Shapeshifting anthologies II - Xmas Special (Monthly tale - 56)

-Femme equal Reindeer bull: Santa's helper

(Woman into reindeer - TG)

In the Toro Mall’s parking lot, on a cloudy December night with snow slowly falling, two elf girls were working hard and freezing their asses off.

Part of the parking lot had been repurposed as part of a seasonal scheme thought up by the local city managers. They had invested heavily in the idea of creating Santa’s town at the mall for the winter in the hopes it would increase sales.

Only time would know if their plan would work or not, most likely it would be no, but they had spared no expense. Decorations, actors, extra staff, a small theme park area for the children, a professional Santa Claus was hired who had come all the way from Finland and, of course, there was a petting zoo with live reindeers and sled rides.

That last attraction was what occupied a big chunk of the parking lot on that cold night after the mall had long since closed. It was an ample fenced space which had been planned to accommodate the reindeers.

The reindeers were now resting and the pair of elves were very envious of them.

Ruth and Taegan were shovelling snow and hay while the beasts paid them no attention.

Ruth was dark skinned, with dreadlocks and glasses, she was tall, thin, nerdy and softly spoken, her bosses could always count on her to do any task and that’s why she often ended up in scenarios such as shovelling snow after the attraction had closed all for no extra pay. Taegan’s skin was pale, she was a goth looking chick, busty, with tattoos here and there, black makeup, short dark hair, ears heavily pierced. Not being used to biting her own tongue, it was some sort of Christmas miracle that she had managed to get a job as a pretend elf at all.

The pair of young women were wearing the usual attire you would expect from Santa’s helpers: Jingling shoes, striped tights, silly green dresses, with red and white in the details, hats with many bells, and of course, fake pointy ears. They were also wearing their coats over the outfits, but it was doing little to stop the cold from reddening their noses and cheeks, which certainly made them seem more like happy North Pole elves, even if they weren’t at all happy about their ordeal.

In a sudden outburst of anger Taegan tossed her shovel to the floor and screamed out loud, her groan echoing past the limits of the parking lot.

“Enough!” she stomped a couple of times. “This! Fucking! Sucks!”

Ruth stopped shovelling and gave her disgruntled companion a glance.

“That’s not going to help us finish, Tae,” she said with a tone of reprehension.

“I don’t care! I can’t feel either my damn face or my damn ass!”

“It is easy to mistake one for the other…”

“You are such a damn bitch, if you want to freeze to death go ahead, but why do you always have to drag me along in your boot-licking?!”

Ruth grew noticeably redder

“I don’t lick any boots…“ she mumbled, scratching the snow with the tip of the shovel. “Boss asked for help…”

“And you have to be the mark that volunteers? You need to get a spine, Ruth, or people are gonna keep smacking you down for the rest of your life! Geez, let’s just leave already!”

“We can’t…!”

“Ruth, it’s colder than hell, everybody else has already left and I’m tired of having to spend all day dodging Santa’s ass grabbing attempts! I’m going home!”

In their enclosure the reindeer began to show some dull interest in the ruckus caused by the heated discussion of the working elves.

Ruth shook her head.

“They will fire you…”

Taegan crossed her arms, smirking.

“Only if you snitch on me. Are you gonna be a good girl and tell the boss I’m a naughty elf or are you gonna grow a pair of balls for once in your life? Because either way I’m leaving!”

“Y-You can’t leave me alone…” Ruth mumbled.

“I can and I’m going to, if you wanna stay then good for you, but I’m not-!”

The argument was interrupted when one of the reindeers caught the attention of the women with a loud howl. With perfect comedic timing the beast raised it’s tail and began to pee.

Steaming urine melted a patch of snow.

Both Taegan and Ruth noticed that the reindeer was female.

Ruth chuckled.

“Look, arguing isn’t going to do us any good, let’s just finish our work and go eat something warm, my treat, okay? Tae?“

Taegan didn’t answer, Ruth noticed her coworker was standing still and stiff, paler than usual, fists clenched hard, intensely staring at the reindeer.

“Tae…?”

Ruth waved a hand in front of Taegan’s face.

Taegan grunted, gritted her teeth, snorted deeply.

“I’m…” the goth gulped. “I’m gonna fffffffffffuck that reindeer…” she groaned.

Ruth frowned.

“W-What…?”

Taegan removed her coat, dropped it to the ground and took a step forward.

“I’m gonnnna fuu-uck…!” her heart was beating like a drum, her nostrils widened with each snort. “I’m gonna fuck that reindee… with my COCK!”

The worry in Ruth’s eyes was obvious even in the cold darkness of the night.

“Ta-Tae, what are you AHHHHH!” The abrupt and gruesome sound of snapping bones made her recoil, screaming with both hands held in front of her mouth.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”

Taegan howled as the changes were unleashed upon her flesh, several of the reindeers answered her howl as if it was a mating call. The fake elf ears fell when the real reindeer ones flopped and furred against the sides of her head. Reindeer antlers sprouted on top of her skull, her silly hat was pierced by the sharp and pointy tip of one of the antlers as they grew taller in bone than any human crown. Muscles expanded, putting the fabric of her Santa's helper’s dress under duress.

“What the heck is wrong with you?!” Ruth cried.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCK!” Groaning and moaning Taegan raised the skirt of her dress, showing off her tights covered crotch. “COOOOCK! DIIICK!”

Ruth hit the fence of the enclosure, her mouth dropped open as she saw it happen.

“It that be can’t be…!” she babbled incoherently.

