An anthro horse with dark hide that covered most of his body, except for a spot on his chest and hands opened up the glass doorway to an apartment complex. The horse didn't live there, but he had plans for things for the people that did. He carried a brown bag on his back with a few pockets on the outside. He walked upstairs to the top floor, over to the apartment door 3A, and gave it a knock. He wore a long brown coat that covered him from head to hoof. The hallway was cheap with white walls, a white ceiling, and very tacky purple carpeting with 'sprinkle' effects, as if it came from the 70s.

The door opened to reveal a normal looking human with glasses. The human was male, a little chubby, and fair skin with short dark hair. "Can I help you?"

"Hello there Jeremy." The horse anthro introduced himself. "My name is Mark, and I am selling small dolls." He reached into the bag and pulled out a doll. The tan doll lacked a face, clothes, anything that might define it. "It is completely customizable in ways you could only imagine!"

"Customizable is another way for selling accessories, or getting away selling blank bodies." Jeremy looked down at the doll. The size of the doll was no more than two feet in length. "Is there anything special about it? Like material?"

"Ah, the material is special, yes, but there are various other special features about it." The horse quickly reached forward with a white covered hide, stroked it through Jeremy's hair, and pulled back. He looked down at his hand, and smiled. "I hope you don't mind if I use your hair to demonstrate." 

"When you put it THAT way." Jeremy couldn't stop the horse from getting to his hair. "By the way, how did you know my name anyways?" He should have been more worried a stranger knew his name. Then again, the stranger only said his first name, and that wasn't hard to get nowadays from the right companies.

"I know a lot of things." The hose simply replied. He brushed his hand over the head of the doll. The loose hairs on Jeremy's head transferred over to the doll and clung on there. "Now, what is one thing about your body you'd love to be different?" he pulled out a marker.

"Uh, is that supposed to be like a voodoo doll?" Jeremy looked down at the doll with a raised brow. He saw a few of his dark colored hairs on its head. "I don't want anything different, I'm fine."

"Is that so?" The horse used that marker and wrote the word 'TRUTH' in bold capital letters on the mouth of the doll. Despite the marker's tip, Mark was capable of writing the words incredibly tiny on the mouth of the doll. "Now, why don't you tell me what you really desire?"

"I want to be transformed into all sorts of strange and unique and bizarre things, as well as humiliated and degraded." Jeremy froze with fear. His eyes widened. "Uh, okay, goodbye." He couldn't tell him he didn't want the doll now because he truly 'did' want it, but he didn't want to admit it. He slammed the door on the horse's face.

"Amateurs. They claim to know it's a voodoo doll, but know nothing about what I can do with it." The horse rolled his eyes. He leaned down to the head of the doll. "Open the door back up. You cannot close it of your own will anymore."

Jeremy opened the door back up, but with wide eyes of fear. His body was stiff, and he couldn't close the door as much as he truly wanted. His hand gripped the handle, and his arm was still. "What are you doing?"

"As you can see," Mark walked into the apartment. "This doll has some very strong powers. It can make you do things you have no desire to do. Do you desire to work out? Just tell the doll to do a few pushups, and you'll do it. Or you can have someone else control the doll for you." Mark held the doll vertically, and made pushup motions with it using his other hand to mimic the ground. "Just like this."

Jeremy found himself mimicking the doll precisely. His hands touched the ground while his legs straightened out, and he performed pushups. "S-stop that! I'll buy it if it makes you stop doing that kind of stuff to me!"

"Oh, but aren't you curious about all of the other features this doll has to offer?" Mark smiled at Jeremy. "There is SO much more this voodoo that you do!"

"No!" Jeremy pulled out his wallet with a grimace. "Just-just whatever it costs."

Mark shrugged and took his wallet. He took a few twenty-dollar bills, and then handed him the wallet. "Okay then, but one more thing." He wrote 'slob' on the stomach of the doll, and handed it over. "That's permanent ink by the way, have fun!" Mark walked out with his bag of dolls, and closed the door. From the other side, he heard a massive bass belch from Jeremy, and chuckled. "A small change, but a change, now let's see what else this apartment has to offer."

