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Spa Treatment, Part 4 (Multi-Anthro TFTG Preg)
🕑 Added 2025-02-21 01:10:12 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Al
When four friends break into a condemned mountain lodge spa in order to fulfil a dare, none of them could have guessed it would change their lives forever. All they have to do is dip into the waters for one hour and they will be accepted into a local fraternity, but the mutagenic run off into the spas waters will instead begin to change them into female anthro creatures! Without options, the four must find a way to turn back . . . or uncover a community of other transformed spa goers.
Chapter 4: Animal Instincts
Rob dreamed such canine dreams. He, no, she was running through the forest, bounding first on two feet and then on four, moving closer towards her prey. She leapt, closing her now-powerful jaws upon her target; a wild deer with such juicy flanks. The moment her teeth tasted blood was utterly delicious.
It made her feel wild and free.
***
Rob woke beside the campfire, her fur coat warmed by the still-dying embers. Her jaw ached a little, and she could immediately tell that she had changed further in the night. Quickly, the dog girl got up and began to inspect herself. Her coat of blond fur was entirely complete now, making her a little at odds with the wolf-like dream she’d had. It was a bit darker in colouring at least, but then she wondered why the hell she even cared about what colour her fur was? It was a bizarre thought, but she turned her mind towards the other physical changes.
“Ah thunk u’ve groan ah snaut.”
Robert blinked. She raised her paw-hands and felt along her snout, and at the same time lapped her tongue in her changed mouth. It felt so strange; her face was all pointed forwards now, and her powerful smelling nose was prominently in her vision. The dog woman panted a little, then tried to adjust her voice to get used to her new configuration.
“Thee thells theethells by the theethaww.”
She frowned, then tried again.
“Sheee shells sheeeeshells by the sheeshaww.”
Rob grimaced, and adjusted herself again, trying to avoid her tongue wagging too much.
“She sells seashells by the seashore. My name is Rahhhbert. Ahem, Robert, and I’m becoming a dawg. Ahem, a dog.”
She recited a few more lines before something seemed to click in her mind and she was able to adjust herself. But something else had also clicked in her mind that she just realised.
“Why do I think of myself as a girl?”
She had become female, that much was obvious. As far as she could tell her transformation was ‘finished’ whatever that meant. Lee would know more, but her DNA seemed to have stabilised, leaving her with an athletic frame. Her tail wagged with some excitement, and her breasts had grown just a little as well; perhaps to the size of C-cups. Certainly not small, though not so big that it made running a difficulty, at least.
“But I’m thinking of myself as female. Damn. I’m not just getting dog instincts, I’m getting female instincts.”
It was embarrassing to think, but Rob was well aware that her plumbing had changed. She was also well aware of what she had retrieved last night from the forest, clamped in her hands and jaws, to be roasted upon the fire.
“Holy shit, I caught a whole frickin’ deer. I cooked a deer and ate it.”
“At least you cooked it,” Lee purred. She had just woken, and was marvelling at her own changes by the side of the dying campfire. The sun was rising across the horizon now, but the new cat girl looked to be far too comfortable curled up on a bed of grass. She idly licked her arm, sheepishly grinned when she realised what she was doing, and then continued. “I ate a whole mouse yesterday. Just caught it and . . . ate it! Ugh! And it was so tasty too. I almost wanted to play with it. These mental instincts are strong.”
“But I saw you cook your catches?”
Lee sighed, a long purr emanating from her figure.
“I only cooked the ones I caught after that. But that first one . . . I just couldn’t help myself. My rational mind went out the window while hunting. I guess I really am a catgirl, huh?”
She was now entirely coated in black fur, and despite her part-animal nature, was a surprisingly sensual sight. Strange to think that Lee, the scrawny Asian nerd of the group, was now a tantalising catwoman with remarkable golden eyes.
“You, um, don’t look so bad, at least?”
“That’s the strangest thing, I feel very . . . powerful. Flexible. Acrobatic. A hunter. A predator. I know it’s all instinct, but I’ve never felt like this before in my life, Rob.”
