WIP: Spicin' Things Up

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Spicin' Things Up

This story contains the following kinks:
- Transformation
- Swapping genders
- Mental changes
- Pregnancy

This story was written for <ANONYMOUS>, and is not to be duplicated, or published elsewhere without written permission from Ikari or the commissioner.

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Its a warm summer evening in the quiet country-side of Furtopia. The stars were out on full display, with not a single cloud in the sky. The moon was full and lit up the area just faintly enough that a lamp wasn't necessary. It cast strange shadows upon the ground and was too perfect to feel real, even when it was.

Your philosophical waxing was interrupted by a voice calling from the house, a feminine voice you knew well. "In a minute hun." You say, smiling to yourself. You truly had an incredibly gorgeous wife. Beautiful black hair cascades down her amber shoulders. She looks as if she was kissed by the sun, and her bronze skin shown as if etched by a master craftsman. She was currently dressed in a long flowing nightgown. The nightgown was light pink, and spotted with purple polkadots.

Tiffany smiled to herself. Sure, it was a little boring around here, but she had a nice house. She didn't have to work. She didn't even have kids, even though she wanted some. Her husband was bored with her though, and she needed to spice it up in the bedroom. She had just the thing for that: Spice of Life. She bought it from a merchant very far from her homeland. . .

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Several weeks prior . . .

The black panther stood in the long, dark alleyway, leaning against the cold bricks. The panther's yellow eyes cut through the darkness as rain starts to pour from the heavens. It was as if the sky around you was setting the backdrop for what would occur this very night. The black panther was garbed in a black duster, black boots, and black gloves, with a briefcase in one paw with ornate, Eastern style script calligraphied onto the briefcase's top panel.

Tiffany was dressed in a black trenchcoat and a long, wide-brimmed hat to hide her face. She blended in with the bricks, blackened by time. She can't believe she was actually doing this. Meeting someone she barely knows for what could be an absolute farce. Paying a king's ransom for something she doesn't even know will work. Stupid! Yet, here she is.

Summoning up the courage, Tiffany steps forward towards the only figure in the alleyway. The yellow sulfur light flickered sporadically, reinforcing just how dream-like it felt. It was strange, surreal even to be standing here while rain pours down on them.

A gravelly voice snaps you back to reality. "What ar'ya bouyin?" he asked, scaring the daylights out of you. You didn't expect him to sound so.. scary.

She approaches the black panther slowly. "I-I-I'm here for the Spice." she says at barely a whisper.

"Can ya speak up lass? I can't rightly hear ya." he says, cocking an ear towards Tiffany.

"I'm. here. for. the. Spice." she says a bit louder.

His eyes dart left, then right. "Y'weren't followed, right?" he asked.

Of course you weren't followed. It was the dead of night, in a back alley, in a rain storm. Who would even WANT to be out right now? "No, I wasn't followed." Tiffany responds.

This seems to put the panther at ease. "Then to business. First. Payment." he demands, holding out his paw.

You dig through your purse, hastily putting the money in the panther's paw. 2500$. A lot of money, especially in these times. You hoped it was worth it.

He carefully hands you back a pouch of what looked like gold powder. "Spice of Life. Mixed into a couple's food and they both consume, they will become what they need the most. Certainly will put some excitement into the relationship, I can tell you that." he snickers. "Now go. Our business has concluded."

Tiffany starts to head off before looking back to ask something of the mysterious merchant only to see they disappeared. This put her in a feeling of unease. She hurries home, clutching her purse close to her body.

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This brings you back to current day and time. Natalie is in the kitchen, whipping together an incredible dinner. An incredibly juicy, marinated medium-rare steak, 2 heaping scoops of mashed potatoes with homemade red trail gravy, and a freshly baked dinner roll. The smells wafting from the kitchen teased the senses, and after a hard day at work the smells were making Devon drool in anticipation. To say he was hungry would be an understatement, especially with how good everything smelled like. You embrace your wife. You could smell the aroma from the outside through two locked doors. She's a hell of a cook, but you weren't shabby yourself. She looks up at you, her eyes alight with excitement. "You spent all day on this meal, I bet the whole neighborhood is jealous." he teases her, giving her squeezable rump a firm grope.

Tiffany smiles. "Head over to the table and I'll bring you your food." she said before walking into the kitchen. She comes back out with two plates of food that wouldn't be out of place in a 3 star restaurant. The meat was cooked to perfection, the mashed potatoes were soft and fluffy, and the dinner roll still had steam coming off of it. "I added some special seasoning to the steak, so this should be something you've ever had before~!" she winks.

If only you knew how true that was.

Dinner passes quickly and the couple head to bed. <placeholder>

The Next Day . . .

A blaring alarm was the first sound that was heard emanating from the bedroom. Two sharp whacks from a groggy sleeper and the alarm dies away. The bedsheets rustle and move as Devon wakes up. He stretches and sits up. He quietly gets out of the bed as to not wake his wife. He lumbers over the bathroom, his head still in a funk from a particularly exciting night under the sheets. He flicks the light on the bathroom. Then he sees what's happened. He.. he had breasts! She? He? Devon was so confused. And the more he looked at himself, the more confused he got. He had fur! Red fur! Like a fox, but red. A red fox! He was a red fox now? His wife was going to kill him when she woke up. What even happened to his wife? What happened to him? He starts to spiral out of control. Was he even a male anymore? It certainly didn't seem so. His heart thuds in his chest, and he began to feel sick as his stomach tried to heave. The walls were closing in and when did it feel so hot in here? Maybe it was his new fur. He couldn't help it, he screamed. His voice!? It changed too! It was high pitched! And different! He.. couldn't even call himself a he now.

Whilst Devon was under the panic attack, his scream has woken up his previously slumbering wife. Now, Tiffany had also changed while she slept. Her hair shortened, and her skin has grown thick, but silky soft red fur, and her impressive bust she had before has flattened out to become fairly buff pecs. A powerful six-pack has formed as well, as if chiselled from solid steel. Her arms now have some incredible definition too. Muscles sculpted by the gods adorned this incredible specimen of male virility.

Tiffany gruffly rolls over. She.. or rather he had rolled with such a fervor that he fell out of the bed with a loud "WHOMPF" sound. This catches Devon (or was it Daisy now?)

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