Mark knocked on the door right across the hall, and patiently waited.

The door opened up to reveal a different creature entirely. There was a colorful gryffyn on the other side with a blue-feathered head, and various colors down his body to his pawed feet, and two very large wings. "Did you just knock on a door near mine?"

"How very observant." Mark knew this sale was going to be rough. The door was open just enough for him to stealthily slide his hoof between the doorway, and the door itself. "I am selling dolls. The person across from you was 'very' interested in it; perhaps I can interest you in one?"

The gryffyn looked down at Mark's hoof. "Really? You're employing THAT tactic? I don't know what you told him, or how you convinced him, but I have zero interest in playing with dolls."

"They're special dolls though." Mark revealed another blank doll. "Look!" He wrote down on the belly of the doll, and showed the gryffyn. "It has your name written all over it!" Mark wrote 'Frysco' directly on the belly of the doll.

"Wait, how did you know my..." Frysco shook his head. "Never mind. Look, I don't want anything. Now leave before I get the authorities involved."

Mark pulled out a blue feather and placed it on the doll's head. "I know a lot more about you than you think. You also shed this outside recently, so I hope you don't mind if I helped myself to it." He smiled. "Now, I didn't have a lot of time to do much to the guy next door, so I'm hoping I get more time with you, because I have this idea that I know you're going to love!"

"Okay, it's one thing to know my name; it's another thing entirely to grab a piece of stray feathers. You're borderline obsessive and freakish." He'd close the door, but he heard that didn't go so well with the person next door.

"Oh no, you're the freakish one." Mark wrote something in very tiny print on the head of the doll. The print was so tiny it was impressive how he could write so small with a pen that large, though the text was visible when he showed Frysco. The text read 'cum instead of saliva.'

Frysco smacked his beak as a weird taste filled his mouth. The taste was salty, and his saliva, no matter how much he had, felt sticky. He reached into his mouth with a finger, got a bit of saliva onto it, and looked at his finger to see clear white. He smelled it, and coiled back. "How did you do that?"

"Anything I write on the voodoo doll happens for real." Mark explained casually. "Even something as freakish and bizarre as that. Did I mention I'm using a permanent marker? Well, hope you like the taste of cum."

Frysco covered his beak with an angry glare to Mark. He couldn't believe what he just did. He tasted cum. He couldn't digest properly again until he bought a doll from him. "Let me guess, I can erase that somehow if I buy it from you?"

"Yup." Mark nodded happily. "But if you can live with that, just wait until you see the other features! It's moldable!" Mark grabbed the arms and pushed them into the torso. The arms seemingly vanished inside the torso with not a single trace of them after. "I could cut them off too, but they'd fall down at your sides, and I think you'd freak out at that."

"I'm already pretty freaked out!" Frysco watched as his arms folded in on themselves and pushed inside his own body. He felt his torso absorb them until there was nothing left, as if he didn't have arms or even shoulders at all. "I can't exactly buy a doll if you take away my hands!"

"You have feet, don't you? Claws? Paws? Whatever they are, you have alternative methods. No need to be a dick about it." Mark smirked. He wrote something on the very center of the voodoo doll's chest.

Frysco worried about what exactly Mark wrote down, but he soon realized it as his body quivered. His entire torso expanded and swelled while his head flattened. He retained all of his facial features, but they were much flatter against his now oddly flattened head. "Don't! I'll buy one! I'll buy them all! Just don't do this!" he shivered as a vein appeared on the side of his cylinder shaped body, and gently pulsed.

"It would be rude for me to walk in there and just take the money for myself." Mark replied casually. "You'll have to somehow pay me. By the way, I don't accept credit cards."

Frysco felt his wings melt into his body. He was unaware that the design of his wings stayed on his back. The wings just became two-dimensional. His legs both shortened and swelled. Movement became already too difficult with what he was becoming, and as much as he wanted to try to move to get money, he couldn't. His mouth opened up into a small O shape, even as he tried to relax his beak. "But...I...can't." he said as his eyes closed and vanished. He could still see with magic eyes, but nobody could see them.

