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SotM December 2021: Secret Ingredient

Hey guys! Squeaking in just in time for a Story of the Month before we kick off 2022. 

If anyone has any requests for future SotMs please let me know! I'm going to try to get these out more regularly. 

See attached PDF to read the story and hope you had a happy holidays and a happy new year.

-Roush 

SotM Dec 2020 Santa's Helpers

Happy Holidays everyone! Still on hiatus for regular Story of the Month, but here's something short I threw together for the holidays. Hope you enjoy it! 

Well, shit. Brittany thought happily, the enchantress pretty proud of herself and pleased with how things had turned out. She looked down at her two little elves, each obediently worshipping her massive girl cock, their arms trembling slightly as they worked to support it’s weight. This worked out pretty good!

The whole thing had started a year ago, during the last Lewd Brews holiday party. Brittany felt dumb struck how quickly time had passed, she felt as if she’d blinked and the entire years had flown by. Now it was Christmas Time again: Jessie had her enchanted snow falling in the lobby, staff were all dressed up like elves, and the ink was just drying not he flyers advertising their annual Christmas Eve bash. The plan had struck Brittany while she’d been sitting in her office, reading the flyer from the email Jessie had sent her, reminding the husky the her presence was expect at the party. Brittany grumbled to herself, she still hated parties and her cheeks grew warm as she thought of last year’s party. Although, if pressed, Brittany would admit… well maybe fun wasn’t quite the right word. But it had certainly been kinky and arousing when Jessie, dressed as Santa, had made Brittany and Nathan play the role of her reindeer. She turned her office chair and thoughtfully watched a large cargo ship turn into the Port of Portland, ultimately deciding if she was going to be forced into going to the party this year she’d go under her terms!

Brittany spent the next couple of days mulling over her kinky plans for revenge, the problem was Jessie had the mind for this sort of thing and nothing the enchantress seemed to dream up was all that creative or interesting. Really all Brittany could think of was donning a Santa outfit and forcing Jessie into playing the role of Santa’s little helper for the evening and that just seemed… not very interesting. But when the day of the party arrived Brittany hadn’t thought of anything better so that afternoon she quickly drank a bottled dick potion and proudly wore a Santa themed dress. Moaning as a large throbbing girl cock sprouted from between her legs… perhaps a little bigger than she’d intended, but she doubted anyone would mind. Perhaps she’d also enlist Natalie’s help. The vizsla and had been paling around a lot lately!

As if some sort of act of fate Natalie, sure enough, was with Jessie when the feline had arrived to collect her redheaded mate. The two women had been scheming on how to get Brittany to the party if she refused to go but Jessie was very surprised when Brittany was ready and waiting for them with two sexy elf costumes. It didn’t take much persuading to get the two girls dressed up, Jessie was both grateful that Brittany wasn’t putting up a fight this year and aroused by the whole thing and as always Natalie was just happy to take part. The only fly in the ointment, as Jessie readily pointed out, is Santa had no Mrs. Claus. A problem Brittany solved by enlisting Nathan’s help and a simple gender bender potion.

Brittany did feel a little bad for bringing Nathan down the stairs as Mrs. Claus. Despite being a big, sexy, muscular stud he did enjoy being all girly and feminine. But he usually did so in the privacy of their bedroom. Not in front of the staff and customers of Lewd Brews… luckily none even seemed to recognize him as he was the only fur on earth perhaps even more aloof than Brittany herself.

“Merry fucking Christmas!” Brittany sighed happily, taking a seat as the party proceeded before her, guests only taking the occasional glance her way to admire the sexy scene. Her “elves” weren’t doing a particularly good job, having abandoned their assigned tasks and instead had taken it upon themselves to begin worshipping Brittany’s tantalizing cock. Only Nathan was trying to hand out the gifts now, all samples of various Lewd Brews products. But Brittany quickly grabbed him, now her, by a slender arm and pulled him in close for a kiss.

“Come her Mrs. Claus.” Brittany growled. Sometimes it was good to be in control.

Party Foul

This year, like every year, the Lewd Brew’s halloween party is the place to be! For those lucky enough to attend they should be very careful while pursing the snack table least they accidentally grab one of the enchanted snacks on offer.

It looks this young man accidentally served his girlfriend a “Scooby snack” enchanted with a bottled dick potion, and poor Daphne’s costume is just not up to the task of concealing her new, growing member. He might be in the dog house for quite a while after this one!

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Hey y’all, still on an extended break from doing regular Story of the Months, but I did want to give you guys a little something to celebrate spooky season. Thank you guys for your continued support and hopefully I can start pumping out the stories again soon!

IMPORTANT ANNOUCEMENT:

I've been giving a lot of thought about it and I am going to be putting my Story of the Month on hiatus for the rest of 2020 and will have to reevaluate my posting schedule of 2021. I have suspended September's payment so there's no need to cancel if you want to stick around and see what happens next.

This was tough decision to make, but I'm stretching myself too thin with all my active projects and need to throttle back for a bit. If you want to cancel your patronage I totally get it: but if you want to continue to support me there will still be stories posted to Patreon during the hiatus (I hope) since I still have stuff in the pipeline it just won't be on a regular schedule while I get caught back up. In either case thanks for your support!

 Stay safe guys, wear your masks, wash your hands, and thank you for your support! 

July SotM is canceled

Hey all, sorry for the late notice on this one since July is over but last month was... not good. I've been feeling really burnt out the last couple of weeks and my time to write was greatly diminished between overtime at work and a recent medical emergency in the family. 

As such there will be no July Story of the Month and potentially no August one either. If anyone would a refund let me know and I'll be happy to accommodate. Hopefully I can make it up to you all with an extra story or two in the fall.

June 2020 Story of the Month: Eggupance

Egguppance

Written By: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Roushfan5

Illustrated By: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax

Sometimes Kent wondered if he enjoyed his job too much. The stallion watched with a self satisfied, almost manic smile on his face as he watched the heavily pregnant female figure squirm on the floor, moaning in orgasmic bliss. Kent just couldn’t help himself though, the guy had been such a self satisfied prick: it felt good to watch him get his just desserts. 

“Fu…. fu…. fuuuuck!” The figure on the floor cried out, fists clenched while riding the delicate line between pain and pleasure.

His name was James Corbin, or at least he had been in a past life. Before Kent had picked him up for unauthorized modifications and illicit potion use and dragged him off to The Farm. Such official sounding charges made the horse sound like some sort of cop, but in reality he worked as a Lewd Brews enforcer. A mercenary basically, part of the private army that protected the company’s interests and sometimes preformed a little vigilantism on Brittany’s, the company’s owner, behalf. 

Beyond the importance of protecting her intellectual property black market potion brewers often cut corners that made their products much more dangerous than Lewd Brews’ products. Besides, Brittany was well aware of the moral quandaries posed by some of her products: Heat Stimulate, for instance, was a elixir sold by Lewd Brews designed to drastically increase both arousal and pleasure similar to one’s natural heat cycle. It was a great product between two loving and consenting adults, however if some asshole took it on himself to slip a few drops into his date’s drink while she was looking the other way… well that became a whole new issue. That was why Brittany had formed the Lewd Brews Intelligent Services or LBIS unit, which watched for any magical malfeasance and dragged any perpetuators back to Lewd Brews to be dealt with by some ironic punishment. 

Kent, for instance, had been ‘volentold’ for his position with LBIS after he’d been became the first person to circumnavigate Brittany’s complex and highly effective security system. Thieves trying to break into Lewd Brews was a surprisingly common problem. From run of the mill breaking and entering looking for anything of value to steal to high end corporate espionage from government actors and private companies alike. Big Pharma, various tech companoies… wherever you went that had people with heads of their asses they pretty much wanted a piece of Brittany and her company. 

Like many before him Kent had been sent to try and infiltrate Lewd Brews, he’d been much more successful than most. Although Kent still considered the whole thing to be rather embarrassing. He’d walked away empty handed and had still be caught by the LBIS three days later. None the less he’d impressed Brittany and Bill, (the he’d of the LBIS) and considered his talents to valuable to waste on The Farm. So the stallion was offered a job he couldn’t refuse. 

Still, although their relationship had started off rocky, it had been a fruitful one in the end. Kent wasn’t making quite as much money as he had been before, but he wasn’t working nearly as hard either. Plus he got healthcare, retirement, and the ability to put down roots for the first time in his life. Plus the might of Lewd Brews had been helpful in dealing with some issues from his past life of crime. Plus… he really did enjoy his new job.

“Oh god!” James cried on the floor, his back arching as he came yet again against his fingers, furiously rubbing his new clit. 

She must be getting close! Kent thought, torn between excitement and disappointment. He loved watching him squirm and thrash during labor, but this was nothing compared to what was going to happen next. 

Sure enough, as Kent continued to observe, he could see the shiny slightly off white tentacle egg slowly crowning inside James’ pussy. Stretching his lips and causing her stimulation to grow ever higher. She called out, louder than ever. “FUCK! Plu… plu… please make it stop!” As the egg slowly started inch from her vagina before another orgasm rocked her entire body. She rolled over, pressing her body to the floor and cradling her stomach instinctively but there wasn’t much she could do but ride it out. 

If Kent was very concerned about James’ condition he hardly showed it. Instead he leaned against a nearby wall and fished a pack of smokes from his pocket. 

“Bill isn’t gonna like you smoking in here.” A nearby woman in a white coat protested. 

“Well,” Kent said with a smile as he lit up the cigarette. “Let Bill stop me then! In the meantime just be grateful I’m not beating off right now. Or maybe that’s a show you’d enjoy?” Strictly speaking Bill, his bovine boss and (like most bulls) dumber than a box of rocks in Kent’s opinion. But the horse knew their wasn’t much Bill could do to stop the horse from doing just about whatever he wanted. As long as the horse brought back everyone they asked him too and knew as much about their operation he did there wasn’t anything he couldn’t get away with.

The woman walked away in a huff while the horse let out a big smoke cloud from his lungs, feeling soothed by the warm smoke in his lungs and the calming effects of the nicotine in his system. Kent only allowed himself a smoke after a job well done, it was great practice in self control and the cigarettes where always better that way. He made sure to savor every last drag on the tobacco while he watched the human in the breed pit pant and yell through their labor.

There where many jobs on The Farm for those caught on the wrong side of Brittany’s wrath. Usually a couple of days of physical labor and people where sent on their way. But for repeat or particularly serious offenders there where much more labor intense tasks. James, for instance, had been selected for tentacle breeding. He’d been tossed into a tentacle pit for for a few hours and had been retrieved looking very different than he’d gone in. Sporting a very impressive rack and a new uterus full of tentacle eggs. It may seem like a cruel and excessive punishment, but Kent thought it was totally justified. After all forced impregnation was what James had wanted to do to women! And besides, there where some people out that asked to become tentacle breeders for a weekend. 

James had been caught messing with the formula for Lewd Brews Fertility Treatment. It was a potion from Brittany’s medical line, because not all of Lewd Brews products where meant specifically for kink. LBFT was for couples that where experiencing fertility issues, but still wanted to conceive naturally. It was an especially powerful draft as well, Brittany joked that a man could knock up a pocket pussy with the stuff if he wasn’t careful! But the husky had been mindful about the potential dangers of selling such a product. After all she didn’t want people using Lewd Brews’ potions to turn people unto unwilling mommies and daddies: especially if they thought they where having responsible, safe sex. Therefore Brittany had implemented a safety measure of sorts: for the potion to be effected both the male and the female had to drink the potion. James, thinking himself a clever boy and wanting to make himself into something of a modern day Genghis Khan had reverse engineered the potion and removed that safety with the intent of knocking up all his one night stands: birth control or not. Brittany had to admit it was a pretty impressive bit of work, but luckily James hadn’t been smart enough to keep his mouth shut. 

His roommate, who was familiar with Lewd Brews products and especially disgusted when after overhearing she was one of the women that James intended to impregnate with the potion had contacted the police. They had been bamboozled by the case, having never heard of potions or magical birth control before and weren’t even entirely sure a crime had been committed. Luckily the LBIS had picked up the police report and Kent had taken the next flight to Miami to go and pick up the college student before he could cause any damage. Truth be told though Kent sort of wished that James had been a little harder to track down. He’d enjoyed the warm Miami weather, many of his fellow Furs complained about the heat and humidity down south, but he found it a lot more enjoyable than the poor ass rainy and cloudy summers they got in these parts. 

“Fucking…  Christ!” James called out from his cell, panting with exertion before another long, moan slowly winding up as she neared orgasm before yet another egg dropped out of her. He was on his hands and knees know, the small collection of wet eggs between his legs continuing to grow.  

Kent always wondered why it seemed every poor soul he dragged to this place seemed to enjoy themselves in the end. Perhaps it was part of the genius in Brittany’s ironic punishments, or maybe it just unveiled something in the human psyche. Kent was certainly not one to say either way, but it sure helped with his job satisfaction.  

Suddenly a door swung open and Kent hastily put out his cigarette. “I know you think I’m stupid, Kent. But I can smell cigarette smoke.” 

“Sorry boss.” Kent said feigning sheepishness. “Bad habits die hard you know.”

“Uh, huh.” Bill said, rolling eyes. “Kendra told me what you said. I let you slide with a lot of crap around here because you ARE good at what you do. But this isn’t no movie and you aren’t Dirty Harry so shape the fuck up before I put you in one of these cages.” 

“Sure.” Kent said with a snort once it became clear he wasn’t going to be able to sweet talk his way out of this one. “Whatever you say big guy.” 

Kent wasn’t sure why Bill didn’t like him so much… besides the blatant disrespect for his authority, dirty habits, or the way he treated his coworkers in general. Kent had decided however the real reason Bill didn’t like him was the horse stood at least a foot taller than him. In his experience Furs like Bill where used to being the largest and strongest guys in the room. It really fucked with their egos when you where the larger one… sand smarter to boot! 

Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and handed Kent a file. “For some reason it’s been a couple of busy months for magical miscreants. So I actually have a couple of cases for you.

“Fuck.” Kent said with a groan. It was pretty easy to go out and handle one case, but things got exponentially harder whenever he got handed multiple cases at a time. “Guess I’m taking the van.”

“Well, however you do it, don’t dawdle.” Bill said, eyeing Kent aggressively. “And watch your ass mister because I’ll be keeping an especially sharp eye on you for now on.”

“Yes sir!” Kent said in a sarcastically chipper voice as Bill left the room, flipping him off as he left. 

“Well shit James, looks like our time is gonna be cut short. Good luck with the whole tentacle breeding thing though!” 

Lighting another cig on his way out the door Kent headed on his way to the next suspect. 

End

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Story of the Month Delayed

Hey y'all. June/2020 has been absolutely hectic and it's likely this month's SOTM will be a little late. 

If anyone intends to cancel their patronage before July get in touch with me and I'll either refund your patronage or send you the story by email/furaffinity notes when it's completed. 

Sorry for the inconvenience, but thank you everyone for your support!  

Stay safe! -Roush

May 2020 SotM: House Broken

Another month and another person abusing Lewd Brews products! When will it end? 

As always see the attached PDF for the story and a reminder that you can always make requests for next month's story in the comments below! 

Hope you're staying safe out there! 

-Roush

Ladies Man (April 2020 SotM)

Hey y'all. I'd like to take this moment to say I hope you all are safe and staying at home in the face of COVID 19! Your patronage is always appreciated, but especially in these trying times. As always you can find the story below or as a PDF document. Wishing you all the best, 

-Roush

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Ladies Man

Story and Characters: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/roushfan5/ 

Artist: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax

Jeremy stared at his phone speechless and slack jawed for several long moments before he remembered he was in public. On this embarrassing realization the horse hastily stuffed his phone into his pocket, hopefully before anyone in the bar could see the image that was onscreen. 

So that’s why you ditched me… Jeremy thought to himself, torn between annoyance and admiration. Little shit! He tossed back the rest of his drink and settled his tab before making his way to the door. The horse figured if he was gonna drink alone he might as well do so in his dorm room where it would cost him a hell of a lot less. 

Outside, in the cool night air, Jeremy pulled out his e-cig and the air filled with a watermelon scented cloud as he plodded along dejectedly. His mind continued churning, still reacting to the picture that Chris had sent. Even with his phone off it was all he could see. Jeremy and Chris had been friends with one another since middle school; drawn together by their mutual love of Nintendo, Spiderman, and both being totally alone on their first day of school. Chris, admittedly, had been the brains of the pair and probably the only reason Jeremy had made his way to college. Jeremy, meanwhile, had been the brawn of the two and had prevented the much smaller and weaker mouse from getting his ass kicked a number of times. Yet their friendship had often been a source of misery in the brawny stallion’s life: truth be told Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure if their friendship was out of fondness or convenience. The two could go days or even weeks without speaking, usually because Chris was angry over something stupid and petty. 

