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It was a nice house, Gary thought, as he was lead upstairs. Group projects were officially THE WORST in his book, but at least this time the partner fulfilled all the proper requirements: Still in the class, actually available to work, and not a moron. She fulfilled the improper requirements too: nice to look at, pleasing voice, hint of mystery and pizazz. People joked that Myra was a witch, as if it were slang for someone they didn't like but didn't want to actually say so.

"Hopefully it won't be too bad." "Mmm... looks like busy work from what I've read. The sort where it's too much for one person, just to make sure you work in a group." "Or to punish the people whose groups don't actually manage to group, through no fault of their own."

She giggled a bit. "You've seen things, hun." "Traumatic memories, yes, of days gone by and grades come back with an F for eFfort."

Her room was... quaint. Very light pink and purple. Cushy, cushioned, with strange doodads on the walls. A few pet toys, though he hadn't seen any pets on his way in. People were weird, sometimes. "Now then, let's set homework aside for a bit." Aside for a bitch, she thought, but that would be telling.

"...?" "I've seen you, hun. So morose, so pent up and shy. You've never actually been with a girl before, have you?" "...I... maaaay have?" "Oh come now, there's no need for such secrets. I can see it." The way she said that sounded... concerning. Like she could stare directly into his brain. I see your mind! It's wrinkly. Iron it out.

"I made sure to get you on my group when I did, mind. Those little desires were jumping up and down screaming 'pick me! Pick me!'"

"We... didn't get to choose our groups..." Gary was deeply confused now.

"Not traditionally no, but I'm sure you've heard I'm a witch, yes?" "And... you magicked yourself onto my group?" "Other way around, but yes." She'd plopped onto her bed by now, swinging her legs around theatrically. It would have been more scandalous if she'd actually remembered to wear a skirt, but you couldn't be expected to remember Everything about villainous seduction.

"...why?"

"Mmm... because I can see you have some... interesting tastes, and I'd like to play with them a bit. No no, let me finish." Gary pouted a bit, but let her. If nothing else, she might Eventually explain what this was all about. "I'd say you like your women... fluffy."

This got a reaction, mostly a blush and a sheepish look the other way. Okay what. How... how did she... "Please. I'm much the same way, though I take a more practical approach to it." "P-practical?"

She stretched a bit, and Gary watched as a thick, bushy brown tail slowly spread outwards from behind her. She raised her ass a little in the air to let it up, pulling her sweatpants down slightly, and he marveled as the appendage grew outwards. Swishing, swaying, Extremely alluring. "Something of the sort, yes. So I think... I'll make you a proposition."

He nodded, perhaps too vigorously. Oh god yes. This was hitting far too many buttons, and then doing it again to make sure it clicked.

"The deal is rather simple. You can have, no questions asked, one goooood, proper fucking with me. Your first lady of pleasure, and a lupine one at that." Okay okay yes good. The "deal" part seemed a bit concerning, but surely...

"But when you come, when you finish, you're going to become... my bitch."

"Are... are we talking..."

"In all senses of the word, hun. Metaphorically, sure, but literally as well. Transformed totally, utterly into a nice, obedient, horny female dog who needs my pleasure. And, of course, if you don't want to, then we'll never speak of this again."

Myra smiled, a deep ear-to-ear smile. His expressions were the best part, really. That dumbfounded realization, that gnawing concern, two forces fighting each other out in his brain and the sexy one was Definitely winning.

Gary's face floated through many different possibilities, but mostly was quite disconnected from his mind. This... now she had managed to push ALL the buttons. He knew he shouldn't, but at the same time... he'd never forgive himself if he did. To walk away from someone who had proven she could cause such transformations, offering a live of utter submission and change...

"I... yes." Her disrobing was exceedingly quick. Alarmingly so. Had she done this before? His, by contrast, was flustered and awkward, flopping and getting stuck on the shirt and oh dear that's very naked.

"Remember, you can always go back until you come. It'll be your actions, your Need, that will seal your fate."

This made him impossibly hard, that state where the penis starts to forget that maybe there is such a thing as an upper limit? He didn't care. This... he had to. There was no contest, not anymore.

She drew a finger along her pussy, gently and slowly, as if reminding him where it was. It was hard to tell with these newcomers. A touch of liquid seeped out, resting on the outer edges, waiting for him to arrive.

