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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 bawl like a baby. 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.

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. 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. 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, 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 wanted to rub her thighs. 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.

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, and the horrible creatures torturing her. 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.

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.

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 squealing in fear.

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 zonked, 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 combined pants and panties plummeted to the floor.

Pixie lowered the bag so Patricia could step out of it 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.