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What goes up must come down, side to side, round and round...
Pound for pound, tell me tell me, what will you do now?

***", "writing": "“It's always the same, isn't it?” he comments. The cat person sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his palms into his eyes in exhaustion. He looks up at the ceiling, seeing the simple wooden roof above him. The rain outside is making soft little tip taps on it and filling the place with an earthy wet scent. Normally the cat didn't mind the rain...tonight, not so much. \n\nKan'Da looks back towards his guest. Said guest is still siting in the chair across from him, having not moved an inch. The cat reads his expression and grunts. \n\n“You think I'm crazy.” he accuses. \n\n“A little, yeah.” his guest confirms for him. Kan'Da furrows his brow but doesn't deny it. His guest senses he needs to qualify that comment. \n\n“You do talk to yourself a lot...and do...odd things. In town I mean.” the skunk man started. \n\nKan'Da nodded but cut him off. \n\n“The baker wasn't my fault.” he spat. \n\n“You turned him into a loaf of bread! I saw you do it!” the skunk spat back. Kan'Da looked away and spoke out of the side of his mouth. \n\n“He was being difficult. Besides, I was hungry and...”\n\n“And that's reason to turn him into food?! You are crazy!” the skunk cut him off this time. Kan'Da looked at his guest and glared. \n\n“You know I can't control it. It just...comes...” the cat muttered, looking down at his toes. His red fur was dirty and crusted with mud from the rain. At some point he had lost his shoes today...\n\nKan'Da stood up from his chair and paced around the room for a moment. He couldn't control the magic...the weird stuff that just...happened around him. It wasn't his fault...well of course it was. He didn't mean to turn people into food or furniture or clothes or whatever on purpose...usually. \n\nBut the funny part was...\n\n[You get a kick out of it when it happens. You enjoy it you naughty thing...]\n\n“No no NO.” he muttered aloud.\n\nThe cat pushed the forming thought from his mind and eyed the counter. The loaf of bread his guest mentioned was siting on the table. There was less of it now. He'd been munching on it most of the day. He was amazed it hadn't gone bad yet. That had been what...two...four days ago? He wasn't sure.\n\nThe cat took the bread knife and started to cut a hunk for himself but stopped halfway though. The mouse man's face was still on one end of the loaf. He was smiling happily, face stuck in a frozen bliss of being delicious baked bread. He tasted good. The best Kan'Da had, ever had truth be told. \n\nHe didn't exactly feel regret over this either. That was the part that was driving him madd...er. He knew the baker was VERY happy as bread. Somehow he knew this. Just like he knew that he would be blissfully pleased when he was completely digested and filling a chamber pot. The red cat did not know how he knew this, but he was sure of it regardless. \n\nThe cat put down the mouse loaf and picked up one of the buns he had turned the mouse man's kids into. The little muffin shaped bit of bread had a slight face on it that smiled at him before he popped it in his mouth. It was as good as the others had been. \n\n“Do you think turning his whole family into baked goods makes that ok?” the skunk asked him coldly as the cat returned to his seat. Kan'Da didn't answer at first, as he was busy chewing and thinking he needed some butter for the rest of these. \n\n“You'd have rather I left them orphans?” he countered as he swallowed. He smacked his lips and knew he'd likely have 2 or 3 more of those before the end of the night. \n\n“No of course not!” the skunk pointed out, annoying in his tone. \n\nKan'Da smirked.\n\n“Well then you see why I did that. And why I'm eating them. They're bread and bread goes bad. I don't want them to go to waste.” he reasoned aloud. That was a lie. He was eating them because they were delicious. \n\nHis guest didn't say anything in reply to that. Kan'Da didn't offer anything for a bit himself. Not until he was done picking the bread from his teeth. \n\n“Its always the same isn't it?” the cat muses. One of his hands had idly found his cock and was starting to tease it to attention. The other is supporting his chin as he lazes on one arm of the chair. \n\n“What is?” the skunk asks before he notices the idle masturbation occurring in front of him. \n\n“That's...rude? I'm not even sure that's the right word for that.” he muttered, clearly embarrassed. \n\nKan'Da smirked. \n\n“Its not like this is the first time you've seen me naked. Or doing this.” he commented, rubbing his hand up his shaft as it became stiffer. The skunk grunted at that.\n\n“You almost never wear clothes as it is. Its a wonder the town hasn't ran you out for public nudity.” he complains aloud. Kan'Da nods. \n\n“Funny that. I think either they don't care...or I've made them not care. One or the other.” he wonders. His stinky guest doesn't want to think about that creepy thought but has another occur to him.