well behaved."
She looked at Randal. His cock was so hard it was nearly poking him on the bottom of his chin. Bulma chuckled and motioned at Randal's schlong, "You should try sucking it."
"What?" said Randal.
"Yeah, Randal," said Bugsy, "You know you've always wanted to!"
"No I don't," said Randal. He looked at his big rod in front of him. It was dangerously close to his snout. He realized he could easily suck his own dick. The temptation came over him like a fever. He wiggled his toes and clawed into the couch below him. It must have felt remarkable.
"Go ahead, Randal," said Pixie, "You have my permission."
"I really don't want to!" said Randal.
Bulma smiled, "You will want to when you give it your first shot!"
Randal was feeling uncomfortable with all those eyes on him, waiting in anticipation. He shifted towards the edge of the couch, like he was hiding in a corner.
"Randal," said Pixie, "give yourself oral pleasure."
It was a command from his master. He dipped his head down and took his big snout over the tip of his hard cock. He began sucking. His eyes were wide with shock.
Bulma and Pixie watched on with satisfaction while Bugsy broke out into a cackle. Randal shivered as the feeling of his soft warm mouth rode up and down the end of his cock. He couldn't pull away. He moaned.
Bulma and Pixie continued the conversation. They talked about their time as a sentient being which for both of them was not even a day yet. They talked about eating myuman food, and walking on two feet. They talked about having big tits. They talked about the joys of using a myuman language.
Randal was massaging the tip of his cock with his mouth. The shame and shock wore off and he began to enjoy it. It felt... very good. Remarkable.
"That reminds me," said Pixie, "what if I took away my pets' ability to speak? It's not proper for pets to talk."
Normally that kind of talk would alarm Randal but he was so entranced by his own cock sucking that he didn't care. Bugsy zipped down the couch and jumped onto Randal's shoulder. He looked at this myuman friend casually suck his own dick. Bugsy chuckled, "You enjoying the taste of your own dick, you depraved freak?"
Pixie scowled, "Bugsy, don't be so rude."
Bugsy gave a look at Pixie and then hopped off Randal's shoulder and back onto the couch. Pixie looked at Terry, who was sitting completely quietly. Pixie asked, "How are you enjoying being a frog, Terry?"
"It's ok," said Terry.
Pixie chuckled, "Surely it must be more than 'ok'."
Bulma laughed, "He's been nervous as fuck since being turned into a frog!"
Pixie giggled warmly, "That makes sense. It must be pretty scary to have your life changed like that."
Bulma smiled, "You're telling me! Terry here peed all over himself!"
Terry blushed and through Randal's euphoric cock-sucking, he could feel the second hand embarrassment. In fact, Randal could feel Bugsy's smiled stretch across his face. Bugsy laughed and muttered something about college kids needing diapers.
Pixie chuckled, "I had a similar incident with the other one. My pet Todd had quite the accident and had to be taken into the other room for a change!" She looked at Randal, "This one here had no such issue, but he has dealt with supernatural matters before; demons and such. From what I hear, he's had 'incidents'."
Bulma's eyes lit up and she looked over at Randal, still sucking his dick. She said, "Is that so? Tell me about it, Randal."
Randal did nothing but suck his own dick, the long pole piercing into his maw.
Pixie blinked, "Uh, you can stop pleasuring yourself, Randal."
Pixie's command had left control of his body but he kept sucking. Randal was in a groove, how could he stop when the feeling of his lips, tongue, maw, and even teeth on his cock was so pleasurable?
Pixie scowled, "Stop sucking, Randal. Bulma wants to talk to you."
Randal blinked and removed his mouth from his member. He leaned up and looked around, "Uh, sorry."
Bulma smiled, "So you have experience in dealing with demons?"
Randal shrugged, "Yeeeeah... I've helped Bugsy take care of a few of them these last couple months."
Right on cue, Bugsy butted in with a quip, "And not without pissin' his pants!"
Randal grimaced but said nothing. Bulma grinned warmly, "Why of course! Demon-fighting is scary business!" She leaned closely to Randal, "If I had to go toe-to-toe with a demon, I'd crap a huge load into my drawers!" She cackled and slapped Randal's thigh, "If I was wearing any..."
Bugsy realized that Bulma wasn't going to get in on teasing Randal he he was doing, so he hopped down from the couch and left the room.
Bulma slitted her eyes at Randal, "A brave hero like yourself deserves special rewards."
Bulma got up and shifted her body onto Randal. She dropped down onto his lap, facing him and once he grabbed her body, she lifted her legs around Randal's head and over the top of her couch. With her legs angles up like that, her butt was digging into Randal's thighs but he didn't mind.
She lifted herself up a moment so Randal could jam his cock into her sex and she lowered herself back down. A ring of juice built up around Randal's cock as her sex smacked downward. She moaned as her innards were pentrating by such a big lovestick. The juice dripped all over Randal's furry lap.
Randal grabbed hold of her legs and started rocking back and forth. She grabbed his shoulders. Pixie and Terry watched. It was a new position for Randal but he found his groove. He tightened his butt and thrusted upward into the bird, although she was liking the ride regardless. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue hung out.
Terry had a bulge going. The sight of his master getting funky with a naked dog man made the frog boy's loins excited. His cock was pushing up into the front of his pants. Pixie noticed and took a hand down his lap, causing Terry's dick to twitch. She opened his pants and let that big cock out into the light once again. She rubbed it, and patted the long member.
Bulma's breasts were bouncing right in front of his face. He leaned forward into them and they were like the best pillows around. He rubbed his cheek on the soft down. He nuzzled into between her breasts. Bulma didn't even seem to notice and turned her feet inward as her pangs of arousal intensified.
She pressed her legs down onto Randal's shoulders and cawed out loudly. Her toes curled and her feathery fingers dug into Randal's body. She came. She cawed loudly and wild as she came, her eyes going in all directions.
Randal saw Bulma's dumbified expression and couldn't hold it in. He started to cum. At first, small bursts. Then bigger and bigger. He grunted and growled and splooge seeped out from Bulma's sex. It got all over Randal's legs and onto the couch.
Pixie was jerking off Terry's cock with a full hand. They watched as Randal and Bulma finished their shag.
Bulma panted and arced her legs down off Randal's shoulder. While shakily holding the arm of the couch, she moved herself down onto the floor at Randal's feet, slipping off Randal's cock gracefully and with plenty of stickiness in her wake. She fell off but wasn't hurt. She looked up and smiled at Randal.
They went back to the kitchen to get some paper towels and cleaned up the mess. After the couch was mostly clean aside from some cum stains, Bulma got ready to leave. Terry at her side, she said goodbye, walked out the door and went home.
Pixie and Randal alone, Pixie got a thought. She recalled what she said earlier, about pets not being able to talk. Pixie turned to her pet dog, "Randal, you may not speak myuman language."
Randal was confused, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a, "Ruff?"
(Although the characters were human in previous, their original forms are now myuman. The world is full of myumans. Myumans are basically humans except with vaguely feline features. They also have larger dicks on average.)
Randal and Todd are getting used to being dogs, descending into beasthood, when a roommate comes home and is forced to join the fun!
TURN YOUR ROOMATE INTO A BITCH
It had been a full day since Randal and Todd were turned into dogs.
Although he had his ability to read taken away from him, Randal still understood how an analog clock worked. He saw that it was 7 o'clock and knew it had been a full 24 hours since he and his roommate Todd had been turned into dogs. Since then he had been stripped naked, walked around the town to show off his naked body, had his bathroom privileges revoked, had his ability to read taken away, and recently had his ability to talk taken away.
But as a dog he had gotten laid three times already, so it wasn't all bad!
He wandered idly around the house, unsure what to do. The night moved in and it was getting close to bedtime. His master Pixie allowed him to sleep on the bed the night before but wouldn't allow it a second time in a row.
"You have to get used to sleeping outside," said Pixie.
Randal looked out the screendoor window out into the backyard. Todd was already out there lying on his back. The blackness of the night stretched out beyond the backyard into the park. The idea of Randal sleeping outside where anyone could see him made him agoraphobic.
He tried to protest but all that came out were dog whimpers. Pixie gave him a peck on the cheek, said her goodnight, and then went into the room. Randal was left alone in the dark. The quiet was excruciating. He swallowed hard, walked up to the screendoor, and let himself outside.
Todd didn't seem to notice Randal walk out. Randal looked around. It didn't look like any other pets were sleeping outside. He cuddled himself close and got down beside a doghouse. There was something written above it but he couldn't read. Maybe it wasn't his doghouse? It didn't matter.
He laid down on his back and faced the stars. The night was cool but he would survive. He could hear owls hooting and bugs chirping. He glanced over at Todd. Todd seemed to be in a similar state, staring at the stars.
Randal thought about everything that happened to him over the last day. Would he be stuck this way? Would he ever go to school again? Would he fail? So many questions swam around in his mind. How was he going to get to sleep with such anxiety? What would happen if his family saw him the way he was? Would he get a girlfriend this way?
Randal's thoughts were interrupted by a smacking sound. He looked over and saw Todd with a tall thick erection. He was cranking it, casually. His face looked ponderous but he was rubbing it like a monkey in the trees.
Randal couldn't be upset. What else were they supposed to do? In fact, Randal got the urge. He reached down and patted his penis. It was so big and firm and felt good to touch, but the deed required imagination. He thought about sexy girls. There was a moment where he thought of regular myumans but his mind pivoted to all the sexy animal girls he knew.
Brandy, the fat cat girl he met last night, entered his mind. He fucked her twice and it was great. The way she spread her legs for him got him hard. He also thought about the motherly panda and crass bull dog. He wanted to get with them too. They were both chubs. They probably had great chunky asses. Shame he never got to see those bulbous cheeks.
That dumbed down lizard girl was probably a bomb in the sack. Neptuna's the lizard girl's master, was pretty cute too. So many asses he wanted to grope. That canary girl he met couldn't talk and he felt sorry for her but that didn't mean he didn't want to rip off her clothes and fuck her so hard that she chirped the alphabet.
That's all Randal could do: think about all the animal girls he wanted to pork and jerk off towards the stars. It got him over his anxiety of sleeping outside, and the night faded into mist and he fell into slumber.
The next day was more of the same.
He had his meals on the floor out of a doggy bowl, he did his business on the newspaper in the back, he was subject to Geffa and Bugsy's harassment, and he filled his time by watching movies. Geffa brought in a special one: a movie called 'Every Dog Has its Day'. It was a normal action film except... all the characters were dog people, like what Randal and Todd had become. The film was also more sexual compared to myuman movies. Although an action film, there were five different sex scenes that were fully pornographic, showing bare ass, vag, and cock. Each time one came on, Randal and Todd got towering erections.
Each time this happened, Bugsy had a one-liner ready for them like, "Don't get too excited, boys! You can't fuck her through the screen!"
The film also had more potty humor compared to myuman action films. In one early scene a gunfight breaks out in a hotel lobby and after a quick thirty second of loud gunfire, the scene quiets to the sound of tinkling. The camera pans over to the german shepherd hotel manager- terrified and with peeing flowing out of his pant legs. The movie ends after a huge explosive finale where the hero dog hugs his sexy love interest before sniffing the air and realizing she shit her pants.
In the evening, it was time for a walk. For both dogs it was another chore until they remembered that the last time they went for a walk they got laid. Their excitement peaked!
Randal really wanted to find Brandy again, not just to have amazing sex again, but just to see her lovely face and her lovely feet. Pixie let him off his leash and he searched around but couldn't see Brandy, the panda, or her bull dog master. After minutes of searching he sat down on a bench, crestfallen.
A chickadee girl with big glasses sat down beside him. He didn't pay her any mind until he heard a rustling in her direction. He looked over and saw her staring right at her and rubbing her feathery fingers between her legs. There was a long moment of silence as she stared at him blankly while masturbating through her pants.
"You're pretty hot," she said.
Randal couldn't answer, so he smirked and shrugged.
The chickadee girl looked down at Randal's lap, "You also have a big penis."
Randal grinned and held it in his hand. The chickadee petted it.
"Do you want to do it?" she asked.
Randal nodded.
The chickadee leaned in and started making out with Randal. They reached around each other and they kissed and their tongues slopped around. When he realized the chickadee was getting very drooly, he let himself drool too. He ran out of their mouths and down onto the bench, their arms, and in the case of the chickadee, her clothes.
The chickadee pulled back and took off her top, exposing a pretty slim body with some chub and a set of round breasts. She tossed her clothes on the grass below. Randal grinned and leaned in to give one a light peck. His cock was at halfmast. He rubbed the breasts and the chickadee narrowed her eyes seductively and let out a quiet chirp.
The chickadee stood up in front of Randal and pulled down her pants, revealing a perky feathery pussy. Randal reached out and rubbed a couple fingers down its divide. The chickadee giggled and squirmed, her knees closing together. Randal's dick got rock hard.
The chickadee turned around and showed off a round bottom. Randal patted it. The chickadee stepped out of her pants, backed up over him and sat down on his lap, letting that big cock slide in her and parse those petite vaginal lips. Randal held her by her shoulders and began thrusting. The chickadee rocked back and forth.
Randal growled as the sensation of having such a sensual cave of flesh cover his cock overcame him. It was overwhelming but he curled his toes and kept thrusting. The chickadee felt like she was suffocating with a cock that big jammed inside her. She bit her beak and kept going.
There was a rush of energy. The chickadee could feel an orgasm come on and she held her thighs together. When it came, it spurted out the bottom like a leaky balloon. She chirped and grunted into the air. Hearing her cum was too much for Randal. He started barking and his body began shooting seed.
They barked, chirped, and grunted together until every last drop of the orgasm had escaped. After cooling down, the chickadee unhinged and sat down on the bench beside him, cum dripping out of her and onto the bench. She had a moment to catch her breath, then leaned into Randal to make out again.
They did that for a moment, drooling like last time, then the chickadee climbed aboard, this time facing forward. Her breasts rocked and waved in Randal's face. He took a lick at one, then another lick. Then he went ahead and planted his lips on the bulb and began suckling. The chickadee narrowed her eyes in ecstasy. A dog man sucking on her breast? Made her night.
They came again, with Randal howling loudly and the chickadee stretching out her legs on the bench and chirping deeply and loudly. Another rush of splooge all over the laps and the bench. The chickadee fell forward, resting her head on Randal. They caught their breath.
"Not bad," said the chickadee.
She got off of Randal and walked off, leaving her clothes. Randal got up and looked around some more. He wasn't the only one getting busy that evening, but that was to be expected.
Some masters like to not only walk around their pets on a leash but also make them crawl on all fours. It was especially humiliated and there was a chubby hamster woman with glasses forced to traverse like that by her great dane master. The dane walked the hamster woman over to another master, a topless cat man wearing only a pair of blue jeans, and his pet, a schlubby and fat golden retriever man also being walked around on all fours.
The hamster woman presented to the dog man and pulled down her pants. The retriever let his cock out and mounted the woman. They moan pathetically as the retriever bunny-like thrusting began. One quick orgasm and the retriever dismounted the hamster to let his cat master have a go. The cat dropped his pants and gave another doggy-style thrusting to the hamster woman.
Sex everywhere. It made it almost worth it to have your ability to read, ability to wear clothes, and ability to talk taken away from you.
Days continued the routine of Randal and Todd being the metaphorical punching bag for the three literate and clothed members of the household. Even as merciful and good-natured as Pixie could be, she still cared more about her own enjoyment making Randal and Todd wear hats than she did care about the humiliation that it put the dog boys through.
Pixie, Randal, and Todd were in her room, hats lying around on the floor, bed, and counter. Todd had a newsboy cap stacked on top of a beret. Randal had a tophat on. They sat cross legged feeling deeply humiliated that they had to be the dolls of their feline master.
Someone walked in the door. Back from her trip across state, in walked Elizabeth, a taller young lady with shoulder length red hair. She didn't detect anything wrong at first. The living room and view into the kitchen didn't signify anything wrong. She put her backpack down on the floor by the door and took off her coat, putting it on the rack where no other coat was hanging.
She heard a muttering from the kitchen and looked through the window to see a raccoon on the table with someone talking to it.
"Oh my god!" said Elizabeth.
Geffa and Bugsy turned to see the myuman, staring at them unsure of what to make of their abnormal presence. Geffa grinned and Bugsy knew some fun was about to begin. She got up and walked around the counter into the living room. Elizabeth stared at the dragon woman as she came from behind the column and approached her. Quiet squeaks of uncertainty escaped Elizabeth as Geffa approached her.
Elizabeth couldn't make sense of what she was seeing.
Geffa crossed her arms and grinned, "Hello, myuman. Welcome home."
Elizabeth's breathing got heavy. She looked up and down the alien creature. A scream escaped her. Then another that was louder. She fell back towards the door and Geffa took a step further. And then another, forcing Elizabeth to retreat into a corner.
Geffa leaned in close, "We were waiting for you to arrive!"
There was a hissing sound. Wetness exploded on Elizabeth's pants and it spread outward from the crotch and down the insides of her legs, dripping through the fabric and onto the floor. Tinkles of liquid came out the bottoms of her pant legs, too.
Bugsy laughed, "Looks like she had to rush home to the john and she didn't make it!"
She shivered and collapsed towards the ground, dropping right down into a puddle of her own making, and whimpering quietly.
Pixie and her two dogs came out of the room. When Randal saw that Elizabeth had come home, he was heartbroken to see her so shocked at what must have been completely incomprehensible to someone like her that had no introduction into goblins and magic like her had.
"Well," said Geffa, "Time to join the club."
She fired a bolt from her finger. It hit Elizabeth and she glowed in a surreal light, her form changing. When the light receded, it revealed her form had changed into a collie's. Her breasts had gotten bigger and her ass shapelier and her clothes morphed with her to fit her new curves, although they were still drenched from all the piss she sprayed into them. Her shoes had vanished, leaving bare her new fuzzy and clawed plantigrade feet.
Elizabeth's eyes went wide and her pupils turned to beads. She froze up, unable to move herself enough to let out a shriek. Geffa raised a hand into the air and after a short stir a green collar popped into existence. It floated in the air, waiting for Pixie to pick it up. Pixie took it and walked to Elizabeth's corner.
She leaned in and put the collar around Elizabeth's neck. Pixie took a sniff. She turned back to the others, "It seems my new collie has pooped herself."
This got a snicker from Bugsy and Geffa.
Pixie leaned upright. She said to Elizabeth, "Get up."
Without even having the willpower to move, Elizabeth stood upward but the action was not her own. That was her first taste of being controlled by Pixie. Her heart raced and her mind was going in circles and having her body possessed like it was freaking her out even further, but she had already evacuated all the bodily waste she could, so she couldn't express herself properly.
Bugsy chuckled, "Once again the first thing you get to do with your pet is change their pants!"
Todd grimaced in embarrassment.
"Follow me," she looked around, "What was her name again?"
"Elizabeth, I think," said Bugsy.
"Come Elizabeth," said Pixie, "Let's clean you up."
As Pixie and Elizabeth walked by Randal and Todd, Randal gave Elizabeth a sympathetic look, but Elizabeth wouldn't return it. She was on auto-pilot, or being piloted by her master's wishes more like. Her gaze was miles away and she perhaps couldn't even notice Randal. She walked with Pixie into Pixie's room, inaugural load stenching out from her panties. Pixie dipped into the kitchen to get a big garbage bag and brought it in with them.
Geffa looked at Randal, "There's some paper towels in the kitchen." she pointed at Elizabeth's puddle, "Wipe it up!"
Pixie shut the door, tossed the garbage bag on the bed, and had Elizabeth stand in the middle of the floor, the dripping from her pants had slowed. With a curt order from Pixie, Elizabeth took off her top and undid her bra, letting her hefty bosom out. Elizabeth dropped her shirt and bra unto the ground. Despite being forced into nudity under strange circumstances, she didn't react. She would heed her master's words but didn't have any willpower to do something herself.
Pixie looked at Elizabeth's breasts, "Pretty big," she fondled her own through her jacket, "Bigger than mine," She looked at Elizabeth's tight torso, "you're skinnier than me though."
Elizabeth said nothing so Pixie sighed and tapped her on the side, "Ok then, off with your pants, pooch!"
While staring straight ahead, Elizabeth, very robotically, undid her belt and unzipped her pants. She pulled them down revealing a pair of very wet panties, their color lost to bodily wastes. There was a lump in the back for when the collie girl bricked herself.
Elizabeth carefully took her pants off and after picking up the collie's shirt and bra and stuffing them in the bag to throw away, held the bag outward for Elizabeth to throw away her pants. In they went and then came the difficult task of lowering her panties.
"Take off your panties, slowly," said Pixie.
Elizabeth was careful and slow as she took her panties down her legs, careful not to spill the contents inside. Only a few drops got on the ground. The waste itself had dug into her body, thankfully. She brought them to the ground, stepped out of them, then carefully hovered them to the bag.
Elizabeth still didn't respond to her nakedness.
Pixie opened up the top drawer and picked out a box of wet wipes. She gestured Elizabeth to turn around and wiped down the butt crack first, making sure every dot of fecal matter was taken away. She tossed it into the garbage bag and brought out another wipe to mop up and down Elizabeth's crotch and legs where her urine had traveled. After she looked clean, that wipe went into the bag and the bag was sealed.
"Welcome to doghood," grinned Pixie.
Elizabeth said nothing and only gave a glimpse of eye contact.
Pixie threw the garbage bag in the backroom near the newspapers. Elizabeth had to be directed by Pixie to do anything. She had to be told to leave the room, to sit on the couch, to sit down to eat, to catch a ball when it was thrown, and towards later in the evening, to go into the backroom and relieve herself.
If she was left to her own devices, she would sit very properly and stare into space. Nothing else. Pixie got tired of the hand-holding and left Elizabeth to bask in her shock.
While everyone else in the house were busy with other things, Randal saw Elizabeth sitting up against the wall, staring out into space in front of her like if she stared at the wall cabinets long enough, they would burst in the flames and reveal a door she could walk through to turn her myuman again and give her some clothes.
Randal didn't know what to do but he didn't want to leave her alone and traumatized. He walked over and looked down at her. She didn't respond. Randal couldn't call her name to get her attention. He walked past her and sat down beside her. After a couple seconds, he gave her a rub on her shoulder as a comfort.
He leaned beside her to brood together but then Elizabeth turned to face him. Randal stared back, waiting for her next move. Elizabeth's eyes lit up. She recognized his eyes and hair. It was Randal, her roommate! She grabbed him, almost to make sure he was real. She teared up a bit and fell her head into his shoulder, sobbing quietly.
Randal gently patted her back. Elizabeth brought her head back up and looked deeply into Randal's eyes. She gestured a bunch of hand movements very rapidly, with none of the intended communication landing on Randal. She growled frustratingly and sunk back against the wall.
There was a moment of silence, then Elizabeth peered over to Randal's lap and got a good look at his junk. She had never seen a rod of that size before. Her hand crept over her lap, his lap, and then touched the big member. Randal tried to stifle a moan but he couldn't help it. A moan escaped him and his cock got firm. She cupped the bottom of his big furry sack and his shaft began to expand and rise.
Elizabeth took a hand from Randal and brought it down to her crotch. She gave Randal a look and he peered down at her sex. He began to rub it. Elizabeth closed her eyes and after a few seconds of Randal rubbing his fingers between her vaginal lips, she moaned. It was getting sticky down there and over in Randal's lap, the missile silo was raising to the sky.
Elizabeth got up and walked in front of Randal. She turned around and while using her hands to suspend herself over Randal's lap, lowered her waist unto his and slid her pussy onto his pole. It was so huge, it felt unlike anything she had felt before. Her insides were being split like a grapefruit!
She rocked up and down Randal's lap and Randal clenched his ass to thrust upward. Elizabeth splayed her knees out, squatting down, and reached down to rub Randal's big sack. Randal gasped at the sensual touch.
They rutted. Elizabeth was knocked around on Randal's rockedy lap. She grunted as he drilled up into her. Randal took her shoulders and leaned back, pressing against the wall, to lift upwards into her. He huffed and rocked making his belly jiggle and Elizabeth's big bosom was swaying up and down.
Elizabeth's butt clenched and her moans got labored. She came. Out of her passages did juice seep and douse Randal's cock. The sticky sensual fluid dressed Randal's member and flooded down her caverns. At the base of where Randal's shaft was drilling into Elizabeth's sex, there was a burst of juices that dripped down onto Randal's lap.
The feeling of her orgasm leaking over his furry balls, on his thighs, and onto the floor between his legs was the tipping point. He couldn't hold it any longer. He reached around to cup her breasts and his balls unleashed squirt after squirt of cream, shooting up his shaft and into Elizabeth. He clenched his teeth and bucked up and down like a rodeo bull. One shot after another of seed into Elizabeth's sex. More fluid escaped the infiltration zone, covering Randal's lap.
They bucked and tangled, grunting deeply and beastly. They matted the floor against the wall. They drilled out every bit of orgasm they could and then Elizabeth got up. She looked down at the damage zone and saw how much they came. She looked around and spotted a box of tissues on the table. With rickety legs she walked over to grab them and brought them back to Randal, him still lying on the floor catching his breath. She grabbed a handful of tissues and started patting down the floor.
They cleaned up the mess and threw the wad of tissues into the trash. Elizabeth sat down on the couch unsure what to do next, and Randal relaxed against the wall, only shifting so he was no longer sitting in the remnants of their sexual pool.
There was nothing else to do that late at night in that quiet house so Elizabeth got up, walked up to Randal once again, and got down in front of him. She laid down on all fours, with her ass up towards his face. Her glistening sex was in plain view.
Randal leaned in and rubbed a cheek on the moist hive and then positioned himself over Elizabeth, and injected his rod into her. The thrusting began, and with nothing else to do, they continued fucking well into the night.
Bedtime had come. Without query from Pixie, Randal opened the screendoor and stepped out into the night, his naked cock instantly getting a chill breeze. He looked around. Down several houses in another backyard, he saw someone sitting outside. He couldn't make out what they were doing but he assumed they were sitting outside the same reason he was, although it looked like they were still wearing clothes.
There were a few others in backyards, but were too far off to make any details. Randal didn't pay any attention to it. He laid down and looked at the stars. Another day of being reminded that deep down he was just a beast.
Todd was busy with Pixie tonight and Randal had no idea where Elizabeth had gotten off to. There was nothing else to do but think about girls he wanted to fuck and start wanking. Girls entered his mind and spread their legs for him, exposing their ready sexes for penetration.
He wanked. He wanked and he didn't care for who heard his degenerate faps.
The screen door opened. Randal opened his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth who was staring down at the erect mastiff. His wanking slowed. She looked down at his big cock. She stood over him and after letting Randal takes his arms away from his center, dropped her knees around his waist. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, then leaned back up and lowered herself on the cock.
She couldn't help herself. Her inner bitch was barking up a storm! She needed to silence the bitch with the cock of a well hung mutt. Maybe that mutt was a roommate of hers that she didn't interact with much before, but now that they had shed their myuman forms and unleashed their inner beasts, they had to be together.
They began rutting cowgirl style. Her thighs smacked against Randal's hips and her ass patted down on his sack. Their fingers entangled each other and dug into the grass below, claws piercing the dirt. They let their tongues hang out and drool.
Elizabeth swayed up and down Randal's body. She felt like the arch in Randal's erect rod would split down her taint and that the top would smash the other end of her vulva into paste. She dug her toe-claws into the grass. Randal's legs flailed and twisted, trying to keep up with every orgasmic urge in his body.
Their grunts turned canine. Gone were the primate moans and here were the canine growls and whimpers. Occasionally an arf escaped Randal, and Elizabeth's moans got howllike. She turned her head upward, thrusting those big round tits to the night sky. Her breathing got hard.
Randal curled his toes and could feel seed squirting out. He let out a light howl, but the more he heard himself do it, the more he wanted to do it. It got louder and louder and once Randal was howling into the night, the urge came over Elizabeth. She threw her head back and gave out a howl, then again, but this time a long, sustained one that the moon could hear. She unleashed and juices flowed out from their sexes, wetting the grass.
They got out a few last couple pumps and then with shaky legs, Elizabeth pulled herself off of Randal and collapsed beside him. After all of the juice was done seeping out of her, she cuddled up close to Randal and the two fell asleep.
Weeks have passed since Randal was first turned into a dog and made a pet of his roommate's cat Pixie. Now, the roommate, Patricia, has come home and Pixie is angry at her former owner for making her so fat. The only proper vengeance is to make Patricia fat too.
DON’T OVERFEED YOUR PET!
Life in Pixie's household had settled into a rhythm.
Randal, Todd, and now Elizabeth were her degraded pets with Geffa, the sorceress that started it all being the ringmaster. Randal's regular-sized raccoon friend Bugsy was always around to crack joke at their humiliating circumstances, like being forced to eat on the floor, showing their naked bodies all the time, or having to sleep outside.
At least the sex was good. Since being turn into a dog, Randal had been getting fucked every day, multiple times. It should have lost its luster as the week anniversary or being turned into a dog and having his life turned upside-down approached, but he was still enjoying every thrust he had with the handful of females he was fucking.
The cycle of humiliation and euphoria was slowly starting to crumble Randal's mental health.
He was continually fucking Elizabeth and she was enjoying it. The collie roommate of his had only spent the half of his time being a dog, but her mental downward spiral was just as apparent. She was also fucking Todd, which was gross.
While Elizabeth was over at another uplifted pet master's house (Tiger the Russian blue just loved collies), Todd and Randal had found a board game they liked that didn't require any reading or speaking. They didn't know the name of it but it required holding up brightly-colored cards to communicate with other players which didn't interfere with their debilitation enchanted on them by their magic collars.
They were enjoying a quiet game, a respite from all the humiliating chaos, when a car pulled into the driveway. Randal knew who it was- Patricia was back from her trip!
Randal wasn't the only one who heard the car pull in. Pixie was in the kitchen, cooking up a quartet of eggs when she heard the car. She knew immediately that it was her former master Patricia. The master that overfed her and made her fat which carried into her upliftedness making her a fat cat lady. She gripped her spatula angrily and growled lowly.
Geffa was at the table reading a newspaper. Pixie put down her spatula, "Come on, Geffa. My master is home."
Geffa put the paper down and followed Pixie to the front door. Pixie readied herself for when her irresponsible master walked through the door. She told Geffa, "Turn her into a tuna."
"Not a dog?" suggested Geffa.
"A tuna!" hissed Pixie.
Randal watched onward in dread. Todd was excited. He couldn't wait to see another roommate be degraded into an animal and likely mess their pants. They hid behind the couch, and watched in anticipation.
Patricia was a taller girl with a medium build and long dark brown hair. She locked up her car and closed the door, cellphone to her ear.
"Tandy is such a bitch," Patricia said to her friend over the phone, "She's such a bitch that she eats dog food for breakfast."
"Oh Patricia," said her friend over the phone, "that's wicked!"
"I'm at home now," said Patricia, "I'll call you later." There was a duo of byes and then Patricia slid the phone into her pocket. The afternoon was young and Patricia had some TV to watch. She entered the house and before her eyes adjusted to the dimmer interior she was strange forms waiting to greet her inside.
Just as the door shut behind her, Patricia blinked and let her mind take in the images in front of her. Before her mind could register the smirking face of a dragon and the scowling face of a cat, the dragon raised a hand and shot a beam at her that invaded her sight. She barely begun a yelp in shock when her form was absorbed by the magic.
Her form changed under the light and when the light vanished she had been turned into a tuna, as humanoid as her roommates. Her fishy face and scaley hands were there for everyone to see. Her oceanic feet were bare, her shoes gone from sight.
Patricia exhaled to get ready for a scream but then Pixie lounged in her face, hissing loudly and sharply like a water tower burst open. Patricia grimaced and her jaw dropped in shock. Her eyes went wide and she was so scared that she couldn't even scream. Pixie's growling made her snap back against the door, her fishy lip quivering in fright.
Pixie's snarl continued. Patricia's mouth distorted and twisted to try to force out a scream or even a whimper but nothing. Patricia trembled and began sliding down the door way with Pixie leaning down with her to keep the cat's face right in the tuna's eyes and let her former master know how much she loathes her for making her into a fat cat.
Patricia collapsed on the ground and Pixie's growling, snarling, and hissing didn't cease. Patricia starts to twitch and turn with fear. Her eyes went blank, like she was staring a mile away. Her body rocked back and forth until her eyes shut and she flopped down on the floor, completely unconscious. The fish was so overwhelmed that she fainted.
She was also so overwhelmed that she voided her bowels. Pixie looked down and realized she had a bit of a foot in a big puddle of urine with Patricia's drenched pants being the source. Pixie took a step back onto the carpet and wiped off her foot. A stench came from Patricia too and as the fish girl toppled ont othe floor and turned over, Pixie could see that Patricia had violently unloaded in her pants and that the bulge was enough to dig down the back of both her pant legs.
Geffa chuckled, "I suppose this was shocking for her."
Pixie caught her breath and got up from Patricia's unconscious body. The dogs behind the couch were nervous and watched. Pixie shoved Patricia's tummy with her foot. She was already a little chubby in her tuna form, but that wouldn't do. Pixie had plans.
Geffa conjured up a collar and Pixie took it to Patricia's neck. With a snap of the collar, Patricia was under Pixie direct control although she was too unconscious for that to be relevant at the moment.
Geffa's smile grew wider, "Are you thinking of eating your former master?"
Randal gulped.
Pixie thought to herself, "No, the opposite."
Geffa raised an eyebrow, "You are going to have her eat you?"
Pixie looked back and shook her head in disbelief, "No, I am going to feed her. I am going to feed her so much she explodes!"
Patricia jostled. She moved a bit and opened her eyes. Her body felt weird and what was she doing on the lobby floor? She realized her body was mishapen and that her pants were soaked and full of mush going down the back of her legs. Then she looked up and saw the cat and dragon looking down at her.
Patricia got about half of a second of screaming before Pixie leaned down and gave her another diabolical and vicious in her face. It was long and loud with Pixie's spit getting on Patricia's face. Patricia's scream halted and after a few quick panicked breaths, she fell down unconscious again.
Pixie had the dogs drag Patricia into the kitchen. Her pissed pants dripped on the carpet and when she was sat down on the chair, there was a nasty squish. Randal felt sorry for her and knew the torture was just beginning but he was scared of Pixie in that state.
When Bugsy showed himself, Pixie demanded that he phone a local pizza shop and order two dozen pizzas. The clerk on the other end had to make sure that the order was correct, two dozen pizzas wasn't nothing. Bugsy reassured him, "Are you deaf? Two dozen pizzas?"
The order was on the way. Bugsy didn't know how to handle the exchange but then got an idea. He took a piece of paper and grabbed a marker for the bowl just inside the living room. He wrote down 'MONEY IN THE LETTERBOX, LEAVE PIZZA ON DOORSTEP' and clipped the marker's cap back on.
He took a wheel of tape and made way to the entrance of the house. After peeking out quick to see if anyone was around, he hopped on the doorknob, turned it with his feet and as the door swung open, took the tape and sign and crawled onto the otherside of the door and taped the sign on the front. The sign was crooked but it would hold.
He climbed back into the inner side of the door but couldn't tug the door close. He shouted at Geffa, "Geffa, little help!" Geffa sighed and came over to bring Bugsy in close the door. Pixie came over to take some money out of a purse and sliding it into the mailbox on the side of the door.
Back over at the kitchen table, with Patricia still stinking of her own waste, Pixie wondered, "Geffa? Do you have a spell that can make her stomach a bottomless pit?"
Geffa nodded, "Yes, the metabolism spell. Why? Did you want to see if you can get your new pet fish to eat endless amounts of food and make her fat?"
Pixie grinned wide, fanged teeth showing, "Yes I did, Geffa. Yes I did..."
Geffa and Pixie returned to the kitchen. Pixie opened the fridge and looked for anything to shove into Patricia's mouth. There was a bottle of cola, mostly full. Pixie picked it and brought it out. She looked over a Patricia, then at her eggs. Pixie turns off the over, the eggs were looking done. She flopped them on a plate and slid them over in front of Patricia for when she awoke.
Pixie got Randal to fetch some string and tie Patricia's legs to the chair. He was almost impressed with how soaked her pants were and how bulgy they were around her asscheeks. The smell was rank, too. Patricia's legs were secured to the chair and she wouldn't be going anywhere.
When Patricia opened her eyes and jostled around a little bit, a scream grew within her but before it could get to a piercing level, Pixie said, "Silence!" and Patricia was quiet. Nothing could stop her overwhelming fear though. She looked around the kitchen, a kitchen she knew well, and nothing seemed familiar. Big cats, dragons, being turned into a fish, and having her speech controlled was enough to convince her she was living a nightmare, not to mention the wetness down her pant legs and bed of mushy fecal matter all around her ass cheeks.
Pixie pointed at the bottle of soda, "Drink."
Patricia picked it up and took the nozzle to her lippy fish mouth and began sucking it down like it gave her air. She gulped it down, one mouthful after another, without stopping. Her eyes were wide as she couldn't stop herself from drinking ludicrous amounts of soda. So much soda pouring into her- she was terrified.
While a few gulps would be enough for a tall drink, but Patricia kept going and there was no natural way of understanding where all that fluid was going. Randal gawked but was also curious how it felt. The plastic bottle cracked as Patricia sucked the air with the soda out with it.
After sucking the whole thing down, Patricia laid the bottle on the table and let out a mighty "BURURURURURURURURRRP!" that shook the house. Bugsy, watching from the counter, let out a big laugh, "Oh fuck I didn't know we had a hippo in the house?" he slapped his knee.
Pixie fed Patricia the eggs and shuffled through the fridge to find something more. There was a bag of carrots. It might have been healthy but it was still a lot of food. She took the carrots out of the fridge and walked over to Patricia, leaving the fridge door open. She unclipped the bag and took out a carrot. Hanging it in front of Patricia's face, Patricia ate it chompily like a pencil sharpener.
Patricia couldn't help herself. She saw food in front of her and she needed it inside of her. It scared her, her hunger. She had downed a bottle of soda and she didn't feel full or bloated. She was wolfing down carrots endlessly and her stomach barely felt the weight of the food.
There was the sound of metal snapping out front of the house. Bugsy peeked outside and saw a pizza delivery person walk away from the house and towards a white van with a pizza logo. Out of the corner of the window, Bugsy could see a huge stack of pizzas on the doorstep. The van ignition turned on and it began driving away.
"Pizza's here!" said Bugsy.
Without prompt, Geffa drifted out of the kitchen and to the door, prompting Randal and Todd to follow. She opened the door and walked out unashamedly, as the spell on the town would prevent anyone not familiar with supernatural creatures to see Geffa as anything but a young myuman woman and to see Randal and Todd as normal dogs. They took the pizzas in, Todd and Randal struggling to carry their heavier loads while Geffa only took four boxes.
Geffa placed hers down on the kitchen table gently while Randal and Todd barely made it to the table to drop theirs down with a thud. Pixie knocked open a box and let Patricia stare at it for a bit before she would be fed. Pixie herself couldn't help but stare at the pizza. It sizzled and smelled good.
Pixie passed a slice to Patricia and she gobbled it up in a second. Pixie picked up another, but could feel the warmth on her fingers and gobbled it up herself. She ate another slice. Then another. After three slices she regained control and shoved one into Patricia's mouth. The fishgirl's mouth became a disposal unit for slice after slice.
The others chowed down on the pizza too but they were not eating as much as Patricia, nor Pixie, although Pixie's six quick slices paled compared to the two boxes Patricia had finished in the matter of minutes. Randal and Todd sat on chairs at the table before Pixie reminded them dogs eat on the floor, so they sat cross-legged on the floor.
One box finished, and another opened. Pixie shoved more pizza into Patricia's face and the slice was gone in a few bites. Patricia had no claws or nails to dig into the table but her hands were pressing into it like she was going to puncture the wood. With the feeling of being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, the horrible creatures torturing her, and the absolute mess in her pants. She was so uncomfortable she felt like she was going to spawn until her body snapped in half.
Bugsy climbed up on the table, whacking his tail against a couple empty pizza boxes. He smiled up at Patricia and then peered over the table to look at her. Her body was producing fat my the minute. Flabby curves were starting to push out from under her shirt, with handles rimming around her pants.
"Too bad, lady," said Bugsy, "From now on you are shopping in the hippo section for clothes!"
The gorging continued. Pixie was feeding Patricia pizza two-by-two. Empty boxes started to pile on the counter and on the floor. When Patrica started getting antsy and tried to get out the chair, Pixie demanded that Patricia sit still, and then the fish girl couldn't move. Everyone watched as Patricia inflated in front of them.
Patricia was horrified. Every second she remained a fish lady disgusted her. She could feel her body expanding from the unnatural amount of food she was eating.
She sat there with her pants still wet from when she pissed herself earlier. The wetness had cooled and was in the process of drying when a second rush of wetness exploded from her crotch. The settled dampness on her thighs was flooding and dripping as she unleashed. A puddle formed on her seat and raced to the edges. The urine dripped off the edge and drizzled down her legs and out her pants.
A dripping sound was heard and everyone checked out underneath the table, unsurprised to see the fish girl had wet her pants again.
"Looks like she re-peed her pants!" said Bugsy.
"This one you will have to order to the bathroom manually, Pixie," said Geffa.
The dogs were ordered to lay out some paper towels down to soak up the mess, and the binging continued. Patricia started to turn away when Pixie held up a slice to her mouth so Pixie demanded, "Do not turn away, fish."
Patricia couldn't turn away any more but her horror was apparent. She moaned in disgust but Pixie ignored her. The cat master put pizza in her mouth to shut up her moaning. Pizza started to drip from Patricia's mouth and land on her rack. Bugsy and Geffa laughed at the grunting, slobbish fish lady.
Patricia couldn't take no more. Nothing about this was right. Just an hour ago she was on her way home, nice and myuman. Now she was being stuffed by a talking cat that had control over her. She was being laughed at by a dragon and raccoon. She had been turned into a fish. She was being stuff with endless amounts of pizza. And she had virtually filled her pants.
She started to grunt and her eyes went in all directions. She globbed. She globbed some more. She rocked around in her seat wildly and globbed loudly, intelligence draining out of her eyes. After a couple seconds, the globbing quit and she relaxed, looking around with dull eyes, not a care in the world.
"What was that?" asked Pixie.
"She's shut her mind down," said Geffa, "Unable to handle the confusion and terror, her brain has suspended many of its faculties."
Bugsy cackled, "She's been scared stupid!"
"Really?" said Pixie, "Patricia, speak."
Patricia let out a glob. Geffa and Bugsy laughed.
"Uhhh," said Pixie, "say your name."
"Pah-t'risss-AH," said Patricia in an alien and unusual way, like she had forgotten which sounds to accomodate which syllables.
Randal was horrified and lost his appetite. He had his moments where he was so scared that his mind started to weaken but never had he seen someone so freaked out that they went completely stupid. He looked at Patricia. The fish lady smiled droolily and grunted contently before Pixie continued sliding pizza into her mouth. Todd was startled as well. He found the dumb lizard he fucked the other day very sexy but seeing someone go from intelligent to dumb in a blink of an eye was disturbing.
Both Randal and Todd had to ration some concentration into not peeing themselves in shock.
Who knows how long Patricia was at the table eating pizza, but at the end of it, there were empty boxes upon empty boxes and Patricia had visibly put on a lot of weight, almost as chunky as Pixie.
Still basking in her own waste, Pixie took Patricia into Pixie's room and being the damage was so severe, had Patricia step into a garbage bag laying on the floor and pulled the bag up around her. The buckle was unbuckled and the weight in her underwear was so hefty the combined pants and panties plummeted to the floor. Pixie got the wetnaps and wiped down Patricia's ass and down her thighs, and it only took six of the wipes to finish the job!
Pixie lowered the bag so Patricia could step out of it carefully and Patricia sealed the bag and threw it in the back room. She left the dull Patricia to wander the house idly, like a real pet.
Despite Patricia showing an interest in them, Randal and Todd were terrified of Patricia. The fish would sometimes chase the dogs out of the room. If they questioned themselves about it, they would have admitted it was absurd but they were terrified that her mental regression was contagious. If Patricia touched them, would their minds vanish as well?
Elizabeth was returned home by Tiger, the Russian blue that lived a few doors down. Pixie began small talk and then mentioned Patricia. Elizabeth dreaded what happened to her and followed Tiger and Pixie when Pixie wanted to show off Patricia. When Elizabeth saw the fatty fish sitting idly by the bathroom tub, her mind obviously gone by some sort of mental affliction, Elizabeth covered her mouth to hide a scream that would have likely came out as a dog whimper.
Todd and Randal found a place behind the couch where Patricia didn't seem to bother them but the fish lady wandered around the house, smooth vag blinking out in the open. At first noone could think of having sex with a fish girl traumatized into losing her intelligence, but after watching Patricia for a period, Todd started to see the lizard girl's swagger in Patricia, the dumbed lizard girl he fucked on the first night of being a dog. Patricia was emulating her primal sexiness. While Randal was away, Todd approached Patricia.
Patricia looked at Todd curiously. She tilted her head to get a sense of the dog man. She sniffed and grunted. Todd looked around, and saw the basement door. He opened it quietly and swung it wide. With his cock already inflating firmly, he took Patricia's hand and the fish made no effort to protest the dog's direction. She followed him down the stairs, squatting low to keep her balance down the steps and holding onto the rail as she carefully descending into the basement.
It was cool in the basement. It was an unfinished one, with concrete floors and walls. Shelves were full of old devices and books, covered in dust. Against the far wall behind the stairs was a bench, still pretty clean for how unused the basement is. Todd brought Patricia to the bench and sat down on the red leather cushions. He let his dick whip upward and smacked it a couple times to grab the attention of Patricia. The fish girl looked at it. Was she hot for dog cock?
She leaned down, her flabby torso folding its fat. She sniffed at the cock, then took a hand up to rub it. Todd bit his lip. Patricia stepped closer and leaned down to clumsily get the tip to jab her sex. Todd curled his toes in anticipation but Patricia hovering her cooch over top Todd's cock wasn't taking them anywhere so he motioned her to turn around, then used his hands to inspire her to turn around, and then with her big ass facing his face, she slowly lowered herself onto Todd, her sex wrapping around his big, erect cock like a tuna filet.
Todd began thrusting upward and Patricia clenched the cushion. They grunted. Patricia folded her legs back and pressed against the paneling of the bench. Todd stretched his legs out on the cold floor. He rocked back and worth and Patricia swayed her hips to dig her ass down into him. She threw her head back and her breasts bounces and swagged around.
Patricia took one hand down to Todd's balls. She was forceful and hurt them a bit but the acute pain subsided quickly and her rubbing them was just what Todd needed to embrace the simmering climax and let his jizz shoot from his tip. He tried not to bark too loud but he came inside her.
Patricia arched her back, pressing her ass into Todd's body, and turned her legs inward. She globbed as an orgasmic fire erupted within her. Glob glob glob, and she was cumming all over Todd's lap. Todd held her by her flabby handles. She shot her load and immediately unhinged from Todd and walked forward, idly, with cum dripping from her sex.
A couple minutes and Todd was feeling horny again. He walked up to the fish girl and rubbed her fat ass. The first couple rubs and she didn't notice, but Todd kept it up and she liked it. She turned around and got on the floor, extending her legs out, showing her sex to Todd. Todd got down on his knees and laid over her.
He put in his cock and thrusted. Patricia let her tongue hang out of her smile and Todd saw no reason not to do something similar. He let his tongue hang out except for the upswing in his orgasms where he bit down just enough to hold it in place. He grunted as he drilled into her, her vaginal lips being tugged out and in by Todd's big cock.
She wrapped her legs around Todd's back and laid her arms out, her hand hitting the wall. It felt so good to have Todd smacked against her thighs. Their walls pounded against each other. Patricia's flabby ass wriggled and shifted on the cold concrete floor. Her boobs bounced.
They both came, Todd pulled out and the two laid there, catching their breath. The door above creaked open to Todd not noticing. Randal stepped down on bare, clawed feet. He saw Todd with his cock wet and he saw Patricia with cream leaking out of her.
He got down on the floor and walked up to Todd, giving him a look. Without words, Randal found it hard to communicate the exact disappointment he was feeling and it didn't seem like Todd would care.
But then he turned to Patricia and saw her laying there. Her cooch was glistening. Randal leaned forward and sniffed the sex and there was no helping the massive hardon he got. Patricia saw it and her break was over. She needed to get fucked immediately. She leaned up and brought her fishy face to the cock. Randal leaned back to see what Patricia wanted to do with it.
She rubbed her face into the meaty pole. Randal snerked and bit a lip. Patricia took a hand to his chest to direct him to the floor and she crawled over him and split her knees around him, kneeling over his waist. She lowered herself onto his hard cock, and it entered her. She moaned into the air.
While Todd watched and played with himself, Patricia rocked up and down Randal's cock. Randal curled his toes and kicked his feet around. Patricia held her hands out front like a T-rex and her tongue hang out, drool escaping her mouth and landing on Randal. The dog didn't care though. He was an animal, she was an animal. They just do what animals do.
Randal shot his load and Patricia held her breasts while moaning. Cream spurt from the fish lady's cooch and dripped down over Randal's fuzzy sack. He growled lowly and thrusted upward arhythmically like a ghost was leaving his body. Patricia took a hand down to grab the fur on Randal's chest, tugging him.
It was Todd's turn. After Patricia lifted herself off of Randal and she squeezed the jizz out of her body, Todd laid her down on the floor and got inside her. The fish spread her legs out and Todd thrusted deep into her. When the climax came she arched her back and globbed loudly.
It was Randal's turn again and he took the same position as Todd, with Patricia spreading her legs at an angle. While Randal drilled into her, another pair of feet came walking down the stairs. It was Elizabeth, seeing what was going on. There was a moment where she was ashamed of the two boys taking advantage of a dumbed down fish gal, but thinking over the last week and how hard it was to keep sane, she understood.
She went to sit beside Todd. Todd was watching Randal thrust into Patricia while he jerked off. She looked at his massive cock. Elizabeth was always weirded out by Todd, but his massive cock was another matter. She hoisted herself onto Todd's lap and they got fucking.
Randal shot in Patricia and Todd shot in Elizabeth. After a break they exchanged partners. Todd had Patricia lean over a counter and he got her from behind. Elizabeth leaned up against some bags of linens and lifted her leg. Randal hoisted her leg over his shoulder and humped into her. She loved the way Randal's big rod drilled her.
After another climax and rest, the four of them sat around the basement, recollecting themselves. While Elizabeth was sitting against an unused desk, Patricia walked over and started touching her. Patricia's fishy fingers rubbed against Elizabeth's thigh. It was weird but exhilirating. She never thought women were attractive but things were different now that they were animals.
Elizabeth leaned in and kissed the fish. She might have been dumb and her mouth may have been drooly, but Patricia kissed back passionately. Elizabeth put two hands on the fish's breasts and directed her to the ground. She moved those hands down to the fish's thighs and spread them apart as she splayed her legs across the floor.
They rubbed their vaginas on each other. Face-to-face, breasts-to-breasts, sex-to-sex. Their feet danced with each others. The moaned and held each other close, whapping their sexes against each other like applause.
Todd and Randal watched, finding the display very hot. They both got big, tall erections. Todd couldn't help but compare his length to Randal's. He was coming up short it seems. The two watched into arousal and the fish and the collie got very lesbian!
Then Todd's hand crept over to Randal's dick. When his claws touched the shaft, Randal jolted and looked over at Todd. Todd returned the look, and put his fingers around Randal's dick. Todd could feel the blood flowing up and down the tower. Randal did nothing but stare. Todd began cranking Randal's dick and he smiled. Randal closed his eyes.
After a moment of being jerked off, Randal slitted his eyes open and looked over at Todd. He reached over and grabbed the dog boy's cock and started returning the favor. They both smiled and let their tongues hang out. They turned to watch the dog and fish get lesbian.
The two girls moaned louder, the chests heaving with delight! Their legs scrambled and their toes curled. They pulled each other close. Patricia globbed and Elizabeth howled and they came. Squirts of ladyjizz shot from their privates, getting all over each other and the floor. They covered themselves in cream!
It was enough to make Randal and Todd climax, while still cranking each other, they howled and fired seed up into the air. They sprayed themselves and the room with their orgasm. White went everywhere. They howled as their sprinklers went off. When they were finished cumming and they covered each others' hands with their seed, they looked at each other and smiled.
Pixie heard the howls and went down to see what they were doing, as if there was any other idea on why they were howling. She ordered them to get some paper towels and clean up all the fluids off of the walls, each other, and floor.
It was bedtime and the quartet of pets relocated outside in the backyard where a fourth doghouse (not fit for a human-sized dog) had appeared since last night. Still couldn't read the name, but they assumed it was Patricia's not that Patricia was going to do anything with it.
Within seconds, Randal and Todd were laid out with Patricia and Elizabeth riding their dicks respectfully. Randal looked up at the fish. She was dumb as a monkey but she was great in the sack.
With each passing week, Randal and the other dogs of the house are degraded and dehumanized (demyumanized, actually). They find themselves at their wits end and Randal snaps on his master. It seems like harsh punishment is in order, but will Randal's master show him mercy and have a change of heart?
This is a pseudo-finale for Act 1 of this story. I still have some ideas left for Randal and this household but I don't know if the main thrust of the story will follow him. The tone will change after this chapter. That doesn't mean there won't be dark pet stories in the future, but they will likely focus on other households in this anthro-pet neighborhood.
WHEN PETS STRIKE AGAINST THEIR MASTERS
The air in the house was dense.
While Elizabeth and Patricia were down in the basement taking a nap, Todd and Randal were upstairs doing the one thing that made them feel alright: playing the board game Harem. That's not it's actual name. Randal and Todd were never told the name, but it found it way into the house when Pixie and Geffa took over.
They weren't even sure about the rules but they figured out a way to play that was like Go Fish except they didn't need to talk. They pointed at the card on the board when they needed to ask. The cards on the board had unique characters that didn't require any reading to identify.
As for the other pieces, they had no use for them and didn't know how they factored in.
They sat opposite sides of the board on the floor. Randal looked at his hand. He had 3 elephants, a bison, 2 foxes, and a stork with a big barrel of what he believed was wine. He looked at the elephants. The design on the card had a tubby elephant with two scantily clad rat ladies at his side, clearly his sex servants.
Randal pointed at the picture of the elephant on the board. Todd shook his head no, then pointed to the quail-- a wide-hipped quail with her ass out, taking off her top. Randal shook his head.
From the kitchen, in game Pixie and Geffa, with Bugsy crawling along the floor. Already Randal could feel their mockery. Bugsy hopped up the couch and threw himself down onto the seat. Pixie walked up beside the couch arm and grinned at Randal and Todd softly. Geffa stood behind the couch.
"What chu guyses playin'?" asked Bugsy.
Todd and Randal barked and Geffa and Bugsy broke out into a laugh.
"You guys can't even pronounce the name of the game!" said Bugsy, "How are you even supposed to play it when you can't even read?"
"They're not playing it right," said Geffa, "They probably couldn't on the count of," she brought a finger to her head and made a twirly motion, "lacking the brain functions."
"I'm surprised they can play anything," said Bugsy. He chuckled, "It's only natural, they are dogs after all."
Pixie hmmmed, "You're right Bugsy. A dog doesn't know how to play games."
Todd shifted uncomfortably while Randal's eyes bolted. He knocked over some pieces and cards waving his hands at Pixie to tell her no. He barked, desperate to tell her not to ward him from anything. His whimpers pleaded her to stop!
But Pixie didn't listen, "Randal, Todd... You are forbidden from playing games!"
Being commanded had no actual feeling on the dogs, but Randal could have sworn his heart stopped. He looked at the game board. He saw the pictures but when trying to compare one picture to another, when trying to analyze the cards, his brain wouldn't complete the operation. It wasn't possible.
Todd too was distressed. He picked up his cards but couldn't figure out what to do with them and let them fall out of his hands and onto the ground.
Randal grabbed the game's box and looked at the pieces but nothing came to mind. The symbols they were supposed to represent ceased to exist. He picked one up, fumbling with it in a panic. It's blue color, what did it mean? His brain had no answer. His world was collapsing around him and he was on Oblivion's door.
Randal's breathing became labored. His heart was beating so loud it could have cracked open his chest! His blood grew cold and stopped!
An angered swat pushed the gameboard and its pieces to the floor. He whimpered while Bugsy and Geffa laughed.
"Guess the only game he's going to play now is fetch!" said Bugsy.
A fire burst inside of Randal's soul...
Bugsy's chuckling got quieter as he saw Randal turning his growling face towards him, teeth bared and lip rumbling- eyes raging with the fire of hell! Bugsy's ears folded and before he could climb over the couch's arm to get away, Randal's ferocious face was in his. Randal growled violently and began a fit of barking and snarling, baring his teeth and slapping drool everywhere! Bugsy was too scared to scream, and quivered with fright until he was too scared to shake!
The snarling quieted with Randal huffing loudy, keeping a hateful stare down at Bugsy. Bugsy could do nothing but stare back with terror in his eyes. Down below, Bugsy's pants were stained with wetness, with drips leaking out of his pant legs onto the couch. The smell of raccoon droppings emanated from his backside.
Pixie blinked, then looked down at Bugsy. He was standing in a pool with glistening wet growing from his feet. She chuckled, "He sure scared you!"
