Brandon was a normal man that lived a normal life. He had heard rumors about people changing into weird and bizarre things, but he hadn't seen any changes himself. He had seen people proclaiming they were changed, and while they looked very different from normal people, he didn't judge what a person looked like.

Brandon walked through the park on a regular cloudy day. The black haired man noticed there were quite a few dogs around the park, and few humans. He found it a bit bizarre, especially since it wasn't a dog park. He froze while he walked along as three little goblin women giggled as they ran by him. Each of the goblin women were maybe two feet in height each. Despite their very short height, all of them sported tits, and an ass, but they were completely naked. They shouted in a language that Brandon could not completely understand as they quickly ran out of sight.

"You...don't see something like that every day." Brandon said to himself. He decided to avoid thinking much about it, and continued to walk along the wide path in the park. As he walked, he paused as he saw a light brown trench coat just on the ground. The trench coat covered someone from head to toe with how long it was. It reminded him of the kinds of trench coats that a flasher would wear if they wanted to be perverted. He stared down at the coat with a raised brow, and then he noticed there was a trash for the park not too far away. "Ugh...some people." He didn't know where the trench coat came from, and he didn't want to know.

Brandon reached down, and grabbed the arm of the trench coat. He lifted it up as if one might lift dog poop with a paper napkin. He was just about to drag it to the trash, but just as he lifted it higher to put it in the open trash container, he heard a quiet voice.
'Wear me...' the voice whispered.

Brandon looked to the left, and then he looked to the right. "Hello?" he called out. Yet, he didn't see a single soul near him. The park went from having some people and plenty of animals, to empty with no one around.

Brandon stared at the trench coat. The coat didn't look dirty by any means, which was surprising considering how long it was probably on the ground for. He had no idea who previously wore it, or what it had been through, but the longer he looked at it, and the longer he held it, the more he was tempted to try to put it on. The temptation became too great, and he slipped on the trench coat over his clothes. The coat was massive on him. The coat was so long that it dragged on the ground, even once he put it on, and his arms couldn't even stick out of the armholes.

Brandon felt ridiculous wearing the coat. The coat made him feel like a kid trying to play dress up. He flailed his arms to get the coat off him, yet it didn't want to leave his body. "Come on..." he mumbled as he struggled with the large brown coat.

Suddenly, the straps on the coat reached out in front of Brandon and tied themselves in place. The coat sealed its front with Brandon inside of it.

"Hey!" Brandon struggled. He felt as if he was wearing a straitjacket. The coat hugged him tightly around his shoulders, yet it looked loose around his torso, even though to him, it felt incredibly tight. "Get off of me!" Brandon tried to struggle, yet no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't free himself. Worse yet, he felt strange underneath the jacket. He looked down at his own feet, and he developed a small case of vertigo. "Uhn...what are you doing to me?" he could still move his arms underneath the jacket, yet any movement of his arms didn't seem to have any visible impact on the jacket that hugged him.

Suddenly, Brandon felt movement underneath him. He looked down and saw there was still a solid path beneath him, but it felt as if his bare feet now brushed up against something that was definitely not the ground, nor his shoes for that matter. He tried to move his feet, but he didn't move around moving his own feet. He did eventually move forward, although haphazardly, and it wasn't his own legs that controlled his motions. "I don't want to run forward! Stop!"

Suddenly, his legs stopped, but he felt himself almost fall forward. It felt as if the coat stopped him from falling. He looked down at himself again and he just felt so strange in words he couldn't describe. He couldn't see his feet beyond the coat that hugged his shoulders tightly, yet the rest of his body loosely. He tried to move his legs again, slowly this time, and he found he had control of his legs, but he didn't see any movement down where his legs should have been. He tried to move his arms, and like his legs, he could move them, but he saw no visible movement underneath the coat. "What the heck is going on?"

His coat opened up, seemingly on its own, and the sight Brandon saw was unbelievable. His body had undergone a massive transformation underneath the trench coat, yet he had barely felt or seen any of it. He was no longer a he, but a she. He turning into a woman wasn't the biggest concern however. Below his feet was not one, but two more bodies stacked below him. He had become three short people stacked on top of each other to make it look as if they were much taller.

His body still looked like a human, but much smaller, as if he had a case of dwarfism. He estimated he was probably a little under three feet, and the beings below him were about as tall. The creatures below him also looked like him, but with minor differences in their body, including ethnicity. The one right below him looked Japanese, while the one at the bottom had red hair and freckles with lighter skin.

"I can't keep holding you up like this!" the female red haired Brandon at the bottom shouted. Her short stubby hands held onto the legs of the Japanese female Brandon with dark hair above her, and the Japanese Brandon held onto the now female Brandon above her. Suddenly, the three of them fell, all of them making the same noise in unison. "Woah!"

Brandon, the one on top, landed on now 'her' bare small ass with a thud. She now had the time to look at her two new selves. She felt so bizarre. She felt as if she were the other Brandon's, but at the same time, the other Brandon's were also her. "I uh..." her voice was now feminine, just like the rest of her body was.

