Brandon woke up on what felt like a normal every other day. He grabbed the glasses from the nightstand, and slowly sat up. He felt as if he had a bit of a hangover, but he knew he didn't go drinking last night. He grabbed his phone, and looked at the date.

"Mother's day already." Brandon sighed. He sent his mother a card a week ago regarding the date. He wasn't distant with her, but he wasn't one to go out and eat at fancy places with her either. "Guess I should call her too." He chuckled. "It's as they say, you should call your mother once in a while, and ESPECIALLY on mother's day."

The phone went to voicemail after a few rings. "Hey mom, I just called to wish you a happy mother's day. I hope you got the card I sent. I don't really have the money to go anywhere fancy, but if you wanted to do anything special, then let me know. Thanks, bye." Brandon hung up the phone, and sighed. "What to do today?" he glanced at his computer placed in his room, not far from his bed. "I guess we'll do the same thing we do every other day until I'm told otherwise."

Brandon turned on his computer and checked his emails. He noticed there was the usual spam about mother's day specials, but he wasn't interested in that. He checked his messages on his IM, and noticed there was a message from someone that had an upside down question mark for an icon. Brandon didn't have anyone on his friends list that had the icon. He figured it was just more spam, and checked the message.
"Happy Mother's Day!"

"That's it?" Brandon felt a shiver down his spine as he read it for an unexplained reason. He brushed his dark hair back, and swore he felt it down on his shoulders, though he knew his hair wasn't that long. "Okay, I guess." He paid little attention to the message. He didn't even bother to respond to it, though he couldn't deny he felt stranger than he should have after seeing the message.

Brandon tried to go about his day as normal, but there was another message from the same user. Brandon hated seeing notifications on his messenger, so he checked it again, and it was a new message, but the exact same text.
"Happy Mother's Day!"

Brandon rolled his eyes. Now the message was getting annoying. "Thanks." He replied before he went about his own business. He thought the message could have been a virus, but there was no link to click. He felt strange again, and brushed his pajama-covered legs. His legs felt colder than before, as did his arms. He glanced down briefly at his tanned arms, and noticed there was a lack of body hair. "Huh, I don't remember shaving my arms." He mumbled. He didn't think too much about it though. It was strange, but it was nothing concerning.

Less than an hour later, there was another message from the same person Brandon got a few times already. The first time was unexpected, the second time was a bit irritating, but now it was just annoying. He opened up the message, read the exact same "Happy Mother's Day!" note, and then decided to reply. "Do I know you?"
Brandon shifted a bit in his seat. He felt an uncomfortable sensation down at his rear, and he felt a strange odd arousal between his legs. He could only assume he was just horny. It happened now and then to everyone. 'Just ignore it, and it'll go away.' He thought to himself. 'Both the erection, and this person if they don't respond.'

Brandon watched the message window for a moment. After a few minutes when he noticed the person didn't type anything, he closed the window, and went about his own business. A good thirty minutes later though, he got a message from the person. He checked it, and noticed it said the exact same thing. "Happy Mother's Day."
By now, Brandon had enough. "Okay, that's it." He clicked on the username and blocked the user from sending any more messages. 

Brandon's erection throbbed again, and he just rolled his eyes. "I'm just not...not paying attention to you." He didn't have time for it. He hopped off his computer, and began his housework. He picked up his table near his computer, as well as the dishes, vacuumed, and other kinds of housework to distract him from the annoyance of getting messages from strangers, and his strange erection. He figured if he couldn't get rid of it eventually, he'd just give in, but he wanted to do something to feel productive first. 

Despite doing various different things around the house, the messages from the stranger nagged him in the back of his mind, and his erection bothered him between his legs. He finished everything he wanted to do around the house after a good hour, and when he took a seat back down, his erection continued to bug him, and he noticed there was a message from the exact same person from before, the person he knew he blocked. "Okay, that's just creepy."

Brandon knew the messenger couldn't duplicate names. A person could probably delete their profile and then recreate it to get off an ignored list, but that would have been a lot of trouble to go through just to message one person, especially the same message over and over again. He opened up the message, and just like every other time the message read "Happy Mother's Day!"

Brandon felt a sudden surge between his legs. He couldn't explain why it was, but it felt as if he had just looked at a 'very' good pornography. His shaft felt so close to orgasm already, and he didn't even do anything to provoke it. "Why are you messaging me this all the time?" He typed to the stranger.
After a few minutes of waiting for a reply, Brandon closed the window. "Ugh, fuck it. I have to get rid of this stupid erection." He was just about to open up a website, but he heard a ding from his messenger. He checked the message to find it was from the same person, but he was hesitant to see what it said. "He replied faster, but this is already creepy as it is." He checked the message, and rolled his eyes.
"Happy Mother's Day!" appeared yet again. 