Jermey came to a sharp halt feeling suddenly defiant and pissed off. You know what? This is bullshit! The stallion declared to himself. Despite being halfway home Jeremy turned hoof and marched angrily in the opposite direction towards Chris’ apartment on the edge of campus.

As of late the biggest contention in Jeremy and Chris’ relationship was girls: despite what that might imply, neither of them were huge ladies men. Although not for lack of effort on Chris’ part. As long as Jeremy had known him the mouse had been making a fool of himself all in pursuit of women. This ranged from comical to embarrassing or even anger inducing, depending on Jeremy’s mood and how close to the fallout he was. Lately though Chris had inexplicably become quite successful in his efforts to get laid and now that his womanizing was successful it posed a new problem in their relationship: the mouse bailing on their plans. This was the fourth weekend in a row that Chris had bailed on him with little to no warning. Well, Jeremy decided, hell or high water that was going to stop. At this point he didn’t even care if it cost him their friendship.

The horse’s internal grumblings had carried him all the way to Chris’ apartment, which had been the subject of yet another previous argument between the two friends. Freshman and Sophomores were expected to live on campus, Juniors and Seniors on the other hand could choose to live off campus, if they wanted. Chris expected Jeremy to want to move in with him, but Jeremy  didn’t want the extra expense of an apartment: he’d taken out enough student loans as it was. Privately, he also worried he might have to kill Chris if he lived with him everyday! In turn Chris had responded by saying many nasty things about Jeremy, referring to him as a ‘pussy’ that never lived life to its fullest, thus solidifying Jeremy’ opinion that moving in with the mouse would be a horrible decision. That and the rickety staircase that he had to climb to reach the slum Chris’ landlord had the gall to call an apartment.  

As Jeremy climbed the stairs to Chris’ hovel he was in for another surprise. Two girls were just leaving, not just any ladies at that: but the two very sexy chicks that he recognized from the photo. It was strange to see them and know exactly what they looked like under their clothes. Both cats, ironically given Chris’ rodent nature. Each of the girls were beautiful, covered in what looked like very soft, sleek fur and long curly hair. The two blonde bombshells looked so similar that Jeremy very much suspected they could be twins. Despite himself Jeremy could again feel his unwilling admiration for his friend welling up inside him. The horse, while being much better at hiding it, was probably just as thirsty. He’d call it self restraint while his friend called it ‘being a pussy.’ 

Pussy was Chris’ favorite insult, another thing about his friend Jeremy found annoying.

However, as the two girls passed the stallion in the narrow hallway, Jeremy examined them not for their beauty but the perplexing look of confusion on their faces… almost as if they were drunk. But neither of them stumbled or seemed to have any great difficulty walking... something was causing the fur on the back of his neck to stand up. He wondered if he should just leave, after all he had more or less confirmed the picture was genuine, but he pushed those thoughts aside as unjustified paranoia. Afterall What danger could he really be in? 

He walked up to the apartment door and knocked on it sharpy. “Just a second!” Chris called, sounding slightly tipsy from the inside. Jeremy crossed his arms against his chest and tapped his hoof impatiently until finally the door opened. 

“Oh! Jeremy!” The mouse said in surprise, he hadn’t been expecting him to actually show up at his door. As he spoke the heavy, unmistakable scent of sex wafted through the door and hit the horse sqaure in the face, causing Jeremy’s eyes to widen in shock. Seeing his friend's reaction caused a self-satisfied smile to cross Chris’ face. “You saw ‘em right? Hot as fuck, right?”

“Yeah man… I guess.” Jeremy found himself distracted by the smell of sex difting in from the apartment and the half open robe that Chris was wearing. Luckily he couldn’t actually see anything! Flustered, the horse said nothing. Jeremy wanted to chew out his friend for abandoning their plans at the last minute, for the fourth weekend in a row for that matter! But now that the horse was standing there, stupidly, with no idea what to say.

“Hey man…” the mouse said as if he could read Jeremy’s thoughts. “I am sorry about tonight and all the nights before. But… man, it's tough to say no to beautiful women! But now that they are gone why don’t you come in and have yourself a drink?”

The last thing in the world Jeremy wanted to two was enter Chirs’ disgusting fuck den, but as much as he hated to admit it he was feeling a little lonely. Wondering what he’d done in life to get stuck with the mouse as his only friend and with a small resigned sigh he bent low to pass through the doorway into Chris’ apartment only to find it surprisingly clean. 

“Cleaned up your place huh?” He asked.

“Had to man with all these chicks coming over. Girls like a clean pad.”

“They dig the low budget Hugh Heffiner look too?” The horse asked, nodding towards the mouse’s cheap clean robe. Although, admittedly, it was hardly the worst thing he’d ever seen the mouse wear. 

“Ha!” Chris chortled in response, walking over to the kitchen where many different half drank liquor bottles stood waiting like noble soldiers. “No, this is for me. Trust me though, you should try a robe. It really will make you feel like a king.”

The mouse bustled around the kitchen grabbing vodka and cranberry juice while Jeremy watched out of boredom. As the horse watched though it almost seemed like Chris was nervous about something. He kept checking over his shoulder and seemed to be taking his time doing everything.  “Are you making a 7 course meal back there or what?” He asked while watching the mouse cut and squeeze a lime slower than anyone he’d ever seen before.

“No, but good news for you! I’ve had so many lady friends over lately I’ve gotten real good at making those lady drinks you like so much.” He teased his friend. “Hey, check out the back door would you? These two hotties from the 1st floor sometimes go skinny dipping around this time.” 

“Bullshit.” The horse scoffed, there hadn’t been water in the courtyard’s pool as long as Chris had been in this apartment. Still though... he couldn’t help himself and walk over the sliding glass door to see broken concrete, weeds, a scummy empty pool, and certainly no girl. 

“Ha, got you.” Chris said walking up behind Jeremy with a cosmo in his paw and handing it to the horse. “One pussy drink for the gentleman.”

“Oh thanks.” Jeremy responded with a sarcastic smile before taking a sip of his drink and frowning. It tasted extra strong tonight.

“Something wrong?”

Jeremy thought about bringing up how strong his drink was, but he knew the rodent would just use that as another opportunity to make fun of the horse and his prefered drinks. So instead he fought to keep a straight face and took another sip off the glass. “No. Tastes great!” He said. 

“Good, glad you’re enjoying it.” Chris smiled before taking a seat in his chair and taking a drink from his own whisky filled glass. 

Not wanting to be teased but not wanting to have to drink the disgusting pink beverage any longer than he had to, Jeremy took a seat and choked his Cosmopolitan down as fast as could. Meanwhile a long awkward silence that seemed to have become a trademark of their relationship filled the room until Jeremy realized he was sitting on something. He reachded  under his but and pulled out a pair of pink panties.  Jesus… he thought to himself in shock. He never thought he’d find a girl’s panties in his friend's living room. He really needed to “So… I’ve gotta ask. How do you do it man?” 

“How do I do what?”

“All these chicks… I mean until very recently you were 0 for a thousand.”

An ugly look crossed Chris’ face for a moment at Jeremy’s small dig, but it was quickly replaced by a beaming, almost sinister looking smile. “Do you really want me to show you?”

“Of course…” at first Jeremy was excited at the proposition of learning Chris’ lady killer secrets, but there was something about the leering look on his face that made him question how much he should actually trust the rodent.

“Alright then.” From his robe pocket Chris pulled out a small glass tube and tossed it towards Jeremy, who slopped a lot of his drink down his front trying to catch it. 

“The Ex-Y potion.” Jeremy read off the empty tube aloud. “The sex transfromation potion… what the hell is this Chris.”

The mouse’s leering smile suddenly became even more lecherous, causing the stallion to shrink back in his chair even though he was much stronger and tougher than the mouse. His heart started to race and he could feel his leg trembling, no matter how hard he tried to make it stay still. How in the hell could such a tiny little animal look so threatening?

“You’re going to find out in a moment.”

“Did you put this in my… in my drink!?” 

“Yes I did. You did ask to see my special little secret after all, well I’ve done you one better. Now you get to experience first hand.”

“What the hell is going to happen to me?” 

“Well, loathe though I am to give up a surprise.” Chris said with a hefty chortle. “It’s a lovely little potion online that turns men into women.”

“You’re bluffing…” Jeremy said, trying to convince himself more than anything.

“Am I? Looks to me you’re already starting to feel the effects!”

Sure enough already Jeremy could feel the effects of the potion begin to overwhelm his body. He felt very warm as the massive energy it took to transform a male’s body to a female’s body began to overcome him. His cock throbbed as hormones flooded his body, and he could feel his muscles twitching and spasming. It almost felt like his manhood was fighting back against the potion. But slowly the tent in his pants started to shrink and his shirt felt strangely tight across his chest as his budding breasts began to expand. 

“How the fuck does this help you! You think I’m going to sleep with you just because I’m a woman?” Jeremy asked, cringing as you noticed his voice already having gone up an octave. 

“Well, not because you’re a woman no. But thanks to some small changes I made to the potion? Yes.”

Jeremy, who’d been looking down as his ballooning breasts and expanding hips looked up to Chris nervously. “Changes?” He asked in a weak, nervous voice: wasn’t the change to his body enough? He could feel, with horror, his muscles shrinking, his waist slimming to enhance his hourglass figure, and the last of cock and balls retreating up and into his body.  He couldn’t help himself, with a trembling hand he reached into his shorts and started feeling around. Sure enough pussy lips had replaced his bait and tackle. “What kind of changes?” Jeremy asked, unable to let loose with a small whimper and moan. Meanwhile his other hand slowly traveled up to his breasts… he was shocked how good it felt to touch and rub them, especially when he toyed with his nipples poking through the tank top. If this was how masturbation as a girl felt it was a miracle they ever got anything done!

“Oh the kind that make sure you are properly submissive, weak, horny.” There was a glint to Chris' eye to match that obnoxious grin plastered against his short muzzle. Jeremy wanted to stand up and kick him in the chest with all his might but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to budge from his chair. “Yep… I can already see it now, thath fight dying from your eyes. Of course that was assuming it was ever there! The way I see it I’m doing you a favor, it’s not like your old body was ever much use… the way you wasted it like the gaint fucking pussy you are. Ha! Look at you, already playing with yourself!”

Jeremy quickly withdrew his hand from his pants, feeling greatly embarrased, but there was no hiding the obvious signs of arousal on his fingers. His new pussy wasn’t just wet, it was soaked. 

“No… don’t stop playing with yourself… you clearly need it.” 

At her master’s… No, don’t think that way! encouragement Jeremy’s small, femine hand returned to her shorts and began touching her breasts again. “Nice, aren’t they? I think you should thank your master for giving you such nice tits.”

“Thank you… Master.” 

“Good girl…” 

What the fuck is wrong with me!? Is this the potion? Or am I actually getting turned on by this freakshow!

“Why don’t you stand up for me bitch… let me see that new, sexy body of yours!”

Jeremy wanted to fight it but he could feel his body moving underneath him as if this sick bastard he’d foolishly called a friend for all these years had some sort of mind control on him. He could really feel the effects of the potion now: he was much shorter, his breasts were massive! And he could feel the weight of his new curves. He continued to touch them experimentally and was surprised at how good it felt through the fabric of his shirt.

“Dumb bitch… get that shirt off, let me see those tits.” 

“Yes Master.” Jeremy said, taking off her shirt without hesitation.“Nice.” Chirs said approvingly, smacking her new fat ass roughly, causing her to yelp in shock. “Very nice.” He suddenly grabbed the new girl by the shoulders and forced her roughly to the ground. 

“What the fuck master!” She cried out in a shocked voice, in with her new submissive state of mind she was distrubed just how much weaker she found herself compared to Chris. She wondered what kind of potions he’d used on himself.... 

“Don’t worry little girl.” He said with a big grin, letting his robe fall and exposing his naked body and the biggest cock that Jeremy had ever seen, not that he’d ever seen that many. “I’ve got something that will make it all bigger... after all potions can help out guys too…” 

Chris dropped to his knees and started crawling towards the nervous filly with a predatory glint to his eyes. “I’ve made you into a chick… now lay back and let me turn you into a woman!” 

END

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Dickhead SotM March 2020

The ongoing adventures of Tasha, the magical barista, and her new girlfriend (which you met in October's story of the month). 

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Dickhead 

Story and Characters: Roush

Art: Chi

“Everything all right babe?” Tiffany asked as the two girls sat together in their usual spot at their favorite bar. “You seem worried about something?” 

Tasha looked down thoughtfully at the feline that was curled affectionately against her side. Smiling at the worried yet still adorable look of concern plastered against her cute face. The black lab had a very predictable and familiar pattern when it came to romance. She’d spend a couple of weeks happy in solitude as a single woman before Tasha would start to get bored and lonely all by herself for a while. So she’d find a cute girl to court for a few weeks before remembering just how much work girlfriends could be, and then would dump her lover in order to return to a carefree, even if lonely, single life.

Tasha was aware that this made her sound cynical, but the canine wasn’t against romance as a rule, just (in her words) for the “bullshit pageantry” that passed for romance in society. Besides between school, work, and of course her magic Tasha had neither the time nor money for “fancy” dinners at over priced, crappy restaurants or large yet empty, meaningless gifts: like jewelry or flowers that said nothing about their relationship, other Tasha’s willingness to spend money on it.

Thankfully though things had been different with her latest girlfriend, Tiffany. Tasha wasn’t sure if this was because, until very recently (thanks to some clever magic from the herm) Tiffany had actually been a man. Perhaps Tiffany had always been wried different, maybe that’s why they got along so well. Whatever the case Tasha decided it best not to question it, and enjoy the fact that she’d finally met someone that cared just as much about substance as she did. She’d never been with someone and found it so effortless, so natural. Everything that she was looking for in a relationship without any of the usual drama! There was one glaring flaw in their relationship: the sex.

That wasn’t to say the sex was bad, far from it, in fact Tasha might go as far to say it was actually some of the better love making she’d ever had. In addition to being drop dead gorgeous Tiffany was an active and enthusiastic participant in the sack. Always willing to try anything at least once and seemingly always ready for romp in the sheets. There, however, lay the problem. Tiffany seemed insatiable, almost always mewling for attention from Tasha: always needy always horny. 

Many might roll their eyes at such a problem, if you could even call it that. Your smoking hot girlfriend wants to do nothing but ride your dick? Perish the thought! The problem was Tasha needed her alone time, as sexy as it sounded to receive a blowjob while writing your essay it was tough to focus on syntax and Oxford commas while shooting another load down your girlfriend’s hungry throat. Besides Tasha liked having her time to decompress and enjoy some solitude now and again, like now for instance. Tasha couldn’t help but feel a little strange having her girlfriend practically spooning her out in public like this! Let alone the way her paws wandered much top closely to her cock and balls nestled between her legs considering they where in public. It was obvious that Tiffany was feeling needful again, and while she was being a good girl and holding hit back the best she could now, Tasha knew what was coming the moment they got home.

Part of Tasha was ready to break up with Tiffany, yet unlike most of the girls she’d dated in the past the black lab was also hesitant to dump this girl. For one Tasha felt a great deal of responsibility, since it was the witch’s doing that had made the feline this way in the first place! To rip this poor guy from his old life and then abandon him felt cold and cruel. Moreover Tasha, even if it sounded a little stupid to say even in her own head, was starting to come to the slightly scary realization that this might be the first girl she truly loved!

“Yeah, everything’s just fine, love.” Tasha finally managed to respond before planting a small kiss on the feline’s snout, causing the feline to giggle and squirm in the booth causing a small rush of dread yet also arousal to run through Tasha at the same time. Maybe their was a magical solution to this problem? Could she use a spell to tone down Tiffany’s sex drive… and if she could would Tiffany still be the same girl without it? 

“Hey ladies!” Tasha’s blood already started to boil before she looked across the table and saw some jackass muscle bound dude bro sitting down at their table with a cocky smile on his face. With his backwards hat, dark sunglasses inside, and sleeveless t-shirt he had the took of the guy that would never outgrow high school. His breath stank of cheap booze while the overwhelming smell of body spray assaulted Tasha’s nose. “My name’s Brett,” the red lizard introduced himself, paying no attention to the wrinkled look of disgust on Tasha’s face. “and I just wanted to say I think it’s awesome you girls feel comfortable to express your girl love in public. Like, rock on Pussy Sisters!”