A bulge began to form in Taegan’s crotch, swelling inside the thin fabric. First the doubled roundedness of a pair of balls in a manly, weighty ballsack. Following that the tights was stretched upwards as the wide phallus of a bestial penis was built from Taegan’s mutating and denied womahood.

“Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuthggg! RUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOTH!”

Taegan’s voice distorted and brutish as she stumbled in the direction of her coworker. The more she grew the more her dress began to rip, from the back, and the hips. She aided the process by tearing open the chest of the dress, revealing her breasts surrounded by a coat of grey-brown fur.

Ruth shook her head in terror as the reindeer creature approached.

“Don’t get any closer!” she begged.

“ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUT!”

With that bellow Taegan’s skull pushed forward, reshaping her face into a muzzle.

Her dark hair fell away, her big boobs deflated as her chest barrelled. She put both hands on top of the fence, leaving a sobbing shocked Ruth cornered between the fence and her pulsating penis. Ruth used to be taller than Taegan, but now she was dwarfed beneath her companion's mutating shadow.

Her stretching neck deepened Tae’s guttural voice, hooves replaced hands and feet, she hit the fence with her large antlers. Under her mass Ruth squeaked, staring mesmerised at the distinct silhouette of a penis trapped in the fabric of the elvish tights, the cock had a piercing in it’s tip, which suggested Taegan’s pussy had been pierced like her ears before it became a phallus. It continued to get longer, its tip soaking the fabric with precum before reaching Ruth’s face and being pressed against the woman’s left cheek.

Ruth babbled something intelligible that sounded like “...gentle, pliz…”

The male beast bellowed.

“RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOT! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!”

“Tae…!”

“Roooooooooooht! Openghhhgggg! UUUUUUUUUUUUHG! Openng encluusher or muuuuu will FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Somehow Ruth understood the gibberish mixed in with the loud howls. A million thoughts crossed her mind at once, but Taegan’s managed to stick in her mind standing out from all of them. Trembling Ruth slid away from the cock, crawled out between the hooved legs and rushed towards the enclosure’s gates.

Taegan dropped to all fours once her coworker was away, she bellowed even more, grunting and howling without any hint of words, finishing her metamorphosis. She jumped and kicked with horny frustration, ripping off her work clothes, her fully grown dick finally broke free from the cloth, her hardon steamy hot in the cold of the night. Every trace of the female human she had been was lost in the fur of the male reindeer he was meant to be from now on.

Ruth managed to open the gates, she looked back just in time to dodge the big howling shadow that trotted by her side, charging into the enclosure. The male reindeer quickly found a willing female in the herd, perhaps the one that had triggered his inescapable downfall. He was by far the largest among them and leaped effortlessly on top of his mate’s back, penetrating the leathery cunt with his very, very needy cock.

The female leant her upper body down as she was pleasantly drilled by the new male. The two antlered breasts howled with lust and fucked without a thought.

The soft snow was still slowly falling, landing on the reindeer’s back.

Outside the enclosure Ruth was sitting in the snow, unable to blink or look away from the pair of mating reindeers. The furry ears of the male one were heavily pierced, a patch of dyed pitch black hair between his antlers, mismatched with the rest of his fur.

Taegan’s discarded coat and dress-made-rags were nearby, on the ground.

“Tae is a reindeer…” Ruth whispered, she stuck her tongue out and licked the cum staining her face, it was salty. “A male reindeer…” her pussy was chewing the xmas panties she was wearing that matched her Santa’s helper outfit.

-Cadillac's eve

(Woman into vehicle)

The night was relentlessly cold.

On the outskirts of the city two womanly figures moved, covered from head to toe in winter clothes, they crossed the dark streets of the abandoned industrial area. They stopped at the back door of a rather dilapidated building with raw concrete walls.

The tallest of the two women, Lola, began to fiddle with the door, it was hard to open while wearing gloves. The second woman, Maureen, watched closely, hugging and rubbing her sides.

“Could you please hurry?” Maureen complained in her strident voice. “I’m dying out here and this neighbourhood looks…” she took a glance at the shady surroundings and a nearby broken streetlight. “Looks…”

“Poor?” Lola asked in her thick Latin accent and with half a chuckle.

“Unsafe… Did we really have to do this tonight? Couldn’t you… wait until tomorrow? You don’t need to give...”

Lola interrupted her.

”Don’t be a scaredy kitten, preciosa, I promise you it will be worth all the hassle and I also promise you we are going to get very warm, very soon, just give me a sec and…“ the backdoor clicked and opened. “Listo!” Lola stepped aside enthusiastically, giving a small bow. “Ladies first, please.”

Maureen stood uncertainly for a brief moment that lasted just until the next icy breeze gave her chills, she leaped like a rabbit into the darkness on the other side of the door. Lola followed her, closing the door behind. Inside, once Lola turned the light on, they began to remove their coats, their scarves, gloves and hats.

“Make yourself at home,” Lola proclaimed as she shook her long wild mane of curly black hair. “Because it is mine.”

Lola’s hair reached all the way down to her noticeable rear. She was a Cuban bombshell of a lady, thick in figure and with a fierce looking face, thanks in a large part to her vivid green eyes.

Maureen's hair, while also being curly, was rather short in comparison. She was thin like a stick and with long limbs, she was a milky pale ginger, with abundantly freckled cheeks and buck teeth and a pair of remarkably big, and dorky, glasses.

