A massive mansion had been abandoned for years. The mansion had thought to be haunted, and few people dared to explore it. It wasn't always because people were scared, but because reaching the very door handles were a challenge to some people! The house was built abnormally large for most people. In fact, the very size of the handles were so tall that one had to reach over their head and pull open the door with a great amount of strength.

That was exactly what Scott did, although it took a lot more strength than he had imagined. Scott was a brown dog anthro with a black spot. He looked almost as if he could have passed for a copyrighted cartoon character, but he wasn't exactly 'as' big on snacks. He wore an orange jumpsuit over his regular clothing, unsure about what the mansion was going to bring about, just that he was going to explore this mansion. An absolutely giant mansion, literally, meant there was surely treasure to be found, and Scott was going to find it!

Behind the first two massive doors was a foyer that in of itself could have been the size of a huge house. There was a staircase to the far left, and one to the far right that twirled and combined together halfway up to one floor before they split up again and went to another floor, and then combined to the very top to form the very last floor on top. There was open doors to the left, right, and straight ahead. Scott's furry jaw dropped at the sight of the many, many paths to take, and how everything looked so massive that he felt as if he were the size of a child. The mansion was dusty with sheets covering furniture and tables, but it didn't look as if it had been vandalized by anyone or anything.

Scott wasn't even sure where he should investigate to begin with. It was dark outside, yet it was light inside thanks to candles and the moonlight. It was oddly brighter inside than it was outside. It was true that there were candles lit, but Scott was amazed how they were lit, and how they just seemed to light up the mansion more than they should have.
He remembered the bet he had made with his friends. He had to stay in the mansion for one night, and he had to record it too. He pulled out his cell phone, turned on the record button, and began to circle the foyer of the house to get everything recorded. As he walked to the center of the foyer on the red and gold carpet, the door slammed shut behind him. He jumped in the air a bit, but he just assumed that it was the wind.

With a sigh, Scott decided it was best to check out the ground floor before he went upstairs to try to find a bed. "Here I am exploring the giant house. If I find anything, I'll let you all know." He said to the phone while keeping the camera faced in the same direction where he was looking. He had no idea how much of the mansion he was going to be able to explore considering it was big, and in multiple ways, but he'd just explore until he got tired.

The first room had a television that was comparable to that of a movie theater in size. There was also a massive leather couch, as well as two recliners to the left and right which were also massive. Everything about the furniture were two things, big and expensive. "This stuff is so huge. How the heck do the people that owned this place manage to use it all?"

It was just then Scott turned and noticed there was a glass case with multiple pieces of jewelry inside the cases. The cases looked as if they were made of glass up top, velvet inside, and dark wood that surrounded it. There didn't appear to be any visible locks on the cases either.

Scott immediately became suspicious. He walked up to the cases, put his hands on the case, and raised his head up to get a better look at the massively tall cases. He saw a pearl necklace, and smiled. The pearls, just like everything else in the house, were absolutely massive! They would have sold for an absolute fortune if they were real, and he had no reason to suspect that they wouldn't be. Scott was able to put his nose on top of the glass, but in order to lift the case, he was going to have to lift the top well over his head. He was surprised to find the case was unlocked, and as he lifted up the top of the case to gain access to the pearl necklace, he noticed there was a giant picture of a woman above the necklace.

The picture of the woman Scott guessed was in her 40s or 50s. She was an elephant anthro, and she looked very elegant. She had gray hair in a bun, large natural breasts, and a hint of a belly, but not so much one would call her fat. For her species, her belly was a bit average, maybe slightly bigger, but nowhere near massive. She wore a pink dress with white frills, thick glasses, and a faint smile towards the person viewing the painting, as if to mimic a famous painting in particular.

"Must be the previous owner." Scott said to himself. He had to admit that there was a bit of an eerie feeling he got from looking up at the painting. He had to keep his eyes on the blue eyes of the elephant, just to see if the eyes were moving or looking down upon him. Upon not seeing anything too odd, he grabbed the necklace, and let the case slam shut. A hint of a dust cloud rose up as the case shut, but Scott didn't care. He chuckled, and slipped the necklace on. Normally, he would have never worn such a thing, but he didn't want to carry the necklace. Hell, he would wear a wedding ring if it meant he could walk out of the mansion with more!

Scott wasn't quite just happy with the necklace. He was excited to see what else the mansion had to offer. If he found a pearl necklace that was likely worth a cool few hundred within a few minutes, he only imagined the possibilities of what else he could find if he explored the mansion farther! He tapped his chin as he thought about where else to check, and then his stomach rumbled. He doubted any food in the mansion would still be good, but he figured it was only right for him to eat in the kitchen anyways. Scott walked with the bag he brought inside with him over to the kitchen. As he made his way to the next room, he realized that he could have just put the necklace he found in the bag instead of wear it, but by now, he just mentally shrugged it off. The necklace just felt so...right to wear. He had no intention of taking it off any time soon.