Girl love? Pussy Sisters? Did he really just say that, what the fuck does that even mean? Tasha was equal parts confused and angered by the loud, braying interloper who’d intruded on them. Seeing red, and not just because of the colors of Brett’s brightly colored scales, the witch would have been more than happy to cruse Brett into a million pieces. Tasha didn’t really want to make a scene in her favorite bar and Tiffany didn’t like to see her girlfriend using magic against non-consenting people… even assholes that deserved it. So Tasha tried to take a deep calming breath. 

“Er, thanks.” Tasha said hoping the underlying message of “please fuck off” would be clear enough. The problem was men often seemed immune to subtlety, and surprise, surprise Brett proved to be no different. 

“No problem, no problem.” The obnoxious cretin exclaimed, slapping his heavy paws against the table nearly hard enough to knock over Tasha’s drink. “But listen though, be truthful with yourselves. I’m sure you have lots of fun in the bedroom, but don’t you two Pussy Sisters miss a nice hard cock now and again?” 

Tasha had met a lot of douchebags in her time, it was an occupational hazard of a college student and part time Bastia, but Brett really did seem to take the cake. It wasn’t often that she found herself speechless but all she could do was shake her head in the face of such a loud braggart. It just seemed too fitting that such a bright color had been used for such a brash, unpleasant man. 

Tiffany though managed to remain her usual bubbly self, and managed quite the cutting insult (although perhaps accidentally) in the process. “Silly boy!” The feline laughed. “Tasha gives me more than enough dick in the bedroom.” 

There was a long period of silence at the table. Steam seemed to be coming out of Brett’s ears while Tasha was torn between laughter and annoyance at her girlfriend: on the one paw it was very satisfying to watch Due Bro’s knuckles turn pink as he tightly gripped the edge of the table in barely controlled rage, as if Tasha needed any more reason to dislike the rage prone lizard. On the other hand that was way more information than Brett needed about her or their relationship!

“I’m sure your lovely girlfriend is very good with a strap on.” Brett said with a grin once he’d managed to regain his composure. 

You’re a persistent little shit, I’ll give you that! Tasha thought with a smirk.

He continued with a stomach churning smile, leaning against the table to get closer to the two girls he was trying to flirt with. “But a rubber dick is never going to be a match for a stud like me! One who’s lived with a cock for his entire life and can make you cum all… night… long!” Tasha wasn’t sure what the pauses where for, emphasis? Dramatic effect? Either way she was seriously losing her patience with the lizard. “How about it, Tasha, you want some help in dicking down this little sweet thing? Looks like she needs it the way she’s clinging to ‘ya.” 

“How about you back the fuck away from us before I seriously make you regret it?” Tasha asked with a snarl. This was his last chance to walk away without being seriously injured. 

It was always amusing to watch people react to Tasha when she decided to put her self described “bitch face” on. The black lab was something of a sheep in wolf’s clothing, after all tall yet lean frame resembled something much closer to a dancer than a fighter and betrayed her real, magical power within. Even with her lithe body humans where typically pretty easy to intimidate with a simple show of muscle. Furs where shrouded with enough mystery and their well earned reputation of being extremely tough in a fight. Fellow hybrids however where a little trickier, they had a much better measure of her physical strength. Some laughed her off, others actually responded in kind, but some could actually seem to spot that dangerous glint in her eye that betrayed the full extend of her power. As it turned out Dude Bro was a lot more observant than she’d given him credit for because he seemed to back down immediately. 

“Fine,” he pouted but he couldn’t help but get one last parting shot in before leaving the table. “fucking bitch.” 

“Just watch guys, I can get any woman at this bar?” One of his friends cried out mockingly as Brett returned to his friends at the bar with his tail tucked between his legs. 

Tasha smirked, and planted another kiss on her girlfriend to put on a show for the boys watching them. While she did her best to appear cool, calm, and collected from the outside though inside she was still boiling with righteous anger. She wanted to be the bigger person, particularly with her girlfriend sitting right beside her. That jackass wasn’t worth making a scene in her favorite bar, after all she’d forget about him in a few hours and hopefully the ribbing from his buddies would be enough for him to remember this lesson. However, Brett it seemed couldn’t let it die and with her keen ears she could ear him complaining from all the way across the bar.

“Fucking chicks man… I’d do anything tonight get inside some pussy.”

Hmm. Maybe that can be arranged after all. Tasha thought to herself as a menacing looking smile crossed her face, gears in her head turning at the comment while a devious plan came to mind… how could she get away with it though?

“What are you thinking?” Tiffany’s accusatory voice derailing her train of thought.

“What do you mean ‘what are I thinking’?” Tasha responded, doing her best to sound innocent. 

“You always get that look on your face when you’re plotting something.” 

“What look? I’m not plotting anything.”

“Don’t lie to me… you want to do something to that jackass don’t you?” 

Tasha frowned, no point in denying it anymore. “Yeah, I do. Don’t tell me you don’t think he wouldn’t deserve it?” 

“That’s not the point!” Tiffany growled. “You promised me no magic tonight, I want this to be about us… not some asshole.”

“I thought you liked my magic?”

“I do, but…” 

Before Tiffany could finish however Tasha’s target had gotten up from his stool and loudly announced he was going to the bathroom. She’d never understood why some guys felt the need to loudly announce where they where going next, but for right now she was thankful for it because this? This was too prefect! It was almost like an act of God telling Tasha she was doing the right thing. She managed to worm her way from Tiffany’s grasp and out from the booth. “Be mad at me later, if you gotta. But I’m going to take care of this guy. See you in a little bit.” 

Tiffany frowned as Tasha got up from the booth, but she didn’t bother objecting. “Hurry back.” She said with a small, sad whimper. 

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Tasha moved as quickly as she could while trying to remain inconspicuous across the bar and checking over her shoulder to make sure none was watching her, Brett’s friends in particular. She didn’t need anyone to spot her following her target into the bathroom: slip in and then slip out undetected was the best way to do things, lest she had to deal with any uncomfortable questions! Thankfully none of them seemed to be paying her any attention and confident none was suspicious of her the black lab quietly slipped behind her target into the men’s bathroom, hoping to find it empty expect for her intended target. Luckily the red lizard standing at the urinal with his back turned, vulnerable to the huntress stalking to him. Pleased that her prey was in her sights Tasha tried to silently lock the door behind her, trapping him in the small room. However the sound of the deadbolt scraping in the door drew his attention.

At first the lizard simply peaked over his shoulder, wondering who had locked the for to the bathroom. But when he saw Tasha standing their he whipped around in shock, pissing al over himself and the wall. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Brett demand, reminding Tasha of a drunken toddler in his urine soaked pants and nervous expression.

“Well, I thought a great deal about your offer.” Tasha said, her thick black tail wagging with excitement behind her. She was smiling wickedly, perhaps it made her a bad person, but she couldn’t help to enjoy the obvious terror Brett’s voice as he spotted her. “And, it turns out, I [i]do[/i] think you could help my girlfriend and I in the bedroom.”

At first his eyes lit up in excitement, perhaps Roosh V had been right in how to pick up chicks! But then his eyes narrowed in suspicion and he glared at Tasha. “Yeah? Well, fuck off! You had your chance.”

“Hmm. I must admit that wasn’t the response I was expecting.” Tasha said, she hd to admit she was almost proud of him from turning down her offer, but that didn’t stop her from approaching him with a confident swagger. “Maybe I wasn’t giving you enough credit.”

“Hey! I said fuck off!” The frightened lizard said, but Tasha didn’t stop approaching him. “Back off you crazy bitch! Don’t think I won’t lay your ass out cold just because you’re a hot chick.”

“Oh, what an enlightened gentleman you are.” Tasha said, still approaching him closer and closer.

“I warned you!” Brett shouted before throwing a hay maker at Tasha, who simply giggled and side stepped his punch in response causing his eyes to grow wide with both fear and anger. Suddenly she was thankful for the years of martial art training Daddy had insisted on whenever since she was a little girl. 

“Clearly you have never been in a fight before!” The witch teased as the inertia of Brett’s failed punch sent him wildly stumbling forward, nearly falling in his drunken state, not to mention his pants still gathered around his ankles. “You might as well have sent me a letter you where so obvious and slow with that punch!”

“I’ve been in a fight before!” Brett protested angrily, feeling even more fearful now that he was just starting to realize the extent of his predicament. No wonder this chick was acting like she could kick his ass: she probably could. In fact he might be lucky if walked out of this with nothing more than a mild ass kicking. Still if he was gonna go down he was gonna go down swinging! He flung another wayward punch at Tasha, but this to she easily ducked.

“I guess you’re too used to beating up girls then.” Tasha mocked. “Didn’t your daddy ever teach you not to hit girls? No? I guess I’ll have to!” And, as Brett wound up to throw one last all mighty punch at the enchantress she started chanting her spell.

Of course this wasn’t Alagaësia, there was no need to chant some silly made up language, but it was fun to do so just for the look on Brett’s face as some crazy lady started talking gibberish in the men’s bathroom. Deciding it was high time to get while the getting was good Brett turned tail to run towards the bathroom door: only he tripped over his own pants again just as Tasha’s spell began to take effect. 

As he fell to the ground Tasha’s transformation happened in an instant. His legs and arms snapped together and started to fuse into his body, making one long misshapen cylinder. His face began to lose its definition melting and molding into a smooth round head. As he scored through the air his body began to shrink and most worryingly of all he started to lose feeling in his body as his flesh and blood turned to a dense, thick rubber before landing on the floor as a motionless dildo. 

Brett had braced himself for impact the best he could whiteout being able to throw out his arms break his fall, but despite bouncing up off the floor as if he where a heavy rubber ball the pain he’d been anticipating near came. Instead his entire body felt numb and responsiveness as he laid their helplessly on the dirty bathroom floor. He tired, in vain, to movie any part of his body; straining muscles that where no longer their to escape. What the fuck did you do me!? He wanted to scream out, but he no longer had a mouth. All that was left of the big, red, powerful lizard was a dildo with his signature red colorings and the rough texture of his scales. Reduced to a mere rubber play thing. 

“I hate to admit it,” Tasha said with a rueful chuckle “but you had a point out there in the bar. My girl is a nympho to be frank and I’ve got a hard time keeping up! So when I heard you’d do anything to ‘get inside a some pussy’ I figured you’d be more than happy to help out!”

Fuck you bitch! He spat angrily, but of course Tasha couldn’t hear his angry thoughts. Instead she carried him over to the sink, rinsing off the dildo before placing it in her purse allowing Brett a shameful, shocking look at his new body before disappearing into the darkness of her purse along side her change and gum. Quietly Tasha took the new toy and whisked it away from the bar without anyone being the wiser of what had happened to Brett the lizard. 

. . .

Brett had no idea how much time had passed. He was vaguely aware of getting jostled around inside Tasha’s purse but, as was becoming something of a theme that evening, had no idea what was happening to him until finally he was suddenly dumped back into daylight. He felt like he was going to be sick, tumbling through the air before landing with a heavy thump on the girl’s bed, or at least he thought so from the spinning look at his surroundings. It was tough to get his bearings when he could only look at what he was directly pointed towards. Right now, for instance, he could only stare up at the celling. 

“So that’s him?” He heard a voice ask in wonder. 

“Yep! He said he’d do anything to get inside you, well he’s getting his wish.” 

The feline who he’d so unsuccessfully tried to pick up in the bar picked him up and Brett wanted to recoil at the sound of the two girl’s voices, let alone her actual touch! But his body remained rigid and unmoving. Finally figuring out what had exactly happened the man turned sex toy was filled with an indigent rage at the injustice of it all, what crime had he actually committed? Flirting on some girls? For christ sake, guys hit on women! Even if these two lesbians bitches hadn’t liked the way he’d done it… you might as well punish a fish for swimming!

“May I play with it?” 

“Of course you may!” 

What the fuck! No, you can’t play with me! Let me go! He thought desperately, but of course his objections went both unheard and unheeded.

He found himself suddenly facing the bare pussy of his new owner and for a moment his brain shut down, reactive instinctively to the beautiful sight of a naked girl. Well, he thought to himself with a cheesy grin. I guess if I have to get transformed into an inanimate object a hot girl’s dildo isn’t the worst thing in the world… He couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to get used as one massive penis. His entire body shoved inside a woman? He was almost eager for what was about to happen.

NO! He chided himself in annoyance. You don’t want to be a sex toy, you need to figure out how to get out of this!

Before any opportunity arose to escape however he found himself getting shoved head first into Tiffany’s need slit. No foreplay? He wondered incredulously, and deeply frustrated that he could feel, smell, or even taste much of anything as he was shoved inside the feline. This was much less sexy than one may have hoped!

. . .

Tasha has a test early in the morning and was attempting to get one last minute study session before bed. This was working perfectly, as Tiffany was keeping herself entertained playing with her new toy. Tasha felt proud of herself for the engenious solution… although also a little amazed that she had thought of it early. Your cat is bored? Just give her a toy to play with, duh! Had she really considered breaking up with Tiffany over this? What had she been thinkong! 

But… even though Tiffiany was leaving her girlfriend alone to study a new problem at cropped up, specifically between the canine’s legs! Tasha’s cock quickly began throbbing with need from between her legs, poking through her leggings and bumping against the spine of her book as she watched the lewd display beside her… perhaps a quick fuck session was in order to clear her mind and focus on your studies. 

“Hey Tiff?” Tasha asked with a cockily smile?

“Yes?” The feline moaned with her face buried in the pillow. 

“Come here!” 

Brett was quickly unceremoniously tossed to the side, knocked down behind the bed in the process and left with the dust bunnies and a condom wrapper for company to be ignored and forgotten until the next time the girls decided some house keeping was in order.  

END.

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Read The Label II SOTM Feb 2020

Follow up to last month's story where our couple deals with the aftermath of their transformation. 

Story: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/roushfan5

Artwork: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax

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Emotionally processing my sudden transformation from man to expecting mother was difficult, and I’m embarrassed to say I could have handled it better. I didn’t speak to Brandy for days afterwards, to busy feeling righteously angry and nursing my wounded pride. I was so steaming mad and felt betrayed, tricked, and cheated. I was furious at Lewd Brews for making the shoddy potion in the first place, Brandy for making me take it, and above all else myself for listening to her! God, I knew better than to have unprotected sex, but I’d done it anyway and now I was paying the price for my impulsiveness. 

Brandy wasn’t alone however. there where many people I couldn’t bring myself to speak to. Mortified at the thought of facing my coworkers looking like this I called out sick to work, hoping I fooled my boss after faking the best manly voice I could with my new feminine tones. With everyone else I communicated only through texts only, explaining I had a cold and my voice was too horse to talk. But that would only buy so much time, so on the fourth day I finally confronted her about what we where gonna do about my plight. 

For her part Brandy was at least sufficiently apologetic and sympathetic. During my days long pout session she had a few peace offerings, but for the most part left me alone until I finally approached her. Her solution was an appointment at something called the “Lewd Brews Magical Reversal Clinic”, which sounded silly to me. Besides weren’t these Lewd Brews people the same assholes that put me in this predicament in the first place?

“Do you know of any other place that deals with reversing undesired magical transformations?” Brandy asked me when I voiced my objections. 

I didn’t, so off to the Lewd Brews Magical Reversal Clinic were went. 

I was in for a surprise once we arrived however, the word magic had inspired thoughts of a small shack in the middle of the woods with a humpbacked old lady stirring a cauldron and chanting a strange spell. Instead Lewd Brews was a shockingly tall and handsome building right in downtown Vancouver. Inside on the 3rd floor the LBMRC was equally unexpected, although now that I thought about it I wasn’t entirely sure what I had been expecting. The Clinic looked just as adversities, a small doctor’s office even if it was nestled between a wall of magical potions and dildos. It made me long for a simpler time when I would have scoffed at a wall of so called elixirs as snake oil, but boy did I know better now! 

There where some subtle clues that the LBMRC was different than your typical doctor’s office however. The nurse that signed us in wore a sexy latex outfit instead of scrubs and the walls where covered in posters that carried medical advice, only on closer inspection instead of talking about vaccines, washing your hands, or even safe sex they discussed about what to do in the event of a potion overdose or how to identify a spoiled potion. 

