Ashley sat on a large couch, right behind a small table with a set of 'magic drawing pencils', a new set of pencils she had ordered that advertised that they would 'magically draw your very thoughts on the paper.' Ashley wanted to be an artist, ideally making enough money from drawing so she didn't have to work at a boring job. It was a dream, a dream that many artists had. 

Ashley's appearance was a little chubby with pink hair up front, and blue in back. Her hips were wide and took up about half of the couch, while her chest was just beyond DDs. 



Jeremy walked out into the living room with a small list in hand. He had short black hair, complete with partially trimmed beard, but no mustache. He wasn't as chubby as Ashley was, but he wasn't quite thin either. He wore a short sleeved black and white shirt with jeans. "Alright, I got the list of what to pick up for dinner at the grocery store, anything that's not on the list, like I know you tend to forget?" he teased.



"Chocolate, of course." Ashley teased right back. "Ah I don't know what else, everything on that paper should be fine. While you're gone, I'll draw you a TF/TG sequence, anything you want me to turn you into?"



"A slutty short stack otter bimbo." Jeremy said with a laugh. It was just the first thing he thought of, and he had to blurt it out. He knew Ashley could draw pretty well, but he doubted that she'd be able to draw such a thing during the time he was gone. "I'll be back in like an hour or two though, so draw it quick." Jeremy gave Ashley a quick hug. He then grabbed the keys, and took off for the store, and left Ashley alone to do her artwork.



"I'll not only have her drawn, she'll have a personality, a backstory, and the sluttiest bimbo you've ever seen." Ashley said with a laugh of her own, just as Jeremy left the house.



Jeremy arrived at the grocery store with little problems on the drive. He lived a pretty ordinary life, but it was a life without complaints. He had a girlfriend, a decent job, and enough money to buy dinner, and a few other things at the store. Just as Jeremy walked out, he reached down and adjusted his shirt and pants. For some odd reason, his clothing felt tighter than before, but he just blamed it on his weight. "Maybe I should buy the low fat stuff so I can diet." He commented, jokingly.



Jeremy grabbed a cart with little problems, and checked the list. Milk was the first thing requested, and Jeremy went to the back of the store to grab it. He found it so annoying that milk was always in the back of virtually every single grocery store. Sure, he knew they did such things because of marketing, but that just made him dislike it more.



While Jeremy shopped, Ashley had to think about the details about that short stack. She had begun to draw a sketch of the character, but there weren't very many details of the character, and it was often fairly hard to actually say a character was a short stack, without comparing it to something, or changing part of its body, typically the butt and bust. "I'll just write down her height." Ashley told herself. At the very top of the page, she wrote down the height of Jeremy's character.



Back at the grocery store, Jeremy felt a strange sense of vertigo, it felt as if the world spun around him faster than before. He did his best to ignore it, and just blamed it on a dizzy spell. He got to the back aisle where the milk was located, and let go of the cart to open the glass door. He grabbed onto the door, and paused as he held onto the large handle. He would have best described his height at about average at 5'10, but as he held onto that handle, his hand dragged downward inch by inch, while he himself shrank down. He saw the milk on the middle shelves look so much farther away as he shrank down bit by bit. He held onto the handle as if his life depended on it, but it became much harder to hold on when he reached a point in his shrinking height that he had to reach his hand up above his head to even hold the door. By the time he finished shrinking, he stared at his reflection through the glass.



He still looked like himself physically, his clothing had shrank down with him amazingly, but now he was much shorter. He couldn't tell for sure, but he would have had to guess maybe two feet shorter, if not a little more than that. He didn't quite stare at the very bottom containers of milk, but he definitely couldn't reach higher than the second row, and he needed to get up to the third row to get what he wanted!



A man tapped him on the shoulder from behind. "You doing alright?" he asked. The man was a fairly ordinary man with short brown hair and casual clothing, doing shopping of his own. "Need some help?"



Jeremy jumped at the tap. He turned around to look at the man, but he had to look up high in order to even see the man's face. In fact, he had to look up at just about everyone that wasn't a child. "I ah..." He turned back to the milk, and pointed up. "I need that, a 2%, please."



With a nod, the man reached over Jeremy's head, grabbed the milk, and lowered it down to him. "Anything else you need?" 



Jeremy quickly took the milk from the man's hands. "No thank you. That's it." He was quick to speak, embarrassed about his situation. He couldn't help but wonder why no one else thought of it as odd that he shrank down right in front of everyone. Jeremy walked back to his cart, and grimaced. He was so short that, while he could reach the top of the cart, he had to raise his hands above his head to do so, and that getting the milk in was possible, but reaching in to get it out would be difficult. "Well THAT'S done..." he mumbled. Jeremy turned to look back at the man, but he couldn't help but look at the man's ass. It wasn't just because he was almost eye-level with that ass, but there was something else about it...



