Illicit Transformations Jeremy slouched on the couch with Ashley, an arm draped around her shoulder as they mindlessly stared at the television. It was a late night and both were tired; between school, work, and wedding planning, they barely had time to spend together and by God they were going to do it, even if it was as simple snuggling together on their sagging couch late at night and watching television. The show went to commercial, and their glassy eyes brightened. Jeremy smiled at Ashley, who smiled back, and with some difficulty they adjusted themselves into a more comfortable position. The couch didn’t do them any favors. Ashley looked like something was troubling her, but as soon as her mouth parted as if to say something, the show came back on and they two settled in, turning their brains off and letting the television wash over them. They complimented each other well on the couch. Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together - his was curved where hers was not, and because both of them were chubbier than most, there was never any issue with sharp hips jutting painfully into the other. Jeremy took a moment away from the show to look at his fiancé so shadowed by the soft television light. She was unaware as doted, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers. It was a hot pink at the top, transitioning down to a soft blue near the ends. He loved that quirk of hers, and he loved how it flowed across her peach skin and the way strands would get stuck on the corners of her full lips. Ashley would sometimes take a handful and hold it to her jaw, satirizing the wooly brown beard he kept. It never grew up past his jawline except a small patch touching his bottom lip, and while she teased he knew he liked it. She said it was like a frame for his face, accentuating his gentle smile and almond-shaped eyes. Commercial came on again, and Jeremy watched as it freed Ashley from the hold of the show. She blinked a bit, looking to see Jeremy’s unabashed smile. “So? What were you going to say?” Jeremy asked. Ashley blinked. “What?” “Well, you were going to say something before the commercial came back on, weren’t you?” “Oh yeah! Well, it’s kinda silly I guess…” Jeremy chuckled, kissing her velvet cheek. “Hun, nothing’s silly with you. What is it?” Ashley giggled back, defeated. “Alright, you got me. See, well… remember what we’d talked about a few nights ago?” Jeremy nodded; a few nights ago, the two had agreed that if they were going to be married, they should at least know all the weird things the other was into. “Well, uh… remember how I said I was into transformation? As like a literary kink, not a real one?” Jeremy nodded again, curious. “Well, uh, I don’t know if it works, cuz I saw it on an ad online, and it’s kinda silly to think it even would work, and I know it’s probably not going to work, but…” “But?” “Well… I found this ad for this site that claims to be able to transform anyone into anything they desired.” Ashley was right; Jeremy found the idea kind of silly. He wouldn’t tell her, of course. “I don’t know what I’d change about you.” He said with a smile. “I love your body just the way it is. Was Gladys from work teasing you about your weight again? Because I swear to God, if she says one more bad thing about your soft, perfect hips or your perfectly plump-!” Ashley shook her head, giggling and shushing her soon-to-be husband. “No, no! Not anything like that! I just… like the idea is all. And I know it’s silly but I kinda wanna… y’know… try it.” Jeremy nodded, but didn’t say anything, so Ashley pulled a trump card. “And I was thinking, you could maybe turn me into an Anthro.” Jeremy’s eyebrows shot up. He’d mentioned that he’d been into anthros when they were talking, but just like Ashley’s transformation kink, it was purely literary, just fantasy. After all, anthros don’t exist, so it was impossible. Unless… Against Jeremy’s better judgement, he sat up. “Well,” he said, clapping his hands together and standing, “I figure if we’re going to see whether this thing works, might as well do it when we’re both free, right?” “Right!” Ashley agreed, climbing to her feet. Neither had any high hopes that this would work - it was, after all, ridiculous - but there was no harm in trying. Worst come to worst the laptop got a virus, and Jeremy knew how to fix that anyways. Jeremy and Ashley let the show run its course before they finally heaved themselves off the couch and made their way into the computer room. They both acted calm, their footsteps measured, but excitement for what was to come bubbled beneath their surface. Still, they tempered it for the other’s good; what use would it be to be outwardly excited about something that will probably lead nowhere? ### “Alright, why don’t we try scanning in your back side again?” Ashley suppressed an irritated sigh as she turned around for the third time, trying her best to stand as straight as she could. Jeremy fiddled with the webcam, lining it up just right before clicking the big green ‘scan’ button on the website. “There, I think that took.” he said after a couple moments, to both of their relief. They had found the website easily enough, and even though