"Oh?" The voodoo doll Mark held onto took the very shape Frysco did. Mark manipulated the doll with his hands effortlessly as the doll took on the shape that resembled a dildo more than a person. "A pity, I guess you'll be stuck as a huge dick." Mark chuckled. "If we want to get social commentary involved, I personally can't tell the difference."

"Not...funny." Frysco felt his entire body pulse and throb. Movement felt even harder. His head pointed straight up into the air as his legs filled with seed. He felt his new testicles churn with cum, ready to burst. He tried to talk again, but a wave of seed just spat out from his mouth all over his face, and onto the ground in front of him. He looked nothing more than a multicolored large equine cock. His nose picked up the strong scent of musk that came directly from his body.

"Oh but it's funny to me." Mark ripped off what was left of Frysco's clothes, and stroked his shaft. "Hah, you're throbbing so hard. You obviously enjoy this! I should charge you just for turning you into a cock!"

Frysco knew he could talk, but it felt hard, and he felt just as hard. He throbbed and pulsed harder. Just the sensation of Mark touching him was too much. His body tensed, and he orgasmed. His mouth burst with wave after wave of seed. His huge cock body came excessively with enough force to cover the ceiling with his seed. Once his orgasm finished, he found limited mobility again, but he couldn't move from his spot. He could only twitch gently as he softened. He also felt as if all of his energy just drained, as if it all just left him.

Mark somehow avoided every sperm that came from Frysco's body. He gave the huge shaft a pat, and pushed it back. He set the doll down next to it, now also shaped like a dildo. "I'll just give you this free of charge. You were VERY entertaining." Mark closed the door with a smile, and then looked down the hallway. Oh, the possibilities about what he could change were endless!

Mark walked down the halls, and inspected the doors. He gave one a knock, and waited to see if anyone answered.

A tan skinned man with black hair opened up the door. "Can I help you?" He looked back and noticed the bag. "Uh, there is a sign out in front of the apartment that says no solicitors."

"I know, but I have something that will change your life Brandon!" Mark pulled out another doll with a smile on his face. "I'll cut straight to the point; this doll can do a LOT of things to your body, and more!"

"A voodoo doll?" Brandon asked curiously. He heard of them, but he never saw a real one. "How do you know it really works?"

Suddenly, there was a massive belch from behind Jeremy's door.

Mark smirked. "Just trust me when I say it just works. You can become anything you desire, and many things you may not desire."

"That last part almost sounds like a threat." Brandon looked at the bag with uncertainty.

"Well, let's look at it this way." The man pulled out a small piece of black hair, and put it on the dolls head. "First, we put something of yours on it, and then we can do whatever we want to it. Have you ever wanted to be female? This doll can do that for you!"

"Uh," Brandon raised a brow at Mark. He didn't even question how Mark knew his name. Salespeople sold information left and right to each other, although he imagined if this person got his name, then that was all he got. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh nonsense! With all the stories you read, commissions you want made, all the pictures you pay to be drawn? You WANT to become female! You want to become your original characters, don't you? A lot of people do, it's perfectly natural!"

"Okay, you're getting a little too personal." Brandon grimaced. "My name is one thing, but my personal interests like...those, are completely another."

"How about I just show you?" Mark wrote down the female symbol on the torso of the doll and showed it to Brandon. "The transformation process is pretty quick, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Brandon felt his body shiver once Mark wrote down the symbol. He didn't believe in magic, but as his body hair shed from his body from the neck down, he began to believe. "H-hey, you can erase that symbol now." He felt his cock tent in his pants, humiliatingly so in front of a stranger. "Stop this! What is it doing?"

"Well, in order to turn someone from male to female, it often has to...let's just say 'expunge' the masculinity in a male." Mark explained. "Sometimes this is one huge massive orgasm, other times it's multiple short ones, and each time you lose a bit more of your masculinity. Of course, there are more ways, but these are the two most common." Mark held the doll up to his face. "Stay right where you are so I can enjoy the show, don't close the door, don't run away."