\n\n“Why did you bring me here tonight anyways? It certainly wasn't to watch you jack off.” the skunk questions. Kan'Da stoped the idle fondling of his red bits as he wondered that himself. \n\n“Well I didn't want to leave you outside in the rain. Besides, I was wanting some company. I don't think there's many left in town at this point anyways.” the cat explains. He adjusts himself a bit in his chair, feeling the snout and nose that rested under his ass crack briefly rub against his exit. He 'mmm'ed and maneuvered so that the chair's nose was just barely penetrating him. His cock stiffened up much more eagerly after that. \n\nHis guest seemed confused a bit now himself. He starts to ask but Kan'Da cuts him off.\n\n“Its always the same. Its getting worse and I know its getting worse because I remember what happens.” he sighed wistfully.\n\n“What happens?” his guest asked fearfully. \n\n“I start to turn everyone I come across into something else. And when it..I don't remember what it is, gets here... it will take care of the rest.” he sighed. His cock was rock hard at this point and he was playing with himself quite vigorously despite his resigned tone. His guest seemed less then relieved by this news. Kan'Da looks at him and smiles, realizing he had scared him.\n\n“Don't worry. You're safe. It's not gonna do anything to you when it gets here.” he assured him. The skunk sighed in relief. He then scowled slightly as he got a whiff of something rather foul. He eyed the cat and the cat looked confused for a moment. \n\n“What stinks in here?” his guest asked. Kan'Da smiled and relaxed a bit.\n\n“Oh, that's just you. I turned you into poop, remember?” \n\nKan'Da's smelly guest looked a bit surprised at that but said nothing more. The cat smiled and got up from his chair, still nursing his hard on as he left the little pile of skunk poop in the chair as he went to get another bite of bread. \n\n*\n\n\n[Do you think he likes being a bit of dung?]\n\n“Maybe? I think he does.” Kan'Da spoke aloud to the empty air. Now that he wasn't talking to it, the poop in the room didn't seem to be up for conversation. Neither did any of the other transformed former beings in the place. \n\n[I suppose a better question is, do you like him like that?]\n\nKan'Da blushed and took a moment to think up a reply. He had no control over his hand as it kept right on rubbing his junk. He barely felt it at this point.\n\n[Taking that long to think about it answers for me.]\n\nThe red cat looked up at the empty air, looking for the source of the voice. To any passers by, there was a naked cat man in his house, multitasking as he talked to himself and masturbated simultaneously.\n\n[Don't look up. Down you silly thing.]\nKan'Da dropped his gaze from the ceiling to the floor...and caught sight of something most...off. \nNamely his cock. Or what was recently that. He watched as the tip of it bulged outward, as if a bubble was under his skin. The bubble pushed up into a bulbous shape that was followed by the very strange sensation of his piss slit widening. It was almost as if peeing with no resulting flow. What followed was his now much larger dick growing what was clearly lips and a mouth. His cock lost shape as a phallus and soon was very clearly a canine snout and nose. Filled with many sharp little teeth. It giggled. \n\n[If you could only see your face right now. Hehe!]\n\nKan'Da let out a scream and tried to back away from his own dick. He managed to simply land on the floor and knock over his chair. The cat spread his legs wide as he felt his testicles start to balloon outward. It wasn't painful at all. But it felt oh so wrong. So weird and...and...familiar?\n\nHe tried to sit up fully but was beaten to the punch as he was forced to lay back instead. His hips rose up on their own, as if he was trying to position himself for auto fellatio. Instead of a cock between his legs however, there was a grinning red snout and what was his balls as they rounded into the head it was attached to. The cat watched as his wrinkled scrotum started to contort and then BLINK at him as a pair of eyes looked down at him. Wild wide eyes of a electric blue that stared through him. \n\nKan'Da didn't have time to react to this fully as he was suddenly moaning. His eyes rolled back and he tensed all over his body. He was cumming. Cumming harder then he had in his life. And he kept his eyes wide open as he watched the snout attached to his crotch start to ooze thick cum from its nose and lips. The slime was not the right consistency, more like paint than seed. He watched as it defied physics and instead of messing up his belly fur, it started to climb around the snout and lips in circles. The white goo drying and forming stripes along the snout, turning the nose off white and giving the muzzle a candy cane like pattern. \n\nThe cat let out one last groan as his penis 'spoke' to him.\n\n[It's always the same. Every single time, hehe!]\n\n*\n\nKan'Da crawled forward on the floor, trying to get away from...well, his lower half now. It was whistling a little tune to itself as he moaned and cried out in confusion. He could feel it getting bigger. He glanced back and saw his penis or whatever it was now, had turned itself around. How and why he couldn't say but he saw the back of its red and white head instead of the snout. And it had grown a pair of what he mistook for horns at first. They grew long and tall before they unfolded like flower petals. Ears. A pair of huge rabbit like ears. The tips thin and curled and with the same candy cane pattern as the rest of his groin area. \n\n[As much as I love the floor of this hovel you've found, lets get off the ground, shall we?]