Another classic tale of a wish gone wrong. No one has a perfect life, and changing it to attempt to be better can often be risky, and take plenty of time, and money. Why go through all that effort when you can merely wish for it? You just have to be careful about your choice of words, otherwise you might find yourself fulfilling someone else’s wish too.

I almost wish I was the coach in this story, but alas I know I cannot always be the only one having fun on the recently transformed. Well, perhaps there’s next time. Just as I know you may as well too want to be the recently transformed. Mayhaps we can do a little roleplay after you’re done with this story? I’d love a little bunny breeder bitch.

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“GOOOOAAAALLLL!” The crowd cheered as the black and white ball slammed into the net, only briefly brushing along the goalie’s fingertips. Erakir, a moogle just in college, watched with his blue pompom dangling in front of his face and wings folded as a scorbunny waved his hands in the air with a huge grin on his face. That moogle swore the scorbunny was looking precisely at him as he cheered from his recent goal.

“I get it, you beat me in the last game.” Erakir mumbled. He grabbed his books and stood up. He walked through the crowd of Pokemon, moogles, humans, and so much more as he made his way out from the stands to return to his dorm. As he marched along away from the crowd and into the silent university, he momentarily paused to look at his phone and notice his message from his coach, a cinderace that must have been well into his 40s, ridiculing him for his plays and demanding he stay late for additional practice. “I’m not bound for sports or sport related activities.” He waved his hand, opening up the door in front of him without touching it. “But I do wish I could make that coach happy.” He paused. “With or without becoming better at soccer. It’s just a sport at the end of the day, and I swear those Pokemon obsess over it as if it’s their livelihood.”

The night was spent doing what that college moogle did best, studying. His phone vibrated repeatedly from the coach demanding he come in to practice and talk more about plays with the rest of his team, but he just let it go. “I’ll see you tomorrow when I’m scheduled to, and not a moment earlier.” He muttered.

The night went by quickly for the young moogle. He went to bed and dreamt about soccer, plenty of soccer with a berating coach towering over him. However, as he saw that big scorbunny wearing his short shorts, the same thing he had been wearing almost all the time, Erkair’s eyes widened as the coach suddenly pulled down those shorts and revealed a shaft, a big throbbing cock that swung down to the Pokémon’s knees, white in color with a beady red tip ready to be sucked. Erakir’s jaw dropped at the sight of that shaft, and two huge giant balls to go with it. With that mouth propped open, he found himself slowly inching forward. The heat from the cinderace radiated with such passion and raw strength that the moogle fell to his knees, just taking that big huge thick throbbing cock into his maw before…

*DING DING DING DING*

Just as quick as the night went for the moogle, so too did the dream and his day began. He reached up and swiftly tried smacking the alarm, only to find his paw struck the desk itself. One shift later, he turned off the alarm and stood up before briefly pausing. Something about merely the act of standing felt so…off. Moreover, despite going to bed naked and throwing the bed sheets off his frame, he had a burning heat in his body, a strong desire. He looked down and saw his shaft, so much smaller and pathetic compared to the one the coach had in his dreams. God, he smacked his lips, swearing he still had the taste of that meat stick, even if it was all purely his imagination. 

“I wonder if cinderaces have big giant thick paw pads. Heh…” He pulled up his paws, so tiny in comparison to a bunny pokemon’s own, yet flexible just enough to brush it along his white shaft. “Imagine if I were a cinderace. I’d give that cock one hell of a paw job for my warmups, and then after, clean him off to serve as my ‘energy drink.’”

The thought alone was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He pictured that big buff body, that massive throbbing cock. His body didn’t feel right at all, yet any thought of bizarre sensations he experienced melted away imagining that big buff coach. He had a few classes to attend before practice, though he knew he couldn’t focus with this raging hard on and the thought of that big buff cinderace with a cock so big it could serve as a third leg!

“Fuck it.” That Pokemon was an aggressive jerk. He tried to remember how bad his coach behaved, how much that Pokemon mistreated him during practice. Had he not needed soccer for college, he never would have bothered taking it, yet now the only thing on his brain right now was to pleasure that coach, and himself. He fell back into bed before opening up his phone and pulling up his photos. He had never taken any of the coach alone, but one quick zoom in and he saw the real coach. A buff and powerful cinderace male wearing a yellow shirt over his fur and his iconic shorts hiding a bulge, right in that photograph. Erakir zoomed in on that round bulge as he stroked himself again and again, feeling himself leak hints of pre. He sealed his eyes once more before thrusting forward, unleashing a small, but powerful orgasm from his furry testicles, unleashing wave after wave of moogle cum..

