Vandal tilted Jeff's head mockingly before pushing it back into the wall. Jeff felt his reality dissolve into the flat, two-dimensional realm of the painting once again, his senses confined to the static world. Paralyzed and voiceless, he could only watch in growing dread as Vandal shook his spray can, a malicious glint in his eyes.
Vandal began his grim work, starting from the feet up. Sketching out elongated, fur-covered legs, each muscled and toned, with sharp claws tipping the digits. The fur shimmered, adopting a natural blend of gray and brown hues with a wild, unkempt texture. Jeff, now transitioned into a coyote’s form from the waist down, felt an alien sensation as his body metamorphosed without his consent.
Next, Vandal moved on to Jeff’s torso. He painted a broad, well-defined chest, emphasizing the athletic musculature. The fur lay flat in some areas, while it puffed out around the shoulders, giving a rugged yet robust appearance. Jeff’s human skin vanished under the sleek, dense coat of his new form.
Step by step, Vandal crafted Jeff's new arms, powerful and fit, finshing the hands with dexterous fingers ending in sharp claws. Jeff’s former human proportions were replaced by those of an anthropomorphic coyote—agile yet strong, predatory but sophisticated. His new form exuded a primitive elegance, although Jeff was laid bare without any clothing to conceal his imposed transformation.
Lastly, Vandal took special care in designing Jeff’s face. Muzzle elongating, nose darkening into a sensitive coyote’s snout, ears sharpening into triangular points. As his transformation concluded, the eyes followed suit, turning into sharp, golden orbs glowing with an inner fire. His fur-lined sheath scarcely managed to conceal his intimate parts, adding a layer of mortifying vulnerability to his virile physique.
Jeff now stood as an anthropomorphic coyote with a toned, athletic build. The fur adorned his entire body, offering little modesty, highlighting every curve and muscle. His new eyes, now coyote-like, still held the humanity buried within, mixing fear and confusion.
Satisfied with his artwork, Vandal grasped the coyote’s new muscular arm in the painting and yanked Jeff back into the three-dimensional world. Jeff stumbled, his new powerful legs and altered sense of balance throwing him off, making him fall to the floor.
"Look at you!" Vandal exclaimed, clapping his hands in mock celebration. "Quite the masterpiece, wouldn't you say?"
Jeff lay sprawled on the floor, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. As he struggled to comprehend the disorienting sensations of his newly transformed body, his vision swam with the unfamiliar sight of fur-covered limbs and the intrusive reality of sharp claws.
"No... no way," Jeff whispered hoarsely, his voice carrying an unnaturally gravelly tone that sent shivers down his own spine. "This can't be happening..."
Vandal watched with a satisfied smirk, his bushy tail flicking with amusement. "Oh, but it is happening," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
He extended a paw, pulling Jeff up from the floor. As he did, his grip "accidentally" wandered, teasingly caressing Jeff’s newly-formed rear and brushing against his exposed sheath. Jeff flinched at the contact, a mixture of shame and panic flaring up within him.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" Jeff protested, trying to extricate himself from Vandal's grasp.
"Just helping you get acquainted with your new self," Vandal replied with a devilish grin. "You're quite the improvement, don’t you think?"
Jeff glanced down at himself, taking in the sight of his athletic coyote form—every muscle defined under the sleek coat of fur, his new features both foreign and invasive.
"This... this is wrong," he muttered, voice trembling. “Change me back!”
Vandal chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Jeffy, this is only the first step. We've got so much more fun to have."
The words hit Jeff like a punch to the gut. The implications of "first step" made his heart race with dread.
"What more could you want from me?" Jeff asked, desperation leaking into his voice.
Vandal's playful grin widened as he traced a claw along Jeff’s jawline. “You’ll see,” he said cryptically. “This is just the beginning of our little art project. And trust me, I have a vivid imagination.”
Jeff’s golden eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of an escape, but there was none. With a resigned shudder, he realized his nightmare had only just begun.
“Please, I’ll do anything!” Jeff pleaded.
“Don’t worry,” Vandal replied, casually spinning the spray can in his paw. "You’ll get used to it. Eventually."
Jeff could do nothing but watch, trapped in his new body, as Vandal prepared for the next phase of his transformation.