Slowly, hesitatingly, he crawled up onto the bed, over her... and inserted. A squeeze, a push, and then a thrust. He got the idea after a few seconds, and began to rock.

"Mmm... you are quite a natural. It'll be a shame, really. As long as it's in me, that dick only has one more time left. How does it feel? Knowing that?" "It... scary." "But fun, yes?" "It's like... I need to feel it, need to be part of the change." "Muuuch better than just reading about it, yes?" "Y... yes."

He thrust, and shoved, though she seemed a little displeased. He was quite gentle about it, not entirely sure how hard to turn up the heat. She'd teach him, soon.

"Fucking away your dick. Fucking away your humanity. You're gonna be a very sexy little bitch... a nice reversal from the big, shy man you are now." "I... I want... I want to be a bitch..." His mind was starting to fog in the heat of the event. It was easier to go with the narrative, easier to let it happen.

"And whose bitch are you going to be?" "Yours... you're going to... to own me... I'll be your pet..." "And how long do you think this is going to last? Say it." "It... for... forever." Forever seemed like quite a long time, though now that he was on the cusp of it he really could understand. It wasn't a time, a length of days or years... it was a state of being. Forever meant that there was nothing left behind. That this would be the fresh starting point of a wonderful new life.

His balls had started to become impatient, quivering and preparing for their usual sort of mess-making. "It's... it's coming..." "Good. Come for me, bitch."

He sprayed. Once... twice... three times... ohhhh... that was good. A nice, proper fuck, the way it was supposed to be done. Gary looked down at Myra, and gently pulled out. It had be-

The world shook. HIS world shook, as something in his brain rotated and realigned in a different position. What... what was... he reeled, took a step backwards.

"Oh no, don't close your eyes. This is the fun part, remember?"

He looked down, and gasped in spite of himself. It was one thing to talk about it, but... his dick was... receding. Shrinking, unmaking. Not the simple retraction of finishing its task, but actually becoming smaller in scope and potential. The balls slurped upwards out of their sack, leaving behind a strange fleshy waggler that gently started to tuck itself in. "Ohhhh... oh damn..."

Gary put a hand on his crotch, he Had to. He had to feel it, slipping through his fingers. Sliding deeper and shallower... it was just a tiny nub now, a little head not even an inch long, strangely square in the middle of his crotch. The pubic hair had shrunk down, becoming brown and fluffy and soft, then spreading outwards and away. The world shook again, and his chest pushed violently. He staggered again, grasping at them, and giving a moan as they became warmer and happier under his touch.

He looked down at Myra, and gasped. Already she was blazing with fur, grey and brown and thick and so luscious. Her breasts calmly flattened out as her pussy seemed to droop outwards. Lips becoming balls, then a sack to contain them, and a shaft of concerningly large size rising to meet the sky. It... it kept growing. It wasn't the length that scared Gary, it was the width. The thickness, that... that Thing... it was going to be going... into...

Oh dear.

His crotch took that moment to pull inwards, Popping gently with a splash of strange fluid. She watched as the cum that had made such a mess everywhere slowly turned clear and goopey. It wasn't sperm anymore, it was very, very feminine, as if it had always been that way. The lips still had no fur on them, and as she watched they pushed and pulsed outwards, becoming darker and thicker and enGORGED. There was a stretched appearance to them, like that of a balloon that finally reached past its limit. It extended, protruded, and it was very very inhuman.

Her chest kept pounding, pulsing, trying to escape. Already it had become soft and squishy, the pectorals giving way to something far easier to move and jiggle and squish. She grasped at the nipples, and gave a cry when a small touch of liquid escaped. That... that was...

"Mmm... yes, you are quite a looker, aren't you?"

They bounced, coming to a halt on the flesh below, but already two more nipples started to grow below them, and as those filled up another pair arrived on the scene. This... her entire front was... dedicated. Committed to being female in an unavoidable manner. To simply place a paw on them was to accept that these were a part of her. A... a paw?

The tips of the fingers had grown dark, pushing out into pads, the palm as well. The nails thickened, but the fingers... they shrank away. Slipping further and further back as everything became far flatter and simpler. "N... my hands!" "What does a bitch need hands for? Trust me, any sort of fucking can be done with paws."