As Brandon read the message, he felt another surge between his legs, and couldn't hold back. It felt as if he just saw some of the best pornography he had seen, and he orgasmed. His legs stiffened, he leaned back in his chair, and he moaned quietly as he came in his pants, soaking it with his seed. He panted heavily as he looked at the message, and then down at his wet crotch. "Ugh, I can't believe I just did that." he knew orgasming from thoughts was possible, but he never, coincidentally speaking, imagined himself doing such a thing. His body felt a bit weak, but after a sudden orgasm, he wasn't surprised.

Brandon took a moment to recover. He took a few deep breaths as his cock finally softened; unaware it shrank significantly, at least until he could focus again.

"Ugh, that was weird." Brandon mumbled. He looked down at his body, and he swore it looked more feminine than before. His hair brushed in front of his head, and he knew it didn't used to be that long. "What's going on?" He stood up, and wobbled a bit. He walked over to the mirror placed in his bathroom, and undressed. He had to change clothes and clean himself up after orgasming in his pants anyways. 

Brandon stared at his body in the mirror. His black hair was undeniably longer and smoother. He lacked leg and arm hair, and his body looked more feminine than he remembered. On top of all of that, the cock between his legs, the one that just orgasmed, was smaller, even with the testicles. "This is too weird. It's like one of those stories that involve a man becoming a woman." He knew such a thing shouldn't have been possible though, yet the look of his body told him otherwise. "This all started with that person messaging me about mother's day." He grumbled. Brandon cleaned himself up, put on some new clothes, and went back to his computer. He decided to close his messenger for the day and put his focus on other things. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm not going to get any more of those..."

There was a sudden DING from his computer. Not only did his messenger start back up again, but also there was a message from that exact same person, and it automatically opened it up to reveal the same "Happy Mother's Day!" message.

Brandon shivered at the message. He felt a sudden increase in sensitivity in his chest that was intense, but faded quickly. Curiously, he poked his nipples, and shivered as he felt a small wave of pleasure. "D-damn it, this message is transforming me or something." He closed the message again, and ran an antivirus scan. He checked his computer for anything malicious as the scan ran, but both the antivirus scan, and he turned up nothing. "Okay, this is getting freakish." He wasn't ready to turn off his computer, so he did the next best thing. He disabled the internet on his computer. "I can still do what I need to do without the internet."

Brandon worked on his computer and played a few offline games. He felt relieved that he wasn't getting any more messages for a few hours, and figured he finally stopped the person from sending messages. He still wasn't sure if it was a virus, a hacker, or what. Whatever it was, he just didn't want to deal with it.

*Ding* a message appeared on his computer, right in front of the game he was playing.

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!" Brandon groaned. The message appeared in a notepad, but it still appeared all the same. He felt his body shiver as it took on even more feminine curves than before. "Okay, I've had it." He closed the message, closed his game, and shut down his computer. He now felt afraid about what might be in his computer. He looked down at his dainty hands, and he saw two small mounds in front of him that most would just call tits. They were an 'A' cup, but they were undeniably tits. "Maybe nothing is hacking me. Maybe it's someone doing some sort of weird magic." It sounded like a very poor rationale, but he couldn't explain how someone could still get access to his computer without the internet, without antivirus, and without running any extra programs.

Brandon decided to turn his attention to video games instead of his computer. He took a seat on a gaming chair in front of his television, and shifted a bit as he sat down. His rear felt different. His body felt stranger in general. He still felt human, he just felt frailer. He started up a video game, offline of course, and played. He felt a sense of paranoia, and kept glancing back at his computer. He feared it might turn back on and the message would appear again, or the message would appear on the screen, despite the screen being off. He then looked back at the television, and wondered if he might see the message there. "I have totally got to stop getting so nervous. This feels like one of those bad dreams where everything turns on and betrays you or something."

Brandon heard a ding from his cell phone. He paused the game, and looked over at his phone. Part of him expected a message from his mom, but as he checked his messages, his eyes widened.
"Happy Mother's Day! Love, the one you can never escape from."

The message was from an unknown number. "Okay, my computer is one thing, but now I'm getting genuinely creeped out here." He had a strong feeling that if he turned off his cell phone, the person would figure out another way to send the message. "What do you want from me?" He sent a text to the number with a grimace. He felt strange again, and he looked down at his chest. He felt his breast push outwards slightly. "That message is turning me into a woman!" There was no other way he could see it.

Brandon shut off his cell phone, unsure about what else he should do. He knew it was only a matter of time before that message came back in some manner, and it frightened him to no end.

Brandon heard a light knock at his door. He peeked out of his bedroom to the door. He hesitated to answer. 'What if it's mom? No, she'd normally call before visiting to make sure I was home, right?' He thought to himself. 'The knock also sounds way too soft. It sounds like it's almost a child at the door. I can't ignore that, can I?'

Another knock came from the door, this time slightly louder. Brandon could tell the location of the knock was lower than the average height of a person.