She looked around at her new surroundings in the interior of this mysterious building that her Latin friend was so eager to show her. It was a garage, a car workshop of some sort, but it was obvious even with just a quick inspection that no complete car has called this place home for quite some time. There were no vehicles in sight and the dust had accumulated on the many shelves, tools, discarded car parts and other mechanical devices and apparatus used in the everyday maintenance of motors, bikes and automobiles.

“Hmmm…” Maureen muttered.

“It’s a shithole, I know,” said Lola, answering a question nobody had asked

“I didn’t say anything…!” the ginger girl grumbled.

Lola laughed.

“But you thought it, I can read it on your face!”

Maureen twitched her lips.

“Don’t be so sure about that…”

The Cuban woman turned on the heating and the cold and poorly lit space warmed up slightly, becoming more comfortable, even if it was not by much.

“To be honest I’m surprised there’s still electricity, but at least we will not freeze to death! It was my abuelo’s garage, part workplace, part lifetime passion, but after he died it was closed up and nobody has used it for years.”

“Oh… I’m sorry…”

“Why? You didn’t kill him!” giggled Lola, firmly patting Maureen’s back. “Don’t you worry, it was many years ago. Hmph, hey, have a guess, how do you think my abuelo died?”

“That’s a morbid question.”

“What, aren’t you smart enough to figure it out?”

Maureen sighed, rolled her eyes and looked around.

“If it isn't a trick question,” she said before answering. “A car crash.”

Lola nodded.

“Nailed! He died at the wheel of his beloved red Cadillac in a dumb accident… He loved that car more than my grandma, or than his first wife… A shame really, when I was young I hoped to inherit that beauty, but abuelo ended up in a grave and what was left of the car in the scrap yard…” hanging from Maureen’s shoulder Lola gave a long contemplative look at the dusty, rusty, empty garage before breaking out of her own spellbound reverie. “Anway, anyhow, we aren’t in this car-hole for me, we are here for you, the wedding girl!”

“You don’t have to give me anything, Lola,” Maureen shyly mumbled.

“Yes I have and I’m gonna give you exactly what you need,” Lola grabbed the ginger’s hand. “Also a car!” Maureen blushed, Lola pulled her towards the centre of the garage. “Here,” she said, satisfied after reaching a clear opening in the middle of the room. “There's enough space here, I think? It’s my first time so I’m not sure...” a shrug. “We'll find out as we go!”

Leaving Maureen behind Lola stepped forward.

Maureen was tangling her fingers and shivering nervously.

“I can't accept a car, that’s too expensive…!”

The ginger was left mute when she raised her eyes and saw that Lola was taking off her shirt.

“Don’t worry about money,” she said, dropping her shirt to the floor. “This car is free.”

Lola proceeded to remove her bra next, flaunting her very big and very round breasts and their large areolas and nipple, she leaned forward to pull her pants down Maureen noticed that Lola had a chain around her neck, a chain with a key, which was dangling between her big hanging boobs.

A normal, unremarkable key on a chain.

Effortlessly, Lola shed her clothes, pants, shoes and underwear.

In the middle of the garage she stood, fully nude, smiling shamelessly, enjoying seeing how the ginger was eating her with her eyes. She stretched her voluptuous body, rubbed the dark bush in her groin with satisfaction.

Naked with a key hanging on her chest.

Maureen gulped, her lips opened and closed without emitting a sound once before her voice came back.

“Lola, I don’t like women…” She babbled.

“You sure?” chuckled Lola. “That’s a shame, because tonight you’re gonna fuck me up for good!” without giving Maureen a chance to answer, Lola picked up the key hanging around her neck and showed it to her companion. “What do you think about Yasmine and Mansherry?” she asked.

The ginger blinked, the question made her stop staring at Lola's pussy lips and pay attention to the key. The body of the key was bronze, the head slightly melted black plastic. She couldn’t make sense of the question in their current lewd circumstances, so she simply responded with the first thing that came to her mind.

“Those two have been a happy couple for a few years now… they seem to be very into each other…”

“And it's all thanks to this key…! Well, not this key exactly, but this kind of key, do you know what they do?”

“Obviously not.”

“They can transform flesh into machinery!”

Such an earthshaking revelation was met with silence.

“Okay,” nodded Maureen.

Lola groaned.

“Come on, react a bit, it’s an amazing thing!”

Maureen shrugged.

“An amazing lie… an amazingly bad joke.”

“It’s true,” assured Lola.

“It’s not,” the ginger crossed her arms. “Prove it or put your pants back on.”

“Yasmine and Mansherry are a pair of lovely birds but Yasmine has never gone to watch any of Mansherry’s races.”

“And…?”

“That’s because Yasmine is the bike Mansherry rides, the one with the Godspeed Bitch tag? It’s Yasmine, she transforms with one of these keys and her girlfriend rides her. The girl boss fucks that office bike in bed and drives her in the mud. You can’t deny it, we have never seen Yasmine and the bike in the same place at the same time.”

Maureen considered Lola’s claims slowly, it was certainly true that she had never seen Yasmine the secretary and the alleged Yasmine the bike together, but sanity required her denial.

“...that’s stupid,” she answered. “And proves nothing.”

Lola pulled open the chain holding the key, she got closer to Maureen, reminding Maureen of her nudity.

“If you need more evidence then it’s as simple as using the key on me,” she said, putting the key in the blushing ginger girl’s hand. “Just press it against my spine and I will transform into your wedding gift, a Cadillac for you to drive happily ever after into the sunset.”

Maureen shook her head.

“Lola, this is insane, just get dressed again and let’s go do something else, anything else!”

Lola stepped backwards into position, shrugging.

