The freckly red-headed dwarf scratches you ears and treats you to some meat, then goes into the lodge searching for her friends. You trail after her, remembering her chubby, freckled, sweaty body naked, in the heat of a blacksmith. You wish you could take her again and again, that her ripeness was yours to own. You stick your nose into her backside which annoys and pleases her greatly. “No, bad dog, keep yer paws on tha ground boy.” She demands, then strolls into the trophy room. The room where many of the collectibles and artifacts Sera had recovered hung on display.
You are impatient and horny. Though she is clothed you rear up in mock-mounting of the dwarf. She is unimpressed. “JEEZ DOWN BOY, don’t anyone keep ya calm?” she bucks her body throwing you off. You stumble away and bang into a dresser, some drawers contents spills onto the ground. “Aw lookit whatcha made me do dog!” complains Greta. She makes sure you are alright, which you are, if dejected; your tail is tucked between your legs. “Now dinnae give me dem puppy eyes dog. Looky here.” She picks up an ornate collar which fell to the ground. “Ye never did get any spoils didja? Look, you look so ‘andsome with that collar on, now wait here dog, Imma come back for ya in a minute.” She fastens the valuable magic collar on our neck, immediately you perk up happy for the gift.
Greta leaves you to clean up in the trophy room. However, as soon as she makes her exit strange tingles envelop your body. You grumble and pant, scratch yourself as the sensations build. You are soon worried as pain begins to emanate from the tips of your paws, your bones ache. You try to remove the collar but it tightens around your neck painfully. You bite down to keep from howling, only to find your teeth and mouth warping, your snout shrinking into your face, your teeth becoming rounder and flatter. Fur all over your body prickles you as it recedes. Your joints crackle and pop, dislocating then relocating, they reform. You whimper in fear as you feel your manhood shrink into your body, then being, sucked up into your pelvis. In your lower abdomen organs squish and melt, shrink and expand. With you everything changes, sometimes old organs shrink into nothingness while new ones grow.
You lie on the ground writhing in fear, pain and supernatural discomfort until only a few minutes later, your ordeal is over. You grab the collar with both hands unfasten it then throw it away towards the door. You lie on the ground, panting for air your generous breasts heaving. The fire of sexuality burns stronger than ever now, but it has changed, it seems more, needy but in a way as if you want something to come to you, rather than doll it out. Slowly you crawl onto all fours then stand up, facing the dresser mirror.
Cold shock runs through you as all your fears are confirmed. You are human, mostly. Your skin is creamy pink and flawless as your once white coat of fur. Your long thick hair is white, straight and shiny. Your body puts the other women in your life to shame; you look like a Greek goddess. You have large gravity defying torpedo breasts, with wide dark areolas and pert nipples. Your body is hourglass in shape, with a lean waist and wide hips, a flat tummy. You have good muscle tone, though for now you feel weak. Your legs are long and sensuous as the rest of you, were you still male, you would have driven yourself wild with the mere sight. You also note that you now have wolf ears sticking out the top your head, and a long dog tail sprouting from the base of your spine.
This is all so much to take in that you collapse back to the floor in astonishment. Your new hands travel to your also new vagina, to find it bushy and tight. Your beautiful new body, this is all so much to comprehend. Someone is standing in the doorway.