Ashley continued to casually draw that short stack Jeremy wanted. "Let's see...big boobs, really big ones. They aren't built like children after all." Ashley told herself while she drew. The frame of the character she drew was pudgy and looked old enough to identify as someone older than 21, but still short. She drew those boobs up to an F cup, which should have been more than big enough for the tiny character.



Jeremy lost his focus from that man's ass when he felt a tingling sensation in his chest. It was both a blessing, and a curse. He took out his cell phone, and decided to try to text Ashley if she knew anything that was going on, not that Jeremy would have known, but it didn't hurt to try. As he tried to text her though, he noticed his chest began to balloon out. "Oh...oh crap..." he glanced around with wide eyes. Once again, nobody seemed to pay him the time of day. He couldn't help but think to himself just how selfish these people must have been. Here he was, transforming in the middle of grocery shoppers, and nobody even stopped to ask him if he was feeling okay. Jeremy left his cart, and did a fast walk towards the Men's bathroom.



Jeremy could feel his shirt wrap around his growing chest as he walked to the bathroom. His shirt didn't rip, but it did shrink around his waist, and exposed his hairy chubby belly. Jeremy made it into the bathroom, and rushed into the handicap stall in the back. He closed the door, and glanced down at his growing chest, and changing shirt. His shirt changed into a bright pink color, and continued to hug his growing cleavage. By now, he was at least a C cup, with quite a bit of the top part of his new tits exposed. Unlike the rest of his body, his new chest was very feminine.



Unfortunately, there was no full length mirror in the bathroom stall. Jeremy looked at his chest in absolute shock as it continued to grow to an F cup. It looked so awkward on the rest of his still male body. He reached up and gently poked it, and felt how real it was. He could see the tips of his nipples through the fabric of his tiny pink t-shirt so small that it exposed his belly.



Back at the house, Ashley had just drawn the very top of the character she was drawing Jeremy. She was now drawing the rest of the small torso. She made sure the character had a bit of pudge, just so that the character looked of a proper age. She also added a rather large ass, and big wide hips. She then went to drawing the rest of the front of the body, giving it a more feminine appearance. "Let's see...her body probably needs the desire for sex constantly. She does need to be a bimbo slut after all." She told herself.



Jeremy gasped while he was in the bathroom as he felt his pants both tighten. He couldn't see his own ass, but he could reach back and feel his ass grow. Like his chest, he didn't outgrow his pants and make them burst, rather his pants grew with it, and slowly converted into light blue shorts. Jeremy continued holding his ass while the hair on his legs and chest shed from his skin into dust, and he watched his body take on the shape from an average male, to a busty female with a huge ass. He was still a he, but as his face lost its masculinity, and facial hair, he looked far more like a she, and would have easily been mistaken for one, if not for that bulge that stuck out so prominently between his legs, not that he was turned on, but just that his shorts hugged him that tight.



Jeremy could feel his feminine curves, his wide hips, his huge ass, and his busty chest. He couldn't see his face, but he had a very good idea about what he looked like as he felt his soft cheeks and small nose, as well as those lips of his. His lips surprisingly felt normal. Before he could get too much into detail though to see his hair, he heard the door swing open, and a man take the stall next to his. Jeremy could only make out the man's legs, but he'd have to guess the man was older than 21, and younger than 40, and that was a good enough age range for him!



Jeremy paused in his thoughts. He mentally asked himself, what was that man a good enough age for, and he mentally replied to himself with an image of himself sucking the man's cock. He could envision his short stack girly body just lean down casually, and suck away at that shaft. It would need a good cleaning after using the bathroom, after all. Jeremy could feel his lips swell, and become pouty as he thought about the cock. His own shaft was quick to grow erect with those thoughts. "Mph...Yes...god..." he said quietly. He reached down underneath his shorts, and stroked his cock as he imagined taking that man's cock up his ass. What did the man even LOOK like? Jeremy didn't know, but Jeremy didn't care. He just needed a cock, ANY cock. His Adam's apple pushed inwards, and his small moans lightened in pitch as he masturbated in the bathroom.



The toilet flushed from the other stall, and the man began to walk away to wash his hands. Of course, he could pick up the sounds in the other stall, but he did his best to ignore it. It was a bathroom, and pained groans in stalls were a...thing after all, one he didn't particularly want to deal with firsthand.