Randal's razor sharp glare turned to Pixie. She gulped. Randal snatched her collar and tugged her close. While Pixie's eyes went wide as dinnerplates, Randal snarled and barked at her face, with an aggression and speed usually reserved for coked-out hellhounds. Pixie grimaced, with her mouth contorting in shock.
Randal's snarling was cut off with Geffa shoving him back, making him fall off the couch, onto the floor. She turned back to Pixie. Pixie was petrified, eyes staring out into space, hands held out in front of her at awkward angles.
"Uh... um..." said Pixie.
Then there was a deluge. Liquid poured from underneath her skirt on the floor. It sprayed and spat in a wide spread, getting onto the fur on her legs. There was a crackle, than large belchy squelches. A bulge grew outward under her tail and scents of cat's mess burst into the air.
She had a lot of offload, with pee drowning the floor and her bowel eviction going long and loud. It took so long that Pixie came out of the state of petrified shock and more observingly acknowledged the fact that she was completely soiling herself, holding her hands embarrassingly and blushing.
The tinkling slowed and the crackle of defecation silenced.
Pixie tried speaking, "Rand--" she gasped, "Randal-- dog!" Her stuttering was like a broken engine, "I... the drool! How could--?"
The slippery sound of wet panties chugging down a pair of legs was heard and then everyone could see Pixie's panties descend from her skirt, soaking wet and full of a big mound of her poop. The panties dropped to the floor with a splash.
Pixie looked down, chuckled loudly and nervously, and reached down to tug them back up around her waist, some turds falling out. "Looks like master needs a changing!"
Holding her panties up with her hands, she waddled away from the living room and towards her bedroom door. Geffa scowled at Randal, "Start cleaning this mess up!" She gestured at Bugsy to follow her and Pixie. Bugsy had a thousand yard stare. It took a few second for Geffa's command to register. With pants still dripping with urine, he climbed over the couch's arm. His jump to the floor was clumsy and he fell on his belly. Getting up without a sound, he followed the dragon and the cat into Pixie's bedroom.
Randal and Todd went to the kitchen to get some paper towels and a garbage bag. Bringing them back to the living room, they cleaned.
Geffa opened the door for Pixie and Pixie walked in grimacing and holding up her panties and trying to not let any of her solid wastes escape them. There was no helping the dripping, though. Bugsy walked in behind them, walking on two legs with his hands held out front almost like a zombie. His gaze was absent and terrified.
Pixie awkwardly stepped into the center of the room. There was a box of garbage bags on a nearby chair, one left from previous incidents from her pets, but this time she was the one that had to dispose of something!
With Pixie holding up her panties, Geffa had to get the garbage bag and lay it on the ground. Pixie stepped into it and let the panties go, hitting the ground with a squelchy, swampy thud.
Geffa scowled, "Don't drop it like that! You'll make a mess even worse!"
Pixie looked up at Geffa, "Oh... sorry."
Bugsy walked up to the two, and just stared at them, like he was paying attention but didn't know what they were actually saying.
"How could you let him do this to you?" said Geffa motioning at Pixie's crapped panties lying in the garbage bag. Pixie lifted the back of her skirt and checked out her rear. It looked nasty enough, "Could you pass me the wet wipes?"
Geffa sighed and reached for the wipes on the dresser. She handed them to Pixie who immediately dropped them to the floor. She reached over and picked one up. While wiping herself she spoke, "He's a dog. I'm a cat. I have a natural fear of him."
"You're his master!" said Geffa, "He's shouldn't be scaring you into," she once again gestured at Pixie's crap-loaded panties on the ground, "this! You should be scaring him!"
"I couldn't help it," said Pixie, "He was so growly and snarly. He had eyes of fire! Just look what he did to Bugsy!"
Bugsy had climbed unto the computer desk. There was a cup of pencils and pens so Bugsy helped himself. He picked up a pencil and sat down, chewing on it with beaver gnaws. His vision got more far away.
"Oh great," said Geffa, "He's in nibbling mode!"
Pixie removed her skirt, looked at it, then tossed it across the room into a hamper. After a few more wipes, she stepped out of the garbage bag and pulled it up. After tying a knot, she went to the drawers to get a clean pair of panties and some pants that matched her suit.
"So what do you want me to do?" asked Pixie.
Geffa sighed, "We can't have pets being insolent to their masters. It might come down to... invalidating Randal."
Pixie slipped on the new clothes, "Invalidating?"
"Yes," Geffa nodded. She began to pace around the room, "We might take away all of his intelligence, or maybe transform him into a feral form." She paused, "He can no longer be myumanoid."
Pixie's heart sunk at the suggestion. Bugsy kept on nibbling.
As afternoon pulled in, Bugsy snapped out of his terror-induced trance. He dried his pants and found a new pair of underwear and returned to his normal day. After the scare Randal gave him, though, he was uneasy about messing with any of the house's dogs. Watching TV in Patricia's old room wasn't very entertaining, so he wandered around the house.
It was quiet, although he heard some slapping sounds in the backroom and found Todd casually cranking one out. It would have been a perfect time to tease the desperate little pup but the fright he got earlier humbled him.
Out in the living room, Bugsy saw Randal sitting on the couch, completely still and silent. Bugsy walked up to the couch, head hung low. He hopped up the arm and dropped to the cushions. Randal sat on the other side of the seats, head unturned to Bugsy. Bugsy stepped forward quietly.
"Uh hey Randal," he said, "You feeling better now?"
Randal shifted and turned his head away from Bugsy.
Bugsy chuckled, "I gotta say, Randy. You sure scared the crap outta me! Literally."
Randal said nothing.
Bugsy, uncertain what to do, remained silent. Then a joke came to him, "Guess I'm the one that needs adult diapers, huh?"
Randal said nothing. When he walked up and placed a hand on Randal's lap, Bugsy said, "Randal..."
Randal got up, pushing Bugsy hand away from him. He marched out of the room down into the basement. Bugsy watched his mastiff friend vanish and he had never felt so hurt. The raccoon knew it was his fault but could only feel sad.
There was a small room in the back of the house that the landlord used as a storage room, but after shifting around some shelves and cardboard boxes, it made a pretty functional if cramped meeting room for the arbiters of the household. There were a few chairs and a student's desk.
Pixie sat down on a chair while Geffa stood around the room. There wasn't much room to pace among its cool tile floor but she made do with the room she had. Quietly, she thought. The perfect punishment, the perfect punishment...
Pixie tapped her bare foot on the ground, some of her petite claws hitting the tile floor and making a light tapping sound. She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers on her side. The panel lighting in the ceiling made a large buzzing sound. There was a bad smell in the room too, like a dead mouse. Too long dead for Pixie to take any dining pleasure from it.
She shifted on the seat, her chub rolling up and down her body, "Maybe I could have him talk like a chicken instead? It would be humiliating."
"No!" said Geffa, "It needs to be harsh. Not just because he attacked you, but also to serve as a warning to the others..."
There was a tap at the door. Geffa opened it and at the bottom was Bugsy. He looked up, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," said Geffa. She turned to Pixie, "You have to make the final choice, but you can't go easy on him. It's either total mental ferality or castration."
Bugsy tried to not let that word get to him. He hopped up on the desk, addressed both ladies and said, "So I'm thinkin' you're figuring out what you're going to do with Randal out there?"
Geffa nodded, "Yes. He needs to be punished but Pixie only wants to make him fatter or make him droolier or make him wet the bed every night."
Bugsy nodded, "That's a peach." He paused and held his hands nervously, "Here's the thing, uh, maybe... don't punish him?"
Geffa's eyes lit up. Her brow dug down into the base of her snout like an avalanche, "What?"
Bugsy stepped back a little, "Y-you heard me. Don't give him a punishment. In fact," he grabbed his tail and caressed its fur, "you give him a non-punishment. An anti-punishment."
"An anti-punishment" said Pixie.
"What I mean is," said Bugsy, "lay off, ok? Go easy on the kid. I mean, all of them. They're losing their fucking minds with this pet business and they can't take it anymore! Let them talk and read again! Let 'em where clothes! Don't make them sleep outside and for fuck sakes let them use a goddamn toilet!"
Geffa grabbed Bugsy's collar, "You're the one that wanted them for this project in the first place!"
"I-I know!" said Bugsy, "I know what the project is about, but you don't need to inflict psychological torture on them."
Geffa tossed Bugsy on his butt and paced around the room some more. Pixie spoke up, "But what's the point of them being pets if they can talk like us? Wear clothes like us?"
"What pet things are they going to do if Pixie revokes their restrictions?" asked Geffa.
Bugsy shrugged, "Iunno. Get them to grab the morning paper? Play fetch?"
Geffa sighed and leaned up against a stack of cardboard boxes, sighing loudly. He rubbed her forehead with her clawed hand, slowly. Bugsy eyed the two of them. Pixie's expression was discontent, but it softened with her frown fading and her eyes relaxing. She then grinned, "Alright, I'll revoke their restrictions."
Bugsy smiled with his little fangs for everyone to see. The three of them discussed some details and after an agreement was found they turned off the light and went out into the hall.
Geffa and Pixie set up four chairs in the middle of the living room. They called the four dogs to the living room. None of them were excited to be called for a family meeting but Randal was very worried. He approached slowly from the back room, looking in all sorts of directions for a possibly escape route.
Bugsy was happy that Randal's punishments were going to be lifted but if Randal was so scared he was about to be punished even further that he crapped himself, Bugsy would have found that funny.
Pixie pointed at the chairs, "Sit down, pets."
The four of them found a seat. They looked at each other, uncomfortably. Their naked forms seated on the living room chairs like a Swedish porno film, except that they were dog-people which wasn't common in myuman pornography.
Bugsy perched himself on the table by the kitchen window. There was a bowl of cashews so he picked one up and began munching. Geffa and Pixie stood before the quartet of dogs and fish.
Pixie grinned warmly and snapped her fingers, "You may all speak."
Randal blinked, "Really?" He held his chest, "Wait! I can speak again?"
"I can talk?" said Elizabeth, "I can talk again! Oh thank god!"
"Tit tit tit ass ass ass," said Todd. He looked over at Patricia, "How about you Patricia?"
The fish girl looked back at them, but all that came out was, "Glub?"
Randal looked at Pixie, "Why can't she talk?"
"She's probably still in shock," said Geffa, looking at the fish girl, "Because the transformation and feeding and the like. She'll recover sooner or later..." Geffa turned to the rest, "And with that," she snapped her fingers.
In an instant, the pets were wearing clothes again!
Randal was in a teal button-up T-shirt and brown corduroy pants. Elizabeth had a white cutoff top with a red jacket overtop and a pair of cropped pants. Todd had a green hoody with dusty brown cargo shorts, and Patricia, the chubbiest and fishiest of them all, she had a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
It felt weird to be wearing clothes again, for everyone, but there was a feeling of control and comfort in not having to show off your junk every minute of the day. Elizabeth stretched out her legs and fanned her clawed toes. Patricia pinched at her jeans and peeled them out as much as her flabby legs would give.
"You won't be sleeping outside anymore," said Pixie, before leering an eye on all of them, "Unless you are bad. Then you're in the doghouse."
There was a giggle among them. Geffa's expression grew stern, "You still aren't getting your rooms back, but we will rearrange the basement so that there's a sleeping place for you with regular myuman beds."
Pixie nodded at Geffa, "That's right. And we'll install a bathroom and shower down in the basement too. You pets can use the toilets again!"
There was a sigh of relief from everyone, but saying anything would have felt awkward. They kept quiet, and let the blessing be.
"So we won't have to act like dogs anymore?" asked Todd.
Pixie brought a fingerclaw to her chin, "I'm still forcing you to eat out of doggy bowls. After all, you are all dogs," she peered over to Patricia in all her fishy glory, "Except for one."
Pixie approached and Patricia looked up, nervous of what Pixie was going to do. Pixie looked over at Geffa, "Hey Geffa, could you make her a Great Dane?"
With all the heart and fluster of a high school goth girl, Geffa shot a beam at Patricia. The fish didn't even have time to brace herself. The beam hit her and her form was overcome by light. It grew bigger, and when Patricia came out of it, she was a Great Dane.
Patricia's weight leaned into her new form comfortably, with her flabby curves regressing enough to take her out of the 'obese' category. She was also taller, over six feet.
"That's much better," said Pixie, "Four dogs!"
Patricia was silent but a wet spot grew on her jeans and a puddle entrenched down her seat. There were wet spots on the bottom of her thighs and then liquid emerged and went over the edge of her chair. It was the dripping that got everyone's attention, including Patricia who looked down and realized what she was doing.
Bugsy stifled a laugh this time. Geffa smirked. Elizabeth smiled. A big dog's worth of urine hit the floor.
Pixie frowned, "You did that on purpose!"
Patricia held her legs together and whimpered, looking away shyly.
Bugsy chomped down another cashew, "I know I've made jokes about it but your friend might actually need adult diapers."
Pixie sighed and offered a hand, "Come on, let's you cleaned up."
Patricia took Pixie's hand and rose from the chair. Leaks dripped from her jeans and onto the chair and floor. It was best to just ignore it and head to Pixie's room to clean up. The other pets were left to wipe down the mess.
There was a new energy in the house. With so many degrading restrictions lifted, living in the house stopped feeling like being held prisoner and started feeling like living although Randal knew this was still captivity. They weren't the masters of the house, and they were still trapped in non-myuman bodies.
Pixie and Geffa got distracted with chatting with the neighbors. The house beside them had a situation where a both a hamster and a budgie were uplifted when a darkness invaded the home and turned the whole family into animals, including the two teenage children. Pixie and Geffa sat in the backyard outside with the neighbors and talked.
When Bugsy left to get a pack of cigarettes, Elizabeth saw an opportunity. She gathered everyone in the basement and made sure no one was around. Randal, Todd, and Patricia flocked to the back corner of the basement and descended behind an unfinished wall where no one could peak in from the window by the stairs.
"So now that we can talk again," said Elizabeth, "Mind explaining some things?"
"Uhhh," said Randal, "Like what?"
"Like who they are and where they came from?" said Elizabeth, "I can tell they know who you are. You did stuff with them!"
Todd patted Randal on the back, "Randal fights demons and shit!"
"What?" said Elizabeth.
Patricia couldn't talk but was coherent. She knew what they were talking about.
"I didn't fight demons," said Randal, "They exagerate. I helped fight them. It's gotten intense but I'm not a Van Helsing."
"So you brought them here?" said Elizabeth.
"I..." Randal rubbed the back of his head, "I guess."
"What are we gonna do, Randal?" said Elizabeth. She motioned at herself, "We're dogs! How are we going to get back to being myumans?"
Randal shrugged, "I... I don't know. I don't think this is something we can fight. Geffa looks like she could erase us from existence with a snap of her fingers!" he paused, "She probably could!"
Elizabeth sighed and she dropped on a nearby chair, "So what are we supposed to do? Just be dogs for the rest of our lives? We can't live that way."
Randal noticed something about the way Elizabeth voice sounded. She sounded myuman, which was obvious but with it brought a new dynamic. Randal had spent the last couple weeks sticking his cock into her with abandon and now neither he or she were the senseless animal that they were while they were suppressed to talk.
"What if we could?" said Randal, "What if we had to?"
"I could be a dog," said Todd, "I'd rather be a jaguar though. They run so fast!"
"You fight demons?" said Elizabeth to Randal, "Does that mean you can kill them or break this... magic?"
Randal had to stop for a minute and explain to Elizabeth what exactly he did before getting turned into a dog, hinting at some of the 'troubles' he had doing such scary, dangerous work. Randal emphasized how much he doesn't know and how little Bugsy and the other characters he met didn't tell him.
Elizabeth sighed but said nothing.
There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Pixie's voice called out, "What are you guys doing? Are you down here?"
Elizabeth's eyes lit up. She reached and pulled her top down, letting out her tits (with bra still on). She looked back at Patricia and pulled up her shirt to her breasts, then pushed Todd down onto her.
"We're just making out!" said Elizabeth.
She held Randal close and the two began kissing but it was awkward. Their snouts kept bumping into each other and there was no zing to their kisses. Although the makeout was performative, there should have been some real heat to it. Randal opened his eyes for a sec and looked into the face of his canine roommate. He couldn't have been more flacid. Elizabeth wasn't any more steamy.
Pixie came around the corner and saw them going at it. He didn't detect the lack of chemistry between Randal and Elizabeth and she saw Todd and Patricia enjoying themselves. She smiled, "Dogs will be dogs!"
Elizabeth smiled nervously and chuckled, "That's... right!"
Pixie left them alone and the makeout continued until she was upstairs. Once Pixie was gone, Randal and Elizabeth's tongue twisting ended. They looked at each other confusedly and frustratingly. They looked at Todd and Patricia enjoying themselves, felt out of place, and quietly exited that small discrete place behind the unfinished wall. Without a word, they went their own ways.
Later in the evening while Geffa had things to do elsewhere, the house was bundled in the living room. A few of them were watching TV. Patricia, Randal and Pixie sat on the couch and enjoyed themselves. Randal kept looking over at Patricia's lap to see if she had peed herself but she was keeping continent that evening.
The sitcom they were watching was enjoyable. Bugsy had the most commentary and it was often profane and mean-spirited, but nobody minded it that much.
Randal picked a chip from Pixie's bag and chomped down on it with a big crunch. It wasn't a mealtime food so Pixie allowed him eating it without a dogbowl. He snacked down on another and some crumbs went unnoticed on his shirt. Pixie giggled and reached over to brush off his shirt.
He giggled, "Hey, my belly's ticklish!"
Pixie grinned and gave it a light tickle.
Randal giggled again, "Stoooop!"
Pixie gave a baudy smile with her teeth digging into her lip and began rubbing Randal's belly in circles. Randal's giggling turned into panting as a big smile came over his face, tongue sticking out. Slowly his arms raised up in front of him. He panted hard and drool began to drip onto himself and the couch.
He couldn't stop himself. The rubbing didn't just feel good, it felt intoxicating. He could feel his body leave itself. Every muscle relaxed and joined a transcendental groove. His panting got loud, huffing and drooling. He stared into space and it was like the TV in front of him melted in an endless ocean of fantastic light.
Pixie kept the rubbing up. Randal could see into the edges of space. He saw distances immeasurably by myumankind. He saw into a dimension of rage and hope. His mind knew the answer and began to regress. All that was worth knowing was in the bellyrub, and so his mind began to eject all other things.
And then Pixie stopped rubbing.
Randal came out of his trance to hear a crowd of chuckles and laughter. That's when he noticed a feeling of warm wetness in his lap. He saw his pants were soaked and he was sitting in a pool of liquid, and the motion of simply leaning over a bit moved his butt cheeks enough to realize there was a load of mush in his underwear, mostly going across both cheeks.
It was obvious what he had done. He bit his lip rubbed his feet together nervously.
"You relaxed him so much he pissed all over himself!" said Todd.
Pixie giggled and looked at the puddle he made, "He must have really enjoyed it!"
Patricia shifted away from Randal, hoping not to get peed on. Elizabeth looked onward to Randal, feeling empathy for his accident.
Randal was embarrassed but between him having an accident before, this being the first time in awhile, and his housemates doing it themselves on that very day, he couldn't be too mortified. It was his turn, it seemed. He put a hand to his cheek and giggled, "I didn't just piss..."
Pixie leaned forward with an alluring gaze. She turned downward and rubbed and hand down Randal's wet groin. She grinned, "Yes you did." She looked back up and leaned close to Randal's face, "We better get you into my room so I can change you..."
Pixie got up and took Randal by the hand and got him on his feet. As he came out of the puddle, urine dripped off his pants onto the seat and floor. There was no helping it, so Pixie lead him to her room, dripping onto the carpet every step of the way. Elizabeth and Patricia were left to clean the mess.
It was the usual for Randal, although this was the first time he had to be changed by Pixie.
Pixie looked at Randal's pants. The wet stains went down his legs pretty far. She didn't think he wanted to save those pants. There was a box of garbage bags on a chair that she started thinking was to become a staple of her room as her pets had a lot of accidents. She put the garbage bag on the floor.
"Ok," she said, "step onto the bag."
Randal did. Pixie squatted down and pinched out a fold of Randal's peed pants, "These look like they can be trashed."
Randal grimaced and nodded, "Yep, I think I ruined them. I can feel the poop going down the sides."
Pixie smiled up at Randal, "I think we're about even for scaring me earlier."
Randal chuckled, "Yeah..."
Pixie leaned in close and felt Randal's backside, "I made a bigger mess than you, though."
Randal bit his lip and chuckled, "Really?"
Pixie rubbed a hand down his pant leg, "In the end, we are both animals and we both did this."
Pixie stood up and leaned into Randal. Taking his cheeks, she leaned in and kissed him. It was weird to be standing in pissed pants and making out with a girl, but that was Randal's life now. He took her and rubbed his hands on her ass. A hard dick hit the front of wet pants.
"Ok," said Pixie, "Drop them."
Randal pulled down his pants and underwear, not caring about any product falling out. Pixie fetched some wet wipes and came behind Randal to wipe him down. It took a few to get the job done but soon Randal was clean. The wiping motion, especially around his butt and balls, made him a bit firm though.
Once Randal was all clean he stepped out of the bag and Pixie ran off to toss it in the backroom.
When she came back, Randal was standing there pantsless. He spoke, "Where do I get a new pair of pants and underwear?"
Pixie grinned and strutted over, "Not so fast. Let's chill out for a minute."
Pixie walked a few steps closer and then reached around her waist and unbuckled her pants. She dropped them and let out her bare sex. As she got close, Randal started getting hard. His cock quietly climbed up.
Pixie put a hand on his butt, "It's been awhile since I've gotten to play with my dog."
She leaned in to kiss him and they smacked her lips together, with Randal having trouble not drooling. His cock smacked against Pixie's thigh and even jumped up and hit her cooch once. Randal grabbed Pixie's ass. It was so broad and soft. He let his fingers sink into her flesh, much deeper than she could do to his ass.
Pixie fell back against the drawers. She slapped Randal's cock lightly and spread her legs out, lifting her jacket up a bit so her sex was in plain sight. Randal took her shoulders and pushed himself in. Pixie moaned as his big doggy train entered her tunnel. She took his waist and spread out her legs a little more and Randal began thrusting.
Pixie's ass rubbed up and down the drawers. She stood on her tippy toes as the stud of a mastiff stared her down. It was pure pleasure but neither cracked a smile. They both groaned and moaned with their faces overcome with physical exertion. Their breathing was heavy and loud.
Pixie joined in the drooling to. She was the master of the household but getting drilled up your sex quarters was enough to make anyone sloppy. Her tail crept along the drawers turning and pressing against the corner. She took one hand off of Randal's thigh and onto the other side of the dresser, pulling it towards her and pushing into the boards as best she could from that awkward angle.
Randal's belly rubbed up against the softer and lusher form of Pixie's. Every charge into her vag was a bump into her torso. He felt a hand down her breasts. He cleaved a hole in her cleavage. He leaned forward to nuzzle into her top and feel the soft fur of her chest against his nose.
Pixie could feel it coming. A few more thrusts, another look at the drooly dog in front of her, and her animal instincts took over and unleashed a nova out of her body. She moaned and clawed into the drawers. She pulled up a leg and dug the heel of her other into the carpet below. Wetness dripped from her skirt.
Randal growled and bit down on his lip hard. He moaned and his dick started to fire. His thrusts got wild and manic, with jism falling from the attachment point and onto the ground, falling on Randal's legs and Pixie's foot.
They moaned and let their fluids escape them in pure animal pleasure. After they were all emptied out, Randal left her privates. Pixie collapsed against the drawers and Randal fell to the floor, where the carpet was a little damp from his cleanup earlier.
They sat down, breathing heavily but knowing there was no point in cleaning up because round two was coming soon.
When he saw Pixie taking off her jacket and shirt, Randal took off his. The two looked at each other-- two naked animal people with each their weight problem. Randal saw Pixie's soft curves and picked up his cock. He choked it with its wet slaps spritzing cum on the floor. His balls bounced at the sight of his feline master.
Pixie took off her bra and got up. She walked over to Randal, pointing at the bed, "Shift over this way, would you?"
Randal scooched over against the bed frame and leaned back. Pixie turned her butt towards him, tail curling in the air, and sat her big butt down on his lap. She looked down and saw Randal's huge erect cock lifting up into her vulva. It pressed against it and she could feel the dick's blood flowing like the core or of the earth.
She injected it into her and pushed out her legs to lift herself up and down. Randal spread out his legs to and grabbed her chubby waist. She rode him and the two of them gave breathy moans. Her vulva rubbed and rode the sides of his cock, coating there sexes in the fluid.
Pixie's claws dug into the carpet and her fat jiggled with every bounce. She rode him slow and sensual. She took a hand down to his balls and caressed them. Her leg twitched and rubbed up against his. She let a few strands of drool escape her and hit the carpet below. Her tail rubbed against Randal's side.
A climax was coming so the thrusting and bouncing got faster and harder. Pixie tugged her legs back forth to give the rutting some angle with the lifting and lowering. Another orgasm hit and juices flowed onto Randal's lap and balls. Pixie's ass got sticky with their jizz.
The third time Pixie sat at the edge of the bed and spread out her legs, exposing her cooch. Randal walked up and slapped her groin with his tip. He was just a little too tall to mount her comfortably so he spread his legs out and lowered himself so that their junk were level. He entered her and thrusting. It was a little awkward with his legs spread out like that but it made his butt cheeks feel good!
Pixie held Randal's arms close and Randal took hold of Pixie's waist. He looked down at his feline master. Her euphoric drooly face was intoxicating to look at her. Her round breasts and flabby stomach were like a hill of sexy. He focused on her belly button and the ribbons of fat that surrounded it. He moved a hand onto that mound. It's soft embrace was overwhelming, and the two shared another nut.
Pixie crawled on the bed, swatted the pillows off onto the floor to give her some room, and presented herself on her hands and knees with her ass facing Randal. Randal climbed up on the bed and climbed over Pixie, launching his rod into her. He humped and Pixie grabbed at the bedsheets, biting her lip and moaning with a drunken smile.
Randal couldn't help it. Doggy style was too hot. He drooled into Pixie's hair, but the cat couldn't care. She was letting her fluids out everywhere and making the bed and floor a mess zone. She drooled on the bed, her sheets having little marks where her mouth decided to drop bombs.
He humped faster and harder, grunting like a beast until his climax came over him. He thrusted his head into the air and howled loudly! He barked and howled as he wildly banged the back of his feline master! Jizz burst out of Pixie's vagina and splashed all over the bed. Randal howled loudly, with strands of drool going down his chin.
That wasn't enough for him and Pixie knew it. After a cooldown, Pixie presented herself again and they went back at it. More doggystyle. Randal felt like his cock was going to get so long and hard he'd have to cart it around for the rest of his doggy life. Pixie meowed. She meowed so hard and deep it was almost like she was crying. She heaved out heavily as another climax hit and they both squished out more fluids.
The bed had a pool of their jizz.
Randal and Pixie didn't mind to lay in it. They too were covered in wetness. They laid there panted heavily, staring at each other. They smiled. Their body shook with exhausted pleasure.
Randal peeked at Pixie's vag. It was so perfectly bumped and shaped. He got hard again. He took his cock and started cranking. Pixie watched, not doing much but enjoying the show. He beated his meat taking glances into her eyes before moving back down to her sex zone.
He wanted it so bad, and he came, shooting seed all over Pixie. Pixie was happy to have his semen all over her belly and cooch. More whips of white all over her body. He finished jizzing all over Pixie and bed and dropped his cock.
They gave each other a look and chuckled.
"You're sleeping in the doghouse tonight," said Pixie, "As punishment."
Randal huffed and grinned, "Fair enough."
Things have gotten a bit more normal in the household and yet Randal and his roommates are still dogs. It's time to embrace the new normal! The housemates also get a visit from some old mentally-compromised acquaintances.
SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO GO FERAL
Another night closed on Darwinton.
Afternoon light turned to dusk turned to night. The outside streetlights came on and a quiet engulfed the neighborhood. Things in the house settled down. The dogs and masters of the house shifted into their bedrooms. Before Todd could enter the basement stairs and head down to his room, he was stopped by Pixie.
Pixie approached him in her sexy nightgown, nipples poking through the silk. She took his hand and said to Todd, "Actually... you can sleep on my bed tonight."
Todd grinned goofily as Pixie took him into her room. Randal and Elizabeth kept watching TV on the couch. They were quiet, even when hearing Pixie and Todd going at it made things awkward.
The show had finished and it was time for bed. Randal turned off the TV. It felt like an embarrassing accident when he and Elizabeth caught each other's gaze. They looked at each other, uncomfortable with their presence.
They had spent the last week fucking each other like mother nature christened them to be denmates. How many times had Randal stuck his large firm cock inside of Elizabeth? They had both lost count. The throes of passion over several days blurred together. To both dogs, it felt like a fading dream that they had woken up from and that they were now seeing each other as dogs for the first time.
It was humliating.
"Uhhh," said Randal, "I got to sleep outside," he got up, "so..."
And he left into the backyard. Elizabeth went downstairs, feeling like it was a good night to curl up in bed and masturbate to thoughts of Scar from the Lion King.
The night air was cool and the humidity made it refreshing to take a whiff in. Putting aside the awkwardness of him and Elizabeth, he sat down by his doghouse and looked up into the night sky. Nudity was too much for him but he could enjoy sleeping outside! Him being a dog might have had something to do with how relaxing it was, but he couldn't know for sure.
After laying down for a few minutes, Randal heard a door open. He looked up behind his doghouse towards the house down the line and saw a ferret guy with gelled blonde hair walking out the door.
The hair was familiar but Randal couldn't remember a myuman face to go with it. It's not like he knew every neighbor in the hood, though. A boy in the house beside him that had hair like that? He couldn't recall.
The ferret spotted Randal on the ground, "Uh, hi!"
Randal sat up, "Oh... hi there."
"They got you sleeping out here tonight?" said he, "What did you do? Chew a hat?"
Randal chuckled, "No, I growled in my master's face."
The ferret sat down beside him, "Really? And that's all you got for punishment?"
Randal thought for a second. Would he bring up the fact that his master bellyrubbed him so much that he ended up filling his pants in ecstasy? No, he thought he would leave that part out.
"She also whacked me on the nose with a newspaper," Randal lied.
The ferret chuckled, "Old testament stuff huh?"
The chatted for a bit, introducing themselves to each other. Randal didn't recognize the ferret but the name Elias was familiar. Being a dog, Randal had to stop the conversation to give Elias's crotch a good sniff.
"Hey, didn't you walk around nude before?" asked Elias.
Randal nodded, "Yeah. Pixie forced us to be naked." He curled one foot around the other, "It was embarrassing but we got used to it. Today she finally let us wear clothes again!"
Elias smiled, "Oh, it wasn't your choice?" He motioned at the park around them, "Whenever they take us for walks in the park everyone strips down anyway," he giggled, "You know, for fucking..." he rubbed his foot into the ground, "but it looked like she made you be nude 24/7!"
"Morning, noon and night," said Randal.
"Even the girls?" asked the ferret. Randal nodded and the ferret bit his lip, "Oh my God, naked girls all the time... sounds like heaven!" Elias looked down at his own lap. A bulge had formed on his jeans, "Look at me! I'm getting erect just thinking about it." He looked up at Randal, "The reason why I have to sleep out here tonight is because I was masturbating during supper."
Randal tittered, "Right at the dinner table?"
Elias nodded eagerly, "I thought it'd be ok. We do so many things around each other now that me opening up my jeans and cranking one out didn't seem like a big deal. But my master got mad and told me I had to sleep outside tonight." He gave Randal a shy look, "You don't mind me jerking off right now do ya?"
Randal shook his head. Elias grinned and undid his buckle. Unzipping his jeans and dropping his underwear and his big firm cock flopped out. It was thick and long. Elias smiled at Randal as he began to rub the fleshy rod. "Thanks," he said.
"Turning into animals made us very hung huh?" said Randal.
Elias chuckled, "Yeah. I didn't have anything this big as a myuman." He stopped stroking and took his hand away to let his solid cock hang in the air, "Now all the girls love me in bed!"
Randal chuckled but said nothing. After a moment of silence, Elias returned to rubbing his cock. He sighed, "It's going to be weird going back to classes soon."
"What?" said Randal.
"Didn't you hear?" said Elias, "Classes are starting up again... for us animals. We're going to have animal teachers!"
"I didn't hear about this..." said Randal. He went deep into thought.
The rest of the night involved quiet chatter with Randal joining in with Elias in a session of masturbation. They laugh, curled their toes a bit, encouraged one another to cum, and tried to shoot their loads into the grass at the same time. After a few orgasms, they had their fun and went to bed.
It was unusual for Randal to wake up with pants on, even if he was resting outside near a ferret guy with noticable morning wood. He decided not to disturb his neighbor and go inside for breakfast.
Inside the house, Elizabeth and Patricia arose from the basement. Pixie and Todd came out of her bedroom. Todd was topless with his fuzzy chest out in the open. Pixie and Todd were touchy with each other and it was obvious to everyone they had a good night together. Pixie gave Todd a peck on the cheek. Todd tapped his foot nervously and an erection escaped him.
Geffa had business elsewhere. After breakfast Randal wanted to watch some TV, although flipping through the channels, it became apparent that something was up. Gone was his normal myuman programming and in its place was animal stuff. There was a talk show with a well-dressed frog and a well-dressed panther. They were both feral and sat on the desk instead of on a chair.
"If your mate is bringing additional lovers into the den," said the frog, "try not to get jealous. Let them have their fun!"
The panther nodded, "Yes, showing jealously will push your partner away!"
"Didn't your husband do something like this recently?" asked the frog, a quaint smile appearing on its face.
"Yes," said the panther, "At first it was awkward sharing a bed with my husband and his five rutmates but when I saw him orgasm, and his face scrunched up and he roared, I couldn't be jealous of him!"
Randal wasn't sure what it was. Bugsy was strolling through the living room and saw Randal's confusion. He hopped over the couch and plopped down beside Randal.
Bugsy looked nervous, "Uh, whatcha watching?"
The sting of annoyance clapped inside Randal. It was the day after long weeks of Bugsy looking for any reason to humiliate Randal and his roommates. That all came to an end when Randal growled in Bugsy's face so ferociously that he swamped his pants and spent a couple hours in a stupefied state. Bugsy was the one to convince Geffa and Pixie, the practical house runners, to go easy on Randal and the other 'pets', but his transgressions wouldn't soon be forgotten.
Randal turned to the television, "Some talk show, I think. It's a talk show... but with animals."
Bugsy grinned, "But of course. Us animals need our shows too."
Randal flipped the station. The next channel looked like an action movie but with a buff dog man in the lead role. He ran around with a high-powered machine gun wearing a SWAT uniform except barefoot.
Randal smirked, "Do animals need action movies too?"
Bugsy chuckled, "By the barrelful!"
They shared a giggle. They went quiet and Bugsy looked up sincerely at Randal, "Hey, Randy... I'm sorry for being a turd these last couple weeks."
Randal shook his head, "It's ok..."
"No, it's isn't," said Bugsy, "I made a horrible situation worse for ya. I promise I'll be more considerate in the future." He tapped a foot into Randal's leg, "I sure got mine though, didn't I? All it took was one growl in the face and you got me to toilet my drawers!" He slapped his tummy and laughed out loud, "Like a cub!" He shoved his elbow into Randal playfully, "You might have to take me to the store and help me pick out a large package of diapers!"
Randal chuckled, "I'm not so great in keeping my pants dry either."
They shared a giggle and turned to the TV. The action movie was still rolling. The dog hero launched a motorcycle off a ceiling onto a helicopter and snatched the damsel in distress, a busty swan lady, then drove off the helicopter, landing on another roof safely. The dog hero and swan damsel biked away.
Randal flicked the channel and it looked like a workplace sitcom with animal people. He flicked again and there was a snow leopard wearing a cloak, holding a chalice. She spoke, "On this day we praise Eruthmar, god of forests. On this day we praise him for bountiful trees and shade!"
Randal flicked the channel again. It looked like another action movie. Then a few more times and he was back at the talk show with the frog and panther.
"Is that all?" asked Randal, looking at the remote.
"Yep," said Bugsy, "The network is just getting set up so there aren't a lot of channels for animals, yet."
Randal continued to watch the show. After hearing the panther tell a tale about how she once got fat by eating too much cake, Randal switched the channel. It was the action movie again and it looked like it was closing down. The dog hero had his shirt off and he was making out with the swan damsel hard. She caressed his ass gently.
He switched the channel again. It was the workplace sitcom. The lead seemed to be a parrot lady wearing a pink ladies suit, and her friends were a cat lady, an older dino lady, and a younger frog lady. The episode played out like Randal's myuman sitcoms. The parrot lady Denise wants more respect from her superiors, causing drama in the office. It was decent enough to watch.
Bugsy shoved Randal, "Hey, Randal. Which one would you want to impregnate?"
Randal blushed, "Uh, I don't know. I don't want to have a child..."
Bugsy smirked, "Come onnnn, which one? If you had to give one your pups, which one?"
Randal smirked a little. He looked on screen. Which one was the hottest? Denise had a nice bosom but everytime it cut to the dino lady, that ass grabbed Randal's attention. Her formed out underneath her business skirt. They were dynamite curves.
"The lizard lady," said Randal.
Bugsy smiled wide, "The dino?" He chuckled, "Me? I'd go for the frog girl. She looks like she just started producing eggs. I'd make her suck my dick and call me daddy."
Randal and Bugsy shared a giggle. They watched the show for the remainder of the hour. The episode ended with the parrot girl getting permission to take extra breaks to masturbate. She found some hot porn on her computer, reached down and started rubbing one out. A heave backward nearly made her toppled over on her chair. She kicked her legs up, knocking some pictures of the desk. The credits displayed over the parrot's face orgasming.
It was approaching supper and the door opened. Geffa walked through yet followed by two bisons, their bulky frames taking up the door. The male one followed behind Geffa closely where the female one got on the floor and started crawling around like an animal. Geffa had to tell her a few times to cut it out.
"Housepets!" called Geffa, "Come to the living room."
The four dogs came to the living room. They noticed the bisons; there was something familiar about them. They were standing well over six feet. The female wore and olive jacket over top a yellow flowered dress. She has a prominent bosom that jetted out in front of her. It was large but strong and firm. The male was much the same. Large, strong. He wore and dust brown suit jacket with a blue tie out front and a pair of sandy-colored pants.
"Hello, children," said the male.
"Mr. Rofko," said Randal, "Is that you?"
The bison nodded, "Yes, it is me, Randal."
It was Mr. and Mrs. Rofko, the owners of the house. They had been turned from myumans into animals like Randal and the others.
"When I needed to take over the house," said Geffa, "I had to deal with your former landlords here."
After invading the house, Geffa hunted down Mr. and Mrs. Rofko. She turned them both into bisons and after allowing them a break to change their pants and fuck in the hallway, she offered them a chance to live the rest of their days in a magical plane, a dimension across reality where no civilization has touched.
When they arrived, they were curious, but as they traveled the reality of living on an infinite plane set in and they were overwhelmed with it. It scared and excited them. They slowly lost their sophistication. They spoke in moos and peed in their pants. They rutted in open field and up against trees. They abandoned their clothes and went nude.
Geffa had them dress up for their visit to their form tenants, probably the last time they would speak to civilized persons.
"Another dimension?" said Todd.
"An alien world full of nothing but wilderness?" said Patricia.
Geffa smiles menacingly, "Yes, a plane of reality untouched by people." She chuckled, "Practically infinite in every way. The concept is maddening for you pitiful myumans so anyone who spends prolonged time in the world..." she took a clawed hand to Mrs. Rofko's face. The bison cow barely reacted to Geffa's touch. She smiled quietly, stared into space, and drooled.
Mr. Rofko looked over at his wife. She grinned at him and he took a hand to her ears. When he rubbed, she closed her eyes and mooed quietly, drool dripping from her mouth, "She cannot talk anymore. Her brain's gone to mush." He chuckled, "Mine's not far behind."
"Do you want your brain to go to mush?" asked Randal. It's not a question he felt he should have asked but it came out of him without his consent.
He said, "Yes, I do. I've been a civilized myuman for decades but now I pine for ferality. I want to be nude. I want to be dumb. I want to be-" then Mr. Rofko cut himself off. He looked awkwardly and there was a splashing sound coming from his pants. Everyone took a peek, but saw nothing. Rofko looked up. He stammered then said, "I... I'm taking a piss." There was a short pause, "In my diaper."
Patricia had to concentrate on holding it because it felt like hearing someone else pee would get her to start. The gentle pitter-patter of release. She clenched her hips shut.
"You're wearing a diaper?" said Elizabeth.
Rofko grinned slightly, "I don't know how to hold it anymore. It's better that I wear a diaper than pee in my pants and all over the floor." He looked over at his wife again, "Same with her."
"Really?" said Todd. He walked up around Mrs. Rofko and looked down at her waist. She didn't seem lucid so he took a hand out and felt around her ass. There was padding there. Todd grinned, "She's wearing one!"
Elizabeth crossed her arms and sighed, "Todd..."
Mr. Rofko chuckled, "We are wild animals now, aren't we?" He looked serene, "This will likely be the last time I talk to any myumans," He gave them a look, "Well, former myumans." He paused and smiled, "Look at you all! You're a regular... uh..." he took a hoofy finger to his chin, "What's the thing where they keep all the dogs in?"
"A pound?" said Patricia.
Mr. Rofko smiled, "Yes. A pound!" He chuckled, "I hope you guys are having plenty of sex!" He waited for all of them to nod and continued, "Very good. We are animals after all!"
The Rofkos gave their final goodbyes and then walked to the door. Mrs. Rofko couldn't make it to the door without dropping on all fours again like a feral. Seeing his mate get down on the ground, Mr. Rofko was tempted; but he waiting until he opened the door before he got down on the floor and joined her. The two walked out of the door and into the afternoon light like ferals. Randal hadn't known them very well but there was a sadness of seeing them leave knowing he'd never see them again and the last threads of Mr. and Mrs. Rofko were gone.
"Completely feral..." Randal said to himself.
Geffa, beside him, chuckled, "Yes indeed! One could say deep down all myumans want to go feral, to give up everything and be an animal." She reached over and gave his belly a rub, "I wonder if I teleported you to a place like that... how long would it take before you are naked, dumb and drooling?"
Randal clenched his toes and chuckled nervously.
Todd was alone in thought. The word echoed in his mind... diapers.
After a few weeks away from his classes, Randal returns to his school. He has changed a lot since then, and so has the campus. Most importantly, there's a new dean running the show...
INTO THE DEAN’S HEART, INTO HER PANTIES
Randal slept in his new room for the first time that night. It was nice having a mattress but he had to consider how used to the ground he was. He had been sleeping in the grass for weeks and he hadn't any back problems and if he surrendered to the comfort of a myuman mattress, would he lose his ability to sleep outside like a proper dog?
He awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He and Patricia emerged from their bedrooms at the same time. Randal was wearing the clothes he wore last night but Patricia was topless, letting her Great Dane tits out into the open. Randal watched as Patricia stretched happily, her big jugs shining under the basement light.
Patricia's eyes caught Randal staring, and she snapped to cover up her boobs. She giggled, "I guess I shouldn't be too embarrassed. You spent weeks seeing me naked, mind." She thought for a second, "On the other hand, you've never seen me naked as a dog. Only a fish."
"Does that make a difference?" asked Randal.
Patricia lowered her arms and revealed her bare breasts, "No..."
Randal grinned and Patricia returned the grin. The basement light may have been dim but its yellow light glowed on them, their soft nips beaming with charm. They went upstairs.
Randal barely had time to figure out what he was going to do with his morning before Geffa gave him something to do. She needed the dog to head across the neighborhood and pick up an 'influence needle'. Randal didn't need to know what it was, he was told, but he was to go to Samson's house and get it. He was given directions to the house across the park and he left via the screen door in the back.
There were some people walking around. A group of college-looking animal people were throwing a frisbee around. Down the pathway, Randal walked by a husky girl being walked by a rabbit lady, on a leash. As he passed by the husky, she gave him a knowing look. The rabbit looked at Randal sneeringly.
As he got closer to the houses, he saw two older-looking men talking over their front yard fence... completely bareass. The brown cat man and chubby hamster man were spending their morning pantless out in front of their houses; the hamster with a breakfast burrito and the cat man holding a glass of orange juice.
"You and my wife were making so much noise last night," said the cat man, "she never orgasms that loud with me!"
"She likes it smooth and slow with you," said the hamster, "With me she likes to go apeshit!"
They shared a laugh.
Randal forgot about them and followed the directions Geffa gave him. Between the red brick arch, take a right, go down the curved path and look for a semi with blue door. The number is 856. Randal went up to the door and rang the doorbell. He could see a big figure through the window. Randal gulped.
The door opened and it was a tall, bulky lion man wearing a hawaiian shirt and beige capris. He took a look at Randal, then squinted, "Oh, right, the influence needle." He sighed and opened the door completely, "Come in, it might take me a minute to find it."
Randal relaxed and entered the lion's house. The tile floor felt good on his barefeet. He followed Samson into the kitchen where a budgie man was drinking his morning coffee. He wore beige pants and a white shirt with pockets.
The budgie lowered the coffee cup from his beak and waved at Randal, grinning warmly, "Hi there, stranger!"
Randal blinked, "Professor Thompson?"
The budgie gave a look, "Ran... dal?"
"Is he a student of yours, Greg?" asked Samson.
"Yes," said Greg, "I teach him administration." The two fellows walked up to each other, "Let me get a good look at you... Dog, huh?"
Randal nodded, "The whole house is dogs!"
Greg explained his scenario. He got home from work and in the bedroom was a monster cat and a dragon, his pet Samson and Geffa respectively. Before he could get a yelp out, Geffa fired a bolt of light at him, turning him into a budgie. All Greg could do was scream like a little girl and flood his pants, making a puddle at the edge of the carpet.
Geffa, tired of cats, gave Samson an upgrade in his species by making him a lion. Towering at near 7 feet and with plenty of muscle, Samson was more intimidating than ever! Greg took one look at him and FRP FLORP BPPT was heard. Greg had crapped a big load in his underwear with the fecal matter running down his pant legs a bit. He passed out.
When he awoke, he was immediately instructed to change his pants. Samson wanted to show off his new pet to a friend's house across the neighborhood and Greg couldn't be out of the house a few minutes before totally peeing his pants again. Samson wasn't heading back to get Greg to change, so Greg had to walk around showing everyone his big wet accident. It was the first night of the neighborhood's transformation so some people were forgiving but he still got some jeers.
The friend, a snake named Georgia, had some spare clothes for Greg but to Samson's embarassment, not a half hour after putting on new pants, Greg had dropped a load in them. George had plenty of garments to share and it was a special occasion so she gave Greg another pair of pants.
It wasn't an hour before Greg had peed himself again. Samson wasn't going to let Georgia waste anymore clothes on him. Greg was sat down on some newspapers and told to be quiet. Later in the night, another newly-promoted Master came over to Georgia's house and she brought all of her pets– including a chubby ferret girl who was having trouble holding it much like Greg and was sat down on some newspaper like Greg.
The two were quiet together, until Greg pooped again. The smell hit the ferret girl but instead of being disgusted, she found the odor charming. And the two began talking. Some idle chatter and then Greg smells something. The ferret girl had pooped her pants. They began making out, then they took of their clothes and got fucking on the floor. Soon everyone in the house was fucking, and Greg was up until 5am fucking nonstop.
"How about you, Randal?" said Greg as he put an arm around Randal's shoulders, "Did you mess your pants when you got morphed?"
Samson excused himself to go look for the needle, heading up the stairs beside the kitchen.
Before Randal got another word in, Greg asked, "So how's the fucking? There's a bunch of college kids that live next door and every night I go over and fuck their brains out." He giggled, "One of them I have as a student. Imagine getting taught administration by someone that fills your tunnel!" He smiled, "It's going to be strange teaching class again after all that's happened these last few weeks but," he shrugged, "It's my job, ain't it?"
"It's pretty good," said Randal. He couldn't help it. A big smile hit his face and he chuckled, "I'm getting laid so much! I can't believe how much sex I'm getting and how good it feels! I'm fucking so many different people. Sometimes on a whim!"
Greg nodded enthusiastically, "It's great when you can just drop your drawers outside and instantly have some girl that wants to get stuck, huh?"
"I think..." said Randal, "I think I like being a dog. I don't want to go back to being a myuman."
He felt embarrassed and vulnerable to say it out loud, but he knew it was the truth. Greg snickered, "Why of course! We get to walk around barefoot," he stretched out his scaly feet, "and everyone is so hot and horny! Plus," he paused, "your dick got bigger in the transformation, right?"
Randal nodded, "It's humongous!"
Greg grinned, "Mine too." A flip of his belt buckle and Greg's pants were on the floor. His large thick cock hung out in front of him. He groped under his sac, "How can anyone say no?"
Randal unzipped himself and let out his cock, it hanging in the air on the curve. Greg gasped, "Geez, that's a hefty one." He reached out a hand and Randal tried not to show his nervousness of a guy touching his shaft, "Big... firm... Bet the girls in your house can't be around you without snapping their legs open huh?" He chuckled, "Samson up there has a massive one!"
Greg walked out of his pants and to the stairwell. Samson was walking down the stairs with a navy blue rectangular case. When Greg walked up without his pants on and his dick out Samson sighed. It was this again. He stepped down the stairs with the wood squeaking under his big frame, "Showing off your cock to our houseguest, Greg?"
"It's good to bare oneselves to others," said Greg.
Samson came downstairs and addressed Randal without even looking at his open cock. He flipped open the case to show a metal device that looked like the longer hand of an old clock. "This is the influence needle," he said before snapping the case. He picked up a plastic bag from the counter and put the case inside.
"Come on, Samson," said Greg, "Show it..."
Samson sighed and undid his belt. It came out like a python on the prey! Samson's lionhood was well over a foot with a thickness of a steel pipe. Huge balls underneath the shaft with brown fur crowning above the shaft and accenting his sac. Randal expected it to be big, but seeing it for real was shocking.
"Holy fuck!" he said.
Samson chuckled, "Yeah, it's big."
Randal and the guys hung out for a minute, compared their dicks some more, but Randal had an errand to finish so he zipped up and said goodbye. Samson and Greg met him at the door, Greg waving him bye while still bareass, big budgie cock out in the open.
When Randal got home, he didn't know what to do with the influencer so he left the bag on the kitchen table. His day progressed without incident but towards the end of the afternoon, there was a phonecall in the house. Randal felt a little odd about picking up the phone but Pixie was nowhere to be seen.
Randal went to the kitchen. No one was around. He walked to the phone on the wall and picked it up, "Hello? Uh, Pixie's house."
"Good, you're addressing the house as Pixie's," it was Geffa on the other line, "Such loyalty!" She let out a sharp laugh, "Did you pick up the influence needle?"
"Yeah," said Randal.
"I'm sending a driver to pick you up and take you to the college," said Geffa.
"Can't I just give it to him?" said Randal.
"You are going to get in the car and bring the needle to me," said Geffa, Randal hearing her teeth bared across the phoneline, "Listen to me, pet!"
"Ok... ok..." said Randal trying to calm her.
"Don't take too long," said Geffa. The phone cut. Randal hung up the phone.
Randal took the bag from the table, made sure the case was in the bag, made sure the needle was in the case, then took it with him into the living room. He waited and waited, sitting on the couch and keeping an eye through the window at the front of the house. Then he moved closer to the door and looked outside. Nothing in the driveway.
He lounged around the room until he heard a car engine come in the laneway. He looked outside. It was a metallic blue sedan. The car horn bleeped. He took the bag and opened the door. He felt exposed going out of the front of the house. Something about it felt off limits. He tried to ignore his feels and walked to the car.
As he got close, the driver's appearance got vivid. He was expecting a gopher or a lizard but the person inside the driver's seat was some sort of humanoid shape. Randal walked around and opened the passenger door, "Uh, hello?"
"You're Randal right?" the figure said in an androgynous tone, "Do you have the influence needle?"
Randal held up the bag, "It's in here."
"Get in, then," said it, "I'll drive you to the college."
Randal slipped into the seat, closed the door, and put on his seat belt, trying not to stare at the strange individual. Its body was made of a see-through material, like glass, but it had a pinkish tint to it. As well, there were colored markings like circuits on a motherboard, including ones on the head of the figure that made a pretty obvious face.
It backed the car out of the driveway and began the ride to the college. It was content as it drove the dog boy to his destination, almost uncannily so.
Randal wanted to ask what it was but needed to be tactful about it. He spoke up, "So... did Geffa send you?"
"Yes, she did," it said, its marking on its face animated with its speech.
An awkward silence. Randal spoke up again, "Excuse me for asking, but... what are you?"
The thing's demeanor didn't change a slight. It responded in its peppy tone, "I am a 'clearer'. I was once a person but I was punished for unspeakable crimes and sentenced to exist as a caretaker and slave until my sentence has been paid." It turned to Randal and grinned, "I've only been doing this for 428 years so I still have a ways to go!"
"Uh-huh..." said Randal, "So you do errands for her?"
"I do work for the client, yes," it said turning to Randal again.
Randal got nervous, "H-hey could you watch the road?"
"Do not worry, Randal," it said, "Technically I can see out of every surface on my body. The eyes on my face are only there to make you mortals feel comfortable."
"I'd feel more comfortable if you had your eyes on the road!" said Randal.
The clearer turned around so it was facing into the seat. Despite Randal's protest, the clearer put its laid its legs on the steering when and let its head sit on the seat, with its arms reaching for the pedals. The car didn't swerve or go out of control. In the last couple months Randal had seen stranger things than the clearer driving upside down so he calmed himself.
"I typically clean," said the clearer, "I scrub floors, I give baths to people, and I change pants!" It looked over at Randal, "Do you need a change? Geffa would prefer you to be clean when you get there."
"I'm good," said Randal.
"Confirmed," said it, "If you need a change, just ask. It is no problem for me!" Its gaze got sensual, "It's the best way to know someone."
The chatter was infrequent after that. They arrived at the college, parking out back by the football field. Taking the bag and getting out of the car, Randal looked around nervously. Were they any myumans around? Randal wasn't sure how the transformation neighborhoods worked and which places had accepted animal people. Was his college part of the transformed society?
"Is it ok?" asked Randal.
The clearer peered out at him and said, "Yes, there are no hostile forces around."
Randal sighed, "What I meant was is it ok for a dog to be walking around here?"
"I don't see how it wouldn't be," said the clearer.
Randal blew a gust into his hair. Looks like he wasn't going to get the clearer to understand. He looked around again. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Could he get to the college without being seen? The pavement underneath was cool and a gentle breeze was in the air. The smell of French fries caught Randal's nose.
"Are you coming in?" asked Randal.
"No," said the clearer with a chipper grin on its face, "I have to report to House 5661-A." It narrowed its eyes, "The family there have turned into sub-intelligent rats," its eyes went wide, "That means a lot of pants will need changing!" It smiled, "Goodbye, Randal!"
The clearer pulled out and drove out of the lot. Randal, nervously, walked to the college doors, bag swinging at his side. As he got closer the shadow of the building covered him and he stepped out of the breeze. The brown metal doors drew close. His heart pounded but he wasn't only worried but also excited. It felt good to be anywhere but his own home and neighborhood.
The door drew closer. He reached out and pulled it open. Entry being so easy felt odd and walking into the college was both a daring venture and a comfort. Inside the halls were empty and quiet aside from ambiguous murmurs in the distance.
A stirring came from Randal's right; the wall. Lines and holes formed on the basic white surface. Eyeholes formed and a mouth below it. From within the dark pools there shone dots of light, pupils that caught Randal's gaze.
"Can I help you?" said the face.
"Uhhhh..." Randal stared back at the spontaneous wall-face. He lifted up a bag to show it, "I'm here to give this to Geffa."
"Geffa?" said the face, "She's in the Dean's Office."
That voice caught Randal, "Marv?"
"Yeah, it's me," the wall replied. It was Marv, an acquaintance of Randal's that shared a class with him. They didn't know much about each other but they knew each other's faces; or what their face used to look like when they were myuman. Both of them had to sit with the realization that they had changed.
"They turned you into a wall?" asked Randal.
Marv was having a normal day in college until he entered the second floor computer lab and had interrupted a conversation between a few strange creatures, including a big blue demon named Orphis. He was prepared to run out the door screaming, but Orphis grabbed him by the arm. He lead Marv around the school for a half an hour, taking care of business, before Orphis pushed Marv into the wall and the wall became him.
He had spent his entire time with Orphis trying not to piss himself but getting turned into a wall crossed the line although all he could do at that point was make a bunch of pipes leak.
"It's like I'm constantly peeing," said Marv, "That's how it feels like with water flowing through my pipes."
"Are you stuck in this one place?" asked Randal.
Marv's face vanished from the wall and to Randal's left, it reappeared. Marv said, "No, I can appear all over the college. It's not so bad but I did have to watch my girlfriend get turned into a cheetah then fuck fifteen guys who weren't me."
"Sorry to hear that," said Randal.
"Anywho," said Marv, "You need to see Geffa?"