\n\nKan'Da gasped as he suddenly felt his entire center of gravity shift. His legs disobeyed him as they kicked off the floor and forced him into a sudden handstand position. His head swam and his arms buckled, sending him into the other chair in the room. There was a squish and the stink in the room got far stronger for a bit. \n\nThe red cat grunted as he regained his senses, feeling something cold and mushy against his belly. He realized he was in a extremely awkward position in the other chair now. It looked as if he had flung himself upside-down into it in a throng of passion. His chest rested awkwardly against the seat, his face and arms draped off it and partly on the floor while his legs hung open in a strange spread eagle. \n\n[You didn't take this long to get it last time you know...]\n\nKan'Da looked back, craning his neck to see the source of that. And felt his spine bend completely the wrong way as what was recently his penis looked right at him. \n\n[Hello there. Now I think you get where this is going. Or at least you will.] it giggled at him. \n\n“Wh...what are youu?” the cat moaned, unable to right himself from this position. His back seemed to be wanting to bend the other way now as his tail moved in agitation of its own accord. The creature, the thing that was taking control noticed this and giggled. The cat felt his legs, thinner and a bit shorter now, as his hips gently reversed directions and became shoulders. His knees reversed, becoming elbows as he then felt the increasingly strange sensation of his own feet rubbing and playing with his ass cheeks.\n\n[I am Yebut. You are Yebut. Or well, will be very shortly. It is time after-all.] the creature told him. \nKan'Da started to protest but simply moaned lustily as he felt one of his big toes slide into his own anus. It tickled and teased him...then started getting longer. Changing shape as he heard and felt soft popping and cracking. Nothing painful really...sort of like popping one's knuckles. He felt his toes elongate, felt them become more dexterous. Shortly they were not feet but a pair of hands with long fingers tipped with blunt claws. Yebut removed his thumb from Kan'Da's asshole and sucked it clean with a giggle. \n\nThe cat's asshole started to invert following this, puckering before it filled in and became nothing but smooth flesh. The cat's ass cheeks, no longer needing to be there to hide his exit, started to droop and move downward and apart slightly. Yebut rubbed and pressed on them as he soon was playing with his own chest a bit. The ropey cat tail started to sink downward back into the cat's flesh, as if a worm retreating into a apple core. Yebut stretched his rubbery feeling arms and rubbed his armpits a bit as everything tightened and took its proper shape. He looked down at Kan'Da and saw he was doing his best not to scream at the sight of his lower half now being someone else's upper half!\n\n[Heh, this reminds me of something but I'm afraid you wouldn't get what I'm referring to. Ah well. Let's continue...]\n\nKan'Da tried to wave him off, to attempt to think of a way to talk out of this...but as soon as the thought crossed his mind he knew it was pointless. He was being struck with a powerful sense of deja-vu. The dawning realization on his face was noticed by Yebut. The candy cane cock creature smiled back, obviously pleased. \n\n[Yes that's right. Remember. Remember while you are still there. This isn't the first time, it won't be the last time.] Yebut told him as Kan'Da suddenly found himself forced once more into the hand stand position.\n\nHe was slightly more prepared this time, bearing the weight of his lower/upper half now. He could feel his elbows aching and then the pain leaving them...followed by the soft pop as each one inverted and reshaped into a knee. He felt Yebut's weight shift as the cat's shoulders and biceps started to swell and elongate. Bones shifting and then becoming firm. Muscles changing into replacement groups. The cat could feel Yebut's skin replacing his own. First his fur stiffening up, as if he was shivering, before it smoothed into glossy red rubbery skin. And shortly after, the cum stripe pattern snaking around it and marking it properly with the candy cane stripes. \n\nKan'Da felt his torso reshaping, accommodating his newly made hips. He felt his man boobs start to widen, spread and move closer to each other as they became a wide bubble butt for Yebut to sit with.\n\nThe cat realized what was next and was still taken aback as the flesh opened up between the newly formed cheeks and he felt air force out of it. The cat had a brief realization of Yebut's body structure. It was simpler then his own. Almost all solid save for the simple tube that ran from his mouth to his newly made exit. The stink of the fart wafted to Kan'Da's nose and made his eyes water a bit. \n\n There was a odd sensation in both of their middles afterward as something moved around like a snake. Kan'Da realized it was previously his tail. But it was his no longer.