Brandon sighed. He got up and walked over to the door. He peeked his eye through the peephole, and spotted nothing on the other side. He unlocked the door, slowly opened it up, and looked around before he looked down.

There was a small girl, no older than the age of six at the door. She wore a pink dress. She also looked like the mixture between a horse and a fox anthro. She had a nose that stuck out in front of her, but pitch black. Her fur was a mixture of brown and light blue, and her tail was just as long and sleek as a foxes. Her hair was a dark blue tint. She smiled up at Brandon. "Mommy?"

"If I had a drink in my hands, I'd be glancing at it and throwing it away right about now." Brandon commented. "What are you doing here?" The child looked like a mixture of a character he had, and someone else's.

"I'm looking for my mommy, and daddy said she'd be right here!" The girl grinned up at Brandon. "She said mommy looks a lot like you!"

"I'm not a mommy. I'm not even a daddy." Brandon wasn't sure if the girl referred to daddy as a 'she', or if it was just a mix up, but either way it didn't matter. "I clearly look nothing like you, no offense."

"It's because you haven't turned into her yet." The child leapt and hugged Brandon's leg. Her head right up against his crotch. "Didn't you get my messages?"

"Your messages?" Brandon tried to shake his leg to get the girl off him. "Wait. You're the one sending me all those happy mother's day messages?" He suspected it was a hacker or a virus or something, he didn't imagine it was a young girl doing such tricks.

"Yup! It's only fair I wish my mother a happy mother's day!" She smiled up at Brandon. "Oh, why do you still look like that? We totally have to fix you up!" She grabbed Brandon's rear and gave it a squeeze. When she let go, Brandon's rear expanded with the girl's fingertips, as if she inflated his ass.

Brandon grabbed onto the girl's hands. He felt his rear turn softer, plumper. He tried to pry the girl's hands away without hurting her, but her hands held him tightly. "Okay, first off, let go. Second off, who's this 'daddy' you're talking about?"

"Daddy isn't important right now." The girl let go, and smiled up at Brandon. "What's important is we fix you up so you actually look like mommy." She nuzzled his crotch, and giggled. "I don't think mommies have that weird thing between their legs."

Brandon blushed immensely. He tried to pry the girl away, but nothing he did separated them. "Can we not talk about 'that' part of my body? It's incredibly awkward for a little girl to talk about it."

"You're right, we can change that later. Besides, you already lost a bit of it." The girl looked up at Brandon with a smile. "We need to worry about that chest of yours next!" she reached up and gently squeezed Brandon's chest.

Brandon jumped back and freed himself from the girl. He felt as if she pulled out his chest even more when she held them, even if it was only briefly. "Let's not worry about changing any of me, okay? Just, go back to daddy or something."

"Aw, but look at you. You're already looking more and more like mommy." The girl smiled up at Brandon. "Don't you feel so much better the more you're becoming her? I bet you do."

Brandon didn't want to admit that the changes made him feel good, better than he felt before. He still felt an awkwardness that a small girl, not only called him mommy, but also hugged him and seemingly changed him as if he were modeling clay. "Can we change the subject? Don't leave if you want, fine, I'm just going to call the police to come take care of you instead."

The girl suddenly frowned up at Brandon. "Mommy, you can get rid of me if you really want, but you can't get rid of this." She poked Brandon's belly.

"Are you calling me fat or something?" Brandon asked with a confused look. He turned away from her to grab a phone, but when he looked back down at his legs, she was gone. "Uh...little girl?" He glanced around the house, and then outside his door. The girl just vanished in the blink of an eye.

Brandon closed and locked the door with a grimace. He still had his throbbing erection. "Conclusion, I'm being haunted by a little girl ghost who can possess electronics." He said aloud. He walked back to his computer, turned it on, and began to look up how to resolve paranormal activities of hauntings. He figured most of those websites were nothing but hoaxes, but he did not want to see that girl again. In addition, he had a throbbing erection that annoyed him. Thankfully, with the little girl gone, he felt less humiliated about the tent in his pants, but it didn't help relax it.

Brandon noticed multiple more messages appear on his computer, all from different people, but people he didn't know. He knew what the messages were going to contain, so he refrained from even checking them. "Whatever this is, I just have to make it through this one day. If this 'ghost' or girl or whatever just wants to keep bugging me on mother's day, then whatever."
Brandon opened up his web browser, but just as he did, he noticed it opened up on a pornography website. "Okay, now I know I have a virus." He tried to go to another site, but it didn't budge. The site also said the exact same message that others sent him. "Happy Mother's day!"

Brandon felt his cock pulse and throb harder at the image of two fox anthros going at it. He covered his face with a groan, unsure what to do. "It better not be the girl sending these, because that would be incredibly disturbing." He slumped back in his chair. He only orgasmed less than ten minutes ago, and he felt ready to do it again, and every time he read the message, he felt himself a bit closer, more than the porn. "You just want me to masturbate myself into womanhood, don't you?" he said with an annoyed tone. He could tell his voice was higher pitched. His appearance looked more androgynous rather than just male.