One massive round of run later, Erakir raised his head with his eyes glazed and his pompom strangely no longer in his vision. He reached up to try to touch it, only to no longer be able to feel it? His post-orgasm clarity kicked in and now he got up and rushed to the bathroom. “My…my signature look…what?” He was still tired, but he had to see what was going on. Not only with the pompom, but with his growing heat, his sense of vertigo, and as his feet slammed on the ground, there was another issue quickly growing.

In the bathroom, Erakir usually used a step stool or let his wings carry him up. Today he realized he barely needed a step stool to get to that mirror above the sink to see that his pompom was gone! He looked back at the bed through the open bathroom door, wondering where it could have possibly gone! He was a moogle without the signature icon dangling above him! Moreover he was a much larger moogle, at least a foot and a half taller than before which was how he was able to see himself so much easier in the mirror, yet that wasn’t the only thing different. His pawpad feet had grown outwards, purely by a few inches, but he knew that his shoes were not going to fit. The last change was quite possibly the biggest, literally, as he turned and spotted an ass more than doubled it’s former size, a perfect squishy behind, something he lacked before, but now it was thick enough for a small cock to have a fun time with, no penetration necessary!

“What the hell happened to me?” The young moogle looked over his body in disbelief. He then turned his attention to something else. After cleaning himself up and walking out of the bathroom, he opened up his closet and pulled out his green soccer uniform. The shirt managed to fit nice and snug with only a hint of tightness around the chest and exposing his midriff. His shorts however, after putting them on, made him realize just how much his ass bounced freely in them. Moreover, thanks to his increased size and bigger hips, the bottom of his furry ass was well exposed for anyone that so much as glanced at him. “I can’t go to practice like this!”

Yet, he knew he had to. He had to make that stupid sexy man coach happy. The thought of him excited his body yet again and caused his shaft to push against those already tight shorts, though not stretching out the front nearly as much as before. He would grin and bear the tightness of this outfit, if only to see that big man again.

One march off to the soccer field later, unable to fly with his small wings anymore thanks to his badonkadonk, Erakir found himself in the lineup of several other college-goers, all around the same age as he, and many of them looking at the moogle. Of course, there were other moogles in this lineup, and normally the lineup was done by height, but as he stood in place with his ass seemingly bouncing up and down behind him, he stuck out like the behind he possessed. He brought a bag of his other clothes with him as well, skipping the locker room entirely since he came mostly ready.

“Men! MOST of you did well.” The coach announced as he stepped onto the scene from behind the bleachers. The big buff cinderace was nearly as big as Erakir had pictured him in his dreams, though unlike his mind, that cock was well hidden. “But a few of you…” He paused at Erakir, looking down at the moogle. “What the hell happened to you, boy?”

‘God. We’re not in the military. It’s a soccer game. In college.’ Erakir had his usual mental scoff, though he couldn’t keep his eyes off the cinderace’s crotch, something so conveniently located right at eye level now. “I don't know. I woke up like this.” He replied honestly, keeping his blush hidden and his eyes locked onto that crotch.

“You need a new uniform, stat!” The cinderace looked over to the rest of the players. “The rest of you, get to practicing, but you small fry, come with me.” He turned around and walked away towards the building, right back to the changing rooms.

With a deep sigh, Erakir grabbed his belongings and followed the coach the short distance back to the college right through the set of double doors with a lone slam of those doors as they walked into the college once more, into a small hallway, and then to the changing room. Another slam later, and now the duo were now surrounded by lockers, benches, with showers and toilets off to the side. The faint scent of musk was still evident from the previous soccer players inside not moments ago. He tried to keep his inhibitions to himself, but that growing cock between his legs betrayed him. Deep down, another reason he avoided the changing room early was purely to avoid the coach seeing him naked. He didn’t want that big buff arrogant cinderace to see him nude, that would arouse him so much!

“I gotta admit, I’ve never seen a moogle grow like that before.” The cinderace commented. With a click and a twist, he opened up a door to the small office he had in each locker room, complete with glass windows to allow him to see what was going on. “What size are you now? Do you even know?”

Erakir followed the coach from behind and bit his lip at the sight of the back of the coach. His shorts rrrippppped open as his erection became too much, showing off his big furry ass to anyone who so much as glanced in his general direction and, based on the coach’s ears, Erakir wasn’t the only one that knew what happened.