The interior of the kitchen was as dusty as the rest of the house. The lightning dimmed, although the lack of windows and the candles that no longer burned in the kitchen didn't help. Scott had a flashlight for such situations though, and he was just fine turning it on. He would have set it on the kitchen island, but the island, and the very seats were massive. He felt as if he were a toddler exploring the house. He decided he might as well just sit on the kitchen floor. While the mansion was old and dusty, it wasn't that dirty. He pulled out a few snacks, and started to eat, all with his phone recording him eating with his flashlight pointed at him. He figured he could also have used his own cell phone to light up the room, but that would use up more battery. "Hmmm...I wonder if their bedroom has anything good." He mumbled to himself as he ate, and waved at the cell phone with a smirk. "I found a necklace!" he jutted the necklace with the massive pearls forward to the camera.

Scott finished his snack that consisted of chips and pop-tarts. He rubbed his stomach, and paused just as his fingertips brushed over his stomach. He swore his stomach felt bloated, but he thought he was just imagining things. He tossed the trash back into his bag, and glanced around the kitchen briefly. He could just imagine cooking things in this massive kitchen, and the very large foods he could make. It made his stomach rumble again, and he chuckled to himself. "Heh, yeah, maybe if I grow like ten additional feet then MAYBE I can cook something in here." He doubted any of the food in the kitchen would have been good anyways. Virtually all food, even canned food went bad eventually. Except maybe honey, but he couldn't make anything with just that.

Scott hopped back up and left the kitchen. He went back to the foyer, and then began to work his way up the stairs. Each step was a climb in of itself, and while the steps weren't so big that he had to crawl up them step by step, he had to make very large steps as each stair was almost triple the size of a normal stair.

Scott paused after the first flight and glanced through a crack between the large double doors that was on the second floor. He saw what looked like a ballroom, and he just rolled his eyes. "Why would you even need a ballroom for a mansion?" he didn't bother opening the doors up all the way to investigate farther. He knew he wasn't going to find a bedroom anywhere near the ballroom, so he continued his climb, intent on getting up to the third floor of the massive mansion.

The third floor of the mansion's hallway was so wide that Scott swore he could drive a car through the hallways if he wanted to. There were small end tables and more pictures of elephants, which Scott could only imagine were family members that used to live in the mansion. The floor was a marble white, but with purple carpeting along the center. There were chandeliers up top, and candles on each of the many end tables. There were also a lot of dark colored wooden doors. Scott couldn't see the end of the hallway, though he saw tons of doors. "God, it's like something out of a horror game." He said to himself.

Scott walked over to one of the many doors and grabbed the silver handle. He tried to turn it, but the handle just wouldn't turn. It wasn't that the door was locked, at least Scott didn't think the door was locked, he just couldn't really reach the handle enough with his fingers. The front door wasn't an issue as the handles weren't round, but these door handles definitely were. "If there was a stepstool somewhere, it'd probably be too big for me to even use." He mumbled as he tried to think of a way to reach the handle well enough to turn it.

Scott put his hands on his hips, and then he looked down at his gut. There was no denying that his gut definitely looked bigger, and it felt that way too. His shirt felt a little too small for his frame and he felt it ride up and expose his belly button. "The heck is happening to me...?" he mumbled to himself. He began to second guess staying at the mansion, especially if he couldn't get into most of the rooms. He got proof that he was in the mansion, physical proof around his very neck. He could just fake staying there and say he was there the rest of the night and they would have to believe he was at least there with his pearl necklace.

Scott decided to try to explore more of the mansion. He doubted that anything really truly bad could have happened to him in there, and as he walked past the locked door, he noticed another painting. This painting was another portrait of an elephant anthro, and a male one by the looks of it. 

The elephant anthro male in the photo looked to be the same age as the woman that Scott saw earlier, and based on the ring he saw on his finger, he could only guess that he was probably married to that woman elephant.
The elephant man also had thick glasses with golden frames and orange colored hair that anyone could tell was dyed. He was fat, but when it came to elephant anthros his size was rather normal too. He wore a green suit, although everything else underneath was hidden as the portrait cut off.

Scott could tell just by the look of the elephant man himself he was quite intimidating. The painting itself seemed to indicate the elephant would have been double Scott's height had it been an accurate portrait, but he tried to not let that scare him. As Scott walked away from the painting, he kept his eyes on the painting's own, and noticed the eyes followed him. He knew there were tricks to do that though, so he just dismissed that as a trick, and nothing else. He saw there were also two candles next to the painting, thicker than the rest of the candles he had seen. "Not really the place I'd put a portrait if he is supposed to be the master of the house, unless this is the master bedroom or something." Scott said to himself. He walked away from the portrait and down the hallway.

Scott didn't even see the end of the hallway as he walked down it. He swore that the hallway itself must have been bigger than the entire mansion! His mind raced with thoughts about how the mansion could have been haunted, but he knew ghosts weren't real. Anthros definitely were, he was one, but nothing supernatural like ghosts. He eventually found the end to the hallway and turned, and then he continued to walk until he turned again. He wasn't even checking the doors in the hallways at this point, he was curious how long the hallways went and where it would lead him!

Eventually, Scott realized he had come around and pulled a 360. He was right back where he started. He saw the foyer below, the staircase he climbed, and the very same painting, although this time the elephant was gone in the painting and the candles were out. Scott blinked rapidly at the sight. At first, he thought he was in another part of the mansion after all, but then he noticed a candy bar wrapper he had tossed on the floor casually when he was there earlier. There was no doubt in his mind now that he had already been there, but the painting was now different.