“I just want to give you my car-self.”

“You are not a car!”

“I am if you want and I want to, so what’s the issue? There’s no harm, unless you don’t change me back… but I trust you, I’ll take the risk,” Lola submissively knelt on her knees on the floor, grabbed her long curly hair and tugged it between her breasts, leaving her back clear. She waited patiently, leaving her back and round ass exposed for Maureen to take. “To change me back…” she smirked. “If you want to change me back, just spin the key all the way counterclockwise when you get tired of your new car.”

Maureen stomped.

“I’m not doing this!”

She didn’t sound too certain in her conviction and Lola chuckled.

“If you were going to leave, preciosa, you would have left when I showed you my big tetas,” the Cuban woman said. “Just admit that you are as curious as I am! Sigh… when Yasmine told me about the keys, about how it feels… transforming, being a machine, being owned… I had to beg her for one, I had to try it, I NEED to try it…! She also told me it is as fun for the user as it is for the used one, so you are going to have as much fun as I am. Thinking about it, me a car and you possessing me completely, is driving me nuts.”

“You damned pervert…”

Lola used her finger to point.

“I left a gas can there, you will have to fill my tank when I have one.”

Maureen twitched her lips, she gave Lola’s ass a glance, then slowly inspected the key with both sight and touch.

“Is this because your ex left you at the altar?” she asked.

That sudden blow made Lola become the one feeling uncomfortable for once. She became very aware of her own nudity and began to nervously brush her hair with her finger.

“Why did you have to bring that up now? This is supposed to be amusing! That clusterfuck is a thing of the past, it’s over and done, nobody cares, nobody remembers. It has nothing to do with this…! W-Why don't you just accept that I want to give you a car and take the gift?” Lola stiffened her back. “Are you having second thoughts about marrying Tommy? Is that the issue?”

Maureen rolled her eyes, she pressed her thumb on the tip of the key and took a step forward.

“You don’t want to give me a car,” she said with a cold tone. “You want to BE my car.”

“Yes, but you are projecting.”

“Projecting what? Your kinks? You want me to drive you on my wedding day? To be right under my feet while I use you without consideration for your alleged personhood status? Nothing but a car that might never be a woman again?”

A chill crossed Lola’s spine, her body tensed.

“Yes, yes pliiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!”

Electricity bent Lola backwards with pleasure.

Maureen claimed her defenceless rear in a flash, pushing the key against her spine… at the very end of her spine, the tailbone right before the ass. The key penetrated swiftly, instantly, penetrating bone and muscle, the flesh accommodating the metal as if they were always meant to be together. While Lola moaned, Maureen jerked backwards, startled and amazed, watching as Lola’s skin around the key quickly turned into a keyhole.

“Oh, my, goddess,” she gasped. “You weren’t lying…!”

Panting and panicking, Lola touched her rear round the area where the key had been introduced, the magnetic power of the building up transformation pulsing in every molecule of her being, her nipples twisting hard, her pussy leaking.

“YOU BITCH!” she cried. “Why did you have to put the damn key in my culo?!”

Maureen pressed her thighs together as she watched the naked woman twitching with lust on the floor.

“You told me to put the key in your spine…” the red haired woman mumbled.

“Not in the butt! I mean in the back of the neck! NGHHHHHHH! Why don’t you directly shove it up my asshole next time?! Ahhhhhhhh! Ffffffuck me!” Lola grabbed her belly, she was sweating profusely.

“Maybe explain yourself better then?! Just take it out if it’s so important, why does it even matter where the key goes?!”

“It can’t just be taken off, idiota! You think you can leave someone a half-car?! Now I have to do the whole process and only you can change me back!” Lola’s belly grumbled metallically. “GAAAH! Shit, shit…! I’m so caliente, I’m so horny…!” she closed her eyes, sobbing in a lustful begging tone. “I’m gonna transform upside doOOOOOWN!”

Lola’s pupils morphed, their green replaced by plastic red.

Lola’s belly began to swell with abrupt motions. It grew larger, but not rounder, acquiring a more rectangular shape. Her skin became a metallic grey, not just in colour, but literally becoming metal, leaving Lola with an empty tank under her breasts where her stomach should have been.

Groaning an empty echo the changing woman fell forward down onto all fours.

Two other body parts began to swell simultaneously after the tank had formed as if they were in sync: Her ass and boobs.

While the loudness of her moans continued increasing, Lola’s excellent thick attributes inflated to beyond absurd proportions. They rounded up as they bloated, moving to the sides of her body, Lola’s pulsating anus and leaking vagina completely exposed by the spread of her buttocks.

“IIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! POR FAVOR! INTENSSSSSSSSSSO!”

Her gigantic tits nested themselves under her armpits, her reforming buttocks under her hips. Meanwhile Lola’s knees and elbows became bent square, she tried to feebly resist the motion, but it was beyond her control. Her hands firmly grabbed her opposing forearms, her feet pressed against her ankles where they slowly began to merge.

The rest of Lola’s body was becoming impossibly flattened and spread out following the rectangular pattern.

“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! MaureeeeEEEEEEEH!”

Maureen was watching with every ounce of her attention. She realised that Lola’s rounded ass and tits were in their transition from flesh to machine. Their skin turned rougher, dark rubber, whilst in the interior it became harder, metallic.

“G-Goddeness…” the redhead gulped. “Your boobs… Your ass… They are your wheels, your tires!”

She covered a cry with her hands, her crotch was in heat.

Lola was legitimately transforming into a car in front of her.

