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Day 9 

Sandy dreamt that night, but nothing was formed from it. Her dreams were unfocused, confused, chaotic. Usually there was some kind of theme or at least some twisted path of logic for her to cling to while she was swept along. 

This time however she felt not sense on continuity just a string of disconnected flashes breaking a bleak empty void. Flashes of woodland, dirt, a beam of sunlight piercing a tree canopy, the sound of tree’s rushing in the wind was wrong, it was harsh and hurt her ears the world seemed to brighten and with a jolt she was awake.

This sound though persisted and Sandy found it was a scratching sound outside her door. One of the girls unable to open to door was trying to get sandy’s attention.

Sandy pushed herself up feeling her fur ruffled from the night, she ran her fingers through it straightening it out feeling out for changes and noted some. 

Opening the door set a small gust into her room and she felt the wind tug at her ears and face reminding her of her other new features. 

It was Megan, she sat looking up with large warm yellow eyes. As Sandy looked into the kitchen at the mess.

Hunger burned in Megan, It got worse as the morning drew on. She had woken with the sunrise and spent the first few hours watching the world wake up. 

The multitude of lights from the outside faded into the brilliance of the day. She felt the emptiness in her stomach and it was compounded by her nose constantly reminding her of the enormous amount of meat in the chiller. 

The fridge door did little to mask the smell, Megan sat head focused on the window, wrestling her thoughts from food ears flattened to her head in apparently unease.

She tried occupying herself counting out cars, people and other animals but found she kept losing track of things and grew frustrated and bored with it. 

The smell was distracting her she thought, she needed to find something to eat or she would go mad. The last few day’s Sandy had prepared all her food for her. Megan didn’t want to wake her and out of frustration and determination jumped up onto the counter.

The cupboards all around her loomed, she came to terms again with how big a challenge things are for her now. The carpet gave her traction but the smooth laminate of the counter top made each step awkward, her toe pads slipped and claws clacked as she clambered over to the fridge.

With all her nosing and pushing at the seal the fridge door didn’t budge, what was more infuriating was that in doing so the smell this close to the source set Megans mind off on feral tangents that she had to drag her mind back into place with each attempt. 

She tried grabbing at a wooden spoon in a momentary inspiration to use it as a lever but found the idea completely impossible to pull off without hands.

Eventually nose sore and after falling off the counter a few times, once pulling down a tin of coffee with her she managed to lever open the door with sheer painful force using only her muzzle. 

The open door flooded her with an overwhelming variety of smells that set her mind running, Before she could act she had pulled out a tray holding rashers of bacon and eggs spilling the contents onto the floor.

Eggs broken and several packets of bacon strewn across the kitchen floor Megan woke up licking her muzzle clean after eating a couple dozen raw eggs off the floor.

Horrified at what she’d done she backed into the living room trailing egg white paw prints onto the carpet.

Completely unable to clean up her own mess Megan sheepishly padded over to her bedroom to get Sandy.

Sandy was annoyed but didn’t let it show. She had cleaned Megans mess and gathered up what could be saved in the carnage. She too found the smell a little intoxicating  and understood a little of what Megan had gone though.

Sandy sighed with annoyance, looked at Megan knowingly and walked to the bathroom. 

Day old sweat rang loud like a bell in the confined space to her nose as she sat relieving herself. She had struggled a bit with her belt, hands felt stiff and uncooperative. She scrutinised her hands again looking for differences, at first glance they seemed fine but she could feel the stiffness again, a lack of dexterity. Then she noticed the proportions had changed, just as she suspected the night before her thumbs had receded. Subtly but definite, nails thinned and a few shades darker.

She made fists with both her hands, feeling the weakness in her forearms as she clenched, muscles listened to her with reluctance, tendons stood out behind her knuckles as she did. 