Marv looked to his left and a sign appeared on the wall. In big letters: DEAN'S OFFICE with an arrow underneath it. Randal knew his way around the college but if Marv's wall-face was anything to go by, things had changed a lot and it was best to make sure. Randal said his goodbyes to his ubiquitous companion and walked down the halls. Marv's face faded.
With that formality out of the way, Randal felt more at home at his college. It had been a few weeks since Randal had been at his college, but however happy he was to be back and have that element of normalcy back in his life, it was undercut that he was now a dog-man walking around the tiled floors on bare doggy feet. With each step, there was a little tap with his claws.
Randal scanned the halls as he passed them by. Were there other people around? He couldn't see anyone. There were lockers and billboards where he last saw them. It looked like they hadn't been tinkered. Maybe the walls had its share of faces in them now but many aspects of the college's construction looked the same.
He found the dean's office. He could hear some shuffling inside. Gently, he knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Geffa's voice called. "It's me, Randal," he replied. There was some more shuffling. Then Geffa called, "Enter."
Randal opened the door and stepped in, bringing the bag up in front of him like it was a charm to ward off any wrath Geffa would direct at him, but she didn't seem immediately hostile to his presence. She sat behind a big desk, ordering papers and giving Randal not a glance. On the front of the desk was a nameplate: DEAN GEFFA.
"I brought that influencer needle," said Randal showing up the bag.
Geffa glanced, "Very good. Set it on my desk," she tapped the edge of her desk for Randal to place it. He set it down, "Are you the new dean?"
Geffa scowled, "What do you think, pet?"
Geffa was dressed differently that afternoon. Gone was her gothic wear and in its place was a business suit; white with yellow trim on the edges. It was low-cut so that Geffa's very prominent, round, and firm cleavage was on display. Her wings folded behind her like a cape.
"What happened to the old dean?" asked Randal, "Did you send her to another world."
"Like your landlords?" Geffa smiled, teasingly, "No, she is still very much sane. I turned her into a lioness and sent her north to live in a commune of animals. She is discontent for her lack of authority in her new world but every day," Geffa paused to chuckle deeply, "she is thrusted by boys your age so I assume she is very, very happy."
Randal looked around the room. He had never been in the dean's office before and at first it seemed like the dean's offices he saw in the movies. His eyes glanced at things though and he noticed some deviations. There was a large certificate hanging in a frame on the wall. The writing was hard to make out but instead of a signature it was a giant dragon footprint.
"What's..." Randal cut himself off but refound his courage and spoke up, "What's going on here? Why are you turning people into animals? Why are you taking over the town?"
Geffa let a smirk slide across her mouth. It was a tiny smirk. She chuckled, "Interesting... The myuman is outright asking questions."
Randal took a step back, his shaky feet finding an awkward stance on the red carpet. He put his hands up defensively, "I... I just want to know!"
Geffa rose from her seat, eyes locked on Randal all the time but only to intimdate him. She broke eye contact to look around listlessly and walked around her desk, her hand sliding alongside the surface. She spoke, "I'm not going to explain everything," she turned to Randal, "Your puny myuman brain wouldn't be able to comprehend it." She snerked, "But I guess I could let you see a few pages of the script..."
Randal didn't say nothing. He tensed up as Geffa came around her desk. Geffa continued, "It has been accurately predicted that in the future, malevolent figures will try to invade your precious Earth," she leaned closer to Randal, "More malevolent than I, of course."
"Where did they come from?" asked Randal.
Geffa walked up and scoffed at Randal, "If I told you, you would go insane," she paused, "Perhaps out of the goodness of his heart, my leader wanted to break into your world and make some..." she looked Randal up and down, "changes. He wants to prepare this world for that invasion of malevolent individuals."
Randal scratched his head, looked down at the ground, "I guess that... makes sense."
"Darwinton is one of several myuman places that are serve as beachhead for changing this world," said Geffa.
Randal was quiet. He was surprised Geffa would tell him anything and if he pried, maybe he could have discovered more, and maybe he would have left ultimately unsatisfied with her answers, but in the moment he felt that was sufficient and kept quiet, not wanting to incur Geffa's wrath.
"Uh..." he said, "I... see."
Geffa smiled, almost pleasantly. She said, "Don't you see, Randal? I'm not so bad... if you don't displease me too much." She took a hand to his shoulder and gave it a rub. "We're not so bad, right?"
Randal cracked a toothy grin, "Right."
Geffa took her hand away and said nothing. Randal guessed his meeting was over. Product delivered. He let out a breath and turned to the door.
Randal took a hand to the doorknob when he heard a slide behind him. He looked to see Geffa sitting on her desk with her feet up like she was doing some sort of aerobics. She was dragging something up her legs slowly. But then Randal realized what it was. Wait, it was her panties.
Geffa smiled with teeth exposed like an arsenal of knives but her eyes looked at Randal like a beautiful setting sun. She took her panties up her legs, getting them caught on a couple toes, the claws digging into the fabric. She let it dangle, the garment resting on the soles of her foot.
"Uhhhhh..." said Randal.
Geffa's voice was airy and sensual, "This meeting hasn't adjourned, student," she motioned him close with a clawed finger.
Randal turned away from the door, making no effort to picking up his hanging jaw. He couldn't help but gawk at Geffa with her legs up, showing off her smooth thighs. He looked down at her skirt. It shrouded her privates but as Randal walked towards her, he kept his gaze from whence her legs and tail came. Her tail hung out over the desk, flopping down against the side. He tried to get a peek as Geffa lowered her legs down her desk, panties dropping onto the floor.
"Um-m," said Randal with his voice shaky and nervous. He had to concentrate to walk up to Geffa, one awkward step after enough. His heart raced and he could hear his blood flowing through his body like jet fuel. He couldn't even notice the large bulge pushing out the front of his pants. Geffa spotted it and licked her lips.
As it got close, Geffa reached out a hand and caressed Randal's bulge. Randal bit his lip and the firmness in his cock escalated. Randal breathed heavily and Geffa looked up at him, eyes full of hunger.
"Look at you," said Geffa motioning at Randal's bulge, "I've barely disrobed and you're already firm."
Geffa undid Randal's belt and unzipped his pants. Randal curled his toes and bit his lip. Slowly did Geffa reach into his underwear and bring out his big cock, already tough with arousal and leaking some precum. A strand of jizz hung on the top of his underwear.
Geffa giggled and took Randal's large member, "Truth be told, I didn't intend for you to be so..." she slid a hand down the shaft, "kingly." She looked up at Randal, "This was by accident," her eyes returned below. She patted and rubbed the cock and took a hand underneath to fondle his sack, "Soooo big!"
Randal giggled uncontrollaby. Geffa adjusted herself spread out her legs and lifted her skirt. It could have been someone unveiling a priceless artifact. Randal's eyes gazed as Geffa exposed it; her sex glistened like a dew-covered flower. The dark reptillian scales were smooth and its erotic curves beckoned Randal.
"You may enter," said Geffa lifting her legs up for Randal to take hold.
Randal took a step forward, aiming his long rod at the pleasure center. He locked eyes with Geffa as the member dove into her body. Geffa didn't blink as Randal entered her with his long thick rod. Every spot inside Geffa's hole rubbed on Randal's shaft like a hand from a goddess.
Randal thrusted. How fast was too fast? How slow was too slow? He didn't know and Geffa barely seemed to react. She watched him with eyes narrowed only the slightest amount. She seemed to enjoy it even if she wasn't showing much sign of it.
Randal rubbed down her thighs. They were so smooth and round. As he thrusted, he could feel his large balls smack beneath her. He looked at her, presenting herself to him; seeing her let herself at him gave him goosebumps. But Geffa only showed the slightest signs of pleasure- a simple smirk.
Randal's pants fell to the floor, around his ankles. He leaned forward a bit and clenched his teeth while thrusting faster and harder. His belt smacked the edge of the desk. He could feel his nuts rubbing atop of her firm tail. The smooth scales rubbed the bottoms of his balls like an angel's kiss. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He grunted as surges of cream rode up his shaft and ejected into Geffa.
He grunted louder and his thrusting got erratic with his ejaculating. He let himself go inside Geffa, filling her sex with a spray of jizz. It was time for Geffa to climax as well, although she barely reacted aside from curling her toes. Love juice flowed from her, mixed with Randal's, and burst out between them, dripping onto the carpet below.
A few more pumps and Randal pulled out. It was good. His cock throbbed and his heart beated. But he also felt like it was disappointing. Geffa didn't seem terribly amused.
Geffa lowered her legs over the desk and her skirt dropped, "How was it?"
"Ummmm, good," said Randal.
"Just good?" said Geffa. She looked down and unbuttoned her jacket. Opening it up, her shirt and the bulbous rack behind it came out. She unbuttoned her shirt, letting her big black tits out. Although held in a bra, they were big and tempting.
Geffa looked up at Randal, "Go ahead."
Randal took a hand to them. His pads rubbed along their warm firm scales. He took a few fingers into the cleavage. Geffa let her jacket and shirt off (with Randal confused how they got around her wings) and then undid her bra, it dropping to her lap then rolling off onto the floor. Her tits were freed, soft nipples hanging in the air. Randal palmed the nipples.
Randal smiled, "They're so big!"
Geffa smirked, "I'm hardly going to get naked before you do."
Randal looked at himself. He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked it off. He tossed it down on a coffee table. His chub was out in the open. On the front of his body, his chunk hanged down. Stepping out of the pants around his ankles, he was completely nude.
Randal fondled his fat, "How come the transformation made me chubby?"
Geffa patted his tummy, "Sometimes that happens. Sometimes it gives people a bit of weight," she reached down and took a hand underneath Randal's cock, "Sometimes it gives people girth." She took a hand underneath his sac and hummed, "Lots of girth..." She leaned down to get a closer look at the veininess. She looked up, "You could get a lot of girls pregnant with this thing!"
Randal blushed. Geffa leaned back up and hoisted her legs up. The skirt came along her legs and off at her feet. She was completely naked now, just like Randal. She extended her legs out, allowing an easy view of her vagina. Randal approached and rubbed down her the insides of her thighs. Geffa's toe twitched.
Inside her vagina and Randal was on round two. Randal gazed at her, panting heavily. She maintained her stone-like gaze at Randal with a slight smirk and eyes so sharp they could intimidate. He reached up and felt one of her large breasts. He cupped a hand around it, took a thumb to her nipple, felt his finger over the top of her firmness.
Geffa curled her legs around Randal, her ankles rubbing into his furry back. Her tail hung over the desk and rubbed against his left leg. In the middle of thrusting, Geffa pushed herself off the desk, using a teensy bit of magic to carry her weight. Randal held on to her, fucking the flesh package bound to his body. Geffa motioned him to turn and when her ass was hanging over an armless chair, she settled onto it. Randal rearranged himself and got back to fucking.
She had her legs spread out again, stretching as far as they would go, and when Randal started cumming, her thighs twitched and she joined in. Splooge leaked all over the chair and floor. Geffa didn't react too loudly but Randal moaned into the air.
The dog had to get off his legs for a moment, and he sat down on the floor laying against the desk. Geffa wiped some of the cream off of her groin when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Geffa. In walked Orphis, a myuman-looking man except with blue skin and digitigrade hooves as legs. His claws were longer than usual and he had horns on his head. Opening his mouth showed off his sharp fangs.
He gave Randal a quick look with his glowing eyes then turned to Geffa, ignoring her nudity, "Classroom 204 has been reshaped. It will now fit 40 dogs but we had to expand its floorspace and push into classrooms 205 and 304."
Geffa caught her breath, "That's... Business Practice for Zoomans and Introduction to Lechery." She thought for a moment, "Yes, those classrooms can take the adjustment. They ought to be more compact!"
Orphis gave Randal the side-eye, "Are you enjoying yourself with your... teacher's pet?"
Geffa glanced at Randal, "As the new dean of this college, I need to get acquainted with the students." She paused, "And you're one to talk, Orphis. How many times have you shot your essence into random myumans? Or is it not as shameful if she's had her mind scrubbed out leaving her drooling all over the place and having just dirtied her pants?"
"It's how you establish superiority!" said Orphis. He leaned closer to Geffa and lowered his voice, "You are relating to him like you two are equals..."
Orphis took a look at Randal. A chubby dog. Weird how that was Geffa's ideal mate. Orphis took a look down. The dog had a big cock. Impressive for a (former) myuman. It was flacid but still noteworthy for its size. A scrungy sac laid underneath the shack, resting on the carpet.
"Are you enjoying yourself, dog?" asked Orphis.
Randal nodded, saying nothing. Orphis rolled his pupilless eyes and took his attention to Geffa again.
"Are you still thinking of starting up the theater department?" asked Orphis, "What plays are you going to have your students perform?"
Geffa took a finger to her chin and crossed her legs, "Lion King is a good one. No costumes are needed. On the contrary, have the students strip down. All sex scenes done on stage..." She paused, "Find a handsome young male with an impressive manhood to perform..."
Randal let them have their conversation and his eyes wandered around the room. He looked at the chair beside him. Geffa's panties were hanging on there and there was a graphic on the front. Creeping a hand up the chair leg, onto the seat, and over to the panties, Randal tugged them so the graphic was in better view. On the front there was a roaring dragon. Underneath its face BOSS was written in big letters.
Orphis and Geffa finished their conversation and Orphis left. With the door close, Geffa turned to Randal with a smile. She got off her chair and onto the floor, letting her legs out, inviting Randal with that sizzling gaze. Randal crawled forward over top Geffa's waist and onto her body. He lowered his base down towards her and hinged himself inside her. Geffa wrapped her legs and arms behind Randal.
Randal took two arms behind Geffa's head and began getting her. The way her scales rubbed against his groin was inspiring. It wasn't just his cock inside her moist passageways, everything about the tangle of legs and connection felt good.
Geffa knew how big his cock was but Randal's dick felt even larger inside of her, thicker and deeper. It was such a lovely spank to have his large balls smack her in the taint. She gritted her teeth as Randal drilled pure pleasure into her.
This myuman has a cock like a harpoon, thought Geffa.
It was hard to keep her composure. Her toes twitched and her tail flailed. She looked over at Randal, his snarling mug smack the ground and his drool dripped onto the carpet. It was so gratifying to see her mate with that demeanor. She felt like this dick was going to drill through the diamond in her deepest recesses. Her eyes narrowed slightly and unwillingly she let out a moan.
Maybe if she had let out a moan the pleasure would be less overwhelming but that wasn't so. The moan didn't alleviate that building pleasure in her. This his tall pole within her, poking around and hoisting her like a popsicle stick, every movement made her feel the rod jamming her vaginal ways.
The dick was too good, she thought. She curled her feet and her claws dug deeper into Randal's back. She panicked, because the urge to moan was overcoming her. Her tail curled around the bottom of Randal's butt cheek, her legs jolted in weird directions and as her wings struggled to expand underneath her, she let out a strong and loud moan.
It wouldn't stop. She arched her back and moaned and grunted more; eyes closed and teeth clenched. She wanted the dick so bad. It was inside her, scraping the back of her pleasure core. She needed it there or else she would die!
As she came, she moaned louder, gasping for air. Then she growled. Her eyes got fierce. She some spit leaving her maw, she growled. Her body rocked as she came out her load. She growled and moaned ferociously, like she was screaming to the world how potent her orgasm was.
Raising himself up from the floor, Randal was happy to see Geffa actually expressing an emotion, but also afraid. She gasped and stared at Randal intensely before her expression cooled and she chuckled, "Good doggy!"
"Did you like it?" asked Randal.
For a moment Geffa was prepared to answer honestly, but she remained silent. She took a sharp tongue around her maw and then pushed herself into Randal's face. Began drooly makeouts. They kissed, grunting passionately and letting slobber get everywhere.
Then they were back it. Randal got inside her with a big fleshy baseball bat and started pumping her. Geffa couldn't keep it in. The dick felt so good. For the first dozen pumps she kept herself in check but it felt like she was going to be split in half. She screamed with joy, eyes going stupid, and her tongue hanged out of her mouth. Her wings escaped from underneath her and reached out across the room, the left one folding up against a chair.
Randal saw Geffa bulging her eyes out with pleasure and lost himself. He arched back and barked. He howled. He stretched out his legs and coiled his clawed toes into the floor. Geffa took a hand underneath his ass cheek and they came together; a clash of splooges. Cream poured onto the floor.
Their breath settled and Randal unhinged himself from Geffa. She laid there, an arm outstretched, gasping in pleasure. Randal leaned against a chair.
They cleaned themselves off but when Randal started putting on clothes, Geffa stopped him. She wanted to do it in the college's garden. Should we get dressed, asked Randal. No. Geffa grabbed Randal's hand and the two of them walked out the door, naked as swamp frogs. Geffa lead Randal down the halls.
The halls were mostly empty and didn't seem like they had been changed drastically. It was a quiet afternoon and the only sounds that were heard were gentle murmurs and soft slaps of Randal and Geffa's feet on the floor. Randal and Geffa looked at each other, giggling like idiots. Randal looked at Geffa's perky breasts and got horny. His dick started to rise, bouncing with his energetic steps through the hallways. Geffa saw the bouncing rod and reached out to rub it. Randal bit his lip.
Geffa pushed Randal against a locker and forced Randal's cock within her. She pinned him down and thrusted into him, her feet going up on her toes to rock up and down his body. Her ass clenched with every blow. Randal reached around and grabbed her back, taking a palm over top that smooth ass.
They ravaged each other, sticking their bodies into one another and rubbing. More thrusting into Geffa. More of Geffa loving the feeling of being pried apart by Randal's thick, long member. It was only meant to be a little fling, a little bit of fun, but Geffa was quickly fascinated by Randal's sex.
Deep down I knew he was going to be this good at making love, thought Geffa.
"Oh my god!" Randal and Geffa turned to look at two myumans, one male and one male (likely students), staring at them in disbelief. What were these bizarre creatures in front of them?
The female, glasses with long hair, pointed at them, "M-monsters!"
Geffa wasn't going to let it interupt her sex-having. She pointed her fingers at them, shot a magic beam out of her hand, and they relaxed. Their backs hunched over, the eyes free of concern. Geffa and Randal got back to fucking.
The male stood there with his tongue hanging out, contently. The female sniffed the air and crouched down. She took her claws against the stone floor before falling on her butt. She looked around then looked up at the male myuman and grunted at him. He didn't respond. She got back on her feet and figured it was a good time to use the restroom because strands of wetness appeared on her pants, shooting down her thighs. There was a quiet pattering and drips fell on the floor below. The dripping turned into a spattering with veils of urine falling from her jeans. A puddle formed.
After her evacuation, the female walked up to Geffa, getting plugged by Randal. She approached, leaving a trail of wet behind her. She sniffed at the dragon.
"Leave me alone, brute!" said Geffa between orgasmic gasps.
The two myumans paid their own primitive business while Randal and Geffa climaxed once again and left some of their sex fluids on the floor, a bit of them getting on Geffa's feet. Not having a paper towel on hand, she walked over to the myumans and wiped her foot on the male's sleeve.
The male looked at his sleeve confused.
Geffa grinned at Randal and the two continued down the halls to the garden. It was down the hall, down the stairs to the sub-level, and down another hall. Afternoon sun shone in from the raised windows. Geffa's ebony figure glistened in its light.
"So..." said Randal, keeping a steady pace beside Geffa.
"So..." said Geffa.
Randal cleared his throat, "So... do you actually... like me?"
Geffa sighed and gave Randal a look, "Pet..." she said it in an authoritive tone, "When you were leaving the office, I didn't lustfully peel my panties up my legs because I didn't like you."
Randal scratched his shoulder, "Uh, ok... ok..."
"I've taken a shining to you and some other myumans in town," said Geffa. She gently brushed a hand against the wall, letting her arm bathe in its orange light. She said, "Maybe you are not truly pets. We're not equals, of course. But pet is a little harsh." She took a look over a Randal, "After all, if you were truly an animal, I'd be commiting bestiality!"
Randal chuckled.
"You're some place in between," said Geffa. She gave Randal a mischevous grin, "But to simplify things: you're pets!"
Randal grinned and gave a little bark. Geffa was clearly caught off guard but chuckled to be polite and to distract from the fact that cute little gesture gave her vagina a little jolt of firmness.
The two arrived at the door. Opening it, inside was a dim lab. Randal's eyes adjusted and he could see potted plants everywhere. When he walked inside he realized that the ground was dirt, uneven dirt like anything he could have found outside.
"What is this place?" asked Randal.
"This is the botany classroom," said Geffa, walking in with Randal, feet walking along the dirt floor. She picked up a pot, "We switched up it so it had a more natural air about it." She sniffed the plant, "Real plantlife helps calm students." She turned her feet into the earth floor, "Having warm soil underneath ones feet is relaxing." She put the pot down and smirked at Randal, "It lowers the rate of students soiling themselves."
Geffa looked around and walked up to a desk, one of those stationary ones built into the floor. The floor made have been dirt but the desks were solid in the ground. Geffa hopped her butt up onto the desk and spread her legs apart, inviting Randal to infiltrate her. Randal walked up and slid his bat into her giving a nice SHLCK sound.
Geffa took one hand at the edge of the desk and the other on Randal's shoulder. Randal took his hands to her waist. He drilled in her and she was make to moaning and biting her lip with pleasure. Some drool escaped her. Since she seemed to like it, Randal let his moans be doglike and ruffy.
Another cum and fluids got all over the desk and dripped on the floor. Randal pulled out, gasping in exhaustion. The desk behind him would serve as a decent bed for a moment. He climbed aboard and laid down, exhaling loudly.
He laid there until he heard a smacking sound. Turning over to look, Geffa had her hands between her legs, stroking. She was masturbating. Randal couldn't believe it!
"Are you touching yourself?" asked Randal.
Geffa stopped and patted all over her body; her knees, sides, breasts and shoulders. She brought her hands back down, "Yes, I am touching myself."
"What I meant was," said Randal, "Are you masturbating?"
Geffa stopped again and gave Randal a dreadful look, "Maybe we should send you back to middle school." She started up again, "Yes, I'm masturbating."
Randal chuckled. He got up on his side, holding his head with an arm, "I guess its weird that you masturbate. Why would you do that when you can just have sex? Masturbation is for lonely people."
Geffa raised an eyebrow, "Because my partner for the afternoon needs to take a timeout to refill his juices," she looked down, rubbing slowly, "Masturbation is not for lonely people. It's a healthy and personal activity. It's a form of meditation." She took in a big nose of air, the plant smells delighting her nostrils, "There are advantages to masturbating you can get with regular sexual intercourse."
Randal took a few more minutes to relax and then accepted Geffa's offer to masturbate with her. He pushed himself on the desk beside her, getting a quick look at her sticky, wet hands playing with her perky vag, She rubbed between the lips, poked inside to tickle the sanctuaries, palmed up and down the sex.
"I love to masturbate," said Geffa, "I do it quite a lot." She leaned towards Randal and smiled, "I've done it to the thought of you." She leaned back forward, staring ahead, "I've thought about doing it freely, out in public, but I have an image to maintain, especially now that I am the dean of this institution. I can't be pleasuring myself in public," he gasped and moaned, "even if I want to so bad." She turned over to Randal with a ferocity in her eyes. Teeth bared, she said, "And don't you dare tell anyone this!" She looked down at Randal's half-mast cock and scowled, "What's wrong with you? Start masturbating this incident!"
"About what?" Randal said nervously.
Geffa rolled her eyes, "Anything..." She gave herself a few good rubs, "Isn't there anyone you find disgustingly attractive?"
Randal thought of Brandy, the fat cat girl he had sex with the very first night he became a dog. She was so delightful to touch, to hold. Her soft flesh was like a pillow of affection. Her meows and moans were mating calls. He could imagine her splaying her legs for him to enter.
Randal's jerking was fast and hard. He stared out into space, eyes glazed and drool forming on the outsides of his mouth.
Geffa chuckled, "What's gotten you so excited?"
"Brandy..." said Randal, the word broken up with jostles and short exhales, "The girl I fucked on my first day..."
"Brandy?" said Geffa. She lit up and got a devious look on her face, "You mean that fat cat living with Eustice? She's the one you want?" Geffa looked at Randal cranking it like a oil drill. His expression was blank and he had a dopey smile on his face, "You must really like her then."
Randal cummed all over himself, jizz getting on his hand and lap. It got on the desk and on the floor. Once he was done cleaning up, Geffa was on the floor between desks. She had her ass turned to him, tail up. Randal stood above her and Geffa looked back like she was waiting for him.
Randal climbed on her, positioning himself around her wings. He found her hole and started thrusting inside. Geffa heaved her chest out and moaned, smiling at Randal's heated penetration. Oh, it was too much. She breathed heavily and drooled on the dirt below her. She gripped the dirt below and curled her toes.
Geffa growled and Randal howled when they came. They took a few minutes then Geffa got up against a desk, showing her rear to Randal again. When Randal lifted up her tail, Geffa outstretched her wings like Randal had pulled the lever to extend them. He found her cooch again and began thrusting.
Geffa's shapely ass was a great thing to push his chubby tummy into. Randal took his hand on her smooth thighs and barked with approval! Geffa smiled like an idiot and raised up on her tippy-toes. Randal's dick was inside her again, cleaning out her recesses with strong and powerful penetration.
They splooged everywhere once again. Jizz going down Geffa's legs and onto the floor, although the dirt would absorb their fluids. They sat for a minute to catch their breaths when the phone went off. Geffa groaned and got up to get it. The phone beside the door, she answered.
"Dean Geffa," she said.
"Hey, Geffa?" the voice on the other end was gruff, probably an older male, "Could you come up here for a moment? We got a problem with the stripper."
Geffa sighed, "Can't... anyone deal with it? Anyone else?" She groaned, "I'm in the middle of something here."
"Yeah," said the voice, "You're mating with that chubby dog boy. We know. We can see it on the security cameras."
Geffa rolled her eyes, "I'm coming up. Be right there."
She hung up the phone and exhaled forcefully. Randal got up and followed Geffa out the door, back into the tiled hallways. They went down the hallway, passing by a classroom with an open door. Randal peeked inside and saw a couple animal sitting around an open floor. They wore clothes but were feral animals like any he could see outside– rabbits, beavers, and dogs.
"This place sure has changed..." said Randal.
The made it back up to the main level. Along the way, Geffa and Randal passed by some vending machines. Geffa stopped and walked up to one of them, slapped a hand on its glass and out popped a can of green tea. She took it and handed it to Randal, "Here. Drink."
Randal opened the can with a hiss, "Right." He took a big gulp, not caring about not liking the flavor after how great his afternoon has been with all the having sex. He said, "Aren't you getting anything?"
"I'm perfectly fine, dog," said Geffa, "Come on."
Randal followed Geffa, occasionally taking a drink. He chuckled, "I guess being a sorceress means you don't have to hydrate?"
"Is that what you think I am?" she said, "But you are on the right track. I do not need to hydrate because of my special abilities."
Randal and Geffa made to the eastern wing of the college's first floor, a part of the college Randal wasn't familiar with. Huddled around a classroom door there were a few people. There was a young myumanish boy with glasses, a white-feathered bird lady with a large bosom, a stout wolverine guy smoking a cigarette, and on the floor there was a feral rabbit wearing a sweater and pants.
"So what's the matter?" said Geffa.
There was a panel by the door. The wolverine guy turned to it, dialed in some numbers, and said, "The stripper ain't working."
He walked into the door frame, then out, a few times and nothing happened when it's clear something should have. He held his hand out like he was doing a routine. "Nothing," he said.
Geffa walked up to the panel, reached out a palm and a greyish bolt of light emitted from her hand. The panel beeped like it was rebooting and Geffa pressed in a few number. After a confirming beep, the wolverine's clothes vanished revealing gruff fur, a beer belly, and a thick, hefty cock with two large balls.
The rabbit on the floor stepped into the room and his clothes disappeared too. He put up his hind legs and cheered, "Hey! It works! I'm naked!" The rabbit began waving his butt around.
"It wasn't calibrated," said Geffa.
The wolverine chuckled, "Are you and your friend having fun?"
Randal felt exposed and hid his face behind sips of green tea. It hadn't too long since he was forced to be nude and all the anxiety was coming back. Did people think his belly was too chubby? Did people think he cock was too big? Too saggy? The myuman boy was impressed.
Geffa crossed her arms, "Whatever I do with my students is no concern of yours."
The wolverine looked at Randal's dick and gave out a raspy laugh, "With equipment like that, he should try out for the baseball team!"
"Are we done here?" asked Geffa.
The bird lady pointed a thumb at the myuman guy. Staring deadpan at Geffa, she spoke, "Cat. Feral."
The myuman went wide eyed. Geffa shot a bolt at him and his form vanished to the floor where there was a feral-shaped cat wearing the same clothes he was. The cat looked at himself in shock.
"Ah!" he said, "Y-you turned me into a cat!"
The bird reached down and petting his head forcibly, "Now go inside the room."
The cat looked at the door frame. He looked at the rabbit, prancing around nakedly. He said, "But it'll take away my clothes!"
The bird had no patience for his hesitation. She took a hand behind him and pushed him into the door frame. As he went through, his shirt and pants disappeared although his glasses stared intact. As soon as he realized he was exposed, two paws went to cover up his crotch.
The rabbit laughed and slapped him on the back, "A bit chilly, isn't it?"
The wolverine chuckled and walked out of the room, clothes coming back in a zip. The bird looked down at her embarrassed partner, struggling to hide his crotch from the world.
The rabbit tugged the cat to follow him, "Come on! We got a job to do! Let's go test out that newspaper!"
The others let Geffa continue with her afternoon and she and Randal took off. Geffa gave him a seductive look and his dick angled. The night wasn't over yet, or the afternoon, rather. Geffa wanted to do it on the roof, but when Randal and his dragon lover got to the rooftop exit, Geffa was stopped by a shorter woman in her late-twenties wearing glasses. A professor, Randal assumed.
"D-Dean..." her intimidation with every letter, she was shaking at the presence of Geffa. She rubbed her arm, "It says that the... it says that the semester includes teaching students... to be birds."
Geffa was stone-faced, "Yes?"
The professor was nearly weeping. She said, "Does that mean we're going to g-g-get transformed into-"
Geffa raised a hand. The professor panicked, "Wait, no!"
With a single zap, the professor was a blue macaw standing on the floor. Her clothes had been readjusted to suit her bird form. He looked at herself, saw her blue wings and knew what had just happened. She shrieked!
"You better get used to the form quick, professor," said Geffa, "You have a group of students to lead the way."
The professor looked at herself, whimpering and panicking. She could have broken her neck with how vigorously she was jolting her head around, looking at every body part with disbelief. Her wings, her tailfeathers, her feet... all gone bird!
She then stopped cold, a face full of dread. She wiggled her tailfeathers a little bit and gulped. "I crapped myself," she said.
"Of course you did," said Geffa, "You're a bird. It's what you do."
The professor walked off, awkwardly waddling with her feet in a wide stance. It was like she was doing a dance. Geffa opened the door and they went inside. The stairwell was dark and musky. The concrete steps were cold on their bare feet. Their claws clicked and the echo reverbed up and down the vertical corridor.
They went up the stairs, beams of light shining into the dark hallways. The sounds of pigeons and gulls got louder and they reached the roof. Randal looked up at Geffa. As she climbed the stairs, her ass cheeks clenched and flexed under her tail. Randal began to drool and his dick bobbed as he took each step up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs was a door. When Geffa tried to open it, it didn't. Must have been locked. Geffa put a hand up to the lock and it turned red. Steam came off of it and the smell of burnt toast filled the air. There was a snap, and then Geffa pushed the door open. She held it open for Randal to pass without touching the molten metal.
Outside of the pebbly roof, Randal could see the whole city. As he walked around the bump floor, he looked over Darwinton. Hundreds of houses could be seen. How far did Geffa's influence reach? From up there, every neighborhood looked peaceful and normal under the blue afternoon sky.
Geffa breathed in and stretched, "Isn't it a lovely day for a rut?"
The breeze was cooler up on the roof. The wind passed underneath Geffa's perky vagina and swerved around Randal's large member.
"Where did you want to do it?" asked Randal.
Geffa looked around the floor, "Anywhere is good." She got down on the ground and let out her legs. Her groin was so inviting. A sensual warmness came off of it and the aroma was tantalizing. Randal came down on her, hands out ready to fondle her breasts.
He got inside her and started humping. Geffa kept a poker face for a few seconds but then couldn't keep it anymore. With her vaginal lips being rubbed by a huge meaty pole, she found it hard not to flail her legs around, curl her toes, thrust her crotch in all sorts of directions, slap her tail, scream, laugh, and moan.
Randal couldn't help it either. He drooled, barked, howled and moaned. He clenched his teeth and thrusted hard like he was trying to split the dragon lady in half. When he looked down and saw her- tongue hanging out, big dumb smile on her face, eyes wild with passion- he moaned louder and harder.
This dog gives it to me so good, thought Geffa.
Randal dug into her. He mined her core. He grunted and huffed with his thrusts. He bit his lip and sometimes his tongue. Feeling her flesh press up against his tip was heavenly. He held her groin, rubbing his thumbs against her belly.
Geffa's moans of passion got aggressive. Her joyful yelps turned into tortured sighs. She scowled and growled. A nasty hiss escaped her, tongue jolting out. Her eyes were full of rage. Geffa growled, then roared like she was a simple dumb beast. It was pathetic but felt too pleasurable not to. She forgot about keeping up appearances. Being a slutty beast is what she wanted! She stretched out her legs!
Hold it together you dirty slut, Geffa told herself in her mind. But she couldn't hold it together. The way Randal held, pushed his fat belly into hers, tangled his legs into hers, smacked his balls against her taint, and thrusted like a beast, it was too good.
For second she looked scared. She coughed and a small spit of fire came out. She knew what was coming. She took a hand behind Randal's head and pulled him close that his head was into Geffa's shoulder. Randal didn't know why but didn't struggle.
Geffa heaved up, then let out another large roar. She heaved up again and when she roared a flare came from her maw. Randal could hear the crackle of the flame. He turned took look at Geffa, eyes wide like a beast. She was breathing so hard it brushed against Randal's fur.
Oh darkness, here it comes, thought Geffa. Her eyes bulged out and she shrieked, sending a stream of fire into the air. A pause, then another shriek of fire. Randal kept his head down. The fire warmed his fur. He kept thrusting.
Geffa caught her breath only for the urge to return. Like a dam breaking open, another spray of flame escaped her, shooting up into the sky. Those playing on the fields or watching the college from miles away would see the blaze. There would be rumors of students testing a flamethrower.
It didn't stop. Geffa was overwhelmed again and again and fire escaped her. She screamed like an old world dragon and sprayed her fiery essence into the sky. Her body flailed, giving Randal quite the ride. He held tight, although his thrusting was compromised. Her legs tossed her in wild directions and her wings flapped like hummingbird wings.
Her eyes went feral and she sprayed another beam of fire into the air, the sound shaking the ground. After letting it all out, she collapsed. Randal and Geffa caught their breaths, both of them totally collapsed.
Their crotches and waists were covered with sex fluids and their was a puddle underneath them. Their muscles were sore. Randal could barely turn his head and laid there drooling into Geffa's arm. She didn't mind.
After they found the strength to get up, the two of them got up and left the rooftop. They detoured into a classroom to take a few towels and wipe themselves down. It was Geffa's school, she had every right to waste a few towels.
They wiped themselves off, tossed the towels in the trash can, and went to the cafeteria.
While Geffa quickly regained her composure, Randal was still shaky after the ordeal they had gone through. Still ass-naked, they got themselves some food. The cafeteria staff weren't present but Geffa found some sandwiches and water in the fridge. They sat down at a table and ate quitely.
After a few minutes they were joined by the squad they met earlier. Doggy dishes were put out for the cat and rabbit, who were clothed again. The former myuman seemed more comfortable in his cat form. The wolverine guy and busty bird took opposite sides of Geffa.
"What was going on there?" the wolverine already had a big smile on his face. He knew what was going on.
"You must have had a good time," said the bird, "If the sex was so good he made you flamegasm."
Randal said nothing. Chomped down on a cold cut sandwich, trying so hard to not exhibit any pride.
"Maybe it was," said Geffa, "but regardless," she took a foot to Randal's to get his attention, "if you tell anyone about this I will erase your from existence."
Randal nodded. The message was clear.
Wanting to see a cat girl he met on his first night as a dog, Randal heads over to a stranger's house to meet her. Even after weeks apart, they hit it off like they hadn't missed a night together!
CAT AND DOG BLOWJOBBING EACHOTHER
It had been weeks since Randal had seen Brandy, the fat cat girl he fucked on his first night as a dog. Time had passed but he couldn't stop thinking about her and wanted to see her again. The way she looked into his eyes, the way she held her ass... it was love at first sight.
That morning he grew the courage to ask Geffa where she lived.
Geffa was at the table, reading a newspaper. On the top there was the headline, MOUSE WITH A PET CAT, although Randal didn't get a look at what the article detailed. Geffa sipped her coffee. Pixie was at the stove, frying up a large batch of scrambled eggs (mostly for herself), and Bugsy was sitting on the table, eating a half of a bagel he mooched off of Geffa.
"Uh, hello," said Randal.
Pixie turned around, "Good morning, Randal."
"How ye doing, kid?" said Bugsy.
Geffa said nothing.
"I was just wondering..." Randal's curled his feet inward nervously, his pads squeaking on the tile floor, "do you know that cat girl Brandy?"
"Brandy?" said Geffa, "That overweight cat girl?"
"Yes..." said Randal, not wanting to focus on his crush's weight problem.
Geffa took a loud but curt sip, "She lives with Eustice and her master at 206 Morninggrass. It's across the park."
Bugsy chuckled, "Why? Did you borrow her PlayStation and forgot to hand it back?"
"No," said Randal with a chuckle, "I just want to see her again."
Bugsy smiled wide, setting down the bagel, "Oh, I getcha. You got a thing for her...!"
Randal put his hands in his pockets and looked away shyly, "So what if I do?"
Geffa gave Randal a look but then turned her gaze away and stared out into space.
Bugsy slapped his knee, "Guess you like the fat ones!"
Pixie cleared her throat to get Bugsy's attention. The cat, the master of the house, had a big weight problem of her own. A roll of fat was peeking out of her blue T-shirt. She put down the spatula and walked over to Randal. She leaned in and gave Randal a small peck on his cheek.
"If you are interested in this girl," said Pixie, "my pet should pursue her."
"Right!" said Randal.
"206 Morninggrass," repeated Geffa.
"Try not to show up with a tent on your pants!" said Bugsy.
Pixie chuckled, "Or maybe you should. I have a feeling your cat friend would appreciate it."
Bugsy thought for a second and shrugged. Randal smiled, a hopeful look in his eyes.
It was another morning to take a walk. Randal left the house in high spirits and it seemed like others joined in the fun. Many were out walking that morning. There were the college kids from yesterday, throwing a frisbee around. It seemed like a budgie guy chose that morning to be naked. He ran around with his chunky cock waving in the wind.
A few animal people were running around on all fours, their backs arched up as they tried to run like a real animal. A buff rabbit guy forgoing a shirt ran with a dove girl in a blue jacket and a mini-skirt. As she ran with her butt up, her skirt folded back on her torso, revealing her panties.
"I can see your underwear!" said the rabbit.
The dove girl laughed but said nothing. She was comfortable showing off her panties.
Randal passed by a park bench where two ladies were chatting. Their speech sounded like gibberish but as he got closer he realized his ears weren't deceiving him. The bird lady in a T-shirt and shorts was speaking in tweets and the rabbit lady in a jacket and skirt was speaking in squeaks. They seemed to understand each other even if Randal didn't.
All around the park there was people behaving like animals, scratching up against trees, hanging out on branches. Everyone was freed and Randal felt like this was the start of a new era.
He continued peacefully to 206 Morninggrass.
Brandy and Donna were taking it easy that morning.
They were sleeping in; together in Donna's bedroom. The curtains were closed with one small planes of light entering the warm-colored room. The fat cat girl Brandy and chubby bulldog lady Donna snuggled up together on Donna's (formerly Brandy's) bed, sleeping peacefully. Underneath the sheets, Brandy was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Donna was topless, wearing only a pair of panties. After a long night of fucking, they needed rest.
As they laid there, Brandy's nose wiggled, underneath the bed sheets her left foot twitched, and heard by no one, there was a dripping sound. Around her crotch, her jeans got wet. The wetness spread down her legs as a puddle formed on the sheets below her. Expanding outward. Brandy sighed pleasantly.
The puddle went down between her legs and grew outward her sides, drenching the linens. The puddle creeped up to Donna's legs. At first the bull dog squirmed, but then her eyes blinked and she awoke.
She pulled up the covers and looked underneath. She looked over at Brandy and shoved her.
"Brandy, wake up!"
Brandy moaned, "What is it?"
"You pissed the bed again!" said Donna.
"What?" Brandy sprung up and flipped over the covers. The area was with a wet stain, including going down Brandy's jeans. She groaned, "Oh fuck, not again!"
Donna chuckled and pivoted out of bed, "Maybe you ought to wear diapers to bed!"
Brandy carefully turned her legs out from the bed and got up, urine dripping from her very-plus-sized pants. She looked at the damage, and sighed. Across the bed, Donna went into a drawer and brought out a towel. It looked old and dingy so it was ok to use on the bed. She set the towel down in the pee.
"You're going to need a shower," said Donna, "Get in the washroom and I'll be right there."
Brandy held up her pants with both hands and walked to the corner of the room, and opened the door. She walked into the bathroom.
Donna let the towel soak up the pee while she pulled off the blankets. She looked at them and it seemed like they were untouched by the pee. She tossed off the pillows and brought up the sheets. There was a big stain on the mattress. She got another towel and laid it over. Cleaning product would be needed so she headed out to the kitchen to get some baking soda. Eustice was up so Donna passed word that Brandy wet the bed, then went back into the bedroom.
Donna could hear the shower going. She would deal with that in a second. She walked up to the bed, pulled off the towel and sprinkled on some of the baking powder. That would do. Donna couldn't wait any longer. She nearly ripped off her panties, exposing her supple vagina to the room.
She walked over to the bathroom and inside Brandy was in the shower, already had washed away all the urine from her fur. On the floor was Brandy's clothes, with her peed underwear and pants in a laundry basket they had lying around the bathroom.
"Were you serious about diapers?" said Brandy over the running water, through the shower curtain.
"Maybe," said Donna, "this is the second time it's happened."
Brandy scoffed, "I've been cutting down on accidents these last few weeks and now I got to wear diapers to bed."
Donna opened the curtains and stepped inside, letting her round fatty breasts get covered in water. Her fur dampened under the showerhead. She turned to Brandy. Brandy was matted with water. They smiled at each other.
"It will only be for a little while," said Donna, "And besides... a lot of people in the neighborhood are in diapers."
"Really?" asked Brandy.
Donna leaned forward and gave Brandy a big open mouth kiss. They took each other and held each other close, their large tummies mushing into each other. Their breasts rode one another.
Donna couldn't help it. She started humping in Brandy's direction. Her bare vag smacked against Brandy. It felt so good, Brandy joined in. Still making out they took good hold of each other and humped in each other's direction, their cooches smacking with the wetness of the shower water.
They moaned and Donna howled. They came all over themselves and whatever fluids they released got washed away by the shower. As they came down from their climax, they kissed some more, tongues waggling. Donna grabbed Brandy's massive flabs and Brandy grabbed Donna's plump ass.
Brandy moaned as she expelled one last squirt of orgasm.
Panting, Donna continued, "You know Rex the German Shepherd that lives just over there," Donna didn't gesture in any direction to specific where 'over there' was.
Brandy knew who Rex was. He was this well-built German Shepherd guy that lived in the neighborhood, a few doors away. The first week of being animals, Brandy went over to his house to hang out with him and his roommates. They watched TV for a few minutes before Dot got out some sex toys for the girls to play with. Rex watched Brandy masturbate for a few minutes before he took her upstairs to fuck her on the bed.
"Yeah," said Brandy, "He had a nice big cock!" She grinned, "He wears diapers?"
Donna nodded with a tiny grin, "Yep. The handsome mutt wears diapers all day."
"Does he have bladder problems?" asked Brandy.
Donna leaned back and let some shower water get on her neck, and explained the goings-on in the neighborhood when it came to diapers. Rex started wearing diapers of his own volition. He liked them as a way to go wherever he was. It felt so good to sit down at the table and take a nice pee into his diaper. He was especially fond of taking walks while defecating into himself.
Donna's friend Tweets, a pet bird that was ascended by the neighborhood's transformation, and her master Shanie was turned into a lizard. Being turned into a lizard hurt Shanie's ability to hold it and she got the habit of pissing and shitting her pants. After about a week of Tweets having to clean up after her lizard friend, Shanie was sentenced to diapers and her continence hasn't improved since.
There was Lina and Gourry, a frog and a cat. When they were uplifted and they took over the household and the family that had previously owned them were turned into an assortment of pets, Lina and Gourry decided that they should wear diapers. And so they did. Since being transformed, all four of them (the two parents and their two children) have been wearing and using diapers. None of them have properly used a toilet since.
Brandy scrubbed her belly with some soap and thought about that info dump, "So I wouldn't be the only one around," she looked down at herself and wiggled her butt around, "wearing some pants insurance..."
Donna smacked Brandy's big tummy, "Nope!"
Brandy giggled and held Donna's hand close, "Give me one more chance. If I pee the bed again, then I'll start wearing them to sleep."
Donna chuckled.
"What?" asked Brandy.
"Now I'm thinking of wearing diapers!" said Donna.
"Seriously?" said Brandy.
Donna chuckled and leaned in for more makeouts. Brandy pushed her crotch into Donna's and rubbed it in. She wiggled and swayed so the two vags danced and played together. The bumps rubbed up against each other.
Brandy took one arm behind Donna and reached down to pinch her cooch out. Donna did the same. They danced with their tongues, all the drool being washed away by the shower. They grunted and moaned like idiots and that just made the other more horny. They came once more, their juices mixing into the water and exiting down the drain.
Randal had found 206 Morninggrass. It was a very plain house with only a few flowers in the planters out front and nothing on the neatly cut lawn. The windows were drawn with curtains. The door hadn't a window on it.
It felt like a first date or taking someone to prom. Randal straightened out his shirt, stood up straight, took a deep breath in, and knocked on the door. Was his knock too aggressive? He worried a bad impression had already began.
"Come in!" a lovely voice called.
"Uh..." Randal didn't like the idea of opening a stranger's door and assumed that whoever it was mistaken on who Randal was, "Are you sure?"
"Come in," the voice repeated.
Randal shrugged and opened the door. Stepping into the house, the lobby was a short hall that lead out into what appeared to be a living room. He couldn't see anyone. The wooden floor felt good on his barefeet. The house had a nice floral smell.
"Hello?" called Randal.
"I'm in here," said the voice. It was familiar and Randal knew who it was. Turning the corner, walking around the living room on all fours, it was Eustice the panda. She was dressed in a brown vest over a white shirt and black dress pants except... she was in a feral form. Her arms and legs weren't long and flexible and her face had lost a lot of the myumanoid glow.
Randal couldn't recall the name, "Oh... hi... panda."
The panda, slowly stepping around a couch, chuckled, "It's Eustice, Randal."
"Yes," said Randal with a giggle, "Hi... Eustice." He walked up toward Eustice, weirded out by her feral demeanor, "Is Brandy home?"
"She's in the shower with Donna," said Eustice. She gave a nervous but warm grin with her feral face, "She wet the bed this morning."
"Oh?" said Randal, "That's unfortunate."
The girl that Randal had been pining over the last couple weeks had pissed her bed just moments before he had arrived. There was a faint voice in the pit of his soul telling him that he should be mortified and get out of there, but in his heart he knew he wanted to see her again. He didn't care that she had wet the bed like a toddler.
"I wanted to see her again," said Randal.
Eustice nodded, "Of course. You two got along the other day. She'll be delighted to see you! Please have a seat."
"Great!" said Randal sitting down on the couch.
There was a brief silence. Eustice continued to waddle around the room with her wide bear frame. She took her nose to Randal's pants, "How have you been, child?"
"I've been good now that I can speak again and wear clothes," said Randal.
Eustice took two front paws on the couch to raise herself up to Randal's eye level. She spoke, "I heard!" She leaned in close and whispered, "And I heard that you and Geffa had a long afternoon together."
Randal chuckled nervously, "Uh... but I'm not supposed to talk about that."
Eustice pivoted a hand onto Randal's lap, "You don't have to say anything about it. It's impressive that you were able to pleasure Geffa so well!" She chuckled, "If everyone in the neighborhood knew how much of a stud you were, they'd be coming to your house!"
Randal blushed, "I don't know about that."
Eustice leaned over and rubbed her nose into Randal's chest, "It's nice to know you are getting used to your new form. I don't know what you were like as a myuman, but I like this form quite a bit!"
"Geffa told me that we're being transformed in preparation of something," said Randal.
Eustice looked concerned for a moment, "She did, did she? She was not supposed to. When some other myumans were told of that, it did not go well." She put her warm demeanor back on, "But it is no worry. We're doing everything in our power to ensure Earth will be alright." She leaned closer and her eyes narrowed seductively, "Especially if we have someone like you who defeats demons and braves dangers."
Randal chuckled, "It's been awhile since I've fought any demons or monsters or anything. Lately I've been preoccupied with being a dog. Haven't been called for anything."
"We've got a better grasp of the neighborhood now," said Eustice. She walked in front of Randal, squeazing herself between the couch and the coffee table and then climbed up, stepping around Randal. She giggled and Randal giggled in return, albeit out of nervousness.
"What are you doing?" asked Randal.
Eustice smiled, peering behind feral-fitted glasses, "I'm climbing on you."
"W-why?" asked Randal.
"So I can do this," said Eustice as she fell down on Randal, smushing him under hundreds of pounds of bear, soft but still enough of it to pin him down. He groaned and Eustice gave a hearty chuckle. She wriggled her large mass on top of him.
"You're squishing me!" said Randal.
"Now I can enjoy my dinner," Eustice said with teeth bared.
Randal was anxious but didn't truly fear Eustice was going to hurt him. He pried his arms out from underneath her and reached to her sides to rub her through her shirt. She rumbled with pleasure. Randal said, "Don't you want a massage, though?"
"Looks like these too are getting up to something," said a voice.
Randal and Eustice looked towards the hallway. There stood Donna and Brandy. Donna had her arms crossed and had a smug look. Brandy looked shy.
Eustice carefully climbed off of Randal, "Oh, I was just entertaining the houseguest while you were fixing up."
Eustice got out of their way so that Donna and Brandy could see who Eustice was smushing. It was Randal, the mastiff they had met a few weeks ago. Even if there was time between their visits and so much had happened to both of them since then, they still recognized the charming dog.
Donna grinned and Brandy, who usually kept her head low, brought it up and smiled brightly. It was Randal, the dog boy that gave her it so good the first night as animals. She couldn't help but dash her fat ass over to the couch.
"Randal!" she said, "It's you!"
Brandy and Donna had put on some clothes. Brandy was wearing a white T-shirt that blended in with her white fur and a pair of soft olive pants. Barefoot of course. A pinch of her fat peeked out under her shirt but it rode over her flabs of fat. Donna was wearing a tube top that allowed the top of her round breasts to enjoy the room. Her black capris fit around her round curves nicely. Also barefoot.
Randal grinned humbly, "Hello." After Eustice was off of him he got up and walked up to Brandy. Donna took a step in front of him, "Did you introduce yourself to Eustice?"
Randal gave a funny look, "What?"
Donna tapped her nose. Randal knew what she meant, "Oh."
When Randal turned to Eustice, she had turned myumanoid. She was tall again, and large. Her myumanoid shape gave her such a large bosom. Eustice giggled as Randal leaned down and sniffed at her crotch. Her scent was so motherly and romantic.
"Now me and Brandy," said Donna.
Randal walked over and crouched down to sniff at Donna's crotch. She smelled wild and passionate. Randal got up to walk over to Brandy but Donna nabbed him for a second to lean down herself and give his crotch a sniff. She breathed hard into her black nose and looked up at Randal with a grin, "Smells like someone who could impregnate every girl in this room."
Randal blushed and walked over to Brandy. Brandy giggled as Randal gently leaned down and gave her crotch a sniff. It didn't have much of a smell but Randal didn't mind sniffing at a girl he was really into.
"There we go," said Donna.
"Sorry for taking so long," said Brandy. She gave a quaint look at Randal, "I wet the bed this morning." She strokes some hair back, and tried to grin, "Like a baby."
"I heard," said Randal, "I won't hold it against you. We all have accidents."
Brandy looked at Randal dreamingly. She reached out to take his hand and stroke it gently, "You fucked me real good the other day."
Randal grinned, "Thank you. I loved it too."
"In fact, I wanted to thank you," Brandy shifted closer to Randal, "If you want, I could suck your dick."
Randal went stiff, both all over his body and in his pants. A bulge hit the front of his jeans and stood out like a speedbump. The others in the room could practically hear his lifeforce pumping through his shaft. Randal had a pervy look in his eye. His mouth wavered and bent with his tongue hanging out.
"Suck my, uh, dick? Randal said dumbly.
"Brandy must really like you," said Donna, walking up beside Randal and giving his a little ribbing, "if she's offering you such a special treat."
"Yeah," said Brandy, looking a little nervous but excited. She folded her hair back, "I want to suck your dick."
Randal looked around, "Right now?"
Brandy nodded then motioned over Randal's shoulder at the couch, "Yeah, how about you sit down and we can get started."
Randal looked behind him and went back to the couch. Using her impressive strength, Eustice picked up the coffee table and put it to the side. There was plenty of room in front of the couch. Randal sat down and Brandy stood before him.
Brandy tried to fake confidence but she had no idea what she was doing. Her gestures were fumbly and she couldn't decide how to start this. Donna rolled her eyes and walked over, arms crossed over her round bosom. She reached out an arm to give Brandy a reassuring brush on her shoulder.
Donna turned to Randal, "Kid, unzip your pants and let out that big cock of yours!"
Randal bite his lip with anticipation and reached down to his drawers. He unzipped and flipped over his fly, then grabbed his dick and let it out in the room. It was already pretty stiff, towering at a good 9 inches or so. It was thick and had a moderate complexion. Two lightly furred balls were at the base of it.
Donna let out a loud laugh, "You got your work cut out for you, Brandy!"
Eustice put a hand to her cheek, "It's so nice and large!"
Brandy licked her lips and got down on her knees. She hovered her face towards the shaft and bumped it with her nose. She took the baseball bat and licked it down the ventral. Randal's toes twisted and his arms snapped together in overwhelming pleasure. He let out some dog whimpers.
Brandy pulled herself up onto Randal's lap and took her mouth to Randal's cock. The first kiss was breathy and slow with her tongue sliding down the tip of the dick. She exhaled through her nose as her lips wrapped around the shaft. Randal had a big goofy grin on his face as he leaned back and stretched out his legs.
The big hard rod felt so good on Brandy's tongue, lips and cheeks. She macked on it, chowing down like it was a steak dinner. She could feel the cock get harder and thicker in her fingers. She was so hungry. She couldn't resist.
She lounged forward and took the dick deep into her throat. No throat is prepared for that much meat but she keep it jammed in her mouth for a few second before pulling back. She coughed.
Eustice gasped while Donna cheered and clapped, "What a sport, eh dog?"
Randal, drooling on himself at critical rate, couldn't respond. He was nearly comatose with pleasure.
Brandy got her breath back and let the throbbing her throat settle then she was back to making out with Randal's rod. She licked it, kissed it, and took it in her mouth, rubbing her lips up and down the shaft.
Randal went cross-eyed and took a big bite of his own lip. He gripped the couch, his claws digging into the fabric.
Brandy's face played with Randal's dick. She swung it all around, smacking it with her lips and tongue. She wanted to lick every part of it. Drool doused it. Between licks and nosings, Brandy closed her mouth on it and actually sucked. It was the sort of thing that made Randal bark uncontrollably.
Brandy kept at it. She played with the cock, used it like a toothbrush, dragged her nose across it taking in its scent. What a cock! She sucked it more, letting her lips massage it. She took a look up at Randal but his eyes were all over the place, the happy mutt so enchanted by the blow job that he seemed to have regressed into his own mind.
"Oh my, Brandy!" said Eustice, "You must have been wanting to do this for awhile!" She took a hand to her mouth and chuckled.
Donna walked up and gave a playful poke with her clawed feet into Brandy's flabby sides, "No wonder you eat so much! It's all because you wanted to eat this dog's cock!"
Brandy could feel pre-cum seep from Randal's tip. It was the moment. She took her lips around it and sucked hard. Randal couldn't hold it anymore. He leaned his head back and howled. Cum flew out of his cock and filled Brandy's mouth. She swallowed.
She drank his semen. It was like milk to her. She guzzled down every spurt and when that one was gone it was waiting for the next. It was delicious! She took her hands to Randal's waist, reaching under his shirt to rub his own chub. That made the cum come out hard and faster. Brandy had to suck it down to keep up!
A few more spurts and Randal was spent. Brandy gave a courtesy suck then dropped the cock from her mouth, falling back and catching her breath. Randal collapsed in exhaustion, breathing heavily.
Donna laughed and slapped a hand on the back of Brandy's back as she wiped her mouth. Donna said, "Better check the dog's drawers to make sure he didn't shit himself!"
Eustice took a sniff in the air, "Nope. He didn't!"