The big buff tall sexy cinerace turned around, spotting a blushing Erakir. “What the hell am I going to do with you? You screw up so many soccer games and now you’re ripping out of your own clothes.” He sat down with a light groan. “I wish you knew what I had to go through.”

The moogle felt as if the entire world spun around him. He fell to his knees right in front of the cinderace, letting his shorts fly off him and show off that bare ass and much smaller, but still erect cock. “I…oohn…” He slowly stood up before stumbling and leaning onto the viewing panel. “I don’t know sir. I’m not…I’m not feeling too good. Can I just…can I stay here for practice? We can talk about it once you’re done.” He wasn’t able to lock eyes on that pokemon. Seeing such a huge sexy creature with a cock begging to be inserted into something? It was too much for him. “You can…you can leave a few outfits out and I can try them on.” He clutched his stomach as a feeling of unease washed over him.

“Right…” The cinderace slowly nodded as he looked down at that moogle with big eyes. “Alright. Fine, stay here and find something. Take it easy, I’ll be back in a bit.” He took his keys and left the office locker room, leaving the door open to the lockers but slamming the door out, muttering something about moogles and magic along the way.

Erakir let out a sigh of relief once that coach left, but at the same time, he half kicked himself for not taking that time for going down on that buff DILF cinderace. The pokemon didn’t even grab new clothing for the moogle to try on! Still, eager to find something to please him with, he pulled off his shirt right as the armpits tore off and dug through the cinderace’s belongings to try to find another outfit.

While digging through his belongings, Erakir pulled out not clothing, but a photo. “Huh? Must be him and his wife…” He couldn’t help himself. He took one look at that photo, one simple glance…
And then paused.

While in the photo he spotted the big buff cinderace and a smaller scorbunny pokemon, he also saw himself in that photo, himself wearing a pink sports training bra and black pants, almost as if he were a woman. “I don’t…was I there for that photo?” How could that have been possible? He knew he had just met this coach in college! …right? The man was so arrogant and… such a sexy lay. His eye turned back to the photo of the cinderace. He leaned back on a squeaky chair, slowly stroking his now nub of a cock. “I don’t know what’s happening, but…god…why do I like it?” The heat in his body began to burn brightly once more.

Digging through more containers, Erakir pulled out a pair of shorts, noting the same kind the cinderace always wore. “F-fuck…of course he has extra pairs.” He moved them down to his crotch and rubbed it along his dick while looking at the photo. The chair he sat on creaked loudly as he moved up down, visualizing that naked coach in his mind, spotting that huge massive thick white furry cock with burning red tip. He swore that it wasn’t just in his mind that he felt it, but that he actually had been fucked by it before, but that shouldn’t have been possible. His feet twisted and toes curled, swaying back and forth as he continued stroking himself through the coach’s shorts. He knew this was so wrong, that if he came all over them, he’d have to come up with one hell of a story…
But he didn’t care.

As Erakir continued to masturbate and close his eyes, his body grew and swelled. His paws stretched outwards and downwards, soon touching the cold ground. His ass spilled over the small chair he sat in while his wings pulled into his body, vanishing along that changing fattening shape of his. He continued to visualize the coach’s body, and the more he saw it, the more he saw the duo in bed, fucking one another like the literal rabbits they were designed after, complete with a burning lust for one another with playing soccer on the side. Of course, Erakir was never as good as the coach in terms of sports, but he had…other redeeming factors! He just… couldn’t think of what. His cock shrank down little by little before unleashing a soft and sudden spurt onto the clothing he was using to stroke himself with. His furry testicles emptying themselves onto the coach’s attire as his shaft sunk inwards, yet Erakir continued. No longer was he stroking himself, but as his dick pushed inward and balls vanished, he found himself fingering a wettening slick hot cunt, begging for the very thing he lost not a moment ago.

Orgasm after orgasm, by the time Erakir’s fun run was over, his body had completely changed. He was no longer so short, but measuring five feet in height. Still small, but nowhere near his original moogle form. His ears, still super long, but any trace of blue on his body was gone, replaced by a fiery red. His fur still pristine and white, though he was now very chubby, complete with two ‘moobs’ that looked far larger than just filled with fat. He was almost qualified to be a chubby shortstack, complete with two big thick paws for rubbing and playing. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at his new chest and taut belly. A wave of shock flew into his mind, though he was hardly able to process it. He then raised the shorts he masturbated with, covered with a small layer of cum, and now several other liquids from his new feminine vagina. He tossed the shorts aside and set the photo down before unleashing a soft sigh. “Nothing will fit me here now…god…I’m still so horny. I need a dick.” His voice cracked repeatedly, each time raising in pitch. Not only was he taller and fatter, but it also was as if the wind had been knocked out of him, his youthful demeanor no longer in his face, but instead signs of laugh lines from age.

