A PETFriendly Story

(Woman to Bulldog)



To say Claire would a good person would be disingenuous. She unabashedly admitted to having selfish tendencies and only constructed a veil of kindness out of societal pressure to be seen as a so-called “good person”, for although Claire gave to several charities, she’d just as soon stop doing so in order to save money. There were countless other examples of insincere sincerity in her life, but there was a facade to keep up, and so she did just that.

It weighed on Claire to know that she could never act her normal, admittedly disgusting self without severe judgment from others, and she often wished for some way to show that ugly side of her personality and not be deemed a “bad person”.

Turning all these things over in her head, she browsed her phone’s app store to check the ‘Pets & Animals’ section for anything new. Claire was a misanthrope, sure, but she’d had a soft spot for animals for as long as she could remember. An app called PETFriendly caught Claire’s eye during her search. The app’s description was almost purposefully vague, and weirder yet was how few ratings and reviews it had accumulated after thousands of downloads. But any skepticism she had of the app dissipated when she read through the ‘details’ tab to determine what the PETFriendly exactly did.

Language like “a new, furry face in the house” and “the perfect match to your personality” made Claire realize that the app was exactly what she’d been looking for all this time: an easy way to find the perfect pet!

She could have been wrong in her assumption, of course, but she didn't' care; the absence of a pet in Claire’s home had caused her grief long enough. Animals were the only thing she saw as at all deserving of the selflessness society expected her to show people, with her even buying and setting out dog food for the local strays out of a fear of them going hungry. Wanting to help another dog in need, Claire decided that she’d enter whatever search parameters were necessary to find the sorriest-looking, most unwanted dog in her city. She already had an idea of how to do it and opened the software to get to work.





NAME & SPECIES

Claire figured that whatever name she entered in the box would end up being what her future pet get called, imaging that adoption kennels may sometimes not give names to adoptees per fear of their future owner being unhappy with the chosen name.

She eventually settled on the name ‘Diamond’ for her new friend, seeing it as a cutesy allusion to the inner beauty Claire saw in every animal. A second text field then appeared below the first — this time inquiring about the specific species — and keying in ‘dog’ brought up a list of breeds that gave her momentary pause. Claire had to remind herself that she wasn’t searching for a pet she’d dreamt of owning but rather one that nobody ever would. If she was going to find the most disadvantaged pooch in town, Claire knew she had to select the most appropriate breed from the list: the English Bulldog

The hair on her scalp stood on end in places as Claire felt a prick of electricity dance upon her fingertip and a subsequent current of energy flow through her body. Unsuccessful in finding how she’d been shocked, Claire chalked it a malfunction of her phone and returned to the app, idly wiping her suddenly runny nose with a tissue.

GENDER

Claire had no real preference in this regard and checked the ‘female’ box just to move past it. A sudden tightness gripped her throat as she found it harder and harder to breathe normally. Her nose felt as if it were shorter and her nostrils smaller, which meant that she had to begin inhaling and exhaling through partial use of her mouth to get enough oxygen.

Seeing as how her nose had been runny just moments prior, Claire once again put her mind at rest by telling herself she probably just had a sickness. She held a hand to her forehead to check for a high temperature but pulled it away quickly, not expecting for the skin to feel as wrinkly as it did. Not only had deep ridges made themselves prominent features of her visage, but Claire realized her cheek skin was much looser and flabby.



Alarm seemed to mysteriously rise and vanish in her within the same instant. She wasn’t without unease, but some internal voice seemed to coax Claire’s focus back upon her phone. Her now audible respiration seemed to carry more and more spittle with each exhalation and forced Claire to lick her lips clean of saliva before being able to concentrate on the app.

PERSONALITY

Now this is what Claire wanted to see. Her plan was still to find a dog who’d start off in her care with problems that made it undesirable or unwanted so that she could fix them up, and she had three traits in mind that would seriously aid in narrowing the search results to her liking. Claire entered them in one by one:

Gluttonous • Unhygienic • Non-Housebroken

While the three she entered were all destructive yet fixable issues for a dog to have, Claire noticed that a fourth trait had written itself in: 'Ugly’. She tried in vain to delete it from the list of characteristics since ugliness wasn’t something she necessarily wanted in her pet. She couldn’t worry about it long, though, because a slider had appeared for her to address.

The scale indicated that selecting a number out of ten would tune results to find a bulldog that was either utterly repulsed by or completely accepting of itself based on whether the value was high or low respectively. Before Claire could decide, however, a thick stream of drool began to cascade out of her mouth until she could put a hand up to block its flow.

It was by feeling around her mouth that Claire realized how flabby her skin suddenly was, having made her jowls droop below her jawline and do almost nothing to keep salivation inside. Then something started to happen to Claire — she found it all normal. Nothing about her body seemed out of the ordinary, and even the layers of fat folds she could feet developing on her chest, belly, and thighs felt like an oddly natural part of her physique.



Unbeknownst to Claire, the drool that had landed upon her phone was the right consistency for the touchscreen to detect user interaction, sliding the relevant value to ‘0’ and making her overly willing to accept every disgusting alteration that befell her.

Upon hearing the sound of her stomach growling, Claire grasped her midriff in response and watched as her gut expanded outward at a rapid rate, obscuring her view of her waist in no time. What should have come as a horrifying shock to Claire was simply confirmation to her brain that the ravenous hunger she felt was justified by her now-massive frame.