There was another message on his computer, one that was different from the ones he had been getting constantly. This message appeared right out in front in bold black letters, big enough to take up nearly the entire screen. The message simply read 'Yes' on it.

"I'm not surprised." Brandon mumbled. He knew he didn't even have a microphone set up on his computer. The only way someone could have responded was if that person heard him some way. Unable to help himself, he reached out and stroked his erect cock with a sigh. The computer shifted back to the pornography of the two fox anthros intimate. It was a still drawn picture, but it was enough for Brandon. Brandon stared at the two foxes, and the more he looked at them, the more he realized one of them looked very familiar. He was about to think it was the female one that looked familiar, but he realized that 'both' of them were female. Where one fox anthro had dark fur that was almost enough to be black, the other had light blue fur with a long tail and long blue hair. Both of their cunts brushed together, and he could see both of them very wet. Based on their facial expressions, he could tell the light blue furred fox anthro was the dominant one.

"She almost looks like her." he winced as he felt a wave of pleasure fill him. "Is that...is that Icy?" Brandon felt another surge, and he couldn't hold back. He came and soaked his new underwear. He pumped and pulsed his seed freely into his new clothes with a blush on his face. He felt a wave wash over his body, flood to his cock, and just expel more seed from his shaft that felt smaller, and with each pulse, he felt it grow smaller in his very hands. It didn't vanish completely, but by the time he finished, his cock was no more than a few inches in height, while his testicles were half the normal size. He was sure the rest of his body changed too, but he wasn't sure how just yet.

Brandon pulled himself out of his chair. His muscles felt weak, and his head cloudy. He dropped his pants and underwear as he wobbly walked back to the bathroom, and tossed the clothes into the dirty hamper. He got in front of the full-length mirror again, and looked at his body.

Brandon's hair wasn't just longer, but his otherwise pitch-black hair had a hint of light blue at the roots. His face wasn't only feminine, but his nose had a hint of light purple at the tip, as if he appeared to be constantly sick, but he knew he was not. He looked closer at his eyes and noticed there was a spark of purple in them, a very inhuman color. His hands, his feet, his torso, were all also dainty and feminine. He was less androgynous, and more feminine. His waist pushed inward, while his hips expanded as wide as his shoulders. He noticed his very tiny cock, and his tits that were at least a B cup.
"This is unbelievable." Brandon washed himself off. He needed to wash less than before, but it didn't make it any less humiliating.

Brandon put on new pants and underwear. As he put on his new clothes, he realized just how weird his pants felt. His pants weren't quite wide enough to fit around his hips, but they fit almost too well above that. "I'm going to have to get some new clothes, aren't I?" He said with a frustrated groan. He looked back at his computer, and he noticed his screen revealed another picture of Icy. This picture was unlike any he had ever seen, or ever commissioned. This was a picture of Icy with what appeared to be a herm horse. Brandon recognized the brown hide of the horse as Myu, another person's 'Original Character' as one might call it. The picture was a 'cum shot' of the horse's large cock giving Icy's cunt her seed.

"I did 'not' commission this." Brandon said with a grimace. "Who the heck used my character? Well, okay I guess it's more of an issue of why that looks a lot like Icy."

"It's a photo!" A familiar voice spoke out from behind Brandon. The girl that just vanished was now back, and right at the doorway to Brandon's bedroom that contained his computer.

Brandon jumped. He turned to the girl, and sighed frustratingly. "You REALLY shouldn't be seeing things like these!" he blocked her view from the picture and closed it. "And what do you mean by photo? It's a drawing. It's a picture, but it's not real."

"Of course it's really silly, how else do you think babies are made? And how else do you think you're pregnant?"

"Pregnant?" Brandon looked down at his belly. He was a bit chubby, but he knew he wasn't fat, and he definitely knew he wasn't pregnant. "Look, the only way a human can get pregnant is with...okay, I shouldn't discuss the birds and bees with a ghost kid. I know for a fact that males cannot get pregnant, and I am very much male."

"You don't look male. Besides, daddy has both male and female parts. You could always have the same. Have you checked?"

"I'm not checking with you around!" Brandon knew he was smaller, and it embarrassed him to no end. He turned away from the girl with a blush on his face. "Look, I'm not pregnant, I'm not female, and I'm definitely not a mom. Can you please leave me alone?"

"You're just mad." The girl rolled her eyes. "You get really emotional. Okay, I'll leave you be, but when you're ready to go shopping, you have to take me with you!"