it looked like it was computer AIDs, Jeremy had ran several scans and found no suspicious traffic and there was nary a popup ad to even click out of. The biggest problem thus far had been getting the site to even register Ashley’s body. It claimed to use a ‘staet of the arts’ scanning system to create 3D models of webcam pictures, but apparently it wasn’t good enough for it to succeed the first dozen times. Jeremy just told himself that it needed high quality for accuracy… assuming it even worked. He just didn’t see how this could possibly change Ashley’s physical form. Maybe it just meant photo manipulation? Which would be cool, but… not what they were going for. Still, Jeremy prepared himself for that eventuality as he turned to face his fiance. “Alright, we got your profile all set up, model created, ready to start?” he asked. Ashley nodded, suppressing a little squeal of excitement. She knew it was unlikely, but she really, really wanted this to work. “Alright, let’s have a look see here…” Jeremy muttered to himself, leaning in toward the monitor and eyeing the options populating the list before him. They seemed endless! There were checkboxes for everything someone could think of, sliders, even color swabs. It seemed they thought of everything. Ashley purposely looked away from the computer, wanted to be surprised when - if - she changed. Jeremy took his time perusing the options. None of them seemed right, not that he could see anyways. They were all just too… normal. Options for fuller lips, more height, just regular people stuff. He finally stopped when he saw the tab. ‘Anthro transformation’. His cock twinged, buried within his shorts, and with some hesitation he clicked it. The tab expanded, and hundreds upon hundreds of options filled the screen. Not just broad categories, but specific species too. He could choose between dozens of sorts of foxes, wolves, and… Jeremy had always been most attracted to anthro cows, though he never knew why. Bulls made him hard but cows… cows could make him hard in an instant, provided she was in an anthro form. Those udders, the heft; what else could a man ask for? He checked the box and clicked apply. His eyes glanced up at the 3D model of Ashley in rapt anticipation, and within moments it began to change. Her clothes disappeared, momentarily flashing a strangely detailed body before it was replaced by fur, a few hundred pounds, and massive udders dominating the view of her stomach. The change was so quick that Jeremy was almost disappointed. He had envisioned it taking longer, and he had been eager to enjoy seeing just exactly how his fiance would change. Still though, he had a cute new 3D model of her as a cow, and even if it didn’t really work, the program had done a good job of envisioning what - “Jeremy!” Jeremy started, swivelling around in his chair and staring in shock at Ashley. He had thought it had only affected the model, but she was changing right before his eyes. Her hips widened, as did her shoulders, and her breasts swelled until they threatened to burst out of her shirt. Her lips protruded out, slowly forming a muzzle, black and white fur beginning to grow all over her body. Her body was packing on the pounds, but since she was so large in the first place, her shapely curve stayed the same. Even her stomach seemed to just turn into a bigger version of the cute little bulge that Jeremy liked so much, aside from one major difference. An udder formed, bulging out all pink and round like a mini-stomach on top of her real one. It pushed Ashley’s straining shirt up to her breasts, and began to form four thick teats, already leaking milk. Finally, her clothes just gave up. They had been sporting small tears here and there, fat pushing through like little pillows, but as if on command every shred of clothing she was wearing, from her bra to her pants, simply gave up and fell apart. They fell to the floor in a heap, exposing the newly minted cow to the world. She stood there with her arms crossed, nervous but looking pleased with her new body. Ashley’s hooves wandered between her legs, rubbing her new cunt as both her breasts and udders leaked milk. Being an anthro felt better than she ever expected. “Holy fuck, it worked!” Neither one could believe it. They’d convinced themselves it wasn’t going to do a thing, that it was just going to change a model or do nothing at all, but… in a hope beyond hope, it worked. Ashley grinned, plodding close to Jeremy and giving him a firm, wet kiss. Jeremy was tempted to push his tongue in, just to see what cow tongue was like; Ashley anticipated his wants and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. He gagged a bit at the sudden intrusion. Cow tongues were much, much longer than he imagined, and drooled buckets of thick saliva. They kissed for a few minutes, wet gurgles the only sound they could make, before finally pulling back, both panting. Jeremy leaned back in his chair, tugging his cock out shamelessly and staring at his new fiance. “Fuck… you’re perfect.” Ashley giggled a bit, walking back towards the couch and modelling for him. He idly rubbed his cock for a few minutes, just watching, but as she began to tire of her new