Finally we where greeted by Dr. Oaks, who was perhaps a little closer to what I had been expecting. He looked presentable enough, with all the the trimmings of a doctor: such as a clean lab coat with his name embodied on it, a shiny stethoscope hanging around his neck, and a freshly shaven face. He led us to his office, a very clean and handsome room complete with a large window that included a lovely view of the river and Portland behind it, on the wall where fancy degrees from big name schools, and even had a picture of presumably his grandchildren based on his age. But he did have a bit of a hunch back going on and he walked with a produced limp. Despite the disgruntled edge to his appearance and mannerisms Dr. Oaks was very business like, while undoubtedly some would complain about his lack of bedside manner I appreciated this, although I was flabbergasted by the speed and confidence in which the good Doctor worked. I was used to taking days if not weeks to get my results from medical tests.

Within 15 minutes Dr. Oaks had drawn some of my blood, asked me a few simple questions while he waited for the results, and quickly confirmed Brandy’s suspicions, and my worst fear, that I was in fact pregnant. “Pregnancy interferes with the natural cycle of the potion, causing the change to become permeant without intervention.” 

“Permeant?” I asked in a weak voice, my heart falling in my chest. It felt like a sack of concrete was resting on my chest while Oaks confirmed all my worst fears. 

“The good news is this is easily reversible, I can administer you a Nox potion that will revert you back in as little as 12 hours.”

I sighed deeply, slumping back on my chair while Brandy gently shook my shoulder in support. I could feel that great weight lifting off my shoulders and I could have kissed the good Doctor for that news! 

“There is one potential problem, depending on how you feel.” The doctor said in a serious tone. “To reverse your transformation will mean terminating the baby, this is a sticking point for some couples.”

I looked at the Doctor with a look of horror and immediately felt awful. It was the first time since I transformed that I’d given anyone else but myself any thought and Id’ never considered what would happen to the kid… not just the kid, my kid. I felt awful to have been so self centered, of course my baby would die if I transformed back into a man with no womb to live in and I couldn’t possibly kill a child let alone my child just because I’d be otherwise inconvenienced. 

“By the look on your face I take it that’s not a satisfactory solution?” 

“Hardly.” I said in a hallow voice. 

“Understandable. Whatever your wishes I will do my upmost to assist you in fulfilling them.” Dr. Oaks settled back in his chair and looked at me thoughtfully. “Every day you remain a woman, and a pregnant woman at that with all the extra estrogen in your system, reduces the effectiveness of the Nox potion. There’s a chance that you can return to your old self after giving birth, or you may find yourself a much more feminine version of your old self. Some men discover that after a few weeks of being a woman they don’t want to change back. So while I’m not saying it’s now or never…”

I fell quiet and felt faced with an impossible decision. Keeping my baby, even if I seamlessly transformed back into my old male self nine months from now would be tough. I couldn’t just disappear for nine months! How would I explain to family, friends, and coworkers that I had suddenly became a woman with child? Yet… I also knew I could never look at myself in the mirror if I killed a defenseless little child in my… womb. God, I thought to myself as I subconsciously rubbed my belly, my womb… there’s a sentence I never thought I’d had to say!

I looked at Dr. Oaks and with a deep breath I told him. “I guess I’ll see you in nine months.” 

“Actually you don’t have to. Nox potions are available over the counter at the Potion Corner, you can pick one up now to have on hand or swing by after the baby is born. Before you leave however let me get you in touch with one of our Lewd Brews approved OBGYN. They will be much better equipped to deal with the particulars of your magical pregnancy.” 

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I’d always known that being a mother was hard work, but I’d never known how tough being pregnant was! I suppose on some level it should have been obvious, I was carrying around a lot more weight than I was used in some pretty strange places… not to with a lot less muscle than I used to have! Simple tasks got progressively harder, some feeling down right impossible my milky boobs and bulging belly always somehow in the way and weighing me down! 

Certainly pregnancy would have sucked enough if I was an experienced woman already, but I was still reeling a little bit from my still recent transformation from man to woman. Getting to work in the morning was no longer about throwing on a suit, by the time I did my hair and make up it seemed I was always running out the door late no matter how early I dragged my tired ass out of bed. The world seemed so much larger now that I was a woman, things that I would have done with ease before like reaching the top shelf where the toner was kept. Ugh, and on the subject of suits! Now my closet was full of thousands of dollars of worthless clothes, from some of my favorite t-shirts to high end suits all impossibly large in some areas and much to tight in others: especially my stomach and breasts started to grow in order to contain my rapid pregnancy. As such Brandy drug me out to go clothes shopping and as it turned out, one thing that hadn’t changed in my transformation, I still hated to go clothes shopping. In fact this was worse than ever since I would be able to wear the clothes for such a short amount of time before outgrowing and then never needing them again. I tried to keep things on the cheaper side but somehow Brandy always managed to talk me into an extra cute shirt and of course the pants that would go just great with that shirt.

The hardest part though was explaining things to all the people in my life. My coworkers all seemed to take it in stride, they where more concern about the going ons in their lives anyway. Most of my friends seemed pretty surprised, yet accepting. I was actually surprised how many of them had already head of Lewd Brews and a few even asked what taking the potion was like, interested in trying it for themselves. My family though, that was the toughest. My father refused to speak to me and my mother did her best to be supportive, but I could tell she was out of her depth. 

There where some nice things however. While I did meet my fair share of cat calling creeps or people that seemed to think it was ok to grab my belly because I was pregnant. But it really seemed that guys where much nicer and warmer to me now that I was a pretty lady. It didn’t matter much I couldn’t reach the toner, now that there was a whole office’s worth of men more than happy to grab it for me. Most surprising to me however was the way women reacted. Lots of people seem to get nervous when I approached them with my hold hulking tiger frame. On the other hand as a tigress a lot of women seemed a lot more comfortable around me. 

Even with those small positives I still found myself yearning to have my manhood back. I missed having a penis, not to mention my testicles and lord all mighty would I have given anything not to depend on the guys at the office, even if they where very nice about it. Yet about halfway through my second trimester I started noticing a mental change inside me. Besides the strange food cravings, I’d always thought peanut butter and pickles was a joke until I actually tried them for the first time! I started too, well… nest for lack of a better term. Each day I scrubbed every surface I could reach, even if it was already spotless. The junk drawer was finally cleaned out and organized and I started selling some of my old sports memorabilia on eBay.

“You really want to get rid of this?” A skeptical and surprised Brandy asked as she watched me taking pictures of my signed Brady jersey. 

“Well, we’ve got to make some room and money for when the baby comes…” I started to fret, but Brandy cut me off, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Look, we can always sell this stuff later if we truly need the money. I don’t think it’s a good idea to make any big, unreversible decisions while we’re already in such a emotional time. Who knows what you might regret selling with the clarity of hindsight.” 

To help put my mind at easy Brandy pointed to other small tasks that needed doing for the baby arrived. For instance baby proofing the apartment. Each socket needed covered, cabinets needed locking, and a nursery needed to be set up. I felt very overwhelmed by it all, truthfully I was was always woeful with home improvement projects but thankfully Brandy was by my side every step of the way. We went on a quick supply run to Home Depot and over the course of a weekend slowly chipped away at everything until the house was baby proofed.

“You know.” I said with a happy smile, running my hands up and down her torso as if I was looking for the muscular tiger that had knocked me up in the first place. “You’re gonna make an excellent father.”

“Why thank you, but I thought the plan was you where gonna be daddy?”

My cheeks blushed and I suddenly realized something in horror: I’d just wistfully wished for my girlfriend’s cock more than my own! Was Dr. Oak’s warning about not even wanting to change back by the end of my pregnancy coming to fruition? Where these new desires the product of the potion, or had I just uncovered some strange internal desire to be a housewife after all these years… and which of those two choices was better!?

“It’s OK, babe. This is a difficult time. I’ve found myself sometimes wondering what it’d be like if I took that potion again. I’ve always kinda wondered what it’d be like to fuck a pregnant girl.” 

The revelation struck me hard, but worse yet I took found myself wondering what that’d be like… to get railed while pregnant. Something about the smirk on Brandy’s face told me I might learn. “You have the potion don’t you?”

“Well, I did get your something for Valentine’s day! I was gonna wait for the day itself proper, but I’m just to excited!” She led me to the bedroom and reached up above the tall, freestanding wardrobe in the corner. I had to admit it was a pretty good hiding spot, impossible for me to reach especially with my pregnant form. From her hiding place Brandy produced the blue potion I was expecting, but something else as well. The tigress got down on one knee and looked up at me with a smile in her heart. 

“I’m not sure if it will be as husband and wife, wife and wife, or even hell husband and husband.”

“Well I promise you not husband and husband…” I said with a laugh, feeling tears welling up in my eye. “I like pussy too much for one of us not have one.” 

“Fair enough.” Brandy laughed in response. “In either case, I do know male or female I want to make a family with you and I hope you’ll have me as your partner.”

I looked at the potion bottle and noticed it was the permeant version. I showed Brandy the label with a cocked eyebrow. “What happened to making unreversible decisions?”

“When you know, you know.” 

I thought for a quick moment and popped the cork of the potion bottle, I handed it to Brandy in exchange for the ring. “I’d be happy to be your wife and start a family with you!” I placed the large diamond on my finger while she happily drank the bottle down and soon transformed back into the stud I’d been secretly yearning for for weeks now. It’d been a hell of an emotional rollercoaster to reach this spot but finally I felt happy. 

Brandy’s transformation continued much the same as it did last time, her muscles bulking out, her high increasing. Her breast slowly faded away while a cock grew from between her legs… only this time there was no bittersweet sadness in my heart. I was eager to have my man back, especially as his intoxicating scent filled the room. He stood up and leapt into his arms to be whisked away to happily ever after.

END

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Powered By Patreon 4: Shoplifters will be transformed

Theft, like any place of retail, is a problem for Lewd Brews. However, unlike most businesses Brittany has much more than RF tags or security cameras to protect her merchandise. All sorts of eldritch booby traps lie in wait for those that try and rip off the magical husky and her company. 

As a general rule Brittany doesn’t like punishing people that steal from her, she usually opts to try and help people solve the problems in their lives that led to theft in the first place. She’ll go as far to offer the would-be-thieves her magic apprehends jobs if they are willing to try and turn their lives around. Some people seem immune to her help, such as this unfortunate bull who was caught in one of Brittany’s magical traps.

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Tim stood as inconspicuously as possible among the small group of shoppers. The bovine had attempted to steal from Lewd Brews on three previous occasions and had failed each time. Every failed attempt had been humiliating, wounding his pride as a successful shoplifter. He’d also been threatened with dire yet vague repercussions, having been warned under no uncertain terms to never return to Lewd Brews. Yet he remained undeterred. Each ignominy from his previous attempts had made him increasingly angry and more determined to get one up on that condescending bitch husky and her jock asshole security guard. He had swiped everything from everywhere! Pregnancy tests from the Dollar Tree to diamond rings from Kay there was no way some dumb canine bimbo with an overdevloped rack or that jack shit for brains bull would stand in his way. Worst thing they could do at the end of the day was call the cops, and while spending the weekend in jail before he could post bail would put a damper on his excellent week it’d amount to little more than more billable hours for his attorney. He would need to be a little more careful than usual, as should any of the store’s employees recognize him they would raise the alarm and ruin his plans!

This is why he was dressed up in a disguise, specifically a dress and large bushy wig he’d selected to hide his horns. He felt silly dressed up as a cow, but so far the plan seemed to be working! He’d already seen several employees, but so far none had raised the alarm. Now he could wander through the aisles of Lewd Brews, trying to decide what to pilfer today, although it didn’t really didn’t matter what he stole, just as long as he managed to get anything out the doors without paying for it! Yet… Tim felt a shiver run down his spine as he passed by some mannequins, for some reason he felt like he was being watched. He looked around nervously but the harmless plastic figures were the closest thing he saw to another person. He shook his head and took a deep breath… he was just paranoid. Nervous to finally steal something from the store and move on to his next mark but he needed to calm down and take it slow. Panicking was the best way to get himself in trouble! He took another slow, methodical lap of the store before he finally decided what to steal: a sexy pair of women’s panties and matching bra.

Tim didn’t exactly have much use for flirty, frilly, girly undies, but it wasn’t about their value. It was about what they represented; showing his superiority both to the assholes that ran this shitty store and thought they were smarter than he was, not to mention his fellow shoplifters. So far not a sole in town had gotten away with stealing so much as a cup of soda from the restaurant downstairs, and the ironic thing about the success of the Lewd Brews’ security system is it had actually attracted a certain type of criminal. For the petty thief successfully shoplifting from Lewd Brews would be like being the first to scale Mount Everest.  So even though he didn’t want the lingerie they happened to be in a desolated corner of the shop, one where there were no customers, employees, or even so far as he could tell security cameras to tattle on him. Best of all they even just so happened to coincide with his chosen disguise! So without paying much attention to the outfit he was grabbing he swiped a random garment from the rack and as quickly as he could without drawing undue attention to himself headed towards the exit.

Already brimming with the excitement of victory he had to stop himself from running away with his prize and drawing any undue attention to himself. However, as he passed by the mannequins which were posed almost as if they were guarding the exit that led back downstairs, he felt a nervous and unexplained prickle down his neck again. He looked up at the faces of the manquines, and even though he’d past the plastic figures a few times since entering the store this was the first time he’d paid any attention to them up close and now he noticed something that made his blood run cold. The plastic faces had a lot more detail than any other mannequins he’d ever seen before. He could see wrinkles on their pursed lips and noticed each carried a distinctive features highly distinguishable from the others. Each wore a sultry yet bored look as they stared blankly forward, yet while their painted on eyes where expressionless and vacant they were shocking, and unnervingly, life like! A female mannequin in front drew his attention in particular: modeled after a short human with a pear shape her wavy brunette wig, pretty face, with just a slightly hooked nose was unmistakably Jessica’s! 

Jessica had been a friend of his from high school, the two had developed a close bond between over their shared love of shoplifting and had even stolen from a few local stores together until a few months ago when she’d disappeared without a trace. The last time he’d seen her she’d told him she was going to try to rob Lewd Brews again but… he shook his head, he was being silly…paranoid even. It wasn’t possible that pseudo figurine was actually his missing friend… it was simply a coincidence, the paranoia of the job, or perhaps a combination of the two, this place was really starting to get to him. He shook his head and tried to step away but he suddenly realized that not only had his feet gone numb but they refused to respond to his commands. A bright light shining on the mannequins suddenly swiveled around that felt impossibly hot against his skin. He tried to lift his arms, to protect himself from the blind light, but again his numb body remained unresponsive. It was like someone had severed his spinal cord from the neck down. 

[I]I told you not to come back![/i] A menacing voice whispered in his ears.

Tim continued to struggle, but a mystic force he couldn’t understand or fight against still had a hold of him. All he could do was stare up into the painfully bright light that had nearly blinded him. Suddenly he found himself falling towards the floor and unable to throw his arms out to break his fall all he could was menally brace himself for the pain, but even as his helpless body clattered to the floor he felt nothing, even as one of his arms broke loose from his torso and scattered across the floor. It was then he realized, in horror, how Jessica had gone missing all those months ago and what had just happened to himself. His legs, no longer flesh and bone but hollow and lifeless, had been unable to support his weight anymore leaving his empty plastic husk to lay helplessly on the floor. His skin had turned to a cool, smooth, plastic shell while his hands toes and fingers had fused together. His clothes had also transformed, turning into a lingerie set just like the one he’d attempted to steal. If he was forced to model whatever it was he’d stolen he was grateful he hadn’t attempted to steal one of the store’s more sinister looking products: such as the hyper realistic life sized horse cock dildo. That was small comfort to Tim because, just like Jesscia the store’s anti theft magic had caught him and in the blink of an eye had stolen his humanity transformed him into nothing more than a mannequin staring at the floor while his vacant smile and lifeless gaze. 

[i]Can’t say we didn’t warn you![/i] the menacing voice returned to his ear as the light swiveled back around to once again illuminate the display… it would be the last time anyone would ever speak to him as if he was a human.

Tim had no idea how much time had passed while he laid sprawled out on the dirty ground, it felt like hours but he had the sinking suspicion it’d been only moments. A few customer’s happened by, stepping over him without a care in the world. No idea the plastic figure was a real… well “living” might have been too much of a stretch. But a person, with a family! It may seem like a steep price for a pair of painties, but Brittany had given him every opportunity to turn his life around. 

