"Well, you look pretty good," I told him.
Runt yawned. "Boring, but believable"
He held his hands my knees and moved them down, squeezing the faun out of my legs.
He ripped my boxers clean off my body. The balled up socks fell to floor. He rubbed the
flat area at my crotch. When he pulled his hand away, my cock had returned. Though,
slightly larger than I remembered it. I didn't mention it.
He rubbed his hands through my hair and pulled out a pair of stubby horns like his.
Tentatively, I touched them. As I did, he disappeared behind me and stuck his hand up my
ass.
I flinched. "Hey!". He pulled his hand away, but with it shot out a long, narrow forked tail.
"That's pretty much all," Runt shrugged, "Boring, like I said."
I looked at my reflection. If I tucked in my tail and covered my horns, I'd look normal. And
yet, though I looked the same as I always did, something about me seemed more
attractive. I stared at myself, suddenly believing I was the sexiest man alive and it was all I
could do not to lick the mirror. I no longer had any desire to wear clothes, not with a body
this good looking. With a life of this, it was not hard to see where Runt got his narcissism
from.
And if I had these powers...
"Hey, Runt?" I asked.
"Ye-urf!"
He was cut short when I stuck my hand in his mouth. I grabbed him by the teeth and
pulled his face out into a long snout. He struggled to get free but I wouldn't let him. I held
him by his bottom jaw and pushed downward. He began to shrink.
When he was about half the size, I used my other hand to grab his wrists and rotate his
arms. I moulded his hands into paws so he could no longer stand.
I added the finishing touches. I pulled his ears out to be huge and pointy. Out of his ass I
peeled a short, stubby tail. I rubbed his skin until it was covered in a light layer of brown
fuzz.
I stepped back to admire him. Not bad for a first try, I thought. Runt, the chihuahua.