The mirror showed the same thing it always had, your 5' 7” scrawny, figure covered in cheap, unmarked t-shirt and blue jeans picked up for cheap from a sale or thift store, you didn't remember which. Red hair combed back, pale skin, brown eyes, and not-quite clean-shaven narrow face. Not the kinda looks you'd pick if you had any real choice about it, but you gotta play with the cards you're dealt.
You re-entered your room in the apartment, where several pin-ups you'd painted yourself hung from the walls, each depicting women whose figures ranged from “supermodel” at the more modest end, to having busts that should have been utterly impossible to lift with their stick-thin waists, wearing bikinis and lingerie when they wore anything at all, each of them posed to show off their goods, or beckon the viewer to join. And of course, each of them was a completely different species, from the shark lady smiling on the beach, to the blue jay flying free, to the four-armed, four-legged black widow lying leisurely in a cot made of webbing.
And of course, there were folders full of other works stuffed into the corners of the room beside your art supplied; completed, in-progress and those that were likely to forever languish as sketches. Some of them dipped into your side fetishes, like transformation, (one of your favorites being a sequence where a slightly more handsome version of yourself grew into your busty, bubbly, bimbo of a red squirrel).
You had recently been making more money off commissions lately, but it wasn't nearly enough to live off of, and had been working full time as a clerk in a nearby department store in the meantime.
You pick up the canvas, and a few of your art supplies, and clear out room on your desk. But before you set it down, you feel a little niggle in the back of your mind, encouraging you to try painting in a different spot this time, just to change things up a bit. Another part of you tells you your roommate, Adrian, will hate it if you take your “unique” tastes outside of your room... but that honestly, that just feels like all the more reason to.
You enter the small kitchen/dinning room, where Adrian stood by the cheap gray countertops, washing and cutting up vegetables. He wasn't the kind that would stand out in most crowds, not too fat, not too thin, not too short, not too tall, brown hair in a crew cut, a plain square face. But in here in the kitchen, his hands were quick and precise on a level you hadn't seen before. He's told you once before he'd wanted to be a professional chef, before life threw complications his way, as it usually did. The meals always looked and smelled amazing... but that was as close as you ever got to experiencing them. He insisted he wouldn't share any of his food with you until you took responsibility for your share in the chores.
Okay, maybe you had shirked your work a few times. Or for several weeks. But that was still just plain selfish of him.
“So, what prompted you to leave your den early? Did hunger get to you before you could complete your 'art?'” He spat out that last word.
“Actually, I was just thinking I'd do some painting out here today. Change things up a bit, you know?” You put the canvas up in a straightener, and set it on the thin metal kitchen table.
“Maybe you should try not making the tits bigger than the head on whatever weird wolf you're drawing this time, if you want to really tread new ground.”
You smiled. “Don't be ridiculous, if I made the head bigger than the boobs, they'd be even more top heavy.”
Adrian doesn't laugh.
You decide to quiet down, and focus on your art. Looking through the near-transparent canvas on the stretcher bar, you notice that, at this angle, it almost looks like a framed portrait of Adrian. Figuring he'll be at the counter for the while, you might as well have him be your reference image. You skip the sketching, and reach for your paints dabbing your brush in some gray shades, and begin to paint over him, starting with a thin, fluffy tail draping down behind him.
You muffle a gasp when, after you lift your brush, the painted tail begins to gently sway with Adrian's movements. You shift to look around the canvas, and see Adrian now has a real tail swinging behind him, as well. He's still too focused on his cooking to notice, though, apparently.
A million things race through your mind, but your curiosity, and the desire to see how far you can go with this, overrides everything else. You begin to paint more gray fur over his back, replacing his clothes with gray fur, and adding much more mass to the hips, giving him a wide, feminine butt. You stroke the brush down his, er, her legs, the jeans vanishing under the new layer of fur that does nothing to hide her new, shapely thighs. Adrian rises up a few inches taller as you make her legs longer, and alter her feet into raised digitigrade paws with soft, leathery pads, and hints of claws.
Moving back up to the upper torso, you decide to not leave Adrian completely naked, instead opting to paint in a few red strings across her back, connected to an apron over the front of her fur-covered body. It also gives you a better backdrop to “erase” some of her torso around the waist by painting over it, finishing up the first half of her hourglass figure. You then dab around her upper body, giving a back-view of a pair of spherical breasts, well over g-cups, pressed up against her apron, yet somehow not hindering the movements of her still-human arms.
Those limbs are quickly addressed as well, being slimmed down as you paint gray fur over them, adding black pads to the palms and fingers. You paint over her head in it's entirety, adding the face to the “back” of her head, so she's looking over her shoulder at the viewer, you, licking the lips of her long, canine muzzle, mischief in her yellow eyes while her paws continue to diligently work over the food.
After you finish adding in the triangle ears, and lift your brush, the whole painting begins to move over the canvas on it's own, the head turning back to the vegetables Adrian was now tossing into a pot.
You move the canvas aside, seeing the paint move across the surface of the transparent surface to remain “over” Adrian as you do, eventually disappearing from it altogether when no part of him remains behind it.
Now you can see the voluptuous gray wolf you've created standing before you, tail swaying over her furred bubble butt. “Meal won't be ready for a while, hun,” she says in low, sultry voice. “Sorry my art takes a little longer than yours. But I'll look forward to seeing your painting when I'm done.”
Woah... not only did you change his species, but he even took the attitude you the face you'd painted on her would imply.
You were gonna have fun with this thing!