Lola was going to be nothing but a car, a car for her to drive, a car whose fate was entirely for her to decide. That thought was enough to bring her to the edge of lust, she began to rub her crotch through her pants.

“MAUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!” Lola shouted.

The transforming woman made a last attempt to stand up, an attempt obviously doomed to fail as the increasing weight of her mutating form fell down, bouncing on and finally resting on top of the now four wheels that held the rest of her body frame.

She couldn’t move, but only wail with sensual thirst.

Patches of sky blue plastic appeared and spread over her skin as the change ramped up in speed. Lola’s rear was lifted above her framed body. Her anus completely plugged by several round indicators for speed, gas and other metrics, all of which were at zero at the moment. Her clit and vulva were twisted over themselves and sprouted upwards, flourishing into a white ring.

The steering wheel.

The impossible process speeded up as the mechanical metamorphosis progressed unstoppably. Lola gained the size and weight of a vehicle, her mass growing unrestrained. The snapping and stretching of meat, muscle and bone gradually replaced by those of metal and plastic the more she changed.

Wires, hydraulics, suspension, gears, engines.

An orgasmic plea with an echoing voice.

“My coño! MOTOR!”

The engine roars with an empty hunger.

Her back humps, swelling into the interior of the vehicle. Her hair expands, becoming the dark leather of the seat, the belts, the dashboard, windows and windscreen. Maureen, with a hand inside her pants, walks around that shifting bulk towards the rear of a car that held the face of a woman.

She dropped to her knees in front of her dear friend’s massive deforming head. Lola’s facial features, resting on top of arms that were now car bumpers, spreading left and right to fit what she would very soon be. Maureen touched the tense skin, feeling as pore by pore it turned into blue bodywork. Lola’s eyes were wide red taillights that glanced motionless at the ginger, lustfully begging as they slid to the sides.

“Maaaaaaauuuuuuuuu… Mauuuuuuuuuuuuu…” a weak gasp from the depths of the engine.

Maureen leant and kissed the mount in the middle of the car’s rear. Lip on lip she closes her eyes, their tongues tangle for a moment that lasts until Lola’s lips turn into round metal and push away. The ginger recoiled before the exhaust pipe with lipstick on its opening coughed a wheeze of black smoke, after that it crankily moved towards its proper placement in the plan of the car.

“It’s appropriate for an asshole like you to transform like this…” Maureen whispered , cleaning the lipstick around the opening to the exhaust pipe with her thumb “Bye, bye…”

She leant and closed her eyes again, this time to kiss the remaining bulging nose, the last clue of Lola’s humanity. Once more she experienced with her lips the sensation of warm skin turning warm plastic.

Then…

A loud click.

When Maureen opened her eyes she saw that the empty trunk of the car had opened.

Her lips were on top of an ornament, a platinum orchid tangled in chains.

The transformation had arrived at it’s inevitable conclusion.

Lola was no more, replaced by a brand new blue sky Cadillac with a white hood.

The garage was silent. Maureen passed her finger across the license plate of the car, formed, she guessed, from Lola’ chin… the letters on the plate… l0l4…

She got up and walked around the car several times, her nipples hard, her panties damp, her amazement undying. She touched, rubbed, and fondled. Opening one of the doors, she noticed the tiny details, small hints… the soft curls in the black leather of the seat, the bumps in the middle of both posterior tires, the very subtle ovaloid bent of the steering wheel…

This car was Lola.

This car was a car.

Maureen grabbed the gas can and filled the vehicle’s tank, her vehicle. There were two holes for gas, because Lola had two ears. She opened the garage’s doors, tossed the ex-woman’s belongings in the trunk, sat in the driving seat, and slowly fondled the steering wheel with her palms.

A chill of pleasure climbed her spine as she firmly gripped the wheel.

She held her breath.

Spun the key.

Ignition.

They left the garage.

Down empty streets and into the cold night.

The Cadillac was so easy to drive, the machine answered every one of the redhead’s whims with subservient immediacy. She pressed the pedal and her pussy clamped as they moved faster. A vision crossed her mind, herself, wearing a beautiful wedding dress, driving towards the sunset in this car.

Alone in the car.

“You are such a tool…” Maureen moaned.

A naked ghostly Lola was at her side, hugging her, pressing her thickness against her driver.

“I am a car,” mumbled the ghost in the machine.

The snow danced in the sky, the Cadillac’s motor roared before getting lost in the distance.

-Bitch back home for xmas

(Woman into dog)

It was a tranquil residential neighbourhood on an equally tranquil winter’s night.

In the backyard of the best Christmassy decorated house.

Snow covers the ground and the cold freezes Sara’s breath.

She was waiting in the dark, clutched by the shadow of the kitchen’s back door steps. Sara was wearing a thick green jacket over her pinky housecoat, her nightgown under that and her bunny slippers on her feet, a very housewifey attire because that’s what she proudly was. A skinny white woman with blonde hair and a freckled round face, she hugged her sides and cursed with grinding teeth.

“That bitch!” she squeaks to the shadows in the backyard. “Should have known she was making a fool out of me… again…” the housewife lamented.

Sara was about to end her waiting vigil and go back to bed with her husband, but that letter from the woman she despised compelled her to stay just a bit longer.

The closing words of the letter crossed her mind again:

“It will be the last time you see me as a person.”

Such a promise.

And she was such a dummy for believing it.

A mockery, a trick, to make her stay outside and get pneumonia.

“That bitch…!” she repeated.

“This bitch.”

The voice came out of nowhere, startling Sara. It wasn’t an inquiry questioning her status as a bitch, but rather an affirmation of fact.

