Don DeSoto awoke, aching and dizzy. Looking around, he figured he was inside his bathroom - the one that was part of the master suite in his own house. He was probably drunk again or something.
"Damn what a screwball dream," he muttered - then noticed his voice was all squeaky. He jumped up and saw that he was just a little bit taller than the bathroom sink. Standing on tiptoes, the mirror told him that he was a small foxgirl. His hands found tits and pussy and ears and a big bushy tail, but no cock.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" he screamed, sounding like a little girl, and stomped out of the bathroom into the master bedroom - and froze in shock.
Lying on the bed was his wife, dead these ten years, wearing the bright red corset and panty and stockings he had gotten her for their last anniversary and were stored in the attic with all her other things. On the bed with her was his youngest son Brett, naked and draped over her, one leg wrapped around her torso, one hand fondling her breast.
"Oh, look," she said in her dulcet tones. "It's awake. But it's very foul-mouthed."
"I'm sorry, Goddess," Brett said. "It's not a very well-behaved animal."
"Well, discipline it."
"Yes, Goddess," Brett said. He got up and got his father's belt out of the closet. Don almost yelled at him, but realized that the boy was a LOT bigger than her now. And she still remembered that gigantic COCK that hung from the little boy's crotch that had filled him up. Now if filled her with panic and she couldn't even move as the belt crashed down on her tiny breasts. The pain made Don scream and try to cover herself, but the strength and power of the angry Brett was too much. In the end, all she could do was curl up and take blow after blow.
"Enough!" the woman on the bed ordered. As Brett stepped away, she crawled sensuously across the bed and gazed down at the curled-up and whimpering foxgirl. "We need a new name for you. 'Don' ... how about 'Dawn'? Just like your lovely russet fur. And it will remind you that you used to be a free man named Don - before you became a sex-toy bitch."
"Oh god," the newly-rechristened Dawn squeaked. "Oh god whats happening?"
"That's 'Goddess'," the image of Dawn's dead wife said. "And it's simple. Your wife loved her youngest son so much that she gave her life for him - 'No greater love hath any man' according to the Bible. And what did you do with this sacred gift, that your wife loved so much? You beat him and accused him and denied him a father's love. You aren't worthy of him. This is God's punishment on you." She looked at Brett. "Tie him up. I want him to watch."
And Dawn found herself tied hand and foot with her own ties and thrown on the bed, then she watched as his youngest son - the one he always hated and despised - made love to the one woman who meant more to him than anything, making the bed shake underneath her with their frenzied mating. He was helpless as he watched his wife and son rutt like wild animals, as she showed a passion and sexual hunger that Dawn had never seen in her when she lived. And Dawn's tears would not stop.
When they finished, she came over to him, her pussy dripping with sperm and sat on his face. "Eat, it, Dawn," she said in an angry voice. "Eat your son's cum from your wife's cunt."
And, slowly, Dawn began to lap the seed up. The woman who looked like his wife and his son laughed as she gound her pussy into Dawn's face.
The ties were undone, and Dawn felt her thighs spread. She knew what would happen next and cringed, but the feeling of Brett's foot-long manhood spearing into her still made her cry out.
The woman got off of Dawn and smiled into her face, even as Brett began fucking hard. "Like it, little bitch? You should - that dick's your best friend. Keep it happy, and I'll keep you as you are. Make it unhappy, and I'll do something even worse." She squeezed the tiny foxgirl's tit. "And just think of how many fox-babies you can give birth to! Oh, lots and lots!"
"Oh god," Dawn cried.
The woman who looked like Dawn's wife sudddenly grew horns and a red skin. "God doesn't like you," she said as Dawn's mind became blank from fear. She completed her transformation, her hair going black and straight, her body becoming bright scarlet and muscular and taut, batwings sprouting from her back, her breasts becoming full. "God gave you to Brett, and he gave you to me." A barbed devil tail snaked out, probed, and speared into Dawn's asshole, making her cry out. That cry allowed the devil-woman's ten-inch penis to spring like a snake from her groin and into Dawn's mouth, almost choking her.
The assault on pussy, asshole, and mouth was horrifying, traumatizing, and at the same time, Dawn felt the first of many orgasms begin.
"That's it, little bitch," the devil-woman proclaimed. "Worship Ishtar, your Goddess! Worship Brett, Her high priest and your master! Take it! TAKE IT!"
"MMMMRRRR!!!" Dawn cried out around the devil-cock as she began cumming and cumming in a never-ending flood. She came many times before her orifices were filled with her masters' seed.