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It was another normal day at Bryce’s job cleaning up his boss’ mansion. It might’ve sounded like a shitty job, but it paid surprisingly well. Throughout his job, Bryce hardly ever saw his boss face-to-face. It was well known among the staff that Ms. Jonas was a very lonely woman, and though she could easily just throw money at any man in town and he’d fall for her in an instant, but she never did. Whenever someone brought it up to her, she always mentioned wanting something ‘more meaningful, darling.’
Bryce had only heard such things from his co-workers, however. He never had the confidence to talk to Ms. Jonas himself. He was too shy and nervous for that, so he just kept his head down and scrubbed the kitchen floors. If there was one thing he knew about himself, he loved cleaning.
While he was cleaning today, he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Bryce yelped in shock and turned around to see one of his co-workers. She’d ended up yelping right after Bryce and jumping back slightly.
“Oh- um- sorry for scaring you-“ She said.
“O-Oh no, I’m so-sorry for scaring you, I-“ Bryce sputtered back.
The two went on like this for a good few moments afterwards, continuously apologizing to each other and stammering and sputtering out reasonings for their perceived wrongdoings. But eventually they managed to both calm down.
“Aha…ha…so what did you need?” Bryce asked.
“Well, it’s not me. Ms. Jonas wants to see you.”
Bryce felt his blood run cold at that very moment, and he was summoning every ounce of willpower in his body to not tremble.
“Wh-What does she want?” Bryce asked.
“I don’t know…she just wanted me to tell you to go see her.”
Bryce gulped a bit…was he going to be fired? Did he do something wrong? These were the only thoughts going through his head as he trudged his way upstairs to Ms Jonas’ private quarters. It wouldn’t take him very long to get there (much to his dismay). Once he reached the door, Bryce spent several more minutes mentally readying himself to enter, then knocked on the door.
“Come in~” The prim and proper voice of Ms. Jonas rang out from behind the door. Taking the invitation, Bryce took one more deep breath and went on inside. There he was met with Ms. Jonas sitting at a tea table. With a smile, she invited Bryce over, and he obliged, sitting right across from her.
“Oooh so glad to see you, darling.” Ms. Jonas mused as she poured some tea for the both of them.
‘Y-You are?” Bryce asked.
“Oh yes, yes dear- Come now, look at me when I’m speaking.” Ms. Jonas had a commanding, motherly presence to her. The staff tended to comment on this from time to time as they picked up on the oddity.
Compelled by said presence, Bryce looked up from his teacup and right into Ms. Jonas’ eyes.
“That’s better. Now then, I just wanted to tell you that you’ve been doing an absolutely wonderful job since you’ve been here.” The older lady told Bryce.
“H-Huh? Really?” The snowy-haired man asked.
“Really, dear. I can almost see my reflection in the kitchen floor these days!” Ms. Jonas laughed like a noblewoman, flicking her greying, brown hair off her face.
“O-Oh, well thank you, ma’am.” Bryce said. He was beginning to smile and relax ever so slightly. This wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it would be.
“Oh, dear, you’ve hardly touched your tea. Come now, it’s rude to just let it get cold.” Ms. Jonas commanded, and Bryce felt compelled to take a big sip out of his cup despite the liquid being piping hot. It burned as it went down his throat, but it actually tasted really good.
Bryce felt his mind growing fuzzy at that point, and his limbs growing murky.
“Now…see…I’ve been quite lonely for some time now, as you know…” Ms. Jonas began, and as she did, Jonas felt his messy hair flattening down on his head, and shortening up to about half its original length and thickness. Bryce’s mind was so fuzzy he could barely bring himself to react to it, only being able to focus on Ms. Jonas and her voice.
“…And I don’t want the company of any human. Oh no no no, they’re so unloyal. And since you’re such a good worker, I know that you’re a perfect candidate, so come now, let go of your humanity and become my new dog.”
On cue, Bryce’s eyes widened and he got up from his chair, then proceeded to get onto his hands and knees in preparation for his upcoming transformation.
Bryce’s hair began to spread all over his face, and once his face was fully consumed, Bryce let out a growl of discomfort as his facial structure began to change, the bones beneath his skin stretching out and widened, then his nose bulged out, moistening as the skin on it shifted to become black and rough. Bryce’s ears then moved up his head a few inches, then grew out and flopped over, soon becoming covered in the same fur as the rest of his face.
Bryce’s body lurched forward as the fur made its way down his back and arms. Speaking of which, Bryce’s thumbs quickly entropied into useless dewclaws, which made their way halfway up Bryce’s arms before stopping. His remaining fingers then swelled out into toes, and his fingernails grew out into dull claws. The bones in his arms then rearranged themselves, rendering them just another set of legs. Bryce could also feel leathery pads growing underneath his front toes and palms(?).
Bryce groaned again as the fur reached his backside. He could feel his crotch burning as his manhood was eroded away into nothing. After that, his body began to thin out, rapidly trimming its own fat and leaving room for nothing that was unnecessary. Once that was done, Bryce’s clothes no longer fit her, and she quickly shook them off her body. She couldn’t see behind her, but she could also feel that her feet had transformed into another set of paws as well.
Though now that she was out of those pesky human clothes, the dog found out about a few new problems. For one, she was having trouble keeping her balance, and two, she couldn’t remember what her name was supposed to be…luckily for her, both of those problems would soon be solved. The first would be rectified when a long tail began to snake its way out of the dog’s spine, growing long enough to touch the floor when it was limp.
The second problem would be solved when;
“Come now, Perdita, so mommy can give you a treat.” Ms. Jonas said, and upon hearing the trigger word, Perdita immediately ran over to her, her tail wagging rapidly.
Ms. Jonas chuckled and dropped a dog biscuit into Perdita’s mouth. Perdita took it to the other side of the room and scarfed it down happily, then came right back and wordlessly begged for another. Ms. Jonas happily obliged.
And though she was happy about her new companion, Jonas felt a pang of guilt, doing that to a young man who just wanted to make ends meet…sure he seemed happy in his new form now, but Jonas knew it was forced happiness.
Oh well…maybe she’d turn Perdita back one day. Until then, Ms. Jonas was going to enjoy the company of her new dog.
Category Story / TF / TG
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