Lidia stepped out of the shadows, entering Sara’s field of vision.

Lidia, successful entrepreneur, her husband's ex-wife, the mother of her stepsons.

Lidia was wearing a long trench coat straight out of some detective movie and high heels that weren’t too adequate in the snow, her clothes made Sara wonder something that she discarded as absurd. Lidia was taller than Sara, a brunette with perfect hair, perfect olive skin, perfect makeup, hazel eyes beneath thin eyebrows, her perpetual cold and arrogant vibe always made Sara feel inferior.

Sara stepped away from the safety of the doorstep, both women stood one in front of the other.

“So…” mumbled Sara. “You came.”

Lidia nodded.

“As I promised.”

Their rivalry went beyond the obvious reason of their marital status, it was a deep personal hatred they shared.

Or so thought Sara.

“Then,” said the housewife crossing her arms. “What’s all of this about?”

The wind shook the branches of a nearby tree.

“You are a better woman than me,” Lidia declared.

The sudden confession left Sara in shambles.

“...Right…” she slowly answered. “Sure, I mean, yes, but…”

“You’re a better woman than me,” Lidia reaffirmed. “And I don’t deserve to be a woman at all.”

Sara blinked several times, she pinched her cheek to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Auch…! Okay, what do you mean with this? That’s all you wanted to tell me? A confession beneath the stars?” she asked while rubbing her cheek. “Because it’s fine with me, but I want it on video.”

Lidia continued her detached speech.

“What do you consider me to be, Sara?”

Sara looked away, her cold hand still on her sore cheek.

“A bitch,” she said dryly and shortly.

Lidia nodded, her expression remained stoically unflinching.

“A week ago I was…” her firm voice almost broke, but she stopped, closed her eyes, composed herself before continuing. “I was lost and alone, walking the city streets underneath the shiny festive decorations. My kids hate me and I’m forbidden to be with the only man I ever loved because I wanted power more. I was thinking about going to some bar to hook up with a man, to lose myself in sex once more, when I… Stumbled with… Appeared in front of me… a store, the store, a witchcraft store.”

Sara shook her head.

“Is this a joke? Are you sure you weren’t drunk?”

“Have you ever seen me joke or drink?”

“...”

Lidia pulled a collar from one of her coat pockets, a red leather collar with a blank silver tag in the silly shape of a bone.

“I don’t know why I entered, but something compelled me… The owner of the store, the lady, I was smug and arrogant with her, it’s my nature… She could have turned me into a doormat, but instead she was more cruel and showed me the truth… That my shadow is that of a dog.”

“Your shadow…?”

Lidia took a step forward, staring directly into Sara’s eyes while her own shone with determination.

“I am  a bitch, Sara, I belong in Stray’s Alley. That’s why I am how I am, why I’m empty even when I get what I want.”

Sara sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Sounds like coping to me.”

Lidia raised an eyebrow.

“Uh?”

Sara pointed at her.

“You are a bad person, a bad mother and a bad wife, but you being a dog doesn’t excuse that, dogs can be good chums, your species doesn’t have anything to do with your choices and acts.”

Lidia chuckled sadly.

“A good girl…” she mumbled. “It doesn’t matter anyway, anymore, now I’ve come all the way to her… To humiliate myself in front of the woman that I scorned for having everything I couldn’t keep hold of,” there was anger behind Lidia’s calm tone. “It may not be a curse, but the witch has doomed me all the same, because my last human choice is all I have left: To die miserably as a woman or to embrace my kind and know happiness,” she put the collar in Sara’s hands.

“I understand,” Sara told the ex-wife as she inspected the red collar without much interest. “You had a conversation with a random store owner, for once in your life someone didn’t go along with your insufferable crap and now you've gone nuts.”

“It was only the second time someone hasn’t gone along with my dogshit,” Lidia clarified. “You would have been the first,” she pointed at the collar. “Fasten it around my neck while I’m naked and rename me and Lidia Harrigan will be gone, forgotten, reduced and transformed into a dog for life, Sara Harrigan will be the only wife that remains.”

“Lidia, this is not-!”

Sara’s complaint was interrupted - her mouth dropped open.

Lidia opened her coat.

The housewife has been correct in her forgotten wondering, the ex-wife was completely nude under her coat.

Lidia allowed the coat to slowly slide down her shoulders, then down her arms.

Her perfectly round breasts, larger and firmer than Sara’s, their small nipples stiffened by the cold and the shame. Her fit belly, her wide hips, her shaved crotch and thick vagina.

The coat dropped into the snow.

Once she was devoid of clothes Lidia took a moment to take off her heels, dropping them next to the coat.

Standing outdoors in the winter night she was fully naked in front of her rival.

“Sara, I am a bitch,” her sentence came from her lips once again.

Shock made Sara step back, holding the collar against her beating chest.

“You’re a crazy bitch!” she gasped.

Lidia’s nudity was enhanced by the surrounding wintery scenario.

“Don’t try and pretend you don’t want this as much as me,” she said. “Don’t think about it, just do it, get rid of the woman and become the owner of the bitch.”

Sara looked at her, at her tits and pussy, then she looked at the collar, frowned.

“Even if this is for real, even if you are fine with losing your humanity to be… to be just a dog… Why? Why would you want me of all people to be your owner? Why not my husband? Why put your humanity in my hands?”

The naked woman smirked softly.

“Because you’re the one that already considers Lidia Harrigan a complete bitch, and doesn’t have any consideration for my status as a human.”