She knew what that meant. That Fucking really was the only thing they were going to be good for. Already the idea of moving fingers felt... wrong in her head. She staggered backwards, her feet pulling and twisting into paws of their own. The room seemed to... grow, just a bit. She was a big dog, but not quite as big as Gary was... that... the mere fact she was thinking of herself like that... oh goddess...

Myra stood up, and Gary whined gently at the sight. He was... very naked, throbbing and erect and quite ready for scandalous events. A proud wolf to Gary's silly dog, and it was clear who was going to be leading the night's events. "I don't really get all manly very often, so this is quite a treat for you. I do hope you'll... enjoy it."

Gary let herself be backed away by Myra, circled around until... she tripped, falling on the bed with a cry. Her face was stretching now, pushing outwards as her nose hardened and her teeth grew. There was brown fur everywhere, and her muscles felt so small and weak. Her ears, the traitors, they stretched upwards and outwards and away from her face.

"Speak for me." Arf! Gary started, feeling the bark leap forth from her throat. She... she hadn't meant to do it... but Myra had ordered her to, so she... she did it without thinking. Her pussy felt so... so wet at the thought of it, and this... musky powerful TEASE standing over her. He wanted this too, didn't he? Just... get it OVER WITH.

"Hahaaa... now you're starting to feel the heat. It's maddening, isn't it? A need, a thirst you can't quench by yourself. Well, doggy style would generally be appropriate, but I want you to See it. I want you to watch."

Gary nodded, meekly, staring at the werewolf from behind her muzzle and row after row of breasts. Her spine wiggled, and a tail started growing. One inch, two inches... but Myra didn't even let it finish before he pounced!

She cried out, exhaling in shock and pleasure. This... she felt so... filled up. Pushed aside, her flesh making way for her master's powerful phallus. She rocked and shook from some instinct that didn't care if she didn't know how to make it work. "I... Oh god..." "Mmm... nice and tight, but I think... I think you have a little more room. You better." "I... wha?"

Myra pushed, pulling at the bitch in front of him, and then it... popped. The knot, somehow, it gave way for an instant, only to lock again inside of her.

"AaaaAAAAHHhhHHHH!!!" "Yesss... stuck now, just like you." "Arrr.... Arrrrr....."

Her moans became whines, and slowly gently the dog started to speak in them. A longer throat, a longer face, a different voice box, changing and twisting the tones of her need. She raised her hands, and watched as the arms altered their length, their alignment, becoming truly quadrupedal. Her legs, the muscles they pulled back and in and her butt felt so round and exposed and aaaaahhhh...

Still he was relentless. Still he pushed, and pounded. "You're almost there, bitch. Just like you wanted it. Just like you couldn't resist." "I... Irrr juuuustt..." "Tell me. Tell me everything. You have to." She... she did, but she wanted to too. "I feerr... so hot... can't... can't think..." "You're gonna have some good pups from this, you know." "P...pups... I... I waaarnt thaat! I wanna bee... knocked upp... a good doggy for... for owner..." "Glad to hear it. Less words, though." "Leerrrssshhh arrr? Arroooo... arr! Arrf arrr arrrrrr..."

She... she couldn't remember! What... how did you talk... like... like a human? But that wasn't something she needed to know, and so it wasn't something she Could know. Not anymore.

"Bitch isn't a very good name, though. Your name is... Grace."

"Arrr!"

Grace felt it, the moment where her old name, the sound of it the meaning of it shattered. Grace formed, and it was a pet's name, the name of someone who was owned and controlled, an extension of her master.

"Mmm... now then, let's seal the deal, with some of My cum."

Grace... she needed it... the heat gathered, built, and then... burst. She rocked and spasmed, unable to control the sensations and passions an...

And...

The world came back into focus again. She'd stopped thinking there for a few seconds, unable to do much else but enjoy. Myra was still above her, knotted firmly in place. This... this was his... her room? Myra was often one or the other, Grace remembered. A nice, proud wolf that she was proud to have as her master. She'd have so many beautiful pups, and... a thought crossed her mind, that she'd been human. A strange, naked upright creature. But she wasn't anymore, and for that, she was glad.