\n He felt it starting to push out of roughly where his collar had been as the flesh stretched along with it. Longer, thicker, stronger then the thin feline thing it had been. By the time it was done, it was much more like a Kan'Dagaroo's then a feline's appendage. The stretching of flesh stole the cat's neck, drawing his head up against what was now Yebut's belly. His gut rested on Kan'Da's head as they both watched the cat's hands as they both knew it was their turn.\n\n[Almost done. Here, feel how good these feel...] \n\nYebut insisted as he shifted his weight to his tail, supporting himself with it and putting one of Kan'Da's hands to his face. He felt it move with no input from him as it rubbed and caressed his cheek lovingly, before the digits started to fuse to each other, becoming large toes. The cat's inner claws pushing outward into the same rubbery blunt claw tips as on Yebut's hands. The smell of them made the cat head groan and swoon slightly. Everything was getting disorientated. He was become more aware and less aware at the same time. \n\nHis body was disappearing, in its place he felt Yebut's own. Yebut was his body. He was Yebut's body. He was Yebut. \n\n“You understand now. Good. I'm glad you figured it out while you can still think.”\n\n[Still think? What do you...]\n\nYebut smiled and rubbed the cat's fat head between his legs. The fur was turning smooth and squeaky rubber like the rest of the Cheshire jackal’s flesh. Not long now. The fine black pompadour the feline sported stuck to the cat's forehead as the cum oozes into it and started to dissolve it into more creamy white. The pompadour lived on in the white version that topped Yebut's own head like a crown.\n\n“Well you're obviously not in charge anymore silly. I am. You're going away for now. When its time, you'll come back and this whole process will begin again. It might be a few weeks, maybe a year or two, I dunno.” Yebut smirked. \n\nKan'Da felt four welts start to grow on his face. Two on the sides of his forehead, the other two on the bottom of each of his cheeks. His mouth felt thick and gummy. He tried to say something but realized...he no longer actually had lips. Or ears. \n\n[wait..ttit whwy do..dooo]\n\nYebut reached down and rubbed the sides of his rapidly swelling appendage. Feeling it become rounder, thicker and filling up with warm liquid weight as it spread his legs a bit. He smiled and ran a finger along the developing teats. They swelled at his touch and became moist at the tips. He ran his thumbs along the creases down the middle of the organ, smoothing away the eyes and nose that it no longer needed.\n\n“Shh shh. No more. You're time is up.”\n\nYebut's udder hung heavy between his legs, thick with warm milk and making him ache slightly for release. No thoughts crossed its mind because it didn't have one. It was an udder. Udders were only concerned with making milk and being milked. No more, no less. \n\n*\n\nYebut eyed the room as he idly milked himself. The warm fluid steamed on the floor of the hovel as he took things in. His 'stand-in' had done what he usually did. Wander into town, kept himself busy with whatever things creatures like he did, and then he would wait. Wait until it was time. For Yebut to become in the mood to play with the things that existed in this realm of reality. And when he was done making them into playthings, treats, sex partners, additions to his own flesh...he would grow bored. And then the silly stinky cat would come back. Somewhere new, sometime new, new sights, new sounds. New and most importantly, new. \n\nBut that was not important right now. Yebut had been away for a bit. This particular place was as good as any to start. Primitive but easy pickings. Pre industrial, magic turned 'on', full of fuzzies and those hairless apes he sometimes came across. He could smell the energies of the creatures that lived here. His counterpart hadn't had his way with all of them after all. Good good. Yebut wanted to stretch out a bit. He'd been away far too long. \n\nAs the creature started to float towards the door, he sniffed the air and remembered something. He eyed the smear of shit on one of the chairs and remembered what his counterpart had done to the former...what was it? It didn't matter really. Yebut felt around his backside and wiped the smear of it off himself and sniffed it. \n\n“Hello my smelly little friend. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked the dung. \n\nThere was no reply that could be heard by ears but Yebut's own. The Cheshire jackal smiled, picked up the remaining poop from the chair and then smeared it along his udder and taint. He giggled as he smelt himself. \n\n“There now. You can keep me company. Now then, lets be going...” Yebut told his new friend. There was no argument as the otherworldly thing floated out the door and into the night...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“It's always the same, isn't it?” he comments. The cat person sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his palms into his eyes in exhaustion. He looks up at the ceiling, seeing the simple wooden roof above him. The rain outside is making soft little tip taps on it and filling the place with an earthy wet scent. Normally the cat didn't mind the rain...tonight, not so much.