“Lots of people would agree with me…”

“But only you will have me as a pet, think about it, the perfect christmas gift, my last one… The kids will love it… Just, don’t be mean to me as a dog for what I did as a person…”

“Hmph!” Sara twirled the collar around her fingers. “Also, that’s assuming that you get to live in my house for free as an annoying sack of fleas, maybe I’ll just kick you out to the dog pound!”

“That would be harsh and cruel, but like everything else would no longer be under my control.”

Lidia opened her arms in submission, leaving her long neck exposed for the collar that would allegedly reshape her future forever. Sara shook her head and opened the collar’s buckle.

She didn’t believe it was real.

She couldn’t believe it.

“Fine then, bitch,” she put the collar around that eager neck. “You are now my pet, heeem… Liddy!”

Without her having to do anything else, the buckle fastened firmly around Lidia’s neck as soon she spoke the bitch’s name. The leather glowed with a bluish murk, the silver tag too as letter by letter the new name appeared on the bone: L I D D Y

Liddy's eyelids sprung open, her pupils expanded, darkening her eyes into the canine, her body tiptoeing in the snow, tensed up by the reality rewriting magical energy.

“H-Hecuba!” the collared bitch moaned, looking up at something only she was meant to see. “Accept this astray daughter in your pack!”

Her pussy sprinkled, leaking down her trembling legs, her knees crossed.

Sara jumped back, as from the collar to her hand the bluish glow formed a leash out of thin air, a leash tied around her palm, then the light vanished.

“Is this for real?!” the housewife cried.

As if in response to her question, a series of soft fleshcrafting pops resounded around the backyard.

Extra nipples began to sprout below Liddy’s breasts.

One by one two whole rows appeared.

Thick nipples like her original two.

All of them were soon to be dog teats for thirsty pups.

The bitch and her owner looked at each other, human eyes and dog eyes meeting.

In slow motion Liddy’s nose twitched, blackened, bulged, nostrils forced upright, together with her mouth as it began to push out into a snout.

“Grrrrr… Liddy?” the bitch groaned as her teeth sharpened. “That’s the best you could come up with?” her ears began to flop. “Liddy?”

On her crotch the skin of her wet pussy spread, turning leathery. Tiny white hairs sprouted around the canine cunt in-the-making, growing into thick fur that ascended to her belly, between the teats, and descended, surrounding her legs. Liddy’s shoulders cracked and Sara hands flew to her mouth, pulling the leash and making the bitch-woman drop to her knees and moan.

“Oh, gosh!” squeaked Sara, hurrying to kneel at the side of her bitch. “I forgot the leash! I couldn’t think clearly! I didn’t think it was real!”

Liddy pants, her tongue escapes from her black lips, growing long and wide. More white fur sprouts around her elongating muzzle, coating her face at a good pace, the dog mask she would wear for the rest of her life. She lifts her hands, fingers retracting as the nails curve, palms swelling into paws as the rest diminishes.

The thumbs are gone.

Her feet met similar luck.

Buttocks flatten open, a hairy anus exposed under a shaking tail.

Limbs shortened as more fur appears on her back.

The bitch finally gets down onto all fours in the snow, surrendering to her fate as she barks for the first time.

“GAAAH! AING! BAAARK!” her spine locked in the quadrupedal, human hair falls as the fur claims everything. “Wha… rrrrrrh! Wha bitch?” she asks her master.

Sara puts her hand on the bitch’s neck, the skin is so hot, the bones moving under it, the sensation of the growing fur…

She gulps.

“P-Poodle… I guess… Yes, a poodle is your breed…”

Liddy’s cunt gasps, the bitch howls hornily as her face becomes fully doggy.

Her body contracts, shrinking, her human breasts deflated into just the pair of teats on top of the rest, lost in the fur. Sara rubbed and petted the furry back of the bitch, the bitch pleaded as she lost her voice.

“Sarrrrraaaah! Sarrrrrraaaaa plearssshhh, beggg yyuuuuu!”

Sara leaned worried.

“Are you having second thoughts? Maybe we can undo…”

“NRO! BARK! Nrou undoooo! Mre biiiiitch! Gerrrrrrrrr! UhhhhHHHHHH! Pliz, yu pliz, Sarrrrrrr, let guuud garrrrrr! Let mreeee breeeed my kind! Let mreeee fuuuuu dogzzzz! LET MREEEE HAVE PUPS!”

The speechless housewife nodded.

“Okay…”

Liddy’s voice degenerated completely into pants, snarling and grunting.

The final wave of bone snaps.

The changes concluded as quickly as they started.

A white poodle bitch stood in the middle of the snowy backyard.

There were many pictures of Lidia Harrigan in the house. Only three framed ones in the living room: One of her in casual clothes, sitting on a beach, another in dress standing in a hallway, the last from an interview in a business magazine, sitting in a large office chair, wearing a business suit and pants, her legs crossed.

That same bitchy stoic expression in all three of them.

Sara arrived in time to see it happen, the reality in the pictures shifted just as the reality of the woman had been. Becoming even more amazed she watched as the clothes of the three Lidias in the pictures vanished.

Lidia naked on the beach.

Lidia standing nude in a hallway.

Lidia completely devoid of fabric, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed.

Following that the three naked Lidias began to blur, the lines that formed them wobbled, twisted over themselves, and collapsed in some sort of visual trickery… until only the white poodle bitch remained.

The bitch on the beach.

The bitch in the hallway.

The bitch sitting on a chair.