Jeremy watched the footsteps walk away. His body was in a virtually uncontrollable lust. He needed that man's cock, he couldn't leave! "W-wait." He called out. "Please." His voice crackled, he sounded like a little kid going through puberty, but his body was anything but that. He looked like a short stacked woman, and as those nipples nearly poked through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel his cock leak cum at the thought of taking that man's own cock in his ass. He squeezed his anus at the sheer thought of taking the man. It was enough to make his own shaft leak with arousal. He wanted a good fuck, and he wanted a good fuck NOW. "I need some help in here." He said after a short delay, his voice now a bit higher pitched.



The man was hesitant, but he couldn't deny someone in need. He was a little surprised that the voice sounded rather womanly, but he didn't judge. Perhaps it was a trans, whatever the case, he made his way in front of the bathroom door. "You uh...need some toilet paper, or something?" he asked.



Jeremy was tall enough to at least lock, and unlock the bathroom stall door. He unlocked it and opened it up to reveal the man his short stack womanly shaped body. With the exception of the throbbing cock between his legs that visibly poked out of his tight shorts, he looked so much fully like a she. "N-no. I need your cock, and I need it BAD." Jeremy's voice began to ooze sex appeal as it lightened bit by bit into a womanly voice. He tried to do his best to control his lust for sex, but when he was in the men's bathroom, it was hard not to think about cocks. Cocks being exposed, even if just to use the toilet, were still cocks being exposed, and he found it incredibly hard to resist the temptation. He just had to suck a cock in a place where they were so often exposed so freely.



"I uh...I think I'm good." The thought of his cock getting sucked was tempting, he was a straight man after all, how could it not? But no, there had to be a catch. The man turned around, and quickly rushed out of the bathroom before Jeremy could say otherwise.



"N-no! Wait!" Jeremy leapt to try to catch the man, but he just landed on the cold bathroom tiled floor. "I need...I need..." he turned his head briefly to see two men in different urinals. While Jeremy couldn't see their cocks, he could imagine the two cocks just whipped out in the open so freely, and how they weren't being sucked felt so wrong. Still, the idea of those two cocks out, and sucking on both of them at the same time was more than enough to drive him over the edge, with a lewd womanly moan, he orgasmed in those shorts, right in front of the men.



Jeremy pumped his seed into his shorts, but he pumped more than just his sperm, but also all of his manliness with it. Whatever trace of his manhood emptied out into that one long, hard orgasm. His shorts grew wet with his seed as with each pump and pulse, his balls shrank into nothingness, but it didn't stop there. As he continued to cum, his cock shrank into a small clit, pump by pump, while his pussy opened up. Much like his cock, the new vagina he grew in that orgasm hugged tightly against those small shorts and showed it off. His shorts also showed off how wet they were, with his own semen.



The bathroom was quick to empty out at the sight of Jeremy. While it definitely was an attractive sight, it was still a woman in the men's room, and it just didn't seem right for the average man to be there. However, a not-so-average man walked in. This man was taller and chubbier compared to the other men. He stood at a good six feet tall, MUCH taller than she was, and he had a rough black beard and mustache. "What's going on in here?" He asked with a white muscle shirt and shorts.



Jeremy looked up at the man from the dirty floor. He could see those black jeans, huge boots, and belly. From where he...no, she currently was, she couldn't see the man's face. All Jeremy could think about was one thing that the man had, and that Jeremy wanted. "Need...cock..." she said quietly. It was an absolutely repulsive sight. She doubted the man was married, or even cared about women, but she was desperate. Mentally, she tried to fight, but the urge was too strong. It felt like an addiction to her. She wanted cock, she NEEDED cock. Once she could get her lust sated, maybe then she could think normally once more.



"All these guys go and leave a little girl alone in the bathroom like this." The large man reached down, and easily picked up Jeremy. It's not that the man was incredibly strong, it was more that Jeremy weighed only a bit more than a child at her height. "What's your name, little missy?" the big man asked while he carried her underneath her armpits into a small bathroom stall.



"J-Jer..." Jeremy paused. There was no way she could get by using her old name, it didn't make sense. She tried to think of what name DID make sense, but even her creativity was clouded by cocks. The man smelled filthy, and at the same time, she could smell that unwashed cock. It was something that her body needed so badly, just as soon as she could think of a proper name.



Ashley thought that her drawing looked 'okay' for her rushing it, but she had to think of some minor details for this short stack slut. "A name...let's see...oh! I got the perfect one." Ashley wrote something up on top of the paper, a name for that small bimbo she drew.