Scott was now getting a bit afraid. It was one thing to have a painting's eyes follow a person. He could explain something like that with logic. The elephant vanishing however, he could not explain. Something else he couldn't explain was that the door next to the elephant portrait was now open. It wasn't just open a crack either, the door was wide open. Scott took a deep breath as he looked at the door. He didn't even look inside the room yet. He wondered if someone else was living there and messing with him at this point. After a few minutes, Scott decided to take a look in the room that had just opened up.

There was little doubt that the room that opened up was a master bedroom, or at least it could have passed as one. There was a bed that was absolutely massive, bigger than the size of most rooms Scott had been in length and width wise. There were two nightstands on each side with candles both unlit He saw two doors that must have been closets, and a dresser with a large mirror, and all kinds of makeup against the wall, and a bookshelf with tons of different books, some in languages Scott couldn't identify.

Scott walked over to the bed, but as he did, he both heard, and felt a rip in his outfit. He raised up his arms, and the ripping suddenly intensified greatly and suddenly exposed his underarms as the seams in his shirt just tore. His shirt didn't tear right off, but his shirt had been getting tighter and tighter on him. He didn't think too much about it and just thought it was nerves, but the ripping of his shirt confirmed that his shirt was definitely shrinking. That, or he was growing. Either way he felt uncomfortable walking around in a ripped shirt, and even his pants felt tight on him.

Scott looked over to the closet doors and made his way over to them. He placed his hand on the doorknob, but then he paused. He remembered how he had to reach over his head to open the doors, but now he could reach the doors without reaching up as high as before. He still had to reach upwards, the knob was just at the height of his head rather than over it. He could only assume the closet doors was made smaller, and he just opened up the closet to see what was inside.

There weren't very many clothes inside the closet. It looked as if there was space for a ton of them, but it had been mostly emptied with the exception of a white dress that looked to be gray, but largely because of the amount of dust that covered it. The dress was comparable to that of a wedding dress that a giantess might wear, although the more Scott looked at it, the more form fitting it appeared to be.

Scott figured that, while the dress definitely looked old and dusty, it was probably better fitting compared to the outfit that he currently wore. As it was, he could feel his pants start to rip around his ass too. He wasn't sure why his outfit was tearing at the seams as if he had suddenly gone from an XL to an XS, but at least there was an alternative to wear, if very feminine. Scott took off his shirt and heard it rip heavily in the process. He tossed it onto the bed without a second thought that the bed should have been too high for him to easily toss his clothes on it. He then did the same with his pants and left himself in his underwear. Before Scott put on the wedding dress, he paused to look at himself in the vanity mirror above the dresser.

Scott's form was still the same anthro dog he was when he came in, but his belly, his bust, and even his butt had more curves to it than he remembered. He also realized that he could actually see quite a bit of himself in the mirror, more than he should have been able to for furniture that was supposed to be quite a bit bigger than he was. He didn't think of himself as fat, and even with his belly he was probably only slightly overweight, but he knew he didn't have a belly like the one he had earlier. "This mansion is really fucking with my mind, isn't it?" He asked himself. With a sigh, he went into the closet, gave the dress a few pats to get the dust off, and put it on. If nothing else, it kept him warm, and it felt oddly satisfying to put on the dress.

The dress was definitely big on Scott, but not as big as he would have expected it to be. The bottom of the dress dragged on the ground a bit, but otherwise it fit comfortably around his form. The inside of the dress felt as smooth as silk, and it fit over his head easily. He could tell that the top of the dress had room for massive tits that he lacked which made the top look a bit awkward, but the belly part fit relatively well. As Scott walked out of the walk in closet, he paused to see himself in the vanity mirror once more.

In any normal situation, Scott would have been filled with sheer and utter humiliation to wear a woman's dress that looked so elegant. His masculine face definitely did not blend in well with the dress, and he could feel his shoes tighten and scuff the bottom of the dress too, so he slipped them off as well as his socks to leave him in just his underwear, and the dress. He tilted his head as he looked at himself, and chuckled. "This looks so...oh I can't even describe it!" he let out a chuckle with a smile before he hopped onto the bed and created another dust cloud.

Scott laid in the bed, and he let out a soft sigh. He glanced at his cell phone, and turned off the recording. He knew he was going to have to take out the part where he put on the large dress. He also had no intention to record himself in the dress. It was a bizarre feeling he had with it though. He felt happier with the dress on, and he felt playful too. He let out a slight belch, and he felt the bed quiver and shake with it. He figured he may as well just give in and sleep on the bed since he was already there. Plus, his body felt heavy, even if he felt full of energy. He couldn't describe the feeling very well to be both tired, and energized at the same time. It was almost as if he were in the mood to have some fun on the bed, yet there was nobody to do such a thing with.

Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could almost smell the dust that was in the air, and grimaced. The bed was comfortable enough to almost sleep in, but a little too dusty for Scott's liking. He jumped as he suddenly heard a very loud chime that came from a grandfather clock. Scott had many questions about that clock, such as where the clock was, how it was drawing power, and why it was so loud! He glanced down at his watch that felt incredibly tight on his wrist and noticed that it was midnight. He wasn't sure when he had gotten to the house in all honesty, he had lost track of time up until now. "Pah...screw this place, I got more than enough recordings and evidence. Fuck, I hope nobody sees me walk around in this stupid wedding dress." Part of him hoped that someone did, but that part was deep down inside of him.