Her palms looked the same, at least she thought so, she couldn’t be sure the skin was thick but it had always been thick, right? Clenching her hands again she looked intently at the deep ridges in her palm, she saw what she thought she saw, the shapes between the ridges, they didn’t look familiar.

“How long do i have with hands?” She thought, “I do really need hands. We need hands!” She sighed again. Placing her hands to the ground experimentally. “If I lose these and we’re still in this flat we are completely fucked.” 

The smell of her own sweat bothered her again, she picked herself up from the floor rubbing at her palms anxiously and considered the shower.

She felt at her soft brush of fur on her chest and rubbed at the nape of her neck. The fur line had risen up around her shoulders, the thick tuft obscuring her view of her breasts had spread up and behind her head.

She stood with some trepidation just out of sight of the mirror, she knew there would be changes, a small pang of guilt in her stomach told her not to be so interested in it. She should be horrified, she should be avoiding the sight of it. But she found herself drawn to the mirror, she wanted to see.

Closing her eyes she walked in-front of it. Hands wrapped around her eyes either side of her muzzle she couldn’t help but smile with nervous energy. “Why am I so into this?” she thought disgusted with herself “I can’t be into this. This is wrong!” But she couldn’t deny to herself that part of her liked what was happening. A complex mix of emotions broiled in her head as she battled with her rational mind over the realisation, eyes scrunched denying validation from what she would see if she opened. 

She felt at the taut skin along the bridge of her nose with finger tips and she drew her hands away, eyes closed. Her face narrowed until fingers met at her nose, she felt the moistness in it as her hands fell away. Without further hesitation Sandy opened her eyes.

Sandy took a moment to take in what she was looking at, Sandy saw herself in the mirror but didn’t see herself. The creature in-front of her mimicked her motions lifted its hands and prodded its features but she couldn’t fully register it as her, it didn’t sink in.

She admired the creature though, ran her hand through the thicker fuller scruff of its neck and along its shoulders, only when her eyes met did she see it as her. 

She couldn’t stop running her hands through her fur, it felt so nice. It had bunched up further down her chest covering her sternum. The fur spilled over her bra, she hadn’t noticed until now how uncomfortable it was, the straps dug into he sides yet the cups weren’t as full as they were. The pressure was on her sternum. 

She turned side on and saw the barreling in her chest, it was slight but there, ribs stood starkly tenting her skin before it dove down to her belly button. The harsh direct lighting from above enhanced the effect making the shadow of her rib cage on her stomach look almost sinister.

Looking at herself she ran her hands through her scruff again seeing and feeling as the fur sprang up again. In profile it looked more vibrant, fuller. She took off her bra to get a better look at herself, then her pants. 

Definition on her thighs and calves took attention away from her chest, She admired the twitching as she shifted her balance, muscles small but toned flexed and stretched beneath her flesh Only her panties keeping her modesty she looked over her lower half for any further changes. Apart from more pronounced muscles she at least thought she couldn’t see a difference, like with her hands she couldn’t quite tell if they’d changed, her toe nails did look thinner, she sat down and felt at them. 

Eyes perhaps played tricks on her, she couldn’t see anything definite. Her hands were definite but still hard to tell at a glance. She rubbed at her legs perhaps they were thinner too? More bony? 

Sandy knew she was taking this too well, her mind kept recoiling in horror at her own nonchalance. She continued to look herself over in the manner a nurse would inspect a patient, it was perhaps the dissociation that caused it. But when she stopped it sunk in again. These changes were real, it was her. 

She experimented again on all fours trying to feel something, looking at herself in the mirror she saw the changes more starkly, the barreling chest, her legs were different she swore, it was the proportions. Thighs seemed stockier, thicker yet shorter, calves seemingly longer and thinner. She walked towards the mirror on all fours in an awkward motion her eyes large and gold flecked shone back the light. 

Individually the changes weren’t noticeable but when she acted on them it showed, the tendons on the back of her hand tented her skin further pulling at her fingers into a sharper angle as she padded forward. The supple pads on the on her palm flattened out on the floor pushing outwards making them more pronounced, more there she thought.