“What is this doing here?” One of the store’s employees rounded the corner, finally arriving to pick him up off the floor. She picked up the would be thief, placing Tim on his stand and snapping his arm back into place, joining him with his fellow mannequins in the display without any realization she was handling a real living human. Despite his metamorphosis Tim was painfully aware what was happening to him. The woman moved him with ease, quickly and efficiently posing him in a cutesy and inviting stance. He was so light and helpless he wasn’t sure how to process what was happening to him, but it was deeply humiliating and dehumanizing.

 Finally the woman stepped back. “There.” She said with a satisfied smile on her face, before turning with another frown towards the garment that Tim had dropped to the ground. “Ugh.” She sighed. “Why do people gotta be such assholes?” The employee walked away with the garment hanging over her arm, the last trace that Tim had ever been more than a plastic figurine on a store shelf, left to sweat it out under the bright lights and wonder what the hell had happened.  

Powered By Patreon 3: Chocolate Tits! Part of a Complete Breakfast

 "Enjoying yourself?" Brittany asked with a happy smile, feeling quite pleased with herself.

"Uh, uh!" the feline eagerly licking the husky's massive chocolate covered tits. Her long pink tongue traveling in quick eager strokes, exploring the sugary curves of her lover with eagerness while her tail swayed back and forth. Her deep purple eyes looked into the canine's mismatched gaze, filled with love and admiration for her nine foot tall lover.  

Jessie had always wanted to incorporate food play into the bedroom, chocolate sauce in particular! (Boobs and chocolate! What wasn't there to like?) The only problem was, even though Brittany was usually quite happy to fulfill her mate's desires, the husky had no interest in letting chocolate anywhere near her body. Not only, thanks to her canine lineage, chocolate actually poisonous for Brittany but she shuddered at the thought of cleaning the sugary confection from her fur once Jessie had her fun.

Still, even though she felt more than justified for declining Jessie's requests, she did feel bad knowing how much food play interested her feline mate. Luckily this was the whole reason Brittany had started Lewd Brews in the first place: to bring people's sexual desires that ranged from the impractical to the impossible to life. So, utilizing the culinary skills of Nathan, Brittany endevored to make a chocolate sauce that was water soluble and with a low melting point (not to mention safe for canines!) in the hopes for an easy clean up. Jessie reported that the chocolate tasted ever so slightly off, but it didn't seem to hamper her enjoyment any as she happily licked the syrupy mess from her lover's large bust.

"Hope you're hungry girl!" Brittany teased as she watched Jessie lick the chocolate from her breasts. "Because you've got quite a lot to lick up there!"

Read The Label

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The whole thing had started as a dare between Brandy and I… at least that’s what she told me. There must had been quite a bit of alcohol involved because I had no ideas how my big fat mouth had gotten me into this mess… boy I really needed to stop drinking! However it stared Brandy and I where sitting in our bedroom, a pink and blue potion bottle sitting before me. I was to drink from the pink one and, supposedly, turn into a girl while Brandy was to drink from the blue one and turn into a boy. I was not terribly pleased about the situation, I liked being a guy and really had no desire to switch teams even temporarily. But I was also a man of my word. If I said I’d go through with it I needed to go through with it. 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out!” My girlfriend teased me while I stared in distaste at the two small potion bottles she’d bought off the internet. 

“I just am not sure I believe some bottle of mystery fluid you got online is going turn me into a girl or you into a man.” I said stubbornly. 

“Fine then, let me go first and prove the concept!” Brandy said calling my bluff. She grabbed the blue potion, popping the cork with ease and drinking down the potion in a single, big gulp. 

I watched closely, even thought I was dreading it I had to admit I was rather curious to see what was going to happen next. At first not a lot happened, at least nothing on the outside, but judging by the look on Brandy’s face something was happening on the inside and she could feel it. Her face wore a displeased grimace and she whimpered in discomfort as the potion worked at her insides. “Are you alright?” I asked with concern.

“Yes… don’t worry this is normal.” She smiled at me. “A body’s got a lot to go through to change sex you know.” 

“I’ve got to say you’re making this less and less appealing by the moment.” I said, as if I needed any other reasons to not like this plan. As a habit I try and stay away from pain. 

“Oh, you’ll be fine you big baby.” She smiled, even as she doubled over a little bit. Finally her facial expression cleared up, it seemed like the discomfort had more or less gone away. 

Both of us where naked, so it was easy to watch as my girlfriend transformed between my eyes and I have to say, as a straight guy, it was truly disturbing sight.. It all seemed happened at once, which made it really difficult to describe. Losing in size in girth in places only to gain it again in others loosing her feminine curves for a hard masculine edge. Brandy was getting taller, no doubt about that. She was usually an entire foot shorter than me, but in the last few moments she’d shot upwards until she was actually a inch or two taller than I was! It was amazing how different the power structure between us changed, even just having to look up that extra inch or so to make eye contact. Always the athlete as a girl that hadn’t changed when she was a guy, although her fit and trim body did quickly start to bulk up with muscle as testosterone filled her system, muscular bulges cropping up along her arms, legs, and torso trading in her feminine curves for the hard masculine edge of manhood. Losing her hourglass figure and instead being built like a tough, square brick.

The biggest change though was undoubtedly the lost of her breasts and the growth of… well it was tough to say, but not other way to put it, her cock! As a breast guy it was really heart breaking to see my girlfriend’s beautiful tits begin to recede before flattening into two ugly pecs stretched across her new broadened muscular chest. “Aw, it’s OK babe… they’ll be back!” Brandy teased me in her new much deeper voice. But my attention was drawn between her legs where a penis and testicles had dropped down from inside her, replacing that pussy I loved so much. They where small, for the moment, but quickly gaining in girth and size when, to my surprise and embarrassment, I realized that they where quickly outgrowing mine! But with that, and in less than a couple of minutes, the potion had done exactly as advertised and turned my sexy girlfriend into… a big ugly man! What the hell was the point of this? 

“Alright then,” Brandy repeated in her new husky voice. “You’re turn.”

I sighed deeply, not seeing any way to get out of this, not if I wanted to be a man of my very drunken word. “Fine.” I groaned, snatching the potion bottle from her paw and popping the cork of the pink elixir. “But I want it on the record that I do this under extreme duress. 

“Noted. Now stop stalling and take your medication.”  

With a deep breath I put the bottle to my lips and knocked it back. The first thing I notice was how it tasted just like pussy! Which might sound appetizing, after all I love eating pussy almost more than anything, but this was a textbook example of too much of a good thing! Finally though I managed to choke down the entire bottle and with disgust threw it to the side. “Happy?” I asked in annoyance. 

“Not yet! But I soon will be.” She exclaimed, her tail twitching with delight. 

The first thing I noticed was a strange feeling inside my body, and I understood why Brandy had made such a big deal out of it earlier. It didn’t feel painful pre say. More… deeply unsettling as my entire body started to restructure itself from the inside. My innards seeming to churn in protest as the potion set to work inside my body. Moments later, just as that feeling started to pass I could feel it moving towards the outside of my body. My entire world getting bigger as my frame got smaller. If I thought it was strange before having to look a few inches up at my girlfriend this was even more bizarre. I was pretty sure she had a solid 9 inches of height on me as I shrank lower and lower to fit my new feminine body. I looked down, large budding breasts already obstructing my view of what was happening to my lower half. I instinctively cupped my expanding breasts and was instantly shocked how sensitive they where, moaning as I my fingers brushed against my harden nipples. Surely women’s breasts didn’t feel like this all the time? How would they get anything done!

I glanced at the full length mirror on our closet door to watch the rest of the transformation, what was obscured by my budding breasts. My cock and balls had already shrank quite a bit, which was both startling and upsetting, and where continuing to do so until finally they had completely disappeared, leaving me as smooth as a ken doll between my legs. Thankfully that didn’t last for two long though, because the only thing worse than having a pussy between my legs was having nothing at all! My skin gently parted ways, allowing the folds of a pussy to come peaking through. With interest I let my hands drop from my new tits to start exploring my new wet slit waiting between my legs. I had to admit even brushing my new fingers against my brand new pussy lips felt rather good, but I wasn’t able to explore very deeply before Brandy swatted my hand away. 

“Bad girl!” She berated me. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself… don’t give me that look!” 

Shooting her a nasty look, but reluctantly taking my hands away from my new pussy.

“That’s better! Still… I can’t quite blame you from struggling to keep your hands off yourself. You make quite the sexy girl!”

The full gravity of my transformation hadn’t really hit me until I realized it was over. I stared at myself in the mirror, my mouth hanging open slightly in shock staring at my new full perky breasts and my round fat ass. I had to admit that on anyone else in the world my body would be absolutely banging. But I didn’t want to be a sexy girl, I wanted to fuck a hot girl. 

“Alright.” I said, squirming a little bit and feeling deeply uncomfortable with my strange girly voice. “You’ve had your fun and I now know what it’s like to be a woman… change me back!” 

“Oh sweetheart.” She laughed at me, making me feel even smaller and more helpless. “You haven’t experienced half of what being a woman is like!” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my blood pressure rising. “What the hell are you up to?”

“I mean…” She purred, spanking my ass and causing me to yelp. “I’ve got plans for my slutty little tiger… and judging by that look on your face you’re looking forward to it just as much as I am.”

I caught myself looking at my girlfriends cock… boy was that strange to say. It was quite bizarre watching a guy get aroused, her cock hardening as she gently stroke it before grabbing me by the shoulder and forcing me to my knees. “Hey- wait!” I protested, but it did no good. I felt my new breasts bounce slightly as my knees hit the floor and my open mouth did nothing to stop Brandy. If anything she took advantage of my parted lips to shoved her cock deep in to my throat. 

“What the fuck!?” I spluttered, although I’m sure it didn’t sound very dignified around the cock in my mouth.

“Go on… be a good girl.” She cooed. “And suck your Master’s cock.” 

For a couple of minutes I protested, sitting there with her cock in my mouth. Not by choice mind you, but her large and powerful hand kept me from backing off of it. I had no choice, the best thing to do was try and get her off as soon as possible so I could get on with my life! 

“Good girl!” Brandy praised as I started to gently bob my head, doing my best job to suck her off, emulating all the things I liked when she blew me. I did all the steps, swirling my long and flexible tongue around the head of her cock, traveling up and down the shaft while I bobbed my head up and down dragging my new, thicker, girlie lips across the hard veiny surface of her dick. It was disgusting and degrading and I hated every moment of it. The good news? Brandy seemed to be enjoying it.

“That’s it… suck that cock!” Brandy groaned, gripping the back of my head tighter and tighter. I could tell she was really getting into it now… as she should! Her cock was absolutely jammed in the back of my throat and my chin buried into her balls. This was a proper fucking deep throat if I’d ever seen one before. Oddly I found myself getting rather proud of the fact I was such an expert at oral sex with a man, considering I’d never done it before. That creeping, embarrassing realization was probably the worst part of the whole thing! Brandy, clearly close to cumming, stepped it up a gear. She started thrusting her cock into my mouth: fucking it like it was a pussy. All I had to do was just sit there, because my girlfriend was happy to to do all the work. Of course just sitting there was actually quite a lot to ask considering how much my eyes where watering while I was forced to choke down her huge shaft. 

Finally, with a small roar of delight, Brandy came. I hoped that the upshot of deep throating her cock meant not having to taste her load, but I was very much mistaken. I practically wrenched as the disgusting, awful taste of cum hit my throat. I had to admit a little bit of sympathy for girls if all cum tasted like this! I didn’t even have the words to describe how awful it tasted, but even worse was the smell as I was soon to find out. For Brandy pulled her new cock out of my mouth with prefect timing, making sure I got a nice shot of cum all across my face. My first blowjob and facial in the same day… and hopefully last. 

“There!” I coughed and spluttered, struggling to my feet with the intention of going to the bathroom to wash my face off. “You got to face fuck me, now are you happy?” 

“For the moment.” She sighed with contentment causing me to tense up. ‘For the moment’ was turning into quite the tigger for me, a sign that something fucked up was about to happen. “But don’t go too far with that sweet ass of yours. You’re going to have that body for the whole weekend, and I plan to make full use of it!”

I felt myself growing faint of the idea of spending and entire weekend as Brandy’s fuck toy. I thought about leaving, but where would I go? There where no clothes in the house that would fit me and I certainly had no place I could stay looking like this! With a deep sigh and that recent yet familiar feeling of being totally stuck I sighed and headed towards the bathroom. At the very least I could wash this cum off my face!

. . .

Just as I feared the rest of the weekend had turned out into a very long affair and, true to her word, Brandy took great delight out of exploring our new bodies. I did have to admit that getting fucked int he pussy wasn’t so bad. That at least felt good! The ass was an even more painful and awkward experience than getting fucked in my throat, I knew that would the last time I ever asked a girl to let me fuck her in the ass. Although it did feel a little better once Brand finally started using enough lube. 

By Sunday night as we where crawling into bed I was very grateful that by the time I woke up the next morning I should have returned to my normal old self. Although I was a little worried about getting woken up in the middle of the night if my transformation back to a guy turned out as bad to my transformation into a woman. My fears where unfounded however, as I slept like a baby all night long… only in the morning I found out why: I was still a chick!

“BRANDY!” I shouted, looking down at my tits with shock, anger, and above all fear. “Why am I still a chick!” I looked over at my sleeping girlfriend, who had tuned back to her normal self which made me even anger. “BRANDY GET UP AND FIGURE THIS OUT!?”

“What are you yelling about?” Brandy asked, slowly stirring/ She yawned and stretched, thrusting her breasts out as she did so and reminding me, even with the seriousness of the situation, how much I’d missed having a partner with tits. 

“What do you mean ‘what are you telling about’?” I ask with scathing sarcasm. “Take one look at me and tell me what you thing I’m yelling about!?” 

“Huh.” She said after a couple of minutes studying me. “That’s never happened before. 

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” I asked, starting to seethe with rage. I was starting to feel like she wasn’t taking this very seriously.

“Hey!” She said throwing her hands up defensively. “I just use the stuff, I’m not an expert! Let me read the directions…” 

Brandy, still a little groggy, stumbled over to the trash can where the two potion bottles where still resting. She brought the bottle back to the bed and them fumbled with her glasses for a couple of moments. 

“I’ve got to go to work!” I whimpered. “Please hurry.”

“Hold on…” she muttered, reading the potion bottle now that her glasses where on. But she didn’t get very far before I saw her face go pale. 

“What?” I asked disgruntled.

“Uh… I think you might be pregnant.”

The room filled with silence as I tried to process what she just said. “What…” I asked in a hushed voice dreading whatever was going to come out of her mouth next. I had a feeling whatever she read meant I’d be like this for a very long time… I just hoped it wasn’t forever. For the second time in less than 12 hours however reality proved to be even worse than I could have ever imagined. 

“Warning: EX-Y causes full sex transformation and unprotected sex may lead to pregnancy. Please use caution when using EX-Y as pregnancy will lead to a permeant transformation.”

Brandy shot me a nervous and apologetic look while I tried to process what she just told me. “What did you do to me!?” I exclaimed in fear. 

The End

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Jessie's Christmas Surprise (SotM Dec 2019)

Jessie’s Christmas Surprise!

Story and Characters © www.furaffinity.net/user/Roushfan5 Artwork by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax 

There is no easier prey than a creature of habit. Habits make you predictable, easy to track, vulnerable and it was that vulnerability that Jessie planned to take advantage of.

The petite feline slowly opened the door to Brittany’s office, peaking around the corner. Sure enough the husky was curled up on the sofa under a mound of blankets, taking her typical afternoon nap. Music was playing softly, but otherwise the room was quiet. With a mischievous smile Jessie let the door swing the rest of the way open and casually waltzed inside. She easily side stepped the magical traps that Brittany had set up without any concern for waking up her mate, a notoriously heavy sleeper. In fact Jessie wasn’t sure there was anything she could do to wake the husky up, even if she wanted to! 

Natalie, who was dutifully following in Jessie’s footsteps, was much less confident. She tiptoed as quietly as possible across Brittany’s office while her heart raced; certain that the slumbering husky would wake at any moment. “Are you sure about this, Jessie?” She whispered nervously.

“Of course I’m sure!” Jessie laughed confidently, not even bothering to whisper. She even dropped her heavy bag of gear at her feet with an almost defiant thunk against the ground. “Brittany will be enjoying herself by the end of the night… and if not I’ll blame it all on you!”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Now stop yakking and help me! Grab her feet…”

THREE WEEKS EALIER: 

Brittany stood at interior window of her office, looking out over the cube farm drinking her coffee with a slight scowl on her face. She was watching Jessie and Natalie hang up Christmas decorations in the Lewd Brews offices and that filled her with dread for the upcoming Lewd Brews holiday party. The husky sighed deeply: Thanksgiving dinner was still digesting inside them and all those two could think about was Christmas!