“Me either. I’ve got all this energy, and you wouldn’t believe how powerful my sense of smell is now! It’s like a sense that travels back in time: I don’t just smell what is here, but all the creatures and things that were here, and I know what they were doing and which direction they were travelling.”
Lee nodded, flicking a whisker and shifting her position a little. She wasn’t doing it intentionally, but she almost looked like something out of a furry playboy magazine from the way she posed, one hand on her hip and the other propping up her chin.
“My olfactory sense is better too, though not nearly as good as yours. But my vision! Rob, I’ve needed glasses my whole life. I could barely see two feet in front of me without them. Now, the mutagen seemed to have enhanced my optometry to unbelievable extents! I was practically wearing the world’s best night vision goggles last night, but without any glare or shortness of range.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“It is.”
The two smiled to one another, dog and cat, only to realise they were actually celebrating, almost, what had happened to each other.
“We need to change back, of course,” Lee said quickly.
“Yeah, uh, of course. Obviously. Don’t want to be some weird dog girl for the rest of my life. Um, are you thinking of yourself as a girl too?”
Lee narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, the gold shining through. “Why, are you?”
“Um . . . yeah.”
“That’s a relief, because I am too. Another mental change. I wonder if Doug and Chris feel the same way?”
They looked at the sleeping form of Doug, her rabbit form now complete. She had a pear-shaped body judging from the way she laid upon her stomach, big bunny butt up in the air. Her tail twitched occasionally, but she was otherwise restful. Her hips were indeed wide breeding ones, and her fur had come in thick too; a very downy mix of brown with grey flecks. And if Rob admitted that her own body looked surprisingly fit and powerful, and that Lee’s looked shockingly hot, then it wasn’t hard to admit that Doug’s rabbit form was actually looking very cute. She almost wanted to pet her sleeping friend.
“Wait, where’s Chris?” she asked. “He was sleeping on the grass over there when I went down. You know, after he’d eaten a bunch of the other grass.”
Lee shrugged. “I don’t know. Use your nose.”
A blush beneath her fur. “Oh, yeah. Right.”
She sniffed the air, and sure enough caught a bovine scent that was not entirely that of a cow’s, instead a mix of human and cow.
“This way,” she pointed, getting down to all fours. “Um, should we put some clothes on?”
Lee blushed beneath her fur this time. “I ripped mine up.”
“I’ll just put on my shorts then.”
Doug woke as they were moving about, and nearly jumped at the sight of two predators nearby before he calmed himself. He stamped a large rabbit foot on the ground.
“Damn it! I’m becoming some weak pussy with all this rabbit stuff!” he whined. “What kind of chick is gonna want to go out with a guy who looks like th-”
“Something wrong?” Lee asked, though she had a suspicion.
“Um, fuck. Are any of you two thinking of yourself as girls right now?”
They confirmed this to be the case, and this set off another round of swearing and agitation from Doug.
“Fuck! Fuuuuuuck! I had a dream about this stuff, but it was only meant to be a dream! I could smell this - this scent on the air! It was really intoxicating, and I had to find it, and now I’ve woken up and I’ve got a goddamn pussy that’s all wet like I want something in it, goddamn it!”
Lee and Rob exchanged a glance that seemed to say ‘What exactly was he dreaming about?’ but neither elaborated on this. They could both guess, especially given the general instinct of rabbits.
Doug stamped his foot again. “Hey, stop looking at me like that, okay? Where’s Chris? I can smell him but . . . he’s gone down the bank? Oh, I can hear him!”
Once again the small group was amazed at the heightening of their senses, and even Doug seemed to grin a little, making a cute little wiggle of his bunny nose as he understood the sheer range of his hearing.
“Holy shit, I can hear . . . everything. It’s almost overwhelming. God, imagine if I could be a regular dude and hear like this. I’d know all the secrets of-”
“Women gossipping?” Rob guessed.
Doug frowned. “I was going to say I could be a spy or something, catching state secrets. But I like yours more. Um, Chris is making some odd noises. Like, really odd. I think . . . shit, I think he might be injured!”