Randal zipped back up and put his cock away. Donna huffed, "Kid, you're going to be here for a little while, so instead of zipping your pants back up, why don't you take them off completely?"
Randal obeyed and got up, unzipping his pants and dropping them to the ground. He kicked them off, standing plainly with his wet cock hanging down.
Donna looked down at Brandy then back up at Randal, "Why don't you return the favor, Randal?"
Randal blinked, "You mean, me suck her?" He looked Brandy up and down, "Where?"
"In her vagina, you pup," said Donna.
"Uh..." said Randal. Randal looked down at Brandy. Brandy looked up at him with a slight smile, "Do you want to?"
Randal smiled toothily, "Yeah! Your turn!"
Brandy stood up and unzipped her pants. She lowered them and let them drop to the floor, kicking them to the side. Her big ass was out in the open and her perky vagina was hiding underneath her sack of belly fat.
Randal stepped away from the couch to let Brandy sit down. She sat down on the couch, her large weight folding the cushions, and she spread her legs out. Randal gripped the front of the couch and got down on his knees. When he stared at Brandy's fuzzy vagina, an erection came over him.
Donna leaned down beside Randal and whispered into his ear, "Feast!"
Randal took Brandy's fatty thighs and went in. He took a big wide lick on the pussy. Brandy twitched and squeaked. He puckered his lips and kissed the pussy. He went in again for a few more licks and brushed the vaginal lips with the front of his teeth. He sniffed at the heavenspot.
Brandy was scrunching her face so hard that it could have collapsed in on itself. She stretched out her legs further, bringing them up on the couch and laying them down the seats in both directions, her right foot hanging over the couch edge and the other up against the couch's arm, it's soft bottom rubbing against the fabric.
Randal dug in! He took large mouths of the vagina and Brandy started to seep. Her ooze crept out of her vagina and all over itself. Randal lapped it up like ambrosia, getting his nose wet. Underneath he was rock hard, his cock long and extended with pre-cum spritzing out of him.
He dug his nose into Brandy's cooch and she squealed with delight, gripping the back of the couch and her legs rocking everywhere with toes curling. Some of the claws on the left foot scratched against the arm.
Donna pulled up one of the stray lounging chairs in the room and took a seat, crossing her legs and letting her bare feet tangle with each other. She watched with an expression of only minor interest. Eustice walked up and took two hands to the couch, looking over the back to see what Brandy and Randal were doing.
Randal got vicious and began growling as he ate into Brandy's sex. Brandy jostled and flailed as Randal went down on her. She whipped her legs back at an upward angle and reached back to hang on the couch. Cum and and slobber spat out from their interaction, getting all over the couch, Randal's maw, and Brandy's thighs.
Brandy moaned hard. Her face crunched and she let out a strained moan as her climax arrived. Juices exploded from her sex, getting all over Randal's face. Randal took her thighs, claws digging into her soft flesh, and wolfed her down like a pile of lasagna! He feasted like he hadn't eaten in days.
Brandy might have been too fat to appear flexible but her legs ascended beside her like a V. She moaned and meowed. It hurt to cum that hard but it felt so good. She riveted her body and arched out with orgasm. She practically sprayed Randal with her next cum! She flailed up, screaming with climatic pressure!
She took two hands to Randal's head as her orgasm slowed down but he kept on eating. Brandy exhaled like a goddess as Randal macked on her cooch. Underneath Randal's cock was poking the bottom of the couch and drawing jizz doodles on it.
Brandy fell back and relaxed. Randal wiped his mouth and hoisted himself up on the couch, sitting beside Brandy with his sticky cock hanging in the air.
Donna clapped her furry hands, "That's how you do it, Randal. That's how you suck a girl off." She leaned up to look at Brandy's base, "Wondering if Brandy browned all over the couch after that..."
Eustice looked down behind Brandy's ass, "Nope, she didn't." She chuckled, "But I got pretty close after watching that!"
Donna watched Brandy and Randal. Brandy reached a shaky hand over to Randal's erect cock and rubbed some fingers down its shaft. Randal had a laid back look in his eyes, watching Brandy touch and frisk his massive pole. There was an energy between them, something deeper than sexual attraction that needed encouragement.
"Eustice," said Donna as she looked over at the panda, "How about we head out for the afternoon? Let these two kids..." she looked at the two, their feet intertwining with each other, a loving gaze between them, "... have the house to themselves."
Brandy and Randal smiled at Donna.
Eustice leaned up from the couch, "Why, of course!" She walked toward the lobby, her big barefeet making audible stomps on the carpeted floor. Donna got up and walked to the lobby with her. Donna got her purse from the counter in the kitchen and walked towards the door.
Donna and Eustice walked out together.
"Truthfully, I could have stayed and watched," said Eustice, "seeing those two enjoy themselves was very pleasurable."
"Yeah, I can smell all the honey you unleashed into your panties, Eustice," said Donna.
Eustice blushed and giggled nervously, "It is quite a mess down there."
Donna took a hand over Eustice's shoulder, "You're not the only one. My panties are slimed."
Randal the dog and Brandy the fat cat start their afternoon by fucking all over the house. It's been so many weeks since they saw each other and they need to take a time out to connect and weigh their lives in this new zooman world.
MATING LIKE CATS AND DOGS
Randal and Brandy were alone in Donna's (formerly Brandy's) house. Both of their pants and underwear were in bundles on the floor. They sat barebottom on the couch. Brandy, the fat white cat, her agitated vagina rested on the couch's fabric. The mastiff Randal, after eating Brandy out, was very erect.
Randal knew what was going to happen. He stood up, cock hanging out forward. He reached up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. Brandy got up. She took of her shirt, discarding it. She reached round back and undid her bra. Her large flabby breasts came out.
Brandy and Randal looked at each other dreamingly. Brandy gave out a quiet meow. Randal let out a quick bark. They saw each other as animals. They knew each other as animals.
Brandy stepped forward and leaned in to kiss Randal. They kissed passionately, their mouth interlocking, before they began grunting and they drooled into each other. Their hands went around each other and they got sloppy all over the place.
The cat got down on the couch and laid down across the cushions. Randal climbed on top and when she wrapped her legs around him, he entered her. She was paralyzed for a second, having such a large thick cock penetrate her. It dug all the way to the back, poking her innermost quarters and defiling them delightfully.
Randal thrusted quick and Brandy was taken for a ride. He jammed her, the big cock making a commotion in her vagina. It barged around the place, smacking into the walls. Brandy smiled wide and droolily as her toes curled and claws extended. Her gaze was miles away, lost in orgasmic pleasure as her dog mate drilled her.
Randal breathed heavily and had his hands down around Brandy's face. He groaned hard and jabbed into Brandy's center. His legs were over the armrest, feet dangling over the edge. Brandy's belly of fat rocked back and forth with Randal's rams. His large dick slid and out of her vagina, rubbing the sides with its meaty mass. Warm friction on the inside of those lips.
Brandy's gaze went wild and she smiled wide with drool rolling down her cheeks and her sharp teeth on display. She intermixed her idiotic giggling with moans of pleasure when she came. Honey seeped from her sex, oozing over Randal's jackhammer cock and dripping on the couch. She squirted again... and again! It emitted from her like lava.
After she was done, they changed positions. The couch was rather narrow so they got on the ground. Brandy presented herself. Her big tailless ass facing at Randal, vagina in view; still wet from the cum she just evacuated. How could Randal resist doggy style?
He got down on her, putting his arms to her sides. His carriage nestled into the folds on her back. Gripping the carpet below, he thrusted. Like a machine, he thrusted. Brandy's vagina was target for sturdy pumping action from Randal's titanic rod. It stretched out her vaginal lips to the sides, demanding room and shoving the frame of her sex to make some.
Brandy whimpered with joy! Randal couldn't stop a big dumb open smile on his face, tongue hanging out and drool flowing from his mouth. It dripped and splattered into Brandy's black hair and snout. Brandy felt it drip all over her and felt the urge. She let it flow. Drool oozed from her mouth and tongue and rained on the floor.
Randal rested his head down on Brandy's. Brandy looked up, Randal looked down. They stared at each other, their faces full of sexual energy and their drool dancing with each other's. Their breathing got louder and their eyes went in all sorts of directions as Randal barked like crazy and Brandy let out strained meows! Fluids burst from where their genitals connected and got all over Brandy's legs.
Pump, pump, pump. They moaned and grunted. Their animal noises filled the room and can be heard outside by neighbors. Randal thrusted as hard as he could go and Brandy hoped he'd hit her inner sanctum. Randal sawed her like a log. Brandy gripped the ground and popped her feet up.
They collapsed, Brandy resting on her large belly of fat and Randal resting on Brandy. They gathered their breath, then got up. Brandy took Randal's hand and brought her across the kitchen into the hall. She opened a door and led Randal into a dark room with dingy curtains covering the windows. On the floor was a matress with some sheets. There were a few shelves and a couple cardboard boxes in the corner. In another corner, some clothes were stacked up on the floor. It was Brandy's bedroom; the one that was given to her after Donna took over the house.
Brandy brought Randal over to the bed. She took off the blankets and got down, laying on her back up at Randal. She folded her legs up. Randal got down and inserted himself into her, the feeling of warm, wet embrace coming over his cock. He bit his lip and Brandy closed her eyes in ecstasy. As he thrusted, he looked at her smiling and loving his infiltration.
After a cum, they switched positions, with Randal laying down on top of Brandy's flabby mass and Brandy wrapping her legs around him. More thrusting. More cum. They sprayed the bedsheets were their juices.
Brandy's had her fun in her room. She wanted to cum in another. She got up and brought Randal out into the halls. One door down and it was another bedroom, the one that Brandy had slept in earlier that morning. It was an unextravagent room and that was partly because Brandy never put much into decoration before handing it over to her new master Donna, who proceeded to barely furnish it.
The blankets were already on the floor. There was powder on the mattress, one that helped the yellow stain that Brandy made that morning but didn't remove it completely. Someone would have to clean it thoroughly to get rid of the stain.
Randal looked at the stain, then up at Brandy. Brandy grinned and pointed to herself, "Bedwetter."
Randal giggled and walked up to Brandy. He reached around her to pull her close and take two hands on her luscious ass. They made out, tongue flailing and drool leaking. They huffed and grunted as they made out like cavepeople. Brandy grabbed Randal's ass and his cock went up, smacking her thigh.
She sat down, pushing the powder away from her. She spread her legs out like a wide V. Randal took her legs and held them out. In for another round, his cock slid in like a missile in the chamber. Brandy's toes wiggled and she bit her lip, giving an idiotic smile. Randal rammed her, her fatty body jiggling with his hits.
They did that position for a bit, and then switched so Brandy was leaned over the bed with her ass sticking out so Randal could get her from behind. Brandy laid down on the bed, looking back and up at her canine lover. What a stud. She rolled on her fat as Randal rocked her, two hands on her huge ass.
They came and cum drizzled down Brandy's legs onto the floor. Brandy crawled on the bed and Randal gave it to her like on the couch, her legs up around him. They spurt again. Brandy stretched out her legs. They jizzed a third time. A few more positions around the bed: sometimes with Brandy raising her flabby legs, sometimes with Randal getting her from behind. Again and again they came.
They took a break to breath. They laid on bed, catching their breath. Beneath them the mattress was stained with her ejaculate. There were blotches of wet all over the bed. Maybe Donna wouldn't appreciate them having so many orgasms on her bed, thought Brandy, especially after Brandy peed on it earlier that day.
They laid there for a bit, relaxing. After all the orgasming they had done, they needed a serious breather. Brandy wrestled her eyes open for a second and took a look at the clock. It was almost noon.
"Shit," said Brandy, "didn't realize it was close to lunch."
"What did you have in mind?" asked Randal.
Brandy slapped her belly, "Eating like a fat fucking slob." She chuckled and leaned upward, "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, a little," he tapped her thigh and looked down at her matted vag, "Although I had a lot to eat already this morning."
Brandy swung out of bed and Randal followed. The two walked out of the bedroom.
Both of them stood out in the hallway and walked to the kitchen. There clothes were still in the living room, lying on the floor like two people got turned into mice and ran away. While Brandy walked over to the drawers to get out some pans, Randal walked towards the living room and grazed a hand along a chair.
"Should we keep our clothes off?" said Randal.
"Yep," she put a pan on the counter and smacked the front of her cooch, "Cooking's better with your vagina out in the open."
Randal chuckled. He looked down at Brandy's bundle of clothes. Her pink panties were sitting at the top. He took a couple toes to the panties and flipped them around. There was a graphic on the front: it was a picture of a prissy cat, leering at Randal. Underneath words were written: LITTLE PRINCESS. Oh that is sexy, thought Randal.
"So..." said Randal as he returned to the kitchen, "Are you going back to school when classes start up?"
"Yeah," said Brandy, "But I wasn't going there before. I had a job at an insurance agency." She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I don't care as long as I don't have to pay rent." She then thought of something, "By the way, are you thirsty?" She walked over the fridge and opened it up. Taking two bottles of water, she closed it. With Randal standing across her counter, she slid one of the bottles across to Randal. Randal barely catched it, "Thanks."
Brandy chuckled, "We got to hydrate after an event like that."
Randal opened it up and took a big gulp. Smacking his lips upon completion he asked, "How old are you then?"
"22," Brandy said and Randal replied, "19."
Randal walked around the counter to help Brandy put stuff together. He reached in the fridge and got the carton of eggs and the package of bacon for Brandy. After slicing on some butter, she cracked a few eggs into the pan. With her claws it was a little hard but she picked out the tiny bits of shell she let fall in.
"Do you mind scrambled eggs?" asked Brandy.
"No," Randal replied daintily. He leaned up with his butt against the counter's edge, facing Brandy's back and she took a spatula to the eggs. He rubbed a foot up against the cupboard behind his legs, "So... did they put you back in classes?" Randal wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he said 'they' but it sounded like the right word.
"Yep," said Brandy, "Between Donna telling me I had to and me not wanting to face the wrath of all the... commanding animals in the neighborhood," Randal assumed she meant people like Geffa, "might as well go back to school!" She chuckled, "I'm guessing this time around it's going to be more fun."
Randal walked up beside Brandy, his dick in front of him pressing up against the cupboard, "I'd say! I..." then Randal remembered not to mention the afternoon he fucked Geffa around Barksville Community College. He cleared his throat, "Seems like things will get pretty wild."
Brandy swayed a hip in Randal's direction, "So how's it been being a dog? Is your master forcing you to be nude anymore?"
Randal gave her the 411 on what had happened to him over the last couple weeks. After the night they spent together, more roommates came home and they too were transformed and prohibited in many ways. They were stripped and disallowed to speak or even read. The restrictions got so bad that Randal snapped and growled at his master Pixie's face.
Brandy snerked, "Oh god, and you weren't put down? If I did that to Donna, she would erase my brain!"
Randal was nearly punished, and severely, but his raccoon friend Bugsy went to his defense and convinced Pixie and Geffa (one of the overlords overlooking the pet neighborhood who influences a lot of Pixie's decisions) to lay back the punishments. Bugsy who had shown only maliciousness towards Randal and his roommates since the event began had a change of heart.
"Surprised she didn't make you pee your pants," said Brandy putting some eggs on a plate for Randal.
"Later on she gave me a belly rub so good that I totally toileted myself," said Randal.
Brandy snerked, "Why did you do that?"
"I was hypnotized by it," said Randal, picking up a fork and walking over to the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled up a stool and sat his naked furry ass down. Speaking over his shoulder, he continued, "When I came out of it, I had a load of shit in my underwear and I peed all over the place."
Brandy took some egg of the plate and ate a forkful. She put the bacon on the pan, it hitting the surface with a tense sizzle. Brandy spoke, "What did Pixie do about it?"
Randal chuckled lowly, "She took me into her room, cleaned me up, then fucked me."
Randal had gotten fucked a lot over the last few weeks. He fucked his roommates a lot but even out in the park, he'd fuck a lot of strangers. If a girl had her legs spread out for him, he'd give her the hump! He loved the pussy and he had gotten so much of it but still didn't get sick of it.
It was heavenly, and through the terror of being a pet to someone and unable to even speak or wear clothes, the sex was always great. Now that his troubles were over, he felt himself warming up to being a zooman for the time being.
Randal finished up his eggs, his big schlong hanging over the edge of the seat. He put the fork down, "At my place, Pixie forces us to eat out of dog bowls off of the floor."
"Really?" said Brandy.
"Yeah," he looked at his fork, "honestly, I don't miss eating at a table." He leaned down and ate the eggs with his mouth. Brandy looked and giggled. She took her plate over to the counter, sat down beside Randal, and ate her eggs with her mouth too. There was smacking and snarling sounds. It was messy.
They tried not to laugh but it was ridiculous. Their song was snarling, chomping and chuckling. Behind them the bacon was sizzling.
They finished up the egg and licked their lips, chuckling when they looked at each other. Brandy got up and went back to the stove to check up on that bacon. Another plate came out and a paper towel was fetched from the corner of the counter to line the plate for the bacon.
Brandy gave Randal her up-to-date. Firstly, the night that they met where she had crapped her pants after seeing a fearsome lion, that was a lie. She crapped her pants the same reason everyone else was soiling themselves: she had just been turned into a cat and was scared as fuck. She put the blame on the lion because she was embarrassed. After Randal did her and she, Donna and Eustice went home, she peed her pants too. She was just standing around the kitchen listening to Donna and Eustice debate their sleeping arrangements when her bladder decided to let go, unleashing urine into Brandy's pants and onto the floor.
Although she felt insecure with her weight issue, on the second night of being a cat, Donna brought her over to a neighbor's house. Whoever owned the house before, it now belonged to a gentlemanly parrot named Squawky. Squawky invited several other masters to his house and along came several new pets with them. It wasn't long that the get together turned into an orgy and no one seemed to mind Brandy's weight. She was getting fucked just like everybody else! She wasn't the only fat one there, either.
Since then, she's been mostly hanging out at people's houses. Like Randal, she's been fucking a lot and the fucking has been great. So many guys around wanted to shove their dick into her and she was living for it. She got a little practice in sucking dicks with some other guys but when she had meet Randal again, she wanted it to be special.
And now he was here. Randal and her were together again.
Brandy flopped the bacon on the towel to suck away some of the grease. She turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, spatula still in hand, "Cat life has been good to me. I have hot sex all the time and only occasionally pee myself. Compared to most people, apparently, I'm fairly continent!"
Randal pivoted around his seat to face Brandy, "I'm doing good myself but I've with the supernatural before so I have practice in. Being transformed- the whole neighborhood being transformed wasn't so shocking to me."
Brandy patted down the bacon and brought the plate over to the table. She gave Randal a few strips then gave the rest to her own plate. She sat down and the two chowed down again. Bacon wasn't so easy to pick up with cat and dog snouts but they didn't mind being sloppy. The bacon went down quickly, anyway.
Perhaps too quickly.
"I'm still hungry after that," said Brandy. She looked down and slapped her flabby belly, "And not just because I got the appetite of someone over 300 pounds."
"Yeah, it wasn't a whole lot," said Randal, "What else you got?"
Brandy got up and walked over to the fridge. Inside she saw a package of cake. She careful took the cardboard bottom with both hands and shut the fridge with her foot. She brought it over to the counter and set it in front of Randal. It was already sliced and a few slices fell out of the plastic wrap.
"We're going to eat this whole thing?" asked Randal.
Brandy gave him a look, motioning down to her fatty figure, "Would that really be shocking?" She picked up some slices and tossed them on Randal's plate, "No, we are not going to eat all of it." She took a few more slices for herself, "Although maybe I should try. I hate to inform you but... I've been losing weight."
Randal gestured a hand on his mouth in shock, "Oh no...!"
Brandy smiled and nodded as she took a seat, "Yep. Lost three pounds over the last couple weeks."
The two gobbled up the cake, snarling and snarfing like animals. Their vision blurred as they embraced the animalistic urge to eat like wild beasts. The cake, which was some kind of fruit cake with vanilla icing, was gone in a matter of seconds... for both eaters.
Brandy licked her lips and Randal burped, not thinking it was appropriate to say excuse me after devouring his food like a wolverine.
"So you..." said Randal, dangling a leg off of his stool, "You... fuck Donna?"
Brandy nodded, "And Eustice too when she allows it. I'm bisexual."
"Oh..." Randal gave a dorky smile, "Cool."
"I don't remember having lesbian feelings when I was a myuman," said Brandy, "But the first night of being a cat, Donna gave me looks that got me sultry in the pants!"
"Turning into a cat made you bisexual!" said Randal, saying it kind of like a question but not really.
Brandy shrugged, "Turning into an animal made everyone hornier. I could have always used a good lay but I don't think I would be getting rutted 80 times a week if my transformation didn't charge my libido."
"Come to think of it," said Randal, "I can't say I see a lot of women I wouldn't have sex with." He rubbed his feet together, "Everyone is just so sexy!"
"Compatibility is way up," said Brandy, "tepid neighbors are now bedmates. Apathetic acquaintances are now rutting partners." She took a hand to Randal's lap, "And how are you and your roommates?"
Randal looked despondent. He took a drink of water then said, "For weeks we were fucking like crazy. Once we were back to talking and wearing clothes, me and Elizabeth... something's weird between us now. Now that we're back to behaving like myumans, I feel ashamed when I look at her."
"You went through how many weeks of being treated like beasts," said Brandy, "It might take some time before you're ready to reconnect." She rubbed Randal's leg, "How about your master? The cat?" She grinned mischievously, "You fucking her?"
"Not as much as you and your master," Randal waited for Brandy's chuckle then continued, "She's great in the sheets. Geffa..." Randal thought for a second. How to lie convincingly he asked himself. He said, "She would never have sex with a lowly pet like me. Then there's Bugsy..."
"What about him?" asked Brandy.
Randal explained that Bugsy was his first connection to the supernatural world. Bugsy was the one that found Randal and enlisted him. Brandy wanted to hear a tale from Randal about his work before the neighborhood was turned into animals.
Although called a 'demon fighter', Randal never fought any demons head on, for reasons that were obvious. He was more of a demon trapper. When Darwinton had a renegade demon on the loose, Bugsy went to Randal to deal with. Randal, reluctantly, agreed. He picked up some equipment at a run-down apartment building close to the college and headed to the hilly part of town.
The destination was manor on the side of the hill, surrounded by trees. It didn't look suspect walking up to it, but once Bugsy broke inside, things seemed weird. There were candles lit everywhere. Randal heard voices but Bugsy pressured him to push on.
Running around the halls were two myumans: a man and a woman. They were grunting and howling at each other and both of them had a big wet spot on their pants. It was the first time Randal had encountered primalized myumans. Randal ignored it and ran into an 8 foot demon with four eyes, multiple horns, and a heavy build. Randal became the third myuman in the house to have peed their pants. The demon teased him about it.
The demon had Bugsy and Randal sit down while he figured out what to do with them in which Randal was so scared that he shit his pants too. The demon teased him about it too. Bugsy distracted the demon so that Randal could use the trap on him and capture him but Randal took the opportunity to run out of there.
Bugsy caught up with Randal and threatened to turn him into a rabbit if he didn't cooperate. Randal recomposed himself and snuck back into the manor. They made a pit stop at the bedroom to find some clean clothes for Randal, then they used the dumbed down myumans as a ploy into setting up the trap. The demon was caught in the snare device and the mission was complete.
"So yeah," said Randal, "got a lot of scare practice trying to capture demons like rabbits. That's why being transformed into a dog wasn't so bad although it was just as humiliating."
Brandy looked at Randal with desirable eyes, "What a brave demon slayer you are!" She looked down at Randal's big shaft hanging off the edge of the stool. Underneath there were two round balls resting still. She reached down and folded a hand under the sac. Randal got a goofy grin when Brandy touched him. Brandy looked up, "No wonder you have such large testicles. Your bravery made you endowed." She leaned down and nuzzled against Randal's shaft, "But if it were me, I would have wore adult diapers."
Randal snerked and cupped his toes on one of the stool's bars. When Brandy kissed the tip of his cock, Randal fumbled on his stool and reached for the counter for stability. Brandy got up and chuckled, "This isn't the best place for doing the monkey." She motioned over to one of the chairs, "Let's go over there."
Randal tried to not hop off his chair in glee. He was getting another blowjob but he didn't want to seem so horny. The chair came to him like a bolt of lightning though. He sat down and his long thick cock was already at half-mast. Brandy approached and got on her knees. She picked up the massive breedrod and leaned her head into it.
Her sucks and macks were slow and passionate. She loved rubbing her lips and tongue on Randal's thick shaft. The texture of his skin was wonderfully soft with the firm flesh underneath to hold it up. The smell was lusty and powerful.
Randal smiled down on her, aroused of course, but his expression was not one of orgasmic ecstasty but one of admiration. He looked down at Brandy with his heart beating for hers. She looked like an angel sucking his dick. He reached down and caressed her hair, his hand flowing through her locks.
Brandy purred. Randal rubbed a foot against her knee, "I've missed you these last few weeks."
Brandy kept sucking, giving Randal an understanding look upward. She took the dick deeper for a stroke or two, then slid it down her mouth and continued some standard but pleasurable oral pleasure. She took a hand underneath Randal testicles and held them gently.
Randal felt it coming on so he leaned back and let it out. He came. He came right into Brandy's mouth and she drank the jizz down like a siren. She closed her eyes and let it flow inside her; the dog's rich loveseed deluging into her. She sucked and couldn't get enough of the taste. She took another hand to Randal's thigh and macked on his dick for more of his delicious cum.
She took the final drank and pulled out. Licking her lips, she said, "Tasty..."
Randal looked down and smiled, "You're really good at that."
Brandy got up and walked back over to the table, the cake still left out. She couldn't be bothered with putting it away. She faced her butt to the table and hoisted herself up. With her ass planted on the surface, she brought up her legs and stretched them out along the edge of the table.
Randal approached and got a good look of that glistening vagina. He took a few fingers to it, rubbing down its hill. Brandy giggled and curled her toes. Randal took one hand to Brandy's right thigh and the other to Brandy's left knee. He let his dick get hard again and he stuck it inside her.
He humped. He humped like he was tearing down a wall. With every hump the wall would get weaker. He humped. His balls smacked against the counter but it was a light smack and it felt good. He scrunched his face a clenched his teeth as he rammed the wall that needed to come down.
Brandy took her hands to her legs to keep them outward. She let a tongue hang and her eyes went dumb when Randal fucked her. Drool dripped from her mouth to her breasts. Her big ass cheeks rolled on the smoother kitchen surface. The claws on her foot extended with delight. Her fat rocked like a fishing ship.
Oh, how she loved having Randal's dick inside of her. It poked inside her, drilled inside her! What tunnels would his dick discover; she hoped all of them! It moved in and out, chipping away at the diamond-crested wall. With every passing by, more mineral was broken off and dropped to the floor. He was mining for diamonds!
Brandy leaned her head back, arching all the way it felt comfortable. She breathed heavily and moaned. Randal took to her sex spot like a heavyweight champion. The area around her vagina was pummeled by Randal's brick-like force. Her vagina was tenderized by his attacks, tempering it and letting out its heat.
They could feel the climax approach. Randal took two hands behind Brandy back and they both gave a pained both, exhaling torturously and passionately. It was a climax that hurt. They growled and hissed and grunted like apes. Spit slung from their mouths. Randal loosened his seed into her and their cum dripped all over the edge of the counter.
Next up, Randal took Brandy to the couch and had her sit on his lap, her sliding her fat ass down on his tall erect cock. Brandy was heavy on Randal's lap but the softness of her ass and thighs took away a lot of the discomfort. Randal rocked back and forth, tensing his legs against the couch while Brandy lifted herself up and down.
Randal reached around and grabbed Brandy's big soft boobs. He rubbed his palms on the nips, petting circles around her breasts. They came and cream dripped all over Randal lap and down his balls on the couch. Randal barked, Brandy grunted. They gave it one more go on the couch where Brandy stretched her legs outward, up in the air like she was kicking two balls in soccer. They jizzed one more time and more of it swamped Randal's lap.
After unhinging from each other and catching a breath, Randal climbed down on the floor and slapped his belly to let Brandy know what he wanted. She walked over him then kneeled down on his cock, facing him. Randal took her hand and the two did it cowgirl style. After they had their fun with that position Brandy flipped around and rocked his cock facing away from him. Randal had the pleasure of staying at her big beautiful ass. Like two planets of delight. He shot out his seed and collapsed.
They were almost spent, but as Randal rested up against the couch and Brandy laid on the ground, arms out and catching her breath, Brandy tapped Randal with her foot, the tiny claws scratching only slightly.
Randal looked over. Brandy peeked her head up, "Come here, would you?"
Randal crawled over to her and she held her legs up like it was a docking zone. He crawled over her belly and looked down at her. She gave him the bedroom eyes and he found the strength to give her one last fuck for now. She wrapped her large legs around him and his screwed into her.
It wasn't very hard not very energetic but when Brandy came, she came for Randal. Her eyes lit up like a dusk skyline and she orgasmed for Randal's sake. From her sex, pheromones unleashed into the air and got up to Randal's nose. When he inhaled them, his eyes lit up like meteor showers. His breathed deep, her feline aroma, and he was glad.
It was time for a serious break. Brandy's vagina was blushing around the outside and Randal's foreskin was showing hints of red. They worked their genitals to the bone. Randal laid on the ground, face down, breathing and resting; keeping his eyes closed. Brandy sat against the couch and sipped another bottle of water.
Brandy looked at Randal's round butt was right in view. It was adorable. She had one more thing to do. She crawled up beside Randal's waist and patted his cheeks.
"Hey Randal..." said Brandy.
"Yeah?" said Randal, not opening his eyes.
"Can ask for a small, weird favor?" said Brandy, "I want to bite your ass."
Randal opened his eyes and gave Brandy a look. Brandy smiled toothily, "It won't be a hard bite. I just want to... gnaw your ass a bit."
Randal chuckled, "Alright. Go ahead."
Brandy climbed over Randal's legs and brought herself down to Randal's butt. With a careful mouth, she took her jaw to Randal's butt and pinched down. It hurt a bit but nothing major. She gnawed his cheek, taking her hands around the cheek, massaging it and caressing it.
Randal stared with stars in his eyes. When Brandy took a look at him, he said the first thing that came to mind, "I love you..."
Brandy stopped and took her mouth away from the cheek. She smiled and put two hands on Randal's cheeks to rest her head, "I love you, too..."
Randal smiled. Brandy reached up and grabbed one of Randal's hands. They giggled.
Brandy hoisted herself up beside Randal, and laid downward like he did. They stared at each other, then closed their eyes for a nap.
Randal the dog and Brandy the fat cat fuck into the afternoon, share a bathroom break together, and the head outside for a nude stroll. Important conversations about their newfound relationship arise. Can the two new lovebeasts compromise and only mate with each other?
ONLY OPEN RELATIONSHIPS IN THE ANIMAL KINDOM
After a long morning/afternoon of intercourse, Randal and Brandy needed a cooldown period. They got another beverage and sat down at the living room table, one in the back corner meant for only two people. They pulled up some stacking chairs that Brandy had bought a long time ago but almost never used, and played cards.
Thankfully, Brandy had a regular deck around. Randal didn't want to play some animal-person game that Geffa imported. He didn't prefer to play two-person poker but at least he didn't have to learn any rules!
Brandy looked at her and Randal, "Guess strip poker is out of the question."
They were both naked. Since having their rutting session around the house, they hadn't put their clothes back on. Brandy's folds and large breasts were on full display. Randal was completely naked as well, balls rested on the seat with his large trouser snake rolling over the edge.
Brandy dealt out the cards. Randal looked at her and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Why are you asking to ask?" said Brandy, "Go ahead."
"Do you want to go back to being a myuman," said Randal.
Brandy stopped. She looked thoughtful for a second, was about to say something but then stopped, then looked up at Randal, "No. I want to stay a cat."
"Me too," said Randal, "I mean, I want to stay a dog."
"I like the way I look," said Brandy, "I feel nicer. Everything feels nicer. Plus..." she rubbed her feet over Randal's, "I can walk around barefoot!"
Randal smiled with a row of teeth, "Showing off your lovely feet!"
Brandy giggled, then grew serious, "I haven't seen my myuman friends in weeks and my parents are having a get together in a few weeks from now so that's a whole thing." She threw out the last few cards for herself and Randal, "Do you think... do you think that they are going to get transformed too?"
Randal stroked her feet with his own feet; comfortingly and gently, "I don't know... I think maybe, yeah."
The conversation settled and they began their game of poker, having to remind each other which exact rules worked which way. It had been a long time for both of them but there they didn't feel up to anything else to pass the time.
"I'm serious when I said I love you," said Randal, "I know we have only spent a few hours together but I feel something special between us."
Brandy smiled warmly, "I'm on the same page, dog."
Randal smiled, showing his canine teeth, "Really?"
"I've been really wanting you these last few days," said Brandy, "You know that mattress in my room? I've orgasmed all over it... masturbating to the thought of you." She chuckled, "Sprays and sprays of cum, all in the name of Randal the dog."
Randal smiled wider and goofier. He chuckled, "I've masturbated to you too."
Brandy gave a frisky look to Brandy, "We're on the same page then."
They played a few hands of poker. They deck didn't come with an instruction card ranking the kinds of hands in authority. Did two pair beat three of a kind? They couldn't know. Did a full house beat a straight? They had only their guesses.
Most of their play session was them trying to remember the rules. Neither of them had a deep history of poker, of course. Brandy recalled a story of watching a poker tournament on TV when she was a kid.
"It's funny," she said, "When I remember back to that, I remember myself as a cat."
"How's everyone else in that memory?" asked Randal.
"Fuzzy," said Brandy. She snerked, "In the sense that they don't have a clear picture in my mind."
Randal thought back to a childhood memory. It was third grade and he was at school for a talent night. Randal never performed but he was part of the preparation crew. He tried to imagine himself as a myuman but he could only remember himself as a small mastiff boy.
"Huh," said Randal.
The game continued on. Through iteration, they eventually agreed on a set of rules, which kind of hands overpowered others. There was a confusion on whether or not a 2-based straight was a legitimate hand in poker.
"Straights in twos and threes is not a thing in poker," said Randal.
"I'm pretty sure it is," Brandy replied, rearranging some cards, "You better let me use this hand or I might not have sex with you anymore."
"Really?" said Randal.
Brandy snerked, "Hell no! How long do you think I could keep myself away from getting fucked by you?"
Randal took two feet and rubbed them down her legs, "About as long as I could: not long at all!"
Brandy threw down her cards. It was a straight in 2's, going from 4 to Q. Randal threw down his cards, a pair. He shrugged, "Guess you win this one. What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to go take a shit," said Brandy brushing some hair back, "Want to join me?"
Randal giggled and tensed up, "Join you... in the bathroom?"
Brandy bit her lip and nodded. She rubbed a toe gently across his thigh, "There's a bathroom in the basement with a few toilet seats. I think if we are going to be a thing... we should go to the john together!"
It was a weird idea, Randal knew, but after weeks of peeing and pooping on newspaper, pissing himself, watching others piss themselves, and other bodily wasted related situations, going toilet with his new girlfriend didn't seem perverted.
"Ok," said Randal, "Let's go..." he could barely say it, "poop together."
They left the cards on the table and Brandy led Randal past the kitchen into the hall. They walked into a back hall with a musty smell and a lack of furnishing. There were doors on both ends of the hall leads outside. They were old doors with cloth curtains.
There was another door on the side of the wall. Brandy opened it with a stucky creak. Dust wafted into the air, dancing in the sunlight though the curtains. In the dimness of the backhalls, Brandy looked like a witch. Randal look at her smile and let himself get a massive boner.
His dick hung in the air, the head shimmering with its smoothness, aimed at Brandy and her fuzzy vagina. She looked at it and licked her lips. She closed the creaky door and back up against the one with the window. Randal stepped forward and put it in her.
They bucked and banged against the back door. Brandy moaned. Randal took his hands around her and thrusted. She spread out her legs and the cream was already dripping from her cooch. She took two hands around him and his back fat sunk when she held him tight.
They fucked under the shaded sunlight through the curtains, both of them wanting nothing more than to be melted into each other. They gasped, moaned and grunted at each other, thanking each other for the wonderful intercourse in the speech of cavemen and cavewomen.
Another cum and there was a sticky puddle on the floor with juices dancing down Brandy's legs. They ignored it and stood there catching their breath. Randal pulled out with a wet flop and exhaled heavily.
Brandy opened the door and Randal followed her down the stairs into the basement. The lightswitch was on the wall and when Brandy flicked it, the basement was shown to be quite empty, much like the basement back at Pixie's house.
The stone floor was cool on Brandy's bare feet. A few drips fell off of her crotch and onto the floor. Randal stepped down with her, finding the floor cool as well. His cock hung wetly.
"This place got changed up a lot when Donna took over," said Brandy, "but Eustice is the one that wanted to change the basement up. She was prepared to take in other pets, although nothing's come of it yet."
"What do you mean?" asked Randal.
"Take in other pets," said Brandy, "If the household is too full, or if a pet needs special care: Eustice would take them in." Brandy smiled, "She's very motherly, you know."
There was a dark doorway where the light of the basement illuminated a large bench with some holes on the top. It was the toilets. Brandy looked at Randal leeringly and took his hand. The two entered the room.
A flick of the lights and they could see how sterile the room was. There were little features to the room, and the wall looked like unfinished drywall. As they approached the toilets, they saw that the holes had grooves to better fit a butt, and there were rolls of toilet paper resting by the back wall.
They walked over to the bench and Randal looked into the bench to see porcelain bowls. He wasn't expecting that. They sat down on toilets beside each other, Brandy's flabby behind smooshing on the seat. They looked at each other and smiled. It was like a game to see who would start going first or who would start last.
"Does Eustice have sex?" asked Randal.
Brandy nodded, her dangling black hair swaying around, "Yes. Don't let her grandma demeanor fool you. She gets fucked. Her old-fashion approach is taking someone on a date before doing the dirty deed." Brandy curled some toes and brought a foot over on Randal's, "Why? Were you interested?"
Randal shrugged, "I guess. As much as anyone else."
Brandy giggled, "We've done it a number of times. She's great. Very passionate." she stared off into space with a dumb grin on her face, "She has the sexiest thighs!"
There was a tinkling sound. Brandy's bladder found its way into emptying. Brandy blushed a bit, peeing in front of her new boyfriend. It was so primal, but she found it gratifying.
"I'm peeing," said Brandy.
Hearing her relief tempted Randal into relieving himself too. His dick fired like a hose, making a hard splashing sound that was audible to them both.
Randal smiled like an idiot, "Me too."
"We're peeing together," said Brandy.
Randal chuckled. Brandy got a look in her eyes and leaned over to rest her head on Randal's shoulder. Randal leaned into her. He took her hand and caressed some of her fingers with his clawed thumb.
They sat there, silent for a second, and then a great florping began as they defecated. It escaped them like a stable of mustangs. Large quantities of the stuff burst out of them.
Brandy took a hand and rubbed Randal's chest. Randal stroked Brandy's flabby tummy. Their release picked up intensity and speed, like their loving touches inspired them to crap.
Brandy looked up into Randal's eyes, "Sounds like someone had a big breakfast."
It was primal. They were relieving themselves for each other. Randal didn't want to speak myuman while he was evacuating himself. He wanted to speak in animal. He barked at Brandy. Brandy giggled and meowed lowly.
After they were done letting themselves out, they sat there, quietly and serenely.
"You remember the first day we became animals?" asked Brandy, "And that lion-guy made me shit my pants? He didn't actually scare me into shitting myself. That... happened uncontrollably. I was freaked out because of being turned into a cat and my crap slipped out. I was embarrassed that I shit my pants so I blamed the seven foot lion."
"A lot of people pissed and shit themselves that day," said Randal, "If that was my first day dealing with magic, I would have peed my pants." he giggled, "After all, I did pee my pants the first time I fought a demon."
Brandy smirked, "Nice."
Randal chuckled and took an arm around her, referencing Samson the lion, he said, "I met him the other day. He has a huge dick."
Brandy snerked, "I bet he does!"
They took the paper rolls behind them and wiped themselves. They tossed the paper into the toilet and got up. How did those things flush? They had no idea. At least in the corner, by the door, there were sinks. They went over to wash their hands and couldn't find any towels around.
"Eustice forgot to lay out towels," said Randal.
"I think there's some in the back room," said Brandy.
Randal followed Brandy through the basement. There were a couple other large rooms in the basement, all of them pretty bare with only a few shelves but lots of empty floorspace. It seemed clean but unfinished for whatever project Eustice was going to do with it.
Brandy entered a small closet and found a couple shelves full of linens and towels. She took two and gave one to Randal. They dried their hands on their way back to the toilets, and left them by the sinks.
Out in the main floor, they looked around. It had been a minute since they porked, so they got to it again. On the pavement floor, Brandy got on all fours. Randal got down behind her. It didn't take long for him to get a big hard one and stick it in her.
He humped into her. She didn't make any noise at first, but then breathing start. Small gasps of air were the consequence of every thrust. Randal moaned and grunted as he poled the fat cat like a slab of meat.
Juices ran down Randal's sac. Brandy curled her toes. Randal reached underneath and got a grab on that big bag of flesh Brandy was carrying. The gentle fur she had complimented the softness of her belly.
Brandy felt an eruption coming on and leaned upward to let out a primal yell. Her orgasm came out of her like passing a brick. It hurt but was satisfying. She yelped and screamed into the air.
Her moaning inspired something out of Randal. He couldn't hold it anymore. He growled and grunted. Jizz escaped from where Randal and Brandy's bodies met, a white sticky fluid burst out between his shaft and her vaginal lips, dripping onto the cool pavement below.
Their movements slowed and stopped. Randal unhinged himself from Brandy and fell to the side. Brandy collapsed too. The two laid there, breathing loudly. Their arms outstretched.
Randal looked over at Brandy and smiled. She reached over and cupped a flabby ass cheek, gently rubbing at the bottom fold. Brandy giggled and purred at Randal's loving touches. Randal got up and hovered over her, taking his head down to her plump rump. Only gently, he opened his mouth and pressed his teeth onto it.
Brandy giggled, looking back at him, "Want to eat my ass?"
Randal has a mouth full of asscheek, but he looked up at Brandy and smiled. He said nothing.
After nibbling her asscheeks, the two got up off the floor and went into the laundry room on the other side of the basement. Brandy got up on her dryer and spread her legs out for Randal to see her sex. She was a little too high hoisted up on the machine but Randal wasn't hurting himself erecting up into her.
They brought their arms around each other and began fucking again. Thrusting and grunting. Brandy kicked her legs out and waved her toes with Randal's porking. His cock was a machine, penetrating and breaking her core.
Randal leaned into Brandy's fatty bosom and stomach. He let it consume his body. It was a soft pillow to embrace while he jacked into his cat girlfriend's pussy. He took a look down and saw how the sex juices matted her fur and his.
Another climax and seed got on the edge of the machine. They calmed down and took a breather. After that they went into the boiler room. The machine made a loud rumble but not too loud that they couldn't hear each other.
Brandy leaned up against the wall, holding her backside to Randal. She looked at him, "Please... fuck me in the ass."
Randal's cock went solid and he jammed it in between her two cheeks. He growled like a werewolf, drooling on himself, and rocked into her like a battering ram. Her ass was a cave that had to be mined with his phallus.
Brandy's face went dumb with joy. Her eyes exploded into stars and hearts. Her tongue hung out and drool emerged from her mouth and slid down her tongue. She let down her arms and twitched them erratically.
He was in her ass. His dick was like a monster, roaming her ass like a coked up beast. She squealed with delight in the midst of rapid breaths.
Randal took his hand around her and swayed a few fingers up her thighs. She shivered at the touch. Randal rubbed her gently as his thrusting got harder and faster. His belly smacked against her best with a forceful smack. His thrusting his full speed and a growl rumbled from within him.
He growled loudly and folded his feet in. His cock shot its load into Brandy's tunnels. It fired like a fireman's hose. Brandy couldn't keep it jarred up any longer: she came, juice escaping her cooch, dripping over Randal's fingers, down her legs, and onto the floor. She bit down on her tongue and pivoted her legs inward.
They cooled down, holding each other close while the cumming depleted. They looked on the ground below them. The puddle of fluids on the floor: a sign of their love. Brandy turned around and looked Randal in the eyes. With some drool still hanging on them, they gazed at each other lovingly. Randal leaned forward and kissed Brandy. Their snouts consumed each other, connecting like a lock.
Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed together. They made out, letting some drool escape between them. After their loins refueled, Brandy brought Randal back upstairs and climbed up on the kitchen island again, spreading her legs out. It was a position she loved, and Randal loved giving it to her. He jammed his log into her, and drilled her so hard it could have started a fire.
They fucked all over the house; back in Brandy's bedroom, on the kitchen floor, in the bathroom, on the couch. Again and again, until they lost count of how many times they came.
Then... they sat down in front of the TV.
Brandy (or Donna now) had a TV in the living room. It was an older model, but it would do for Randal and Brandy. There were a few beanbag chairs on the ground in front of the television and Randal hadn't used a beanbag chair before but found it comfortable. Him and Brandy were still in the buff, and the soft seat cradled his asscheeks and his large balls. Brandy got a bag of chips and a cold cola before sitting down, holding the can in between her legs to chill out her vagina, the interaction between the cold can and her hot sex producing steam.
Donna's house had the same channels that Pixie's house had. There was the talk show with the well-dressed panther and frog, both of them feral. They sat at a desk and carried the show like Randal had seen in other myuman talk shows.
They had a guest on- a rugged owl in a vest and pleated pants. His scaled feet were bare and he sat on a comfy red chair.
"It's wonderful to have you with us, Mr. Egelsmith," said the panthress, "You are going into your 1076th year next Monday. You are looking vibrant!"
"Get your eyes checked, then." said Egelsmith the owl, "I feel like crap."
The panthress brushed off the hostile comment and continued, "So you just got back from a journey into the Otherlands. What was that like?"
"Intense!" said Egelsmith, "The place is hard to wrap your mind around. It's infinite, you know? We got separated with one of our companions: Jeff; he's lost in there forever."
The panther gasped. The frog said, "Oh dear!"
Egelsmith nodded, "Yes. By now if Jeff isn't dead he's gone insane."
The coldness in Egelsmith's voice was alarming for Randal and Brandy. They didn't know what the Otherlands were but they were sure they existed and could imagine what it would be like to get lost in an infinite world.
"What's all out there?" asked Brandy.
"I don't know," said Randal, "but I get the feeling that if someone sat down and told us all about it, we'd need a change of underwear."
Brandy snerked, "Yeah that sounds like an adult diaper kind of conversation."
Randal smiled. The two watched the rest of the show quietly. Brandy finished her snacks then brought the trash to the kitchen. While there, she looked out the window into the bright afternoon. Sounds of laughter came from outside. She stood there and stared into the outside world.
Randal realized Brandy hadn't come back and looked over the couch into the kitchen. He saw Brandy standing there, "Something wrong?"
"No," Brandy took a look back at Randal, "I just wanted to go outside for a bit."
Randal got up, turned off the TV and walked up to Brandy in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful in the sunlight.
"We could go outside," said Randal.
"Right," said Brandy, "Let's do it!"
Randal looked on the floor at their bundles of clothes, "Did you want to get dressed first?"
Brandy thought for a second, "No... I want to be naked."
Randal let a smile cross over his face and he walked to the door with Brandy. With a deep breath, Brandy turned the knob and opened it up. Glimmering sunlight beamed over them like a touch from heaven.
Brandy, despite being the shyer one and having less experience being nude in public, took the lead and walked out the door. There was a sigh of relief when there wasn't anyone close nearby, although the park was populated enough for Brandy to know that if she walked across its paths, she would be seen by strangers.
She walked out the door and she could feel the breeze move around her vagina. It tickled her sensitive regions and brushed through her bush of fur. Randal followed behind her and the sun illuminated his large cock, the light shining on his rough skin. The large beast hung over a pair of large balls.
They walked through the park and were soon around other zoomans. They stared at the two naked pets, but were not judgemental. A lot of people enjoyed the view of Randal's hefty cock, Brandy's soft breasts, and both of their asses.
It felt like ages since Randal had been out in the nude, the gentle wind swiping across his large shaft. It was good to let out his big monster once again! Brandy, this being her first time strolling in the nude, was insecure about her naked fuzzy vagina and her exposed fatty body.
Times had changed for that slice of society, though. Although being fatty was once considered unattractive by most, it was not the case in zooman world. Many males across the yard looked upon Brandy's fat, naked body and felt their loins grow warm.
Randal saw a familiar face: Elias the ferret boy that lived in the house beside his (Pixie's). He was standing around with some other zoomans, his roommates. Their master was not around that afternoon.
Elias and the others were tickled to see Randal and Brandy walking around naked. One of them, a mouse, commented that Randal had a big schlong. She didn't ask to touch it, and rubbed her hand down the shaft.
Randal wouldn't normally mind, but a look over at Brandy revealed her uncertainty. He was looking at the face of his new girlfriend and another girl was caressing his penis. The awkwardness was so strong that Randal's toes curled themselves.
They didn't say anything while the mouse girl felt up Randal some more. She rubbed underneath, held it up in her hand and held it like a big sausage she picked up at the store. The way she stroked it made Randal's cock get hard. The mouse could feel the energy flow into the rod. The mouse reached underneath Randal's fuzzy balls and weighed them.
Another look over at Brandy's discomfort, and Randal had enough. He turned away from the group and briskly strutted out of there, to the confusion of the mouse and the others. Brandy scurried up beside him.
"S, sorry about that," said Randal.
Brandy said nothing. She walked with her boyfriend, away from the crowd of clothed zoomans. Randal's semi-hard cock bounced in the air.
Randal and Brandy walked into the bush beside the park. It was peaceful there. Nothing was there besides the chirping and chittering of wild (presumably unintelligent) animals was heard in the background.
The two found a bench to sit down on, their fuzzy behinds settling onto the aged wood. It was time to have a discussion, but it took a few minutes to inspire any words.
"So what now?" asked Brandy.
"I don't know," said Randal, "for the last couple weeks I've been having sex with everyone. It's going to be weird stopping that now that I have a girlfriend."
Brandy batted a comb of hair out of her face, "Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe we shouldn't."
Randal sunk in his seat, "Not be boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"No," said Brandy, "We shouldn't stop fucking everyone."
Randal's posture and frown transformed instantly, and he became vibrant, "We should have sex with others?"
Brandy nodded. She thought for a moment, "Maybe sticking to one person is a thing that myumans do, but we are not myumans anymore. We are beasts, and beasts," Brandy kicked her legs out from the bench, "don't care about singular relationships."
Randal took Brandy's hand, letting his finger pads rub the sides of hers, "I care about one special relationship, at least."
Brandy blushed and giggled, "Me too, but," she spread her legs out, lifting them a bit, "I want to spread for others, and I think you should fuck others too."
"Of course," said Randal with a peck on Brandy's cheek, "It wouldn't be right to chain you to me. I want you to experience other kinds of sex."
Brandy smiled broadly and chuckled, "And maybe you want to a fuck a girl that's not over 300 pounds and pees the bed."
Randal chuckled. The two relaxed with each other, enjoying the pleasant quiet of the bush. Brandy rested her head on Randal's should and Randal leaned on her in return. They held each other's hands and rubbed one's feet on the other's.
It was a quiet couple of minutes, then Randal saw two people coming up the path. They were familiar. One was red and birdlike and the other was green. Then it hit him, it was Bulma and Terry� the master and pet combo he met a couple weeks ago!
Bulma was given the option of clothing when she was ascended from a feral pet canary into a myumanoid one, but she forsake it for full-time nudity. Having her vagina out, a perky vagina carpeted with yellow down, it was pleasure for her.
Although Bulma encouraged it on Terry, the frog man rarely went nude publicly like she did. Terry was dressed in a simple pair of pants and shirt, bulbous feet walking along hardened dirt.
Perhaps Bulma wasn't expecting to see Randal out in the open completely nude, but she didn't recognize him at first. As she got close she recognized the face of the chubby mastiff, and grew excited!
"It's Randal," said Bulma to Terry. She waved and shouted, "Randal!"
Randal waved back. To Brandy, he said, "That's Bulma. She's a pet owner and prefers to walk around nude."
Brandy chuckled, "Is that so?"
Bulma walked up with fire in her eyes. She gave Randal a look over, "Hello, Randal! How are you doing?"
Randal smiled, "I'm doing good." He looked over at Brandy, "This is my girlfriend, Brandy."
Bulma reached out a feathery wing to give Brandy a handshake, "Bulma's the name!" She pointed over at Terry beside her, "This is Terry, my pet."
"Hi," said Terry, giving a shy handshake to Brandy.
Bulma looked at both of them, both in the nude. She smiled wide, "Did Pixie put you back on a nude regiment?"
"No," said Randal, "We were fooling around," he looked over at brandy, who couldn't help but blush, "and we decided to head outside while in the buff."
Bulma's gaze grew wide and exulted, "You mean... you're nude, but because you want to be?"
Randal and Brandy nodded.
Bulma stared at Randal for a moment, mouth slightly agape. Her hips twitched and her feet turned inward. Her breathing got heavy and her tailfeathers flickered. She curled a fist with shaky hands.
Juice fizzled between her legs, her vagina sputtering out bubbly ooze. It seeped and coated her vulva, flooding her down. A glob of it grew big and then dripped onto the ground.
Randal watched and saw he was getting her so uncontrollably horny, then he himself got horny thinking about what she wanted to do with him. Thoughts of mating overcame them both.
Randal's johnson rose from the bench, like a snake preparing to strike. It grew tall, thick, and hard. The balls hugging its base flared out with energy rushing through them, ready to unleash into a fitting mate.
Terry saw his master creaming herself, ooze sliding down the insides of her hips, and got aroused himself. A bulge slammed the front of his pants and pushed outwards, the contours of the hefty frog gentleman's penis visible through the pants' fabric. It was for Bulma's secretion but it was aimed at Brandy's face.
"It's so good..." Bulma struggled to form sentences with her loins aflame with passion, "so good to see you-" she gulped and jammed a hand between her legs, getting ooze all over them, "see you in the complete nude by your..." she grimaced, "choice."
A bead of precum appeared on Randal's tip.
The cat girl reached out to place a hand on the frog's bulge, him noticing immediately. He turned to her with a look of controlled temperance. His bulge ran with the flow of young life and an eagerness to mate.
Randal looked over, "He's got a big cock."
Brandy's eyes were full of stars, "Really? Let me see it!"
Terry bit his lip nervously and took a couple hands on his pants. He unzipped himself, letting out a big underwear bulge. The underwear came down to let out a massive dong, practically leaping out at Brandy's face.
Brandy took the long green monster and petted the beast, "Wow!"
Bulma took a slimely hand to Randal, offering him. He got up, his big cock bouncing like a suspension line. It was so erect that they could hear the charge run through it like a furnace.
Bulma spotted a nearby tree and walked up to it, Randal following close behind, getting a few of that plucky ass the bird had. Bulma leaned up against it facing Randal and spreading her legs out, giving Randal a wide gaze. Randal walked up and wasted not a second. He stuck the rod within her.
Bulma's narrowed her eyes, and gasped. Randal slid himself inside her and she could feel her quarters filling up like a satchel. The cock pushed against the edges of her sex, pushing it away and making room.
Terry's pants and underwear had fallen to his feet. He had his hands holding up Brandy's legs apart and thrusting into her center. He bit his lip and his long hard cock pumped into her, drilling like an oil rig. The tough green skin barraged the sides of Brandy's fuzzy vagina.
Brandy's expression started exulted but turned into one of joy. A big dumb smile came across her face, tongue hanging out. She let the drool flow, not wanting to concentrate in keeping her saliva in when the frog cock poking into her soul felt so good.
Terry saw Brandy drool and look dumb, and couldn't help himself. He joined in, eyes jolting out, mouth dropping to the floor and tongue hanging out the side. Drool emerged. The two rustled into each other, grunting like idiots. Grunting with joy! Their toes curled with sexual passion!
Bulma's expression was one of pure intensity. There was no joy in her face, only emotion. She snarled and gasped as the well-hung dog boy rubbed his battleship cock inside of her, creating pleasurable friction alongside her flesh barriers.
Randal had his hands down around her ass cheeks so she lifted her legs to wrap around his chubby waist. She squeezed around him harder, both with her legs and with her cunt. She pushed herself into his thrusts, like Randal's cock grating up against her vagina was like being sawed in half.
Her toes curled and she let out loud, primal grunts. It was time to explode. She dug her hands into Randal's shoulders and launched an orgasm, unleashing fluids down her love canal. The creamy substance covered Randal's massive wang.
There was a dripping between Bulma and Randal. He couldn't keep it in anymore. His shaft sprayed its ooze, coalescing with the bird juice. He grunted and yelped, happy to cum inside a beautiful specimen.
Terry's cock was so red hot he couldn't feel his climax. There was so much fluid running through the flesh of his cock that when it started to ejaculate into the fat cat in front of him, it took him a few pumps to notice. He ribbeted, his neck inflate like a front focused balloon. He let out a big croak.
It was the cry of a god as far as Brandy was concerned. Hearing him make that noise for her broke through her guard. She had to cum for him. She fired, stretching her hefty legs out and orgasming with the force of a hurricane. She screamed and yelled, a big drooly smile on her face. Her sex melted all over the seat and ground. The frog and cat collided with their sex fluids spritzing everywhere.