Brandon blinked, and just like that, the girl was gone. He didn't even want to question it anymore. He turned back to his computer, and he noticed the picture of Icy and the horse again. "That's Myu, isn't it?" He sighed frustratingly. "That guy just inserts her into so much stuff nowadays." He was about to close the picture, but just as his mouse hovered over the 'X' icon, he felt a strange sensation between his legs. The sensation wasn't a feeling of hardness, but one of dampness. "I'm not...I'm not female, right?" he asked aloud.

Brandon didn't get an answer. He knew if that girl was around, it was going to be an answer he didn't want anyways. He reached between his legs and felt his shaft, now smaller than ever. He reached behind it to feel his testicles, and he barely felt them in his fingertips. He still felt aroused, but despite his arousal, he wasn't erect. He felt his shaft drip 'something', but he was afraid to look down and find out what. He raised his hand and glanced at it. He felt it was wet, but he didn't see anything on it besides a clear liquid. 

Brandon looked down between his legs and then back up at the picture. As he looked at the picture again, he felt as if something just penetrated his cock and came deep in him. He looked down with wide eyes, but he saw nothing. "F-fuck...what was THAT feeling?" he said to himself. It was a sensation he didn't want to describe, because it felt as if something just had its way with him.

Brandon pulled himself up. He could barely focus after just having that strange sensation. It wasn't enough to make him orgasm, but he felt different on the inside, and the outside. He stroked his belly, and felt hints of soft fur along his stomach. He raised up his shirt and found light blue fur gently dusted across his body. He looked back at the picture of Icy, and then back at his fur. The fur on his body had strong resemblances to that of Icy. In fact, he even had curves resembling Icy. Brandon knew he was still male, yet the more he looked at himself and Icy, the more he saw the two looked alike.

Brandon suddenly felt a strange sensation in his feet. He was glad he never wore shoes in the house, but he did wear socks. The feeling was as if his socks were suddenly too small. He looked down, and saw his feet grew outwards a bit, and the toes looked very different, more like paws. "I really am becoming her." He said to himself. He felt his heart pound harder, and his breathing quickened. Anthros were not a thing in his world.

"I can make anthros commonplace in your world." The girl spoke from behind Brandon with a smile.

Brandon groaned. This little girl was tremendously inconsistent when she decided to show up. "I thought you were going to show up when I decided to go shopping?"

"I can tell you want new clothes. We can 'totally' go shopping, but I can also just change your wardrobe. Daddy has magic, so I also inherently have magic too! It's not a 'lot' of magic, but I can make anthros common in your world, and then give you a whole new set of clothes."
After a short pause, the girl added. "Oh, I can't change you back to normal either. I know you're going to ask that. Sorry, I can't change you from transforming into my mommy!"

Brandon grimaced. He looked out the window, and let out a cough. He felt his voice increase in pitch every time he had to cough or clear his throat. He refused to acknowledge how female he truly was, even as he felt his cock recede bit by bit inside of him. He just covered it up so nobody could see it, yet he could feel it. "I don't need your help, Kim." Brandon froze. 'Kim? Where did that name come from? That's her name, isn't it? But...how did I know that was her name?' He thought.

Brandon decided it was time to get away from her. Someone closed the door to his room though, and he could only assume it was the girl. "Okay, if you'll excuse me, I'm going somewhere. I don't know 'where' I'm going, but I have to go somewhere." He pulled himself up, and shivered. He looked down at his body again, and noticed the dusting of fur spread more. He knew she already said she wasn't going to stop it, but that didn't help him figure out what he should do. "If you're really making me Icy, you're definitely not making me her mentally."

"Well, I'm not sure how Icy is mentally. I assume a dominant? But she also needs to be motherly." 'Kim' as Brandon called her, stepped aside for Brandon to leave. "And yes, going somewhere is a good idea. Maybe not shopping, but to a new home."

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm not going to leave this," he opened up the door, looked beyond, and his jaw dropped at the sight. "...house?"

The interior of Brandon's house was completely different. No longer was the house small, but at least twice the size of a normal house. A bookshelf sat outside the doorway with various magazines, and Brandon saw the bathroom right across his room, now with what appeared to be a hot tub, along with a tub and shower, and two toilets in the same bathroom. He glanced down one end and saw a large living room, and then he looked to the right and saw a child's bedroom. "What is this?" he turned around and noticed his room was different too.

Brandon's computer was gone. Instead, there was a bookshelf, a vanity dresser, a large bed, and a television mounted to a wall. The bedroom looked much more expensive than his old one. In fact, the entire house looked more expensive.

"Well, if mommy is going to be a mommy, mommy needs a better home." Kim replied. "Do you like it?"

Brandon wasn't sure how to reply. He liked the more expensive look, and while he wanted to say this house was definitely not his, it rang with a familiarity in the back of his head, as if he lived here ever since he became pregnant.

"Your eyes say it all." Kim hugged Brandon from behind with a smirk. "Now, why don't we finish making you look like mommy? You're already a little over halfway there." She reached behind Brandon and gave 'something' a tug, just above Brandon's rear.