She lumbered toward her fridge only to knock something over along the way and halt her forward progress. Claire saw that she’d accidentally toppled over the plus-sized bag of dog food she fed the strays with, and her attention soon became fixed on the mess of kibble on the kitchen floor. Its meaty smell overcame her being, and Claire’s nose even restructured itself on her face as if to let her experience the aromatic euphoria more poignantly. Claire still had enough sense to know not to eat it right there off the floor but found she couldn’t afford to divert her attention off of the scattered dog food pellets for even a second regardless.

In this stupor, Claire failed to notice her tongue had grown long enough to occasionally lap at her nose, which had changed so drastically in shape that she found herself panting almost constantly to achieve proper airflow. Drooling was an even more uncontrollable process for Claire, but she no longer tried to prevent it from falling — that was a needless amount of effort. Instead, Claire’s slobbering simply formed a growing pool of saliva on the ground.

Her fixation on the spilled kibble did not, however, ultimately end with her indulging her hunger, as Claire decided to just return to the PETFriendly app, suddenly finding walking to be a more strenuous activity as she plodded back.

She hadn’t yet reached her phone when the urge to urinate made itself known. Even though some part of her was fully aware that she really should know better, Claire resolved this issue immediately by removing her clothes and peeing on the linoleum floor. The relief was immensely pleasurable, and she quickly wrapped up doing her business in order to return to the app





APPEARANCE

The easiest part to enter was fur color, as she preferred the traditional English Bulldog coloration, but Claire struggled to think of anything else worth specifying. The time she was spending on this segment gave enough time for a coat of white and tan fur to fully cover her body, the added body heat ensuring that Clair taking loud, steamy breaths was the only way to remain temperate.



It was almost as if the software could tell that Claire was taking a long time to think of something, as it soon recommended a package whose name Claire thought sounded agreeable to her efforts up to that point. She complied and opted to end the manual registration of details, letting something called AutoFill take care of the rest of out laziness. Mere seconds after her decision, Claire clutched her head as changes violently began to rock her body. Casting a glance at what her phone displayed, she saw what all she’d agreed to:

PACKAGE: “Undesirable Bulldog Features”

Gnarled, yellow teeth and nails



Tongue always stuck out



Putrid odor and breath



Large underbite



Matted, oily fur





FINAL READING

Species: Dog

(Breed: English Bulldog)

Name: Diamond

(Gender: Female)

Personality: Gluttonous, Unhygienic, Non-Housebroken, Ugly

Appearance: Light-brown coat, white belly

(User opted for the package: “Undesirable Bulldog Features”)

*Relative Intelligence: 1/10

Mental Awareness: Off

(Default setting, please go to User Preferences before ending manual entry in order to change it!)





* determined by Autofill





Thank you for using our experimental service! We hope you’re able to spend more time with your furry, scaly, or feathery friend with your new form. Well wishes from PETFriendly!

Her psyche fractured, and she soon found the word “Claire” to be nothing but a meaningless sound now. In a final action that sealed the former human’s fate, she quickly clung to a new name to go by, the one she’d chosen herself: Diamond.

Diamond ceased grabbing her jowls with her hands after feeling her teeth throb inside of her mouth, about to undergo some alteration. A thick, yellow layer of tar slowly coated each of Diamond’s teeth, and the resulting stench was made worse by her gums somehow accumulating a year’s buildup of old food in the blink of an eye. Diamond let out a canine-sounding yelp as her bottom incisors pushed painfully outward and formed a hideous underbite that made attempting to keep saliva in her mouth a laughable endeavor.

Running her tongue over her once orderly uniform array of teeth, Diamond could feel how sharply some of them had jutted and twisted in unruly directions. It wasn’t long until the effects of Diamond’s transformation affected her tongue as well, as there was soon simply too much mass to the thing to keep it contained within her mouth. No matter what Diamond tried, her tongue only felt comfortable when sticking out haphazardly to the side, giving her an incredibly stupid appearance.

And she certainly felt pretty stupid right about then, as a fog descended over her mind that made the even the simplest kind of complex thinking impossible. Diamond knew only one thing now: eat. She felt the overwhelming desire for food and, with how badly her new teeth ached, Diamond feverishly rushed over to where the dog food had spilled earlier.

While Diamond had been caught up in the changes to her head and face, the rest of her body had undergone significant changes as well. She now stood and ran like a full quadruped, her limbs having become totally suited for a digitigrade animal. Only, the joints in Diamond’s legs felt as though buckled outward, the size of her gut disallowing her legs full movement and restricting the speed at which she could run as a result.

Her fur had a greasy, oily texture to it which, coupled with dried mud and feces that had inexplicably materialized on her, soon helped permeate the room with the rancid odor of canine filth. Diamond didn’t care. At the first sight of the spilled kibble in front of her, all other senses but taste became muted. She happily dove into the pile of food, lapping up the pellets with an enormous tongue that carried a layer of dirt and grime from the linoleum floor with it. Again, Diamond didn’t care — it still tasted unbelievable.

In her frenzied eating, Diamond’s jowls seemed to loosen even further, and she felt like she was packing on more weight with every pellet. When the last of the loose pellets had been eaten, Diamond turned her attention to the other half of her meal still in the bag. She reared back a gangly, gnarled claw and tore the packaging open, sticking her entire head in the heap of the delicious pork and beef kibble.

Diamond paused. She was made keenly aware by the pulsation of her rear that she had to defecate, and, after the pissing incident, a part of her overwhelmingly dissented her just dumping the load on the floor yet again. What felt like another version of herself was clearly in contention of what she was doing, and Diamond could vaguely remember some foggy details of what brought her into this situation. If her goal as Claire was to find the ugliest, most undesirable bulldog in the city, then Diamond made it clear by ignoring her mental protests and letting nature take its excretory course that shethat dog, thanks to the PETFriendly services creating yet another happy customer.