Randal filled Bulma up as much as he could and after a few weaker pumps, pulled out; juice splashing on the ground below. Bulma lowered her legs, practically letting them drop like bags of sand.
Bulma gasped and smiled at Randal. Randal smiled back.
Brandy's tongue was plastered to the roof of her mouth as Terry got the last bits of jizz inside her. He pulled out, long meaty cock hanging and dripping. Terry let out a few quiet ribbits as he came down from his erotic high, eyes miles away.
Bulma grabbed the tree behind her to keep her balance of shaky legs. She looked over Randal's shoulder, "Cat? You did good choosing this thing as a boyfriend!"
Arthur's life as an everyday single dad is turned upside-down when his pet dog is uplifting into an anthro and he and his daughter are turned to rabbits. Now the pet-master roles are reversed!
YOUR DOG IS NOW YOUR MASTER, RABBIT
Finally, the weekend.
Arthur got home and tossed his briefcase on the kitchen table by the front door. He arched his back and took two hands to push it out, his rotund belly pressing outwards.
As he walked around the living room he kept on his work clothes: a white collared t-shirt with a dark blue tie and black pants. He needed a sitdown. He collapsed on the couch and picked up the tv remote from in between the cushions.
"Alyssa?" he called.
"Yeah, dad?" a young girl's voice answered back.
"Just making sure you are home." he replied.
Arthur didn't like the idea of leaving his 9 year old daughter home alone for the hour or so it took between her getting home from school and him getting home from work but she was careful about it and passed a fire safety course.
The house was a small one with the main living space being a den, kitchen, and small corner dining area. The hallway by the couch lead to the bedrooms and the bathroom. A small house, maybe, but not that a father and daughter needed that much room. A father and daughter and one other family member.
There was a tapping on the floor. Arthur looked up to see Belle, the family's pet collie with a luscious coat of brown and white fur. Belle briskly walked up to her myuman master.
"Hey Belle," he said, reaching down to pat her on the side. "Glad you can take care of Alyssa while I'm not here."
Belle looked up and gave a little bark.
A sinister shadow veiled over the neighborhood. Magical forces landed in the vicinity. There was a house across the alley from Arthur's. Warm yellow light emitted from the house's old fashioned windows. Silhouettes of people walking around the kitchen flickered in a window.
Then there was a panic coming from the house, with screams and shouts. While there was a figure of several myumans broadcasting on the window, a figure with a large snout arrived. While the panic continued inside the house, a sneaky presence left the house and traveled toward's Arthur's home.
A red fox appeared outside of Arthur's home. He wasn't an ordinary fox, but a being of great power. Orzlac was his name and it was his duty to enter myuman homes and 'give enhanced life' to the household's pets and to turn its myuman occupants into zoomans.
Orzlac searched the perimeter of the house for an open window. There wasn't any. He saw one that he could hop up to though. The ledge by the window was just big enough for him, so he hopped up. Trying to open the window with his paws showed the window was locked.
He sighed, "Why can't this be easy?"
His eyes glowed with a fiery white. There was a snap and smoke emerged from the locking mechanism in the middle of the windows bottom. Orzlac gave the window another glare and it opened like magic. The mesh on the inside? Orzlac touched it and it peeled away allowing Orzlac to head inside. The window stayed open behind him.
He walked across the floor with its old 1970's olive colored plastic tiles. There was the murmur of the television. Orzlac sniffed and could sense two myumans and a dog in the house. He turned the corner to see a fat fatherly myuman Arthur and a female collie laying down in the corner.
"Whoa!" said Arthur, getting up from the couch and moving back, "Oh shit oh shit."
"Dad?" called Alyssa from the other room.
"Stay in your room, Alyssa." said Arthur, "We got a wild animal in the house!"
"I am not wild." said Orzlac.
Arthur looked at the fox perplexed. He looked over at the T.V. Did the T.V. make that noise? It couldn't have been the fox!
Belle growled and barked at the fox, getting into an offensive position and snarling. Orzlac wasn't going to feel threatened by a dog.
"Can you move past your disgust for me and hurry along?" the fox asked the collie, "I've got a lot of houses to visit and I want to get this over with quickly."
Belle suddenly turned docile. She got up and walked over to the fox, sniffing at him curiously. Orzlac seemed uninterested in any greeting with the collie. Arthur stared at the two, unable to say anything. Was he hearing things?
"Daaaaaad" said Alyssa coming into the living room. Alyssa was a young myuman girl with shoulder length blonde hair wearing a pink t-shirt and light blue pants. She looked up at her dad, "What's wrong?" She then saw the fox on the floor, "Ah! A wolf!"
Arthur walked over to Alyssa and took her by the shoulder, "Get back in your room and shut the door. This thing might be rabid!"
"I am not rabid!" said the fox, "Do I-?" He sighed. He didn't really care about making a big flashy entrance or explaining anything to the myumans. He had a task to perform in two major steps.
First: he looked at Belle. He raised a paw and out came a bolt of green electric fog. Belle put her chin out like she was ready for it and it absorbed her form. Her figure became a silhouette in the mystical cloud.
Alyssa clinged to her father's arm, "Daddy!"
The silhouette in the cloud of fog grew tall, about six feet. When the fog disappeared, there was the figure of an anthropomorphic collie female wearing a blue blazer with a light blue shirt underneath and blue pants. It was Belle.
"A... aaah!" Arthur was so stunned he didn't know how to scream properly.
Belle looked at herself. She looked at her clothes and her tail, "Not bad."
Orzlac nodded. He turned to the myumans, them staring back with stunned expressions and shivering with terror. It was time for step two. Orzlac sat up and raised two paws to fire two beams at the father/daughter couple.
Their forms were absorbed by light and when the light disappeared, they were confused for a moment. It didn't take long for them to notice the changes in their body. They both had white fur all over their bodies. Their footwear has disappeared revealing white furred feet with tiny claws. Their hands had tiny claws too. Their heads had transformed into rabbits head with two tall ears cradling their hair.
Arthur looked down at his daughter, eyes horrified at what the fox had done to her. Alyssa looked upward. A part of her mind recognized Arthur as her father but the rabbit faced creature was a horrifying stranger.
Wetness appeared on Alyssa's pants and grew like a blossoming flower all over the front. Some strand trinkled down a pant leg and dripped out onto the carpet at her feet. Pitter-patter.
Orzlac huffed, "Look at that: my work here is done." The fox turned tail and walked back into the laundry room, calling from behind the wall, "Have a good night, dog!" The window audibly closed.
Belle looked back at the rabbits and the rabbits stared back at her, still unable to believe what was going on. Without being told by Orzlac himself, she knew that they were her pets and that she had control over them by voice command.
She took a step forward, "Ok. Now it's my time to be the master!"
There was a fierce hiss sound. Belle looked down to see wetness explode all over Arthur pants. On the inside, Arthur's large penis was firing itself at maximum pressure! His underwear was soaked in a flash and pee waterfalled down both pant legs, soaking his fur. Big dark splotches appeared all over his pants until there were two hefty streams going down the fabric. A large puddle grew on the carpet, wetting the green fibers.
Belle looked at her two rabbits- both with peed pants, "Hmmm. I should likely clean this up but on the other hand... night will come soon. Time for a walk."
With pee still dripping from their pants, the two rabbits headed to the door. They took the lead, like they were dogs on leashes. Arthur opened the door and went out, with Alyssa then Belle following behind him.
It was early enough that the street lights were on in the local park. It was featureless aside from a few benches and pavement paths. Lots of grass, it was.
Belle contently walked her two rabbits around, their peed pants cooled by the evening breeze. They were so freaked out they couldn't even notice other pets being walked with other masters. They only moved because it was Belle's will. Within the last fifteen minutes they had been invaded by a talking fox, saw their pet dog mutate and start talking herself, and then they got transformed themselves. They weren't in a receptive mood.
Belle saw a few people up ahead. She recognized Driller, a golden retriever, although this was the first time she had seen him on two legs. He was wearing no shirt but a pair of light brown pants with a belt, a hole in the back for his fluffy tail. He was with two others. There was Sparkles, a goldfish lady with a thick scaly tail coming out the back of her. Now myumanized, she wore a beautiful pink dress with a split at the back for her tail.
"Hello Driller," said Belle.
Driller gave a wave, "Belle." He turned to Sparkles, "This is Sparkles, the fish of the household."
Belle reached out and shook her hand, "I've never had the pleasure!"
Sparkles gave a big friendly smile, "Up until now I've been confined in a tank."
Behind Sparkles and Driller was an orange snake girl with her head hung low. She wore a black t-shirt with a grotesque band design and a pair of soft yellow cargo pants. No tail.
"Is this your pet?" asked Belle.
"One of them." said Driller, "Most of them were so spooked at their sudden lifestyle change that they could barely stand. We left them at home."
Sparkle slapped the snake on the back, "Introduce yourself, Abby."
The snake looked like it pained her to even look in Belle's eyes. Belle or anyone else. She opened her mouth, "Hello... dog."
Driller and Sparkle laughed. Belle stepped aside to gesture at her two rabbit pets. Arthur and Alyssa stared back with eyes consumed with a quiet insanity. They were miles away.
Driller looked down at their pants. Their pee soaked pants were hard to overlook. Driller chuckled, "They must be excited to be your pets." That got a chuckle out of Sparkles.
The park was alive with lots of myumanized animals. Those that were masters were confident, calm, and had tails. They commanded their pets. The pets were tailless and terrified. Belle smiled when she saw a gerbil master forcing her gerbil pet to run around on all fours. The pet looked so humiliated.
Belle and the others said their goodbyes and she and her two rabbits continued their walk. As they walked, Belle started to smell a stench from the younger rabbit, but ignored it. The smell wasn't too bad and the young rabbit could suffer having pooped her pants.
Belle crossed paths with another newly appointed master: Pixie the cat. She was overweight, but stylish. There was also Geffa, a myumanoid black dragon and there was Bugsy, a regular-shaped raccoon on Geffa's shoulder wearing some clothes.
"Good evening," said Belle.
Pixie grinned, "How's it going, dog?"
Belle chuckled, "Taking my pets out for a walk." She said, "Yourself?"
Pixie scritched her neck, "My pets, well- the one's that are in town- they are busy getting... busy." She looked around the horizon. Between the night darkness setting in and the multitudes of naked animal people around she couldn't see any of her pets. "They're somewhere around here."
"Are these lettuce-eaters your pets?" asked the raccoon.
Belle giggled, "Lettuce-eaters" She nodded, "Yes. Arthur and Alyssa."
Geffa walked forward, with a sinister smile. Arthur, who had previously seemed unaware of any other person around, his eyes darted on Geffa. He watched her like a mouse to the predator eagle.
Geffa got up in his face, "This one looks like a very big snack."
Arthur's pupils shrunk to specks. There was a loud FLORP and then a tinkling sound. Arthur's pants already wet with his urine, ran with pee yet again, beads of it drips off of his legs and onto the ground. A wet and wild symphony of BLARTS and PBBTS ran behind him.
Geffa chuckled deeply, stepping back to get out of the splashzone and the vicinity of the odor. Bugsy laughed hysterically and slapped his knee, "Poor bastard re-peed his pants!"
Pixie giggled and put a hand to her cheek, "Oh my!"
Belle looked at Arthur, pee dripping from his slacks once again. The mess his made in his pants was pushing them out and the odor was thick, but Belle also found it gratifying and needed to get used to it anyway. Her pet crapping his pants was likely going to be a recurring thing.
Belle got a little chuckle out of it herself, "Alright. I would love to stay but I got to get these two home," She looked at both of them- spooked and soiled, "They both need changes."
Geffa, Pixie, and Bugsy waved them out. The three of them walked home with Arthur and Alyssa in front. For Belle, Arthur's bowel movement was in plain few and she didn't mind the occasional pet or master seeing Arthur like that.
There was an odor in the air on the way home.
Getting back to the house brought the odor into the room. The rabbits didn't seem too upset by their accidents either. They were still dazed although Arthur was starting to come out of it.
Belle turned on some lights. She looked at her two pets, and huffed.
"Alyssa," said Belle, "Come with me to your room. We'll get you changed." She looked up at Arthur, "Arthur, get to the washroom and undress. Put your dirty clothes into the garbage can."
Alyssa took Belle's hand and they walked down the hall into Alyssa's room. Arthur walked down the hall behind them and turned into the bathroom, shutting the door. Even if dazed, Arthur could still follow commands.
There was a tall standing plastic garbage can in the corner of the room. Arthur took off the top and put it behind the sink. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. They hid the ground with a muffled thud, and he could hear the wetness on them. His underwear was already falling off his legs, the weight of the load pushing them down. He got ahold of them and slowly lowered them into his pants.
If there was anything that would take him out of his daze, it was having to slide down a pair of crap-filled underwear. He placed the loady underwear into his peed slacks and stepped out of the ruined garments. Wrapping it up so as little matter would escape the bundle, Arthur put the thing in the trash with a deep thud.
Cupping his hands around his butt to catch any stray waste, he waddled to the sink and reached down to turn on the faucet and shower head. He wasn't comfortable having a big mess on his butt and legs but he at least waited to the shower's water was the right temperature by removing his shirt and putting it on the towel rack.
He noticed something: his penis had grown in size. He hung flaccid but was thick and at about seven inches. Wow, what a cock. Even in his mind-boggling terror, he had to appreciate his refurbished member. Seven inches while flaccid, how big could it get?
Once the water was right, he went in and started washing off his waste, the water below turning an unpleasant color for a few minutes. He got it all clean and made sure to dig into the fur and get out all the waste.
Belle came in without knocking. Arthur reflexively covered his crotch and pull over a shower curtain.
"Don't hide from me," said Belle. "Stand up straight."
Arthur stood up, looking directly at Belle unflinchingly as the shower lasered on his head. Belle had a bundle of clothes. She looked into the trash can, "We take this out later."
She took a step in and saw the floor was wet. She carefully walked over to the toilet, set the clothes down and ripped off some toilet paper. She leaned down and wiped up the floor before tossing the paper into the trash. A wash of her hands.
"There's some new pants," said Belle.
Arthur nodded and Belle closed the door behind her. Having cleaned himself. Arthur turned off the shower.
It was time for dinner but Belle wasn't up for cooking anything. After her pets were cleaned up, they took to the kitchen table. Belle tossed them a bag of carrots from the fridge. The two ate the carrots, staring into space nibbling down one carrot after another.
It wasn't long before Alyssa had peed herself again. The rabbit girl sat there consuming her supper while a burst of wetness exploded on her pants and trickled down her legs, onto the floor. Belle looked underneath the table and sighed but figured she'd wait until her supper was done to change her.
Then her dad did it too.
Arthur, still staring into space, let his bladder go, flooding his dining chair with liquid, it dripping off the sides. It went down his pant legs and dripped out the bottom onto the floor.
Belle collapsed her head into her hand, leaning on the table, "Orzlac should have brought me some diapers for you guys!"
After Alyssa was done her dinner, Belle took her into her bedroom to get changed... again. Alyssa began yawning and her eyes were having trouble keeping open so after getting clean clothes on, Belle put her into bed. She tucked the little rabbit in and the little rabbit went to bed.
She went back to the kitchen and saw Arthur sitting there, pants still wet from when he just pissed himself. She knew he would likely do it again before the night was over, so there wasn't a point in changing him.
She got out some newspaper and placed it on the couch. "Sit" she told him and he sat down on the paper. She sat beside him and the two watched TV together. An old action film, it was.
Arthur regained his expression, although slowly. At first he was staring at the screen like a zombie, but waves of emotion came over him. Discomfort, anxiety, fear, confusion. Glimpses of them appeared on his face.
"W, w, w," he couldn't make out the words. He tried a few times in a single minute, only making noise like a DJ scratching their table.
Belle was annoyed but patient. She knew he'd regain the ability to speak.
"W... why are... you doing this?" asked Arthur.
"Doing what?"
"Making me a rabbit," said Arthur, "Making me... a pet."
"I didn't make you a rabbit," said Belle, "You are my pet because that's what you are."
Arthur had no words. It was a concept he didn't know how to engage with. If he said he wasn't her pet, nothing would change. She clearly had the ability to control him with words alone.
Was Belle gone? Was the new collie that was their master the new Belle? The new Belle wasn't the adorable pet that Arthur has enjoyed for years. She was a myumanoid creature capable of making decisions.
Maybe that's what was most upsetting about the situation?
Arthur's concentration returned. After cycling through the same thoughts on his situation for the tenth time, his mind wandered to new things to concentrate on. The movie on TV was one he recognized. He forced himself to relax and focus on the movie, letting all his thoughts gravitate on the film.
Time passed. The plot moved forward. It was a generic action movie but Arthur recalled a lot of it when he saw it years ago. In that night of confusion and terror, finding something familiar was relaxing.
Perhaps too relaxing. As Arthur sat there, a quiet hiss came from within his pants. His pants, halfway dry from his previous accident, got dark and wet again. A puddle moved across the newspaper below, darkening and waving it.
Arthur watched and grimaced. Belle took a look over. She was hoping that her pet would learn to hold it but she wasn't surprised he couldn't. The pee traveled to the end of the newspaper and dripped on the couch.
Belle shifted a hand over and rubbed Arthur's thick forearm. She said, "You're finding this movie really intense, I suppose?"
He could feel the urine dancing through the fur on his butt and legs. He giggled. Or it was something that sounded like a giggle. His mouth was too neutral. But he sat there and giggled, watching the movie.
There was a crackle. Belle's ears perked up. There was FLORPING and PFFTING and FRRRRTING coming from behind Arthur. As he sat there giggling, the bunny man was relieving himself into his underwear, the feces taking seat in his pants.
The giggling continued as the sounds of crapping continued. Arthur's pants started to push out as they filled with another round of poop. He giggled like a dumb ape as he performed something a dumb ape would do.
Odor rose from Arthur's pants. It drifted and flowed towards Belle. She wafted at her nose, although there was no helping the unstoppable smells coming from her pet.
"First thing in the morning is me going to the store to get some diapers," said Belle.
She let Arthur sit in his mess. Arthur sat still as he could, making sure not to squirm so the amount of feces and piss his pants didn't feel so bad. It was small refuge for a bad situation, though. He could feel the pee go down his legs and he could feel the poop consume all around the back of his butt and around and under the thighs.
Belle would get used to it, she assumed. And then she did get used to it. But then she found the smell charming. The smell had character. She looked over at Arthur. Arthur turned his head shyly.
Belle's loins burned. There was something so primal about a person relieving themself in front of her. She wanted that energy inside of her.
She took his hand, "Let's go get your changed."
She took the remote and flicked off the TV. They got up together with Arthur wiggling in discomfort at all the mess he had in his pants. He took tiny steps as the two walked into the bedroom (formerly Arthur's bedroom but now Belle was the leader of the house).
While Arthur stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, carpet rubbing on his barefeet, Belle went to the kitchen to get a wet cloth and some garbage bags. When she came back she held the cloth in the hand and dropped the garbage bags by her feet.
"Alright, rabbit," said Belle, "Take off your pants."
Arthur unzipped his pants and pulled them down. A pair of underwear thoroughly crapped in were revealed. After letting the pissed pants drop, he took hands on his underwear and carefully lowered it. With hands as gentle as a harpist, he placed his monumentally crapped underwear into his pants.
Arthur looked back, "N, now what?"
Belle took a cloth to Arthur's behind and began wiping. The mess was vast so Arthur was standing for awhile. Belle let a lot of material drop down onto the ground, in Arthur's garments. It took awhile but she cleaned him up.
The cloth was looking nasty so she dropped it in a garbage bag and after asking Arthur to step out of his pants, she picked them up and put them in the bag. Not all the mess was cleaned up though.
She took the garbage bag to the door but when out to get some paper towels from the kitchen. When she returned to the room, Arthur was facing the doorway, big cock in plain view. Arthur reflexively covered it.
Belle sighed, "Not this again. Take away your hands."
Against his will, Arthur's arms pulled away. His dick dangled there. Looked about eight inches.
Belle handed Arthur a few sheets of paper towel, "Clean your rear. I'll take the front."
Belle patted down Arthur's thighs while Arthur patted his ass. She worked her way up Arthur's waist to his member. Arthur flinched when she touched his sack and dabbed the top of his cock with a towel.
He giggled and gave an awkward smile. He snerked and bit his lip.
She took the shaft in hand, feeling it grow and lengthen inside it. She let her fingers boat the ventral, a thumb riding along the bumps of the erect rod. Her palm rubbed the side. Arthur's cock rose, reach out in front of him. It was long and hard.
"My pet is quite endowed," Belle looked up and smiled, patting the top of Arthur's shaft, "Humongous!"
Arthur smiled goofily and curled his toes. They walked over to the bag by the door and put the dirty towels in the bag. Belle walked Arthur back into the center of the bedroom.
Belle looked at Arthur's shirt and tie. She took the tie, "Let's get these off, huh?"
Arthur loosened the tie and took it off while Belle undid the buttons on his shirt. They dropped the articles on the floor. Belle looked at Arthur. He was heavy set with a large furry belly.
Belle took a hand to Arthur's belly, "Looks like my pet needs to lose some weight. Get on the floor."
Arthur dropped to the floor, rather quickly for a man his size and his knees felt the brunt of him dropping on them. He was on all fours, nervous to what Belle wanted to do with him.
"Run around the room!" she said.
Arthur, awkwardly, ran around the room on all fours. It was hard for a myumanoid to run on all fours and it involved raising one's ass high and whipping out the legs in front and pulling them back to thrust himself. It was similar to how feral lapines ran but it wasn't meant for a myumanoid- especially one of heavy fat.
His scurrying around made loud thumps on the floor. Arthur himself was concerned at having his body controlled like that. He couldn't stop it but at least it didn't hurt too much. He could feel his enlarged rod hanging from his body, waggling with the running.
"Come here!" said Belle.
Arthur immediately pivoted towards Belle. He walked up and squatted in front of her. Belle pointed at the crotch of her pants, "Sniff."
Arthur didn't want to but he couldn't resist. He leaned in and sniffed at Belle's crotch. It was embarassing but then the pheromones took his nose and it was irresistable. Arthur instinctually knew that Belle craved him. His dick poked up and got steel hard!
Belle giggled, "I must admit, pet... I am wanting you." She took a foot and raised it to the bottom of Arthur's cock. Clawed toes gently caressed its skin. The cock grew even longer, now clearly over a foot with a girth stretching over an inch in length.
Belle got down on the floor and splayed her legs, reaching her crotch to Arthur, "Do you want to feel?"
Arthur nodded. He reached forward and placed a hand on her crotch. It was so warm. Belle moaned and her tail whipped. Arthur rubbed, feeling her vulva through the pants. There were two clothed bumps inside here and Arthur wanted to scope the pants so that her vulva shaped prominently.
"Careful, pet," said Belle, "You're going to make your master..." she giggled, "glue her panties."
Arthur bit his lip and took his cock, stroking long strokes. Letting Arthur take away his hand, Belle closed her legs and rolled on her arms and knees, her ass facing Arthur. She looked back with a smile, "Undress my hindquarters."
Arthur shifted up and took hands to her pants and pulled them down, letting the tail glide through the hole in the back. The panties underneath had a similar design, with a hole for the tail. Arthur carefully leaned the tail down and lowered the panties, revealing faint webs of love honey coming from the collie's warm sex.
The rabbit jizzed a bit.
"Enter" said Belle, pants and panties around her knees.
Arthur climbed over and rested his big belly on Belle's back. His massive warship docked into her, parting the soft folds of her sex. Belle gasped for air as the big intrusion filled up inside her.
It dug into her, pushed out the walls of her sex, and began drilling. Thump thump thump thump thump, it dipped into her like the biggest mozzarella stick. All the anxiety, terror, and confusion that consumed Arthur that evening faded away with every thrust. His mind got lost in the primal pleasure of shoving his cock into a beautiful female specimen. Arthur closed his eyes, arched back, and let drool hang from his mouth.
Belle was having a better evening than Arthur beforehand but the feeling of her rabbit getting into her with his humongous rod made everything else vanish. All there was cock. Belle's eyes narrowed. A clumsy smile came across her face and some wet hung from her maw.
Arthur's huge fuzzy balls smacked against the thighs and bottom of Belle. Every whack was like an erotic punch, Arthur love to be given it, Belle love to be receiving it.
Belle arched her back and whimpered doggily. Her pet got so deep into her she thought he could uncover a diamond.
She panted, tongue hanging out, eyes thrown back in ecstasy. She squeezed her ass cheeks together just to hold that massive cock tighter. Arthur's flabby mass pushing into the surface of her cheeks was a good spanking she wanted.
Arthur leaned down and took an arm around her waist. He reached up and felt around for one of her tits. When he palmed it, he couldn't believe how big and firm it was. He thumbed it, squeezed it, and jiggled it. Big. Big and round.
Having her pet's fatty hand grope her breast made her blood flow hot. He pinched her nipple through her bra, like he was trying to milk her and for how could his cock was rattling around in her netherregions, Belle would gladly give milk for him.
Belle's sex held onto Arthur's massive rod like the best kind of attempted strangulation. His mind couldn't help but center on that hard cock massage. Robust vaginal walls pushed against the brick of his cock.
The collie could feel an orgasm coming on. With every thrust, it teetered towards her, flaring up her loins and her chest. She moaned and cradled her back towards and away from Arthur until the climax was pounding on the door.
She growled and barked. She barked into the wall in front of her like she was hallucinating a car driving by. Her nethers seeped with liquid, descending from her fleshy walls onto Arthur's hard cock.
She leaned back and howled, her feet curling with toe-claws scratching the carpet below.
Seeing his master howl in orgasm struck a bullseye to Arthur's ability to hold in his blast. He bit his lip and moaned coarsely and his thrusts leaked his jizz. First, small bursts but Arthur let the cum take him over and the shots got bigger, firing large spurts of his product.
Arthur rubbed his head into the collie's cheek as she howled and he grunted. Hump, hump, hump, hump. Every time Arthur's huge ass rammed into Belle's hindquarters, little drips of their mixed sex liquids crept down onto the floor.
It felt so good to free their loins. Rubbing their bodies together and letting the genitals spray juices at each other, nothing could be better! They grunted, howled and seeped at each other.
Arthur had shot his load into his master. He pulled out and fell back on his big butt. Belle collapsed on the ground. The two panted heavily. It was great for both of them and it seemed too good to be true for Arthur but when he looked up at his collie master and saw her staring back with a toothy smile, he knew that more was to come!
Belle leaned up and took off her blazer. There was a red dress shirt underneath so she udid the buttons to reveal a huge rack. Removing her bra allowed full sight to her round breasts. Arthur glowed when he saw his master's cute nips.
Belle motioned Arthur to lay down on his back. The fat rabbit laid down on the carpet, mound of fuzzy fat pointing up at the ceiling. Belle crawled over and rubbed her hands into it, getting a nice feel for her rabbit's fat.
The massage got the attention of Arthur's cock. Still wet from infiltrating the collie's nethers, it rose. It hardened and built like a tower. The foreskin peeled back to let the tip blossom upward.
Belle took the cock and let its tip poke into her palms. She thumbed it and let it rub along her fingers. She leaned the cock against her torso and held it there, gently. She let it rub against her navel and skim over her pussy as she lifted herself up and then dropped down onto it, letting it pole her. With her knees around Arthur's waist, she rode him.
She moaned and Arthur smiled widely, drool wetting his chin. He curled his toes. Belle lifted and dropped, and rode his cock. Arthur's eyes split and he grunted lowly like a dog talking in his sleep.
Belle smiled wide, drool flowing all over her maw. Her tongue hung out the front of it between her teeth. Her eyes looked to the roof, wild with ecstasy. She panted with every rub onto Arthur.
Belle's breasts jiggled with the movement, and so did Arthur's fatty stomach. They lost themselves into their erotic connection: Belle feeling like she was going to be split in half by Arthur's long cock drilling up into her and Arthur feeling like the rest of his body was going to vanish from existence with his cock feeling so pleasured by Belle's vaginal cave.
While Arthur's cock tip drilled into Belle's nethers, poking into her deepest point, they grunted. They grunted and drooled like idiots, letting it whip and snap everywhere. It flowed from Arthur's mouth onto the carpet.
Belle's cooch took Arthur's cock like a glove. It craved it's solid mass inside her. It sucked in his cock like a black hole. It pulled and tugged his cock deeper inside. Arthur could feel it stretching like he had put it in a penis pumper.
"Nnnngh" groaned Arthur.
He geysered and feeling cum fill up her sex caused Belle to climax too. She whimpered and barked and their combined fluids seeped out from Belle's nethermouth, getting all over Arthur's fuzzy balls and onto the floor. Arthur pumped into her, squirming around like a rabbit escaping preydom and Belle rocking on him like she was sawing a log.
Their mix of barking, squonking, grunting, and yelping filled the room and then they sunk, catching their breaths and letting the last tugs of their climax wring out of them.
Belle gathered some strength in her legs and pulled herself off of Arthur's cock. The cock fell flacid and they both dripped from their genitals.
That wasn't enough for the collie though. She walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge. When Arthur turned to see what she was doing, she lifted her legs up, feet high in the air and sex plainly visible.
Arthur got up and walked over, hardening cock already bouncing with every step. He reached out and rubbed up the bottom of Belle's thighs, tickling her vulva. Belle moaned and her feet swayed together, toeclaws brushing down the other foot's fur. She held her legs and framed her vulva like a fuzzy warp gate.
He took one of her legs and rubbed his cheek against the calf. He held the legs, rubbing a thumb down the backs of them, and took his cock up to the collie's sex. It paused outside her hole, getting big and hard.
And then it went in. Round three. Arthur's dick was surrounded and welcomed by the collie's hot netherregions and Belle's vag was rammed by a large, hard sex log.
The drilling began. With flabby ass cheeks that jiggled each time he pushed forward. His face scrunched with an expression of strife. It was a rough, dramatic fuck.
Belle bit her lip and dipped her head down, her eyes narrowing. The sausage drilling into her was overwhelming and her body shook with excitement. Two hands to the edge of the bed, claws digging into the sheets.
Her feet twitched and bent in Arthur's hands. Arthur had her legs resting on his face and his face into her legs' flesh. He grunted with every pump.
They were two sacks of meat, wrestling with each other to feel the deepest feeling. Unf unf unf unf. Belle was the master of Arthur and Arthur was her pet but in that moment Belle saw Arthur as an equal: an equal that she couldn't imagine being without. A world where Arthur didn't have his huge cock inside her? She couldn't imagine.
It had been awhile since Arthur had got any, but fucking Belle felt so familiar, like they had been doing it for years. His long rod stirring her pot; it was familiar. His balls smacking against her fuzzy taint; familiar. Them staring at each other, Belle exposing her big breasts and Arthur showing off his big belly; familiar.
Arthur moaned coarsely and his cannon fired its load like a water tower bursting. He sprayed into her, powerful and passionate. He stood up on his toes, clenched his asscheeks, leaned back to throw out his big belly forward, and arched his head back to howl at the ceiling.
Seeing her pet howl as hard as his rabbity self could got Belle's loins flaring up. Her inner dens quaked with pleasure and broiled with desire. Ooze flowed from her and the shock of her orgasm spread over her body.
She howled and kicked her legs, grinding against her pets rapid thrusts. His cock could have splintered her hipbone. Her toes fanned out. Her torso clenched and her tongue hung out of her mouth and she drooled. In the midst of her climax, she let go of control of her mouth and let saliva spin all over herself.
They shared a song of orgasmic animal noises. Liquid seeped from them, sliming the bedsheets at the edge of the mattress. It splashed the fabric and coated the fur on Arthur and Belle's taint.
They grunted and moaned, pushing out the last ounces of their climax. Arthur fell back down on his heels and dropped forward, his big belly hanging in front of him. His cock came out, covered in slime and juice. It hung over his big balls, still thick with arousal.
Belle dropped her legs over the bed and fell back, gasping for air. Arthur took to her side and laid down on his back too. Both gasping and catching their breath for a minute. After a minute, Belle looked at Arthur and waited for him to notice her smile before climbing on the bed and up to the pillows. She waited for Arthur to sit up so she could spread her body over the bed. when Arthur looked at her she gestured behind her and Arthur moved back to look up her body, in doggy position, tail lifted in welcome and toes wriggling with anticipation.
Arthur slid onto her, his belly sinking into the furry contours of her back and his rod hinging into her sex. He took his arms onto the bed and began thrusting. Belle bit her lip and let her body embrace Arthur's hard drilling.
It was like a mining pick chipping away at her gems. Hard but so precious. To Arthur it was like seeing how far down he could get into her tunnels. Deeper, deeper, deeper... It was like his cock was tickling the chin of a beast hidden at the end of an endless cave.
Arthur had never fucked in that bed before, but he could have gotten used to it. But it wasn't his bed anymore, but Belle's. She owned it and she owned him.
But he was always welcome in her bed. He fucked her so good, making her vaginal lips whistle with delight as his massive tanker rubbed against them. Belle loved to have her pet in bed. What else was she to do but get mated hard and long?
Arthur let his mind be taken away to primordial earth when there were no houses or huts and people mated in the middle of the jungle floor. That's all Arthur and Belle were in that moment, two people fucking like wild animals.
Belle looked up to see Arthur's scrunched face and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She pursed her lips and howled. The walls and ceiling of the bedroom vibrated with her mighty canine croon. Juices seeped from her.
Arthur couldn't hold it either. He groaned and grabbed the mattress below. His thrusting sped up and he fired, white spunk leaking from Arthur and Belle's hindquarters. It splashed on their legs and onto the bed.
A duet of howling and grunting and then it slowed and the two animals collapsed on the bed, catching their breath. Arthur's body was tingly, from the tip of his ears to the claw of his toes, but the sensation was prominent on his penis.
Belle's cooch was in pain with such a relentless rubbing but it was a good pain. The friction burn was throbbing but sweet. Belle laid there and stretched out her legs to give her worked-out cooch some air.
They laid there for what felt like minutes, messy blankets kicked to the floor and Arthur's leg resting in a pool of sex liquids. Then Belle turned to Arthur and said, "This is no longer your bed, but I would have you in it every night!"
Arthur said nothing. The exhaustion came over him and he fell asleep. Belle soon followed.
Geffa asks Randal to help with some of the college's administration work but Geffa is not one to leave lower beings alone and turns the afternoon chore into a session of an astounding creation of life.
INSTANT MOMMY: A LESSON IN REALITY
It was an upbeat night in Pixie's household. The commanding sorceress Geffa had taken to her office and shut the door, busy with work. Pixie herself was in the kitchen, cooking up tonight's supper.
When Pixie was uplifted from a simple housecat into an myumanoid being, she was gifted many kinds of intelligences, including one of cooking. She was making chicken dumplings, stuffing balls of dough with pieces of chicken then putting them on a stovetop steamer.
Patricia, her pet great dane (formerly myuman), was her assistant for the evening. The first wave of making dinner was Pixie feeding herself where she would eat most of the finished dumplings she had cook. She also handed Patricia some dumplings to eat. It felt weird to be handed dinner like what Pixie was doing to her, but Patricia figured she shouldn't complain since she didn't have to eat out of a dog bowl on the floor, as was the rule for pets in that household. Eating while on two feet was nice.
Pixie was wearing a sunflower-colored blouse and a pair of pleated pants with wide legs. The bottoms of her pants swayed above the tops of her barefeet. The blouse was roomy and allowed a lot of comfort for her fatty midsection. She also had an apron on.
Patricia was wearing a t-shirt. It was bright orange and whatever design it had at the front was covered by her apron. She had straight-cut denim black jeans on too. The apron was the insulting article: on the front it said YOU CAN PAY ME IN COCK then it had a picture of a rooster's face on the bottom.
"Where did this apron come from anyway?" asked Patricia, stretching it out to look at the front.
Pixie looked over for a moment to see what she was talking about, "What? Oh. I do not know. I think Bugsy got it."
Pixie took a dumpling out the steamer and looked at it. It looked done, so she put it down on a plate beside the stove. Another one looked done, so it joined the first on the plate.
After it cooled a bit, Pixie picked it up and chomped it down in a few bites. Delicious, but she'd have to make some for other members of the house. She picked up the other and hovered it before Patricia's snout.
"Eat," said Pixie.
Patricia couldn't stop herself from chomping down the dumpling out of Pixie's clawed fingers! It took a couple big bites then a loud swallow.
Patricia chuckled nervously, "If you and me keep eating them, there will be none left for the others."
"There will be plenty," said Pixie. She looked at the bowl of dough and meat in front of her, "There is plenty of dough and chicken." She walked over to the fridge for a moment, peeking inside, "And there's plenty leftover salad from last night."
"You know, Pixie" said Patricia, "I don't need my master to tell me when to eat."
Pixie took out another dumpling and let it cool before plopping it into Patricia's mouth, "Yes, you do." She watched deviously as Patricia uncomfortably ate the dumpling.
'Yes, get fatter.' thought Pixie.
Bugsy was in the living room watching TV. A commercial with a wolf guy trying to sell a 'wild vacation' came on TV, so Bugsy took the moment to go check on supper. He vaulted over the couch, ran across the floor on all fours, climbed up the endtable, through the partition and hopped down on the small desk at the edge of the kitchen. Bugsy took a look at the papers he fell on and they were a bunch of college pamphlets that were a few years out of date. Someone ought to clean them up, he thought.
"How's dinner coming along?" Bugsy slapped his shirt, "I'm starving!"
"It's coming along," said Pixie. "I'd ask you to help but the cooking space in full." She looked at Patricia patting some chicken into the dumpling dough and gave her a playful hipcheck. Patricia didn't seem to like it.
Bugsy hopped on the ground and walked over to up to Patricia's feet. With no warning, he jumped onto her pant leg and climbed up.
"Hey!" said Patricia, "What are you doing?"
"Using you as a ladder," said Bugsy. He climbed onto the back of her thighs, tugging her black jeans. He climbed up to her big round butt, taking a moment to appreciate its form and firmness. The lack of tail made clinging on the belt and feeling the bottom of Patricia's back especially pleasurable.
Bugsy clinged to Patricia's t-shirt and felt a bit of flab underneath. The dog was putting on pounds. Rubbing a foot one final time across the top of Patricia's ass, Bugsy made his way around her flabby center and hopped over to the counter beside a plate of resting dumplings.
Patricia took two hands to the waistline of her belt, "You nearly pantsed me!"
"Nah I didn't." said Bugsy, "Your ass is too big for the waistline to get around."
He let a dumpling cool and then picked it up, its size like a medicine ball. He had to take small bites into the doughy flesh. Steam rose from the wound he left. He chewed and swallowed.
"Eh, not bad ladies!" said Bugsy.
Bugsy sat up and looked into the bowl with all the cooked chicken. They were sliced into small strips and seasoned with a variety of spices and herbs. The aroma was zesty and appetizing.
Pixie picked up a dumpling and brought it up to Patricia's face.
Patricia put a hand up shyly, "No no, I am full."
"Eat." said Pixie.
Patricia couldn't help it. She chomped, chewed and swallowed. Pixie had a couple herself.
"You girls can really put them away!" said Bugsy, tapping a foot against Patricia's flabby front.
"Those of us over forty pounds need more than one to fulfill our hunger," said Pixie with a sharp look in her eye.
"If I was your size I could clean a plate or two!" said Bugsy before taking a bite into the chicken center.
Despite feeding them out of bowls, Patricia took the time to make her pets' dinner look right. She laid a bed of salad and then gently placed a ring of dumplings inside her pets' dogbowls. Patricia had already had a lot to eat so Pixie excluded her. Pixie wanted Patricia to put on some weight but she didn't want to overstuff her pet so much that she got sick.
Bugsy had enough with a single dumpling so he went back to his TV, but Geffa descended from her office to sit down for some dinner. She wore a beige knit sweater. It sagged and flowed with her body, especially her prominent bosom. She also wore an olive green skirt. It went down to her knees, allowing her shiny black calves out.
She walked on carpet and tile floor on barefeet with tiny claws at the end of the each toe, clacking on the kitchen surface.
"I've got a lot of work to do," said Geffa, "Classes are starting in a few days."
Geffa had taken the role of dean at the local community college Barksville CC. What was once a regular college with myuman students now was an enchanted college with zooman students, magical teachers, and other mystical properties. Classes were to be back in session in just a few days.
Pixie's had a lot to eat during the cooking process but that didn't mean she wasn't going to have seconds! Her plate was stacked with dumplings. Bugsy sat at the table nibbling some lettuce from a salad but otherwise he had his full.
"That's a shame" said Pixie, plopping a dumpling into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed most of it before continuing, "I'm having Belle over."
Geffa tapped her chin with a clawed finger, "Belle, Belle... Oh, is she that collie with the two rabbit pets?" She crossed her arms, "She is too lenient on her pets."
"She is rather nice to Arthur," said Pixie, "They are practically husband and wife."
Bugsy laughed, "That's one way to get yourself a wife- marry your dog!"
Geffa huffed a flare out of her nostrils, "No master should have that kind of relationship with their pet." Everyone could hear the outrage in Geffa's voice.
"You're not going to do something if they come over?" asked Pixie.
Geffa shook her head, "I'm not going to harm them. I may criticize them."
Geffa leered over at the dogs on the floor. They quietly ate their dumplings out of their doggy bowls. After a long spell of humiliating punishments, Pixie eased up so the only irregularities that Pixie subjected to her pets was that they- being dogs- had to eat out of dog bowls on the floor.
Randal noticed the glare and raised his head to look. He stared back with anxious eyes.
"Come here, pup," said Geffa.
Pixie was usually the one to assert direct control of the Randal and his fellow pets. Pixie could say a command and a pet would follow it uncontrollably. But this time it was Geffa saying it.
Randal's body moved on its own anyway. He crawled on all fours up to her chair at the table, disturbed with his lack of control. He stopped before Geffa and Geffa reached out to pet his head, rubbing claws through Randal's hair and fur.
Geffa reached out a hand, "Shake."
Randal raised a hand for Geffa to shake. Pixie and Bugsy chuckled quietly. Geffa told Randal to roll over and he laid down on the kitchen for and tossled a few times, his knee smacking the door of a floor cupboard. Geffa told Randal to sit and he leaned up then squatted down with his arms out front.
"Speak," said Geffa.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
Geffa cut Randal off, "No, bark!"
Randal let out a bark.
Geffa chuckled and patted Randal's head again, "I'm going to need some assistance in my office after dinner. I'll take Randal here inside."
Randal was equal parts excited and worried. On the one hand, Geffa was cruel and liked to harass pets like him. On the other hand, Geffa and him had amazing sex at college a couple nights before. What was his fate going to be?
Randal finished his dinner and brought his bowl to the counter for cleaning. Geffa walked up beside him and slid her plate on the counter with it. It was hard to eat dinner without getting some on your face when you are eating out of a bowl so Randal ripped off a paper towel and wiped his maw. Tossing it into the trash, he followed Geffa into her office.
The office was once Patricia's bedroom, but it was no longer. The bed was removed as was many furnitures. Was the shelf in the corner full of books once Patricia's shelf? Randal didn't know. There was a desk with a computer on top, it must have been Geffa's. There was also a couch and a couple cupboards although their wooden doors were closed and Randal couldn't see what's inside. The walls were adorned with some nice art like flower pots, a beach landscape, and above the couch a large painting of topless rodent lady sitting beside a pleasant pond.
Geffa walked up to the desk, and picked up a stack of papers. She turned around and gave them to Randal. "I need help sorting these."
Randal looked at them. The top page had a picture of a cat girl named Rytea. There were statistics on the side like her age, height, and weight. She was also completely naked in her photo, her petite vulva out in the open.
He looked at a few other papers and they were all stat sheets with nude photos. Many of them were zoomans but there were myumans too. He realized that they were all students at Barksville.
"What are all these?" asked Randal, "Student... profiles?"
"Yep," said Geffa as she sat behind her desk.
"Why is everyone naked?" asked Randal.
"It's a mostly medical document," said Geffa, "not a yearbook photo. Set aside your dignity." She picked up a stack of papers herself, "I need you to sort them out. Sort them into three stacks: myumans that are still... myumans, zoomans with a master, and zoomans without master."
"Right." said Randal. He looked around.
"Sit down on the sofa," said Geffa.
Randal settled down on the sofa and got to sorting. The cat girl Rytea: Randal looked around for master information. Underneath the place of residence, there was a field: Master. Rytea's master was someone named Speck.
He put Rytea on his left and the next person was a myuman guy. He put that sheet to his right. The were a few pets and then a kangaroo guy with no master. The kangaroo had a cock that surpassed Randal's own in size. It hung down the man's thighs, thick and firm, with a large round sac behind. Randal put the sheet beside the other zoomans.
Geffa was sorting out the papers too, her with her own stack. For all the cosmic magic she had, she didn't have the ability to fast forward through this kind of clerical work. She looked up at her borrowed pet, making sure he was working diligently. He was making decent speed. Perhaps he was useful for more than just sexual pleasure.
It was only a couple days ago that Geffa had Randal come visit her at the college and then proceeded to fuck him for a couple hours. Randal loved fucking a creature as hot as Geffa multiple times and Geffa loved it too although she didn't like to admit that a lowly mortal like Randal could inspire such immense sexual gratification.
Randal got through the sheets and recognized a few myumans from school and some of the zoomans. Did he fuck this chickadee girl? He couldn't remember. In the last few weeks he had been with all sorts of girls and he couldn't keep track.
When pets were uplifted in the neighborhood and their myuman owners were turned into zoomans, usually the specie is one of a popular kind of pet: dog, cat, fish, and rodents. While there were non-pet animals like a bear or a meerkat or a dinosaur, those were usually outside the pet-master neighborhood that Randal occupied.
Zoomans like Henry the mandrill were the exception. He was not a pet specie but had a master in Gandalf the dog. There was a field for his former specie of a tabby cat. He was curious but didn't want to bother the dragon with stories on how a cat became an ape.
The myumans, it was weird to see them naked, especially since he knew some of them from his former myuman life. Would they want him to see such revealing photos without their permission? Probably not. He was surprised to see that an annoying classmate of his was endowed.
Randal found Todd's picture. The picture made Todd's dick look pretty big. He was of course attributed to Pixie. There was an additional note: 'Questioning diapers.' Randal smirked.
Elizabeth's profile was a few sheets down and she had many of the same technical points that Todd had, expectedly. Randal stared at Elizabeth's form. Her naked collie body was so beautiful and inviting. She didn't look like a roommate but a female he could meet out in the wilderness. She would present to him and they would mate on the floor, barking and howling like nobody's business!
The thought gave Randal some firmness in his pants. While every pet in the house was under cruel punishment and humiliation thus reducing them to beasts, Randal and Elizabeth found it so easy to fuck each other. They would had done it anywhere. After their punishments were revoked and Randal and Elizabeth had to see each other as people again, there was an awkwardness. They weren't attracted to each other anymore.
Geffa sorted the profiles diligently. She smirked, "Look who it is..."
"Who?" asked Randal, thinking it was him and getting a little smirk.
Geffa listed off details, "White-furred cat, black hair, weighs more than 300 pounds."
Randal smiled letting out a tooth into the room's light, "Brandy..."
Geffa nodded and flipped the profile around to show Randal. It was Brandy and all her weight and nakedness, "That's the one." She turned the page back towards her, "So I hear that you two had quite the session when you visited Donna's house yesterday."
Brandy was a cat girl in the neighborhood that Randal took an attraction to the night the area was transformed. It took a few weeks for Randal to get around to seeing the large cat again but he went to her house, or rather the house of her owner Donna. Brandy was the pet of Donna, an uplifted bulldog and shared the house with Eustice, a panda lady with a similar origin to Geffa.
Randal nodded, fidgeting with his hands and fidgeting with his feet in an innocent kind of way, "Yeah. Donna and Eustice left me and Brandy alone and we..." Randal knew there wasn't any reason to be shy but still felt embarrassed, "we had a lot of sex."
Geffa rolled her eyes, "Of course you did you, you tameless beasts."
"We also talked," said Randal, "We talked about what it's like to be a..." he was trying to use the proper terminology, "zooman. We talked about what it was like being myuman."
"And what was it like, pet?" asked Geffa.
"It feels fake at this point," said Randal.
"It might as well be," said Geffa, "So you two are a couple now? Romantic partners?"
Randal nodded, "Yeah. We're officially boyfriend and girlfriend. But we're still having sex with other people."
"That's for the best," said Geffa. She laid down the piece of paper and took to her keyboard. The computer wasn't on but with magic it didn't matter. Words appeared on Brandy's profile sheet.
"I'm writing her down as your romantic partner," she said, "I'm also writing her down as a bedwetter." Geffa looked up and smiled with sharp teeth exposed, "I talked with Eustice last night. Brandy's has a little nighttime problem, doesn't she?"
Randal knew that Geffa was trying to humiliate him with Brandy as a proxy, but he smiled gently. What could he do but be honest, "Yeah. When I arrived there yesterday morning, she had just peed the bed."
Geffa tossed her head back and laughed, "You're so upfront about it!"
"I don't see any reason for me to lie," said Randal. "She wet the bed when I went there and she had done it before but..." he shrugged, "I don't mind. I've peed myself and I've been around others who did and I guess I'm used to it."
"Rolling around with the unwashed it seems," Geffa put Brandy's profile aside. "So you are boyfriend to a morbidly obese cat girl who wets the bed?"
Randal smiled again, "Yeah. I love her." he bit his lip, "And I love fucking her so much."
Geffa rolled her eyes, "Pitiful sentimentality."
Her words were dismissive but Geffa felt deep down that Randal's love for Brandy was cute. He found Brandy so beautiful and was unphased by her peeing the bed like an infant. It was respectable, even. For a lower grade of being anyway.
The two continued sorting out their papers. Randal got to his own. The picture showed off his long penis quite nicely and his balls looked a decent size. His gut also looked a little big.
"Found me." said Randal.
"And how are you looking?" said Geffa with a curl of a smile, "Rather large, I presume."
Randal chuckled. He looked at his photo, "When was this taken?" He couldn't remember having his picture taken.
"It wasn't." said Geffa, "The image is fabricated through magic. I can do it for anyone." She snapped her fingers and another sheet of paper popped into the air and floated down on the stack in Randal's hands. It was a picture of professor Thompson, one of Randal's professors who was turned into a budgie. Naked as the rest of them, Thompson's large penis was in full display.
Randal chuckled, but then noticed a few details on Thompson's sheet. He was expecting offspring with a girl named 'Sabrina'. Randal blinked, "Professor Thompson knocked someone up?"
Geffa chuckled, "He doesn't know about it... yet."
Randal shuffled through a few more sheets and found a student with the 'Children' field filled in. Farah, a chubby lizard girl with a tribal tattoo below her navel, was expecting a child with a guy named Monny.
"Some of the students are pregnant." said Randal.
"That's what happens when enough seed is passed to enough wombs." Geffa snarked, rubbing her feet together, "Think about it, this might happen to you and that fatty cat friend of yours."
The thought sent chills down Randal's spine but then he thought about his love Brandy having his child. Getting pregnant for him, them sharing a child together. His spine chill turned into a heart warm and a small part of his brain wished that Brandy would get pregnant.
"Maybe that's not a bad thing." said Randal.
Geffa let out a sharp laugh into the air, teeth out shining in the bedroom light. She smacked the desk, "Incredible! You really do love that girl, don't you? You lower beings are such romantics..." Geffa licked her lips and stared at Randal, "I bet she thinks the same of you. She has a thought for your goofy dog face and wants to have your children!" Geffa followed it up with a strong giggle, "She would love to bloom for you, pet."
Randal was curious, "Can you get pregnant?"
The smile faded and she chuffed, "The question is not whether I can get pregnant, it's whether or not I need to. You may have noticed, with my incredible POWER I can create life out of nothing! I turned your housemate's feral pet cat into a functional myumanoid being. Does it seem like I need a womb to produce offspring?"
Randal smirked, "I guess you have a point."
"But to answer your question," said Geffa gesturing her figure, "These myumanoid bodies can get pregnant. Your girlfriend's housemate Eustice..." Eustice, the neighborhood panda woman, motherly and string, "she prefers the primitive way to make offspring when the urge finds her."
Randal and checked out his work while Geffa talked. He looked at the next sheet: a confident, handsome, and buff German Shepherd was in the photo, hefty cock displaying for Randal's eyes. Those testicles were massive! He might have been thinking of throwing some of that away because it was written 'Thinking of becoming a female.' Randal was shocked.
Geffa scratched the top of her chest, "If I need a person, I simply will it." She paused, "Like, for example, what if I needed a moose girl to keep you company?"
"What abo-?" then Randal stopped and realized what she was going to do. Before Randal had a chance to saying anything further, a moose girl appeared in the middle of the room. No glow, no spark- the moose girl appeared. Tall, chesty, and wearing a white shirt underneath a plaid jacket and a pair of jeans.
Randal stared at the girl for a moment. What would she do? Would she be able to talk? What would she be like?
"Could you stop staring at me?" asked the moose girl.
"Uhhh" said Randal.
The moose waved a hand in front of Randal's face, "Anyone home?" She turned to Geffa, "Did you zap his mind?" Back to Randal, "Is he gonna pee his pants?"
Randal came to terms with the fact that a new lifeform was just created in front of him. He blinked and thought of a question to ask, "Uh, what's your name?"
"Deborah," said the moose, "I suppose you want to sniff me?"
Randal didn't want to sniff anyone but he felt like he had to unless he was reprimanded by Pixie or Geffa. He leaned into the moose girl's jeans and took a whiff. The smell of vagina entered his nose. It was nice and earthy with a hint of confidence and experience.
"Deborah," said Geffa, "would you help the pooch sort out the sheets?"
Deborah took a seat beside Randal and folded out a hand. Randal split his stack in half and gave it to her. He was about to tell her how to sort the sheets but she assured him she knew. Tapping her hooftoes on the carpet, she sorted them like Geffa asked Randal, occasionally stopping to gawk at some details like 'incontinent' or 'cannot speak'.
She picked one out and held it for Randal to see. It was a parrot of green color. She took a finger to some special information: the parrot boy had "a masturbation addiction."
"He can't stop wanking!" said Deborah with a big smile.
Randal wasn't sure what he was looking at. Was Deborah really a new lifeform, created less than ten minutes ago, or was it some trick? The truth forced him to accept that Geffa was an absurdly powerful being, and she could do horrifying things with ease.
"So, uh," said Randal, "where are you from?"
Deborah shrugged, "Round here."
"H-how old are you?" asked Randal wondering if she would acknowledge being less than an hour old.
"Old enough to get beer for you," said Deborah.
The indirect answers made Randal nervous. She wasn't interested in his questions, which made her feel more real. And she was real, even if she had just come into existence. That loop of facts circled in his head.
He tried to shift attention to his papers. There was a hen girl with brown feathers. She had some hips on her and her breasts were large. In the info space, it was written that the hen had 'therianthropy'.
"What's 'therianthropy'?" asked Randal, the question was aloud but directed at Geffa.
"With a body like that," said Deborah, "I hope she is generous!"
"It's a mental condition," said Geffa, sliding a sheet of paper onto a stack. "A person with therianthropy will experience periods of sudden feralism."
Deborah smiled with her big teeth out, "That's when they act like apes, right?" She giggled, "One of my neighbors was like that the other day. He ran around on all fours and was howling!" She gave Randal a shove, "I was thinking of boning him but he was a popular customer that night!"
Randal's discomfort made his heart beat weakly. Every utterance of the moose girl was a betrayal. He didn't know how to respond to the spontaneous lifeform. If he joked around with her, it would have been strained. He didn't want to joke with her. He was offended by her facade of intelligence. He knew it was hateful to reject her zoomanity as he did, but he couldn't help it.
He turned to his sheets. Some in the myuman pile, some in the zooman with a master pile and some without a master. And then Randal came across a young myuman man named Gil that had a master. Despite him having "Spot" as a master, he hadn't been transformed into a pet. He was still a myuman.
"This guy is... a myuman," said Randal, "but he has a master."
Geffa looked up. She thought for a moment and then remembered, "Gil... Yes, his master likes to transform him into many different things. He's registered as a myuman for the sake of convenience. Put him with the pets."
Randal put Gil's sheet on the appropriate pile and continued with his work, but he had only tossed a few more profiles before he came across a very uncomfortable one.
Standing naked with all of her bits and tits out was Deborah, the nude moose on the sheet in Randal's hand.
He could only utter, "Uh..."
Deborah peeked over. She saw herself on the profile and smiled, "Looks like someone found my photo!" she leaned close to Randal, "Sorry I'm not decent!"
"No one ever is." said Geffa.
Randal swallowed hard. He read the sheet. Deborah, the pet of two masters: Stripe and Barley. Her species was listed as 'moose' as expected but she had a former specie: a cat.
"You were... a cat?" the question came out of Randal's mouth with little of his will.
Deborah nodded, "Yeh. That's what Myuyn transformed me into that first night." She giggled, "But Barley wanted a bigger woman for a bedmate so I got transformed into a moose." Deborah took her hands up to her breasts. She pushed them up through her white shirt, "Went from coffee cups to beef bowls."
Her knockers were huge. Her bosom protruded out of her flannel shirt, the white-clothed rack like hills. No, not like hills. Hills were not that round, and Deborah's chest was round.
