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Andy was a gifted artist. He quickly rose in the ranks in his local town, soon become a household name nationwide. His pieces would sell for thousands of dollars. Needless to say, Andy was in a nice place. Considering his passion, Andy's house reflected this. It was filled with paintings and other artistic tools such as easels, paintbrushes, paint, you name it. Andy was the proud owner of a few statues as well. He was always on the lookout for more items to add to his collection, and often attended auctions to do so.

Another thing, Andy was very much inspired by Japanese culture, and used it in many of his paintings. It was often praised for it's artistic accuracy and often sold higher than some of his more "localized paintings." Andy often visited this kind of art style and it was the one he was most fond of.

At an auction, Andy was awaiting for something to peak his interest. It took a awhile, until the last item to be specific. It was a large paintbrush with white tip melting into black. It seemed trivial, but Andy knew that he would walk away with it. The bidding started out calm and normal, many patrons jumping in and pulling out shortly afterwards. At the end, a bidding war broke out between Andy and another gentleman. It went on for a good three minutes, Andy eventually winning out, buying the brush for $10,000. It seemed like a lot for an oversized paintbrush, but it was handmade specially in Japan, making it priceless to Andy.

The hall was dismissed as the auction ended, and Andy went up to the stage to claim his new item. The auctioneer whispered into Andy's ear that the item had mystical powers, beyond comprehension. Andy shrugged this off and picked the brush up and headed to his car. Something about holding it just felt...right. Like it was made for him. Andy put it into the backseat of the car and closed it.

While Andy was starting to get into the front seat, his hair became much longer, turning white in the process. Andy got into the car and a bunch of hair fell into his vision. He idly swiped it away like it was an everyday thing. As he put his seat belt on, his ears became covered in matching white fur, moving to the top of his head. He started the car and began driving away. His much better hearing allowed him to hear into other cars, somewhat to Andy's dismay. He never liked hearing a jumble a noise, so he tended to keep the windows shut. It was a hot day so he didn't have much choice in the matter this time.

Andy drove on, and white fur began to cover his whole face. A red marking of fur formed on his forehead and went down to his nose. Andy's faced pushed outward into a muzzle as his nose became black and wet at the tip of it. His eyes became more canine and turned hazel while tuffs of fur at his cheeks puffed out. White fur grew down his neck and Andy stopped at a light. A group of people looked over in pure shock and amazement. They rolled down the window and called over to Andy. "Are you the famous painter Andrew Smith?" one man asked. Andy let out a small feminine giggle and nod, saying "Yes." in a very high pitched, feminine voice. The light turned green and Andy drove on.

As he did, Andy's arms and whole torso grew white fur, some red marking forming on him. His arms became much more thin and slender, while his hands became more pawlike, even growing sharp claws at the tip of his fingers. Two patches of fur stuck out like wind as Andy's shoulders cracked inward. Andy's waist became narrow while his back went into an arch shape. Two breasts began to sprout and grow larger and larger, until they reached C cup size. Underneath Andy's shirt, a black sports bra formed to hold his, or more appropriately, her new breasts up.

The new mass at her chest caused much strain, as the seat belt didn't adjust itself. She reached a stoplight, the stop almost knocking the wind out of her because of the tight seat belt. Before she could unbuckle herself, the light turned green and Andy kept driving, eventually reaching a place she could pull over, as she did, Andy's manhood shrank back into him, leaving nothing but flatness on the outside, her insides matching her new form and body. Andy's hips and rear flared out as well. White fur grew down to her feet, which became more pawlike beneath her shoes.

Andy was finally able to unbuckle her seat belt, and took a few deep breaths. She wanted to stretch a bit before returning home. Andy got out of the car as her legs became more shapely and feminine, red markings forming at her thighs. As Andy stretched, a long white tail emerged from her backside. The white melted into black, the same way the paintbrush did. Andy's clothes had altered in the process to match her new form. It had became a white kimono with red lining, matching her fur color. Her shoes had became matching boots.

Andy finished stretching and returned to the car, now slightly altered. There was a tail hole in the driver's seat to allow more comfort for Andy and not have to sit against her tail. Andy quickly arrived home and got out of the car. She thought of a great way to break her new brush in. Andy grabbed it from the back and rushed inside. Most if it was unchanged, except chairs often didn't have a back to make sitting comfortable for her.

Andy set up her easel and began to paint with the new brush. She painted for hours, only taking breaks to use the bathroom or get something to drink. After the sun had set, she had finally finished her painting. It was a self portrait of her holding her faithful paintbrush. She'd made quite a few masterpieces with it, and would go on to make even more. At the bottom of the page where there was some blank space, she signed her name, "Ammy."