Scott hopped off the bed, and paused as his feet touched the floor. He had to climb up on the bed, but now the floor seemed to be closer than he remembered. He blinked rapidly as he stood up, and he felt a brief sense of vertigo take hold. He took a seat back onto the bed, and gently grabbed onto his temples. He felt so bizarre and so alien so suddenly. He blamed it on the dust, or maybe there was a gas leak in the mansion that hadn't been fixed, though if that were the case then the candles would have definitely have burned down the place ages ago.
Speaking of such candles, Scott couldn't get one thing out of his mind; who lit those candles and how had they stayed lit?!

As Scott slowly recovered from his vertigo, he looked over to the entrance of the bedroom, and he saw what appeared to be the elephant man from the picture standing right before him. Scott rubbed his eyes, and the elephant was no longer there, but now he was freaked out. The elephant wasn't in the picture anymore, and he looked as if he were right in front of him. "D-dammit, maybe I'm just tired. I don't care, I'm getting the fuck out of here." Scott stood up, and made his way to the door. Right when he got to the door, he paused to see the handle of the door once more. The handle used to be taller than he was, then he knew there came a point when it was the same height, and now he was taller than the handle! He was only maybe a foot taller, but taller enough to notice that something was definitely off. Stranger yet, the dress he wore fit him better than before. He glanced over to the vanity mirror, but he feared to look inside of it. "Just get out and go." He told himself. He no longer cared to take in everything that he brought in with him. His old ripped clothes, his bag, his cell phone, he could get all of that replaced. The dress and the necklace should have been proof enough that he had been in that mansion.

As Scott made his way down the stairs, his heart pounded at how much easier it was go to down the stairs, the steps that were once far too large felt much more manageable now. 
He felt larger, stronger, and more powerful. As he walked downstairs, his hips and ass swayed bit by bit. He wanted to race down the stairs and outside, but his body felt too heavy to do such a thing.

At the very bottom of the stairs, Scott looked at the exit. He made his way, and every step felt as if it was a stomp. He felt colder with each step, and once he grabbed the handle of the door, he paused. The door handle's height looked to be at the same height as a normal door handle would have been, yet he knew the door used to be so big he had to reach up before. He looked over himself and noticed that his fur was shedding and revealed gray rough hide underneath, but there was more to it than that. 
He knew he had grown much bigger, although the change was less noticeable without his old clothes, the dress he now wore fit him better and better with each passing second. He felt bloated, and a quick glance down at his belly confirmed that he was definitely bigger.

Scott knew he had to get out. His ass swayed with his hips as he walked, and he was unaware how he walked along. He reached up his hand and wiggled his fingertips before he placed his hand gingerly on the doorknob. He paused as he noticed that he delicately held the knob with a touch that almost hinted that he was elegant and high class. "My stars, what is happening to me?" he said in a tone that was higher pitched than normal. He knew he didn't normally speak in such a manner, and he found that even more disturbing.

Scott took a deep breath as he remembered everything about the manner, including the elephant gentleman from earlier. He couldn't explain it, but he felt an arousing sensation when he thought about the elephant, as if the elephant man had the exact kind of body that would turn him on, even though he knew that shouldn't have been possible.

Just as Scott was about to turn the handle, he felt a cold sensation touch his hand. He looked down and saw the elephant hand over his, and he could feel his fur stand on ends, at least the fur that was still on his body. In truth, it felt as if his fur was fully shedding from his body from that touch. He turned around with wide eyes, but he saw nothing behind him. He looked back to his hand and noticed how furless it now seemed to be. He also didn't see the hand grab his own any longer either.

Scott was already freaked out with sensations that felt alien, including his own body. He jiggled the handle, but the door didn't turn. He grimaced as he tried even harder to open up the door, even using his own strength to elbow it, but the door barely budged. He thought it should have been impossible. He was bigger and he felt stronger, yet he couldn't open a door that he was able to use to get in earlier. "Something's going on here, and I don't like it." He mumbled under his breath. His body felt so bizarre with its new size. He wished he could explain why he looked so big and he felt so bloated. Part of him wanted to undress in a bathroom to see what he looked like underneath, but he was afraid what he might find. He thought he was in a haunted mansion, not one that could transform him, yet he couldn't deny he felt different. He was clearly already larger, much larger than before. He wanted to say that it was a trick the mansion was playing on him, or maybe he was dreaming, but this felt far too real to be a dream, and if it was a trick, the trick would have explained the new height, but not his belly.

Scott let go of the door, and rubbed his hand over his growing gut. He could even feel his breast grow out inside the dress too, and while one might think it was moobs to go with that gut, he could feel his chest was already more sensitive than it should have been, and too large for just fat to have filled it. Scott then remembered there was not one, but two paintings of elephant anthros. He rushed to the first room where the first one was located, and he looked up at the painting where he first saw the elephant woman. He could hear his feet stomp down, and he could feel his entire foot clomp down on the ground, as if he no longer had any arches at the bottom of his feet.