Deborah peered over to her profile sheet. She looked at herself; it was a good photo to represent her. Her hips came off especially curvy.
"Barley also likes it when I moo when I climax," said Deborah. She giggled and leaned close to Randal, and she mooed lowly. It was a soft casual moo into Randal's ear. It was a moo so sweet that it felt like it could go on forever.
His mind told him that Deborah was a fake person but his body wasn't in agreement.
Deborah shifted closer to Randal and put a hand on his lap, but then she noticed something. There was a hard form inside his pants. Unprompted, she swatted the stack of papers away from Randal's lap and saw that he had an erection going down his left pant leg.
"Oh!" said Deborah.
Geffa looked up, "What is it? Did he wet his pants?"
"No," said Deborah. She grinned, "He's got a boner."
Randal gripped the couch and gritted his teeth nervously, knees squished together and his toes drilling the floor. Deborah helped herself to stroking down the shaft, feeling the warm throbbing member through Randal's pants.
Deborah snerked, "It's so thick."
A smile whipped on Randal's face. It was big and dumb and he giggled nervously while the moose girl stroked his shlong. Deborah leaned in and gave a sensual moo into his ear and she could feel his cock balloon even more.
"It is quite big, isn't it?" Geffa mused.
Deborah flicked her lips against her teeth and turned to Geffa, "Dean, do you mind if we take a break to... entertain ourselves?"
Geffa sighed performatively and grinned, "Fine."
Deborah took all the sheets, the stacks and what she and Randal had left, and walked them to Geffa's desk. She came back and motioned Randal to take off his shirt. He pulled it off and revealed his fuzzy chubby body with cream-colored fur.
Deborah took two hands to Randal's tummy, "Your dick is not the only thing that's thick."
She removed her flannel shirt, dropped it on the floor, then reached up and pulled off her top. Underneath was a surprisingly trim moose figure with a bit of a pot belly and wide hips. A magenta bra contained her breasts.
She reached around behind to unclick the bra and took it off like she was unholstering two guns. Her brown furry boobs had black shiny nipples. She dropped the bra and sat down beside Randal.
Deborah put her hands on Randal's shoulder to turn him to her and leaned into kiss him. He responded, kissing back, and he reached around her. The kissing got wider and deeper, the maws chomping at one another.
Their teeth clicked together. They groaned. They moaned. They exhaled on each other's faces. Tongues danced and saliva was exchanged. Deborah pressed her tits into Randal's chest. Randal remained erect in her honor.
When Deborah reached down to rub Randal's cock, Randal responded in kind: rubbing her vag through her pants. They moaned and kissed sloppily. Randal reached for Deborah's tits and cupped them, rubbing his palms on the nipples and caressing the rounds.
The moose reached down and unzipped Randal's pants. She struggled to get his dick out of his underwear before Randal stood up and pulled down his pants a bit. He replaced his bare ass on the couch and let his massive cock out, a rocket pointed at the sky.
Deborah fell away from making out to look down at the shlong that was pointed at her. She lowered her head and bumped a nose on the tip, touching and feeling its skin. She kissed it and Randal whimpered with delight.
Standing up for a moment, Deborah dropped her pants as well. Her slick firm vulva was only a few feet away from Randal's nose and he could sense the passionate heat. She had a bit of scruff topping her vulva, the mark of a mature woman.
She stepped out of her pants and walked in front of Randal. Big ass facing him, she sat down on his lap, his cock sliding into her pussy. It could have been a two-by-four with how it felt getting stuffed inside her. The moose descended onto Randal's lap and he took his hands around her, groping her breasts.
Randal jerked, rocking his body on his buttcheeks back and forth. Deborah rocked her hips down into Randal's lap, letting his rod stir the tunnels inside her. Quiet slaps of their hips smacking together were heard.
Deborah's large breasts bounced. Her thighs swayed, pressing out their curves. She gripped the frills of the couch cushion, tugging on it while she rode Randal's lap like a goat. His cock screaming around inside her, making all sorts of noise, banging on her walls, and making a mess of the place.
Deborah crushed Randal's lap with her weight but the mastiff clenched his ass cheeks and thrusted upward to return the favor. Pre leaked from him and a sludge oozed out of Deborah's hole. It coated his shaft as he pulled and pushed into Deborah's sex.
The moose took her hands off the couch and squeezed her ass cheeks together. It felt good, strangely. This squeezed on Randal's cock and applied pressure to the lower side of his cock. Unusual, but it felt good.
Deborah was feeling the urge to change positions. She pulled one leg up and turned it on the couch as she pivoted around. The moose faced Randal, big breasts in his face. She positioned her knees down on the seat beside Randal's waist. Deborah reached behind Randal's head, gently sweeping her hard fingers through his hair. Randal leaned forward to dig his nose in her breasts, fighting the urge to lick for only but a second. It was all he could muster. His mouth opened and a tongue went up her left breast, passing by a nipple.
They humped. Deborah gasped and tossed her head up in the air to let out a guttural moan. That's all it took. Randal growled and fired, pumping hot seed into Deborah's body. Deborah felt the juice explode inside her and let out an orgasm of her own. They fluids burst out below her onto Randal's lap and the couch.
Geffa watched the two lower lifeforms jiggle into each other, make animal noises, and release their essences all over each other, thinking how pathetic it was that the two creatures felt pleasure from such a primal experience and not once did she think how if she was the one on Randal's dick, she would be doing the same thing.
Deborah sat for a moment, let all the slime escape her, then lifted herself off of Randal's deflating rocket. Ooze spread over Randal's leg and onto the seat beside him as the two sat, breathing loudly.
Deborah turned to Randal. The dog smiled and then the moose. She giggled, "Not so bad huh?"
Randal chuckled.
A few minutes to recover and Deborah was feeling ready for round two. She walked into the center of the room and got down on her butt. Facing Randal with a pert grin and narrowed eyes that screamed seduction, she put her hands on the carpet and spread out her legs.
Her sex erupted with heat and passion. Randal got a whiff of it and his dick went diamonds. Walking with a hardon that could break through a brick wall, he went to Deborah and descended on her.
Deborah took her hands around Randal as he injected her with his doghood, and the moose girl couldn't decide if it would have felt better to keep her legs open or close them around Randal's back.
Randal drilled and she kept them spread apart as far as she could pry them. Her toes twitched and her feet flapped. She squeezed Randal with her big moose arms but he kept giving her hard, coarse fucks.
She couldn't help the movements her mouth made. Biting her tongue, sucking in her lips, panting, squealing, and mooing, it was all unwillingly. She mooed in delight while Randal stuffed her hole. Balls smacked so hard against her ass she could feel it in her pelvic bone.
Geffa put a profile of a budgie girl into one of the paper stacks and looked up to see how Deborah and Randal were getting along. She knew that Randal was disturbed by the sudden creation of a functional life form but the dog couldn't help but mate with her when the moose swayed her breasts around.
The mooing got harder and louder and she rocked erratically. Her legs snapped around Randal, she looked into Randal's eyes with primal fury and she mooed loud. Her body released its orgasm, spraying out of the connection where Deborah and Randal's sexes met.
The loud moo was intimidating and Randal squealed and whimpered. He gripped the ground and barked sporadically as a climax shot out of him. He filled the moose with his seed, rubbing his body into hers.
They moaned, groaned, mooed, barked then settled down as the last drips of their cum released. Randal collapsed on the large girl and the two got their breaths again.
Deborah had places to be. Not even an hour in existence and she already had plans, not to mention the intercourse. After she and the dog got dressed, she met Geffa at the door. She turned around to wave bye to Geffa and Randal one last time. Then she was out the door.
Geffa watched Randal go from elated from a post-sex euphoria to existentially terrified as the thoughts of what makes a life form a true life form entered his head. Geffa turning Pixie from a feral cat to a working woman with a weight problem was not so different.
"The creation of life is not a difficult trick for beings like myself," said Geffa walking back towards her desk.
"H-how powerful are you?" asked Randal.
Geffa swung around her desk and fell into her chair, "As far as you are concerned, pet, I am infinitely powerful."
Geffa let Randal sit down and relax to process everything. He stared into space deep in thought, and Geffa took to her papers. She got some folders out of her drawer and put each of the three stacks into a folder before setting it down on the table.
Geffa had furnished the windows with heavy curtains so not a lot of light got through but Randal could tell that the light was turning into sunset. Night was coming.
Geffa flicked through a couple pages and came across Randal's profile. His naked dog body, out in the open. She giggled, "This is a very nice photo of you."
Randal crossed his arms, "It's not even real."
"It's as real as anything else." said Geffa, "I know you down to your genetic code, dog. I can do whatever I want with the genetic material of any person I know." She gave a deep laugh, "In fact, you remember your old landlord Mr. Rofko?"
The Rofkos were an old couple that owned the house before Geffa and her allies moved into the neighborhood and made it their transformation experiment. The Rofkos were transformed into bison and transported to an uninhabited world where they slowly lose their mental faculties. The last time Mrs. Rofko was pretty much gone and Mr. Rofko was not far behind. At that point, they were both probably full-animals, Randal thought.
"Yeah." said Randal, "What about him?"
Geffa stood up and Geffa' flat stomach was gone. In it's place, she revealed a large belly in front of her.
Geffa patted the round pushing out of her sweater, "He gave me such a parting gift!"
Randal was stunned. Geffa could take the genetic material of anyone she knew and make herself pregnant with it. Ignoring the fact that her sudden pregnancy was a mindfuck, she tasked Randal with more paperwork: she handed him another stack of papers and a black marker.
His head was swimming with the realization that Geffa made herself pregnant with Mr. Rofko's child. If she could do it with Mr. Rofko, she could do it with Randal or anyone else.
He gathered enough willpower to do his job. Seated back on the couch with marker in hand, his task was to cross out every reference to a code of conduct. "Either strike out the mention of conduct or the whole sentence" was Geffa's guideline.
Randal began reading, having to push himself to concentrate. It was a document explaining the operation of the college, it seemed. Educators are allowed and encouraged to have sexual relations with students but with some restrictions. Educators cannot enter a student's living space with the explicit intention of sexual relations. This crime will be punished with suspension, forced nudity, forced incontinence, and in some cases temporary primality.
The dog had no idea what to make of it but crossed out a random line to make it seem like he was busy. The document was at least a dozen pages so he got to work. The room felt like a prison, but he put some effort into it.
"Randal, could you come here?" said Geffa.
Randal but down the stack of papers and perked up, "What... what do you need?"
He got up and walked over around the desk, watching as Geffa looked down at her seat.
"What is it?" asked Randal.
Randal turned the corner to see liquid all over the chair, the ground, and Geffa's skirt. She looked up, "My water broke..."
Randal's ability to breath malfunctioned. He choked on his words and had to twist his larynx to get something out, "Y-your having your BABY?"
Cradling her belly, Geffa got up off the chair and took wide steps around the desk, motioning Randal out the way. She pinched her skirt and pulled it up. She looked at Randal and smirked, "Bet you always wanted me to look like I just wet myself, huh?"
Randal's heart was racing. He called out to someone and was so stressed he immediately forgot which name he chose. Geffa lightly patted Randal's shoulder, "Don't worry, pup. You'll be able to do this alone."
"Alone?" said Randal, "You're having a baby!"
Geffa stopped, stood up straight and put a hand on Randal's shoulder. "I'm an almighty powerful creature and I'll be doing most of the work. Now get ready!"
Geffa settled down on the ground and spread her legs. She lifted up her skirt and tore her panties right off her body. The vulva rumbled with anticipation. Something was going to pop out of there for sure!
Randal got down on his knees and held out his hands like he was getting ready to receive a football. Geffa took big breaths, clenched her fists and then pushed. She gritted her teeth and moaned.
"Wh-what do you need me to do?" asked Randal.
"Wait... for... the head..." said Geffa, crunching her knees and outstretching her wings.
"I don't know about this," Randal's voice was panicked.
Geffa's loins flared and throbbed. Randal wasn't sure if the baby was going to come out of her vagina or if it was going to burst out of her flesh. Geffa scraped the claws on her toes into the floor and said, "This is good prac... practice for when your girlfriend... delivers your CHILD!"
Randal saw Geffa's vagina split and everything went black. The dragon lady had to command Randal directly to get him to perform the delivery. In a haze of a nightmarish collision of flesh, viscera, body parts, and fluids, Randal tended to the birth. He was barked orders through a wall of deafness but because he was so scared he couldn't hear what Geffa was saying.
He reached into Geffa's quarters. There was a body in there. The only senses that were getting through to his brain was the clutching of a body, his hands covered in bodily substances, and every vein in his body turned cold. He grabbed hold and tugged it out. As his hearing returned and his vision cleared up, he noticed he was hearing a baby cry. He looked down and saw a baby bison boy-- Mr. Rofko and Geffa's child. A big bison nose and a fuzzy bovine head.
He realized he wasn't breathing so Randal forced himself to inhale and exhale. When he looked over at Geffa, she was already cleaning up. She had removed her skirt and used to hold the baby, holding him close. With a glowing claw, she tapped the umbilical cord and it severed from the child's body. The cord fell to the ground with the end vanishing in a fiery light, going all the way back into Geffa's body. There was nothing left to expel.
There was a puddle of fluid on the ground, soaked into the carpet. To Randal, it didn't seem like a good idea to have a baby in the middle of the room but it was Geffa's office and not Randal's. Geffa had her sweater down and one of her breasts out. The baby was feeding.
Randal fell back on to the carpet and exhaled. His body tingled with stress and he looked down to make sure he didn't piss himself although if he had he would have forgiven himself. There was the quiet sucking of Geffa's breasts.
"Have you done this before?" asked Randal, "Have a baby the... lower way?"
"A few times." said Geffa.
"So you're a mother?" asked Randal.
Geffa's gaze narrowed, "This is where the conversation ends, canine. Now make yourself useful and clean up this mess." She tapped Randal with her foot and pointed at the slime all over the floor.
Randal sighed and got up off the ground, "I'm guessing paper towels won't be enough to clean up this?"
"They'll do for now," said Geffa, "Go fetch them."
Randal stretched as he approached the door, his legs having trouble staying up and his body feeling like he was shaken up like a soda can. The doorknob was ice cold to his agitated hand. Walking out into the hall, it felt like a different world. The murmur of the TV, the remnant smells of dinner, Elizabeth and Patricia's chatting coming from the basement- it was eerie to have thought things were so normal outside.
Randal walked around the corner to the kitchen, early evening sunlight glowing through the windows. Randal looked into the living room to see what was on TV. It was that workplace sitcom again. Nothing to pay attention to, so Randal collected the towels and went back to the room.
Closing the door, Geffa was back at her desk, baby unseen. Did she get rid of it? The dragoness was acting annoyed so Randal didn't want to press her with questions. He walked up to the puddle of birth and leaned down to get cleaning.
Randal heard some thumping and thought it might have been Geffa tapping her clawed toes on the carpet, but then he saw the bison baby turn the corner wearing a red shirt and a diaper. The child had grown into a toddler while he was out getting paper towels!
"You made him grow?" said Randal, his voice cracking with disbelief.
Geffa smiled, hanging her head on her tented wrists, "Why yes, dog. You were out for quite awhile."
Somebody had found some blocks for the child to play with. The bison child sat his bum on the floor and tried stacking the lettered cubes. His bison head was strangely large for his body but even with his small toddler neck.
"What are you going to name him?" asked Randal, taking a couple sheets and dabbing the warm liquid from the floor.
"What am I going to name him?" said Geffa, getting up from her desk and walking around to the middle of the room. Sidestepping her birth mess, she stood before Randal, black scaled feet by his knees, "Nothing. I'm not going to name him anything. I have already named him Taurus."
Geffa had cleaned herself. Her skirt was fresh and her legs were wiped of any mess.
Randal peered at Taurus and noticed that the boy had a tail poking out the back of his diaper. Unlike most former-myumans, and the Rofko dad including, Taurus was tailed like a master!
"He's tailed." said Randal.
"Yes. He's my offspring." said Geffa, taking a hand down her form, "He takes after my majestic heritage and less from your former landlord's lowly caste."
Randal scrubbed the floor while in thought, using a handful of towels to scrub deep into the carpet. They wet with the fluids of Geffa's maternity.
"Need any help?" asked Geffa.
Was Geffa going to be nice? Maybe she realized leaving unwashed fluids in the carpet was going to leave a nasty stain unfit for a dragon lady's office.
"Yes." said Randal before adding in, "Please."
"Taurus," said Geffa, "Come over here and help your uncle Randal."
"He's a bab--" Randal looked up to see that the bison toddler had grown into a young child of about 8 or 9 years old. He was wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur on it and a pair of shorts. He had grown out a shag of hair.
The blocks the child was playing with had turned into a stack of comic books. He groaned, dropped the one he was reading, and got up to answer his mother's ask.
Randal was disturbed by the child's sudden age, staring at the kid with a gaze that could shoot across a football field. He snapped out it. His head shot down, focusing on the mess. Scrub scrub scrub. The paper towels tore into bits with Randal's forceful wiping.
"Hand Taurus some towels, Randal." said Geffa.
Randal stopped, still for a second, then picked a few sheets off of the roll. He handed them to Taurus, felt bad for not looking the kid in the eye, raised his head, and saw a young lively bison boy looking back at him.
Taurus took the towels followed by Geffa saying, "Say thank you." Taurus said, "Uh, thank you uncle Randal."
It felt like a dream, but Randal knew that it was as real as Geffa wanted it, and he wasn't sure she didn't want it to be real. Birthing a child and watching him grow up in front of him in the span of a few minutes had Randal's heart going. He looked at the floor beside him and planned that if he was going to throw up in panic, he would do it away from everyone.
Taurus got on his knees and patted the towels into the very puddle of which he came from. Randal exhaled audibly as the oddness of the situation overwhelmed his nerves and body.
"Don't make my son do all the work, dog." said Geffa.
Randal snapped back into order and cleaned the floor. Together with young Taurus, the floor was mostly dry. The stain wasn't going anyway though. It was a big wet spot on the carpet that anyone would have easily mistaken for somebody peeing themselves.
Taurus went back to his comic books and Geffa went to the waste bin in the corner of the room. She took out the bag and held it open for Randal as he tossed the dirty towels.
Randal peeked over at Taurus, back to enjoying his reading. He whispered to Geffa, "You're aging him up so fast. He's not growing like he's supposed to!"
"He is growing like he is supposed to." said Geffa, "If I will it, I can give anyone the history, memories and experiences I want them to have. I can rewrite history itself."
It was another comment that got Randal nervous. He looked around the room. Was he actually there? Was his name Randal? There wasn't a lot of point pondering whether or not his reality was real but he questioned it.
"You..." Randal couldn't help but show fear and choked on the sentence, "You shouldn't manipulate people like that!"
Geffa smirked, letting Randal fill the bag with the last towels. There was a knock on the door and without waiting for anyone to say something, in came Pixie.
Except Pixie had a large belly in front of her. Not because of her excessive eating habits, but because she was expecting now. And expecting very soon!
"What can I help you with, Pixie?" asked Geffa.
Randal couldn't take his eyes off Pixie's mom belly. Her blouse had grown in size for her booming belly. It bounced subtly with Pixie's steps. Randal's vision blurred.
"Just wanted to ask you again," said Pixie, rubbing her belly, "Would you be willing to extend my room with more space? A cradle's got to fit inside, you know. Plus an extra bed."
Geffa smiled tying up the bag. She put the can back in the corner and put the bag down on an endtable by the door. Geffa noticed Randal staring and giggled, "Did you want to feel, Randal?"
Randal looked at Geffa and then Pixie, trying to keep a poker face. He nodded, "Yes." because it felt like the most natural thing to do.
He reached out and touched the belly. It was real, even if there wasn't a baby kicking in there at the moment.
"Uhhh." said Randal. Nope, he couldn't say a thing.
Pixie giggled and tapped her pregnant mound, "This was bound to happen with how regularly Todd slept in my bed."
Randal coughed. Todd was the father!?
Geffa crossed her arms, "I hope you aren't sharing the master bed with him now that you have related to him as a partner," she motioned at Pixie belly. "He's a pet. His bed should be a pet's bed."
Pixie nodded, "Yes, we are moving in a smaller bed into the room with the cradle." Pixie smiled wide, "I don't think he'll be spending a lot of time in it with my bed right there." She giggled and bounced on her toes. She took a hand to her cheek shyly, "He's just such a good boy..."
Geffa smirked, "Maybe this was a ploy of his to get his room back that was taken from him when you took over this household."
There was some more chit-chat that Randal's overstimulated brain flushed out of his head immediately and Pixie was out the door with the bag of towels in hand. Randal was reeling to the point where he was bumping in pieces of furniture, trying to collect his brain.
It was happening too quick for a mortal mind to keep up. People being made in an instant, Geffa suddenly pregnant... It made mockery of all Randal held dear about the consistency of the world.
Geffa returned to her desk but Randal walked up and grabbed her arm, "Geffa! Please change Pixie back."
Geffa smiled, "Are you sure? She seems pretty happy to be having that mongrel's pup."
"She doesn't deserve this." said Randal. He fell to his knees and dropped his face into his hands, "This is all too much!"
Geffa ignored him. She went back to her desk. Was Randal free to leave? Maybe but he was worried that if he walked out the door and saw a cradle being moved into Pixie's room, it would set Geffa's fate in stone. As uncomfortable as it was, he stayed in the room.
He sat down on the couch, eyes miles away. He nearly jumped when he looked over and saw that Taurus had grown again.
Bison were larger than other species so even as a young teenager, Taurus was pushing six feet with a heavy build covered by a concert T-shirt and a pair of beige khakis. He sat hunched over, with a portable video game device in his hand. Its music and sound effects were heard all over the room.
"Could you turn that down, Taurus?" asked Geffa.
Taurus sighed and slid the slider on the side of the device. The volume went down.
Taurus got an ear pierced in the meantime between him cleaning up his birth mess and him sitting on the couch. The young bison was growing up so fast. How many thoughts had he had since Randal was cleaning with him not a few minutes ago?
Randal couldn't get comfortable resting his arms. He tried to lay them down on the couch but was in fidget mode and kept tugging his fingers nervously. His breathing was forced and his exhales were strong and he knew everyone else could hear it but he couldn't stop himself.
His teeth were chattering, he got the sweats and his blood ran cold. And then a smell hit his nose: feces.
Guess I shit my pants, thought Randal.
He sat there, unable to break the news to everyone that he soiled himself. He would let the others figure it out. Geffa took a whiff, then a few more. She was cross.
"Taurus, did you have an accident again?" she asked.
Taurus squirmed, moaned, and pressed his cheeks nervously. "Maaaaybe." said he.
Oh, it's the kid, thought Randal, sniffing into the air.
Geffa groaned and pointed at the door, "Go to your room and change."
Taurus knocked his feet against the couch, "Come on, mom! I'm almost done this mission." He hovered the game device.
"Goooo." Geffa demanded.
Taurus groaned, got up and walked to the door, holding the back of his pants so that the poo didn't shift around. He stuck the game device under his chin and opened the door, awkwardly shifting out into the hall and closing it behind him.
"It's been tough toilet-training him these last few minutes." said Geffa.
Randal shivered and exhaled with shaky breath. The world outside was still a mystery to him after all that had happened inside that room but Randal felt like Geffa's almighty power and reality shifting was going to consume him.
He stood up, "I guess I can go now."
Briskly, he walked to the door. He was within a few feet when Geffa appeared in an instant and startled the dog boy. She glanced at him with a sinisterly neutral gaze.
Randal's brow quaked and he grinned widely, "H-hey, you don't need me around anymore, do ya?"
Geffa took a hand to his chest and pushed him back, "I'm sure I could find some more work for you."
The door opened. It was Taurus, now a little taller, wearing eyeglasses, a long sleeve shirt, and blue jeans. He had a confident and triumphant look in his eye.
"Guess I'm off." said Taurus.
"Which college did you get accepted in?" asked Geffa. The question was for Randal. She didn't need to know which college Taurus was heading out to- she dictated it!
"Hightail Academy." said Taurus. "They have the best diaper care." He poked his crotch and the crinkle revealed that he was wearing one. He looked at Randal, "I tried my best but looks like this bison cannot be potty-trained!" He let out a big laugh. Geffa chuckled. Randal stared at Taurus, a gaze so deep it went right through the bison.
"It's all for the best," said Geffa, "Barksville is nearby but we can't have you attending a school where your mother is the dean."
Taurus chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "There's a large wildlife reservation by the school." He perked up, "And the rooms are co-ed."
Geffa chuckled and nudged Randal, "Oh ho ho! Maybe you'll get yourself a female roommate."
Taurus nodded, big smile, "I already got one! Her name is Tiara. We contacted each other over the internet and we've been talking!" He rubbed his wrist and pivoted on his heel shyly, "We've been chatting online. It sounds like we're gonna make good roommates. She knows I wear diapers and is fine with it."
Geffa grinned tapping her foot on the ground, "That's good."
Taurus giggled, teeth out wide, "She's going to get to Hightail before me so she's going to plan a big welcoming party in my room. She knows how 'big' I am so she can't wait to meet me."
There was some more chatter that went ignored by Randal as his mind wandered out of his head. Taurus said his byes, gave Geffa and Randal a hug, and then went out the door. He was gone.
Geffa turned to Randal and smiled, "They grow up so fast."
Randal was stuttering, his tongue twisting itself, "But... baby! Tall!" His eyes were wild, looking in all directions, "He b-big... Taurus, big then small!" Randal tried taking a step, extending his leg too far out and then stamping it down on his other foot, "Toddler... college!"
Geffa smiled and patted his chest, "I can see this is an emotional moment for you. How about you go to your room and relax?"
Randal, walking with the pace of a newscaster escaping a fire, walked out into the hallway. The house had the same atmosphere as before, the evening sun almost out of light. The TV was still on.
He walked along the kitchen and turned into the living room. He saw Pixie sitting at the endtable, reading a book. The pregnant belly was gone, so it must have been an illusion when Geffa made her pregnant. Or Geffa changed it so Pixie was having a baby and backtracked on it.
Randal went down the stairs, careful not to rush down them and hurt himself. He went into the basement, cold and gray, and entered his room.
There was no turning on the lights. He closed the door and stood there. A whimper escaped him, then a sob. He clutched his shirt and sobbed. It was quiet, it was pathetic and it was in defiance at the sanctity of life.
A wet spot sprung on his pants. It grew bigger and trailed downward. Out the bottom of his pant legs, pee dripped. It tinkled onto the floor. A crackling squelch was heard, then a louder one. Randal laid a log into his underwear. A FLORP was heard and the dog followed up with a larger drop, pushing out a bulge on his pants. Odor filled the room.
Randal stood there in a puddle, pants soaked with his pee, a huge load behind him, and his fragrance filling the room. He whimpered quietly in the dark.
Pixie is having her friend Belle over along with her pet/husband Arthur and it isn't long before the cocks come out. Arthur is a chubby rabbit man but Pixie wants him to show off his humongous member.
BRING YOUR PET OVER SO I CAN SEE HIS COCK (PART 1)
The evening was setting in for Belle's household.
Belle was in the bedroom at the dresser's large mirror, top drawer open and a plethora of jewelry out for selection. The collie woman putting some dangly earrings on her collie ears. Myuman earrings didn't look appropriate on dog ears but Belle thought it looked decent enough.
She was dressed in a grayish-beige open shirt with frilly sleeves overtop a ocean blue tee. Her brown khakis hugged close to her shapely legs, and a hole out the back allowed her collie tail out. No footwear, as usual.
The door opened and in came Arthur. The fat white rabbit was dressed in a light blue collared shirt and a pair of dark orange corduroy pleated pants with no tail hole as Arthur- like other former myumans- didn't have the cottontail. Also barefoot.
"Almost ready?" asked Arthur, closing the door behind him and walking up to Belle.
"Juuuust about." said Belle as she repositioned an earring so it felt down the right angle of her head.
Arthur walked over and took his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. Belle giggled and took a hand to one of his arms. Arthur sniffed deep into Belle's brown fur, tickling the collie with his whiskered nose.
Arthur raised his hand to grope one of Belle's breasts, "My master is looking incredibly sexy tonight."
With the rabbit pressed up behind Belle, Arthur's member was getting hard and sandwiched itself between the collie's buttcheeks. The curves of Belle's buttcheeks could feel the excitement flowing through her pet rabbit's erecting cock.
Belle rubbed down Arthur's arm, "My pet is looking nice as well."
Arthur kissed up and down Belle's neck. Another deep breath in, "I want to pull down your pants right now and sex you in the butt."
Belle snerked, "We'll have plenty of time to do that at Pixie's." She tapped Arthur's hand, "Now come on and put your erection away. We need to say bye to your daughter."
Belle shut the drawer and went to the door with Arthur. Arthur took a hand around Belle's hips and held her close, "Everyone there is going to want to do it with you all night."
Belle chuckled, "I'm not the one who's a beast in their underwear though."
They left the bedroom. Alyssa, Arthur's 9 year old daughter was standing in her doorway dressed in a pink tee and blue pants with chick decorations on the side. She was a white rabbit like her father, although at a healthy weight for her age. Like her father: no tail, no footwear.
"Are you guys going now?" asked Alyssa.
"Yes." Arthur crouched down to hug his daughter, "You be good for your babysitter, all right?"
Alyssa gave her dad a big hug and grinned, hopping on the balls of her feet, "Yeeeah, I'll be good." Alyssa walked up and hugged Belle's leg, "Bye, Belle."
Belle patted Alyssa's head, but felt like that wouldn't do. She crouched down to give the rabbit girl a hug, "Have a good night, Alyssa."
Alyssa walked into her room and sat down by a dollhouse to play.
"Mr. Rabbit," a teenager's voice called from the front door, "I'm heeeere!"
Arthur and Belle walked out into the living space to see Maebe by the door. She was a teenaged cat with gray fur, shoulder length black hair and eyeglasses. She wore a black concert tee and loose sandy-brown khakis.
"Are you folks all set?" asked Maebe.
Arthur nodded, "Yep. Hold down the fort until we're back. We shouldn't be later than twelve."
"It's fine." said Maebe with a grin, "Tomorrow's not a school day." She paused, "Um, where do you want me to put Alyssa's dirty diapers?"
Belle pointed into the hall, "There's a chute inside the washroom. They go in there."
Maebe lowered her eyes shyly, "Ahem, where do you want me to put my dirty diapers?"
Arthur smiled, incisor out, "Same place. Don't worry about it."
Maebe smiled, feeling secure, "I was also thinking of having a friend over after Alyssa's in bed."
Arthur snerked and crunched his lips in his mouth to hold in the chuckles. Belle stroked Maebe's hair and the cat purred. Belle said, "By all means. On a night like this, a cat like you should have a romantic evening with a nice boy!"
"Ummm," Maebe looked away shyly and pivoted a toe into the floor, "A nice girl, actually."
"Oh?" said Belle, taking a claw hand to her mouth, "Very well then."
Arthur leaned down to Maebe, big raunchy smile on his face, "In case you get bored, the master bedroom is open for you and your girlfriend. It's soundproof, so you don't have to worry about waking Alyssa!"
Maebe snickered, blushing at the suggestion!
"Whatever the case," said Belle, "Have a nice night." Belle patted Maebe on the shoulder and the cat moved out of the way so that Arthur and Belle could get to the door. They shared one final goodbye and then they were out.
Over at Pixie's house, the inhabitants were preparing for the visit. Under orders from the house master Pixie, Todd and Elizabeth were rearranging the furniture so that there was nice visiting space. Chairs were positioned in a circle.
Elizabeth the collie was dressed in a red blouse with cream pants and Todd the doberman was in a concert t-shirt and gray jeans.
Pixie was in the kitchen. She wore a blouse and pleated pants that swayed over her bare feet. She had a bunch of plastic bowls out on the kitchen table. She grabbed a bunch of snack bags from the cupboard. One full of chips, one full of pretzels, and one full of cheese puffs. She reached into to the cheese puffs and cuffed a handful, shoving them into her mouth and chewing them down loudly. After that, a handful of chips. Loud crunches and then she swallowed.
Bugsy was making his way to the kitchen. Though a feral-shaped raccoon, he was intelligent and had the courtesy to dress himself. He wore a bulky dark brown jacket over top a plaid shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants, all fitted for a raccoon with a hole for his big tail. No nothing on his feet, though.
Bugsy came in and saw Pixie stuffing her face. Walking along the floor, he spoke, "How long ago was dinner?"
Pixie smacked her lips, "Can it, raccoon. I'm hungry."
"When are you not hungry?" Bugsy muttered.
Pixie waited for Bugsy to walk by for her to shove him with a foot. He fell on the floor, looked up, cross, "Hey!"
Pixie giggled and began bringing the bowls to the living room.
Patricia the great dane was moving an endtable down into the basement so there was more room upstairs. The larger girl had the strength to move it down the stairs with ease. No point in stuffing it in a far off corner so Patricia left it near the base of the staircase.
She grabbed her jeans and wiggled them around, trying to free herself from a wedgie. She pulled up her bra through her orange tee and rearranged it so it was more comfortable. She had to tug her bra from the back, from up top, lifting her shirt to see why it was so tangled.
That's when she noticed that Randal was in his room, door open, sitting quietly. His head hung low, he didn't even notice Patricia playing around with her clothes.
"Randal?" called Patricia, "Is something the matter?"
He looked up and stared at Patricia with defeated eyes, "Oh..." he shifted and groaned, "Yeah..."
Patricia walked into his room. It was the first time she had been in one of the dogs' bedrooms other than her own. Its shape was identical to her own but being that they were pets under the ownership of Pixie, them having smaller bedroom that's looked like asylum cells wasn't unexpected.
"Uh..." Patricia was never the people person type. She stood in the door way, looking around awkwardly, getting close to saying something but then nothing came to mind.
Randal sighed, "You don't want to know."
Patricia believed him. All she knew is that Randal was busy with Geffa after dinner and she knew that Geffa could do all sorts of scary things. If Randal said Patricia didn't want to know, she knew to keep her curiosity in check.
But Patricia couldn't leave Randal alone! He was looking blue. She sighed, struggling to say something of comfort, "Do you want someone with you right now?"
Randal looked up, unsure. He paused then said, "Yah."
Patricia sat down beside Randal, the mattress creeking under her weight. She noticed a spot on the middle of the floor, a half-dried pool of something, and knew that Randal had peed himself. That and the fact Randal was wearing a bright colored pair of track pants, ones he wasn't wearing earlier, and Patricia figured that something happened to him that caused him to wet his pants.
But she didn't think she should mention it. She rubbed up and down his thigh and patted his knee, "Want me to sit here?"
Randal nodded, "Yes, that would be nice."
Randal's chubby belly hung over his waistline. It was a comfy round belly and pretty cute stick out in Randal's button up longsleeve shirt.
Patricia smiled a bit, reaching a hand over to Randal, "Want me to give you a belly rubs?"
Randal smirked and raised an eyebrow, "I don't know if that's a good idea. When Pixie did that to me, I totally toileted all over myself!"
"I won't go too far with it, I promise," said Patricia. She put a hand on Randal's belly and rubbed in circles, slowly. "This good?"
Randal rumbled, danced his fingers together, rubbed one foot on the other, clicked his knees together and blushed. He turned away shyly, "Yeeeeeah."
Patricia giggled, "Feels good getting a belly rubbed doesn't it?"
Randal looked at Patricia's belly. She was putting on weight, fat pushed out from underneath her shirt. She had some chunky flabs around her waist, her shirt just small enough to let a line of bare fur peek out from underneath.
"Want me to return the favor?" asked Randal.
The dane peered down at her own belly. She had never a proper belly rub like what she was doing to Randal. Would it feel good?
"Sure!" said Patricia.
The two were cross-armed, rubbing each other's tummies. Randal pranced his clawed fingertips on the flabs in front of Patricia's shirt. She was fatter than Randal, but only by so much. He caressed her folds, letting his fingers slide into the crevices of her weight.
Patricia looked down and tugged at her chub, "Pixie really wants me fat. I've been doing a lot of exercise to keep it down but I'm thinking it's a losing war." One hand was busy rubbing Randal's belly so crossing her arms was not an option. She instead took a wrist to her waist, peturbed, "All because I overfed her when she was a cat!"
"She was a pretty fat cat..." said Randal, enjoying Patricia's hand reaching up to his pecs.
"I took care of her!" said Patricia, "She was relatively healthy and happy! But give her too much food and I have to wear that punishment for the rest of my life?"
Patricia wiggled her toes, the belly rub was feeling really good. She let herself pant, mouth open and tongue out, mouth sounds in between her sentences. It was dumb but it felt good.
"There are worst things to be than overweight," said Randal.
"That's true." Patricia looked at Randal, "Want to lay down?"
Sounded like a risk, but Randal wanted to try it out. He laid down on his bed, hands behinds his head and his head on his pillow, and Patricia took a folded hand to his round and rubbed slowly in circles. He tapped his feet on the end of his bed.
"I could get used to being overweight," said Patricia, "Being a dog, being an animal... it's changed me." She smiled big, teeth showing, "I'm way... happier now."
"That seems to be the story with everyone," Randal said with a laugh.
Patricia's rubbing got monotonous as she got lost in thought, "I was insecure, but after getting turned into a dog... or a fish, sort of, I stopped caring about a lot of things." She looked down at her clawed fingers shifting Randal's shirt around, "Look at what I'm doing right now. Rubbing my roommate's belly." She snerked, "If it was a month ago and you told me I was rubbing my roommate Randal's belly..."
Randal smirked, "You'd be disturbed? Grossed out?"
"Yes." said Patricia, "No offense, but I thought you were a nerd."
Randal shifted an arm out from under his head and laid it down his side, tapping his thigh, "We didn't talk a lot as myuman roommates. Then we got turned into pets and..." he patted his groin, "we started having sex three times a day!"
Patricia stopped rubbing his belly and leaned over to rest her chin on it, smiling sensually, "One of the reasons why being an animal is so great. I only got the occasional fuck as a myuman. Now I'm having sex ten times a day." She looked back and pinched her side, "And me being overweight hasn't stopped me at all!"
"Everyone is fucking more people." said Randal. "We're so horny!"
Patricia leaned up, letting her legs dangle over the bed, looking thoughtful, "I'm attracted to more people than ever." She looked back at Randal and grinned, "I've even been having sex with girls." She rocked her feet back and forth, "I was never into girls before but now..." She chuckled, "But then again, I was never into lizards or cows or dogs before and now that's who I'm fucking!"
"You went lesbian?" Randal chuckled, "I've never done anything gay. Except when me and Todd jerked each other off."
Patricia rubbed Randal's leg, "You'll have to change that. It seems like everyone's standards plumetted... and I think that's a good thing."
Randal hmmmmed, "I'm into fat girls. My girlfriend is very fat."
Patricia open mouth smiled, "You have a girlfriend?"
Randal chuckled, "Yeah, her name is Brandy. She's a white cat."
Patricia thought, tapping her chin. A fat white cat girl... "Wait, does she have black hair?"
Randal nodded.
"Oh, I know her." she chuckled, "She's a real tubby!"
"She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Randal corrected.
They shared a laugh and then there was a pause. Patricia continued to rub circles around Randal's shirt. His toes fanned gently.
Randal mused, "Thanks, Patricia. I feel better."
Patricia glowed, "Anytime." She got up. "Now, we better go upstairs, the guests will be here soon."
Randal got up, looking down at the wet spot on the floor. He cleaned it as best he could with paper towels and it would dry anyway. He ignored that and followed Patricia upstairs, the two stomping up the wooden staircase, shutting the door behind them.
Elizabeth didn't have anything else to do so she sat down on the couch and waited for the guests to arrive. All she knew about them was that they were a master and pet couple. What did it matter really? She was getting along with everyone.
Todd sat down on the couch too, taking the spot right beside Elizabeth and not caring about using up any extra space the couch had to offer. Elizabeth was uncomfortable with it but not to the point where she felt she had to do anything.
"I overheard Pixie talking on the phone." said Todd.
"Yeah." said Elizabeth, "To who? About what?"
"That rabbit guy who's coming over," said Todd, "He's got a 14 inch dick!"
Elizabeth fluttered, "14... 14 inches!? That's... huge!"
"I don't got one that big..." Todd looked down at his crotch and poked it, "I'm feeling pretty jealous!"
"Is that really a big deal?" asked Elizabeth. She shifted close and whispered, "I've seen your dick, Todd. It's pretty big. It's bigger than Randal's!"
"Exactly," said Todd. "I'm usually the biggest guy in the house. Then this rabbit comes over with his lightsaber." He paused, "Or heavysaber, I guess." He frowned, "I'll never have sex again!"
Elizabeth rubbed her foot on the front of the couch, "Todd... I've been with guys that have had huge cocks and guys with cock that were small." She paused, "Well, not small. In fact, the smallest cock I've seen since becoming a dog was about seven inches, but just because I've been with a guy with a fifteen inch one doesn't mean I'm going to stop sexing the guy with half that."
Todd blinked, "Fifteen inches? Who was it?"
Elizabeth giggled, blushed and turned away shyly, "Oh, I can't say..."
There was a knock on the screen door. Out in the back patio there was a collie lady with a rabbit man: it was the guests for that evening, Belle and Arthur. Pixie called from the kitchen, "Come in!"
The door slid open and stepped in the collie and rabbit. Big smiles on their faces, they waved at the living room crowd, "Hello!"
Elizabeth smile and gave a wave, "Hi there!" Todd's wave was light and his "Hello." was quiet. Arthur walked over and once his waistline was visible, Todd and Elizabeth took their eyes to his crotch to see if his legendary junk was apparent on his corduroy pants. There was a bulge, but nothing too significant.
Belle saw Elizabeth and glowed, "A fellow collie! Stand up, let me get a look at you."
Elizabeth obliged and presented herself for Belle to inspect. Belle rubbed the other collie's arms and caressed her hands. Todd watched on unsure what to make of Belle's curiosity. Arthur smiled watching his master prod the younger collie girl.
Belle pressed her chest into Elizabeth's. Elizabeth blushed uncomfortably. Both of their bosoms smooshed up against each other. Belle tapped the top of her mounds pressing up against her blue shirt, "Quite stacked too, although mine are more motherly!"
Elizabeth curled her toes anxiously and giggled.
Belle fell away then leaned down to sniff the collie's crotch. Through Elizabeth's cotton pants was a scent of an adventurous young woman with a vibrant passionate sexuality that liked the thrill of chasing her potential sexual partners. Belle sighed pleasurably, "Very nice!"
Pixie walked into the room big smile on her face, "Hello Belle. Arthur." Pixie watched Belle lean up and push her hips out a bit, waiting for something to happen. Pixie smiled pleasantly at Elizabeth, "Go ahead, Elizabeth. Introduce yourself."
Elizabeth blinked, then realized what Pixie wanted. Elizabeth turned to Belle, leaned down and sniffed her crotch. She had a refined scent, one that was comfortable with herself. She leaned up and grinned.
Arthur chuckled, "Guess it's my turn?"
He stepped forward a big and Elizabeth leaned down to sniff at his bulge. While nothing about the scent signified he had a large penis, there was a lot of scent that was unusual. What did the rabbit have inside those trousers?
"I gotta say," said Arthur, "I love having girls sniffing my crotch!"
Pixie walked up and Belle leaned down to give the fellow master a good sniff of her essential spot. Pixie turned to Todd on the couch, "Up, pet. You need to introduce yourself to our guests."
Todd got up, knowing what was next. Belle leaned down and gave him a sniff. She stopped, gave another quick whiff, then pivoted her head to Pixie and gave the cat another one. She went back to Todd's crotch and grinned. She leaned up, "He's your favorite isn't he?"
Pixie smiled, tail swaying behind her. She took an arm around Todd, "He's sleeps on the bed quite a lot, yes."
Unprompted, Belle took a hand on Todd's crotch. Todd's lips quivered with excitement. Belle's finger prodded and weighed the sack of meat that Todd had in his jeans. She let her palm fondle the bumps and hills of his dick and balls.
Taking the hand away, Belle said, "I can see why!"
Arthur giggled, "He's packing!"
Pixie chuckled and tapped Todd on the shoulder, "Go ahead, Todd."
Todd leaned down to give Arthur a quick sniff. It was less about introducing himself and more getting a closer look on the rabbit's bulge. Was it really that big? He couldn't tell just by a few whiffs. Todd moved over and took a big whiff at Belle's crotch and fell in love instantly. The tanginess of the scent combined with a dignified relaxing character made it irresistible. He dove in deep and put his black nose to the collie's pants!
Pixie snerked, "Todd! Behave yourself."
That got a chuckle around the room.
Belle pet the hair of his head, "It's no problem. Besides..." She waited until Todd to look up at her to give him a gaze like a beach sunset, "before long, I'll let you do more than just sniff!"
Todd leaned back up, erection throbbing on his pants.
Patricia and Randal were tasked by Pixie to go into the spare room and find some decorative candles for the living room. Stuff had been moved in and out of that small storage room over the weeks that Pixie had took control of the house so it was hard to find anything in the mixed up shelves or the stacks of cardboard boxes.
"Weren't they going to use this for an office?" asked Patricia.
"I think they took your room and thought it would do," said Randal. "And Geffa's an all-powerful being. She could make an extra room if she needed to."
Patricia found a box full of magazines. She recognized them: they were hers. Tons of fashion magazines. It was so weird to see myuman girls on the front of the cover wearing sexy clothes. What gave them the right to think they were sexy? They weren't fish or dogs or lionesses. Patricia found it grotesque.
"I think this is where Bugsy sleeps." said Randal, looking up at the top of a shelf where a couple shoeboxes were. "Up there."
Patricia looked up, found a stepping stool in the corner, and brought it up to the shelves. She climbed up, her barefeet pressing into the rows of plastic grips on the steps, and got on top to see what was in the shoeboxes.
Stepping up the ladder rose Patricia's butt about level with Randal's face. Having the great dane's rump right in front of him was a good sight, her ass cheeks like big round pillows in those black jeans.
Randal chuckled, "You got a great ass."
Patricia glanced over her shoulder and wiggled it playfully, "Oh think so?"
Randal put a hand on a cheek and stroked it downward, "Yeah. It's nice and big."
"Tell me," said Patricia, getting down from the stepping stool, "how many asses do you see nowadays that aren't great?"
Randal smirked, "Good point. We're all horny for everything, aren't we?" He looked down at Patricia's ass, "But maybe yours is better than others?"
Patricia waggled out her butt some more, "Give it a squeeze if you want."
Randal took a handful of ass fat and squeezed gently, letting the warm assy flesh rub his hand through Patricia's jeans. Patricia giggled as it was ticklish and weird and Randal chuckled in response.
"Weren't you supposed to be looking for some candles?" said Geffa.
They looked up and saw Geffa by the door, arms crossed and a slight scowl on her face. They smiled nervously and stepped away from each other.
She was wearing what she was wearing earlier that evening: a beige knit sweater and a green skirt although she must have found a new skirt after what she did a couple hours before when Randal was with her in the room.
"Sorry," said Patricia, "We're having a hard time finding those candles."
Geffa stepped into the closet, wings contracting so that they could fit through the door, "I don't think you'll find them up your hind-cavities."
Another nervous chuckle from Randal and Patricia.
Geffa looked at the corner at a cardboard box. The box popped open and right on the top of a collection of junk were an assortment of candle, many looking pretty new. She walked over and picked two handfuls up.
"Dog," said Geffa.
Without specificity between the two canines in the room, Patricia could sense that Geffa was addressing her. She stepped forward, took the candles, and walked out of the storage room en route to the living space where everyone was getting acquainted.
It was Randal and Geffa alone. Randal was nervous after what Geffa did earlier that evening.
"You seem better," said Geffa. "After my little show did you find a marijuana joint to smoke out your anxieties?"
Randal didn't like dwelling on what happened earlier, at the risk of reigniting existential comfort, but trying to dodge Geffa's inquiries would only incur further menace from the dragon lady.
"No..." Randal said shyly, "Me and Patricia talked. We had a good talk and..." he shrugged, "I felt better."
"That's it?" said Geffa, "You talked with your roommate and the overwhelming terror you had... disappeared?"
Randal shrugged then nodded, "Yeah. It reminded me of what's important."
It was that dreaded sentimentality again. It was a mortal concept that had people becoming attached to pitiful things like kid's artwork or songs they heard on a first date. Geffa knew all about it and thought it was despicable.
But there was an irresistable endearing quality to way Randal had ran out of Geffa's office in existential terror not a few hours earlier and was now quite content like it never happened. Could a simple conversation be so alleviating to mortal psychology?
It made Geffa's loins warm. She was a higher being but the choice to use a lower being's body inspired lower being desires. Her inner dragon found the mastiff boy to be a powerful choice for a mate, and called for his touch.
"You mortals are so sentimental," said Geffa as her vulva seeped liquid passion into her underwear.
"What do you expect?" asked Randal, "If you know us so well, is it that surprising?"
"Of course not, pet," said Geffa, "I have to mention it because it's just too pathetic. One second you are distraught then you exchange some lowly words with a friend and feel better." She gave a sharp laugh, "You mortals... your conflicts are so fleeting and pointless!"
Randal felt the urge to get snarky, maybe even make a joke but had a feeling Geffa wasn't in the mood for some casually nasty retribution so he kept it to himself. That's when a smell hit his nose, it was the smell of Geffa's sex, Randal knew. He knew that Geffa was aroused by him.
"I..." Randal stumbled on his words, "I'm glad that I can talk to someone and feel better."
Geffa patted Randal on the head, "Yes, I'm sure you are you little pup."
Randal glared at Geffa for a second. He spoke, "Geffa, I can smell your vagina flaring up."
Geffa said nothing. It was an awkward quiet as Geffa slowly took her hand away from the mastiff's hair and returned it to her side. She huffed, "Yes, my body finds you very attractive right now. My body is charmed by your saccharine nature and..." she took a step closer, bringing her snout to Randal's, "maybe it wants to play with you, but that's what this mortal form wants, not me."
Randal was rejected. He frowned and slouched in defeat, "Geffa, I... like you. And you like me." He stepped forward and took Geffa by the sides, "You loved it when we had sex the other day. Don't you want that again?"
Geffa calmly took Randal's arms and removed them from her waste, "My body might, but I don't. I am glad for the afternoon we had together but let's not make it a habit, shall we?"
Randal sighed.
"Besides," said Geffa, "There are some guests in the living room you should greet. Judging by what Pixie said to them over the phone, you should ready yourself for a very animalistic evening. Save your sexual energy for them, would you?"
Geffa folded her wings back and walked out the door, across the hall, and back into her office, shutting the door behind him. It frustrated Randal to have Geffa be so indirect, but he knew he had to a party to attend so he went out in the living room.
Patricia set the candles on the table and lit them, giving the room some atmosphere. Everyone was seated in chairs in a circle, aside from Geffa in her office. Patricia and Randal gave Belle and Arthur a crotch sniff in greeting, neither privy to the fact that Arthur had a rabbithood to outclass all the other males in the house.
After getting a nice sniff in return from Belle, Patricia and Randal took their seats.
Pixie was seated beside Todd and an empty seat. The dogs had laid out more chairs than necessary but no one was sure who'd join them. "So," said Pixie, "What's the homelife like for a collie master and rabbit pet?"
"Orgasmic," Arthur joked, not helping himself to stifle a titter.
Belle lightly smacked his arm, chuckling, "It's been superb!" She rubbed Arthur's arm, "Arthur has been a wonderful pet although the first week or so was rough."
Arthur snerked, "For the first couple days, I was as incontinent as a newborn! I pissed my pants twenty times!" He slapped his knee, kicking it up, and let out a big laugh for everyone to see his incisors, "Totally messed the bed too!"
Bugsy was sitting on a chair too. Being a raccoon-sized raccoon, his feet barely made it halfway down the cushion as he leaned up, pretzel in hand. He chomped down on the crunchy snack, jeering with his mouth full, "So... diapers, right? You got yourself some big boy diapers?"
Arthur chuckled, "I was thinking about it! By the third or fourth day I regained the ability to use the toilet properly, so the motivation is mostly gone. Alyssa- Alyssa's my little girl- she's back in diapers full time. This experience has been too much for the little one." He snerked, "Actually... I heard that most teenagers are back in diapers. They can drive cars and sneak beer out of the fridge but being turned into a pet is so stressful that they're having significant trouble holding it!"
Bugsy broke out laughing while biting off a chunk of pretzel and spit some out, getting bread dust on the seat. He wiped his mouth, "Imagine that! You're going for your driver's test while pissin' into pampers!"
Arthur and Bugsy were the only ones amused by their incontinence comedy. Everyone else gave awkward looks to each other, or faked a smile like they were entertained.
All except Belle, who beamed a dreamy grin around the room, "Alyssa's become my little pumpkin pie! I love that girl..."
"Other than the toilet issues," said Pixie, "how is Alyssa doing?"
"Pretty good," said Belle, "She's reading at a junior high level!"
"Belle's like a mother to her!" said Arthur, taking a hand around the collie's waist, "A great mother, in fact!"
"And Arthur's like a husband!" said Belle, "I know I'm the master and they're my pets but..." she shrugged with a toothy smile, "I can't treat them poorly. I love them too much!"
Arthur rumbled happily and leaned in to plant a nice kiss on Belle's lips.
Pixie smiled daintily, "I know what you mean. I planted some restrictions early on but eventually I couldn't be so cruel to my lovely pets." Pixie looked over at Todd and patted his hair, Todd grinning tranquilly. Pixie spoke, "The only thing I have them do is eat out of dogbowls on the floor."
Arthur chuckled, "Eat out of dogbowls?"
Randal, Todd, Elizabeth, and Patricia were embarrassed. Randal squirmed in his seat and basked in comfortable silence. Elizabeth brushed some hair back.
"And my dogs are allowed to sleep on the bed- my bed," Pixie said, eyes gazing out voraciously, "Of course, because I have four of them I have to cycle through who gets the privilege each night."
Belle chuckled and rubbed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, "This one has a permanent residence in my bed. And if I'm a mom to Alyssa, then me and Arthur here..." she massaged his shoulder and laid a chin down upon it, "have been putting in the hours in making her a little brother or sister!"
"Oh my!" said Pixie, eyes full of stars.
"Can a dog and a rabbit have a child?" asked Patricia.
"A zooman dog and rabbit can," said Bugsy, finishing up the last bit of his pretzel, "So hopefully the young ladies in the room remember to take the pill if you're going to spend your free time porking all over town!"
The pet neighborhood was a bed for sexual interactions. Everyone was getting laid all the time, it seemed. With multiple partners too! Arthur shared a story about being invited over to a friend's house, or a house previously belonging to a friend before everyone got transformed. The house now belonged to the three pets turned masters, and his friend had been turned into a dog and his wife turned into a dove. He was invited over to the house through his friend and fucked everyone throughout the night, including their college-aged kids.
This inspired Todd to sharing his own tales of fucking across town. He met a rabbit girl while walking around and found the girl so attractive he couldn't help but get a boner. The girl noticed the tent on his pants and immediately undressed to let him fuck her. They fucked on the sidewalk like two unspayed dogs! Then the rabbit brought him inside to have sex with her roommates and the masters of the house.
Patricia had gotten pretty intimate with Kelsey, a friend she knew as a myuman. Kelsey had been transformed into a parrot and the two girls spent a lot of time having rampant lesbian sex. Kelsey even pushed Patricia to fuck her boyfriend.
Patricia gestured at herself, "We can't do a lot of shopping at the mall looking like this, but we can watch TV naked together!"
"It's been weird," said Arthur, "being a bunny and all- being a pet- but living's been so good! I never had sex like this before, and now I get it all the time! That goes for everyone, right?"
Everyone nodded, except for Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth?" beckoned Pixie, "Has your sex life been adequate?"
Elizabeth took a foot onto her seat and squirmed shyly, brushing some hair. She fidgeted her fingers on her knee, "Uhhhh..."
Bugsy snerked, "Wouldn't surprise me if that one was the only one of us that didn't have a prominent libido."
"No..." said Elizabeth, "I don't know how to talk about those things."
Patricia took Elizabeth's hand, "You talk about it! Don't be shy!"
Elizabeth blushed and let out a bright smile, "It's been great! I've been having it so much, every day!" She planted her feet down on the floor, tail wagging if she had one, "I've never had a lot of sex before being a dog, but since being transformed I've got it so much and it's been amazing! I've been having sex beyond my wildest dreams, feeling pleasure I never even knew I could!"
Everyone gave a cheer, happy that the collie girl was getting just as much sex as everyone else.
Pixie cheered, "Wonderful! It's so nice to hear that my pets are experiencing the joys of physical pleasure."
Unprompted, Elizabeth went into detail, "I've spent many nights at friends' houses and a few days ago they allowed me to..." she blushed, "... walk around in the nude."
It was only a few days that Elizabeth and the other dog pets in Pixie's house were forced to walk around in the nude, among other punishments. After the ban on clothing was lifted, she got back to wearing pants... at least, around the house.
Bugsy let out a sharp laugh, "You're allowed to wear clothes again but you still gotta go nude abroad?"
"It must feel good!" said Arthur, "Maybe you should start doing it around the house?" He chuckled, "We got a kid at home, we can't be naked around her!"
A laugh was exchanged among the room. It quieted down and Pixie took a pleasant glance at Randal. She said, "Randal, I believe that you are now boyfriend and girlfriend with Donna's pet?"