A name suddenly popped into Jeremy's head. "Jessica." She replied. The name alone, Jessica, had a good ring to it. If Jeremy was now truly a she, she thought to herself, why not just keep using that name? It was far better than 'Jeremy' ever was.



"Jessica, huh?" The man sat down on the toilet, and put her in his lap. "I'm just going to call you slut. Get right to work on our clothes slut, and I'll let you have my cock." The man didn't bother to even lock the bathroom stall, he didn't care if anyone saw.



Jessica was hesitant to do as the man asked. It would sate her needs, but she had to ask herself for a moment if she was truly so desperate. As she took a deep breath, she could smell the musk of the previous men in the stall, and the musk of the man in front of her. She could feel her cunt pulse with need, and pain with how desperately she needed to be filled. She unbuttoned the man's pants, and then pulled them down with his boxers to reveal that cock of his. Average in size, but to Jessica, it was large, and it was perfect. She could already taste the salty shaft around her lips. She could feel those same lips of hers plump up, but she ignored the sensations from the pumping up. She pulled her small shorts down, unable to see her cunt, but very much able to feel how wet she was with both the seed she came with earlier, and due to just arousal alone. She moved her body up onto the man, and pushed her sopping wet cunt, right onto that cock of his. "Y-yes..." she said quietly, with a lewd moan once her cunt met that cock.



"Ah...a good slut." The man's fingers reached around and stroked Jessica's huge tits. Her prominent nipples permanently erect, the man was easily able to find those nipples, and give them a tweak. His cock easily grew aroused in her wet, tight cunt. He moved his hips up and down as he thrusted his cock in her again and again.



Jessica gasped and moaned lewdly. Her cunt, despite being newly grown, felt so...experienced. Yet, due to her stature, it was still small and perfect for most cocks. Her pussy felt as if it was on fire, and she needed his seed to douse it. Her body itself also felt incredibly hot, and pleasured. Her cunt squeezed and released rhythmically, not that she knew how to have sex with that new pussy of hers, just that it was something she felt she should do that just felt natural. She could feel her body reach orgasm after orgasm, unlike a man, her body being able to orgasm multiple times. Each and every time she reached her orgasm, her body felt a little more sated, and she could feel herself more under her control with her addiction being sated.



Whether a blessing, or a curse, the man was quick to cum in her. Without any form of protection, pregnancy would have been a very realistic probability, had Ashley not put in protective measures earlier. The man's own orgasm was a good ten seconds, and once he was done, he was quick to pull her off of him. "Care to lick me clean, slut?" he asked, with a grin on his face. He was quick to recover from that short orgasm.



Jessica was finally able to recover from her own orgasms once the man pulled her off of him. Her pussy felt immediately empty when the cock was gone from it though, but her body felt sated with the seed at least. She desired more cock, but she could now at least keep these emotions under control. She took a brief moment to stare at the man and his now soaked crotch, wet with her orgasms, and his own. She was quick to pull her shorts up, and rush away. She didn't want to say no, but she definitely didn't want her body to keep inhaling that musk, and tempt her to say yes.



Ashley continued to draw that short stack character back at home. She had quite a few details written down. She wrote that the short stack was a nymphomaniac, that they had an absolute addiction to sex. She also wrote down other details. The short stack made suggestive gestures all the time, whether or not they were aware of it. The short stack also had an IQ below average, slutty bimbos didn't need to think, after all. "I wonder if she shouldn't even be able to read...eh...let's not make her THAT dumb." She did rework the clothing on the girl though, they simply weren't suggestive enough. She noticed the eraser didn't work too well though, and with a grimace, she just continued to draw.



Jessica rushed out of the men's bathroom. She was tempted to go into the women's bathroom, but she knew that, deep down, she was still male. She couldn't rush into that bathroom. She glanced around at the people all around the front of the store checking out, and how so many men, and even women, stared at Jessica. Jessica tried to not draw attention to herself, but as she walked, her hips swayed far more than normal with each step, and her ass stuck out behind her. She could feel her clothes shift and shrink on her again, but nobody seemed to panic, or otherwise react differently than they currently were. Jessica's shorts shrank so small that they looked more comparable to that of a thong than regular shorts. Her cunt was almost completely exposed underneath the fabric, while a single string rode up between her ass cheeks, and always put that ass on display. Her top became that of almost a tiny bra. It covered her nipples, but it didn't cover how hard and perky they were underneath. Her two nipples stuck out like a pitch in a tent, with the bra just barely hiding the areola.



