Your head swirled with animalistic and humane thoughts, your beastly desires taking over and your front corkscrewed penis streched lively from it's sheath. You grunted excitedly when you see your former girlfriend squeal in terror at her new features.
You look at the genie briefly, who has been observing the proceedings. He seemed little interested and knew his usefulness in the situation was drying up...
You were about to let him go about his buisness so you could go on with your own when someone decided to walk through your front door. Now through the eyes of a stranger, the effents taking place seemed quit weird considering they didn't know what was going on. A pig, an anthro-pig and a floating anthro rabbit, would draw someones attention anyday. Not to mention render the viewer speechless. This is exactly what happened to Abigail Swanson.
Abigail was just a college student. She had not particularly liked science or math; but she was very good at what she knew, and that was writing. She loved it very much, and was use to thinking up strange ideas and scenes to draw interest to her readers. But never in her life was she interested in Anthro-stuff. But here she was, face to face with two of them and her best friend, no where to be found.
She swept her blond hair out the way of her green eyes to get a better look at her surroundings. For a momment she thought she was on drugs. She had driven Amanda to your house for a short trip, hoping Amanda would end it with you once and for all. After waiting for an hour or so, she decided it was time to back up her friend. Then she came in, she stood agast. After blinking a couple of times, hitting her head and then stabbing her fingers under her eyelids and still seeing the strange scene before her, she was quite convinced it was happening. Yet, this still didn't help her brain comprehend what exactly what it was despite her being a bright girl.
She had been standing there a momment, doing precisely those things to her eyes in order to ajust her perception when you were trying to cover up your exposed self.
The hare genie sprang to life! He was postively thrilled at this and turned to you for council. "Not to worry, master. We can change her aswell. That should shut her up!" The hare said.
"She hasn't said anything," you grunted suddenly.
"Not yet, but I know she will eventually," the genie sighed.
And finally, Abigail's delayed response was ended abruptly with a scream.
"She still hasn't really said anything," You say.
"She's gonna say something now!" The hare said, and she did.
"What's going on!" Abigail said immediately after her scream.
"Shall I change her now, master?" The genie asked.
"Yeah, I can't really back anything up here. Explianations like this will probably end up with a lot of "ums" and "ers"... Best to just get on with it," You squeal.
"I agree," The hare concured and waved his fingers magically at the girl.
She groaned terribly and clutched her gut. Her intestines and major organs rearranging themselves. She curled her middle and fell forward on hands and knees. Her jaw elagonated and her nostrals inflaited. She moaned in a half-human half-pig squeal that sent your pig-penis skyrocketing out of it's sheath again.
"What's happening to me?" She cried.
Her blue-jean skirt raised as her butt inflaited, her panties exposed. A small lump formed under them. Abigail was not entirely sure what was happening and looked up at the two anthromorphs. Before she inquire about the sudden illness, which she figured was their fault, she noticed her nose gaining size.