After some time, the coach returned, but froze at the sight of the big chubby moogle/bunny mixture sitting in front of him, seemingly masturbating without a care in the world. “What the hell is going on?” The cinderace demanded. “Who the fuck are you?”

The moment Erakir heard that question, his mind went blank. Who was he? He raised his furry hand and saw that slick white furry paw. He then noticed his breast, having pushed outwards but their growth seemingly stopped. Still, such a body he possessed was hardly that of a man would have. “Um…” As he raised his eyes, he froze once more. The photo from before that had his picture in it still had it, but now in his modified body. He was visibly much shorter than the cinderace, only a bit taller than cock sucking height, yet it was undeniable that he was in that picture. How could he have forgotten?
And how could the cinderace have forgotten?
“Don’t you remember?” Erakir truthfully didn’t, but he went with what felt right, and fuck…this definitely did. “I’m your wife!” He turned and stood up, showing off that naked chubby body to the strong buff cinderace. “Danny! I’m your loving and caring wife, come here to help you with all those soccer players!” Erakir didn’t even know the cinderace by his first name! The cinderace always just wanted to be called ‘sir.’

“Danny? What? I remember I left you in here and…” The cinderace rubbed his head with a confused look on his face. As he turned to the photo and back to her, he smiled slightly. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you’re sitting here naked and wet. I thought I told you to get a uniform on.”

Erakir slowly shrugged. Her mind ran as fast as she could with that new body, a few steps and sweating hard from exhaustion. “I don’t know either Danny, but I feel like we know each other? Like…” She paused. She swore she used to refer to herself as a male at some point, but that couldn’t be true. No, ever since she was young she was a female. She just evolved a few times was all. From a young scorbunny to that big cinderace with some moogle in her blood. “We’ve been married for a long time and I’m…super hot and needy.” She stepped forward before bending down onto the desk with her feet on the ground. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing off her slick wet cunt so hot that steam escaped from it, purely something a fire type pokemon like herself in heat could do.

Danny looked at the strange small chubby creature with confusion, but he wasn’t going to say no to that. He already had a growing tent in his pants, and it had to come out. Plus, this creature being his wife sounded…oddly right. He had spent a long time with her. “Is that right? You’re already hot and wet, but I’m not even close to that yet. Perhaps you can help me prepare?” He turned to the door of the locker room before looking back at her with a chuckle. “Fuck. Why does this feel familiar?”

“We’ve only done this so many times!” Erakir replied without hesitation. Yes, the more she was around him, the more things felt so right. The lust grew in the blue colored eyes of this pokemon/moogle hybrid. She got off the desk and slid her ass down along the small shorts of that teacher before turning around and grabbing the clothing. With no hesitation on her part, she took them off and let that big white shaft pop out into freedom! That huge white cock with the red tip and massive balls. While not overly large as the one in her dreams, her eyes grew huge and jaw dropped, eagerly waiting and watering at the sight of that cock. Yes, she has seen this shaft before, she’s taken that cock before in her cunt, her ass, her mouth, even pawjobs, which the teacher adored the most after a long hard day! She gently grabbed the shaft with one hand while pulling her face up to it. She let out her tongue and slowly licked it from the base, all the way to the tip. A cock, Danny’s cock, a shaft she had not tasted since… Well, part of her said she never had that thing in her mouth, but another part of her said it must have been a whopping one whole day. 

Danny placed a paw on Erakir’s head and shuddered. “Uhhnn…” This felt so right, yet at the same time, Erakir’s body didn’t appear right. He had a wife, he couldn’t deny that, but was there really any moogle in them? “Heh…my girl is impatient, isn’t she? Get back on that desk. Let’s get another egg in you.”

Another egg? Yes, of course. They had at least one child in the soccer team! She bent back down and spread her huge ass cheeks, showing off that hot wet eager vagina for that coach. Her body continued shifting and changing bit by bit, but this was hardly something she was paying attention to, let alone caring about. Moogles…yes, she had them in her bloodline, but they were distant. No, she was almost a pureblood cinderace! A big busty one at that. Even as she rested on this desk her huge fat tits plopped down and spread slightly along the sides, tits with nipples aching to be suckled on!