Jessica couldn't believe how much skimpier her clothes became. She looked more as if she was ready for a day at the beach, not shopping! While her mind was still her own, she decided to fuck the shopping, and rush home. She raced outside without a second thought as to what happened to her wallet she had in those jeans. She didn't have a driver's license either, and as she raced to her car in red high heels, she also realized she didn't even have her car keys. Her clothing was simply too skimpy to hold anything, and she didn't even have a purse to stow away any valuables. "How am I going to get home now?!" she shouted, frustrated at how changed she had become. Her cell phone, her car keys, everything was gone and went who knew where. Here she was, a tiny short stack in skimpy clothes, unable to get home. She wondered briefly if the universe itself changed with her, and if so, how she could have even been put in a situation like this. How could she buy groceries with no money? How could she get to the store with no money? With a frustrated sigh, she decided to start walking in the direction home. Maybe she could hitchhike or something, she thought to herself. Getting a ride with a body like hers couldn't be THAT difficult. At the very least, it was warm outside, so being nearly as nude as she was, wasn't that uncomfortable.



Jessica couldn't stand more than a few minutes of walking in the new high heels though. She glanced down at those new heels, and noticed how high up the arch was. She didn't even remember getting them, yet there they were with the rest of her skimpy, sexy outfit. She was never going to make it home like this, but surely there was something she could do. She turned around, stuck her thumb out, and began to try to get a ride.



Ashley continued to draw that character, although now Ashley was now drawing the character into a furry one. She wasn't a fan of normal species though. Dogs, cats, they were all boring. She had to go with something unique, but what? She glanced at the television, and decided to go with the first animal she saw. As for the character she had now, the character didn't have pockets, or a purse, it was just a cartoon character after all. Plus, she made sure to include in the details of that character that they paid for EVERYTHING with sex. Groceries, car rides, pizza delivery, anything and everything the character paid with sex. Men, women, it didn't matter to her. Ashley saw an animal appear, and with a smile, she began to draw the animal traits on her drawing.



Jessica wasn't sure how long she spent trying to hitchhike. She knew it wasn't terribly long before a large truck honked from afar, and began to slow down while it headed towards her. Jessica stepped out of the side of the road so the truck could stop next to her. She stared at the beet red truck, and the small stairs that looked not so small for her. Step by step, she stepped up the stairs, and opened up the door.



Jessica was greeted with the strong smell of a musky large fat man. The man didn't have a beard and mustache, but he had a gut that went as far as his knees while he sat down, as well as a checkered red and white shirt. "Where you headed?" The man looked to be in his mid-30s, with a deep bass voice. It was clear the man washed himself with decent hygiene, but it didn't matter, when one sat in the same place for so long, their odors still got around.



"I ah..." Jessica wasn't even entirely sure at first. She was at a loss for this man. She stared down at his crotch. It was so tempting not to even say where she was going, she could just suck on this man's cock, and travel the world with him, fucking all kinds of men. The idea alone made her cunt wet again, and it was easily visible through her very skimpy black thong. Deep down though, she was still Jeremy. She fought the constant urge of sex long enough to give her address, and to close the door behind her. "If you don't mind giving me a ride there." she added, once she said where she lived. "Or if you could at least as close as you're able to get me there."



"Of course, I can get you right in front of your house." The man said, as he pressed on the gas, and began to drive the truck once more. "What are you doing, wearing such an outfit in public like that?"



Jessica had hoped the man would have asked for a price, to which she would have been glad to pay by sucking his cock. Hell, she wanted to suck her cock for free. "I don't know." She said quietly. It was the truth. One minute she was a normal man, and the next minute? She was a short stack woman who took a cock in the men's bathroom, without safety about whether or not she might even get pregnant from it.



"Well, I don't judge people based on what they wear." He casually shrugged, and turned the truck. "Your place isn't too far from here either, a good twenty minutes, and it's on the way."



"I do feel bad though, I don't have any money to pay." Jessica kicked off her high heels in the seat of the truck so large, that she couldn't even properly put her feet on the ground. Even if she could have somehow got to her car, she wouldn't have been able to reach the pedals and see. "But, perhaps there's another form of payment I can give to you?"



The man blushed lightly. A growing tent appeared in his pants. He actually did consider asking her to suck his cock. For some reason, it felt like the right thing to ask, as if she was made to pay for anything, and everything, with some form of sex, but he was a human, one that didn't want to take advantage of her. "I have a strong feeling that we're thinking of the same, perverted thing." He said, as he drove along. "I'm not going to say no to it, so if it's something you WANT to do, then do it."