Kan'Da looks back towards his guest. Said guest is still siting in the chair across from him, having not moved an inch. The cat reads his expression and grunts.

“You think I'm crazy.” he accuses.

“A little, yeah.” his guest confirms for him. Kan'Da furrows his brow but doesn't deny it. His guest senses he needs to qualify that comment.

“You do talk to yourself a lot...and do...odd things. In town I mean.” the skunk man started.

Kan'Da nodded but cut him off.

“The baker wasn't my fault.” he spat.

“You turned him into a loaf of bread! I saw you do it!” the skunk spat back. Kan'Da looked away and spoke out of the side of his mouth.

“He was being difficult. Besides, I was hungry and...”

“And that's reason to turn him into food?! You are crazy!” the skunk cut him off this time. Kan'Da looked at his guest and glared.

“You know I can't control it. It just...comes...” the cat muttered, looking down at his toes. His red fur was dirty and crusted with mud from the rain. At some point he had lost his shoes today...

Kan'Da stood up from his chair and paced around the room for a moment. He couldn't control the magic...the weird stuff that just...happened around him. It wasn't his fault...well of course it was. He didn't mean to turn people into food or furniture or clothes or whatever on purpose...usually.

But the funny part was...

[You get a kick out of it when it happens. You enjoy it you naughty thing...]

“No no NO.” he muttered aloud.

The cat pushed the forming thought from his mind and eyed the counter. The loaf of bread his guest mentioned was siting on the table. There was less of it now. He'd been munching on it most of the day. He was amazed it hadn't gone bad yet. That had been what...two...four days ago? He wasn't sure.

The cat took the bread knife and started to cut a hunk for himself but stopped halfway though. The mouse man's face was still on one end of the loaf. He was smiling happily, face stuck in a frozen bliss of being delicious baked bread. He tasted good. The best Kan'Da had, ever had truth be told.

He didn't exactly feel regret over this either. That was the part that was driving him madd...er. He knew the baker was VERY happy as bread. Somehow he knew this. Just like he knew that he would be blissfully pleased when he was completely digested and filling a chamber pot. The red cat did not know how he knew this, but he was sure of it regardless.

The cat put down the mouse loaf and picked up one of the buns he had turned the mouse man's kids into. The little muffin shaped bit of bread had a slight face on it that smiled at him before he popped it in his mouth. It was as good as the others had been.

“Do you think turning his whole family into baked goods makes that ok?” the skunk asked him coldly as the cat returned to his seat. Kan'Da didn't answer at first, as he was busy chewing and thinking he needed some butter for the rest of these.

“You'd have rather I left them orphans?” he countered as he swallowed. He smacked his lips and knew he'd likely have 2 or 3 more of those before the end of the night.

“No of course not!” the skunk pointed out, annoying in his tone.

Kan'Da smirked.

“Well then you see why I did that. And why I'm eating them. They're bread and bread goes bad. I don't want them to go to waste.” he reasoned aloud. That was a lie. He was eating them because they were delicious.

His guest didn't say anything in reply to that. Kan'Da didn't offer anything for a bit himself. Not until he was done picking the bread from his teeth.

“Its always the same isn't it?” the cat muses. One of his hands had idly found his cock and was starting to tease it to attention. The other is supporting his chin as he lazes on one arm of the chair.

“What is?” the skunk asks before he notices the idle masturbation occurring in front of him.

“That's...rude? I'm not even sure that's the right word for that.” he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

Kan'Da smirked.

“Its not like this is the first time you've seen me naked. Or doing this.” he commented, rubbing his hand up his shaft as it became stiffer. The skunk grunted at that.

