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Jason was shoved roughly into the metal Transmogrification chamber, turning around to protest only to see the thick glass door slide down and lock into place. He beat and yelled onto the glass, the otter quite vocal in his anger, but he knew it was futile; the glass was only one way - in - and he wouldn't be able to hear any responses.

With a soft hissing sound, the chamber began to fill with a visible vapor, pooling down at Jason's feet and slowly rising upwards. The damp particles clinged to the otter's fur and sunk through to the skin, leaving a tingling feeling behind. Immediately noticing the tingling in his feet, the otter stumbled back in what little space he could, kicking up the vapour. Not before long, he felt the sensation spreading to his other limbs and he shivered, expecting the first changes soon.

The vapor continued to fill the chamber, growing thicker and denser. While those outside could view what was happening to the otter, he could not see out, or hear anything but his own breath. Jason started to breath in the vapor, unable to hold his breath forever. He spluttered as the vapor caught in his throat and tingled in his lungs. His panic started to subside as the sedative effects of the vapor took hold, the otter starting to care less about his fate. A feeling of excitement started to fill him, his heart started beating faster as the tingling across his body increased and the vapor continued to absorb into his skin and system.

The vapors began to sink into the otter's body, making his fur look thicker and fluffier, until it became obvious his fur was growing, changing from the dense but short fur into long fluffy coat, the color changing shade to a deep red. Jason's gaze roamed his body, exploring his new pelt with his paws. His chest rose and fell with every breath, growing a bit larger as he breathed in the thick vapor. His shoulders felt tense, the otter letting out a low snarl as he flexed and stretched his arms and shoulders, a popping sound coming from his back as the pressure forced his shoulders wider, growing further and further apart to match the otters barreling chest. Looking down, Jason noticed his feet slowly sink from view as the feeling of mass on his chest increased, his pectorals first gaining visible definition, then surging into massive shelves of muscle, making the otter's eyes widen with disbelief as he could no longer see his feet standing up. Clenching his stomach, Jason's shivered as the changes ran down his back, doubling over with his core feeling like it was tightening even as he felt it widen within his arm. With each small cramping feeling, his abs defined then grew into thick cobblestones, showing through the thick red fur of his belly.

The otter's thick rudder tail raised up against his will, becoming both thinner and shorter while developing an upwards curl, Jason's new appendage permanently lifted above his now fluffy rump. His ass grew larger as the otter's hips cracked and widened to better support his now huge torso, the muscles of the butt swelling and filling out into a perfect bubble booty. The shifting otter's thighs started to ache as they swelled with their own musculature, the thick cords flexing and tensing, growing larger and more defined with each movement. His thighs grew so large around that even with the wider hips, they started to rub against each other. Jason adjusted his stance, shifting and adjusting stimulating further growth, the bones and muscles growing longer and pushing the otter to 7 feet now. His feet, unseen beyond the barrier of his jutting pectorals, cramped as they began swell, growing longer and wider, growing thick as they became meaty to support the weight of his massive form, giving him another inch of height by themselves.

The pumping of Jason's heart grew stronger with his chest growing wider and deeper, so wide he would have to enter most doors sideways. The feeling of growth filled his upper arms, the biceps and triceps first swelling, then ballooning out. The otter felt compelled to flex as he grew, feeling his range of motion decrease as his flexing further stimulated the growth. The strength flowed down to Jason's forearms as they became long, thick, and meaty to match his upper arms. His hands started to tense, unconsciously working and rubbing them against his changing form as they swelled into thick clawed canine handpaws, Jason's ottery webs being subsumed into the fur and rough paw pads.

A feeling of pressure grew within Jason's skull as the otter's square muzzle pulsed and stretched longer, the nose staying the same size but the rest growing and swelling into a proper canine shape. The pressure simply increased further as the former otter's head continued to shift, the short round ears growing longer and wider, resembling the husky he was turning into. The scents of the vapor hit Jason's new senstive nose with a kick, overwhelming him with the new sensation and making it hard to think. His eyes begin to feel weird as the color slightly faded from his vision, his irises change color into a light steel grey.

The former otter clutched his head as pressure in his skull and in his mind did not abate. A hissing sound announced a new gas introduced into the chamber, a thick demanding scent that Jason couldn't recognize but filled his nose and filled with him with an erotic energy. His still lutrine cock jerked to sudden attention as his new body reacted to the scent of a female husky in heat, and Jason found it even harder to think. Jason whined, the sound reverberating within his deep chest and shifting as his vocal cords transformed and made him sound like the muscular canine he now was. The former otter's hips began to instinctually buck, and he felt a growing need and heat within his balls as they swelled from the size of cherries to that of eggs, an increasing density and sized as they grew to larger, jerking larger with every beat of his heart, into kiwis, then apples. The feeling of lust started to pound at Jason's mind as his sack started to feel tight, the mass of his now orange-sized balls puling him further forward as they continued to swell, growing to the size of softballs.

Hormones rushed through the new husky's body, Jason's sex drive going wild and adding a new point of attack on his already overhwelmed mind. Testosterone flooded through him, pumped by his still rapidly beating heart, and in response his muscles swelled even larger, visibly defined even through his thick red fur. Jason began to feel like his cock was going to burst as it flooded with blood, the former decently sized 6 inch member swelling wider and thicker with each thrust of the husky's hips grinding against the glass of the transmog chamber. First one inch and then another was added to his member, growing even more sensitive as it's head altered to become pointed. His giant meaty paws roaming over his new 12 inch cock, Jason felt like his world was encompased solely by it and his balls, his new knot swelling as it felt like his entire personality and memory was being placed in there, dragged by the hormones and need within him.

A strange feeling started to well up within Jason, and the former otter tried to resist it as it burbled from his stomach to his chest. The feeling only increased with every stroke and thrust of his cock against the smooth glass, his tounge hanging out of his mouth as he panted, breathing in even more of the scent and vapor. Jason took an unconscious deep breath right, then the feeling he had been trying to resist broke loose as a loud howl, the otter's control lost. Jason's cock shooting the thick husky seed, his balls slowly shrinking down a tad as they empties both their contents as the former otter desperately tried to resist the sensation of fading away, but with each jet husky seed Jason's memories and thoughts grew further clouded, wiped away and replaced by a blank pleasure, forgetting his childhood, schooling, his time swimming, or even that he had been anything other than a large husky that would put bodybuilders to shame. With one last spurt, he forgot his name, the former otter's personality and self spirling down the drain at the bottem of the chamber.

He leaned against the glass of the chamber, panting as he felt the waves of orgasm rolling over him. His ears perked as they almost heard something, a static voice speaking to his subconscious, telling him what he was, that he loved being muscular, and he loved his master, and his master loved seeing him big and huge, which is why he was always working out and rarely wore clothing, that he was well trained and obediant to his master's desires.

A small object dropped from a vent at the top of the chamber, onto the floor. The husky looked down and saw a collar - the staticy voice told him it was his and he needed to put it on. He couldn't read the name of the tag, but that was okay, he didn't have to. Master would tell him his name. He put on the collar, and things just felt right as his flagging cock started to tingle back to attention. It felt right, he said to himself, it felt so good to be a big dog, obedient husky, to serve his master. It felt good to be a Good Boy.