Her chest swayed as she walked her smaller breasts half obscured under the bush of fur tracing down her chest before narrowing to a point just above her abs. Ribs that weren’t covered with fur pushed out as she breathed deeply again enhancing the effect that shadows played on her torso.

Without thinking her tongue whipped out of her mouth and licked her muzzle. Her eyes widened at the action, it came out of no where, did it on its own. She crouched down, thighs pressing into her calves in and splayed outwards in an attempt to sit like a dog. Something in her felt giddy, an energy boiled in her but had no way to express it, It twitched in her then passed. 

“ fuck sake Sandy” she thought. “you have to stop loving this.” She smiled to herself rising up and admiring her profile again. She ran a hand through her chest but something was wrong.

The action felt muted, the fur less soft, fingers felt stiff and unresponsive, she looked down with a pang on panic and saw what she feared. Her hands, they’d changed further.

Sandy tried with all she could to move her fingers with the same range of motion as she did before but found she simply couldn’t. They were shorter and fatter and the skin was rough to the touch, nails thick and dark offered a harsh contrast on her pale skin. “Oh God!” She thought “Not already!”

Frantically she rubbed at her hands trying to will motion back into them, fingers felt clumsy, she ran to her pants and pulled out her phone. Her paw pads slipped on the glassy surface and failed to register to the phone, she almost dropped it lifting it out, her thumbs couldn’t touch to her fingers anymore, palms elongated. She curled one around her phone scrunching up her pads and popping her phone again out of her grip. “Fuck!’ She pressed at her phone with one carefully arranged finger, she had a hard time separating it from the others to make a point, tendons strained in her hand. Knuckles large, joints shifted, her index finger shorter made the action awkward. Hands shaking with the effort she dropped her phone again. It landed face down on the tiled floor, she heard a sickening crack. “SHIT!!’ Sandy screamed. 

She bent down and tried to pick up her phone but a combination of pads thick fingers and the slim profile of her phone on the floor prevented this at first. She pushed her phone and used the curve of the bath to gain purchase. 

The screen wasn’t so much cracked as it was pulverized, the multitude on fractures rendered it useless, obscuring anything that she could read. Sandy’s head flopped down in defeat, she had played with fire and she got burned. She tried balling her hands into fists again but found that action less than achievable thumbs stunted and bent could only crumple up the skin around them and failed entirely to fold over her fingers.

Sandy had struggled back into her pants and gave up altogether on the belt and flies , the button was challenge enough. She felt vulnerable without her hands, exposed even. She knew now how she had taken them for granted, Sandy abandoned her plan for a shower doubting she could turn it on. The faucet slim, cylindrical and slick to the touch. Now it might as well be made of ice.

She managed to pull a fresh shirt on and cringed at the sensation of her collar pulling at her fur. One last look in the mirror and she held her hands up and sighed.

She knew she’d fucked up. Her hands were so important, not just for herself but also for Megan and Molly. She knew she would have to protect their usefulness as much as possible. They would need more food at some point, she would need to use keys and phones and door handles, she would need to pick up things without dropping them, she would need to learn to type again, to order deliveries, she couldn’t leave the flat like this now, not in daylight and the nights were shortening. 

Only half of her thought she could still fix this, the other half began thinking of contingencies, time now was much shorter they needed to make plans incase they lost their ability to be independent. Sandy looked at her paws again, thinking of them as paws for the first time, they were becoming them no doubt. She wondered if could still drive.

Sandy stepped out of the bathroom watched by Megan who had heard her screams of frustration and looked on at her concerned, Sandy walked over and sheepishly held out her paws. Megans eyes went wide and a noise escaped her lips that could have been misheard and a swear word.

“I know” Sandy said, “Thith ith tho thucked up!” She whinced at her pronounciation.