"This...this is unusual." The Japanese Brandon said with an accent. "I don't remember being Japanese." She looked down at her tits. "Or having tits like these." Their body types were similar, and while they were short, each of them sported a C cup tits.

"I don't think I was a red head either." The other one said. "But man it was dark in there...I think? I just remember being on top and then suddenly my body pulled down to the bottom once it opened and...Man my head hurts."

"It was all because of that trench coat." the Brandon that used to be on top looked over to where the coat was, and she noticed it was no longer there. "Hey! Where did it go?"

The Japanese Brandon grimaced at the original. She looked at herself, and she felt strange as the other Brandon looked back. "I...I don't think we're going to be turning back that easily."

Suddenly, a shadow cast over the three. A creature came out from seemingly nowhere. The creature cast a shadow overhead that resembled that of a large demon. All three Brandon's stared with wide eyes, all filled with fright.

Hours later...

At that same park, a male-herm anthro tiger walked along the same path that Brandon previously walked on. He kept his eyes on the path in front of him, and his hands not far from him. His robotic legs suddenly halted as he saw a trench coat just sprawled out on the ground. "The heck is that doing there?" he glanced to the left, and then to the right. "Is some sort of flasher going to come out at me or something?" He half joked about it, but he kept his eyes and ears alert.

The anthro tiger named Anthony heard nothing but leaves blowing in the wind. He didn't think it was strange that the park was empty at this time of night, but he also felt a strange presence that told him otherwise. He reached down with his robotic arm to grab the trench coat on the ground, but then he pulled back. "I shouldn't. Who knows where that thing has even been?" the coat was taller than he was, and while he didn't hear anyone nearby, he picked up the faint scent of something sexual that likely happened there earlier.

Anthony suddenly jumped as he heard what sounded like a whisper. The noise came right down from the trench coat that he had nearly grabbed. He stared down at the coat with wide eyes. "Wear...you?" he mumbled as he repeated the words he swore he heard in his head. "No...I can't do THAT." he kept his robot arm and legs pulled away, but his regular arm reached out to it instead against his own will. He grabbed it with his robotic arm, but despite the strength of his robotic arm, something inside of his normal arm felt stronger than even robotics. 

The moment Anthony's arm touched the trench coat, the coat attacked. Much like the coat did with Brandon; it suddenly wrapped itself around Anthony. The coat covered him from neck down to his feet. Anthony couldn't even see his feet underneath the coat. "Hey! What the hell?" He shouted, similar to what Brandon had shouted earlier. 
No matter how much Anthony struggled, he couldn't break free. Even his robotic legs and arm weren't helping his situation. The arms of the coat wrapped tightly around his body, but over time, while it visibly looked as if it were getting looser, Anthony still felt like it constricted him.

Anthony struggled hard, so much so that he felt as if he was going to fall over, but something caught his fall. He looked down again, and grimaced. He suddenly felt much taller than he should have been. "What is up with this trench coat?" he shouted frustratingly. He suddenly felt motion underneath his legs, but as he looked down, he didn't see anything directly below him. "Is someone down there?" He tried to freeze his movement, but he still felt motions underneath him that wiggled and moved uncontrollably.

"Stop!" Anthony shouted, and suddenly the motions below him stopped. He raised one foot while he kept his eyes on the ground, and he didn't even see the trench coat move. He lowered his foot, and blinked rapidly.

Suddenly, the trench coat opened to reveal much of the same thing that had just happened to Brandon. Anthony split into three separate beings, except unlike Brandon, they were all the same gender as he was, that was a male-herm with small breasts. "Woah? How did that happen? What's going on?"

"If I could tell you, I would!" The Anthony in the middle of the trio said as he struggled to hold him up. Like the Anthony above and below him, he had robotic legs, and a robotic arm. "You're getting your juices all over me too by the way!"

Anthony felt it hard to control balance. While he felt as if he was on top, he also felt as if he were on the bottom. His robotic parts helped him, but not enough to keep balance. He soon fell forward onto the ground with a thud, with the Anthony in the middle following after. The Anthony on the very bottom fell backward with a heavy pant.

The top Anthony was the same male-herm that he was before. The second one, while he had male genitalia between his legs, had a very feminine body. The third one looked like a pure male. All of them now naked, and the trench coat that once covered them was back on the ground.

"Well, now what do we do?" bottom one said as he rubbed his rear. "I remember being big and tall, but now I just feel so weird, like I'm in three places at once."

"You and me both." The top Anthony said. He couldn't believe that he didn't just split into three different beings, but all of them had the same robotic parts as he did. "It's all because of that stupid coat." he turned to the trench coat, and noticed it vanished. "Where did it go?"

All three Anthony's looked over to where the trench coat should have been, only to find it gone. For a brief moment, all of them were speechless.

The top Anthony then spoke up. "We...should probably get back home and figure out what to do from there."

The other Anthony's agreed, and together the three nude tiger anthros ran out of the park.

The trench coat had once again vanished and left another victim, or in this case another three victims, to fend for themselves. Not one, but two people split up into six much smaller, shorter beings. The coat had to vanish fast though. Someday, it will find a new victim...