Brandon was just about to close the door when he heard his mind whisper to him the same thing Mark told the doll. His shaft continued to grow erect until it tented fully in his pants and throbbed heavily. He felt pressure build between his legs, stronger than he ever felt before, and while he felt himself leak, he couldn't quite orgasm. With each hint of pre that leaked, his body turned more and more feminine. "Uhn...all this...with a symbol? Can I erase it if I buy the doll?" He didn't want to give in to the man, but he didn't want to cum right in front of him either.

"You can use white out on the doll I suppose." Mark shrugged. "But you could also just use enough to change it back to male." He smiled. "That'll be $10,000."

"W-what?" Brandon looked down the hallway, and then back at Mark. "Is that how much they normally cost?"

"Well, they normally cost $20, but I decided to do a bit of a markup because I'm enjoying what I'm seeing. If you transform fully into a woman I can lower the price a bit I guess, but if you let me transform you into something totally different, I'll give it to you for free afterwards."

Brandon groaned heavily. He couldn't even move from the door to pay for such a ridiculous price, even if he wanted to. His cock continued to throb and leak. It created a visible dampness in his pants. His chest ballooned out, and his hair grew longer. The change felt fast, but also painstakingly slow. He just wanted it to end so he could pay a cheap price and fix himself after. "What...what are you going to transform me into after making me a woman?" 

"I'm thinking maybe a shark?" Mark shrugged. "We'll see what you look like once you become a full-fledged woman."

Brandon continued to cum until his cock vanished completely. His pants were damp, his chest was out into full C cup tits, and his body was no longer male at all, but female. He was now a she.

"Perfect! That's the first part of the transformation. Now, take off your clothes. Let's see what we have underneath the hood." Mark said loudly. He mostly spoke to the doll, but so long as the doll heard the orders, Brandon heard them through his ears and his mind as well.

Brandon wanted to refuse, but as the doll heard the order, his, or rather, her hands went to her sides and pulled her shirt off, and then her pants and underwear. Brandon showed off her tanned skin and now feminine body. She looked like a female version of Brandon, and she blushed immensely. "A-are you done?" she asked, just as her Adam's apple pushed in and gave her a feminine voice.

"With the first phase? Yes. It was a little quick, but what can I say, I like to experiment with transformation speeds." Mark chuckled. "Can you imagine a long length story, slowly becoming a female and nothing else, and dealing with everything? Actually, the social norms wouldn't change that much. Mentally it would be interesting, but physically there wouldn't be very drastic changes." Mark shrugged. "Let's move on, shall we?" He reached into his bag and pulled out a tail. "Let's add something inhuman." With a small needle, he sewed the shark tail onto the voodoo doll.

Brandon felt as if multiple needles pricked her rear. As Mark finished sewing the tail on the doll, Brandon turned her head and noticed a gray shark tail with dark, gray stripes atop of it growing out from his ass. "W-wow."

"Wow?" Mark chuckled. "A transformation that significant, you're a woman; you have a shark tail, and all you can say is 'wow'?"

"What am I supposed to say?" Brandon grimaced at her tail, and then looked over at Mark. "I could live normally as a woman. Humiliating and degrading, and definitely needing to get used to it, but I could live. I can't live normally with a tail like this!"

"Yeah, the slob might live normally, but the cock across the hall definitely can't." Mark rolled his eyes. "Anyways, you need more changes." He pulled out a gray marker and began coloring all over the voodoo doll.

Brandon felt as if someone drew all over her. She watched as gray covered her body from head to toe, although it looked as if a toddler drew it on her at first, as Mark colored in the doll, the gray became more detailed until it covered her from head to toe. She noticed even stripes on her back. "But this isn't the Sushi I was thinking of." She mumbled.

"There are all different kinds of ways to make Sushi." Mark sewed on green hair. "I'm simply doing my version."

Brandon felt her hair brush outwards and grow slowly. She pulled a lock in front of her face, and saw the green colored hair. "But...I always imagined..."

"You know, you're one of the few commenting about wanting to be a 'specific' character. You wanted to be a cartoon version? A villain version?" Mark chuckled. "Look, we don't have that kind of time to focus on that detail. You're going to become this version instead." He pulled up on the ears of the voodoo doll, and pulled out two tiny pin needles with a smirk on his face.