Unlike many adults, who Brittany heard complain about Christmas losing more and more magic the older they got, she actually did love the holiday season: especially now that she was a mom. Sure there was a lot more responsibility on her shoulders, but Brittany loved sharing in the excitement of the holiday season. Some of her favorite Christmastime memories and traditions happened with her family. Such as the whole family helping Daddy make Christmas cookies. Little Ryan loved to help decorate the house, he was especially helpful setting up the Christmas train, a model train set that worked it’s way all through the house. Complete with ceramic houses to make small villages. Brittany was very impressed by his creativity and patience while putting it together. She even enjoyed playing present cop, guarding the bounty under the tree from the always inquisitive Riley. This weekend in particular Brittany was looking forward to taking the family up to the Grifford Pinchot Forest to pick out the family Christmas tree, a good excuse to get a little mud on her Tacoma’s tires that weekend! 

Nothing was prefect though, and for everything that Brittany enjoyed about the season there was one Christmastime responsibility that brought up the husky’s hackles. The Annual Lewd Brews’ Holiday Party.

At one point Brittany had actually enjoyed the party, years ago when the young company had been based out of an old run down warehouse on Fruit Valley Road, down by the Lay’s factory. Back then the holiday party was just grabbing some drinks and dinner at a local pub, the Friday before Christmas: the last day of work before Brittany and Jessie dismissed their small handful of employees for the holiday break. Now the LBHP had grown into something much longer, where hundreds of employees and thousands of customers would fill the halls at Lewd Brews to celebrate the season. Now the party made Brittany wonder if the company was starting to grow into something larger than she could handle. Lewd Brews was getting so crowded these days it was sometimes a struggle for the introverted husky to make her morning commute… down a single flight of stairs and through a short hallway to her office/lab just below her bedroom.

Brittany didn’t really like dealing with other people, most annoyed her frankly and it didn’t take much of a crowd to make Brittany feel deeply uncomfortable and slightly claustrophobic. Just listening to all the keyboards going, phones ringing, and general bustle of the bullpen outside her office door was enough to make her want to tear her hair out… and now Jessie was going to want her to attend a party with three times the hubbub. How the hell was she going to get out of this?

“There’s my little Grinch!” Jessie, as if sensing Brittany’s sullen demeanor from out on the main floor sang, bursting though her office door with overwhelming good cheer. 

“Are you sure we need to do the holiday party this year?” Brittany asked, still brooding and starring vacantly out the window. 

“Yes! Why on earth wouldn’t we? Not only is it great for PR but it’s our most profitable night of the entire year.” 

“Hmph… do I have to go?” 

“Yes! You’re half the reason everyone wants to go… I could practically run ads for it. See the reclusive magical husky when she emerges from her lair this night only! We could even turn it into a sort of Groundhogs day thing. If the introverted witch sees her shadow two more weeks of discounts?”

“Har har, very funny… I thought we agreed you’d handle all the public relations crap?” 

A few years ago when just getting Lewd Brews off the ground Brittany and Jessie had come to an agreement, the husky would handle all the “back of house” business and the feline would cover all the front of house stuff. The agreement had worked well for many years, both girls working their strengths, but times where changing. “We did, and I do. But I hate to break it to you: you’re something of a celebrity around this town. The Steve Jobs of dildos, the Elon Musk of smut… the people want to see your face from time to time.”

Brittany sighed deeply, she wanted to argue but deep down she had a feeling that Jessie was right. After all there was a reason Brittany had put her in charge of public relations… but the husky was quite stubborn and Brittany was determined that she wasn’t going to the party. Which was how Jessie ended up sneaking into Brittany’s office armed with a bag of kinky goodies.

. . .

As instructed Natalie grabbed the husky’s feet while Jessie tugged the heavy blankets from atop her mate. Brittany stirred and grumbled in her sleep as the blankets where removed, but thankfully she did not wake! First Jessie wanted to get the hoof boots on Brittany, figuring that if she did wake up while the two girls where trying to dress her up the restrictive fetish wear would make her much easier to subdue. It took all their strength and a lot of careful finagling to get the boots on Brittany without waking her! But at long last the husky’s hooves where on. Colored green to fit with the Christmas theme the boots and gloves where made with a heavy latex. Stiff braces would keep Brittany’s knees bent at a 90 degree angle, forcing her to crawl on all fours while her hands where balled up into useless fists inside the gloves that would clop nosily against the ground as she moved. 

Frankly even Jessie was a little surprised and greatly relieved they didn’t manage to wake Brittany up as they struggled to get the tight latex boots and gloves over her paws. Once they where locked in place though things where only going to get harder! Jessie pulled out a leather harness. It was green, to match the boots they’d just affixed to her feet, snd covered with little golden bells that would chime merrily to fit the festive spirit of the costume but would make putting the heavy garment on the sleeping husky extra difficult… somehow though Jessie and Natalie managed to get the harness most of the way on before Brittany finally started to stir. 

“What in the fuck!?” Brittany yelled, struggling against her bondage mere moments before Jessie placed the bit in her mouth. 

“We didn’t want you to be late for the party!” Jessie explained, making sure the bit was well in place.

“Waut purty?” Brittany asked, mumbling around her gag and falling off the couch as she continued to uselessly struggled against her bondage. 

“Well it’s a good thing we dressed you up if you’ve managed to forget about the Lewd Brews Christmas party!” Jessie teased. 

Natalie watched the felines eyes twinkle with delight, it was a familiar look but she was used to seeing it directed at her and it cause a pang of jealousy to rise in Natalie’s chest. She knew it was kind of stupid, Jessie and Brittany had been mates for years before she’d even met the feline… but all the same it was hard to watch.

“Now I have to get ready for the party.” Jessie said, ignoring the string of muffled profanity coming from the husky’s gagged mouth. “But my elf here will make sure you’re taken care of in my absence.”

“Natalie?”

“Hi Brittany!” Natalie giggled, petting the top of her bosses’ head… just when she thought she’d gotten used to the strangeness of Lewd Brews she was now petting the head of her boss like a feral puppy!

Angered by the intrusion, blinded by the blindfold covering her eyes, and hobbled by the hoof boots and gloves a fixed to her Brittany started moving unsteadily on her new hoof boots. They clopped against the floor awkwardly as Brittany, still waking up from sleep, awkwardly moved on them. She cursed some more after blindly wandering into her desk, bouncing her head against the heavy wood and causing Natalie to rush forward to grab her by the harness. “Easy girl, don’t hurt yourself now!” Before managing to dodge a couple of angry hoof kicks from the husky turned reindeer.

Thankfully Jessie wasn’t gone very long, even though she showed up very different. The fit and trim feline had drank a weight gain potion, giving herself a large belly and taller frame much more befitting old Saint Nick. She also dawned a special Santa suit and, as an added bonus Nathan crawled at her side wearing a very similar outfit to Brittany’s: although he wasn’t blindfolded and unlike his mate looked much more aroused than angered, dutifully following Jessie as she walked through the office door. 

“I think your reindeer is going to need some breaking in Santa!” Natalie said with a giggle. “She’s a feisty one!” 

“Luckily I expected that.” Jessie laughed before getting down on a knee to stroke Brittany’s back to try and calm her. “I was worried you where going to try and sneak away from the party somehow and while I was brainstorming on how to prevent that wouldn’t you know it but my little elf here came up with a great idea!”

“Hey!” Natalie protested, as the idea had very much been Jessie’s and she wanted as little to do with it as possible. 

“Like I said all Natalie’s idea!” Jessie repeated, shooting the brown canine a flirty teasing grin that caused her cheeks to glow red and for the dog girl to fall silent. “But I’ve decided I want you to enjoy the party tonight so I brought you a little obedience potion! 

Brittany snarled the best she could with the bit still in her mouth, protesting uselessly as Jessie popped the cork on the bottle. There wasn’t much Brittany could do however, as the potion needed to merely splash against her tongue in order to take effect.  

“Good girl.” Jessie said, soothing the bound up canine as her face started to soften and her tail started to wag cheerfully. “Now let’s get you and Rudolph ready for your big debut!

A few hours later the party was about to start, Nathan was hooked up to the front of the sleigh to guide his blindfolded mate through the crowd. Brittany, still blinded, was right behind him pulling Santa Jessie and Natalie the elf in a big red sleigh that was loaded down with all sorts of goodies for the good guys and gals of Lewd Brews.

“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!” Jessie cried as her two faithful reindeer pulled the sleigh out into the throng of party goers.

Brittany, despite the obedience potion was absolutely mortified, feeling the great throng of humanity around her while she pulled Santa’s sleigh. Yet… Jessie had been right. Exactly how a such an introverted girl had gotten an exhibition fetish Brittany would never know. But being paraded out in front of the party as Jessie’s reindeer was making her uncomfortably aroused. Especially since everyone could see her naked pussy… which had an unfortunate feedback loop as that humiliation turned her on even more. Round and round they traveled, Jessie handing out gifts and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas until finally the sleigh had been emptied and Jessie, wishing everyone a good night lead Nathan and Brittany back to the store room. 

“Good girl!” She whispered in Brittany’s ear while removing the husky’s harness from the sleigh. “You did great!” 

“Thank you Jessie.” Brittany said meekly as the her mate removed the bit from her mouth.

“Would you like the join the party?” Jessie said with pleading eyes. “Or would you like to go back upstairs now that you’ve made your appearance.

“Oh, what the hell… I guess I can make another brief appearance.” Brittany sighed, not sure if it was Jessie’s kitty cat eyes, the thrill of what had just happened, or the obedience potion still coursing through her veins. Once Nathan was freed the three furs walked towards the door back out to the lobby, Brittany and Nathan wearing nothing but their harnesses and Jessie still in her elf suit. But, right before Brittany made her entrance she got down on her knee and pulled the two mischievous girls in close. “Don’t you two think that, just because I enjoyed myself, you two won’t have to pay for this.”

Natalie looked worried, but Jessie looked intrigued. “Fair enough.” The grey furred feline said with a laugh before Santa led her elf led the two reindeer back out on stage to receive a roaring ovation from the crowd. 

END.

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-Roush

Growing Affliction (SotM Nov 19)

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Nathan rushed down stairs towards Brittany’s office, it was times like this he was so glad their apartment was just a floor above Lewd Brews. “Excuse me!” He barked, literally hurtling over one of Brittany’s human employees, who stared up in amazement at the rumbling giant leaped over them. The husky was responding to a concerning text his mate had sent him, and there was so much that could go wrong when Brittany was experimenting with potions in her lab it was easy for his mind to run through all the worst case scenarios of magic gone wrong, particularly with all the weirdness going on lately. 

He reached the tall, strong door that guarded Brittany’s office and resisted the temptation to burst in, remembering all to well the last time he’d accidentally ran afoul of Brittany’s anti theft devices! “Brittany?” He called through the door, knocking on it nervously. “You called?

“Come on in Nathan!” 

Nathan paused at the airy voice that came through the door, it was instantly recognizable as Brittany’s heavy, booming voice. But it carried an extra airy quality that caused him to do a double take. Brittany was always so… serious sounding when she spoke, particularly when at work! Worried about what he was going to find Nathan pushed the door to Brittany’s lab open slowly and to his relief a normal Brittany was sitting in her office chair… expect. 

“Brittany!” Nathan exclaimed, hurriedly shutting the door to Brittany’s office in an attempt to preserve her modesty. 

“Hey stud.” She moaned, squirming in her chair as she caught a whiff of Nathan’s scent. “I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Uh… yeah, I can see that.” Nathan said, his tail twitching with interest, his hefty cock stirring in his boxers. Although concern for her well being was first and foremost in his mind. “Brittany… are you alright? What the hell happened?”

“What do you mean silly!” Brittany giggled in a way most unlike her. 

Already quite the curvaceous lady, the busty husky was even fuller figured that usual. Brittany’s breasts had become nearly twice their size and Nathan wondered if her extra wide, rounded hips would be stuck in her office chair. Her long wavy red hair had been replaced by long flowing blonde locks and her lips had become full and colored pink completing her bimbo look. Perhaps most notably she was furiously masturbating. One hand groping her teat passionately, almost like she was trying to milk herself. Meanwhile her other paw rested on her mound, fingers stirring her honey pot while her pussy practically dripped with lustful desire. 

“Uh, Brittany, are have you been experimenting with bimbo bomb?” Nathan asked curiously, trying to fight his building arousal. 

“Guh, NO!” The husky rolled her eyes, before moaning soulfully. If Nathan didn’t know any better he would have thought Brittany was in heat, but while the room was filled with the intoxicating oder of Brittany’s arousal it lacked the certain punch to the gut a girl in heat usually carried. “I’m just happy to see you that’s all.” Brittany smiled broadly and stopped playing with herself to stand up, allowing Nathan an even better look at his naked mate. 

“Uh… that’s good?” Nathan said, still nervous and confused but also notably aroused at his mate’s current condition. He tried to ignore that arousal, it felt bad to even think about having sex with Brittany while she was under the effects of some kind of magic. He thought about going to the emergency closet where Brittany kept a generic cure all potion that counter acted all of Brittany’s potions and most known types of magic, but what happened next made his resolve crumble. 

“Please Master?” Brittany cooed in her most need, seductive voice. She leaned forward, resting her mammoth tits on her desk, hiking her ass high in the air and wagging it back and forth oh so tantalizingly. “Please fuck me! I need your big thick cock oh so bad?”

How could Nathan possibly say no to that!

. . .

Unbelievably the whole thing had started with an unusually bad case of constipation, although Nathan hadn’t quite figured that out yet. 

Brittany was not a pharmacist by trade, and actively made a point of staying out of the medical industry. “Too much red tape, too much responsibility.” She would always answer when asked. Even without really trying though Brittany had developed a couple cures totally by accident. Small things like headache cures, to even a potential drug to cure cancer that was currently being tested by Johnson & Johnson currently. Brittany had made quite the fortune by selling research to big pharma on the side, although she sometimes wondered if they where more interested keeping her out of the market place. 

Because of this Nathan often turned to his mate before anyone else about what ailed him. She’d developed a perfect muscle relaxer for him, great when his back was acting up after a long day at work and even managed to cure his motion sickness so he could travel on long car rides. 

“Yah… I think I’ve got something that might help with that.” Brittany mused in her lab when her boyfriend had approached her with his problem. She headed to her secondary storage room, which stored failed experiments that had still yielded interesting results. They where products that she intended to investigate more some day, but rarely got around to. She walked through the dusty shelves, rummaging through a few disorganized boxes, before she finally seemed to have found what she was looking for. 

MASCULINIZATION POTION RECIPE 6 MARK III A faded label on the outside of the dusty bottle said. 

“Brittany,” Nathan said quizzically, he always got nervous around old potions like this. “Why are you giving me a masculinization potion?”

“Oh relax, ya big goof!” Brittany said, bumping against Nathan’s hip as she walked back through a thick cloud of steam, over to her brewing station. “Three years ago I was testing new variants of the HEMAN potion. I a new ingredient I discovered in certain strains of soy funnily enough. Well anyway, its turned out that the potions didn’t do anything but give the test subjects a horrible case of the runs. So if you take a half dose of it, say less than a teaspoon, hopefully it will clear you right up!”

Nathan was still a little skeptical, but he trusted Brittany (and truth be told was getting a little desperate) so he followed her instructions. Luckily, as promised, the potion cleared his problem right up and neither husky thought very much about it. But, while he couldn’t figure out exactly why, nor did he spend a whole lot of time trying to figure it out, Nathan did notice some strange changes in his wife over the next couple of days. 

. . .

Nathan first noticed something strange the same night he’d taken the potion. He was getting read for bed when the husky looked up to spy his mate standing in the bedroom door wearing her sexy green nightie. It was Brittany’s very favorite piece of lingerie, and she only wore it when she was feeling exceptionally sexy and very needy. Nathan didn’t see her wear the green nightie very often, as Brittany’s sex drive could lay dormant for days sometimes even weeks at a time between heats. Nathan didn’t mind these long dry spells because not only did he have his other mate, Jessie, to keep him well stated but Brittany libdo was something of a sleeping giant; and when it did kick off she could blow his mind! Besides, snapping a collar around her neck and a few well chosen words whispered in her ear was usually enough to melt Brittany into a puddle of girl goo anyway.