Randal grinned, "Yes! Me and Brandy are together now!"
Patricia smiled, fangs exposed, "Oh right! Tell us about her!"
"Who's Brandy?" asked Belle.
Bugsy chirped up loud, making sure his voice overpowered the room, "A fat cat girl Randy here's in love with!"
Patricia giggled, "She might be fat but Randal is smitten with her!"
"She's assertive and smart," said Randal, "a bit shy... but very beautiful."
Randal thought about his cat girlfriend for a moment and let an erection develop.
"Even though she's hundreds of pounds overweight?" asked Bugsy.
Arthur slapped his big round belly. It jiggled for a moment, "Hey, not everyone here is without sin."
"Because she's overweight," said Randal, "I love her big fatty body! She's so soft but..." he curled his feet together, "her sexual passion is so hard!"
Pixie was surprised. She had heard of fat people getting fucked even though they were fat but hearing Randal admire his girlfriend's tubby body was a new one. Pixie looked down and padded her flabby curves through her clothes. If there were people out there that found being fat very attractive, was being fat so bad?
Todd edged closer on his seat, "Did you... do it with her?"
Randal smirked, "Of course I did. When I went over there she immediately offered me a blowjob!" His eyes went heavenly and his mouth hung open in awe, "She sucked my dick so good. I had to return the favor! I ate her out on the couch!"
Oral sex? Those across the room felt a pang of arousal hearing Randal talk about having his genitals sucked and giving in return.
"Donna and Eustice left the house to us," said Randal, "We stripped naked and had sex all over the place! We did it twenty times I think!"
Pixie smiled, "You must really like her then!" She giggled, "I hope all that action didn't cause any physical problems."
"After that we went for a nude walk outside," said Randal.
The room chuckled.
"I might have allowed clothing again," said Pixie, "but my pets..." she eyed Elizabeth and Randal both, "...can't help but strip down!"
"We are a couple now... officially," said Randal, "but we're going to have sex with other people too."
"That's lovely!" said Pixie, "I'm so glad you found someone special. You'll have to invite her over sometime!"
"If she can get through the door!" said Bugsy.
It was an opportunity to be upset, but Randal kept his cool. He clinged to his seat and smirked over at Bugsy, "I bet if I invite her over you'll be drooling over her!"
There was a giggle across the room. Bugsy kept silent.
"You must really like her," said Pixie.
"Yeah," said Randal.
"In that case, you should give us a demonstration," Pixie smiled warmly, "Randal... masturbate to the thought of your girlfriend."
Something grabbed Randal's arms. He was being forced to take his hand to his pants, undo his belt, and pull out his cock- already a little erect. He grimaced as he uncontrollaby took his dick and cranked it, thoughts of Brandy filling his mind.
He thought of her sexy naked body, her legs out and sex wide open for him to see, big carriage hanging out in front. She had such chunky legs and clawed feet. He imagined grabbing her thighs and he could feel his fingers smush into her furry flesh. He imagined licking her pussy and he could taste it.
He giggled nervously, forced to pleasure himself with abandon in front of his housemates and guests. Oh but it felt so good! Precum oozed at the tip of his penis. He had half of his mind on the embarrassment as he gazed around the room at all the people laughing at him and then half of his mind on Brandy, naked and horny for him in his imagination.
"Your pet is well endowed," said Belle.
Arthur, feeling insulted, stammered, "Not as big as me!"
Pixie grinned, "Yes, I hear your rabbit is most large."
Belle smiled and nodded, "Yes." She looked over at Arthur, "Please... show them."
The rabbit bit a lip nervously and reached down to unzip his drawers. He had to struggle to get his cock out, stuffed tight in his pants. A fold of his underwear and a shift in his seat and his big cock flopped out, long and myumanoid.
Much longer than anything Todd or Randal could produce, the two dogs felt envious of the rabbit's rod as the rabbit spanked it and rubbed it, making it long and filling it out. It got stiff and stood up like a tower.
Elizabeth and Patricia stared at it mouths agape. Patricia drifted out of her seat, like she was being pulled to it. Elizabeth barked at it. She barked like it was a car driving by her backyard. She barked at it like it was a firecracker going off.
Patricia joined in, barking at it. It was like it wasn't supposed to be there, an intruder. The great dane barked at it, maybe to scare it off. Maybe Patricia was the one afraid of it.
Patricia and Elizabeth's barking got a laugh out of the room. Watching the two dog girls bark uncontrollably at Arthur's extensive penis like it was a cat was quality entertainment. Even Randal got a giggle as he cranked his cock, pre drizzling down his tip.
Their barking quieted and Patricia and Elizabeth giggled at themselves in embarrassment.
Belle smiled and placed a palm on the tip of her rabbit's dick, "This is what I sleep beside every night!"
Randal could imagine Brandy sitting on his lap, taking his cock, and a strand of cum shot from his dick and splashed on his pants. A few more fired at sprinkled his pants further, and landed on the carpet below.
It was more comedy for the room but Randal had his cum and kept on jerking. His orgasm didn't slow down his fapping nor did it soften his member. His mind continued to be half-lost in thoughts of his beautiful fat girlfriend.
Arthur patted his dick, "The day I got turned into a rabbit, it was a nightmare! But this..." he slid fingers down his shaft, "this was a highlight." He looked around, "You said you had your pets be naked all the time: would you mind if I stripped down?"
Belle grinned, "Oh yes! It would be nice to go nude. Would you allow us, Pixie?"
Pixie nodded.
Arthur pulled up his shirt and revealed a big white belly. Belle took off her beige top before pulling up the shirt underneath and tossed both articles onto the table behind her. She had a trim figure with white furry on her belly to compliment the brown stuff surrounding it. Her large breasts hung in front of her and once she removed her bra, they were out in the open.
Arthur dropped his shirt on the floor and stood up to let his pants fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and shoved them underneath his chair, now full naked and cock out in front of him. He looked over to see his master pull her tail out her pants and then her legs. Standing naked, fuzzy vagina out in the room, she tucked her pants underneath her chair.
Their nudity got applause from the others.
Arthur strutted around, his big cock hanging over his hefty balls. Anyone could see how heavy the shaft was with its lumbering swings. Todd felt envious walking past.
Belle strutted out into the middle of the chairs, letting everyone have a look at her, "It does feel nice to be naked out in the open." She slid her hands up her sides, "When I was a feral, I was always naked! Since becoming anthro, I've mostly just been naked in bedrooms." She took her hands and gripped her rump behind her, "But it's so nice to show off my ass!"
Arthur reached over and rotated a palm around Belle's butt cheek, "We're like two cavemen. Or cavepeople." He took the hand from her butt to her shoulder and leaned forward, "Urk urk!"
Belle smiled, "Urk!"
Arthur walked around the room and came to Patricia. He turned to her, big cock right in front of Patricia's nose. Her eyes dilated looking at the monsters. One of the biggest cocks she had seen in that neighborhood!
"It's nice, isn't it?" said Arthur, "Why don't you give it a touch?"
She cupped up a hand below it and took the weight in her palm. It was so heavy and masculine. A sensation in her surged, she crossed her legs awkwardly, and she breathed heavily, strained breaths escaping her nose and blowing against the surface of Arthur's shaft.
Her head jerked, her muzzle flinched, and she threw her head back to howl! She howled loud to the sky she couldn't even see above her! She howled for the big cock!
Elizabeth clenched her fist and chewed her lip but she couldn't help it: she curled her toes and howled too. Randal was still tugging on his cock, jism covering his tip and spurts of it all over his pants, his feet, and the floor. The call of the howl ringed in his ears and he jutted his head back to howl along. Todd joined in.
The others laughed. Bugsy turned on his side, cackling like mad. He got out some words, "Fuck me, it's like they're programmed to-" he bit his lip to stifle a laugh, "-to howl along!"
Patricia got a grip and her howling stopped. She took her head down and rubbed the bottom of Arthur's sac. The rabbit pivoted his feet into the ground.
Randal focused away from thoughts of Brandy for a moment to crack a joke at Bugsy, "You've never had anyone howl at your dick because it's so small."
There were some silent chuckles for Randal's insult. Bugsy scowled and crossed his arms, "In my myumanoid form, I would have the biggest one around! I'm a feral right now, that's all!"
"Sure..." said Randal, letting himself get back to his fantasy of fucking Brandy in the middle of a field in 17th century France. Her legs out, brushing against long strands of grass, Randal could practically hear her toes rubbing the plants. Randal fell into a dopey grin.
Pixie saw that Randal had covered his pants with jism and felt that was an appropriate celebration of his new girlfriend. With hands on her knees, she politely said, "You can stop pleasuring yourself, Randal."
Randal's jerking slowed, the invasive thoughts of Brandy stopped, and he looked at himself. Cumstains were all over his pants. He looked around for some tissues and saw a box on the endtable by the kitchen divider. He got up, penis still out, and walked over to grab the box, bringing it back to his seat. He began wiping down the cum. The stuff that was still wet, specifically.
Bugsy got his clocks turning. For anyone who had a penis in that room, his was the smallest. He needed to become myumanoid to stand a chance in the competition. He left his seat unceremoniously and snuck past the kitchen into the hall.
Arthur brought his naked body up to Elizabeth. The big cock was right there at eye level but when she raised up her hands to feel something, she took them to Arthur's round, flabby belly. Getting a giggle from Arthur, he smiled, "Do you like my tub?"
"Your tub's good," said Elizabeth, "It's very handsome."
Arthur took a hand behind his head, "Handsome, you say? I don't know about that."
Belle came up behind Arthur, pushing her body into his and letting her bush tickle the top of Arthur's right ass cheek. She took a hand out front and graced her pet's flabby front, her fingers touching Elizabeth's. She said, "I would. You're a stud."
Arthur wrinkled a smile, "Got two beautiful collie girls feeling me up."
Watching Belle and Elizabeth prod Arthur's fat belly was weird for the cat. They were so open about favoring a fat man. Was fat attractive? Was fat something that people could enjoy? She looked down at her own curves. Were those curves a curse or were they something to allure mates?
Geffa was in her room, at her desk. A stack of paper was before her.
While one hand was busy typing on a keyboard, the other was down her skirt. She rubbed one out to the thought of Randal. The fingers circled her vulva and her sex spat juice into her moist panties, so moist that they were seeping through down to her skirt.
There was a scratch on the door. Geffa removed her hand and wiped the sticky on the chair. The scratching continued and she could hear Bugsy's grumbling on the other side. A few seconds of it and she sighed, lifted her hand, and snapped her fingers. A magical force turned the knob and opened the door.
Bugsy came walking through, pulling up his pants, "Thanks. I have trouble climbing doors."
"What is it you need Bugsy?" she said, magically willing the door to close.
"I need to be myumanoid," said Bugsy.
Geffa smirked and leaned forward on the desk to keep a good view of her small friend as he approached. She said, "Feeling a little inadequate for the 'party' that's about to transpire?"
Bugsy rolled his head, "Yeh, yeh... I'd fit myself into a cave but I don't think any of the girls out there are ready for something like that. Nah, I gotta be on their level."
Geffa leaned back, "Very well." She cracked fingers and then fired a white bolt at Bugsy.
Bugsy's form was covered in a white light, and it expanded up and grew outward until it was the size of a nearly six-foot myumanoid. The light faded, and it was Bugsy... except myumanoid like all the others in the house. His brown jacket and heavy red shirt underneath grew with his size, and his dark gray cargo pants followed suit, having a hole out the back for his striped tail which was quite fluffy. Barefoot still.
He felt his raccoon face, the white fuzz underneath his black nose. He felt his point ears, and smiled.
"What?" said Geffa, "Think I wouldn't do it right?"
Bugsy looked down and fiddled with his pants. An unzipping of his crotch and unbuckling of his belt and he whipped his cock out, balls hanging in front of his pants. A decent size for anyone around and could likely get to eight inches, but that wasn't good enough to Bugsy.
"Just whipping it out," said Geffa, "Just like that?" She tapped a wrist on her desk, "I'm way too busy for that right now, Bugsy."
"Not yoooou," said Bugsy, "Think you could make this a bigger? I need to outrank the rabbit in there, and he's got a footlong!"
Geffa's eyes tilted upward in annoyance, "I suppose."
She snapped her finger and Bugsy's raccoonhood exploded with size! A big shaft and huge balls- the thing virtually doubled in size!
Bugsy smiled, "Niiiice!" He paused and felt a hand on the shaft and squeezed the balls, "But..."
Geffa raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"
Bugsy tilted his head, "Think you could give me something that could get to two feet?"
Geffa scowled, "Get out of here now before I turned you back into a girl!"
Bugsy snapped around and went to the door, stuffing his cock back into his pants. He took a hand to the doorknob while he zipped up. "Alright, alright! Geez!"
He buckled his belt while the door open and walked out, closing it behind him. Geffa huffed and clawed down the wood of the desk feeling like the moment was ruined for her to continue her masturbation.
The nice dinner party descends into an orgy as more people strip out of their clothes and get fucking. Bugsy shows off his extra-large cock, hypnotizing Randal with its unbelievable length. Randal embraces his homosexual attractions and he and Elizabeth make peace with their awkward lack of attraction for each other.
BRING YOUR PET OVER SO I CAN SEE HIS COCK (PART 2)
Arthur and Belle had taken a seat, albeit nakedly. Pixie and her party guests chatted for awhile about which non-pet species were present in the neighborhood in which Randal brought up his knowledge of Samson the lion and other outliers.
And then there was a raccoon. Bugsy walked in, drawing attention with his new myumanoid form. He took a seat on the chair he left alone and crossed one leg over the other, grinning.
Everyone glanced at Bugsy, looking very comfortable with a myumanoid body.
"What happened?" asked Randal.
"Bugsy!" said Pixie, taking a pinch to Bugsy's fuzzy cheeks, "You've never shown off your myumanoid form before!"
He panned his arms out and posed smugly. His big tail hung off the chair, fur whafting through the air. He said, "It's been awhile since I showed it off." He retracted his arms and legs close to his body, "I like being compact!" He relaxed his limbs and fell back in the chair, "But if I'm always small, I never get to show off certain... parts."
He zipped down his pants and reached in. What flopped out was, to many, unbelievable. Even flacid, the cock that escaped his pants was looking over eight inches and hung over a set of two very large balls.
Everyone gasped! Pixie took a hand to her chest, "Bugsy!"
Bugsy looked around the room while everyone stared at his junk. He picked it up and began rubbing it, letting everyone witness it inflating while he revved his engine. Arthur held his dick out, bringing his eyes back and forth from his to Bugsy's, assessing if the raccoon's was bigger than his... and quite quickly... it was.
Todd looked at it with shock, and Bugsy figured he was envious with Bugsy's larger size. Elizabeth and Patricia were drooling! Randal's expression perplexed Bugsy though. It wasn't jealous shock, it wasn't shy curiosity: it was astonishment. Randal stared at Bugsy's cock like it was the face of a god.
Randal crept out of his seat and shifted low towards Bugsy. His eyes were like stars twinkling at Bugsy's cock, which, with Bugsy's touch and rub, was extending past the footlong point with ample thickness.
It was triumphant to have Randal transfixed on Bugsy's dick, and he could feel Randal's urge to touch it, but then Bugsy looked deep in Randal's eyes and saw a gaze of loving adoration. Not worship- a deep and powerful love.
Bugsy stilled. When he felt Randal's hand brush the fur of his bare foot, Bugsy's hands twitched. Everyone stared as Randal crawled up to Bugsy's lap. Bugsy gripped his pants tight, staring at Randal like he was a venomous cobra.
Randal breath tickled the pit of Bugsy's scrotum. He took a hand to Bugsy's fuzzy balls and caressed them gently, adoring the weight of them.
Randal stared at the shaft in front of him, the cock so tall it left Randal's eyesight. He wasn't sure how to approach it, tilting his head to find the right angle. Impatient, he went in, taking his lips around the dorsal of Bugsy's shaft.
A gasp came across the room. A pair of doggy lips macked on his shaft and Bugsy smirked with a toothy grin and a twinkle in his eye, "Kid..."
The raccoon repositioned himself to be a better receiving end of oral pleasure, spreading out his legs. He clenched the seat and stared up at Randal in anticipation, trying desperately to keep his cum inside, holding his balls shut with all his willpower.
Bugsy breathed hard and clenched his jaws, closing his eyes to stave off as much arousal as he could because having the mastiff eat his cock like a lollipop was bad enough, but seeing Randal in love with the raccoon monolith pushed him over the edge.
Randal took the cock out of his mouth and brought it down to the shaft, smooching and licking the upper part of Bugsy's telephone pole. The skin of Bugsy's raccoon dick had an addictive taste that made it feel like his dick was part of Randal's mouth and that he couldn't be without it.
Bugsy was trying his best to hold in his orgasm but there was a stroke where Randal licked up the left side of Bugsy's cock that was too pleasurable and he couldn't hold it in anymore. His eyes split, and a primal moan escaped him before he went into a fit of chittering and screeching. Cum fired from his loins and up his long dick like toothpaste out of a tube. The squirt was ample, long, and flew through the air onto the floor, some of it getting in Randal's hair.
He grunted and screeched while he sprayed his jizz. More got on Randal and more got on the floor in front of him. Randal breathed hard and shivered as the cum rained on him. His legs quivered with excitement!
He tented his hands around Bugsy's dick to stroke it while he suckled the surface. Bugsy fired two large bursts into the sky before the cum slowed down and the ejaculation wasn't powerful enough to launch anything above and the cream fizzled out of his tip and trailed down his foreskin.
Bugsy's chittering and screaming silence and he relaxed. Randal got down on his knees and leaned against the seat between Bugsy's legs and caught his breath. He looked down at his cock, his dick pushing through his jeans. He wiggled his cock a bit and could feel some jizz sticking to his tip.
Bugsy's dick settled down and descending, deflating and shortening. The big member draped over Randal's shoulder. Randal looked up. Bugsy looked down and smiled. Randal returned with a grin.
The others were stunned. Elizabeth and Patricia were still in their seats. The collie looked over at the dane. Patricia tapped Elizabeth's foot with her own.
Elizabeth looked over, "What?"
"Hey Elizabeth," Patricia leaned close, "Did you cum your pants?"
Elizabeth looked down and wiggled in her seat. The moistness had soaked her underwear. She looked up and fought the grin on her face, blushing. "Yeah."
Patricia smiled, "Me too."
They giggled at each other quietly and took each other's hand.
Randal sniffed into Bugsy's cock. It was such a wonderful heat to be around! He took a hand up to Bugsy's sac and rubbed it gently, licking and kissing into the base of the meaty cock.
Bugsy looked down and watched the young dog mack on his dick. I might have to look into buying a wedding ring, he thought.
Pixie leaned over to give Randal a pat on his shoulder- the one that was unoccupied by Bugsy's huge flacid dick. She said, "Randal! I never knew you liked giving men oral pleasure so much!"
Randal remained at Bugsy's lap, macking on Bugsy's balls. Belle and Arthur walked around more, enjoying the nudity. Pixie curled her feet together when Arthur paraded his big dick in front of her but she kept to herself.
Arthur took it over to Elizabeth and let the giant member face Elizabeth down. Elizabeth stared at it nervously, anxious what he was going to do with it but also worried that her arousal would spike and she'd lunge the big meat like a bowl of ice cream!
Belle took a look at Elizabeth and had Arthur sidestep out of her way so that his master could stand in front of her fellow collie, showing off her trim furry body. Belle admired the tailless girl.
She gestured at Elizabeth, "Please, rise."
Elizabeth stood up and let the woman wrap her arms around her, bring her in close. Their breasts were tip to tip and Elizabeth could feel the warmth coming off of Belle's fuzzy vagina.
Belle's nipples rubbed on Elizabeth's blouse. She smirked, "I got a bigger chest than you." She looked at her behind, "And I have a larger ass but..." she turned back forward and leaned into Elizabeth's face, "I bet the boys are lining up to sniff your crotch!"
She reached down and pulled up Elizabeth's blouse. It was unexpected but Elizabeth raised her hands so Belle could take the top off. Belle reached around and unclipped Elizabeth's bra and out came those big collie tits. Not as big as Belle's, but close.
Belle took her hands below Elizabeth's tits and pushed them up, sizing their weight. She took a look at Randal and Todd then turned back to the fellow collie, "How often do you let them feed from these things?"
Elizabeth blushed and then broke into a giggling fit, "I... I don't!"
Belle chuckled and leaned into to plant a kiss on Elizabeth's lips. It shocked Elizabeth but the taste of the other collie won her over. She reached her arms around Belle and rubbed her back, her fingers brushing through the fur.
Their nipples crossed swords, bumping and prodding into each other. Belle had a slight height advantage but Elizabeth kept her ground. They pushed into each other, their boobs squishing out.
Elizabeth moaned. Belle crept out a giggle between chomps of Elizabeth's lips. They kissed, tongues waggling.
Elizabeth reached down with a hand and fiddled with her belt. Her fingers tangled with her buckle, wildly pushing and pulling the hooks apart until one of them popped. The other hook followed suit and Elizabeth let out the strap. The zipper went down and with their grip of Elizabeth's hips freed, she let them drop down to her feet. Being so lusty, she could have ripped off her panties, but she pulled them down as far as she could reach and let gravity and her legs wiggling do the rest.
The heat from both of their vaginas could have fried an egg. Close enough, their pubic fur danced with each other and their vaginas seeped, inches away and wanting to get close. The dance of heated vapors swerved around each other.
Elizabeth's vulva twitched and her toes waved anxiously underneath the bundle of clothes. She kicked away her pants and reached around the collie master's body and cupped her hands on the top of her hind mounds, letting her clawed fingers graze the lady's fluffy tail, and pulled herself closer.
The top of their nether lips connected, causing both collies to moan and their sexes exchanged lust saliva. The furs on the front of their bodies mixed, rubbing and wading through each other.
The others watched. Arthur was getting hard watching the two girls engage in a lusty rub. His dick rose high, aiming right at Patricia's face. The great dane gripped her seat with one hand and slowly brought a hand towards the rabbit meat with the other. Arthur realized what Patricia was up to and steadied himself.
The dane weighed his hefty balls, letting the scrotum smoosh in her hand, then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, ready for the penis to dock inside her port. She felt the tip bump the back of her mouth and she closed down, sucking and dancing her tongue across the bottom and flicking the sides.
Arthur's tongue poked out of his mouth and curled. His eyes drained and he went into a stupor while Patricia sucked his dick, his toes scraping on the carpet below.
Todd helped himself to some masturbation. Seeing the others get busy prompted him to unzip and let out his cock, jerking off with his master Pixie being ok with it.
Randal, still pecking at Bugsy's balls, untied the string on his pants and let out his cock, taking a hand to slowly churn it while his lips were on raccoon nuts.
Pixie smiled, looking across the room, "Looks like everyone's in the mood for oral!"
Todd grinned, stopping his cranking and lowering his arm to present his dick, "Did you want to get in on the action?"
Pixie smiled, "Yes, but I'd like..." she looked down at her crotch, "... to be on the receiving end."
She stood up for a moment, undid her belt, and lowered her pants, letting out her chubby thighs of orange color. She pulled down her panties and the house master's pussy was out for everyone to see, looking fuzzy that evening.
She sat back down on the chair and fingered Todd over to her. The rottweiler got up, hard cock bouncing in the air as he walked out of his pants, and stood before Pixie. He lowered himself to her seat and took her thighs, letting the fat squish in his hands. The master's pussy stared at him, a touch of glisten on the lips, eager for his tongue.
Massaging the sides of his master's butt and making her purr, he leaned in and wasted no time- jamming his tongue into the fold like popping a letter into a mail box. Pixie let out a sharp laugh, big smiled on her face, as she lifted her legs uncontrollably. Todd took a hand behind her to pull himself closer and to let him get deeper as he chomped into his master's netherregions.
Belle had brought Elizabeth down to the floor. They had each other in hand and tangled their legs together, rubbing their pussies together like sawing wood, ooze emitting from tailless and tailed collie alike.
Elizabeth's feet rubbed against the floor while she used a hand to shift her back and forth while her waist teetered into the other's collies privates. Belle, staring intensely at Elizabeth, kept her joy inside. Elizabeth let her mouth hang low while she moaned like an ape.
Elizabeth's pubes tickled Belle's cunt and she clenched the floor and curved her toes to keep it inside but it wasn't enough! She let out a hefty gasp and leaned her back so she could bark at the roof. It was a deep bark like a larger dog, but it had a dignity to it.
The bark stirred Elizabeth's loins and shook her basin loose. Yes, she could feel a climax come over her, laying down on her like a sheet of silk onto her body. It's warmth passed through her core and extended out to her arms, legs, and head.
Elizabeth chewed her lower lip and moaned roughly. Belle was on the edge of erupting too. She twisted her body on the floor, her butt shifting along the carpet. The jolt of orgasm zapped up her body and she gasped and she crunched her cooch deeper into Elizabeth's core.
Elizabeth moaned, lifted one leg up off the ground and their rubbing got fierce with them tugging on the other's arm tightly. The young collie let out a hefty moan and seeped from her sex.
Belle's ringed ear twitched when she heard that primal moan and she had to flip her head up in the air to give out a shaky howl! She caught a quick breath and fired another into the ceiling! She gripped the ground and gave a big, long one.
Elizabeth joined in. Patricia, Todd, and Randal too although the other three dogs had their mouths full with penis/vagina. Bugsy giggled as Randal let out a mighty bellow into the raccoon's nutsack.
Cum spat from Elizabeth and Belle's centers, getting all over their legs and floor.
Has Patricia try to howl with his cock in his mouth was a turn on for Arthur. Trying desperately to stay up on twisty toes, he moans loudly and coarsely and his big rabbit cock fired. Patricia's long dane mouth was doused with rabbit spunk, filling the bottom like a pool of slime. She drank it. She drank Arthur's bunny spunk, happily and demandingly. Her hands took his thighs and she let the rod go deeper into her throat while the dad-bun unleashed spat after spat of his jism. It was ambrosia to Patricia.
After he ejected all he could, Arthur took a seat on the couch nearby, wet cock slapping on the cushion.
Pixie was having trouble keeping a cum at bay with Todd's tongue flicking the top of her sex tunnel. She squeezed her legs together, not too hard to crush the rottweiler eating her out but to hold him tight. She pulled her legs up, gripped the seat below, and meowed deep and low.
Todd could feel his master's cum drizzle his tongue and the dog's jerking picked up pace, beating his cock like a car engine. The cum slid down onto the chair, wetting Todd's chin and Pixie's legs. She gasped and moaned, with one moan morphing into a meow halfway through.
Todd breathed heavily as the shunt of semen shot up his shaft and fired out in strings, falling to the floor, spitting on the chair legs, and getting it over his hands.
Pixie settled down and flexed out the last of orgasm, laying back in her chair. Todd fell back on his butt, looking up at his master. The two smiled at each other, Todd taking his foot to Pixie's and fiddling with her clothes and toes.
There was a minute to regain themselves and then Arthur spotted Pixie from across the room. Her vagina was out for everyone to see and he glanced at it, wanting to spread his sex into the master of the house.
He picked up his cock, holding it up like a cannon. He called over to Pixie, "Well... I'm here, Ms. Pixie. Did you want some of this?"
Pixie grinned and got up, walking over to Arthur. He stood before him and looked down at her blouse. She smiled, "I think we should all get naked."
Patricia was the only one without her privates out. Everyone else had their dick/pussy out so removing their clothing wasn't a dire breach of decency. Randal and Bugsy stood up, dicks already out, and took off their clothes- their tops and bottoms. Todd too.
Pixie threw her blouse on the couch and turned around to sit down on Arthur's cock, tail hanging of the side. She slid down onto his dick with a giggle.
Arthur took her flabby sides and rubbed his nose into her shoulder, "You are quite a lovely pillowy woman."
Pixie was surprised. Someone who liked her for her being fat?
Pixie got working on rocking up and down Arthur's cock while Bugsy sat down on a chair and Randal got busy licking up and down Bugsy's cock while he brought his hand up and cranked the top of it. Elizabeth watched Randal lick the cock and her heart warmed. Seeing her roommate engage in homosexuality so passionately was a side of Randal she never expected!
Elizabeth crawled over to Bugsy and got up beside Randal. She waited for an opening and took to Bugsy's dick, giving it a good lick. Bugsy's gaze went dumb having two people tongue his member. Elizabeth took it and sniffed close, nearly passing out at the smell and touch of such a large dick.
She cupped her lips on it, needing to wet her mouth to make it easier to slide it up and down the shaft. Her nose bumped into Randal's and she opened her eyes to see the dog boy staring back. Seeing Randal mack on Bugsy's cock was perhaps hotter than the huge raccoon cock itself.
Her eyes narrowed as she felt a pulse go up her body. She seeped, ooze crawling out of her cooch and splashed the fur on her thighs.
The two dogs pecked on the raccoon's cock and Bugsy was biting down on his lip so hard he was going to break skin. His eyes twitched and his gaze was manic. His hands gripped his seat with his claws stuck in the panel beneath the chair. His legs coiled around the chair's legs with his toes fanned in excitement!
Randal and Elizabeth mopped their tongues up and down Bugsy's shaft and the raccoon couldn't hold it in any longer! His taint rumbled and the canals of his testicles flared up. The train had to leave the station and jizz fire up his cock. It flowed up like a thermometer, hitting 140F and firing up into the air!
Jizz sprinkled down on Randal and Elizabeth, and they moaned. Elizabeth macked on Bugsy's cock while her hair was drizzled with raccoon spunk. Bugsy moaned and chittered, biting down his tongue and giving a manic grin.
Randal's cock was rock hard. Elizabeth jerked out the last bit of Bugsy's climax then let him relax in his chair. The collie turned to Randal's cock, taking a hand to its tip. Randal shivered and cooed when the collie's fingers tapped his bell.
She rubbed her palms over it and moaned. Sliding away from Bugsy's seat, she leaned back and stretched her legs out, her bushy collie sex eager for Randal. Randal crawled over and docked his hefty mastiff dick inside of Elizabeth.
Her knees locked to Randal's sides and they got busy rocking up and down! Elizabeth fell on her back, Randal shifting on top of her, sanding down the sides of her cooch with his wonderful dong.
Elizabeth kicked her legs out and barked curtly. Randal panted, his eyes closed so he could get lost inside the collie's deep sex. Her forest was so vibrant- Randal loved the camp his log inside her and pump.
Elizabeth could have been told she was getting fucked by a lion king and she would have believed it. This guy was her roommate? Who could have known that the dorky myuman was such a wolf deep within!
That cock poked and prodded her. It nuzzled deep into her sex and wanted to make friends with her innermost walls. It wanted to sketch ancient legends on her lowest floors, legends about how good he fucked.
Elizabeth squirmed, curving her knees and dangling her feet beside Randal's wide torso. The side of her feet rubbed into the mastiff's body and tickled her. She dangled her toes, the fuzz on the bottom up for everyone to see!
The cock cracked and smashed her core. She squirmed and flailed and an urge came up her chute. She moaned and leaned her head back, uttering a tiny wounded howl. She couldn't howl loud and proud- Randal's dick ravaged her too hard. Her lungs were weakened.
But cum she did. Her loins boiled and her lady juices secreted from her vagina, coating her vaginal lips and slipping into her fur. She moaned quietly, crunching her legs around Randal's form. The squeeze of her body was enough to make the mastiff cum. He growled, spit wetting his lips. The cum fired out of him quickly, not shooting in bursts but as one sustained stream.
He grunted while his flabby lips jiggled around and his ears tossed about. Elizabeth held her hair while Randal emptied into her and filled her body with his jizz. They slowed down, dislodged and collapsed on the ground.
Bugsy, collapsed on a chair, giggled at the two dogs. He rubbed a foot against Elizabeth's leg, "Watching you twos go at it like it was your first time."
Pixie had been drilled too deep. Arthur's big rabbit cock was going to split her in two and the fat cat lass spread her legs out wide, showing her bottoms of her feet to the whole room. She meowed loudly and gripped the seat below her while her taint tensed up and squeezed.
With every breath of her loud orgasm, cream erupted from her, spraying all over the floor and Arthur's ballsack. The rabbit, his face vapid with sexual satisfaction, hit his climax too. Pixie's eruption was joined with Arthur's seed, it hosing out of him like a burst pipe, his cock smothered with fluids. A mudslide of love emitted from them, drowning Arthur's ballsack and dripping all over the couch cushion.
Pixie exhaled, her body shaking and she tried to pull herself up from Arthur's lap, needing the rabbit to help her. A trail of cum hung from Pixie's cooch as she slid over to the seat beside Arthur, where she relaxed.
The party turned into an orgy. Everyone paired up and bumped uglies. Randal got with Patricia, Todd got with Pixie, and it was time for Bugsy to stick his titan-sized member into someone and see how much damage he could do.
Belle was the volunteer. Everyone made room on the floor and the collie got down and spread her legs, excited but intimidated at Bugsy's massive cock. The raccoon rubbed his telephone pole as he stepped closer to Belle.
Belle gulped and wanted to shut her legs with that rod beaming over her, but she gripped the carpet and kept her legs apart.
"Arthur," said Belle, "your master might start crying in the midst of this and I hope you won't think anything less of her!"
"You won't cry, dog," said Bugsy as he descended on Belle, his cock smacking her breasts and chin, "You might mess yourself, though."
Belle giggled nervously and Bugsy leaned his ass back, tail in the air, and then inside the cock went, digging into Belle's center.
At first, it was manageable, but even if Belle was prepared for inches of cock, the sensation was like nothing she could have predicted. It kept going. Its size made the insides of Belle's body feel like an endless abyss.
Bugsy got in as much as he could jam inside and still had some inches left in the air. Whatever the case- the raccoon smiled deviously and thrust into the collie.
Belle moaned and screamed. It was too much cock. At the same time, she needed it inside of her. Whatever length Bugsy's cock was, it was like an electric cannon firing into her flesh space. It hurt and twisted her but she wanted it more.
Belle folded her arms to her chest, and flailed her legs out, toes splitting like branches of a tree. Her ass rocked and jolted on the floor as she moaned and barked. Her tail snapped back and forth on the carpet.
Bugsy closed his eyes and let drool run down his smile. He held his hands firmly and place and let his hips to the work. It had been awhile since he had a cock that big but how much force to put in each thrust and how little to pivot his center, it came naturally.
Just when Belle thought she could get used to Bugsy's thrusting, the oversized cock would hit her again in a way she wasn't prepared. There was no possibility of her vagina getting used to the thrusts she was getting. It was so overwhelming she had to remind herself to breath.
She would break out into a howl and then cut herself off to squeal with pleasure. She would devolve into a barking fit only to hum dumbly the next second. Her legs smacked Bugsy's sides.
Everyone watched as Belle's response to Bugsy's cock got more and more wild. She was snapping her head around, hanging her tongue out, eyes full of derp, sloshing drool in the vicinity of her head.
Excitement turned to caution as it looked like Belle was getting drilled by a real drill and not a fleshy metaphorical one. She flailed her hips and slithered her body like she was trying to get away. A few of the onlookers felt they should stop Bugsy.
Bugsy's tip tickled and that set him over. His shaft's resistance to sending a signal down to his testicles and demand seed- the resistance failed. A pulse fired up his shaft and into Belle's body. He thrust and geysered into Belle's sex, invading it with his seed. The seed ooze from out of Belle, onto the floor.
Bugsy's tongue flailed out as he pumped. Get every last drop, he did. He giggled with delight as he came. It was like pour a pitcher of iced tea with how constant and long it felt. His feet dug into the carpet. Once he was done, he pulled out. The sound was like rubbing a wooden stick along a ridged pipe, his dick took so long to dislodge. Belle felt like organs had been pulled out of her body when Bugsy dragged his cock out of the hangar.
She let out a tortured gasp. Her eyes were wild and her face covered in drool, she collapsed her arms on her chest and caught her breath, tongue lulled out.
"Now that's FUCKING!" said Bugsy, standing up with his semi-flacid cock flopping around.
Belle struggled to sit up but managed to get something of a ninety degree angle.
"How was it, Belle?" said Arthur.
Belle stared at Arthur, but said nothing.
Arthur frowned, "What's wrong with her?"
"She's been fucked stupid," said Bugsy, "Not too stupid, but she ain't going to be speaking words for awhile."
Everyone was shocked! Fucked stupid? They didn't know it was possible. Most pets in the room had experiences being scared stupid but to fall under a mind state through sex so good... that was new.
Bugsy sat on a chair and fondled his huge orbs. He smiled, showing off his fangs, "This baby knows how to fuck up a girl's hole up to her brain." He looked around, "Who's next?"
The other girls were silent. Such a huge cock... it was alluring, but they were worried about the after effects of such a longbarrel. Patricia wondered that if she were to get fucked so hard she went dumb, would she come out of it?
Pixie swallowed hard, stood up defiantly, "I will."
The others worried for her, Todd especially.
Bugsy chuckled, "All right. Get on the floor, house master."
Pixie lowered herself to the floor, a spot a few feet away from the cum puddle Belle left. The cat's fatty butt squished on the carpet her the carriage on her front shifted and sagged as she got situated for Bugsy.
Bugsy got up from his chair and got down on the ground with Pixie, his big cock smacking her knees. He took his hands into Pixie's belly fat and grinned, "At least you got a lot of cushion." He leaned down and rubbed his head into the cat's flabs, "And if I get tired I can take a nap!"
Pixie blushed. Her baggage was getting praise that evening.
Bugsy licked his lips, and heaved back to dip his cock inside the cat. Pixie's face was blank for a few inches but when Bugsy's cock reached the six inch point, Pixie squirmed and her face crunched. She pursed her lips and snarled her nose.
"Nnnngh!" she moaned. She kicked up her legs and made fists when Bugsy got the most of it in- no way she could survive the whole thing!- and pumped into her sex. She could stand it when he was going slow but when Bugsy turned up the speed and got to fast fucking, it hurt.
She squirmed, flailed, moaned and spasmed until... she stopped, still. Her face went derpy with her tongue hanging out and all she emitted was a quiet breathing.
"Pixie?" said Todd, concerned.
Pixie moaned, to signify she was still alive, just lost in a trance of the titanic-sized cock drilling out her cave. It felt like it was extending her vagina with how big it was. No, it felt like she was given a second vagina carved out of the stone of her body.
The penetration became too much and her quiet uttering became loud. With her head collapsed on the floor, her body lifted and shifted. Her feet and hands twitched. Her tail waved and sauntered across the ground.
This went on for minutes until suddenly she screamed, eyes like supernovas and her mouth open and teethy. She flailed her arms around, landing the occasional scratch on the carpet below. Those that spectated took a step back. She pounded her feet in the floor.
Master's river flowed and swatches of her juices emerged from where Bugsy was lancing her, the wetness getting on the parts of his cock that didn't fit into the cat lady's netherrealms. The raccoon's oversized cock cracked into the sexy abyss while her essence squirted out.
By the time she was done her orgasm, honey was all over the floor. Bugsy pulled out his cock. Her face was frozen with arousal, her mouth wide open and her eyes swimming in fury behind her eyeglasses. She had to push her mouth close to get it to move.
"How'd ya like that, Pixie?" asked Bugsy.
Pixie looked at him and meowed, a small smile cracking on her face.
Bugsy nodded, grinning toothily, "Sounds about right."
The room devolved into a series of fucks. Bugsy moved on to Elizabeth while the others paired up. Todd tended to Pixie, the dog and cat drooling together like a duet of saliva. Patricia mounted Arthur, riding him on the couch.
This left Randal and Belle. The collie got down on her knees and elbows, presenting her behind to Randal. He got down over her, cupped one of her breasts and went to town. Doggystyle, the old favorite. A hard rock and then he exploded in her. She barked and this waved up a round of barks across the room.
Randal let Belle climb out from under him and he collapsed down on his knees, resting his chest into the carpet floor. He heard steps behind him and looked around to see Todd.
Todd... his most unpleasant roommate. An awkward skeezy geek who always made jokes about stealing panties and watching girls change without them knowing. A guy who's interest in the affairs of his peers was always insincere and ulterior.
But Todd stood there, the doberman bare naked, his decent build and nice chest out in the open. Did Todd work out? He had abs prominent enough to look like his torso had speed bumps. And then there was the cock. It hung there, puffy in between sexual sessions. It was bigger than Randal's, even only a bit.
Todd descended down on Randal and put his arms around him. The mastiff shivered, being held by a man in such a sensual way. Todd rubbed Randal's round belly and his cock slapped between Randal's buttcheeks. Randal blushed.
Todd brought his head up to Randal's back, positioned his knees parallel to Randal's, and Randal's butt parsed to take the dobie cock. It slid in, Randal's hole welcoming the long massive meat.
Inside, Todd did thrust. Holding his arms around Randal, Todd pumped into his roommate's ass. Their toes tangled and Todd rubbed some fingers on Randal's hand. Randal breathed heavily and gasped with the butt attacks!
It was a dick in his ass. A long hard pole, like one he was familiar with, screwing around the inside of his butt. He looked behind and saw Todd on top of him, breathing coarsely and his eyes narrowed with intensity. Randal tried to remind himself that Todd was a degenerate, a disgusting roommate of his, but in that moment Randal couldn't bring himself to believe it. With such a long hard dick up his ass, Todd was a god.
Randal's asshole vibrated and he bucked like a bronco! Todd rushed him like a tiger in the wild. The barks ricocheted up Randal's throat like popped popcorn. He barked into the air like he a stranger's car pulled up in the driveway.
This got the other dogs in the house to bark too. The barks were often strained being that many of them were in the midst of a rising orgasm. Todd's barked into Randal's back like his had to be passed through a filter of brown mastiff fur. His drool leaked on the dog below.
Todd's hips to Randal's asscheeks. Two strong pelvic sidings into a chubby dog's bulbous buttocks. Smack smack smack smack smack. It smart but it was a smart that Randal enjoyed. Being on the receiving end of a great big cock, it was a new avenue of pleasure!
Randal's erect cock hung and jiggled in the air, his balls stretching down and then pushing up in a cycle of bounce. His seed swished around inside, simmering until it boiled over and the mastiff clutched his fingers, curled his toes and then leaned up to howl loudly.
He sprayed all over the floor, his unoccupied cock shooting jism on the carpet like there was a leak in the backyard hose. White stuff fired out of Randal, spitting on the bottoms of his arms and hands, flooding the fibers below.
Todd heard Randal's howl and saw the pool of seed he was making underneath and his ball tickled. The doberman growled as his loins burned and the dorky dog boy shot his cum up into Randal's ass, pumping hard and pushing his thighs deep into Randal's. He let himself flail as his cum spilled into Randal's backside.
The two dogs slapped thighs and butts. They barked and came with great abandon. Their chambers empty, their barking faded and their energy cooled. Todd fell on Randal's back, breathing heavily. After a moment of recuperation, Todd pulled out.
Elizabeth was recovering by the recliner, her back on the armrest. Randal got up and walked over to her. She grinned seductively as he sat down in front of her.
They gazed at each other for a moment. The awkwardness that had been consuming them the last week ever since their animalistic restrictions were lifted and thus had to engage with each other like people, that awkwardness was bust in that moment. In the middle of the orgy, they could see each other as animals again.
Elizabeth turned on her hands and knees and got down to present to Randal. That prominent pussy was looking hard and ready but that's when Elizabeth took a finger to her butthole and smiled at Randal. Randal knew what to do.
He climbed on the collie and stood his knees and arms around her. There was the instinct to put the cock into her vagina but he checked himself and aimed the rod a little higher. His slid it inside.
Elizabeth's butt was softer and not as moist as Randal would know from a vagina but once the mastiff started pumping into her, the rhythms felt right. His thighs hit her cheeks at a different angle than he was used to, rubbing against his waist with a narrower curve of her rump.
The collie's face sank into ecstasy as the mastiff drilled her ass. She thought, oh yes Randal fuck me in the ass like a bitch. Fuck me so hard you make it so I never have to sit down again. Fuck me in the ass all night and make me your naughty little bitch. Fuck me in the ass until I weep!
Elizabeth's chest swayed under her. The rocking of collie and mastiff made the boobs dangle excitedly. Her uncrewed pussy, getting smacks from Randal's thighs, was simmering and spitting, liquid wetting her crotch area.
Randal leaned his back up, getting Elizabeth in the ass with his chest out as far as he could while planted on top of the collie. He looked up into the air, triumphantly, like he deserved a medal for fucking Elizabeth in the ass!
Elizabeth turned her arms inward, moaned, and the simmering pussy behind her burst like a leaky faucet as her moans turned to barks turned to howls. She lifted her head up, bumping her ear on Randal's chin, and howled. Honey escaped from her and got on the floor.
Randal barked deeply and breathily while his balls drained themselves of their tiny children into Elizabeth's well. The mastiff thrust wildly and one spurt after another fired inside of Elizabeth.
Their legs rubbed together. In the throes of their parallel climax, their legs danced. Their calves shoved into each other and their feet played- toes tangling and waving into each other.
They broke into a gasp of breaths and Randal fell on Elizabeth before feeling like his might be too heavy for her and leaning up. Elizabeth looked back at him and smiled. His cock turning flacid, he pulled out. They had a rest together before Elizabeth went off to ride Todd on the couch.
The orgy continued and Randal found himself without partner. All other bodies were taken, except for Arthur- the rabbit dad visitor of the evening. When they saw each other alone, they knew what had to be done.
Randal was only getting started on embracing his homosexual attractions and Arthur was a stranger! The mastiff was nervous but he got down on the floor leading out to the kitchen and proposed his ass to the big bellied lapine. Arthur stretched his arms back, thrusting his big belly out in front and making his huge cock wiggle, and then climbed down on Randal.
Here we go, Randal thought to himself.
That cock infiltrating him like a python through the trees. Todd's was big and Randal knew it but the girth and length of Arthur's made his arms turn weak, and that was even before the heavy bunny got his motor started and got pumping into Randal's butt.
Randal's breathing took off and his claws dug into the carpet. He groaned. Arthur's cock was putting the pain on his rectum. It was a good pain but his ass muscles were getting a workout they had never gotten before.
Arthur's grunting was manly and heavy. The rabbit lowered his belly into Randal's back and covered it like a heavy flesh pillow. The white fur of Arthur's body mixed with Randal's brown and created a fiction of intimacy that made Randal's dick go hard.
The rabbit's huge balls smacked against Randal's. It smart but it was electrifying. His fingers and toes jolted in all sorts of manic ways. He smiled wide, drool riding down his lip. His eyes were caught between euphoria and horror.
That big rabbit cock was in him, touching onto the depths of Randal's soul. All the secrets that Randal never wanted to share, that cock was smacking off the shelves and breaking free for everyone to say. He quelled barks jumbling around in his throat lest he speak and tell everyone things they were not supposed to know.
Randal didn't know what to do. The daddy-rabbit rammed him like a train engine. It was so overwhelming the mastiff had trouble feeling the pleasure of the lurid act, but then the bun-cock would scrape inside his ass a particular way and Randal would shiver at the delightful touch.
Arthur's hand crept under Randal's body and took hold of his erect shaft. Randal whimpered when the dadbun stroked his shaft, foreskin stretching and bundling to the rhythm of the pump.
His cock twitched and his balls hiccuped and his seed bubbled up his shaft. He bowed his head, he growled letting slobbing tangle out the sides of his mouth and drip on the floor. The slobber and the first shot of seed landed below at the same time. His drool slowed down but his balls fired the white stuff all over the place, getting globs of it on his arms. He squealed while Arthur jerked him off and the bundad was having so much fun that his lid popped too.
Leaning up to squonk into the air, the rabbit came. His huge balls and cock fired his rabbit jizz into Randal's netherspaces and flooded them like the sewers of Napoleonic France. Randal's canals took a surge of lapine jism.
The two men, one young the other old, rutted into each other until each had expelled their loads. The floor beneath Randal was splashed with his seed and his anal passages were full of Arthur's. The rabbit pulled out and for a split second Randal's tailhole felt empty and vulnerable without the large cock resting inside. His butthole relaxed and the feeling passed. He had gotten used to it after a quick foray of sex, apparently. Then his body relaxed, he sat down on his butt, and let himself dwell on the sensation of having a bunch of sperm swimming around in his asshole.
Elizabeth had a round with Bugsy's big cock, laying down on the floor with her legs open, ready to receive the titanic member. She could have assumed before entry but she knew from how much it wrecked everything inside her that it was the longest rod she ever had inside her. Her experience with cocks measuring up to 15 inches didn't make Bugsy's any easier.
She wanted it, sure, but every time the cock poked so deep into her that she could feel her lungs shift, it almost felt like her body would cease function. The craving for Bugsy to go deeper was a craving for death.
It was chaos, that cock up her vagina, but through all the hell and fire she could feel a climax spritz up inside her. She spread her legs out as far as she could have them, one foot tapping Arthur on his leg while he rutted with Patricia, and another kicking the endtable with the unused ashtray. She screamed- no howl- just a scream. A loud and guttural one. She passed her love juice and Bugsy pulled out.
Elizabeth collapsed on the floor, shaking with her legs twitching. She laid on the ground while seed spilled out of her.
After Arthur shot inside Patricia, Bugsy brought the great dane to the couch and had her spread for him, her legs up in a V. Bugsy stuck it in and Patricia pulled her head back and screamed.
Patricia could take it though. Sure it was a cock long enough to impale most of her body but she was a great dane, one of the biggest dog breeds! She was also pretty chubby. She told herself she had to be strong!
Everyone partnered up again. That left Randal and Todd. The two dog boys stood in the middle of the living room surrounded by wriggling bodies in the midst of trading essences. There was a quiet in their zone, an eerie silence.
Randal looked at Todd.
Todd smirked a bit, revealing a fang, and Randal's heart raced. Todd took a step forward and Randal found his face drifting into Todd's, the two kissing quietly for a moment while they rubbed their bodies into each other, taking their hands behind one another.
Their cocks rose with each other, crisscrossing as they hardened. They jutted out to the side once they were full mast and Randal reached down and directed them up to shoot up alongside their torsos.
Todd rocked his hips into Randal, the mastiff returned the favor and the two dogs grunted while humping each other while their cocks smacked against their thighs, their stomachs, and each other.
Their humps and kisses were so frantic they couldn't help but spill drool everywhere. Spit got on their faces, their chests, and the floor.
They grunted and exploded on each other. Geysers of cum fired up their chests, getting into their fur. Their balls unleashed a spattering of chest paint. They barked into each other's mouths until their cums were finished.
They stood together, cum dripping off of the cocks hanging below them. They breathed.
Bugsy's plug broke and a tidal wave of cum unleashed from him. Patricia's womb was drowned in the raccoon spunk but as she flailed on the couch, Bugsy barely able to keep hold of those dancing legs, she howled and barked with great delight! There was no way that Patricia could have came as much as Bugsy with her nethers producing a normal-sized amount of honey and Bugsy's cock producing a giant's worth of seed, but she came happily and healthily, the ooze flowing from her like a can of shaken soda pop getting open. It sprayed all over Bugsy's torso and waist and got on her thighs too. It leaked onto the couch.
Randal moved on to Pixie. His master was sitting on the armchair, dripping jism from her cooch and making a sticky spot on the cushion. She couldn't speak but Randal knew by the way she looked at him that she was up for a fuck.
The armchair would have made a good seat for Pixie's fuck so Randal sat down and Pixie waited for his cock to get hard before sitting down on it. Sliding on his master made Randal's ass cheeks clench in excitement and Pixie's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.
Pixie jostled up and down and the mastiff dick rubbed up her insides as usual, but when Randal took Pixie's folds, caressing her fatty sides, she giggled. Randal leaned down to kiss them. He nuzzled into them and caressed her belly.
Do people find fat attractive? Pixie asked herself.
Randal loved the way Pixie's flabby ass hung over his lap. His thighs, also a little chubby, smooshed with the cat tubbiness. His round belly pushed into Pixie's chubby back.
"My master is so sexy," said Randal, caressing her belly from behind, "hoping she doesn't lose weight."
Pixie meowed loud when she came, raining fluids all over Randal's lap. She rode his rod a few more pumps and she got up on shaky feet, thighs wet with arousal.
The orgy slowed down. Everyone had a multitude of orgasms and were having trouble recharging quickly. They found places around the living room to lounge in absolute nudity, catching their breath. Wet spots were everywhere, some soaked into the fabric and others with a prominent sheen of something white and sticky.
Randal was resting against the back of an armchair when Elizabeth crawled out from around the corner. She looked at him with eyes sincere.
"Hey Randal," said Elizabeth, "Can we talk?"
Randal blinked, "Uh... sure."
They both got up on shakey legs and walked to the backroom where the newspaper was laid out before. There were a couple of crusty old chairs, not adequate for a heart-to-heart in the corner so Elizabeth pulled them out.
It discomforted her to sit on such an old thing with her naked vag and anus but she wiped off the dust and took a seat. Randal sat beside her, anxious about what this was about.
Elizabeth smirked, "You were really good today."
Randal grinned. This was off to a good start!
She took a hand through her hair, "Got to say, I wasn't expecting to see you go down on Bugsy's dick like that."
Randal giggled shyly, "Me neither! But I had an urge so..."
They exchanged a giggle.
Elizabeth scratched her chest, "It's been weird, hasn't it? Ever since we got the ability to speak again... and the ability to wear clothes." She took her eyes back up to Randal, "There's been a... distance between us?"
Randal nodded, "Yea. Not sure what it is but..." he looked over Elizabeth's body, "thinking of you as a sexual partner bugs me."
Elizabeth placed her elbows on her lap and leaned forward, "Same. But... why?"
Randal looked down and fiddled with his shaft, the puffy member flopping around on the chair's hard cushion. He shrugged, "Guess after we had to start interacting like people again, the idea of you and me interacting like," he smirked, "animals seemed inappropriate."
Elizabeth gave a chuckle, a singular one.
"We didn't talk a lot as myumans," said Randal, "We were just roommates and that was it. Then we got turned into dogs and we couldn't speak and we were naked all the time..."
Elizabeth nodded, her hair veiling her fae eyes, "...so we got to know each other as animals."
Randal nodded.
"Do you think of me as that myuman roommate?" asked Elizabeth.
Randal thought for a moment, then nodded silently.
Elizabeth smirked, "I can't say I'm that girl anymore. It's only been two weeks but I've changed so much," she gestured down to her furry body, "and not just physically."
"Do you still think of me as that myuman guy, too?" said Randal.
Elizabeth went silent. She gazed off and then returned her look to the mastiff, "Maybe I do."
Randal giggled but kept quiet.
"I think one day that will change," said Elizabeth, "but in the meantime, if it's too weird for us to have sex," she motioned at her naked body, "usually, anyway- we don't have to have it."
Something lit up inside Randal's eyes. He had been so horny those last couple weeks and with everyone posing as a potential sexual partner, especially now that he was comfortable with sleeping with men. The idea of there being a zooman he didn't want to fuck was crazy!
But why? he thought to himself.
"We can be friends and let whatever happens happen," said Randal.
Elizabeth grinned warmly, "Sounds like a good idea!" Her eyes lit up, "And... you can always bring your new girlfriend over."
Randal chuckled, "I might have to do that!"
The two closed the distance between their chairs, leaning against each other and cuddling.
Pixie had grabbed a can of iced tea from the fridge and brought it back to the couch. She sat in a spot of someone's erotic dampness but she didn't care. Her fur had multiple spots of stickiness. She was as stained with sexual fluids as the furniture around her.
Todd, his hair disheveled and his fur roughed up, walked on shaky legs towards his master. He plopped down on the seat beside her and collapsed his body into her shoulder. As great as the orgy was, it felt like he had survived a battle.
Pixie looked down at her body. Her rolls of fat hung out below her. Todd reached over and rubbed a hand on her belly.
"Todd," said Pixie, "Am I attractive?"
Todd looked at her, puzzled. "Uh... yeah?"
"Even though I am overweight?" Pixie reached down and fondled her flab, wiggling it up and down.
"It's never been an issue to me," said Todd.
Pixie thought for a moment. She was fat and that was supposed to be a problem, but it didn't hurt her ability to be attractive. After a night of forty different sexual encounters, entertaining the idea that Pixie was not attractive would have been ludicrous.
"Am I attractive because I'm overweight?" asked Pixie.
Todd hummed, "You might be. It makes you especially... inviting."
Pixie chuckled and rubbed the lap of her favorite doberman.
The cat master left Todd on the couch and went to find Patricia, her former owner back when Pixie was a feral and Patricia was a myuman. When Pixie took command of the house, she punished Patricia for overfeeding her with the goal of making Patricia as fat as she was. Even though a lot of punishments were canceled, Pixie still overfed Patricia.
Pixie found Patricia in the kitchen, chewing on a couple strips of beef jerky.
"Patricia," said Pixie, "Could we talk?"
"Ummmm," Patricia said with jerky in her mouth, "Sure."
Patricia gobbled down the jerky and took Pixie's hand. Pixie walked to her room and shut the door.
The mood was anxious. What was Pixie going to do?
The cat brought the great dane over to the bed and she put her hands on Patricia's tall shoulders, caressing them lightly.
"You're irresponsibility as a cat owner made me fat," said Pixie, "so when I was uplifted into this," she gestured at her body, "I took the overweightness with me."
Patricia ducked away nervously, "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't know that this would have happened."