“You almost never wear clothes as it is. Its a wonder the town hasn't ran you out for public nudity.” he complains aloud. Kan'Da nods.

“Funny that. I think either they don't care...or I've made them not care. One or the other.” he wonders. His stinky guest doesn't want to think about that creepy thought but has another occur to him.

“Why did you bring me here tonight anyways? It certainly wasn't to watch you jack off.” the skunk questions. Kan'Da stoped the idle fondling of his red bits as he wondered that himself.

“Well I didn't want to leave you outside in the rain. Besides, I was wanting some company. I don't think there's many left in town at this point anyways.” the cat explains. He adjusts himself a bit in his chair, feeling the snout and nose that rested under his ass crack briefly rub against his exit. He 'mmm'ed and maneuvered so that the chair's nose was just barely penetrating him. His cock stiffened up much more eagerly after that.

His guest seemed confused a bit now himself. He starts to ask but Kan'Da cuts him off.

“Its always the same. Its getting worse and I know its getting worse because I remember what happens.” he sighed wistfully.

“What happens?” his guest asked fearfully.

“I start to turn everyone I come across into something else. And when it..I don't remember what it is, gets here... it will take care of the rest.” he sighed. His cock was rock hard at this point and he was playing with himself quite vigorously despite his resigned tone. His guest seemed less then relieved by this news. Kan'Da looks at him and smiles, realizing he had scared him.

“Don't worry. You're safe. It's not gonna do anything to you when it gets here.” he assured him. The skunk sighed in relief. He then scowled slightly as he got a whiff of something rather foul. He eyed the cat and the cat looked confused for a moment.

“What stinks in here?” his guest asked. Kan'Da smiled and relaxed a bit.

“Oh, that's just you. I turned you into poop, remember?”

Kan'Da's smelly guest looked a bit surprised at that but said nothing more. The cat smiled and got up from his chair, still nursing his hard on as he left the little pile of skunk poop in the chair as he went to get another bite of bread.

*


[Do you think he likes being a bit of dung?]

“Maybe? I think he does.” Kan'Da spoke aloud to the empty air. Now that he wasn't talking to it, the poop in the room didn't seem to be up for conversation. Neither did any of the other transformed former beings in the place.



Kan'Da blushed and took a moment to think up a reply. He had no control over his hand as it kept right on rubbing his junk. He barely felt it at this point.

[Taking that long to think about it answers for me.]

The red cat looked up at the empty air, looking for the source of the voice. To any passers by, there was a naked cat man in his house, multitasking as he talked to himself and masturbated simultaneously.

[Don't look up. Down you silly thing.]
Kan'Da dropped his gaze from the ceiling to the floor...and caught sight of something most...off.
Namely his cock. Or what was recently that. He watched as the tip of it bulged outward, as if a bubble was under his skin. The bubble pushed up into a bulbous shape that was followed by the very strange sensation of his piss slit widening. It was almost as if peeing with no resulting flow. What followed was his now much larger dick growing what was clearly lips and a mouth. His cock lost shape as a phallus and soon was very clearly a canine snout and nose. Filled with many sharp little teeth. It giggled.

[If you could only see your face right now. Hehe!]

Kan'Da let out a scream and tried to back away from his own dick. He managed to simply land on the floor and knock over his chair. The cat spread his legs wide as he felt his testicles start to balloon outward. It wasn't painful at all. But it felt oh so wrong. So weird and...and...familiar?

He tried to sit up fully but was beaten to the punch as he was forced to lay back instead. His hips rose up on their own, as if he was trying to position himself for auto fellatio. Instead of a cock between his legs however, there was a grinning red snout and what was his balls as they rounded into the head it was attached to. The cat watched as his wrinkled scrotum started to contort and then BLINK at him as a pair of eyes looked down at him. Wild wide eyes of a electric blue that stared through him.

Kan'Da didn't have time to react to this fully as he was suddenly moaning. His eyes rolled back and he tensed all over his body. He was cumming. Cumming harder then he had in his life. And he kept his eyes wide open as he watched the snout attached to his crotch start to ooze thick cum from its nose and lips. The slime was not the right consistency, more like paint than seed. He watched as it defied physics and instead of messing up his belly fur, it started to climb around the snout and lips in circles. The white goo drying and forming stripes along the snout, turning the nose off white and giving the muzzle a candy cane like pattern.