Brandon felt the girl pull something from just above his rear. He couldn't tell what exactly it was, but he knew it wasn't something he was supposed to have. He tried to walk away from Kim, but the more he pulled one way, Kim pulled the other. He looked back and noticed the fluffy tail Kim pulled out from behind Brandon, literally. "Let go!"

"Only once it's fully grown!" Kim shouted. She released Brandon, but only once that tail was just about half Brandon's height.

Brandon grimaced at the tail. The light blue tail swished and swayed, and Brandon felt very limited control over it. His body was more feminine than male; he had light blue fur that grew in bit by bit all over him; he felt his tits continue to push out with a sensitivity that rivaled his cock. He knew it was only a matter of time before he changed into Icy completely, but there was something different about this form of Icy. This form of Icy felt heavy in her stomach. Once free of Kim, he gently grabbed the front of his gut. His stomach jutted out just a bit more than he remembered it should have. "What's going on with me?" He couldn't even see his feet without bending, and bending felt as if it took a lot more effort than it should have.

"Mommy's pregnant, that's what!" Kim announced happily. "Don't you remember the night you got knocked up?"

Brandon remembered the picture from his computer earlier. He recalled the picture of Icy and that horse, a picture he never had commissioned. The more he recalled that picture, the more he thought about it as it 'actually' happening, and he was in Icy's place. "I'm male though." He reached between his legs behind his pants and felt a damp spot. He couldn't feel his testicles, but he also didn't feel the feminine slit. He didn't reach 'too' hard though, as Kim was right there. "Aren't I?" As he tried to remember his male gender, he also tried to remember his name. He knew he shouldn't have to struggle with such a thing, but at the same time, he lived in a new home, and he had a new body. 'My name...it started with a B, didn't it?' He thought to himself. He figured maybe that it was just because his nerves were shattered thanks to everything changing around him that he couldn't remember.

"You should know the answer to that, mommy." The girl rolled her eyes with a grin. "Why don't you take another look for yourself?"

Brandon was hesitant to look in the new bathroom. He swore he looked at himself so many times already, but his body looked less and less like himself, and more like Icy, the many pictures he remembered of Icy. He knew Icy's name, he remembered it with little effort, but he couldn't recall his own name for the life of him.

"Oh come on, if you never look, you'll never know! Besides, I bet you want to know just how 'mommy' you look now." Kim gave Brandon a playful push.

The push felt more like a very strong shove. Brandon felt his body pushed back into the bathroom far enough for the door to close in front of him. With a sigh, he turned to the mirror, and he saw a reflection that strongly resembled the Icy he knew from, not just the picture with the horse, but the drawings he got of her in general.

His nose was pink at the tip, and his eyes changed to match Icy's. He had her fur all over his face, but not the muzzle. He didn't have her ears either, but he had the long light blue hair that ran down past his neck. His neck itself was slim, as was much of his body with the exception of his gut, which stuck out with signs of more than just fat.

Brandon pulled down his pants. He was afraid, but he had to look. He saw a very tiny nub of a cock and not even a single sign of his testicles anymore. With a look of curiosity, Brandon poked the tip and watched as it receded into his body. "N-no! Come back out!" Brandon said in a panic. He let out a shiver and a feminine moan as he cock converted into a cunt between his legs, dripping and full of arousal. "F-fuck." He mumbled.

He, or rather now she, looked over her legs and feet. Her legs were as furry as her arms were, and her feet were much of the same, except her feet also looked much more like large paws while her hands looked just as if they were covered in short fine fur, and then there was the tail right above her rear that jutted out like a sore thumb.
"I really am Icy. Well, getting there." She said in a feminine voice that cracked higher pitched every sentence.

Brandon rubbed her thin dainty feminine fingers along her belly that jutted out in front of her. She also had tits, but they weren't as big as Icy's were. "This is unbelievable." She said to herself. She looked back at the mirror, and blinked rapidly. Her clothes just vanished. "What the hell?" She looked around for another set of clothes, but she had to pick between a pink robe that said 'Her' on it, or a white maternity lingerie suit that one could see through. She knew the robe wasn't going to fit around her stomach, so she grabbed the underwear with the lingerie, put it over her body, and sighed. "I look almost like a mother." She rolled her eyes. She didn't doubt that Kim was on the other side of the door, waiting for her 'mom' to come greet her.

Brandon took a deep breath. She grabbed the bronze door handle, turned it, and opened up the door. She expected to find Kim, but instead she found nothing. "Kim?" She called out with a raised brow. She looked down the hallway, and then to her room, but she saw nobody. "Where are you?"