form, Jeremy turned back to the computer. An evil idea took root in his mind as he searched for a certain slider, and once he found it he dragged it all the way to the right. The slider’s effects were immediate and drastic. Ashley let out a startled squeal as her udders began to swell, ballooning up and taking even more space than they had before. She staggered a bit under the weight, struggling to find a balance with the dense mass now attached to her stomach. It now jutted a good three feet out and pushed up against her breasts, sagging nearly to the floor. She finally found her footing and began to stumble towards Jeremy. “H-Hey now that’s, that’s a bit much, you need to-” As she spoke, Jeremy checked a box on the computer. At once her leaking udders spewed out a stream of chocolate milk. Ashley stopped in her tracks, falling back at the sudden burst from her body. She looked at the milk curiously and leaned down, lapping at it. Her eyes widened; it was amazing! She wrapped her lips around the nearest udder, suckling hungrily and looking angrily at Jeremy. She was placated… for now. What Jeremy really was doing was buying time. He had clicked ‘chocolate’ to get her attention, but he’d also clicked ‘fattening’. And fattening it was; her body began to pack on the pounds more than it already had up to this point. Fat rolls bellowed out of her stomach and hips, sagging down to the ground. Her ass expanded, her breasts, even her arm fat grew to the point that it rolled over her elbows. She didn’t seem to notice, too busy drinking her own milk. Jeremy, however, was quite pleased with the result, and gave his cock a few strokes as a reward for his quick thinking. With Ashley pacified, he could do whatever he wanted to her. There was much that he wanted to do. As the floor began to sag under her weight, which had rocketed up to more than 1200 pounds, Jeremy turned back to the computer and perused his options. No, no… there! He couldn’t help but grin as he saw an option for intelligence. Right now it sat at a rather respectable 117, but… Ashley’s body finally grew to the point where she couldn’t reach her udder anymore, and only then did she start to scold Jeremy. She tried to get up, finding that she was having one hell of a time doing it. When in the world did she get this fat? “Jeremy, this was nice and all b-but.. bummm…. mooo!” Ashley looked confused at the sound that came out of her mouth. “Jeremy, you… mooo… need to uh… wanna…” She had difficulty remembering words, and when she did remember them she couldn’t put them in the right order, or pronounce them right. Just thinking felt sluggish, like she was fighting through a pool of molasses. She knew she was able to think before, but she couldn’t now. What was wrong? She just wanted to tell Jeremy to stop! Jeremy snickered, lowering her IQ by one more point just to be sure. It now sat at 41, and he was tempted to lower it more. Still, it should be enough to make his fiance be quiet for now, and for some reason watching the once-intelligent girl struggle to say words turned him on even more. Even her mooing aroused him, something about her brain being barely better than a feral animal’s just pushed so many buttons. She was trying to get up, but Jeremy didn’t think she’d be successful for a while yet. He turned back around, and almost immediately Ashley managed to clamber to her feet; or rather, balanced on two feet for a few seconds before falling to all fours. She shook her head and slowly crawled up to her future husband, nudging his chair with her nose. “Turn moo, m-moo, turn… turn me back!” She said loudly, nudging him again. Jeremy nodded, searching through the menus for something fun. “Sure, sure.” He said absentmindedly, waving her away. “I’ll turn you back, right… now!” The words sound hollow, even to her. He continued to peck and hunt through the choices, ignoring his fiance’s increasingly desperate - and frustrated - pleadings. She pleaded, pushing against his hand like a dog begging for pets, but all he did was brush her away. She scolded in her dumb, haphazard way, trying to push his chair over, but failed miserably. She even pleasured him in hopes that she could satisfy the lust clearly driving his mind right now, but while he did enjoy her sticky drool and thick bovine tongue bathing his cock, it did nothing to dissuade him. She finally stopped when she felt something curious - it was as if something was pushing apart her ample cheeks, but from the inside rather than prying away at the outside. Like something was stuck down there and struggling to get out. She turned in circles, struggling and failing to see around her fat ass and find what was happening, but Jeremy knew quite well what was going on. He spun around on his chair, idly rubbing his cock. Her ass was spread wide despite its newfound size and wobbliness, but not because there was anything foreign in her ass. Rather, to Jeremy’s delight, her asshole had puffed up to twenty, thirty times its normal size, and it was that donut which now pushed her cheeks apart. It was perfect - in Jeremy’s view, anyways. The pucker was almost four inches thick on each side, puckering in a sickening kiss. Rather than the