Something about it just didn't feel right to Jessica too. It was as if the world itself wanted not just her to change, but the people around her, but they could resist such changes much easier than she could. At the sight of the tent, she felt something click within her. She reached down, and circled the top of that tent in his pants with a lone, manicured nail. "I want to, and I know you want to. You're not being as demanding as you want to though, so why don't you be a little...rougher, about it?"



The truck driver was a nice person, but when he was told to be rougher to her, something within him slowly pulled upward. She was a slut, a bimbo, whore, sexy slut. She was all forms of perverted, and then some. He should be rougher with her! "Suck my cock then." He said, in a normal tone. It was blunt, and straightforward, but with what she wanted, he felt as if he had to oblige.



"You can do better than THAT." Jessica slowly unzipped the trucker's pants, and shifted his underwear around to get that erect cock to poke out in the open. "Treat me like what I really am." Jessica heard a voice deep down that screamed at her to stop, that she was just making the situation worse, but she didn't care. She was getting cock, and she was getting it her way.



Maybe it was something that the trucker wanted to do, or maybe it was something with the world itself that adjusted to Jessica's changing, and Jessica's slut half just encouraged it. Whatever the case, the trucker drove with one hand, while his other hand reached around Jessica's head, and stroked her long hair. "Suck my fucking cock you slut. I want my full length in your mouth, and your tongue on my balls. Maybe if you make me cum, I'll drop you off at home."



Jessica's head slowly kneeled down to that exposed shaft. She glanced back up at the trucker, and swore he looked different. Did he always have a beard? She thought to herself. He now had a small shaggy brown beard and mustache, and looked a little less clean than before. Those thoughts were dismissed only moments after, as she kept starting at his shaft. The scent of his musk, and the appearance of that cock made it hard to think straight. Her mind was conflicted between so many thoughts, she thought it would just be easier to give in. She opened her mouth, and took the tip of the cock in. Her tongue swirled around the bottom of the length, and inch by inch, she made her way down the whole shaft, before she pulled up, and then back down. She could feel her entire body tingle with arousal and heat, and also a bit...itchy? She lost focus on whatever she thought was happening to her body though, as she slowly gave in, at least for that moment, to being the slut the world seemingly wanted her to be.



While she sucked the cock, small whiskers grew between her thick lips, and tiny nose. Her face pushed out into a very small muzzle, which just made taking that cock in her mouth much easier. Brown fur sprouted from all over her body, while her newly grown muzzle had a lighter brown. Her nose blackened, while her nails grew into small claws. She was slowly changing into an anthro, but she didn't care. Her mind was too far into the gutter to even notice the changes her body was going through.



The trucker didn't notice it either. He was still driving while his cock was being sucked, but also, like so many other people around Jessica, even had he looked down at her, he would not have thought anything strange. It was just a part otter short stack girl sucking his cock, so she could get a ride. She was a slut, this was how she paid for everything. "Keep going, don't stop until I cum." He said, as he drove past the exit to where she should have gotten off. He hadn't orgasmed yet, she didn't deserve to go home right now, at least, his new mindset told him as such.



Jessica continues to bob up and down on his shaft, while her clawed fingers reached underneath his pants, and played with his balls. Her toenails changed into claws for her feet, and small paw pads grew as her hands, and feet, became otter paws. Skin and fur stretched from finger to finger, and from toe to toe, to web her fingers and toes together. She could still use her fingers, but now they were webbed for much easier time swimming. A long otter tail pushed out easily, her thong didn't restrain any tail from growing in. The tail grew to three feet in length, massive on her tiny otter body, but she didn't care. She enjoyed the warmth of his crotch, the taste of his salty cock, and the smell of that musky cock. One hand reached between her legs, and fingered her small, otter cunt. She reached orgasm after orgasm, each orgasm made her briefly close her lips down tighter on that cock when she moved up and down. She was an expert at blowjobs, she had to be as the slut the world made her out to be, whether on the ground, or underwater. A clear set of eyelids appeared beneath her first set to allow her to close it, and see underwater easily. It made sex underwater just that much easier for her. Oh, how she wished she lived near an ocean. To take a cock in her cunt underwater just sounded so...pleasurable! The sheer brief idea from what brief ideas she had during the blowjob caused her to orgasm again.



It wasn't much longer before the man that she sucked cock from reached orgasm. His balls shook, his cock twitched, and he came in her mouth. Even during his orgasm, he was still able to pay attention to his driving. By now, he wasn't quite taking her back home though. He pulled the truck to the side of the road, and smiled down at her. "Mph...You're so good a slut, I thought we should take you somewhere else before we get you home." His truck wasn't that far from a pit stop. Plenty of other trucks were parked in a giant parking lot, and a small trailer sized diner sat quietly next to that huge lot.