Brandon suddenly felt a growth in her belly with a hint of a kick. The kick was soft, but it came from the inside. She gently put her hands over her belly. "Wait...Kim?" 'Am I pregnant? No, I can't be pregnant, I'm male!' Brandon thought to herself in a panic. She shivered as she felt a twinge from her cunt, as if to remind her that she wasn't exactly male. 'Okay, maybe I'm not male anymore, but there's no way I'm pregnant.' Brandon knew in order to get pregnant one would have to 'do the deed' so to speak, and while he remembered the picture of Icy and the horse, she swore it didn't actually happen, even if she remembered it thoroughly.

Brandon felt intimidated without Kim. She didn't like the kid, but she felt lonely in the large house, even if she, for some strange reason, felt a sense of familiarity around the much larger house. She walked down the hallway towards the living room, and turned her head to the left and right to see the many pictures she commissioned of Icy, taken as if they were real pictures. Part of her remembered 'being' Icy in those pictures, but she also still remembered her male self as well. "I'm not Icy, am I? I'm Icy. I mean, Icy?" 'My name isn't Icy! It's...why is Icy the only name I can remember?' Icy thought to herself. She grasped her head as she tried to think of her old name, her original name, but all she could think about was Icy.

"Something's messing with my head." Icy concluded. She walked to the living room and took a seat on the large leather couch. She sighed as she looked at the giant turned off television in front of her. There was no question this house was superior to her own, but she wondered who even paid for it. She then turned her head to see that picture of the horse and Icy. She blushed, and turned her head away from that photo. "Would that horse pay for this place? Then why don't I see her then? What the hell is going on?"

Icy sighed heavily. Her stomach rumbled and pushed out along with her tits. Her fingertips gently caressed her belly before they went up and touched her growing chest. By now, her tits matched the same size as Icy. Icy wasn't 'large', but she definitely wasn't flat either. In addition, something else felt different Icy felt compared to the many commissions she had of Icy. Icy felt older than she felt from the many commissions she had made. She didn't feel 'that' much older, but to say she was older than her mid-20s wouldn't be an exaggeration. "I guess I really am becoming a MILF." She said with a roll of her eyes.

Icy sighed. She wasn't sure what she should do. She wondered what a woman who sat at home all the time even did. The thought of cleaning entered her mind, but she looked down at her belly. "Why the fuck am I getting thoughts about cooking and cleaning. That is NOT what Icy does." Icy wasn't entirely sure 'what' Icy did, but she knew it wasn't being a motherly figure. She brushed her hand up and down her belly, and swore she felt it grow with every brush. Her maternity clothes grew with her expanding belly, she felt her muzzle grow out, and ears grow up too. With each passing second, she didn't just look like Icy, but a more mature pregnant version of her.

Icy put her feet up and looked at her paws, and then her belly. She felt a wet sensation on her nipples, and reached up to feel them. "Am I...lactating?" She opened up her bra, and her eyes widened. She noticed her swollen nipples, and without even touching her tits, they leaked milk. "Unbelievable." She pressed down on her tit gently with two fingers and watched a small spray of milk push out from her tits before it. Icy let out a gasp, and a moan at the pleasure she felt when the pressure from her tits released. "F-fuck!" her paws curled and her crotch grew damp. She was ready to orgasm just from that.

Icy then pressed down on her belly and heard a small 'pop' noise. She wasn't sure what happened, but she felt a strange sensation at her belly button. She looked over to her belly button directly underneath her clothes and saw her innie turned into an outie. Her pregnancy got to her that significantly, and that quickly.

Icy crossed her eyes as she saw her muzzle fully develop, and she felt her ears twitch. She didn't need a mirror to know she transformed completely into Icy. She even thought of her name as Icy, but she knew otherwise. "So I'm fully Icy, I'm definitely pregnant..." she brushed her hands along her taut belly. She guessed she was at least seven months, if not eight. "Now what am I supposed to do? Become a fucking brood mother?"

Icy's stomach rumbled with hunger. She never knew what it was like to be pregnant. She felt heavy, lazy, emotional, and now hungry. She never hung around a pregnant woman before to know everything they experienced, but now she could experience what they felt first hand. She was thankful there was a kitchen not far from where she sat. She slowly stood up and walked inside the kitchen.

The kitchen was just as fancy and rich looking as the rest of the house. Icy noticed there were plenty of cupboards and a jar for cookies, full of cookies at that. Icy opened up various cupboards to find there was a seemingly endless supply of food, all unopened. "They're trying to convince me this life is better." Icy scoffed. She tried to remember her old life, but her rumbling stomach interrupted her. "Pah, whatever. Where are the pickles?" She checked the large two-door refrigerator and found a jar of pickles right in front. She set the jar out, and then opened up the freezer. Icy grabbed strawberry flavored ice cream and set it out. "What kind of 'daddy' and 'daughter' are they anyways, making a pregnant woman doing all the work for herself?" She grabbed a white bowl and a spoon. She put strawberry ice cream into the bowl and topped it off with pickles. "Pickles and ice cream, perfect!" It was only after she announced the food out loud that she realized strange hunger cravings was another sign of pregnancy, and here she was giving in to it.
She left the food in the kitchen. She didn't want to cave in any more than she already did. She was starving, but she had to find the underlying cause of this situation to fix it.