Brandon saw enough horror movies to know what two tiny pin needles meant. She didn't even notice that her ears changed into pointed shark anthro ears. "W-what are you going to do with those?"

"Well, normally you might hurt someone with these." Mark poked a needle through the voodoo doll's ears. "But these are different. See, I notice you have two ear piercings in Sushi, so I figure I'd just give them to you like this." He smiled down at the doll. "Hey, she's looking more and more like a tiny shark play doll. Maybe we can give her to a toddler once this is all over and see how she handles it."

Brandon shook her head. "You sold this doll to others on this floor right? You're not being THAT mean to them are you?" Brandon winced as she felt Mark pierce her ears, and actually give those piercings on her new shark ears. There was a hint of pain with the piercings, but it was short lived. "Y-you can just sell me the doll, I'll pay whatever you want if you have payment plans."

Mark chuckled. "Yes, some like it, and some I know will mess with it. I can tell if you get this doll, you will also mess with it and experiment. Allow me to finish my fun first before you have yours."

Brandon sighed. "Fine, just hurry it up then." She crossed her arms, and then shivered as her arms brushed across her nipples. She hated the increased sensitivity, but it made her feel so good, almost as good at the nights she masturbated, but she'd never admit such things openly.

"Glad to hear it! You look a lot like Sushi already; you just need some finishing touches." Mark pulled a bit of the doll's face out. He also made various small adjustments to the size of the doll's shape all around, giving it a more feminine appearance.

Brandon watched as Mark reshaped both the doll, and her. Her stomach rumbled as it took on feminine curves, and even a small shark snout. She heard her teeth crack and crumble as they reshaped into shark teeth. She looked dangerous, but at the same time, she also had a look that almost appeared nerdy, though that could have been with the glasses. She didn't gain or lose much muscle mass either. "Are you done yet?" she said with an annoyed tone.

"Well, I think we could get much more into detail with the transformation, but I'm in the mood for quicker ones today." Mark shrugged. "What do you think?"

Brandon's body felt sensitive. She stroked her hide and shivered. She still smelled the same and she saw the same out of her glasses. She even heard the same despite her ears now at the top of her head. She just looked completely different. Her tail lashed out behind her, and she turned to it before she looked back at Mark. "It feels good, but it just doesn't feel...like, it feels there should be so much more to this."

"Oh, I'm sure." Mark rolled his eyes with a smile. "That's why I'm leaving it to you." He tossed the doll to Brandon, and then realized what he just did. "Well, crap."

Brandon caught the doll just in time for the doll to fling him back in the apartment. He landed on the table with a crash and a thud, but was otherwise unharmed. "Hey!"

"What can I say? It was unplanned." With a chuckle, Mark closed the door. "You can keep that doll free of charge for providing me such entertainment at least!" he added.

Mark turned around, and looked down the hallway. He changed a few people so much already, but he knew he could do so much more. "I do suppose taking my time is a selling point." He commented. "But at the same time, I'm a salesperson. I wouldn't be selling something if I didn't get to the point!"

Just then, a door opened and revealed a very fat Jeremy. Jeremy looked down at Mark with a glare, and a large belch. He looked as if he gained 600 pounds, and did not have the clothing to cover his new fat body. His pants barely held together, and his shirt was so small it failed to cover his massive gut. His ass spilled out from above his pants. "You have to fix -urp- this!" he called out.

"Fix what? You look much better than what you used to be." Mark chuckled to Jeremy, and then paused as a stench filled the air. "Okay, you could definitely use some help bathing."

Jeremy held his doll in his hand, overstuffed. "Yeah well, I'm trying to get this thing to work, but I can't!" He held the doll out for Mark. "And I can't get that writing off either."

Mark took the doll and noticed the word 'Slob', as well as an attempt to white it out all over it. "That definitely explains the white on your body." Mark said as he saw white spots on Jeremy. "So, you want me to fix this?"

Jeremy nodded. "Y-yeah. And the whole truth thing too."