Pixie chuckled warmly, "It is alright. In this world, people will find my fat attractive." She narrowed her eyes seductively, "Maybe more attractive."
Patricia grinned and motioned closer.
"Maybe this figure is a blessing," said Pixie, "and if that is the case, I should thank you for giving it to me."
Patricia's eyes went wide as Pixie motioned her down onto the bed. Patricia spread her legs out along the side and Pixie got down on her knees. Taking hands on Patricia's lap, Pixie leaned forward into Patricia's fuzzy great dane vagina.
Pixie took a swipe at the netherlips with her tongue, causing Patricia to twitch her leg up and claw the blanket below. Pixie leaned further in and wrapped her mouth around Patricia's crotch, macking her lips on the great's dane pelvis and taint.
Patricia grimaced. The teeth nibbling on her vulva, the tongue dancing on and inside her sex- it was too much! Even after all the fucking she had gotten prior that night, her master chewing on her loins like she was eating a plate of spaghetti shook her nerves but good!
Her pet tasted good, Pixie observed. She took that tongue inside and let its tip explore the inner flesh. She poked and prodded around the entrance, seeing how every degree of Patricia's vagina felt and tasted like. Pixie's tongue explored and made notes on this uncharted land.
Patricia moaned and clutched her lap. She grabbed hold of the flabby flesh on her thighs and clamped her clawed fingers down, pinching the furry flabs. Her feet pivoted against her will. She twitched her knees, using all her willpower to have them swing away from Pixie to not hurt her cat master.
Pixie chowed down on her and her loins couldn't help but twitch and sweat in response. The cat's tongue was digging her out like a pudding cup! With every lick inside her, with every chew on her vulva- it made the great dane's body burst with energy.
She beamed like the sun. Pixie's tongue was treated to a surge of great dane fluid. It coated her tongue, and burst inside her mouth. The cat chomped down ferociously and her grip on Patricia's legs tightened, her toes scraping the carpet below.
Patricia yapped and howled as her cat master chewed on her privates even as they expelled an orgasm. She shifted and twitched as best as she could but her master held her down to the bed and Patricia gripped the seat.
The orgasm passed and the front of the bed had a wet mark, proof of her climax. Pixie and her shifted to the side of the bed where Pixie sat down and Patricia got on her knees. The dogs tongue was larger and could go deeper, so when the great dane flicked it inside, the cat's eyes when cross and she meowed sensually.
Patricia couldn't restrain herself. She could not be elegant. She wanted to eat her master's pussy so bad. She chomped and devoured it with her great dane lips smacking and wiping all over the cat's crotch, matting fur and making a ruckus.
Pixie wrapped her feet around Patricia's back, rubbing her great dane fur with Pixie's clawed toes. They dug into the fur and played with it, stroked it, and brushed it back in its place when the cat was done having her time petting.
Pixie purred and grunted, a strand of drool hanging from her cheek. She leaned over and took her hands to her bed, gripping the blanket while she pried her legs open to let her pet dog wolf down her loins.
Patricia macked on the cat's cooch and the tongue danced inside her, reaching further than a tongue was meant to go. Pixie whimpered and she let herself go. She hunched down and meowed coarsely while cum flowed out of her. Patricia licked the honey up the more that Pixie expelled it. She breathed heavy and moaned while her orgasm escaped her and after she was done she fell on the bed.
They composed themselves and Pixie slid into bed, inviting Patricia. The dog was taller than Pixie and played big spoon, holding her from behind, but as she looked at her master and felt down her flabby body, the horny returned to Patricia.
She humped right into Pixie's rear. She grunted and thrust her vagina into the cat's rump. Pixie grinned warmly. It felt good to be vaginally humped!
Geffa's work was done. She got up from the desk and walked to the door. Shutting off the lights, she went outside into the halls. The house was dark and quiet but the smell of sweat and sex was strong. She walked into the living room and saw a bunch of zoomans lying around, tired- like they had survived a war.
She looked down the hall to the backroom and saw a slice of Randal's figure. She scowled. She had heard everything- every orgasm and every thrust. It was the night that Randal had his first homosexual experiences with Bugsy, Arthur, and Todd.
Bugsy was resting on the chair. Geffa walked up and leaned down, "Do you want me to revert you to feral now or later?"
Bugsy snapped out of his stupor. He looked up, "Uhhh... later." He looked down and waggled his dick, "Me and this beast have some more work to do."
"You won't be keeping that, though," said Geffa.
She pointed a finger and fired a bolt down at Bugsy's huge member, shrinking it down to the original (although still decent) size.
Bugsy jumped, "Hey! Why'd did you do that!?"
Geffa said nothing and went to the door while Bugsy looked around for his clothes, quick to hide his regular-sized cock from the rest of the household.
Geffa went out the door and looked at Patricia's car. She'd need a ride herself so she snapped her fingers and a sedan appeared on the road, albeit in a black color. She walked up to the car, the door opened magically, and she slid inside the driver's seat.
She started the car and drove away from Pixie's house. The neighborhood was quiet and still. She saw a couple people on a porch, hanging out, but it was a quiet night for not being that deep into the evening.
Geffa's thoughts drifted towards Randal. The chubby mastiff had caught her fancy. She took a hand off the wheel and slid it inside the belt of her skirt, diving into her panties, and let those fingers find her vulva, stroking and caressing it. She pinched the black lips and glided a claw down one of the folds.
Geffa's eyes closed, taking her other hand off the wheel. Not a problem, she could drive the car with her godlike mind and it gently rode down the evening roads. The dragon pictured Randal, the chubby mastiff, on the floor digging into whatever female caught his way. The dog boy had such a large cock.
Geffa moaned.
The made route to the college, passing by the occasional vehicle. Geffa focused on playing with her genitals, her snout stretching and her lips pursing as she touched herself, reaching inside her sex to rub the walls of her canal.
Her feet off the pedals, she splayed her legs out and massaged a hand on her vagina, spreading out those fingers and bumping her palm over the steamy flesh. She latched out her fingers like talons from a hawk and snatched her panties, ripping them off her waist. She lifted the fan of her skirt up and took a hand up and brought it down to spank her pussy!
She spanked it hard and fast! She clenched the curve of her skirt and tried to keep her excitement inside but her nostrils flared and she growled, rumbly. Her wings extended, one spreading out over the passenger seat and the other crushing into the side of the car.
The dragon opened her eyes and they glowed with fiery passion, both love and hatred. A lust for the dog boy and the hatred of how possessed she was of him. The spanking turned to kneading and the kneading turned to her sticking her hand inside her hole.
She huffed, sparks flickering out her nose. Opening her mouth a bit, there was an orange glow coming from inside, lighting her tongue and teeth. Her breathing got heavy as she felt an electricity inside her loins sparkle. Digging her toes into the floor of the car, she moaned loudly and silky wetness got on the leather driver's seat. She gasped and shouted while her loins discharged.
One orgasm was not enough. She kept the game going, playing with herself like a kid on the basketball court. With the ooze on her seat barely settled, she took her fingers back inside her dragon sex, digging around for satisfaction.
Randal. Why did that dog have to consume her so much? He was just a mortal and she was something far greater. The interest in a biological form had cursed Geffa with attractions she was never meant to have. In her truest form the idea of feeling sexual attraction was absurd, but then she became a dragon, and then she became a myumanoid dragon and that's when the god-like being felt attraction for the first time. At first it was a curiosity, something to experiment with, but it had became an addiction!
The pulse of orgasm grew on her body again. It felt too good. Every muscle beated with the desire to be mated by Randal. As she wiggled fingers inside her sex, she could imagine Randal's large cock thrusting into her and heaving into her like an oil pump. She squirmed and her tail flapped everywhere. Her wings twitching, wapping up into the felt rooftop.
Her toes gripped the floor and Geffa leaned back to roar loudly! She couldn't keep it in- flames bellowed up her throat and fired into the roof, spreading along the felt like a bucket of paint pouring onto the floor! The flames lit up the car and consumed the interior.
Dangerous for most, but Geffa had nothing to worry about, even if the flames singed the vehicle's surfaces. She let out a few proud dragon roars and then fell into a gasp fit as the remnants of fire glowed on the charred felt roof.
Geffa needed to pull over. She turned onto a sidewalk and stopped the car. The car hadn't even slowed all the way before Geffa opened the door, and stepped out, being tossed a bit on her feet my the momentum of the vehicle.
She looked around. There was a patch of grass between two house. She ran over and got down on her knees, ripping off her skirt in the process. She tossed the clothing aside, letting her bare ass and cooch out into the cool evening air, raising her tail into the air.
She clenched her fist and shoved it inside with the kind of force that could chip her pelvic bone. Her sleeve bundled up her elbow as she jammed her wrist inside of her sex. The amount of mass that was inside her outgrew any genital that Randal could have stuck inside but she closed her eyes and imagined it was him.
She tilted her head back and moaned deeply. She chugged on her cooch harder and her moans became growls. Her eyes opened with ferocity. She glared daggers up into the cloudy night sky. Her throat fired up again.
She fanned her wings out, let out a wailing roar into the sky, and a pillar of flame fired upward and fanned out like the tops of trees. It lit up the brick walls of the house and shone in the windows. The fire crackled in the air.
The roar she made could have been the dying roar of a wyvern. It was horrifying and bloody. Its grim tones scintillated across the neighborhood.
Geffa ripped into her cooch as fire expelled from her mouth up into the sky.
"Um miss?" asked a voice.
Geffa stopped. She snapped her mouth shut, quelling the explusion of fire and silencing the roar. With a thousand yard-stare, she looked over to see a trio of zoomans. There was a frog lady with two leashes in her hand tied to a shirtless hamster boy with glasses and a budgie girl.
"Are you ok?" asked the frog lady again.
Geffa stared at them. They had caught her masturbating, pants off completely. No mortal could be allowed to witness it. Geffa waved her hand at them and the frog lady dropped the leashes. Their gazes went dull and their posture relaxed.
"Durrrr..." said the budgie.
All of them had their minds wiped. They wouldn't remember Geffa masturbating so hard she spat fire into the sky and they wouldn't even remember that night they were having. Their leashes hanging off their backs, the two pets walked off in different directions, the hamster sniffing into the air- smelling of food. The frog saw her pet's leash dragging behind him so she crawled on the floor after it like a cat. The budgie slowed her step, leaned over, and trickles of water appeared on her pants. The bird gazed out into space contently.
With a pool of dragon cum swamping the grass beneath her, Geffa got up, looked to see if the coast was clear, ran back to her car with her bareass out for anyone to see and got into her car. There were still glowing embers on the roof and other places her flames touched. She turned the engine on and drove off into the night.
After two and a half weeks out of class, it was time for the students to return to school. Everyone having been turned into an animal person changes a lot of things though.
What will the students learn, Randal wonders. Who will he meet? And what embarrassing thing will his professor make him do?
ANIMALITY 101 (WARNING: CONTAINS DIAPER USAGE)
It was an anxious morning. The dogs woke up, put on a decent set of clothes, and then headed upstairs where Pixie was waiting. The smell of coffee enchanted the household with the orange cat having a mug of some in her hand. She took a sip while watching her anthropomorphic pet dogs ascend from the basement, the first step of their big day!
"Good morning!" said Pixie, "I hope you are all well-rested and eager for your first day back in class!"
The four dogs spread out amongst the living room but didn't get comfortable as they were going to leave in a few minutes more or less. A dim light shone in the windows. The house was as quiet as a morning should have been aside from the light hum coming from the fridge in the kitchen.
Randal, the mastiff, chuckled, "It feels like ages since we've been there. Has it really only been three weeks?"
"Just under three weeks actually," said Elizabeth. The collie straightened her t-shirt and walked over to the kitchen for some coffee.
Patricia, a great dane half a foot taller than the rest of them, took a few clawed fingers to her brow, "Jeez... I can't believe it."
Pixie smiled, "With all that's happened to you these last three weeks or so- being turned into dogs, having me as your master, reaccomodating yourselves to this new animalistic world- I'm sure it would feel like years have passed."
Todd patted himself down the sides, "They say we don't have bring anything- no books or anything."
Randal reached into his pocket and brought out a sheet of folded paper. It was his schedule- each student had one mailed last week. He opened it up and gave a quick glance, "Nothing but these schedules."
Elizabeth called from the kitchen, "They're all taking care of that," as she went through the cupboards.
Todd grinned and slapped his sides before gesturing out with his empty hands, "I won't complain. I like traveling light!"
Elizabeth found a vessel- an old plastic traveler's mug where most of the graphic paint had chipped off. It was clean- what did it matter? She put it down on the counter, picked up the coffee pot and poured herself a tall order of joe.
Randal reminded himself on where he was supposed to meet Brandy. She would be at the school too that morning, near the west entrance. He was eager to see her again.
"I'm not surprised," said Patricia, "They can magic up anything at will. What would they need with... students bringing in their own study materials?"
"That's right," said Pixie, "Don't worry about bringing books or pencils," a smile fluttered on Pixie's face, "You don't even need to wear clothes if you don't want to."
The dogs shared an awkward chuckle, remembering the couple weeks Pixie had them walk around without any clothes.
Elizabeth stirred in some milk and sugar then sipped her coffee to see if it was to her liking. It would do, she thought. She took the lid and slapped it on her mug then walked over to the others to join them in the ceremonious goodbye.
"We're not going back to learn the same thing as before," said Patricia, "They're teaching us whole new stuff."
"Yeah," said Randal, "A new education for this 'new magical world'."
Elizabeth sipped her coffee, "I wasn't that attached to my program but it seems like a waste that all of that work I put into it is now... gone."
"It might seem like a waste," said Pixie, walking up to Elizabeth and patting a hand on her shoulder, "but focus not on what you might have lost and focus instead on your future!"
Elizabeth didn't see much substance in the words of her master but kept quiet and sipped her coffee.
Pixie looked across the crowd of them- her four dogs, all off to attend their first day at school. She tried to not to get too sentimental but seeing them there and knowing what they were about to do made her heart flutter.
"Look at you all," said Pixie, "To think that my pets who soiled themselves in terror the first day as animals are now going to college!"
Randal crossed his arms, "Excuse me but I never soiled myself when I turned into a dog."
Pixie smiled softly at Randal, "Don't back talk me or I'll order you to relieve yourself into your underwear and you'll have to go to class like that."
Randal gulped and the other dogs had a chuckle.
"What I'm saying is," Pixie relaxed and knew a rousing speech was not neccessary, "have a good first day, pets."
They exchanged one final round of goodbyes and the four dogs headed out the door. A fresh dew lingered in the morning air as they walked to Patricia's car. A hazy orange streaked across the morning sky. They could see other zoomans leaving houses and getting into vehicles or walking the sidewalks. Barksville College was a mere fifteen minute walk, after all.
Patricia took the driver's seat and Elizabeth rode shotgun while Todd and Randal took the backseat. They put on their seatbelts, Patricia revved the ignition, and the car pulled out of the driveway.
The ride was quiet with only the gentle hum of the car engine and the tires riding down the paved road. The dogs looked out into the town to see more zoomans en route to the college, many walking in pairs or larger groups. There was an excitement in the air that even an early Monday couldn't weigh down.
"I don't know about you guys," said Patricia, "but after spending the last couple weeks have more sex than all my known relatives ever have, I'm ready to learn something or have something to do."
"Yeah..." said Randal, "Something that stimulates the brain instead of my dick."
Patricia cocked her lips anxiously, "I'm worried."
"How so?" asked Elizabeth.
"After weeks of fucking non-stop," said Patricia, "can I go back to... not being horny all the time? What if I can't control myself and I try to fuck someone in the middle of class?"
Elizabeth chuckled, "Then you'll be in good company! Let's think of it like this: most people are going to struggle with that."
Patricia chortled and smiled at Elizabeth.
Todd chuckled, twisting his feet, "I don't know about you guys, but nothing stimulates my brain more than wondering how much sex I could have in a day."
Everyone chuckled. Patricia talked over her shoulder back at Todd, "Todd if you're going to jerk it, put down a tarp."
Todd smiled wide, tongue hanging out of his mouth, "Really?"
Patricia furrowed her brow, "No! Of course not! No jerking off in my car, Todd!"
Todd crossed his arms and pouted, looking out the window disappointingly.
It had been awhile since Barksville's parking lot had been so active. The lot was full of cars, minivans and the occasionally SUV. Randal wanted to enter via the west exit because that's where Brandy was waiting and the others decided to join him and say hello to their favorite fat feline (who wasn't Pixie).
Several students were gathering in the building, chatting and looking rather chipper that morning. It seemed like the enthusiasm to get out of the house and back to school wasn't just affecting Pixie's household.
It was appreciable for everyone but odd. The four of them passed and lizard girl and a mouse girl, chatting casually on their way to class like the world hadn't been flipped upside down in the last few weeks.
"This is weird," said Elizabeth.
"You can say that again," said Randal.
Todd looked down at the ground, "Never thought I would be going to class barefoot."
They followed the perimeter around the side to the west doors and went inside. The hapful rumble of crowd chatter rang through the halls. Students, all zoomans, were standing around talking on walking down the halls. Some people looked uncomfortable like the pets expected for the first day back in class after everyone had been transformed, but there was a high level of energy.
The four of them walked down the hallway passing by some lockers and a stairway upwards and then saw a big white cat girl leaning against the wall by a classroom door. She detected Randal approaching, looked up, and smiled.
"Randal!" she said, raising her arms to wave him in.
The four dogs walked up to Brandy. Randal grinned, "Hi Brandy."
Randal took Brandy's flabby sides in his hands and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Brandy reached around Randal's back and tugged him close.
"How are you?" asked Brandy.
Randal looked up thoughtfully, "Hmmmm, anxious but excited. You?"
Brandy shied away, blushing, "I wet the bed again this morning."
Randal smirked, "That excited, huh?"
The crowd of them chuckled. Brandy chortled, "Nooooo..., it was the regular kind of wetting the bed."
Randal rubbed a hand on her shoulder in comfort, "Did you...?"
Brandy nodded, knowing what he was going to ask, "I was diapered," she turned to Elizabeth and Patricia, grinning warmly, "I wear diapers to bed."
Elizabeth nodded, understanding. Both dogs had heard of Brandy's bedwetting problem. Patricia grinned, "Better than pissing all over the sheets!"
Brandy chuckled, nodding.
"So what class you got first?" asked Randal.
Brandy took a sheet out of her jean pocket and looked at it. She cleared her throat, "Administration for New Business Models."
The others were surprised. It sounded like an actual class. Randal brought out his paper with the classes on it- all the times and rooms- and read from the top, "I got Animality 101."
Brandy giggled, "Maybe... maybe you'll learn how to run around on all fours and howl at the moon!"
Randal giggled with her, taking her side and tugging her close, "Maybe they're teaching how to run around in the nude!"
Elizabeth crossed her arms with a smirk, "I don't think any of us need a lesson in that."
Brandy giggled, "Feels weird to be back in school but..." she shrugged, "I'm excited, I think."
Randal stretched out a foot, "Feels weird to be barefoot in college, although it's not my first time back in the building." He stopped himself before going into detail, knowing that he wasn't supposed to talk about what happened that day.
Brandy whispered close to Randal, "You know, I spotted a place underneath the gym bleachers that might be a good place for us to hang out and..."- she bounced her brow- "do stuff."
Randal giggled, "During lunch then."
The bell rung. It was time for their first class. While Elizabeth and Todd shared their first class together, the others would go in as strangers. Patricia and Randal both had their classes on the second floor so they walked with each other, following the passage of students up the stairwell.
It was weird stepping on the coarse grip strips on the stairs but not unpleasant. Patricia and Randal followed the flow of students upward.
"Seriously..." said Patricia, her voice echoing in the tall stairwell, "Aren't you worried you won't be able to control yourself?"
Randal chuckled, "No but... I have a feeling that losing control isn't going to be punished around here. Not severely anyway."
"I don't know..." said Patricia, leaning down to Randal, "I could fuck a guy and get detention."
Randal smirked, "What happens if you fuck a guy in detention?"
They both snickered. She walked Randal to his room, the two sharing a wave goodbye before they started their days.
Randal entered his classroom to the chatter of an assortment of about three dozen zoomans. It was a classroom in the older wing of the college so the walls were a soupy color of beige. The holed ceiling tiles had faint stains like they had been cleaned but the pieces that had broken off hadn't been replaced. The teal tiles on the floor were no different in that regard- many of them chipped.
Looking around, Randal didn't recognize anybody- either from his pre-zooman nor post-zooman worlds. All of them were strangers. At the front of the class was a gray cat man, the class' teacher Professor Whitaker. Randal didn't recognize him either- he was a professor Randal never had before.
Passing through the aisles, Randal was surrounded by students. Loud and chatty, they were even on that Monday morning. Things were simply better and life was more exciting when you were a humanoid animal not wearing any shoes.
Randal saw an empty seat towards the back of the classroom and took it. He sat down feeling naked without a bag of books. To his left side, there was a girl sitting there- Firouze. She was a mouse with gray fur and a slim figure. Wavy brown hair went down to her shoulders. She wore a plaid shirt over a white t-shirt and a pair of creamy orange khakis. Gentle and petite feet rested on the tile floor.
When their eyes met, they grinned nervously, embarrassed to be caught glancing at each other.
"Uhhhh..." said Randal, "Hi!"
Firouze smiled and giggled quietly, "Hello there."
Randal stretched his toes and planted his heels on the cool tile floor, "I'm Randal."
The mouse girl reached out a hand, "Firouze."
Randal took it and shook. He didn't recognize her name and Firouze couldn't remember his nor could she recall anyone that sounded like him when they were all still human.
Randal shifted in his seat, "This is weird, isn't it?"
Firouze nodded, "Yeah. My gameplan is to roll with the punches and not get caught up on too much. If I stay flexible," she eyed the rest of the classroom, "I think I can do alright."
"Sounds good," Randal hoisted his head on an elbow, "my gameplan is to be overwhelmed by everything and have a panic attack and try to call home to mom."
Firouze snerked. She rolled her eyes, "That's what will likely happen, but that's not my gameplan!"
They shared a chuckle.
Firouze looked Randal over, "A dog... not bad! What breed?"
Randal took a clawed finger to his chin, "Uhhhh..."
Firouze giggled, "You don't remember?"
The name came to Randal and he sparked up, "I'm a mastiff!" He smirked, "And what breed of mouse are you?"
Firouze had no idea. She smiled nervously, "A... gray mouse. That's the technical term I think. I'm a gray-furred mouse... except for my hands and feet..." She looked at her furless hands, then under her desk at her furless feet, the pink skin reminiscent of a human form. She leaned back up and clapped her feet down on the ground with a light slap.
"Gray mouse," said Randal, "Got it."
"So does your master make you play fetch?" she asked.
"She mostly takes us on walks," said Randal, "She went pretty heavy on restraining us the first week so now she's laid off," He bunched up his arms in a defensive pose, "And I don't want to rock the boat on that."
"My master has been turning my bedroom into a giant mouse cage," said Firouze, "My floor is covered in sawdust."
Randal chortled, "God, that must be embarrassing. Does he make you run on a wheel?"
"No," said Firouze, "but he's installing one in at the end of the week!"
Randal chuffed. Firouze's casual tone made it hard to tell if she was joking or not.
Professor Whitaker got up from his desk and walked out in front of the class, dressed in a neatly pressed green suit with his bare cat feet softly resting their toes on the cool classroom floor, the pantlegs just hovering above the soft fur of his insteps.
"Attention class," he spoke in a gruff but dignified tone, "Welcome to Animality 101. I, like all of you, donned the form of a creature"- he gestured at himself, the formally dressed cat person- "a couple weeks ago when the godlike forces that now govern us first descended upon the neighborhood."
He began his walk around the room, roping around the front and moving through the aisles. His posture was stiff and upward like he was holding a trio of books on his head.
"I'm sure you all have your stories about these last couple weeks," said Whitaker, "Right from the very first night it was surreal, for myself and I assume the lot of you. All of us, turned into assorted pet shop critters."
He walked towards a goldfish girl watching him unguardedly. The girl- Rina- sat with her arms and legs were stuck together like she was trying to take as little space on the seat as possible. She tapped her round fingers on the end of the desk, unsure what the professor was going to do when he walked up to her.
"You," said Whitaker, pointing at the girl, "How were you transformed?"
"Uhhh..." the goldfish girl was nervous. Rina wasn't expecting to be put on the spot like that. She cleared her throat, "I was watching TV when a penguin wearing a cape came in through the front door. My roommate Isaac has a..." she stopped, sighing slightly, "had a pair of rats and another roommate has a hamster." She shrugged, "So they're the masters of the house now."
"But what about this," said Whitaker, motioning his hand at the girl's fishy form.
"Oh," said the girl, "the penguin had all of us line up in the living room and he turned us into... animals."
"Hmmmm," Whitaker's hum was insincere. He leaned up and down in a drastic nod, "It must have been a shock!"
Rina nodded, "I was startled."
"Startled," said Whitaker, "You were startled when you were transformed," He put his hands down on her desk, eyes big and devilish, "When I was transformed, I peed my pants!"
It was the same night for Professor Whitaker as everyone else. He was at home watching TV while his wife was preparing dinner in the kitchen and his teenage son was in his room playing video games. No one sensed the dark aura that had fallen upon the neighborhood.
Whitaker was enjoying an old sitcom when he heard a scream. His wife was frantic because a "giant lizard" had entered through the doggy door. She dropped the pot and backed off into the corner, scared the lizard was going to attack. Whitaker picked up a broom to shoo the black dragon out but she then spoke with a dignified voice. A lizard? Speaking? Whitaker was so spooked he dropped the broom.
Their teenage son came down to see the commotion and the dragon called the dogs to the room- a couple of dachshunds. The dragon cast some magic and Whitaker had two humanoid daschunds looking back at him. Whitaker could never forget those smiles his dogs gave him the moment they were transformed- they were demonic in their affability.
He broke down into a giggling fit of disbelief, claiming it was all a big trick. That's when the dragon cast a spell on Whitaker, turning him into
the gray cat. He looked at himself, stared into space, squeaked out a quiet "meow", and then wetness rained down his legs. His pants turned soaked and liquid trinkled out the bottom, forming a puddle at his feet.
This admittance got a chuckle from the classroom, but some of the body found it disarming that the teacher would outright admit he peed his pants on transformation day. Many could relate!
Barring the soiling, all of them could related to the scenario of a strange magical creature entering their household and transforming their pets into humanoid forms and transforming the humans into animals, too!
"Oh-h..." said the goldfish girl, unsure how to react to the professor's confession.
He continued around the room, "Although infantile, my soiling was my natural reaction to being transformed. It was my animal instinct to do it. Animals do that in nature when they are scared." He gestured his hand regally, "In a way, it was an ironic sign of things to come as everyone's behavior would get more animal across the night."
Randal thought of whispering a joke to Firouze, but Whitaker was only a few feet away.
"Our pets took our family out for a walk that evening," said the professor, every barefoot step so deliberate it was like he rehearsed it, "Father, mother and sun! My wife, transformed into a parakeet, met a hamster man while we strolled down a sidewalk and was so overcome with desire that she promptly got on the ground and spread her legs for him! I watched as a complete stranger descended on my wife like a lion pouncing a gazelle! Except sexually!"
The class remained silent, letting the professor monologue, but the professor was starting to feel like he was hogging the spotlight. His story was not the only one to be told and he looked around the room for a "volunteer". There was Derek- a guinea pig boy wearing a striped t-shirt and jeans.
"You!" said the professor, pointing clawed finger at Derek.
"Y-yeah?" said the boy.
"Were you transformed on the same day as everyone else?" he dropped his hand, and thought aloud, his voice dropping low and quieter, "There must be some official name for the day."
"Yeah, yeah," Derek nodded, fear in his voice and eyes.
"What did you do the first night of being a hamster," said Whitaker, getting the boy's specie wrong.
"I..." he fidgeted with his hands. Derek exhaled and spoke loudly so everyone could here, "I went over to my friend's house and... we had an orgy."
It was a surreal night for anyone. It took all of Derek's willpower to ask his pets- or his new masters rather- if he could go check a friend and see if he was ok. His friend was one of five roommates and when Derek went to go see him, the group of them were in the midst of lighting up a couple marijuana joints.
Derek joned them and after everyone loosened up, clothes came off and the bunch of them got down to fucking on the living room floor... with the masters' blessing. He barely knew his friend's roommates and by the end of the night he had bump uglies with each of them!
"Testing your new hamster body, eh?" asked Whitaker with a sly smile.
Derek chuckled, "Yeah."
Eyes on the professor, Firouze leaned over to Randal, "Do you think he's going to have us draw a diagram of our species?"
Randal leaned over, "Maybe recite a nursery rhyme about dogs or mice?"
They shared a giggle.
The professor turned to them and looked more disappointed than angry or annoyed. He took his fingers on an ear and tugged at it twice, "I can hear you, you know! Sharp hearing!"
The mouse and dog clocked back into their seats. Whitaker walked over their direction, eying them with an expression of quiet disdain and judgment. Firouze held down a giggle whereas Randal couldn't wipe the smile off of his big mastiff maw.
Whitaker came between them, putting a hand on Randal's chair. His steely gaze beamed down on them like a guard tower in a prison. He said, "I sense you two have become fast friends, am I correct?"
They said nothing, only looking at each other nervously.
Whitaker looked down at Randal's lap and saw a bit of a bump going on. He pointed down at it, "And what's that?"
Randal looked down. Yep, he was a bit erect but that was not unusual. Being flaccid was a rare thing when he was around... anyone. Randal shifted his hands in front of his crotch and tried to cover it up, though, "It- it's nothing!"
"Up on your feet, dog," said Whitaker.
Randal groaned and got up. He kept his hands at his front. Whitaker sighed, "Remove your hands, student."
Randal took away his hands and Whitaker motioned him to turn towards the majority of the class. Those far off couldn't see anything but those closer could see something of a tent. It got a few chuckles from the students, but most didn't think it was a big deal.
"Nothing, huh?" Whitaker leaned over to mock a closer look, "Looks to me like this young canine in front of me has an erection in the works."
Randal's hands were stone slabs at his side. His posture was uncomfortably straight, blushing at everyone seeing his little boner.
Whitaker leaned upwards, not even looking at Randal when he addressed him, "And why are you aroused? Is it for this..." he looked down at Firouze, "this mouse girl?"
Randal shot an apologetic look at Firouze. He sighed, "I guess. I wasn't really thinking about that."
"Is that so?" asked Whitaker, "It simply... happened?"
Randal nodded.
Whitaker turned to the mouse girl. He was quiet and still for a moment before he leaned down towards her. He was still once again before taking in a loud whiff. Pheromones. Pheromones from the mouse girl. She was lusty, too.
He leaned back up, "I smell that this girl is aroused. She is secreting pheromones from..." he twirled a finger down at her crotch, "her loins." The professor looked over to Randal, "I assume it's because of this young man?"
Firouze thought of giving an excuse but couldn't think of one. She resigned, "Yes."
"And when you were whispering to this boy," said Whitaker, "we're you wondering what he was like as a mate?"
Firouze hated that question. How was she supposed to answer it gracefully? She stuttered, "I... no, not really."
Randal wasn't going to take any offense from that answer. It was an uncomfortable position to be in for anyone and he sympathizes with the acquaintance bullied under the wrath of their professor.
Professor Whitaker chuckled, addressing the class with volume and pomp, "Even when are not thinking about mating, our subconsciouses and bodies are captivated by it, readying themselves for any opportunity for rutting!" He paused a second then looked downward, a grin cracking on his maw, "I myself am getting a little stiff after huffing this mouse girl's erotic scent."
Firouze blushed. The teacher had a small raise on his pants.
"Would you stand, mouse?" asked Professor Whitaker.
She got on her feet as he commanded, worried what he would do with her.
"How about you two walk to the front of the classroom?" said the professor.
They went up front and stood before everyone, them staring at the class and the class staring at them. Whitaker took to Randal's side and directed the class, waving a hand across the room, "Tell me, class. Who among you had sex the day you were transformed?" He raised a hand as example, "Show of hands."
And everyone raised their hand. Not one person kept their hand down and not one person was lying.
"As I thought," said Whitaker, leading everyone to drop their hands by lowering his, "I'm not exempt from that, mind you. Distraught that my wife would shtup and go home with a complete stranger, I returned home and had a threesome with my masters." He looked over the class, "Does this sound familiar?" He paused a beat and then chuckled, "Perhaps you are not married, but maybe you experienced a night with your masters..."
A few of the students nodded. Randal himself could relate, having slept with his master Pixie the first night of being a dog, and enjoying it deeply!
Whitaker leaned his head upward, the glow from ceiling lighting his eyes like the moonlit sky, "After that night, I only got looser with who I bedded with. Being freed from fidelity set off a chain reaction in which I slept with a variety of strangers myself before tracking down a neighbor I've always wanted to bed with,"- he clasped his hand with a dreamy look in his eyes- "She got turned into a handsome python and she had no qualms about allowing me into her body." He jiggled his head playfully, "As well, I tracked down a co-worker- Mrs. Reeve, for those who have her. She got turned into a lovely frog. It wasn't long before I was in the habit of dropping my pants for people I've barely said a word to. Me and Mrs. Reeve didn't know each other before the transformation but we crossed paths one afternoon and mated for hours around her house!"
The students listened in attentively. The professor regaling them with tales of his lovemaking wasn't what they had in mind for educational talk but the professor's enthusiasm and the subject matter made it easy to listen to.
"Back at home," said Whitaker, "my wife and I shared a bed and we..." he shrugged casually, "mated on it often enough, but it was clear that our marriage was a thing left in the human world." He lifted his left hand a rubbed the finger which once donned his wedding ring, "And me and my wife... we were hardly the only ones."
The cat professor looked around the room. The students were paying attention but that didn't mean they could relate to the trials of a husband of nearly twenty years.
"Maybe the idea of marriage is too middle-aged for you young people, but surely you understand what it was like to be a glutton of sexual enjoyment." He tapped a hand on Randal's chest, "You. How much sex have you had in these last few weeks?"
"A lot," said Randal, any inflection or enthusiasm for that statement lost in the void, "I think I've had sex with a hundred different people by now."
"Impressive," said Whitaker. He turned to Firouze, "And you?"
"Uh..." said Firouze, her eyes darting around nervously.
"It doesn't have to be a perfectly accurate answer," said Whitaker, twirling his hand like a wheel, "In the ballpark."
"Um..." Firouze pause, tapping her feet on the ground, "Maybe sixty?"
Whitaker nodded, "Very good, very good," he walked around them, "Now... do you masturbate?"
Somehow that question felt more intrusive then asking about their dozens of sexual encounters.
"Yeah," said Randal, fearing that any hesitation would be far more embarrassing.
Firouze ducked her eyes down, "Yep."
Whitaker chuckled and marched around the two like a prosecutor. He smiled, jutting the jowls on his mouth outward, "Perfectly alright. I do it too, of course. I arrived a little early today so I took a few minutes to"- he patted at his crotch- "rub out a few in the parking lot."
This got a few chuckles and snerks out the students. They were alright with it, of course, but it was absurd to hear someone mention it out loud.
He patted Randal on the back and glanced at him and Firouze, "You two, hold each other in your arms and look at each other."
They did so but taking each other by the hips, pulling each other close, and gazing into the other made them both blush. Firouze giggled causing Randal to break down into a snicker, but their little laughter took some tension out of the situation, and they retook themselves, their hands more casual and their grasps firm but friendly.
Whitaker put a hand on Firouze's shoulder, "Now... if you were to, say, masturbate right now, little mousey, what would get you going?"
Firouze swallowed audibly. She thought for a second, taking her eyes away from Randal's mastiff visage. She returned the glance, "I would think of last night."
"What did you do?" asked Randal- Whitaker ok with a student taking his question.
"My master took me and the other pets to a neighbor's house..."
The pets had gotten pretty good at walking on all fours. The trick was to lift one's butt high in the air and angle the back downward, something Firouze figured out on the first day of being a mouse. Her master had all three of her and her roommates on leashes and were walked through the neighborhood- through the cool evening- to a friend of the masters.
The neighbor masters were a trio of cockatoos and an elderly Saint Bernard. Their pets, like Firouze and her roommates, were forced to walk on all fours, too. The masters- from the visiting household and home- sat down at a large round table to play a game of Hearts... all with their pants down around their ankles. Pets were commanded to crawl under the table and cycle around it, giving each master oral pleasure. There wasn't enough room for all pets at once so they usually went in pairs or triplets while the idle pets relaxed on some pillows put out for them.
While Firouze waited for her turn to chow on a pentagram of genitals, a pet of the cockatoos- a Shiba guy who preferred to not wear shirts to show off his cut body- lowered Firouze's pants and got to work eating her out. His tongue was scooping into her vagina like he was serving ice cream cones. Firouze melted, her netherlips overwhelmed with pleasure.
"After the card game," said Firouze, "they lined us up- the pets- and took off our clothes. It was a free-for-all: they had sex with us." She smiled and twirled her hair, "It felt nice to be used."
The story got Firouze going. Her faint mist of arousal had turned into a humidifier, wafting up into the air and catching the noses of Whitaker, Randal, and a few students in the front row. Randal was taken by the story as well, his light bump of an erection pushing out at a noticeable angle. He stared at her, his breath like a spring breeze against an old house.
"Very nice," said the cat professor, "Yes, I can see how that memory would make a good flint to start a fire." He chuckled with a warm but smug grin on his face, "The lesson today is about being an animal but some of us can't help but take pleasure in being a pet as well!"
Firouze shied away, blushing.
Professor Whitaker glanced at Randal, "And how about you, canine? If you needed to masturbate, to get a good churn going, what would you think about?"
"My girlfriend," he said.
There were a few awwwws from the class.
"Girlfriend?" said Whitaker, "A strange thing for an animal to have."
"I know," said Randal, "but she's special to me. We have sex with other people- a lot- but I... love her."
Another round of awwwws rolled around the class, students won over by Randal's sentimentality.
The cat professor got close, and muted his tone to almost whisper in Randal's ear, "And what about your girlfriend do you find so... irresistible?"
Randal breathed heavily, "She's so sexy. Her curves are so fun to touch and when she spreads her legs it's like her vagina is singing to me." He flicked his tongue, like Brandy's vagina was right there. He smiled, "She also has seductive feet!"
Whitaker chuckled warmly, "And you must have had some great times with her in the den, I assume."
Randal nodded, "We met each other on transformation day but it was a while before we saw each other again. I went to her house one morning and we gave each other blowjobs! Her master left the house to us and we had sex for hours!"
"Details!" said Whitaker, cross as an unfed housecat, "Give us some texture!"
"Well..." Randal took a finger to his chin, "We got out of our clothes right away, and we spent the whole time in the nude, even eating lunch without anything on." He gazed above, thoughtfully, "We nibbled on each other's buttcheeks..."
Whitaker raised a brow, "Why did you do that?"
Randal smiled innocently and giggled, "It was... sexy!"
Talking about Brandy got his dick hard, it pushing out on his pants. A few of them in the front rows were starting to notice, pointing and giggling. Firouze's loins were filling the air with pheromones, getting all worked up from all the sex talk.
Randal sniffed Firouze's essence and his eyes grew wide. What a scent! The stiffness in his pants hit the ceiling, the bulge on his pants expanding like a dog trying to break free of a cloth bag!
Firouze looked down. That sausage was trying to jump out in her direction.
Whitaker got a whiff of Firouze's essence and saw Randal's hardon. He stepped between them, hands on their shoulders. He said, "You two didn't even know each other at the start of class, I'm guessing."
Randal and Firouze nodded, the mouse saying, "Yeah."
"I found you chatting like you were well acquainted friends," said Whitaker.
Randal chuckled, "I guess we hit it off."
"And now..." said Whitkaker, motioning at their crotches. Randal, so erect. Firouze, so misty.
"I want to have sex with him," said Firouze.
"I want to have sex with her."
Whitaker leaned between them and whispered, "Then have sex."
Firouze leaned forward and kissed Randal on the lips. His eyes jolted in surprise but only for a second. He relaxed them and he took Firouze close, giving her big sloppy mastiff kisses. Firouze couldn't wait to show herself to her doggy lover and reached down at her shirt to undress. Randal did the same.
Whitaker stepped back, smiling and watching. He clasped his hands in anticipation.
The dog and mouse had to quit kissing each other to pull their clothes off their head. Firouze got her top off and stood in front of all, bra the only thing left on her chest. Randal's flabby mastiff body hung in front of him and pressed into Firouze's slim belly.
While Randal and Firouze kissed, their tongues dancing and tugging on each other, Firouze reached behind and unclipped her bra. She uncupped her breasts and for everyone in that room it was the first time they had seen a naked tit during class- another note in the series of nudities that they had experienced those last weeks.
They dropped their clothes wherever and got to taking off their pants. There was the chime of their belt buckles clanging but their hands were deft and their pants dropped quickly- Randal too even if his hardon could have hung his pants like a coat hanger. The underwear came soon after, and with both pairs of garments falling to the floor, Firouze had her moist cooch out and Randal had his very erect cock in front of him, poking into Firouze's thigh.
An audible gasp came across the classroom. Those in the back stood up to get a better view of the two students showing off their naked forms.
Stepping out of their garments, Firouze parked her butt on the desk beside her to the discomfort of the border collie girl sitting at it. Whitaker addressed the collie girl, "Uh, move back to one of their desks." The collie got up and moved to the desk that Firouze left free.
Firouze gripped the desk and opened her legs in a V. Randal stood in front of her, looking down at the mouse with eyes full of wonder and intensity. He took his arms over Firouze's shoulder and pushed his cock inside of her. Firouze moaned and as Randal thrust, she moaned again. She moaned once for every four or five jabs of Randal's cock.
Students got out of their seats and moved towards the front of the class to watch. Whitaker watched the two copulate, a bulge appearing on the front of his pants. The cat professor moved to the corner of the room and gave a look over the class to see everyone stare in amazement. It was something everyone had seen before in those two weeks they had all been turned into zoomans but the site of two people going at it like no one was watching was still a spectacle.
Whitaker walked into the rows of seats and saw Rina, the goldfish girl. She stared at the mastiff and mouse fucking on the desk, the sound of desk legs wobbling, the moans of pleasure filling the room.
"You," said Whitaker.
The goldfish girl looked up, "Y-yeah?"
"Would you please walk to the front of the class?" said the cat professor.
Rina raised a brow, "Why?"
Whitaker frowned, irritated, "Would you please just do it?"
Rina said nothing more and walked to the front. Whitaker moved deeper into the desks and passed by Derek. The guinea pig boy looked up, expectingly.
"You too," said Whitaker, "to the front of the class."
Derek got up quickly, assuming that's what Whitaker was going to ask. He joined Rina up front.
Whitaker followed behind and looked at the two standing up there, their arms cradled in front of them. They were nervous and glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
The professor approached them, hands clasped behind his back which only highlighted the bulge he had in front of him, the professor erect at the mastiff and mouse lovemaking.
Whitaker eyed the guinea pig. "Are you attracted to her?" he asked, dragging his eyes over to the fish.
Derek nodded, "Yeah."
"And are you attracted to him?" asked the professor to the fish.
"Yeah," said Rina.
Whitaker took a hand out from behind, holding it elegantly, "Then why don't you mate?"
That's all it took. Derek and Rina undressed, getting absolutely nude in front of everyone. By the time Derek had his pants off, his cock was already at 60 degrees. Rina got down on the floor, hands and knees. The hard tile floor wasn't the best for doggystyle but for sex, everyone's endurance for discomfort was at a height. Derek got behind her, his knees adjacent to hers, and slid his cock inside.
Rina moaned, cupping her hands together and her eyes twinkling with pleasure. Derek's cock was digging inside her like a mole on crack! She squeezed her legs against Derek's and their feet touched. She bent her feet into his so that his sole could caress the top of her fishy walkers. His toes gripped at the sides of her feet, occasionally hooking a toe.
Rina bit her lip. Derek's thrusting felt goooood. The way his hips smacked her ass cheek made the top of her brain tingle. She let her eyes roll back and her tongue hang out. She was happy to be dumb!
Students watched and they couldn't help the fires that grew within them. Across the room erections grew down pant legs and vagina wafted pheromones. Everyone was horny.
A student near the front poked the cock hard down his pants. Whitaker saw him fiddling with himself and then saw the bulge on his leg that showed why. Whitaker motioned at the boner, "Please."
The student took the opportunity and unzipped his pants and let out a decently sizable cock. It flapped out hard and the student got cranking while watching Randal and Firouze bone each other.
The mastiff and mouse had pushed the desk back so that Firouze could lay across the desk she had planted her ass on and the one belonging to the student behind her.
Whitaker addressed the class, "If you want to masturbate, feel free! It's your animal right!" The class didn't need any more encouragement. Pants came down and the students played with themselves.
"Look at what we've become!" said Whitaker, he voice booming across the room, "We mate with relative strangers! We masturbate freely! And I bet there are more strange behaviors that we've picked up as well."
Whitaker did his usual thing of stalking the aisles. He passed students in the midst of masturbating, happy to rub out their pleasures while two pairs of students mated up front.
He passed by a cat girl- orange with darker stripes. He stopped at her, standing straight to address you, "Tell me, young one, have you engaged in any strange animal behavior these last few weeks?"
The girl was slowly stroking her privates, jean zipper unzipped. She said, "My master gets me to stretch on the floor every morn-"
"No, no," Whitaker shook his head, "voluntary stuff."
"Oh?" said the cat, "I... use a scratch post. I don't know," she said, looking nervous. She smiled, "It feels right."
Whitaker nodded, satisfied smile on his face. He walked further down the aisle and passed a frog girl, no hands in her pants unmasturbationally. He gestured at her, "And yourself?"
The frog girl smiled wide, "I run on all fours." This got a chuckle from the class. She drank it up and continued, "I get down on the ground and run on all fours. I've gotten pretty good at it and..." her gaze got dreamy, "...it's a lot of fun and makes me feel so... beastly."
Whitaker let out a sharp laugh, "Excellent!"
"I eat grass!"
Who shouted that? It was a beagle student in the corner. He stood up to make sure everyone heard, hand around his erect penis. Whitaker chuckled and nodded, "That is wonderf-!" Whitaker stopped and thought for a moment, "On second thought, that might be bad. See a nurse after class has finished."
The beagle student sat back down, deflated.
"What about drinking out of the toilet?" asked a rabbit girl nearby.
Whitaker rubbed a hand on his chin, "That... should be fine. Yeah, that's fine."
The rabbit girl grinned, feeling secure.
A loud moan came from the front. Randal had his hands around Firouze's hips, with the mouse spreading her legs to give Randal more room to get her deeper and he was getting deep. His big mastiff cock was making dinner inside her sex. The mouse girl was knocking her head on the desk, the student at the desk rubbing her cooch happily.
Firouze moaned again and gripped the bars of the desk below her. She pried her legs apart and she could feel an orgasm boil up inside of her. It came and she tightened her asscheeks together. She emitted a rumbly groan.
Randal's thrusting sped up with the *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* of his thights hitting Firouze's going from a gentle slap to a fierce spank. He leaned down and moved his hands to the side of the desk. He crushed his face and clenched his jaw, moaning.
The mouse squirmed on the desk and lifted her legs before yelping. She pumped her legs like she was pedaling a bicycle and essence flowed from her. The juices trickled on Randal's cock and it tickled him like a goddess of lust. He couldn't hold it in anymore. When he felt that first spurt of cum escape him, he leaned back and howled.
This set off the class, including Rina and Derek. When they heard that howl, their grunting got fierce and they let go of their orgasms, their cums free from them like stallions escaping a pen. Their thrusting got hard with Derek smacking Rina's ass with loud thumps. Their legs and feet twisted with each other.
All across the room, students were barking, squeaking, tweeting and other animal noises. Their arousals climaxes and the creams discharged from them. Webs of semen sprayed from cocks. Vaginas seeped onto fingers and into underpants.
Whitaker too was taken in the bout of excitement, having to hold himself up over a desk. His eyes were wild and he meowed coarsely and passionately! The bulge on the front of his pants was a hill to be admired!
Randal and Firouze smacked each others' cores together. Their fluids whipped off their bodies and slung towards the floor. Their furs got sticky with their sexual delights! They kept their eyes closed, getting lost in the ecstasy of their eruptions!
Firouze rose leg hers up, them angled out in a V. She needed Randal to bash the core of her scissors with the force of a behemoth and bash Randal did! The inside of her pussy was a wreck with Randal's cock digging into it like a ground beast and the outside- her thighs and taint- were tingly with Randal's barrage of blows!
Randal leaned back for another big howl to close out the apex of his orgasm. After, he pumped into Firouze and got out the last squeezes of his cum. After a moment to catch his breath, he dislodged, dripping lots of creams to the tile floor.
The floor was covered with their mess and stickiness was on the surface of the desk where Firouze's puss and Randal's cock met. The two stared at each other and smiled. The student at the desk Firouze had her head on climaxed with a series of strained moans, then- with her hand still sticky with her own cum- helped Firouze up off the desks safely. Standing on shaky legs, Firouze joined Randal up front, her fur matted with jizz!
Derek and Rina grunted quietly rocking into each other. Essences dripped from them, splashing their legs. Their feet and legs danced, toes rubbing up against ankles. They slowed, Derek pulled out and let his dick dangle low.
Whitaker returned to the front, happy to see his quartet of students nice and orgasmed. He gave a light clap, "Lovely! Witness everyone, how quick these classmates were to mate with one another," he dropped his arms, "But of course, all of you are familiar with this: who hasn't been mating at a drop of a hat?"
"Because we're animals," said Firouze, feeling dumb stating the obvious.
"Correct!" said Whitaker, walking over behind his desk to get some towels. He tossed one to Derek and one to Rina. He only had one left so Randal and Firouze had to share. "Animal forms give us animal behaviors," He rubbed his neck nervously, scanning the classroom, "Me? I want to mate with all of you. As a human that would be most disgraceful but take away the ideas of professors and students- the ideas of responsibility, and I'm just one animal attracted to another."
"But having sex is fun," said a student near the middle of the classroom.
"Yeah," said Randal, wiping down his cock before handing it off to Firouze, "but it's not really that weird behavior."
"It's not just sex, is it though?" said Whitaker, he moved back over to the orange cat girl, "It's the desire to scratch a post! To drink out of the toilet! We should free ourselves and do whatever we desire!"
"Those things aren't that weird, though," said a student.
"No?" said Whitaker, "How about this?"
Whitaker fiddled with his belt and dropped his pants and everyone was expecting the professor to show off his naked cock but they were caught surprised. Around his waist was Whitaker's diaper. It was a white disposable diaper with a yellow stain at the base. A bulge hung out front because of the large package he was storing inside.
"Oh my god!" shouted a student from the back.
"Is that a diaper?" shouted the frog girl near the back.
"Yes," said Whitaker, as calm as the wind, "It is a diaper. I urinate and defecate into diapers."
The class lost it breaking into fits of laughter. Whitaker stood there proud of his infantile quirk. He stepped out of the pants and held them in his arms as he walked around, a suit's top on his chest and a pad on his rear. He let everyone see it- how it cradled his ass and bulge.
Randal and the other students that took a moment to fuck in front of everyone got themselves clean and wiped down the desks they came on. After that they got to putting their clothes back on. They were just as humored by Whitaker's infantilism as anyone else.
"Why?" asked a student.
Whitaker stopped and held his hand out like a king orating his decree, "Because I hate having to bring myself to a toilet to relieve myself. Toilets- no, bathrooms are so impersonal. I want to feel like an animal and relieve myself in front of others. I-" Whitaker stopped and leaned forward a bit, "I want to never waste a moment on the toilet!"
The students watched Whitaker, hunched over, looking like he was feeling out a sudden pain in his spine. Some students clued in though.
"Are you taking a shit?" asked another student.
Whitaker looked up and gazed around the classroom. He cleared his throat, "Yes."
The classroom took off! There were loud cheers and cackling laughters!
Whitaker remained hunched over and spoke as his butt pushed out his breakfast into a pillow of cotton. He spoke, "We should take advantage of the freedoms this world provides as much as we can. I can drop my pants in front of a potential mate and even if she sees my diaper, I'll still be getting to roll around with her!"
He pushed out the log with a satisfying cease and then stood back upright.
"Tell me something students," said Whitaker, "even with what I've shown you..." he gestured at his peed diaper- "would you still mate with me?"
Some students nodded. The frog girl took a look at Whitaker's crotch, "Yeah. You're hung."
Whitaker rolled his chest proudly, "It is true. My transformation made me endowed. I'm very popular amongst my neighbors. I can't think of anyone I know that doesn't love to rut with me." He paused, tapped his cheek, "Except... my wonderful wife."
Sitting back in their seats, Firouze and Randal watched the show. Firouze leaned over to Randal, "I was expecting strange, but I wasn't expecting the teacher to be wearing diapers."
"Maybe all teachers wear them," said Randal.
Whitaker turned and walked up to the front of the class, his pooped diaper waddling behind him. He got up to the front, put his pants down on the corner of the desk and began take off his jacket then shirt, placing them on the desk too. He went around the side of the desk and brought out a- to the discomfort of many students- a diaper pail.
He kicked open the lid with his foot and turned to face the class, "It's been four days since I've seen my wife. Maybe three. I don't know..." He untaped his diaper and cradled it carefully to the ground. The class could get a better look at his penis, which was thick and not just in part to having been aroused a few minutes ago. His balls were hefty too.
"Where is she?" asked Derek.
Whitaker took a wet-wipe from his desk and took it to his bottom, "I don't know. She's probably been sleeping in the bed of another man."
Rina looked at her professor clean his ass, "Do you need someone to help you with that?"
Whitaker shook his head, "I can do it myself, thank you. I may be an animal, but I'm no baby!"
The class chuckled.
Whitaker finished wiping his butt then tossed the soiled wipe into the diaper pail. He got out a fresh one and brought it to his dick. He started by wiping his taint and then under his sac. He held up his shaft and patted it down.
"I don't know how my passions are going to grow from here on out," said Whitaker while he stepped out of his diaper and reached down, wet-wipe tucked in his knuckles. He picked up the diaper and put it into the pail, "but thinking about it won't do any good. I will sail on instinct... like an animal."
Whitaker wiped the floor around where he stood with the wet-wipe. He tossed the wipe into the diaper pail and closed it shut. He went underneath his desk to get a diaper from the pack he had there. He took one out, walking out from behind the desk like he wanted everyone to see, then straddled the diaper on and closed the tape.
"Can you hold it?" asked a student.
Whitaker nodded but then his expression dropped, "I think I can, although freely relieving myself over this last week might have damaged my continence." He smacked the front of his diaper, bulge pushing out in front of him, "But it matters not. I am free to wear diapers all the time."
Whitaker slipped back on his pants and then his topwear and he continued the lecture. It wasn't a good one, with the professor repeating several points, but the students didn't care. They were happy to listen to the cat teacher ramble endlessly about how marriages were dead and why it was a social obligation to engage in in at least some hedonism.
The bell rang, the period was over, and everyone got up to leave the room. Randal and Firouze crossed eyes again, getting up at the same time and giggling when they tried to enter the aisle at the same time. Firouze let Randal go first and they met each other by the door.
Firouze and Randal stepped into the middle of the hall, away from the geyser of students leaving the classroom.
"So..." said Firouze, nervous, "Pretty interesting start of the day!"
"Yeah," said Randal.
"Wasn't expecting to get it on with a dog," Firouze took Randal's hand, "but I enjoyed it."
Randal placed a hand on her hips, "Guess we will have to do it again."
Firouze smiled, "How about next class?" she giggled, "See you around, Randal."
"Bye, Firouze!"
They walked their separate ways, exchanging one last wave before they were gone from each other's sight.
The guys were taking their lunch break underneath the bleachers in one of the gyms. On the gymfloor, a group of students were playing basketball with a 6'7" tigress having a height advantage that highlighted the absurdity of their new college lifestyle.
"We didn't have sex in our class," said Brandy, taking a burrito up to her mouth, "We learned about the basics of working business schedules through computers. Literally, that's it."
The five of them sat around on the floor, cafeteria trays in front of them. Randal was halfway done his shepherd's pie. He scooped up some with his plastic fork, "That's neat, I guess." He took the food to his mouth. It was decent stuff!
"Why that?" Elizabeth asked Brandy.
Brandy grabbed her feet, the soles having a pink pigment, and stretched out her legs, "I dunno. It's been awhile since I went to college but taking a random course that I didn't choose? Reminds me of high school." She slapped her feet down.
"Somebody forgot to give my teacher her lesson plan," said Todd, "so we spent the period just talking about which specie we would rather be than the one we are."
Patricia tapped some of her toes on Todd's foot, "And what did you say?"
"A lion," said Todd, "They got humongous wieners!"
They giggled.
"If this is going to be how college is now," said Patricia, having finished her lunch, tray empty, "I can get used to it."
Elizabeth leaned forward, "I'm still..." she sighed and took a hand to her head, stroking her hair back, "...bewildered by everything. We're at a college for animal people. It's... hard to take in."
Patricia took a hand to Elizabeth's foot, patting down its side. They smiled at each other.
"Like being animals ourselves," said Brandy, "I think we'll get used to this too."
Brandy took a fork and put it down into Randal's shepherd's pie.
"Hey!" said Randal.
Brandy smiled and scooped some up to eat it. She smiled and giggled. Randal giggled back.