As Scott looked up at the painting, his eyes widened. The elephant woman in the painting was also no longer in the painting at all. He would have wondered where the woman went off to, but as he felt his muzzle suddenly drop down and touch his lips that were flat against his face, he had a strong feeling exactly what happened to that elephant woman. He reached down to his neck to where the pearl necklace was, and he could feel that the pearls were a much more appropriate size on his larger body. "It's because of this, isn't it?" he said to the painting in a lighter tone that almost sounded alien compared to his normal voice.
Scott was ready to tear off the beads, but as his fingers, the same fingers that felt more delicate, held onto the necklace, he found it hard to pull the necklace off. It wasn't that he couldn't remove it. It was that mentally it was hard for him to want to remove it. Why am I in such a rush? Maybe this is all a dream or maybe I'm tripping out. He thought to himself. Okay, this is super duper real if this is a dream, but this dress and this necklace feel so...good to wear. Why should I remove it?

"Honey! Come back to bed and put on that sexy two piece lingerie!" A masculine voice suddenly boomed and created an echo throughout the mansion. The voice oozed authority and power.

Part of Scott felt freaked out, but another part of him suddenly yelled back. "Just a minute, my darling!" he gasped as he realized exactly what he said, and covered his mouth with wide eyes. W-why did I just say that?! He thought to himself. He didn't know who yelled at him, but he had a very strong feeling who it could have been. His body turned around and made its way back upstairs. He felt like a passenger in a vessel, and while he knew he could control his body at any time, he just couldn't turn it around to try to go back outside.

Scott made his way back up to the top of the stairs, and he made his way back to the bedroom. As he walked, he stepped back and forth elegantly with a sway from behind. He could feel his muzzle pull down his body more and more, and his ears felt strange too, but he couldn't reach up to feel what exactly was going on. He didn't feel like he was being possessed by anything however. It was more of a feeling of compulsion to obey whoever called him.
 Once in the bedroom, he didn't see anyone, but he could feel as if another presence was there. "Hello?" he called out in his regular voice.

"Ah, there you are." A masculine voice replied, but nowhere visibly in sight. "What are you doing wearing that dress? Come on, there's that lingerie in the dresser you just HAVE to try on. Don't worry, I won't peak until you wear it!"

Scott's heart pounded heavily. He felt a sense of gratification, a sense of happiness as he obeyed the voice. With a soft smile that he didn't think was entirely his, he walked over to the large dresser and opened it up to find a two piece red lingerie suit that would have fit a massive woman. He didn't even think about how it would fit him before he suddenly took off the large dress with ease. With the dress off, he was only in his boxers that, while tight, still fit him and hid everything between his legs. Scott could feel a pulsing throbbing sensation that was powerful though, a sign that he was still a he, but also aroused. Why does it feel so GOOD to obey? He thought to himself with a mental moan. He looked at the two piece red lingerie and saw how it left so little to the imagination. One could easily see through a lot of it, and while it would not fit any woman that Scott knew, he had a much bigger body than any woman he could think of. Scott fit the top of the lingerie suit over his chest. He knew he had grown some tits, but he had never actually been able to pay much attention to them until now. Comparison wise, he looked as if he had B cups, still fairly small compared to his frame. In fact, the lingerie top itself was still too big, although it fit him better than most other normal bras would have.

Scott then picked up the bottom piece. He was a bit hesitant to take off his boxers, but he remembered the voice still told him to put it on, and it felt so good to obey, it was like a forbidden thrill feel to do what that voice wanted. He took off his boxers to reveal his canine cock, and then he slipped the red piece lingerie over it. The very tip of his red shaft poked out from it, and right on the bottom of his chubby belly.

"That's a good girl." The voice said. "Go take a look at yourself in the mirror, and give us a sexy pose while you're at it. It feels so GOOD to be that elephant woman, doesn't it?"

Scott felt almost a sense of relief. He brushed his fingertips over his belly, and as he looked down at his now bare belly, and the mirror, he noticed just how furless he truly was. He wasn't even sure where the fur went, he didn't notice that he shed any of it. His belly was bare, but covered with coarse elephant hide. He also saw his muzzle, but it looked as if he lacked bones and that it had doubled in length. His face looked like it was a cartoon character that just had their muzzle extended. He wanted to poke at it, but he feared what might happen if he did. He also saw that his lips had pulled back closer to his face, so the only thing stretched out was his nose. His ears were also undoubtedly larger, but they were larger on the sides of his head rather than atop his head and they lost their triangular shape. He felt as if he were a crossbreed between a dog, and an elephant, and the elephant, and a female elephant at that. "Y-yes...yes it certainly does." Scott said hesitantly. He felt the throbbing between his legs, the uncontrollable arousal he felt that just felt all the harder the more he thought about the elephant man.

"And you want to have some fun times in that outfit with me, don't you?" the masculine voice said.

The words were like honey in Scott's much larger ears. He felt ready to melt at the sound of the man's voice. He opened his mouth and he closed his eyes. He was ready to say yes, but then he slowly came to realize exactly why he came to the mansion in the first place. He couldn't have fun with a disembodied voice that was most likely a ghost! He had to stop that ghost, not make love with it. "N-no! I...I need a shower first!" Scott wasn't even sure why he wanted to come up with a reason to leave the man in the first place. It just felt like the right thing to do was to be polite. He wasn't some street hooligan after all.

"But you just got changed into the lingerie and everything." The deep voice let out a soft sigh. "Very well, I'll have the maids clean up the lingerie before your shower is finished."