At that, Lee and Rob raced past their friend, moving to the spot the dog-girl could already smell contained the strong staring of bovine/Chis mix. It was odd though, because she could smell another mix of bovine scents as well. Were there cows up in the mountain? Mountain bulls? It smelled almost mutagenic, in fact.
Doug bounded to catch up to them, tripping a little on his rabbit feet before getting the hang of it.
“Not a fucking word, okay?”
Neither said a thing. Robert had gone to all fours, his configuration allowing him to run just like a canine hunter. Lee, on the other hand, was still on all fours, but moved with a swiftness greater than the most impressive of Olympic runners. She dashed and leapt, swung and soared, her movements frenetic and dexterous and surprisingly elegant.
“I’ve never felt like this before!” she proclaimed, struggling to contain a grin.
Rob laughed, tongue lolling. “Me either!” she managed.
Doug didn’t say a word. He was too embarrassed to admit that, as skittish as he now was, the sensation of hopping and hopping fast was surprisingly freeing.
But all entertainment vanished as they crashed into a clearing where Chris was. The cowgirl’s back was turned to them, and it was obvious that their friend had also completed their change. Not only was he now fully covered in Holstein fur, but he had curving horns that were at least five or more inches long. His body was thick but in an attractive way, the kind of body that fit the ‘hot MILFs’ that Doug was always saying he would sleep with one day, complete with an impressive rear, above which sprung a long and thick tail that nearly brushed against the ground. Christopher was grunting and groaning, wincing in what seemed to be pain, but he twisted his body in shock at the approach of his three friends, and what they saw astonished him as they now saw the cowgirl face.
“Don’t look at me!” he screeched, his voice a husky contralto.
But it was too late. Chris was entirely naked, his body too thick and bulbous in all the wrong places for his athletic clothing to fit him. His breasts were huge, each looking to be about the size of his head; all four of them upon his chest. His face now had a snout, too. Not a huge one - his humanity was preserved - but enough to to give him a bovine appearance. His face also looked more female; the jawline was rounder, the eyes softer, and his curly black hair was longer now, falling down past his chin on either side.
But all that paled compared to the thing that hung down to between his thighs.
The udder.
It was easily the size of a basketball, if not a small beachball, and it gurgled loudly in the embarrassed silence that followed. The bloated pink mass was round and full, and certainly appeared to be heavy, judging from the way Chris was awkwardly trying to cup it with his hoof-hands. It sat upon his lower stomach, but gravity was doing its thing, and even the movement he had made in turning made not only his chest(s) wobble, but his udder heavily too; it slapped against his thighs, making the cowgirl wince.
“What are you doing!?” he cried again. “I came here for privacy!”
“We - we thought you were in trouble,” Rob said.
But Lee’s vision was focused on her friend’s breasts, on her udder, and the beads of white liquid emerging from them.
“Chris, are you . . . lactating?”
“No! Fuck you! I’m not! I’m just - nngh! Ohhhhhh . . .”
The cow woman straightened his/her back, one hoof-hand on her udder and the other trying and failing spectacularly to cover all four large breasts. A tremor seemed to run through her, and she bit her thick cow lip.
“No! Stay in! None of you moooo-ove! Don’t mooo-ove! MMMOOOOOO!!!”
It was too late to save her wounded ego, because all four of her nipples throbbed visibly, and her teats extended, unable to contain her produce. All at once they began squirting milk, and some of it landed on Doug’s fur and in the rabbit girl’s mouth.
“Shit!”
“Not shit,” Lee corrected, catching a splash of it on her paw-finger and placing it into her mouth. “Milk. She moaned a little too sensually; cats really do like milk, it seemed. “Really, really good milk.”
Chris moaned again, mooing as well. “It s-started this moo-orning. I knew my changes were done, and I was thinking of moo-yself as a damn woman. I still am - ahhh. But then I ate a lot more grass, and I started f-feeling this pressure. I’ve got a four tits and a f-fucking udder and they’re all f-full of moo-ilk! And these stupid hoof-hands are struggling to moo-ilk mooo-eee!”