The cat let out one last groan as his penis 'spoke' to him.

[It's always the same. Every single time, hehe!]

*

Kan'Da crawled forward on the floor, trying to get away from...well, his lower half now. It was whistling a little tune to itself as he moaned and cried out in confusion. He could feel it getting bigger. He glanced back and saw his penis or whatever it was now, had turned itself around. How and why he couldn't say but he saw the back of its red and white head instead of the snout. And it had grown a pair of what he mistook for horns at first. They grew long and tall before they unfolded like flower petals. Ears. A pair of huge rabbit like ears. The tips thin and curled and with the same candy cane pattern as the rest of his groin area.

[As much as I love the floor of this hovel you've found, lets get off the ground, shall we?]

Kan'Da gasped as he suddenly felt his entire center of gravity shift. His legs disobeyed him as they kicked off the floor and forced him into a sudden handstand position. His head swam and his arms buckled, sending him into the other chair in the room. There was a squish and the stink in the room got far stronger for a bit.

The red cat grunted as he regained his senses, feeling something cold and mushy against his belly. He realized he was in a extremely awkward position in the other chair now. It looked as if he had flung himself upside-down into it in a throng of passion. His chest rested awkwardly against the seat, his face and arms draped off it and partly on the floor while his legs hung open in a strange spread eagle.

[You didn't take this long to get it last time you know...]

Kan'Da looked back, craning his neck to see the source of that. And felt his spine bend completely the wrong way as what was recently his penis looked right at him.

[Hello there. Now I think you get where this is going. Or at least you will.] it giggled at him.

“Wh...what are youu?” the cat moaned, unable to right himself from this position. His back seemed to be wanting to bend the other way now as his tail moved in agitation of its own accord. The creature, the thing that was taking control noticed this and giggled. The cat felt his legs, thinner and a bit shorter now, as his hips gently reversed directions and became shoulders. His knees reversed, becoming elbows as he then felt the increasingly strange sensation of his own feet rubbing and playing with his ass cheeks.

the creature told him.
Kan'Da started to protest but simply moaned lustily as he felt one of his big toes slide into his own anus. It tickled and teased him...then started getting longer. Changing shape as he heard and felt soft popping and cracking. Nothing painful really...sort of like popping one's knuckles. He felt his toes elongate, felt them become more dexterous. Shortly they were not feet but a pair of hands with long fingers tipped with blunt claws. Yebut removed his thumb from Kan'Da's asshole and sucked it clean with a giggle.

The cat's asshole started to invert following this, puckering before it filled in and became nothing but smooth flesh. The cat's ass cheeks, no longer needing to be there to hide his exit, started to droop and move downward and apart slightly. Yebut rubbed and pressed on them as he soon was playing with his own chest a bit. The ropey cat tail started to sink downward back into the cat's flesh, as if a worm retreating into a apple core. Yebut stretched his rubbery feeling arms and rubbed his armpits a bit as everything tightened and took its proper shape. He looked down at Kan'Da and saw he was doing his best not to scream at the sight of his lower half now being someone else's upper half!

[Heh, this reminds me of something but I'm afraid you wouldn't get what I'm referring to. Ah well. Let's continue...]

Kan'Da tried to wave him off, to attempt to think of a way to talk out of this...but as soon as the thought crossed his mind he knew it was pointless. He was being struck with a powerful sense of deja-vu. The dawning realization on his face was noticed by Yebut. The candy cane cock creature smiled back, obviously pleased.

[Yes that's right. Remember. Remember while you are still there. This isn't the first time, it won't be the last time.] Yebut told him as Kan'Da suddenly found himself forced once more into the hand stand position.

He was slightly more prepared this time, bearing the weight of his lower/upper half now. He could feel his elbows aching and then the pain leaving them...followed by the soft pop as each one inverted and reshaped into a knee. He felt Yebut's weight shift as the cat's shoulders and biceps started to swell and elongate. Bones shifting and then becoming firm. Muscles changing into replacement groups. The cat could feel Yebut's skin replacing his own. First his fur stiffening up, as if he was shivering, before it smoothed into glossy red rubbery skin. And shortly after, the cum stripe pattern snaking around it and marking it properly with the candy cane stripes.

Kan'Da felt his torso reshaping, accommodating his newly made hips. He felt his man boobs start to widen, spread and move closer to each other as they became a wide bubble butt for Yebut to sit with.

