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I had been sat here for about 30 minutes, staring at the blank page, trying to think of what I'm going to write.

"Ugh, this is stupid. I ALWAYS do this." I said aloud angrily. It was true though; I have had the intent to write a transformation story for what must have been about a month now, and every time I sat down to make a start I always hit the same block.

I clicked off Word and opened up the internet, maybe I could get some inspiration from Deviant Art? I opened my profile and found the link to the group I was a part of, the TF club. I had been a member since the start, yet I had never posted anything. Scrolling through the gallery of transformation art I grew slightly envious, for the most part these artists were amazing and I wanted so much to contribute.

"Ok, enough is enough." I opened Word again and began to think hard, what animal do you like? Well, the majority of the TF content I enjoyed was dog transformations, "Great, let's start there." I grew slightly excited now and started to formulate a plan.

I was focusing so hard on thinking up a story that I didn't notice my shoe fall of as my feet started to elongate, growing thin spindly hair along the length of my toes and up to my ankle.

"I could start with the paws?"

As I began to write so did my transformation begin and I was still oblivious. The hair was growing thicker by the second and now it was almost a constant, thick brown coating on my left foot. Another thud and my right shoe had slipped off and landed on the floor beneath my desk. I was writing now, ideas flowing through my mind. I could start the transformation with paws and then…what next?

My toes slowly grew stubbier until they were half the size they originally where. The length of my foot continued to elongate and the sole of my foot underneath my toes grew wider as small leathery pads started forming.

I was on the edge of my seat, leaning into the screen as I typed. It felt normal, but what I didn't know was that my posture was changing and now my foot had formed a distinct hock and paws it was this that was making me lean forward. I did, however, feel something digging into the carpet. I choose to ignore it and continue writing, but they were little black claws, poking out of my extremely stubby digits.

I felt an itch travel up my legs and instinctively dropped a hand from my keyboard and scratched, somewhat ignorant to the fur that was rapidly spreading.

"Right, now I can mention the spine, that changes right?"

My behind started aching as I wrote, still not knowing that I was transforming. The fur spread like wildfire through my pants and covered my behind as well as creeping up my back. I started to notice some itching on my shoulder as well but you know, engrossed and all.

However, I was broken out of my concentration as I felt something really strange coming from my lower back. It felt like something was poking at the seat of my pants, something stretching the fabric. I continued to write, putting it down to muscle spasms; you get those from sitting down too long right?

The writhing furry thing was growing from just above my rear and was gaining fur just as fast as it was gaining length. It ended up finding an escape route over the top of the hem of my pants and therefore sent them to the floor, gaining no purchase on my really thin legs and reforming hips.

I felt the fabrics pool around my feet and was confused, had my pants fallen off? It didn't feel like it, my lower half was just as warm as ever, in fact it was getting pretty hot.

My underpants where still on, but they were a torn mess as my now fully grown tail swayed back and forth, whipping the leather chair I was sat on. I realised I was pressed right up to the screen, my spine starting to straighten from my tail up. I felt as it progressed, the fur storming the pink skin of my back as quickly as each section of bone reformed in my spine. With each 'click' I was forced to hunch over more until it was barely possible to type anymore.

"What the hell?" I finally broke out of some malaise that I was in, first noticing my hands aching. I stared down at them and flipped them so I could look at the source of the discomfort, the palms. I gasped as I saw leathery black splotches growing from the centre of my hand and then suddenly feeling my fingers receding; physically watching as my thumb painfully stretched and moved to create a small little digit down the side of a furry hand. My fingers grew even stubbier, nails turning to black and growing sharper.

"What the hell is this?" I was scared, but if I thought paws where bad, I had a shock when I looked at the rest of my body.

I tried to get up but my hands wouldn't reach around to lift me off the seat. I ended up trying to shuffle off, but my arms where a lot shorter and wouldn't bend in the way I wanted them to, in fact they seemed to be bending in a completely different way. I tried to call out for help, but my tongue felt thick and lazy, unable to move at the pace I wanted to make sounds. I was staring back at my story when I saw a pool of liquid form on my keyboard, "Am I drooling?" I tried to say, and at this more saliva covered the keyboard and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, growing before my eyes.

My spine had almost finished aligning, I felt the last piece click into place at the nape of my neck and at this moment the fur crossed onto my head, merging the hair into a now dense coat of light brown fur. I couldn't sit here anymore as I felt my butt start to shift; making me slip of the desk I was holding onto and fall onto all fours beneath.

"I'm…I'm turning rinto a dohg?" I finally realised, and by now it was too late to call for help. My throat felt like it had had a bad run in with a cheese grater as I tried to make noises, in the end it calmed down but I found I couldn't talk anymore, instead resorting to barks and growls as my teeth grew sharper and my mouth grew wider. This was the final part of my transformation and it was by far the most painful as it felt like my head was splitting open. In actuality it kind of was. My ears grew longer and pointed before moving to the top of my head. Meanwhile my head pushed out into a muzzle, nose merging with mouth in a snout. A blackness set into to most of my doggy features, black lips, nose and eyes. Even my vision hazed and returned black and white.

As quickly as it had begun, the pain left me. I was left with my eyes screwed shut, audibly panting with a now massive tongue.

"RarrRRkk?" I whimpered, looking around at my bedroom.

I padded across the landing, feeling strange on all fours, and broke into the bathroom. There was a full length mirror in the corner, and as I stood panting at my own reflection I smiled as best a dog could. I trotted in a circle, seeing my tail swaying above my butt and seeing the fur on my underbelly white. I started to wonder, what now? Will I get discovered as a lost animal and be thrown in a dog care centre? Or would I be someones pet?

I walked back into my bedroom and noticed an intense glare coming from my desk and hopped my two front paws onto the end of the desk, I could just make out the Deviant Art page saying 'Submission rules: Must contain a transformation'

Well, this certainly did.
True story.

I know it's a bit short but hey, hopefully it's detailed enough.

Anyway, hope you like it ;)
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blank212's avatar
Great to see you back, after so long!

Another good story, I'd just like to point out a few things:

1. Not really a fan of the "not noticing I'm being transformed" thing. The mental part of the change is one of the most exciting parts, not just "instincts" and such, but feeling the dog "take over", and starting to want the transformation to continue, instead of resisting. As an example, one could find himself wanting to assume the four-legged position (in anticipation), instead of being forced into it by his spine.

2. Related to 1, I wouldn't focus on the transformation being painful, more "uncomfortable" and then "pleasurable" as things progress.

3. Also related, try to focus on involuntary behaviors such as panting, sniffing, etc.

4. The transformation was detailed, but you definitely even more detail on the changes to the face and head, specifically the snout. Also, don't try to describe how the fur feels to the touch, try to describe how it feels growing around your body, from the "inside", not the outside. In general, try to describe the "internal" transformation and how it feels, as well as the "external" transformation and how it looks.


Hope you will continue writing stories! Thank you for your writing!