Scott didn't need to be told twice. He tossed the lingerie onto the bed, and rushed into the bathroom right across the hallway. It was only once he entered the bathroom he realized that he knew where the bathroom was without ever actually being in it earlier! He was already freaked out, but the longer he stayed at the mansion, the more scared he was getting. Yet at the same time, listening to that voice and obeying it was still so satisfying, he felt as if he were ready to orgasm every time he heard that sound.

The bathroom was a fairly standard old bathroom. There were lights on top that resembled a chandelier that had candles in place instead of lightbulbs as well as a working bathtub, sink, and toilet so massive that Scott knew he would have fallen in it in his old body, although now as he looked at his large flabby, but still somewhat firm ass, he could sit on the porcelain throne and it would fit his rear just fine.

Scott had already seen his form in the vanity mirror in the bedroom. He did not want to look at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, though he had to look down at himself and he saw his perky chest, as well as his large stomach. He couldn't even see his crotch, but he could still feel his cock pulse and throb gently between his legs, as if it wanted release so badly, but it couldn't do it without just a little push.

Scott turned on the water, and then stared as the hot water filled the large white tub. The tub wasn't large enough to be a swimming pool to Scott's normal size, but the sink could have probably served as a miniature bathtub with Scott's normal size. His new massive size however, the bathtub was just fine. He held up one of his pawed feet, and then stared at his foot. His claws looked much flatter against his feet that now looked, not digitigrade, but swollen like an elephant hoof might be. Yet, as he stared at the hoof, he felt his cock throb even harder between his legs. W-why does this feel so GOOD?! He thought to himself.

Scott lowered his paw-hoof into the water, and then the second one. He could feel his thighs rub up against each other, and his tail flickered behind him. He couldn't even see his tail, but it felt thinner than it should have. I'm going to become this big giant elephant woman, aren't I? He thought as he lowered his body into the water. The water felt so good on his aching bones. He lifted up his thicker arms, and placed them on the sides of the tub as the water continued to run hot. His mind ran with so many questions, including how the large mansion even had working water in the first place, and why the tub didn't look that bad at all in appearance, it looked as if it hadn't aged a day. In fact, as Scott looked around the bathroom, he noticed that there didn't seem to be any sort of signs of aging throughout the room, as if the room had never been abandoned for any period of time. "The maids do a very good job of cleaning up the place." He said to himself before he even realized what he said.

Scott's large ears flickered. He turned off the running water and relaxed. He leaned down, and looked over his massive belly that stuck out over the water. His belly had coarse gray hide and not a single speck of fur. He could see the growing tits and curves that fit a woman far better than they did a man. Even his nipples were a dark gray, darker than the rest of the tone of his body was, and as he brushed his hands over his breast, he let out a small moan at the pleasurable sensation. He couldn't see his entire body, but he knew he looked like that anthro elephant with the exception of the canine cock and balls between his legs that throbbed and begged for a release that Scott knew he couldn't provide. As he looked over his form though, he knew something was odd. While it was true he looked, and definitely felt like that anthro elephant, he didn't feel as old as she was. Scott wasn't exactly a young sprout, but he was younger than 30. He would have guessed the woman in the painting was in her late 40s or early 50s.

"How long are you doing to be in there my giant teddy bear?! There is so much to do around here, you can't sit around bathing all day!" The man's voice called out.

Scott would have clenched his pawed toes had he the capability of doing that anymore. He could feel his feet were now big, bulky, and round like an elephant's own, although his hand was still delicate, if thicker. Giant teddy bear? He thought to himself before he called back. "I'll be out in a moment! You know the maids can take care of the house!" he still wasn't even entirely sure what he was saying, it was just words that came out as if they were on instinct, but it felt so good to give in to the roleplay that was being that elephant woman.

Scott laid down in the tub and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure how long he was in the tub for after he had called out to that voice, but his eyes shot open and he jolted when his muzzle had grown so long that it touched the surface of the water when he didn't move at all. He went cross eyed to see his muzzle was gray like the rest of his body had turned, and there were small lines along the tip of it. He would have used his arms to lift his muzzle, but he found he could lift it on his own, as if it were another appendage, and he saw the tip at the end ended like an elephant snout. He let out an alerted "BRRRTTT!!" that sounded just like an elephant's trunk. The more he went into the role of the elephant woman, the better it felt, but at the same time, the more it reminded him exactly what he was turning into.
 
"Are you doing okay in there dear? Do you need any assistance from your wonderful husband?" the voice called out, as if to taunt Scott as to what he'd became.

I know you're my...WHY do I know you're my husband? Scott thought to himself with a light moan. He didn't physically look as if he was turning into the elephant woman, he felt it mentally, although he still wasn't quite as old as her, and his canine cock stuck between his legs. His cock looked so out of place compared to the rest of his body. Worse yet, his shaft didn't grow with his size and it made his cock look smaller than it actually was.

Scott pulled himself out of the bathtub, drained the water, and grabbed a towel. He dried off his body, and noticed how little fur he had. He was truly a big elephant, and a glance in the mirror above the bathroom sink confirmed it. He lacked tusks, but he had the massive ears on the side of his head, the trunk so big it went down to his D cup breast, at least D cup by his size comparison, and down to his belly which was big with slight fat, but also because he was an elephant. He looked like a massive female elephant anthro, although his eyes were the same, and his age was still young, he had a strong feeling that would change the longer he kept obeying the voice. It was so hard to ignore though, and it felt so rewarding to just surrender to it. He just then noticed the pearl necklace that he had never removed. He grabbed onto it, but he knew removing it on his own was going to be impossible now. There was no possible way he could lift it over his neck with the size his head now was, and he was not going to be able to find the clasp of it either. "I-it's you doing this, isn't it?" he asked as he held onto the necklace.