Mark chuckled. "I think you got off far too easy anyways. I'm surprised you want to be able to tell lies again. What, you trying to become a politician?" He grabbed the doll and made a small incision in the back. "This might hurt a bit, but you shouldn't bleed or anything."

Jeremy felt a pinch in his back. He couldn't see behind him, but he felt 'something' digging inside of him. "What are you going to do?"

Mark shifted his fingers around in the doll carefully. "It would be too easy to just remove the stuffing in you. We can't have it be that simple. I'm instead going to move the stuffing around." He shifted a portion of the stuffing in Jeremy's feet, as well as his hands. "Of course, oversized hands and feet is one thing, but they 'really' look better on an anthro, wouldn't you agree?"

Jeremy watched as his hands inflated, as well as his feet. They did more than grow though. Both his hands and feet took on a white hue. "I-I guess, but I'd love to have huge paw feet!" Jeremy froze. "I mean, I'd love to try out new things!" he let out a gasp. He then remembered the 'truth' written on the doll. "O-okay I change my mind, give it back!"

"What? Come on, you said it yourself, you enjoy this!" Mark chuckled. "Don't you want more? Big fox pawed feet, huge pawed hands? We can keep you male; we already had someone become female. I'm talking to a variety of different people in this apartment!"

Jeremy watched as fur developed on his hands and feet. His toes fused together and he felt paw pads grow underneath his paw digits. His toenails pushed out into black clawed tips, just as his fingernails became black claw tips. His feet grew and swelled to a ridiculous size. The growth was beyond any normal human size, and most clown sizes. "God, this is looking silly! They look like two massive flippers!" He then looked at his white furry hands. He could grab his entire head with the size they grew.

"Well, they can kind of work like flippers. Combined with your big weight, you'd be a real good swimmer." Mark pulled his hand out of the doll. The back of the doll magically sewed itself back up. "Now, I'm thinking complete fox anthro because what the hell." He pulled out an orange marker, and began to scribble over the back of the doll. "I just got to give you some orange to go with your white."

Jeremy felt the fur grow on his back, and the white spots on his front changed into fur. "How are you doing that? I tried to make white out but it just gave me weird spots!"

"It's a matter of how you work it." Mark casually explained. Much like the other doll, Mark pulled out a tail, but this tail was a fox tail. "Hm. Give me a number between one and one hundred."

"What?" Jeremy had a strong feeling where that was going. "No!" he winced as his spine extended behind him, pulling orange fur with it. As it finished growing, fur spread out all over the newly grown tail. Jeremy found he barely had any control over it.

Mark rolled his eyes. "You really don't understand how this works, do you?" He leaned down to the voodoo doll, and put his mouth near the ear. "Give me a number between one and one hundred."

"Sixty nine!" Jeremy suddenly shouted, and then blushed. "Hey!" he let out a sudden belch and covered his face. He was still a massively fat slob in many ways.

Mark rolled his eyes. "I'm not shocked." With the marker, he wrote '69' on the tail of the voodoo doll. "There's no way that many will fit on the doll, but that should fit above your ass. Well, one way or another they'll fit."

Jeremy gasped as his tail exploded. A massive amount of tails suddenly swayed behind him, an amount he couldn't believe were capable of being on his butt. The tails were each about half the size of the original, but they were plentiful. He couldn't count how many there were as they swayed around wildly, but he had a good estimate. "W-whoa!"

"Is that all you have to say?" Mark chuckled. "69 tails. That one animal fox with nine of them has nothing on you. Combine that with the huge paws and fat body and you're definitely different for the better!"

Jeremy's countless tails waved behind him. He let out another belch and covered his face. He realized that Mark made him more and more of a fox. Fur covered him from head to toe and he even had a muzzle. He was too fat to see his cock, but he knew it too had changed. "I-it's not for the better!"

"Oh nonsense." Mark waved his hand dismissively. "Now, before I let you go after considerably transforming you, let's give you the scent of a slob to go with your body." Mark wrote down 'musk' on the voodoo doll before he offered it back to Jeremy. "There you go, have fun with that!" Fur covered Jeremy's body; he had the paws, the muzzle, and the tail. Mark made a few more adjustments to make him a fat musky fox anthro.