“Whoa.” Nathan said with a smile, already feeling his arousal building just from spotting his mate in her green nightie. The lacy nightgown, with it’s plunging neckline, sheer fabrics, and tight fit certainly showed off a lot of his sexy mate, but seeing the nightie had something of a pavlovian response on Nathan: for he’d never, not one time, seen Brittany wearing it with getting laid soon after. 

“There’s my man!” Brittany purred, almost cat like, her hips rhythmically rocking too and froth as she seductively sashayed her way. She practically tackled Nathan on the bed, dragging him under the covers, clinging to him while caressing his muscular torso. It wasn’t unusual for Brittany, always quite the cuddle hound, to snuggle up to Nathan like this in the evenings. But this was a step beyond even the clingy canine’s normal, something different about it. 

“Is everything alright sweetie?” Nathan asked with a teasing smile, inwardly wondering if he’d somehow missed the start of Brittany’s heat while she continued to paw at him needfully, going as far as dry humping him under the covers. Nathan did his best to hid his growing erection and mounting arousal. He so enjoyed teasing Brittany when she got like this, drag it out of her, make her admit how horny she was and beg to get fucked. 

“Oh… nothing…” she whimpered, squirming a bit in Nathan’s arms. “I’m just… super fucking horny tonight!” running one of her paws down from Nathan’s pecs through the center of his abs, starting just shy of the hem of his boxers.

“I could tell… pretty sure people downstairs can smell you!” Nathan teased, although there was some truth to his words. The smell of Brittany’s arousal hung heavy in the room.

“Nathan!” She protested, wearing a sheepish smile. “That’s not very nice!”

“I’m sorry.” Nathan said, gently playing with her long red hair liked he like to do.

“Well, if you’re truly sorry you’ll just have to make it up to me by fucking me!” 

  Nathan opened his mouth, but said nothing. He wanted to tease Brittany some more, perhaps even make her beg before having sex with her. His horny, sexy wife however was just too convincing and it didn’t matter much anyway for Brittany was tired of waiting. 

“Ooh!” She exclaimed, peeling back his boxers to expose his throbbing shaft inside. “Looks like I’ve already got you nice and worked up!”

“Huh yeah…” Nathan stammered as Brittany ran on of her fingers up and down his turgid member. Her soft fur feeling so good across his bear, highly sensitive flesh. “I guess you do!”

There wasn’t much more talking from Brittany, although she did manage to say plenty, staring up at Nathan with a soulful and lustful expression while she worshiped his cock and balls. 

Finally, when Nathan knew he couldn’t take any more Brittany started to take long licks of his twitching shaft. “Go ahead baby.” She whispered in her most erotic sounding voice. “I want you to cum! Jizz all over my face, mark me as your slut.”

In the moment Nathan thought nothing of it, Brittany loved her dirty talk and he was slightly too preoccupied with doing exactly as she asked to give it much thought anyway. But looking back on it he found it slightly unusual, much more aggressive than he was used to from Brittany. 

. . .

The next morning Nathan realized the night before was not an isolated incident, he woke up the next morning to Brittany giving him yet another blowjob. “Oh good, you’re awake.” She giggled in a very unBrittany like way. 

“Brittany… are your tits bigger?” Nathan asked, staring hard at the two magnificent fleshy orbs that hung from Brittany’s chest. 

“OMG!” She exclaimed in a way that totally took Nathan by surprise. “I think they totally are! Thanks for noticing!”

Nathan was about to stop Brittany, the whole dumb girl thing quite the turn off in his opinion, but before he could say anything his the redheaded husky (although lookin at her in the morning light… had that golden almost blonde glisten always been there?) lowered her muzzle down on his cock and gave him one of the best blow jobs he’d ever received, and it seemed to get better with every bob of Brittany’s head! The reason became readily apparent, because not only did her breasts seem slightly larger than they had a moment ago but Brittany’s lips looked like a bee had stung them. 

“Hmm. I’ve gotten you nice and hard Daddy!”

“Daddy!?” Nathan exclaimed in shock. Brittany had always hated girls calling their boyfriends daddy. 

“Huh, uh. I think that deserves a reward… don’t you think so daddy?” She asked in an girlish sounding voice, and suddenly Nathan understood why the term “daddy” bothered her so much… or at least why it used to brother her? Nathan was very confused and starting to get a little concerned truth be told. Before he could figure out what magical aliment was affecting Brittany his reptile brain took over, seeing the lustful look come over her face. 

“I suppose it does… what sort of reward where you thinking of?”

“I was hoping you’d fuck me in the butt!” She giggled, seemingly in delight over the thought of Nathan fucking her rear.

Of all the things Brittany could have said in that moment, that was probably the most shocking. He’d brought up the idea of anal once or twice, years ago (Brittany’s reaction had made sure he never brought it up again.) Nathan wasn’t a huge fan of anal pre say, but he always thought a little butt fun could be a fun way to break up the routine of sex couples sometimes fall into. He couldn’t deny being very excited over the proposition of taking Brittany’s back door for the first time!

“Are you sure?” He asked nervously, Brittany thankfully wasn’t the kind to trick her boyfriend into doing the wrong thing (thankfully) but she had been so defiant the last time the topic of anal had been brought up…

It turned out that Nathan wasn’t a big fan of giving anal. Not only shit dick is a real phenomenon, as he quickly found out in disgust! It really didn’t feel any better than vaginal sex. Besides, he was so nervous and careful while fucking Brittany in the butt, it was so much more relaxing to insert himself into her pussy which, besides being intended for the purpose, provided it’s own lube. 

It also turned out that having a girl become addicted to your cock is not nearly as sexy as a man might think! Death by snu snu, it turned out, was no fucking joke! It wasn’t just the weakness of the flesh that was giving Nathan trouble though, Brittany was starting to act out right scary. He’d heard the term “cum junkie” before, but he never thought he’d witness it first hand. The desperation to Brittany as she inhaled his scent, which seemed to bring her tumbling further down the rabbit hole. The slightly wild look in her eyes that would only go away once Nathan came somewhere on or in her reminded him of dealing with the strung out panhandlers when he went to the 7/11 down the block: not exactly a very evocative look. 

Meanwhile the physical changes to Brittany’s body continued, thick blonde hair and fat dick sucking lips that seemed to be permanently dyed pink somehow, at least Nathan assumed so, since his mate didn’t even have any lipstick to make them pink otherwise. Her belly slimmed out as well, further accentuating her hour glass figure. But these changes where tiny compared to the massive swelling of her tits and ass. At first Nathan was quite alright with these changes, as there was apart of his brain that always thought a girl’s curves could be a little bigger. Yet at Brittany’s ass and tits doubled in size even this started to concern Nathan a little bit. It seemed every time his curvaceous mate walked through a doorway she had a little less clearance between her extra wide butt and the door frame. It was already starting to become a small wonder she could could even stand monster ass and titanic titties!! How long would it be, if the growth continued, before she was actually stuck inside a room?

In desperation Nathan tried giving her the special cure all potion Brittany had developed. It reversed every potion in the Lewd Brew’s stock and most known magic. Much to his frustration and concern however the potion, even after giving her several doses, nearly emptying the bottle, Brittany’s condition had yet to improve. But… 

No matter how exhausted or worried he was though Nathan crossed the room, driven by basic instinct and his mate’s needy pleas. Brittany was still bent over the desk, her bushy tail wagging happily, her eyes twinkling with fervent lust and puppy love for her Master. Nathan grabbed her by the back of the head with one hand and fished his cock out with the other.

“Oooo! Gimme gimme!” Brittany cried out, spotting Nathan’s cock ands lunging forward the best she could to take it into her mouth.

“Easy girl.” Nathan moaned, feeling her thick wet lips and long, talented tongue against his slightly sore cock. He gently petted her head and let the horny husky do her thing. 

. . .

A few hours of fucking later and Nathan was still trying to satisfy the insatiable husky that was his mate. Even with some nagging thoughts in the back of his mind, Nathan had to admit he was enjoying himself. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Nathan looked up nervously: embarrassed over the thought of someone coming in. Then, much to his horror, the door knob actually started to turn; someone was coming in!

“Don’t come in!” He called out in a panic. 

“Oh for Christ sake. For one, everyone knows what you’re doing in here. Secondly it’s nothing I haven’t seen a million times before!” A very irritable Jessie said, the grey furred feline closing the door behind her. “What in the hell happened while I was gone… and… holy shit.” 

“Oh no.” Nathan’s blood ran cold, for he saw a disconcerting yet familiar look come across Jessie’s face. The exact same look he’d seen plastered on Brittany’s face the last couple of days. The tiny feline was already enough of a sex kitten without whatever magic had corrupted Brittany, and with is hands (and cock!) Already full? What was he going to do with two hyper bimbos on his hands?

Then a sudden thought crossed his mind… he’d been trying to treat Brittany, but for Jessie to also have been so suddenly afflicted by whatever was causing this… could be the origin of the magic? He abandoned Brittany, coldly yet critically ignoring her needful, pleading whimpers. He crossed the room quickly, Brittany crawling after him as fast as her huge boobs would allow, to where the cure all potion was sitting. He hurriedly drank the potion down, hoping like it would work and uncertain what to do if it failed. With Jessie also afflicted with whatever was happening he was his last and only hope! 

He brought the bottle down from his lips and surveyed the room and was disappointed to see that the potion hadn’t fixed either Brittany or Jessie yet, but Nathan was struck by yet further inspiration. He walked over to the industrial hood, something that would have been fitting in Breaking Bad, and turned on the switch drawing large amounts of hormone ridden air from the room. The fresh air seemed to do the trick because within a few moments he could see Jessie coming back around. 

“Sharp thinking…” She mumbled, holding her head as if it was paining her. “Based on the that smell somehow your musk got enchanted.”

“I guess Brittany’s MASCULINIZATION POTION RECIPE 6 MARK III just needed time to age or something?” Nathan mused thoughtfully. “Sure seemed to work like a charm in this case.” He looked down at Brittany, who was still on all fours. There was a vacant look on her face, still over coming the affect of Nathan’s musk, swaying unsteadily on her paws.

“Well… I think Brittany and I are going to have some fun while before she returns totally to normal. Want to join us?” 

“No thanks.” Nathan said with a deep sigh. “I think I’ve had my fill of sex for a little while. 

END

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SotM May 2019: Pregnancy Mishap

Pregnancy Mishap

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May’s Story of the Month Requested By: Drive555 who wanted to see Brittany and Jessie in hyper heat/hyper pregnancy. 

A quick note that Patreon Stories are not cannon, neither Brittany nor Jessie have a hyper litter of pups with Nathan.

See the attached PDF to read the story! (If PDF doesn't work as a format for anyone please let me know)

Farmer's Daughter (PBP #2)

When Zach started his summer job his boss told him he had two rules at the farm: work hard and stay away from his daughter Claire. Unfortunately for the old steer his daughter took an immediate liking to the stallion and was having none of it. The young bovine was impressed by her equine lover's resistance at first, but an 18 year old boy can only take so much and soon he had her bent over the fence behind the old barn: hopefully well out of ear shot of her old man as she loudly mooed for more. 

Of course Claire's large cum belly will make hiding their relationship from her father... interesting to say the least!

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April's Powered By Patreon was cum inflation. 

Brittany's Tentacle Adventure (Cum inflation)

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Tia's Comeuppance - SotM April 2019

Tia’s Comeuppance

Story and Characters: www.furaffinity.net/user/Roushfan5

Art: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/xchiseaxmargaritax

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April’s story of the month was requested by: me! I decided since it’s my birth month and all I’d pick the theme of this months story. Next month usual service will continue.

This story contains: public humiliation, weight gain, and perhaps most disgusting of all high school!

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“Oh… yuck!” I groaned loudly in disgust as I pulled three purple envelopes out of the trash, our names and addresses written in gold Sharpie across all three. “Brittany!” I yelled across the house, shaking coffee grounds off of my invitation. “Why are the invites to our high school reunion in the trash?” 

Silence. 

“Brittany!” I shouted again, irritation growing. “I know you can hear me!” 

“Because I’m not going?” My mate finally responded.

“Ugh.” I tossed my head back in frustration. Oh that dog of mine! 

With my fists clenched I marched towards the living room to find Brittany, or rather a husky shaped pile of blankets on the sofa, watching Better Call Saul on the TV. “Why don’t you want to go?” I asked, trying to contain my annoyance to a manageable level. I loved Brittany to bits and pieces and knew she was a homebody, but to be honest her laidback lifestyle was a strain on our relationship at times. I’m hardly a party animal, but there is more to life than watching Netflix!

“Why are you surprised?” Brittany said with a shrug, or at least I assumed it was a shrug. She was still covered to head to toe by her blanket pile. “Actually, why do you want to go? Come to think of it, that’s the better question!” 

“To see old friends. Reconnect with people you haven’t seen for ten years!” I responded with exasperation. 

“Jessie, we live in the goddamned future!” Brittany said, her brown nose poking out from under her blanket pile. Anyone I care to talk to I can anytime I want. I don’t have to get dressed, eat shitty food, and make small talk with people I don’t like to meet up with the five people I actually liked from high school… two of whom I live with!” 

“How do you know you don’t like these people?” Jessie asked with a sigh. “It’s been ten years, who knows how they have changed?”

“Unless they’ve picked up about 75 IQ points, I’m still not interested. You go if you want, but I’m staying here!” Brittany said, her nose disappearing under the blanket as if that was that.

. . .

In the end Nathan, knowing how important this was to me, had managed to talk Brittany into going. So a supremely grumpy Brittany, an unenthusiastic yet agreeable Nathan, and myself looking flawless as usual, who walked through the double doors that led our old school gymnasium.

I was chipper, fond memories of prep rallies and school dances filling my head. Brittany meanwhile groaned, I had a suspicion she was reliving the same memories: just with much less joy. My nose twitched with delight as the lingering smell of sweat mingled with the hardwood floor’s lacquer finish met my nose: reminding me of days gone by. I thought about being a cheerleader at Brittany’s basketball games or that time Philbrook had streaked in the middle of our PE class.

“My God.” Brittany said in a disgusted voice. I turned my neck and saw her looking up at the banners hanging off the celling. “Their most recent basketball championship 2011? They certainly gone to shit since we left.”

“Don’t worry. In just a couple of years I’m sure Riley will sort it all out for them.” Nathan said, squeezing Brittany’s shoulder. He lead Brittany across the gymnasium towards the refreshments on the far side. I followed in their wake, allowing the two much larger furs to cut a path for me. Being nine foot tall and built like a bull had it’s advantages I supposed. 

I must admit, things started off a little awkward. It appeared the years had done little to dull Brittany’s fierce reputation among her high school peers. Many people cast sideways glances as Brittany, some judgmental, some fearful, some angry. I chucked to myself at some of the more comical reactions. Kent Simmons’s face turned white, who Brittany had slapped silly after he’d drunkenly groped her at a party Freshman year. Word was the former football player still bored the scars of his inebriated mistake under his beard. There was Kate Hamlet: a notorious chatter box that no teacher had sufficient authority to shut up. She’d been on of Brittany’s first victims of her magic, although none could prove it, when she used a silencing spell during a math test. 

But of all the glaring sideways glances none carried more contempt for my husky mate than Tia Williams. 

During her high school years Brittany had collected a small handful of rivals: her looks, massive curvy stature, hybrid status, or athletic prowess gave many of her classmates reason to fear and hate her. Most of her “rivals” where actually quite harmless whom where easily out smarted or out muscled. Tia on the other hand? Well… you’d call her tenacious if you feeling charitable. I call her too dumb to know when to quit! Either way the Irish Setter seemed always ready to go another round with Brittany. Perhaps they had just made natural enemies: star basketball players known for their athleticism, who shared a crush on the same guy (Nathan), and just over all polar opposites. Case in point: Tia was currently dressed in an expensive dress, which frankly looked a little out of place for the venue in my opinion, which Brittany was underdressed in a t-shirt and jeans. 

Whatever the case Tia was one of the few people I’ve ever met to actually get the best of Brittany, mostly out of dumb luck to be honest: a broken clock is correct twice a day after all. Most of it was small stuff, one on one games on the basketball court. A few foot races. Trash talking in the lunch room. But after nipping at each others heels four four years however Things between the two finally erupted on the last day of classes, senior year when Brittany had caught Tia sneaking sugar in the gas tank of Brittany’s Bronco. I’m pretty confident Tia would have gotten murdered, literally murdered no exaggeration, had Nathan not stepped in between the two. 

Brittany and Tia shared a nasty glare but Nathan smartly kept walking, his mate pinned safely under his arm and guided Brittany towards and empty corner of the gym to allow things to settle down. I, meanwhile, went to go find old high school friends. 