pale pink of the rest of her body, Ashley’s asshole was now a disgusting brown. Somehow that didn’t hide the equally brown shit drooling out of that tiny hole right in the middle, smearing around her donut and dribbling down towards her cunt. Jeremy almost came right there, but Ashley’s furious squealings as she realized what had happened pulled him back from the edge. “J-Jeremoo, you fix! You fix me!” She hollered, but Jeremy swiveled back around with a scowl. She’d ruined his orgasm! He clicked a few buttons on the computer, and turned back around to watch the show. Her asshole puckered just a bit more before what was just a tiny opening in the middle began to grow. The ring of her hole loosened and stretched, sagging under the stress of hundreds, thousands of shits, thousands of fucks, becoming puffy and useless. The gape yawned, exposing her pink innards. Soon it was large enough to fit a small man in without touching any of the walls, and her loose lips hung down past her cunt a few inches. Ashley would have been angry enough at that, but it got worse. As slime drooled down the walls of her anal cavity she felt something stirring in her stomach. She tried to clench her ass with a blush, but found that she couldn’t, and within seconds a long, burst of wind battered her loose asshole. She gagged at the smell, turning around to find Jeremy jerking off and sniffing the air. His entire lower half was splattered with greenish-brown ass slime, which she realized with a start came from her ass! She opened her mouth as another burst of gas exploded from deep in her bowels, only making the smell of the room worse. “J-Jeremy! Jer, j-jeremoo, stop it!” She yelled, eyes bloodshot as she strained. She was too stupid to realize it, but when she opened her mouth, her ruined pucker gurgled, loosely gripping a gigantic log of shit as it pushed out her ass and dripped down onto her feet. It was solid enough, green and somewhat slimy, and ended as soon as she stopped talking. Jeremy grinned maliciously, ignoring her cries and jacking off with her anal slime as lube. “Jeremy!” She yelled again, and as she did another thick log of shit dropped from her massive ass onto the floor. She fell back into it with a squelch, still failing to notice the shit. Jeremy turned back to his computer, blocking out the sound of his fiance as he explored his options. There were so many to choose from! Should he grow her tits, make her produce more milk, or something weird? One option caught his eye. He grinned, clicking the checkbox and looking back to watch his newest creation come to life. Ashley let out a horrified gasp as her vision changed. She thought at first she was going blind, but just as suddenly as it left, it returned… almost two feet higher than what it was before. Too stunned to even protest, she gingerly felt her head where her eyes should be… and instead felt two stiff stalks protruding like claws. On top of them sat two round eyes, now dark brown and unmoving. She had to swivel her stalks in order to look around, and it felt far, far too natural for her. She didn’t even have time to internalize the new change before Jeremy swiveled around, tapping away on his computer. He was chasing that high he felt when he first changed Ashley; it always came with each new addition, but it grew frustratingly fleeting. He needed more! The girl let out a horrified gasp as she felt a tingling on her udders. What the fuck was he doing now? She looked down and watched as the pink nubs grew and lengthened, becoming straighter and veined. Slowly, little mushroom tops grew at the ends- Jeremy gave her udder cocks! They throbbed in the apartment air, spurting little dribbles of pre everywhere. They seemed sensitive to any sort of touch. She reached down, graping the tip of one, and let out a squeal of pleasure. The cock in her hand came immediately, soaking the ground in front of her with white cum while she writhed in ecstasy, experiencing her first orgasm from the male perspective. It lasted several seconds, and when the feeling fell away she felt both relief and need for more. Ashley knew that she shouldn’t be giving in, that she should be forcing her boyfriend to change her back, but it just felt so good! She gripped two others, furiously jacking them off and chasing the experience of that first orgasm. She soon came, but it wasn’t quite what she wanted. Desperate, she reached behind her and began to use her own shit as lube. It didn’t occur to her that what she was doing was strange or disgusting, she only knew it felt good. She was lost in her own pleasure for quite some time, painting the carpet white with her seed. It seemed to grow thicker each orgasm. Her udder acted like her balls, and testes that size could truly produce something tremendous. With each orgasm, the pleasured cocks grew. Soon they sagged to the ground, having become two-foot-long pythons that constantly streamed excess cum. She grabbed two, bringing them to her lips and sucking down her own sweet cum. It was salty, but had a hint of cream inside it, and it was positively addicting. Unfortunately, no good thing lasts forever, and soon enough Ashley snapped back to reality - or as close to