Jessica swallowed that seed eagerly, and happily. As she did however, Jessica's mind became her own once more, as if getting cum in her allowed her to clear her mind of her nymphomania briefly. She pulled off of the man's cock with a grimace. She had to find a way to fix what was going on with her. She glanced back at her body, her short stack brown fur body with animal ears, a black nose, and a tail. She resembled an otter of sorts, a short stack otter. "But I really have to get home, now." She whined. Thankfully she no longer needed that cock. She did her best not to look at the man's crotch while she spoke though, as the scent of musk, and the sight of cum, seemed to easily turn her on.



"Hey, what are you in a rush for?" The man laughed as he turned off his truck. "I'm not going to force you, but it just seems like a whore such as yourself would really get a kick from this. Tell you what, walk in with me. If you don't like what you see, I'll take you home right after. Truckers promise."



Jessica's body shook lightly. It felt like some kind of test she had to go through, and she wasn't so sure she'd pass. "Okay." She said quietly, hesitantly. She got out of the truck, and walked up to the diner with him. It seemed like a fairly ordinary tiny diner, but with a lot of trucks parked next to it. She had to mentally ask herself, how bad could it possibly be?



The diner had a variety of small stools set up, with quiet music playing. Various stools up against a bar counter had various fat truckers lined up. The air smelled of a combination of musk, and food. The diner looked in decent condition, but old fashioned. It would have passed health inspection, but with a lower rating than most restaurants. 

A few of the truckers glanced over to the door upon the bell ringing when it opened.



Jessica stared at all of those truckers. All of them were men, and the scent of their musk was heavy. Such a sight should have meant nothing to her, but her pulsing, dripping cunt said otherwise. "Okay...I'm here...can we go now?" she asked quietly, as her heart beat faster.



"What's the rush?" The trucker said, right beside Jessica. He reached down, and squeezed that heart shaped ass of hers. "Maybe you can stick around. It is dinnertime, after all."



Dinnertime, god the idea of sucking off so many cocks that she could get full off of cum sounded so HOT. Jessica blushed at the thought she picked up. She loathed this new mindset, and the more musk she smelled, the more she thought of men. The more she thought of men, the more aroused she became. She knew this should have been impossible. She just went grocery shopping one minute, and now she was at a tiny diner with so many men that she actually thought about fucking so many of them. "N-no. I-I have to go to the bathroom!" Jessica pushed her nympho thoughts behind her, and raced into the tiny diner bathroom.



The bathroom was a single stall, both men and women used it. Thankfully, it was empty, but the scent of musk, both men and women, were still incredibly powerful in that bathroom. Inside the lone stall was graffiti of all different kinds, largely provocative.



Jessica gulped as she got into the bathroom. It reminded her of the situation at the grocery store, except now she was in a single bathroom, one for both men and women. She could smell the musk of so many other people that had used the bathroom, and it just turned her on more.



Moments after she got into the bathroom, the door opened to reveal another trucker. The details for Jessica were hard to pinpoint. It was a clearly male trucker, and the trucker immediately whipped out his cock. "I heard you'll ride this for free. Care to demonstrate?" the man asked, with a wicked grin on his face. "Feel free to say no."



Jessica looked past the man over at the door. There was no way she was getting to the door without touching him. While the man said she was free to say no, she knew she was going to find it hard to do so. She imagined the first trucker told all of his friends, and now she just knew that she was going to have a very long night ahead of her.



It was almost 11 PM by the time the truck dropped by in front of Jessica's house. She stepped out with a wobble. Her body trembled, and she smelled heavily of musk, sweat, and cum. Dried cum stains were visible on her lips, her crotch, and her asshole. She shakily approached the door, and tried the knob. She let out a small sigh, as she couldn't open the door. She knocked on it, with her otter tail that swayed behind her. It was a solemn moment after she had spent hours in a bathroom of a diner. The things she did in there sated her, but she felt so humiliated. She was now under control of her body at the very least, and without a cock around, or the scent of musk, she finally felt like she was under her own control.



Ashley had finished the drawing quite a bit ago, and she was just casually watching television. Upon hearing the door knock, she looked up at the time. "Is that really Jeremy? What has he been doing all day?" She was a little worried about him, but they were both adults, they could take care of themselves. It was an incredibly long time to spend grocery shopping, though! Ashley walked up to the door, and opened it. She had to look down, and she saw a very busty short stack otter woman. "Uh," the otter resembled the picture she drew, although the eyes of the otter looked familiar. "Can I help you miss?"