Scott then heard a knock at the door. He could only assume it was his 'husband', and the very image of him naked made his legs shiver and his cock throb gently. He quickly grabbed a pink bathrobe and slid it over his almost nude body. "C-come in!" he called out in a voice that cracked with a high pitch tone that sounded more female than male.

The door opened to reveal the male elephant that was in the picture from before, the male elephant that Scott swore he had seen before. This time however, the elephant looked much more solid than before. The older elephant man smiled at Scott before he reached over and gave him a hug. His soft body, but coarse hide, pressed against Scott's own with only their clothing in the way. "Ah, you know you don't have to get gussied up for a night at home."

Scott swore his heart leapt out of his chest when he felt the elephant hug him. He could feel the elephant's warm body, his business suit, and the elephant's truck brush up against Scott's own. Their bellies were big enough that his shaft that was tiny compared to their sizes didn't even risk touching the male elephant. "A-ah well...I want to look good for you love. I always do." He found himself saying. His body told him to kiss that elephant, that he would have loved to do it, but he resisted the strong temptation, and felt himself disappointed when he did.

The elephant man chuckled before he let him go, and pointed out of the bathroom. "Come on, let's go grab something to eat. We can have our little fun later." He put one arm around his back. "Unless you're impatient?" The elephant man's trunk slowly slithered down Scott's body, as if it were a snake.

Scott's body shivered visibly. He looked at the mirror and he could compare it as if a young elephant girl was being hit on by an older elephant. He knew he was being given a female elephant body, although he wasn't sure why he hadn't aged yet. Part of him was disappointed, but another part of him felt relieved. "N-no...I am quite hungry." He knew he had eaten not too long ago, yet he could feel his stomach growl. "And I can find my own way there." Scott left the bathroom, and then his eyes bulged once he was back in the hallway.

The hallway of the mansion looked as if it had been fully restored to its former glory days. Candles were lit, the sun shined through the large windows, and there was not a single cobweb or speck of dust to be seen. Scott felt as if he had stepped in a time machine and travelled back to when the mansion was in perfect condition and everything was so clean, although it had that feeling of 'old' that rang about it, as if the mansion was from the early 1900s.

Scott kept the bathrobe wrapped around his massive body as he walked down the hallway and back to the foyer. He couldn't help but sway his ass and walk with elegancy in his steps, as if he were high class, but also teasing anyone behind him with his massive elephant ass. As he walked along, he could feel more changes happening to his body, although he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He hadn't even taken the time to look up at his hair in his new form, but he knew his hair was wrapped in a bun, as if to give off the appearance of an older woman.

Once Scott made his way downstairs, he walked over to the kitchen. He remembered when he first entered this kitchen that he couldn't even eat on the dining room table purely because he was too small to use the chairs very well. Now, as he was much larger, the chairs were just perfect for him. He also saw maids, cooks, butlers, all of them of the elephant variety. He was astounded how lively the mansion was. He was about to help himself to a seat in the dining room, but before he had the chance, he noticed the elephant man who sat on one end of the table pat his lap.

"Have a seat." The elephant man said with a grin. How he came down to the dining room so fast, and without being seen by Scott was anyone's guess.

Scott didn't want to question it. He wondered if he was dreaming, or maybe there was something else. He felt excitement in his body at being offered to sit on his lap though, and he made his way over to the elephant man before he took a seat right on his chubby lap. "Oh dear, it's been so long since we've done this." Scott found himself saying, and with a light hearted giggle at the end. "Oh I feel so young again."

The elephant man chuckled at Scott. "Oh yes." The man's thick coarse hands stroked Scott's back. "But let's not forget how old we are. Not that age has any impact on the fun we can have!"

Scott's giant elephant ears flickered as he picked up the sound of bones cracking, his own bones. There wasn't any pain to them, but he could tell what the elephant man was doing. The longer he sat in the elephant's lap, the more he felt his body going through more changes. None of the changes affected his cock nor his species, but he could feel energy being drained from his body, and his well-endowed chest begin to sag. "Y-you're making me older like you, aren't you?" Scott asked, partially in the roleplay of the elephant woman, and partially with his own mindset.

"Do you want me to stop?" The man asked as his hands rubbed Scott's slim shoulders. They slowly traversed down his body, and then into the front of his bathrobe before they went back up and gave his breast a gentle squeeze right around his nipples.

Scott slowly shook his head. He felt a bit winded as he could feel himself aging. Wrinkles appeared on his body, he developed laugh lines and crow's feet. His hair grayed into a lighter gray than the color on his body. He could feel himself passing the MILF age, but not quite growing to a GILF. He felt a tired sensation, but with the pleasure his body was getting, he could ignore being tired. He opened his mouth to swear, but instead a different voice came out. "Oh...oh dearie...dearie me." He said in a mature aging woman's voice. He knew that the voice, the behavior, everything about him was still him, it was just that he was changing physically, and mentally.