Thankfully for every person that didn’t like Brittany there where at least two that where very fond of her! Despite what Brittany may think, she’d actually been rather popular in her high school days: many people fond her smart, funny, and above all beautiful. She didn’t view herself as too good for the “uncool” kids which had made her a sort of refuge for lonely kids looking for a friend. Before long many people started coming up to Brittany, telling her how much they admired her company, or how much fun it had been watching her to play sports in high school. Some told a few funny stories from back in the day, such as the time Brittany got an in school suspension for telling the wildly unpopular gym teacher to “Go fuck himself and stop staring at her tits.” But above all else where the many people that came up to Brittany to tell her that she and her potions had changed their lives. In particular was a trans woman, known as “Trey” in high school, who’d broken down into tears while telling Brittany how much better life had become since she’d transitioned magically into a ciswoman.

I watched the affair out of the corner of my eye while chatting up some of my old friends. Brittany, always the introvert (despite her size and fearsome reputation) hated crowds and particularly loathed being the center of attention. She clearly felt quite uncomfortable as person after person approached to thank her for all she done. Not even Brittany was immune to flattery! Soon the husky started smiling, laughing along with the crowd, getting quite chummy with a few of them! It was nice to see as was, in Brittany’s words, the “face” of Lewd Brews and the key to it’s success: handling the various photo ops, interviews, company parties… all the social obligations a company has and Brittany had no interest in. Hiding in her lab though meant Brittany rarely heard all the kind, uplifting things that people had to say about her products, her company. It was nice to watch Brittany get out of her lab and reap some of the fruits of her labor, not to mention get out of her Lewd Fortress of Solitude. 

Things where going well, and I was happy as could be when suddenly. “Stupid bitch!” I grumbled under my breath. My friends all looked at my curiously, before following my line of sight and murmuring between themselves.Few had witnessed the fight between Brittany and Tia but it was the stuff of legends among the graduating class of 2011 and my entire group of friends where quite eager to see a rematch. It was funny, I supposed as everyone stood on their toes sensing blood in the water, that no matter of civilized or education one is they can’t seem to shake those primal urges: man or fur. 

Tia was quite clearly intoxicated as she stumbled across the gym towards Brittany. I’d heard the rumors of her breast implants before tonight, but the mumblings I’d heard hadn’t done them justice. Massive, plastic looking things that looked most awkward and ungraceful, particularly in the way that Tia had them bursting from her to small dress. Clearly she’d wanted them to be the center of attention and it had worked, but certainly not in the way she’d been intending. I could see the smirk on Brittany’s face from across the room, her insult was clearly already locked and loaded.

I watched from afar, as there was little I’d be able to do! Hopefully Nathan would be able to keep them apart if it came to that. More and more people had started to notice Tia approaching Brittany and the gym grew quieter and quieter as the two furs drew closer. Only Tia didn’t seem to speak to Brittany at all, not from I could see at least. Instead she focused her attention on Nathan! 

The poor husky looked rather bewildered and embarrassed as the drunk canine attempted to flirt with him right in front of his girlfriend. She pressed her large bust against his broad chest nuzzling him affectionally. It seemed she whispered something in his ear before Nathan could respond at all Brittany snapped out of her shock at the boldness of what Tia had just done. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders and ripped her away from her mate, tossing her across the room with all her strength. Tia went flying and both girls barred their teeth at one another as people started getting between the two to keep them separated. 

“He didn’t want you in high school you cheap tramp, what makes you think some bolted on tits make him want you now?” Brittany shouted so loud I could clearly hear her across the gym. Now everyone was looking towards Brittany and Tia. However Brittany did the adult thing and sat back down, a little closer to Nathan than before, but otherwise acting as if nothing had happened. Tia, meanwhile, was dragged away by her friends as she shouted some unintelligible drunken slurs at Brittany. 

Brittany whispered something in Nathan’s ear, and he nodded in affirmation. The two Furs stood up in unison and I watched Brittany exchange contact information with the people still gathered around her. I sighed deep in relief, thinking the worst was over and everything had worked out fine in the end. What I didn’t notice at the time was the mischievous look on Brittany’s face as she innocently made her way over towards Tia, who was now talking to some of her friends in center court. Yet again the gym grew quiet, Tia’s friends looking especially nervous as the two massive husky’s descended on oblivious Setter. But as Brittany walked by she didn’t raise a finger against Tia. Instead she pulled out a flask of blue liquid and tossed it at the canine. The blue potion arched perfectly through the air and lined right on her backside. 

Tia jumped in surprise, feeling the liquid splashing against her fur. She wheeled around to face Brittany, her face twisted up in anger. “What the fuck!?” The Setter screamed. “You spilled your nasty drink all over my prefect fur? You jealous bitch!”

“Sorry about that!” Brittany said with a giggle and wave before quickly taking off with Nathan and exiting the gym in a rush.

An annoyed Tia tried to scrub the potion out of her fur, but the sticky substance clung to her long fur and she quickly gave up with a huff before returning to her conversation with her friends. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but whatever the topic of conversation I was confident it had something to do with Tia, particularly in the way she gestured towards her breasts: still trying to draw attention to them. But none was looking at Tia’s boobs, it seemed the whole gym had watched Brittany splash the potion against the canine’s backside and where now watching the big blue stain, wondering what was about to happen.  

We didn’t have long to wait.

Tia started to blow up like a balloon, starting with her ass which made sense I suppose. That was where the potion had landed after all. At first the growth was so slow I wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually happening or I was just imagining it but sure enough it was swelling outwards: wider and fuller stretching her already tight dress to it’s limits. Personally I saw it as an improvement, who doesn’t like a nice full ass? But I knew Tia would be mortified when she realized it. For the time being though the hapless, clueless canine continued chatting away: seemingly without a car in the world even as the growth moved to other places on her body.

For a moment I thought Brittany had simply splashed Tia with a Humpable Rump potion, which surprised me. It seemed a little boring and insufficient punishment for the Irish Setter. Personally I would have like to have seen Brittany use the “Puffer Up” potion: an air expansion potion that would have her floating Aunt Marge style. A prefect punishment for someone filled with so much hot air all the time. But that’s when I saw her belly begin to bloat outwards. Not with the round, taut air inflation I’d been hoping for, but the pudgy inflation of fat packing onto her bulging belly. It filled out her skimpy red dress, threatening to turn outfit into something even more scandalous as it rode up her legs, threading to expose her new expanded ass. Her arms and legs didn’t pack on the pounds like her butt, but they where certainly flabbier then they had been a little bit ago.

The sounds of protesting fabric filled the room as the dress finally began to tear, patches of brown fur starting to poke out from the dress. Tia still obvious while everyone stared at her until finally even she took notice as the last of the fabric tore away and let Tia standing exposed in her bra and stretched out panties. 

“What the fuck?” She cried in shock, looking down at her new bloated, ruined figure. Hot tears of embarrassment began to flow down her cheeks as people started laughing, although her friends hurried to throw a table cloth over her trying to help. Personally I thought it made her look even more ridiculous: but I certainly wasn’t getting involved! 

“Brittany that fucking bitch!” Tia suddenly cried, her drunken brain finally having gotten to the bottom of the easiest “who done it” mystery on the planet. She tore from the gym, or waddled as fast as she could more accurately the sides of her still growing ass and swelling belly rubbing against the side of the double wide doors. 

I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked on in utter pride in my mate. I wasn’t sure how many potions she’d come to the reunion armed with but she’d certainly picked the prefect one. With a huge flabby ass and massive Budda belly yet her large plastic breasts left unchanged Tia, somehow, looked even more ridiculous as she suddenly burst into tears and ran from the gym. Part of me felt bad for not feeling bad for the humiliated, tubby canine but really it was her that had picked the fight. Brittany had just finished it!

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A few hours later I left the reunion to go find Brittany and Nathan. They where exactly where I thought I’d find them, the back seat of Brittany’s Bronco in a secluded corner of the church parking lot, just like they had done in high school. They where even naked, the scent of recent sex assaulting my nostrils as I opened the passenger door and crawled into the cab. It was quite a climb to get inside Brittany’s supersized truck. 

“And you said high school reunions weren’t any fun!” I teased, looking over passenger seat at my two mates, cuddling under an old blanket. 

“Well….” Brittany said reluctantly. “I’ll admit I had fun if you admit Tia hasn’t changed a bit.” 

“That’s fair I suppose.” I laughed. “On the topic of people never changing Jessica Clark wants me to inform you you’ve been banned from all future reunions.”

“Eh, no big deal.” Brittany said with a disinterested shrug. “We’ll just have our own reunion at Lewd Brews. All the cool people will want to go to that one anyway!”

End

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Brittany's First Fetish Part II

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Nathan and I whirled around to face the grey furred fury that stood in the doorway to our bedroom. Our mate, Jessie, stood there: her white fists balled up in frustration as glared at us, her violet eyes sparking with rage

My heart started racing as I grinned at her, nervously, and flashed back to the time Jessie’s parents are walked in on us having sex. I’m pretty sure her mom, who’d always frowned on our relationship, had struck a very similar pose. Nathan, meanwhile, had simply frozen in fear. He starred at Jessie slightly slack jawed, speechless.

“Er, hi Jessie.” I squeaked with a nervous laugh.

“Seriously!” Jessie asked, torn between amusement and annoyance. “Seriously?” 

“Seriously what?” I asked, feigning innocence, but I had a pretty good idea what had Jessie so riled.

My little feline always wanted to go: the what, where, or how didn’t matter. If it was a day trip to the beach, a hike through the Gorge, or a threesome with Nathan Jessie was always after more and for the last year ever since our little Ménage à trois with Nathan had started she’d been trying to get me more involved in the bedroom. But pleading innocences however didn’t help my case, as a matter of fact Jessie seemed even more outraged.

“You’re giving your very first blow job and didn’t wait for me to witness it?” She spluttered in indignation. “How rude! You always invite your girlfriend to your first blowjob!”

Looking from the outside in it was probably pretty comical watching us, as massive nine foot tall huskies, kowtowing to the tiny feline no matter how outraged she was. But all we did was sit there, silently, and allowed Jessie to get it out of her system strutting around the room like an angry chicken as she removed her clothes one article at a time before standing before us naked and ready for action.

“You, get on the bed.” She said, pointing to me sternly.

I followed instructions obediently, laying on my back and wondering what Jessie had planned. Should I warn her about the potion that Nathan had taken a few moments ago? I’d dosed him to inflate someone of my stature, could Jessie handle all that cum? But the idea of a surprise cum inflation was getting me rather hot under the collar, and Jessie was always the one that wanted to spice things up in the bedroom.

Jessie clambered on top of me, turning around to face Nathan who still seemed rather shell shocked by the whole thing. “It’s my turn to ride the stick big boy.” She instructed authoritatively.

“Uh Jessie…” Nathan said meekly. “Brittany gave me a potion…”

But Jessie cut him off suddenly. “Less talking and more fucking!” She demanded with a cocky grin.

Nathan looked to me for guidance and I shrugged with a smile. He’d tried to warn her! What happened next was up to Jessie.

So Nathan did what he was told and began having sex with Jessie. Carefully lining up his cock with her wet slit he slowly pushed forward into the pussy’s tight vagina. It might not look it, given the sheer size difference between the two, but Jessie had no problem taking Nathan’s massive girth. His turgid member, already aching for release after my inexperienced but enthusiastic blowjob, slid easily between her pink folds causing her to purr with delight.

“Yessssss.” She hissed in pure pleasure, that’s the stuff. She leaned forward and started kissing me passionately and giving my bottom lip a careful, teasing bite with her sharp teeth. One of her tiny paws was clenched tightly against my collar, which frankly wasn’t much of a restraint giving the massive disparity of size and strength between the two of us: but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t really fucking hot! Her other hand groped my tit as tight as she could, it probably would have hurt if we were closer matched in size.

Nathan, meanwhile, was enjoying himself just as much as we where. His long pink tongue rolling out from his mouth as he happily panted in excitement. While Nathan had never He’d started slow at first, letting Jessie get re-accustomed to his large manhood. Of course that was mostly for Nathan, the big sweetheart, then for Jessie who quickly started begging for more.

“Harder!” She gasped, while she gently rocked back and forth on top of me. “Deeper!” She added, as if an afterthought.

Nathan happily obliged and began thrusting faster and harder than before, pile driving his massive phallus into her needy wet slit. I’d seen her belly distend before, shifting to make room for Nathan’s thick dick and curiously placed my hand against her flat stomach. Sure enough I could feel Nathan’s cock head pressing against her tight stomach, it was kinda strange yet exhilarating to feel her skin flexing to make room for our mate. I shivered from head to toe and my scalp seemed to tingle strangely as I tenderly rubbed Nathan’s penis through Jessie’s stomach. Hey, even I was getting in on the fun!

I find that time travels strangely during sex: when it’s awkward time simply drags painfully on. When it’s good though time flies by! And while it didn’t feel like Nathan and Jessie had been fucking on top of me for very long I wasn’t completely sure. One thing that was unmistakable though, as Nathan’s trademarked O face I was so very familiar with singled, Nathan was climaxing. His tongue flopped in a very undignified yet strangely sexy manner as Nathan lost all sense of control, a “cum dumb” look plastered across his black and white muzzle while his cock pumping Jessie full of his seed and filling it’s biological purpose. 

“Yes! Cum inside me!” Jessie gasped.

For a long time Jessie’s fascination with cum baffled me. It was the big reason I had been scared of giving Nathan blowjobs all this time, and the prospect of a cleaning up one of Nathan’s “creampie” (as Jessie always called it) had turned off of sex a couple of times. So why exactly I wanted to be stuffed with so much cum I began to physically inflate was beyond me, but I was immeasurably turned on as I watch Nathan begin to cum. 

It happened slowly at first, a few spurts that were perhaps only slightly thicker and more voluminous than usual, and neither Jessie or Nathan noticed at first. Then the torrent came. Like a firehouse cum flowed from Nathan’s cock, painting the inside of Jessie’s pink walls white. Her body wasn’t able to take it all, and it ran down Nathan’s shaft and dripping his his big furry balls. Fat drops of cum fell onto the bed between Nathan’s legs, and it was only now that I realized a tarp would have been a good idea. Luckily most of the cum seemed to be staying inside Jessie.

“What the fuck?” Jessie suddenly exclaimed, like Nathan she’d been lost to pleasure and her brain hadn’t been able to process what had been happening to her until her stomach looked several months pregnant. I couldn’t help but giggle and Jessie looked down at me angrily. 

“Brittany!” she demanded, her belly growing past pregnant looking. It now looked as if my grey lover was laying across a furry bean bag chair as Nathan gripping tightly against her hips continued to come. “What the fuck his happening?” 

“It’s worked!” Was all I could say.

“What’s worked?” Jessie was starting to sound concerned now, and probably for good reason as her belly had grown much larger than I’d ever expected. 

I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could get any words out Nathan took it upon himself to pull out of one his mates and insert himself in the other, me! Nathan painted the underside of my belly and my thighs white as his cock continued cumming all over Jessie and myself as he made the transition. That was surprising enough! But feeling his heavy cock slowly slide between my pussy lips and up between my soft brown folds was more than I was prepared for. I was so worked up and Nathan felt so good inside me I came before I could even realize it! I could feel my sex instinctively squeezing Nathan’s cock, milking it for even more of his cum as I too began to inflate from Nathan’s heavy load. 

I’d spent many hours fantasizing about being cum inflated and wondering what it would be like but my imagination had never quite captured how pleasure it would be. Visually it looked painful, as my gut outgrew even Jessie’s massive cum bloated midsection, but it felt amazing! The best way I can describe it is the feeling one gets after eating too much, my stomach feeling round and full as it’s great expanse of white fur continued to grow and dominating my field of vision. But that doesn’t quite capture the warmth I felt, the strange connection I had with Nathan in that moment of cum stuffed bliss. 

After what felt like a long time I finally came to to my senses. I was pretty sure that Nathan was done cumming, he’d certainly came way more than I’d been expecting and still seemed oblivious to what had just happened. He continued to pant heavily, the same cum dumb look on his face while he still gripped against Jessie while gathering his bearings. 

“It’s my cum inflation potion!” I gasped to a still shocked Jessie, who looked at our cum inflated bodies in wonderment. 

“Wow.” She finally said, shaking her head before looking at me with a impressed grin. “I guess all that talk about you expanding your sexual horizons really hit home with you!” 

END.

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