The cat realized what was next and was still taken aback as the flesh opened up between the newly formed cheeks and he felt air force out of it. The cat had a brief realization of Yebut's body structure. It was simpler then his own. Almost all solid save for the simple tube that ran from his mouth to his newly made exit. The stink of the fart wafted to Kan'Da's nose and made his eyes water a bit.

 There was a odd sensation in both of their middles afterward as something moved around like a snake. Kan'Da realized it was previously his tail. But it was his no longer.
 He felt it starting to push out of roughly where his collar had been as the flesh stretched along with it. Longer, thicker, stronger then the thin feline thing it had been. By the time it was done, it was much more like a Kan'Dagaroo's then a feline's appendage. The stretching of flesh stole the cat's neck, drawing his head up against what was now Yebut's belly. His gut rested on Kan'Da's head as they both watched the cat's hands as they both knew it was their turn.

[Almost done. Here, feel how good these feel...]

Yebut insisted as he shifted his weight to his tail, supporting himself with it and putting one of Kan'Da's hands to his face. He felt it move with no input from him as it rubbed and caressed his cheek lovingly,  before the digits started to fuse to each other, becoming large toes. The cat's inner claws pushing outward into the same rubbery blunt claw tips as on Yebut's hands. The smell of them made the cat head groan and swoon slightly. Everything was getting disorientated. He was become more aware and less aware at the same time.

His body was disappearing, in its place he felt Yebut's own. Yebut was his body. He was Yebut's body. He was Yebut.

“You understand now. Good. I'm glad you figured it out while you can still think.”

[Still think? What do you...]

Yebut smiled and rubbed the cat's fat head between his legs. The fur was turning smooth and squeaky rubber like the rest of the Cheshire jackal’s flesh. Not long now. The fine black pompadour the feline sported stuck to the cat's forehead as the cum oozes into it and started to dissolve it into more creamy white. The pompadour lived on in the white version that topped Yebut's own head like a crown.

“Well you're obviously not in charge anymore silly. I am. You're going away for now. When its time, you'll come back and this whole process will begin again. It might be a few weeks, maybe a year or two, I dunno.” Yebut smirked.

Kan'Da felt four welts start to grow on his face. Two on the sides of his forehead, the other two on the bottom of each of his cheeks. His mouth felt thick and gummy. He tried to say something but realized...he no longer actually had lips. Or ears.

[wait..ttit whwy do..dooo]

Yebut reached down and rubbed the sides of his rapidly swelling appendage. Feeling it become rounder, thicker and filling up with warm liquid weight as it spread his legs a bit. He smiled and ran a finger along the developing teats. They swelled at his touch and became moist at the tips. He ran his thumbs along the creases down the middle of the organ, smoothing away the eyes and nose that it no longer needed.

“Shh shh. No more. You're time is up.”

Yebut's udder hung heavy between his legs, thick with warm milk and making him ache slightly for release. No thoughts crossed its mind because it didn't have one. It was an udder. Udders were only concerned with making milk and being milked. No more, no less.

*

Yebut eyed the room as he idly milked himself. The warm fluid steamed on the floor of the hovel as he took things in. His 'stand-in' had done what he usually did. Wander into town, kept himself busy with whatever things creatures like he did, and then he would wait. Wait until it was time. For Yebut to become in the mood to play with the things that existed in this realm of reality. And when he was done making them into playthings, treats, sex partners, additions to his own flesh...he would grow bored. And then the silly stinky cat would come back. Somewhere new, sometime new, new sights, new sounds. New and most importantly, new.

But that was not important right now. Yebut had been away for a bit. This particular place was as good as any to start. Primitive but easy pickings. Pre industrial, magic turned 'on', full of fuzzies and those hairless apes he sometimes came across.  He could smell the energies of the creatures that lived here. His counterpart hadn't had his way with all of them after all. Good good. Yebut wanted to stretch out a bit. He'd been away far too long.

As the creature started to float towards the door, he sniffed the air and remembered something. He eyed the smear of shit on one of the chairs and remembered what his counterpart had done to the former...what was it? It didn't matter really. Yebut felt around his backside and wiped the smear of it off himself and sniffed it.

“Hello my smelly little friend. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked the dung.

There was no reply that could be heard by ears but Yebut's own. The Cheshire jackal smiled, picked up the remaining poop from the chair and then smeared it along his udder and taint. He giggled as he smelt himself.

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