The more agitated she became, the harder it was to talk. She leaned forward, tail stuck out for balance, hooves planted firmly on the ground, and tugged at her udder teats. Just bending over compressed her breasts enough to cause yet more leakage, which spilled down her front in long rivulets. She pulled her teats with her changed hands, only to gasp in cathartic release as long, rather warm spurts of fresh milk poured from her new sac.
“Ohhhhh G-God, why does it have to f-feel soooo gooood!?”
It was maddening how good it felt, the pure release of it all. She burned with humiliation as her body expressed what felt like entire gallons onto the grass below.
“Um, I could help with your breasts, if you want?” Lee said.
“Don’t you d-dare! And stop lapping at it on the ground!”
Lee got back up, tasting the last of the milk. “Meow. Sorry. It’s just . . . your milk is really good.”
“T-try being the one moo-aking it! Just give me some damn privacy, all of you! I don’t want you to s-see me as some lactating cow thing! MOOOO!!!”
With more than a little awkwardness, the three of them moved back into the forest. Doug was the first to speak, even as they heard Chris tangling with her breasts and struggling to milk them.
“Was it just me, or was that kinda hot?”
Rob chuckled, scratching habitually at his own fur. “Never change, Rob.”
***
Eventually, Chris re-appeared. Her udder was still large and round but looked considerably deflated, and while her breasts were still large and round and leaking a little, she seemed able to cope.
“None of us talk about this, okay?” she said, holding her udder in one hoof-hand. “None of us.”
And while they might tease one another occasionally as friends, they didn’t do so for Chris in this moment. The man had gone from the alpha male leader of the group, popular with girls and attractive to boot, to a thickset cowgirl with enormous breasts and an udder, all mammaries producing milk. She could feel it even now, and had to snack on some grass just to fuel her body’s production. It wanted to make milk no matter what; there was a reason she’d dreamed about being milked.
Milked and bred. Not that she’d ever tell anyone that part either.
“We should get moving,” Rob said. “I can smell more of those strange scents.”
“And I can hear things,” Doug added, her enormous rabbit ears going from floppy to vertical. “Way up the mountain. I think . . . it’s almost like voices. Or something mechanical. Or both.”
They got moving, their marching order reversed from their initial trip up the mountain. Now it was Rob and Lee who led the way, followed by Doug cautiously in the middle, stopping to sniff the ground or listen for threats, and then last of all Chris. It wasn’t that the cowgirl was suddenly weak, but her udder kept slapping against her thighs, and her large breasts wobbled, pulling at her shoulders. Her tail could only provide so much counterbalance.
“Goddamn this body,” she muttered. “We need to stop.”
“No, we need to keep moving,” Rob said.
“Hey! I always stopped when you were weak! You have no idea what it’s like to have a massive fat udder weighing you down and slapping against your legs all the time.”
Rob gave the whine that all dogs do when they know they’ve been bad.
“Sorry Chris. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the dog part of you, I guess. Ugh, this thing is heavy. I can feel it filling with milk.”
Doug hopped over. “Maybe we can make a support for it? Like a sling?”
“That’s . . . actually a good idea, dude.”
Doug chuckled. “Dude, I’ve watched enough porn to know that a woman with big tits needs supports. We just need something like a big bra for your udder.”
“And I’m back to hating this. Shit, let’s just do this. Rob, can you help with some of what’s left of our clothes?”
Rob and Doug got to work helping out their overwhelmed friend, but Lee looked up the mountainside, a little distracted. “You guys keep going, I just need to check something out.”
It took twenty minutes, during which they stopped to eat anyway - Rob still had some cooked deer to snack upon - during which the catgirl did not return. Thankfully, Rob could smell her approaching again, and Doug could also hear it.
“She’s almost entirely silent,” the rabbit girl said. “Impressive, for a nerd.”
Lee came back, clutching something in her paws, holding it up for them to see.
“Look what I’ve found,” she said. “A message from the Community.”
It was a carved wooden sign, one that hosted the smells of numerous animals and mutagenic properties.
THE COMMUNITY CAN HELP THOSE WHO HAVE CHANGED, it read. COME TO THE LAB BY THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN LAKE. WE WILL ACCEPT YOU, HAVE NO FEAR.
To Be Continued . . .