The elephant man chuckled. His hands released Scott, just as food filled the dinner table with thanks to the many servants the pair had. The table was filled more than double what one might get for a Thanksgiving meal. "Eat up my lovely, only the best food for the richest elephants in the land."

Scott reached down, and using one of the many forks, he grabbed the proper utensil, and took a bite of the salad in front of him. Sexual sensations were one thing, but to behave in the manner he swore this female elephant did also made him feel very, very good inside. He closed his eyes and let out a happy "Mph" as he ate bite after bite. There was no mirror nearby, but he could feel himself changing more as time went on. He was thankful that he kept his original teeth and he wasn't so old as to get false ones, but much of his body did get older. When he reopened his eyes, he could both feel, and see glasses on his face that he knew he didn't have before. He was older, but well-rounded with his breast only slightly sagging with age. "You spoil me, my dear husband." He was quick to finish the salad, and then he looked down at his body. He found it hard to even call himself male anymore, although the throbbing between his legs that felt more alien now than it did before reminded him of his gender.

The elephant man smiled at Scott. "Oh, I know. Now that you're done with your salad, how about we take this to the bedroom and...Finalize you to become the wife you were meant to be?" The man teased. His trunk seemed to elongate as it moved to Scott's crotch and gently circled around Scott's shaft.

Scott could feel the elephant man's hot breath from his trunk onto his balls. He had felt on edge for so long, yet he just couldn't seem to experience relief. His balls felt as if they had stored far more than just semen at this point, but his very essence of his former body. "You know just...just how to make me feel so young again." Scott said in a mature feminine voice with a hint of stuttering. It feels so good...but I mustn't...god...but he's so hot. Scott kept thinking to himself. "The servants will appreciate all of this food left for them, I'm certain."

Scott nodded to the elephant man, and walked with him back up the stairs. The couple walked past the first bedroom that Scott had come to, and he instinctively knew why that was so. They walked up to a second bedroom, a much larger one, and closed the door behind them. Scott could feel his body pulse with adrenaline, and his shaft quietly throb between his legs. He had a strong feeling what might happen should he give in to this elephant man, but he didn't care. He wanted it to happen at this point, and the longer he was around this elephant, the more he desired to be completely his wife.

With the door closed, the elephant man used solely his trunk to undress Scott. He gently caressed her well-endowed breast with a hint of sag, a few moles, and slightly enlarged areola with his trunk. He took off her bathrobe, and then he undressed himself.

Scott watched the elephant man undress him easily, and then the elephant man himself became nude. He blushed at the sight of the man, and then he looked down at himself. He had aged significantly in that elephant's body, not quite enough to be a GILF, but beyond the MILF years for sure. "Oh...Charles." Scott found himself saying to the elephant, the elephant man's name. "You know how to treat a woman." Scott couldn't help himself now. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, and also so good.

Charles chuckled at Scott. With the two of them naked, his large warm body hugged Scott from behind. His hands went between Scott's legs, and gently touched his shaft. Even his trunk teased Scott's furry balls. "You're not a woman, not yet, but we're going to change that. Cum for me my love, and lose your former self, forever."

Scott let out a quiet moan, and then a grunt right after. He could feel the pressure build within his balls with far more than just his canine body, but his old self. "But...my dear...shouldn't we keep some of that canine around?" Scott asked. He knew how good it felt to obey, and he was ready to just orgasm now, but he restrained himself; he wasn't sure why he was fighting it, just that he was.

"Why bother? We don't need him anymore, nor his ghostbusting and haunted mansion ideas. This is our house now, and together, we'll live forever as the happiest couple out there." Charles gave Scott a loving kiss on his cheek. "So cum, and be my wife for eternity."

Scott couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep mature feminine moan, he felt himself orgasm, and as he did, his cock and balls shrank with each pulse and throb. He could feel his testicles shrink to nothing while his shaft formed the clit of the new slit between his legs that opened up. The orgasm pumped and pulsed seemingly everything that Scott had out of him until he was no longer male, but now a woman. She was no ordinary woman though, but Charles's wife, his woman for all eternity. Scott grabbed Charles's head, and pulled him in for a lip locking kiss with their heads slightly tilted to keep their trunks out of the way.

Charles smiled down at Scott as he kissed her right back. He knew he would have to give Scott a new name, but for now, they had more important things to do. "Now, with that out of the way..." Charles pushed his naked body against Scott. "Allow me to help...break in my lovely new wife's body."

Scott nodded eagerly at him. What was left of Scott was gone, and all that remained was that elderly elephant woman that was Charles's wife, for now, and for all eternity.

Many years later...

The doors to the old mansion opened up. A black cat anthro slowly stepped inside the vacant mansion that had been deserted hundreds of years ago. He wore an orange jumpsuit, and he carried a cell phone with him. He grimaced at the sight of dust and sheets that covered everything around the mansion. He looked up the staircase in the foyer room, and he noticed there was a particular painting of an elderly man and woman elephant. The two were definitely a couple based on their smiles, and the cat anthro couldn't help but feel chills from this painting. He could definitely sense the presence of two other beings in that mansion with him, but he had a job to do. "Just one night." he mumbled as he made his way into the living room before he made a discovery. "Oh, what is this rattle doing here?"