Icy suddenly heard a noise, not from the bedroom she came from, but a different room she immediately identified as a bedroom. She knew she experienced some mental changes with her new form, but she was still Icy. "Ugh, okay is 'that' daddy?" She looked around for any sign of Kim, and then stroked her stomach. "I guess you're in here now or something." She mumbled.
Icy heaved herself up and walked to a flight of stairs. She didn't pay much attention to detail about the house, but only because she had a strong feeling she knew where everything was.

Icy felt her heavy stomach sway with every step. She never knew what it was like to be pregnant, and she never suspected the day was going to come when she would know. Her tits bounced gently with every step, and as the bottom of her tits touched her big stomach, she felt just a bit more milk leak from her tits. Instinctively, she knew where she was going, but mentally, she had no clue what she was doing. She let her paws take her up the stairs to the second floor, and then she turned to one direction to see a double doorway. 

Icy walked up to the double doorway, and put her hands on them. She took a deep breath, and picked up a scent that was both alien, and familiar. 'It's her. The horse is on the other side.' She thought to herself. She could only imagine that the horse suspected her to come in her new Icy form to help complete the change. She wondered what else there was to change about her physically, but she imagined this horse would know. She was hesitant to open the door. She turned her back and saw how rich the house was, and how she undoubtedly could live much better, even as a MILF, or a pregnant Icy.

Icy turned back to the door with a grimace. "Okay, I'm coming in." she announced in a voice she imagined would be just like Icy's own. "But we're doing things MY way when I do. This is May, and it's Mayternity, the least you'll do is let me dom." With a look of determination, a look that Icy knew Icy would do, she opened up the doors and marched inside.

Inside the bedroom, there was the equine herm that appeared in the picture with Icy. The brown hide horse with white hands and a white snout smiled at Icy. "How do you like your new home, Icy?"

Icy wanted to refuse Myu calling her Icy, but she couldn't remember what her old name was. "You did all of this to me, didn't you? The house, the body, the..." she stroked her large belly and shivered. "The child?"

"It usually takes two to make a baby." Myu chuckled. "Besides, isn't this much better than your old life? Pampered all the time, doing what you want and the only thing you have to do is be my pregnant wife."

Icy grimaced at the equine. The more she looked at Myu though, the more she remembered the picture. She didn't just remember 'seeing' the picture though, she remembered 'feeling' it, and the sex they did on a regular basis at that. She let out a soft moan as her anus slowly pushed outwards and her sex began to drip eagerly. "Y-you're still transforming me." She huffed.

"Maybe a little." Myu threw part of the blanket off her body and revealed her large equine cock, firm, and erect for Icy. "Come, it's not like you can get pregnant again while you're pregnant."

Icy felt another part of the pregnancy, or maybe it was something else deep down. She felt a strong desire for that cock. The moment she saw the flat flared shaft, she remembered taking it in her cunt so many times before, and even her puffy doughnut ass.

"But if you want to make things entertaining." The horse waved her white hide covered hand, and the door closed behind Icy. "If you can tell me your original name, I'll grant you your request to do things 'your way' as you put it." She smiled. "Show me you have enough willpower to do that, and you can dom tonight."

Icy almost knew the moment Myu made that offer that it was going to be impossible for her to remember her old name. The more she tried to think about it, the more she thought it was Icy. Her name had to be Icy. She didn't change her name. Icy was Icy. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." She said with a tone that was only half-confident. "My name is Icy, it's been Icy, and it's always been Icy. What the fuck else would you refer to me as? You might be this super powerful magical horse, but you can't screw around with me."

Myu chuckled. "Of course." She signaled 'Icy' over to her. "Do as you desire."

"Damn right I will." Icy felt more confident by the second. She knew she used to be someone else, and it still bothered her to no end, but it didn't matter now. She was horny, she was hungry, and her 'husband' was right there on the bed. "First, you're going to fuck me, then, you're going to feed me. You're fucking me anally too; we're not hurting the child."

Myu nodded with a smile. "Of course." She sat up and pulled Icy in. Without hesitation, she gave the fox anthro a loving kiss directly on her lips.

Icy kissed back eagerly. As she did, she felt her worries melt away. What happened before, whatever she was before, it didn't matter. All that mattered now was pleasure, and she knew Myu was going to be more than happy to satisfy it. She crawled onto the bed and positioned her donut puffed ass right over Myu's cock. She pushed down eagerly with a deep lustful moan.
As the two began to go at it, a brief thought drifted across Icy's mind. A thought that told her she knew 'exactly' what she was going to name her child. She knew the child was going to be a girl, and she was going to name her Kim.