"It's me, Jeremy!" The short otter replied. Even she knew that would be hard to believe though. "I went to the grocery store and I changed into this. I would have called, but I lost my cell phone, my car keys, everything when I changed into this!" She decided to talk about some things that only Jeremy would know. His birthday, her birthday, her favorite color, and then she added. "Big Elephant Sized Skunk Butt." A phrase Jeremy said a long time ago. Jessica couldn't remember what the phrase was from, but she knew it was a pretty unique one that she had said awhile back.



At first, Ashley was unsure, but when the short otter began to talk about birthdays, she was ready to call the police about a stalker. It was when Jessica mentioned 'Big Elephant Sized Skunk Butt' that she knew, only Jeremy would have ever said such a crazy thing. "How did you become that otter?" Ashley opened the door wide enough for Jeremy to enter. "And...What happened to you? You smell all...ugh...like a dirty men's bathroom."



"It's a LONG story. My name is also Jessica, at least that's what my head told me." Jessica said, as she walked in. Her long tail dragged in behind her. "I don't know what happened. One minute I'm shopping, the next I became this, and I'm obsessed with co-" Jessica paused. She didn't want to even say the word. She didn't want to arouse herself with even the thought of it. "Man parts."



"You look like the drawing I made for you." Ashley closed the door behind her, with a grimace on her face. "I mean, just a LOT more realistic. I even had a personality for her made that she was a total nymphomaniac, turned up to the 11 on the addiction, and it's how she pays for everything, since she has no purse or wallet or anything like that with her skimpy clothes."



"Sounds about right for my situation." Jessica grumbled. "Where is the drawing, and also your pencils? Maybe if we use them and change the drawing, we can fix this whole mess."



"That's the thing..." Ashley said quietly. "Once I finished the drawing, I tried to make some finishing touches, but the pencils just kept breaking. I got frustrated, and threw the pencils away. The garbage men also arrived moments after I threw the pencils away, and apologized for their lateness. They said something about an otter at a diner delayed them from being on time."



Jessica blushed deeply at that. She knew far too well about the otter at the diner. "So I'm...stuck like this?" She looked at her brown furry body. Her massive tits bobbed up and down, even when she wasn't walking. Her ass so big, that a pair of normal sized hands had problems holding her cheeks. Her long tail that dragged behind her, as well as her short legs, arms, and body in general. Jessica rushed to the computer to try to find the website where she got the pencils from, but the website loaded with an error, stating the server was for sale. "No..." Jessica said quietly. "No!" No matter how many times she hit refresh, it was the same thing. The website that sold the pencils was gone, as were her chances of getting back to normal.



"I'm sorry. I can try using the computer since uhm..." she noticed Jessica had to stand on the computer chair to actually type adequately, and they had no booster seats of the ilk to help her out. "...you seem to be having issues."



With a frustrated sigh, Jessica hopped down. "Yeah..." she simply said. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Holy crap it's late for someone to be here. Did you order something Ashley?"



Ashley nodded at the computer. "Yeah, just a pizza, you mind signing for it? I'm going to find out what I can about this website. Maybe they changed up the link."



"Sure thing." Jessica walked over to the door, and opened it up. She spotted the delivery man, a simple pizza delivery man, with a pizza in hand. She briefly wondered if Ashley ordered a late night pizza, but she was too focused on that crotch between the man's legs. She didn't even focus on any details about his body, his eye color, his clothes, nothing. It was all about the man's cock that she cared for.



"Hey, I got a pepperoni pizza." The man said, casually. He appeared roughly 19 years of age, with a white shirt and khakis. He had a small button on his shirt that said the pizza place he came from. He looked down at Jessica, and a tent in his pants soon became visible. He was at work, he had to try to resist his urges, but for some reason, it felt incredibly hard to around this short stack otter girl. Her tits were absolutely massive, as was her ass. Her frame was tiny, but it mattered little. "For uh... $17.80."



Something clicked in Jessica's mind as she saw that tent slowly appear between the man's legs. There was the scent of pizza, but she could smell the scent of his musk, as his crotch was nearly at eye level. With Ashley busy on the computer, Jessica smiled up at the man. "Oh my. Well, unfortunately I have no money on me, as you can see, but perhaps there's some...other way I can pay?" Jessica's web paws grabbed the man's hands, and with strength she should not have been able to possess, pulled him inside. She closed the door with her otter tail, with a wicked grin on her face. The sheer sight of the man, and the tent in his pants, brought her lust up again, and she was eager to sate it. It was a completely different personality of Jessica's, but the sight of a man's crotch was enough to put her normal state of mind on the backburner, and bring out the sexy, slutty bimbo otter she was built to be.