Only one remaining trace, that vibe in the eyes, as bitchy as a bitch as she had been as a human.

“You've been a bitch all your life, uh?” mumbled Sara, putting the picture of Liddy on the beach back.

She went back to her dog, who was patiently waiting, sitting under the Christmas tree, near the many wrapped gifts. Sara knelt near the poodle and began to brush her fur, then to tie a gift ribbon around the bitch’s head.

“You sleep here tonight and tomorrow you wake up to chaos.”

Liddy nodded, whimpering in agreement.

Sara wonders if when she wakes up if the blur of this weird night might have been a nightmare… or a dream… The housewife smirks and leans closer to her pet, whispers in the furry ear.

“You thought this gift was for yourself, but this gift is for me, bitch…”

-Extra shortie: Dominanta, half-time, pluse-size

(Woman into ¿¿??)

Mad J. Earl: And there goes the so-called witch! It seems it’s gonna be another easy win for Perra Loba!

Chess’s back was slammed against the arena’s floor, she bounced and then landed face down. Her head spinning and her muscles aching, she had lost the black ribbon that tied her chestnut hair at some point during the wrestling struggle.

Sweaty and gasping she got herself up onto all fours, feebly crawling away.

A white young woman with freckled skin.

She was fully nude, stripped of her black fighting underwear.

Her boobs hanging.

Her vagina twitching.

“I have too…” she panted.

Perra Loba’s shadow covers her, approaching.

A tall, muscular, brown skinned, long-limbed woman, she stood silently behind the defeated witch. Perra Loba’s head was completely covered by a purple and gold luchador mask painted to imitate the fierce skull of a wolf or a dog.

She hadn’t lost a single piece of her flashy green underwear during the short fight.

The strapon was already tied around her waist.

Chess shook her head as her rival approached quicker than she could crawl.

“W-Wait… I can…” she mumbled as Perra Loba grabbed her arms and pulled her back, lifting her rear towards the dildo’s tip. “I can-!”

“PENETRATED!” announced the referee as the strapon slid inside the witch’s pussy.

Perra Loba didn’t waste any time or gentleness in ravaging her opponent’s sex, going deep enough with the dildo for Chess to feel the pressure of the toy’s tip against her belly with each hip slam to her rear.

The witch didn’t care that much, she was instantly lost in the carnal lewdness, her eyes spinning dizzily, her toes curled and her tongue hanging out, she didn’t even pretend at an attempt at resisting, completely lost in the pleasure.

Gasping.

Moaning.

The public was seeing her getting fucked… and soon would see her being permanently and irremediably transformed into the beast Perra Loba had deemed her worthy to be. Vibrating in each cell of her lust driven being, the dildo exploded with her orgasm and she cried as her womb was filled up with a warm pinkish liquid to the point of overflowing. Perra Loba didn’t stop after that artificial ejaculation, she kept pumping the little vagina with fierce determination, the liquid causing loud squishing sounds with each thrust.

Chess stretched her neck and her upper body, leaning forward, still firmly held by the arms her voice melted into moans.

“Pleashhhh! Let it me…! Let! Ahhh! AHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Her mouth was wide open when in an abrupt outburst Chess’ teeth grew exponentially large, absurdly even, into thick mismatched tusks. Her entire jawline expanded around the new dentition, consuming her womanly facial structure, her ears flicked as they shrank.

Perra Loba released her arms and Chess dropped directly into all fours.

Chess’ moaning and panting began to sound deeper, slow, brutish, her body began to gain in mass at an impressive rate. As love handles formed she quickly became thicker, then plump, chubby, fat, large. Her belly inflated, her neck bloated, her torso elongating like a very stuffed sausage . Perra Loba unplugged the dildo from the leaking enlarging cunt-hole and stepped away from that expanding rear when a short tail sprout on top of the arse and began to slap the expanding buttocks

“Muuuuumaaaaaaah!” babbled Chess incoherently as her hair fell off, having quite a hard time vocalising with her immense hippopotamus mouth. “Maaaaaauuu sou fuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTHHHHHHH!”

Her eyes shrunk, darkening, moving to the sides of her growing skull, similar to what happened to her nostrils as her forehead was flattened, thick nostrils that she was now capable of opening and closing as if they were eyelids. Like the rest of her body, her limbs were also bloating and deforming. Feet slid on the arena’s floor as her quadrupedal pose changed from standing on her knees to standing on top of four stumpy legs that ended in flat feet with sturdy toe-like claws. Those legs rounded in shape, ending up looking closer to short trunks than any human appendages.

The woman’s figure was completely taken over by the hippo growing inside, the sloppiness of her new weight and the shock of the changes dulled her mind, making her wish she was basking on a river bank. Next, and almost the last, step of her transformation was the texture of her skin going from stretched smooth into wrinkly rough, darkening as it became harder into a greyish black which was more towards the pink in her belly area.

With the conclusion of the metamorphosis Perra Loba slapped the massive ass of the female hippo, a strong loud sound that startled the new beast and made her take a couple of clumsy steps forward.

The luchadora’s fist was lifted high before the referrer announced her victory.

“Green underwear, Perra Loba! Dominanta victory!”

A group of arena staff, around a dozen of them, rushed into the ring to deal with the distressed female hippopotamus while the public cheered and clapped for the winner.

Mad J. Earl: Another quick match in Perra Loba’s career! She remains an undisputed champion even against alleged witches! By the way, Dakota, did you know that the hippopotamus is related to whales?

Dakota Trazza: Dang, first the sea lion stuff and now whales, tonight we are learning a lot of marine biology!