As I stared out the window, I saw the local paperboy riding his bike down the hill. As my driveway was rather long, he had to actually
come up to the house to deliver the paper. Excellent.
I knew the boy as Toby McKizik, my neighbors' son. He was a senior in the highschool down the street and the quarterback on their
football team. I also happened to know he was gay as well. I had seen him bring teammates and friends home when his parents weren't
around. And let's just say these old houses aren't exactly soundproof. I hurried downstairs and opened the door just as Toby was
getting out my paper.
"Oh! Good morning, Mr. Cole," he greeted happily for a teenage boy who was up at five in the morning. "You're up early today."
"Well, I never really went to bed," I told him. "I was up all night finishing my latest project. Care to have a look?"
Everyone in the neighborhood knew I was a basement scientist. Most of my previous inventions had been flops, and it was more of a
joke than a concern. Which actually played right into my hand.
Not wanting to be rude, I suppose, Toby agreed to come inside. He saw the small yet complex machine on the diningroom table and
gave me a questioning look.
"It is a machine that will change life as we know it!" I boasted with an exaggerated flare of my hands. I wanted it to appear as though
this machine wouldn't work, so that Toby would be more willing to try it. "By having two people man the controls, each can transform the
other into whatever they want! In the process, they can also control the whole world around them to accomodate their changes!"
This, of course, wasn't entirely true. Only the person working the main controls could change anything other than their partner.
"Really?" Toby asked with a hint of incredulity.
"Well, if you don't believe me, let's try it out," I suggested. "We could agree to the transformations ahead of time so that we know what
to expect. If it works, and we don't like it, we can always change it back. If it doesn't work, you'll just have another story about crazy Mr.
Cole who think's he's a mad scientist."
With a chuckle, Toby agreed to try it out. I took out a piece of paper and pencil, setting it on the table between us.
"Alright then, I'll be generous. You can pick both of our transformations. First, what do you want to change about you?"
"Well," Toby thought, "I was watching one of those Japanese movies last night and the main character was a fox that stood on its hind
legs and like a human body and hands, but still covered in fur."
"An anthromorphic fox?" I asked.
"Yeah, something like that. It would be cool to be that."
"Okay, 'anthromorphic fox'," I recited and wrote that on the paper. "Now what would you like to turn me into?"
"You?" Toby considered the question. "Well...what if you were my age again? But you were a surfer with blonde hair and blue eyes?"
"A surfer? Alright, anything else?"
"Well, you could be kind of muscular, but not like body-builder big. If you're a surfer, you have to be tan. Uh...oh, if you didn't have body
hair, you would be more streamlined for swimming. And what about an otter tattoo, like it was swimming across your back?"
"That's very specific, but okay," I wrote it down.
I knew that this was Toby's fantasy. I also suspected he might be adding the same thing I would to the transformation. We shook hands
and agreed to follow the plan. I was lying, of course. I would be making far more changes than Toby had ever considered. I explained
how the machine worked, he simply worked the driver while I did everything else.
Once he understood, I set up the machine and we began to work it. The wires stuck to our heads picked up the thoughts we wanted for
our partner and put them into action. I could feel the energy flow through me as I regressed in age to become an eighteen-year-old
surfer as Toby had described. I also watched as Toby's ears moved up and changed shape as he grew a tail and a lot of fur. The
feeling was the most amazing ever, and I was tempted to lose myself in it. But I had work to do.
I added the thoguht for Toby's junk to double in size and for him to become my obedient and loving slave. I changed the house so that
it would be a temple dedicated to me. I changed the world so that I was worshipped by every human on Earth as a god and creator of
sex. The world would be male oriented, with women being kept as a small percentage of the population for the sole purpose of breeding.
All men would be gay and all would be beautiful. I had nothing against furries, and Toby was to become one, so I also made anyone
who had been a furry before transform into an anthro animal of their desire now. The new world would be a massive orgy centered on
me with Toby as my personal favorite.
By now, I had become the hunky and handsome surfer which Toby had dreamed of and Toby was the anthro fox he had fantasized
about. He had a look on his face that showed he knew something was wrong with the house and himself. We gasped in unison as both
of our crotches grew larger. Toby and I both rushed to remove our restrictive clothing as 18" monsters flopped down on top of two
coconuts. Toby was about to say something when a blissful and lusty expression overcame his face. I did a mental victory dance as the
final transformations occured.
We now stood in a large temple, surrounded by staues and images of my new body. There was noise outside of thousands of men
flocking to see me. And Toby, my newly vulpine slave, stood eager to serve and service me.
"That's a good boy," I cooed as I scratched his headfur. "Thank you for helping me realize my dreams. And for that, you may worship my
body and cock as long as you want."
"Oh, thank you, Master!" Toby said gleefully.
He quickly got on his knees in front of me and took my enourmous cock into his paws. He began to lap at the head, sending shivers
through my gorgeous young body. The otter tattoo Toby had given me came from the base of my neck, down and around so that its
head appeared to be kissing the base of my cock. Soon, Toby's muzzle had made it that far and was making out with my otterfrom
around my dick. The sight was so hot that I couldn't hold it any longer. I blew my load down the fox-boy's throat who eagerly lapped it
up. He gave a feral grin and licked the remainder from his lips.
"Come on, boy," I told him, "I think it's time to share my body with the people."