Erakir’s hands gripped the end of the desk she laid upon the moment she felt that huge cock push against her new nether folds. The cock was so giant, so perfect as it spread her velvet curtain apart, slowly making it’s way inside of her. Her large moogle, no, rabbit ears flickered as she heard the light sounds of cracking as her body continued to shift, gaining more height, weight, and age to her frame, but such a thing was easily ignorable. Whatever went on with her body was nothing in comparison to receiving cinderace cock!

Danny’s shaft slid in so perfectly, so wonderfully in that delicate shaft. He remained unchanged, but with every thrust, every pump of his cock, that ass grew a little plumper and rounder. Orange fur grew along that rear while black and red along the legs of that changing cinderace. She developed the perfect breeder hips to birth so many pokemon at her wonderful age of 30…thrust…32…another thrust of that dick into those vaginal folds, 36…Erakir lost day after day of her life to the sex, but each time, new memories were added not to just her, but to Danny. Yes, this felt so right, making love to his wife while the kids practiced away, blissfully unaware what went on inside the locker room. Sometimes it was a quickie with Erakir’s plump lips, other times it would be a slow and steady oral, a handjob, and those footjobs. A footjob with a cinderace was a wonderful experience with those huge giant paws wrapping so blissfully around his thick shaft.

Erakir didn’t question what was going on as her body swelled and grew. It was the body she was meant to have, the body she did have all along! She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan, a feminine moan with her new voice. “F-fuck yes.” She let out quietly. She reopened her eyes, now with a fiery red iris and grinned as her cunt squeezed that cock so lovingly. One thing that wasn’t clear was her name, yet with another thrust, it became clear. “Breed me, breed this egg slut.” She quivered, her many fat layers shaking with her. “Breed Tama!” Tama, yes, her nickname. Her real name was Tamara, but she had it shortened to Tama, and often teased it wasn’t short for Tamara, but Tamago, and that she needed to be filled with many more tamago, eggs. 

Danny thrust one more time and clutched Tama’s waist tightly. His seed soon flooded Tama’s new sex, filling her with his seed. One last memory filled their minds. Tama’s latest child, and how she wasn’t pregnant with any eggs now, but how she so desired to be. Moreover, the two of them were very compatible breeders! He kissed Tama deeply, slipping in tongue as he came. Whatever was left of the ‘moogle’ during that strong orgasm was gone. All that remained was a sexy busty chubby MILF cinderace. One that had to be stuffed with seed at all times!

Tama pushed her ass back against Danny, nearly causing him to fall over and kissed back just as happily. Yes, this was her life. Whatever the fuck a moo- it didn’t matter what that species was actually, she didn’t even know the name, it sounded silly, like one of the coach’s students that surely didn’t perform well. She went through an orgasm at the exact same time as the coach, holding him lovingly while squeezing that cock for every drop of cum it had before she broke the kiss. She was still shorter than he, but only by a foot now. “Mmm…we should go check on the kids now, dear.” Her eyes fluttered with a look of lust in her eyes. She desired more, but not now. They had a practice to finish. “We can have more fun later tonight.” She added.

“Of course.” Dan pulled his shaft out, slick with seed and Tama’s love. He gave it a quick wipe before putting on his pants. “Go ahead and wait in the car for me, I won’t be long. Just be sure to have that mouth ready for the drive home.”

Tama licked her lips hungrily. She slipped on another pair of shorts that… simply happened to pop up seemingly from nowhere, she didn’t question it. Her ass barely fit in them, bouncing into place as she snapped them on. “Of course my love.” With one more kiss, Tama walked off with a grin on her face.

A few days later…

“GOOOOAAAALLLL!” The crowd cheered as the black and white ball slammed into the net, only briefly brushing along the goalie’s fingertips. The scorbunny that shot that goal waved his hands in the air wildly with a happy dance. He waved to the crowd with an oversized blue shirt on, happily enjoying his favorite game with his dad, Dan, watching from the sidelines with a satisfied look on his face.

There was not a single moogle in sight. There was however, a happy big busty cinderace sitting right up front waving two flags happily, flags with the scorbunny’s face on it. This cinderace was very clearly pregnant, ready to pop with more eggs at any moment, and definitely more than one clutch at that. One could only guess how full she was though, as her weight added onto the appearance of her heavily pregnant body. She didn’t care though. She was there happy to cheer for her son while wearing an oversized shirt herself, though she still wore small shorts that did little to hide her ass.
Strangely, her son talked about a moogle from before that was so bad at soccer, not something Tama could remember, but that moogle sounded like a loser anyway. Tama was more than happy for her son, and also so pleased at all the time she could spend with her husband, Dan.