Jeremy let out another belch. He felt saliva drip from his mouth, and wiped it with his furry arm. The hair on his head, as well as his eyes, were the only things about his body that remained unchanged. He smelled the musk that emitted from his body, weak at first, but quickly growing in strength until it was powerful. Jeremy didn't mind the smell. After all, the smell came from him. It didn't mean he disliked the scent he emitted though. "Oh god, I've GOT to shower." Jeremy grabbed the doll from Mark, and rushed back to his apartment. At least, he tried to rush. With his massive weight however, he waddled back to his apartment.

"Good luck with that!" Mark said with a laugh. "That scent is NOT coming off from a shower." Mark then looked down the complex and saw two more doors he hadn't checked yet. With a smile, he waited until Jeremy made it back in his apartment, and then went down to one of the doors and gave it a knock.

The door opened up to what appeared to be a male tiger anthro with a few robotic limbs. Specifically, his legs below his kneecaps, as well as one of his arms were robotic. "Yes?" the tiger asked with a raised brow. "Are you a solicitor?"

Mark blinked with surprise at the tiger. "Hm. Robotic parts huh? Are they modifiable?"

"What's it matter to you?" The tiger raised a brow.

Mark could tell this tiger was suspicious over Mark already. "What about your gender? How many know you have a cunt and tits, Anthony?"

Anthony grimaced at Mark. "I'm going to slam the door on your face now."

Mark chuckled. "You know, I've dealt with a few interesting people already." He tilted his head down the hall. "From a man that turned into a fat slob, to gryffyn into a huge dick, literally, and a man, now a female shark, I've had quite a few interesting customers already. The question is, what do I have to do in order to make you a customer for my voodoo dolls?"

"You have a voodoo doll of me in there I take it?" Anthony asked. "How are you going to make it work on someone like me?" he flexed his robotic arm.

Mark brushed his chin. "You do make a good point. What CAN I do to someone with a few robotic parts?" He slowly smiled. "Well, while this doll won't do much to your robotic parts, it can do plenty to the rest of your body. It can even change your sexuality if you so desire!"

"Uh, why would I want to do that?" Anthony crossed his arms with an angry glare.

"Look, I don't judge. I'm merely making suggestions you can do in an attempt to try something new." Mark shrugged. "You don't have to do any of that, but if you want, I can show you some examples of what I CAN do." He held up the voodoo doll with a bit of Anthony's hair on top of it. "You want to be a different anthro? This can do that. I have something in mind if you're willing to try it."

Anthony looked at the doll and noticed a bit of his black hair on its head. "Did you get the hair from everyone else for their voodoo doll? You're very creepy, and not just in 'magical' ways, either."

"How I got it doesn't matter. What matters is I have it, and I can change things. Now, I don't know much about you, but I can guess. You're a tiger anthro, a male-herm one. I don't know why, but I'm thinking you totally need to be a horse like me." Mark smiled. "I was thinking we can play a game out of it, but I can't think of much." He wrote an 'H' on Anthony's voodoo doll.

Anthony felt his body shift slightly, but not significantly. He felt his foot harden underneath his clothing. He wore a black shirt with jeans and shoes, but over the foot that wasn't robotic, he looked down as his shoe burst and his sock strained to hide a hardening hoof. He couldn't feel it as his foot went numb, but he couldn't believe it. "You've got to be kidding me." His robotic leg didn't change, but it didn't have to for him to realize just how serious this horse was. "You know I could just buy it, rip the hair off, and that should be that, right?"

"You could." Mark wrote an 'O' on the doll next. "But you wouldn't be undoing the changes done to your body; you'd just be preventing more from happening from this doll."

Anthony heard a crack from behind. His ears twitched as they pulled upwards and became teardrop, though his hearing didn't change besides the location. His tail burst into multiple horse hairs, and blackened in color. He looked back at his tail, and then at Mark. "An anthro horse isn't really 'that' big of a change at the very least." He mumbled.