reality as she could manage. “J-Jer!” She said through a mouthful of cock. “Change now! Change now me! Me back!” It was getting harder and harder to put together strings of words, and her sentences became choppier. Jeremy rolled his eyes. Would she never shut up? He reached behind him, hitting enter, and immediately both Ashley’s asshole and mouth disappeared, only for each to reappear in place of the other. His fiance’s plush, full lips transported to where her asshole used to be, and while her face still had lips, they were the moist donut lips of a gaping asshole. This silenced Ashley for a moment, both cocks sliding into her gaping asshole with ease, but it didn’t stop her for long. She started to scream at Jeremy to change her back, and though the sound was muffled by the weight of her hefty asscheeks and punctuated by long, gasping wheezes, he got the idea. Shit poured from her asshole, coating her cocks and udder entirely and starting a new pile in the front of her. She struggled to keep going, each breath accompanied by a log of shit sliding into her mouth, but she kept going doggedly. All through this, she never stopped jacking her cock-udders off. Jeremy stood up, walking with purpose over to his future wife and grabbing each ear. He grinned, brushing her cocks away, and plunged into her gaping asshole. She only yelled louder, causing log after log of disgusting, sloppy shit to pour out, but that didn’t stop him for a second. In fact it only pleasured him more. The feeling of scat drooling down his balls and logs curling at his feet was indescribably hot for him, and more than made up for the fact that he could barely feel the walls of her anus which now led to her throat. He pulled out just before he came, his turgid cock spewing pre onto her face. He leaned down, taking a scoop of shit from the pile at his feet and pushing it against his own asshole. The sticky, slimy sensation overcame him, and he dropped to his knees into the shit pile and rubbed himself in it, clothes and all. The logs from her blown out asshole showered over him, covering every inch of his body as he lost himself to lust. Ashley, through her dim, bovine brain, had an idea. She positioned a few of her cocks to press against her future husband and let him grind against them. The pleasure was overwhelming, like hotdogging someone’s ass, and soon enough she was spraying his body with cum. The seed and shit mixed into this snotty, frothy mix. It was too much for him. He let out a scream of pleasure, bucking up into the air and spraying ropes of cum everywhere. His balls worked overtime, producing cum until they ached. His seed splattered all over the room, soaking into the carpet and some coating his fiance’s face. Eventually the orgasm finished, and he lay in a pile of shit, tired and satisfied. Ashley gave him a few minutes to recover before laying into him again, screaming out her ass about what she was going to do when he turned her back. He sighed. “Alright…” He said quietly, sitting up with a half grin. This was fun, but all fun had to end. He couldn’t marry someone like this, and she needed to be normal, too. It was unbelievable that it had worked, and he planned to use this one her - and himself- quite frequently. Maybe next time she could turn him into a disgusting freak, a creature of kinks that should never exist in reality His cock shivered at the thought. Jeremy sat up, kissing Ashley on the mouth… on the asshole, anyways, and made his way to his chair. He sat down, and the chair creaked under the weight. Shit dripped off his body, staining the fabric, but he didn’t care. He would clean it up tomorrow, if he and Ashley wanted. Or maybe he could keep it. The smell was wonderful, and he hoped that Ashley would come to enjoy it as much as he did. Ashley mooed impatiently, and Jeremy turned to his computer. He searched for a moment until he found what he needed. ‘Erase all changes?’ The website prompted him. Yes and no were his options. The cursor hovered over yes, but Jeremy couldn’t help but look back again. He couldn’t believe that his greatest fantasy came true and was sitting right there, jacking off in a pile of shit and cum, shitting out of her face and cumming once again. But all good things must end. He turned towards the computer, and his heart sank. “No, no…” A familiar blue screen greeted him. ‘Working on updates. Do not turn off your computer.’ “No, no, no!” He’d been ignoring the update for weeks, but why now? Jeremy frantically yanked the power cord from the back of his desktop, waiting a few seconds and plugging it back in. The computer booted straight to the desktop, bypassing the interrupted update. He opened the browser, searching his history and opening up the website. A clean slate greeted him. No profiles saved. The model in the corner of the screen was a generic mannequin, not his wife in her human form nor in the disgusting, grotesque form she now had. He checked five or six times to the same result. The profile was… it was just gone. “J-Jer, Jermoo?” He could hear Ashley’s questioning tone faintly, forcing its way through her fat ass. A thick log dropped to the ground as she spoke. He would just have to get used to it.