"Well, I haven't been making 'significant' changes here; at least I'd like to think so." Mark wrote an 'R' on the doll next. "Just enough to make lives more interesting."

"I'm surprised that doll even knows what you're writing." Anthony shivered as his fur shed to the winds. Dark brown horsehide revealed itself underneath his entire body from head to hoof and robotic toe. His arms were unchanged, but only because they were also robotic. He even felt his cunt change, but into that of a mare's. He felt his cunt widen and deepen, big enough to take a horse cock in it.

"Oh, the doll has its ways." Mark smiled at Anthony. "You know, you're looking more attractive every time I write another letter." He then wrote 'S' on the doll.

Anthony rolled his eyes as his face pulled out into a small equine muzzle. He almost looked completely like a horse, although he lacked a mane. He was covered in dark brown hide with his still robotic arms and legs, and even a horse tail. "You're transforming me into something weird, and you're hitting on me?"

"Maybe a little." Mark wrote 'E' on the doll, spelling out 'HORSE' completely on the chest. "Is there a problem with that? Are you not into guys?"

Anthony sighed. "Look, it shouldn't matter. If I were into men, it doesn't mean I'm into people that behave like assholes. You're transforming me against my..." There was a poof as Anthony's hair grew out into a mane, completing his anthro horse transformation. He let out an annoyed sigh. "You're transforming me against my will. I'm definitely not into that."

"Well, what do I have to do to make you like me?" Mark tilted his head. "There's only one other horse I know of, and she isn't into me."

"So...you're bi?" Anthony raised a brow. "In either case, I'm not telling you."

"You realize I have a doll here that can do just about anything I want it to, right? This includes making you love me if I really truly wanted." He grabbed a red marker and hovered it over the doll.

Anthony sighed. He looked down at his hide-covered body. He felt his transformation wasn't significant, but he liked it more than his previous body. "Is that really love though?"

"Okay, fine." With a roll of his eyes, Mark wrote down one thing on the doll before he offered it to Anthony. "Take it and do what you will."

Anthony sighed. He felt his muscles suddenly build. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't built strong either. He looked down at the doll and noticed it said 'strong' on it. "That explains that." He said as the muscles continued to build. His normal looking body took on a toned look, and then a muscular look. The changes occurred fast, like so many other changes before, but like the change that made Anthony into a horse anthro, it made him feel good. He looked down at the set of abs underneath his clothes, and flexed. "Hah." He turned his attention to Mark. "Look, I can tell you're trying...so," he grabbed a piece of paper just on the other side of the wall, scribbled something down, and offered it to Mark. "Give me a call, maybe we can work something out."

Mark took the paper with a smile. "Of course." With a bow, he walked away from the door and let Anthony close it behind him.

There was only one more door left for Mark to examine, and he had one voodoo doll left. The very last door he was uncertain about who was on the other side. He was able to learn so much about the people on the other side of the many other doors in this apartment complex, but not this person. Mark walked up to the door, and gave it a knock.

The door opened and revealed a mostly brown horsehide covered equine anthro. She looked like a woman, but there was a bulge between her legs. She wore a purple robe over her body. Her green eyes met Mark's blue ones, and she grimaced the moment she saw him.

"Oh...shit." Mark mumbled.

"Mark, what the hell are you doing here?" The equine woman put a hide-covered hand on her hip.

"Erm..." Mark scratched the back of his head nervously. "I thought that..."

"You thought that these stories could use another antagonist? You thought they could use someone else transforming people?" The horse rolled her eyes. She grabbed Mark's shirt and lifted him up in the air. "There is only one antagonist that transforms people. Your job is to be a pretty boy good boy. You're making yourself look bad."

Mark's hooves shook with nervousness. "Erm...well...you're here now?" Mark replied with a crack in his voice.

"You're right, I am." The horse lowered Mark, and grinned. "And now that I am, I'm going to punish you for transforming people so haphazardly."

Mark gulped. "Crap..." He knew this horse far too well, and the punishments she could give as too.

"You might be doing that too. We'll leave it up for the readers to decide how bad I punish you." The horse pulled Mark into the apartment, and smiled wickedly as she slowly closed it behind her.
