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“Weird… uniform, but alright.” Vi’s face was painted beet red as she stepped out onto the street, wearing a fine coat, post-office cap, and… a big, pink pet collar. “Let’s hope that this new job is worth it…”


The interview process had been rather quick, and after a long series of failed job hunting she was surprised to see a company so happy to have her. For the past few months she had spent her nights sadly curled up in bed, wondering if she’d ever find a career that fit her… and well, at least that collar was her size.


Her few encounters with wire muzzles and fuzzy chokers were exclusively by herself, and none of her past partners had a clue… since it would probably only creep them out. Though Vi was passively interested in petplay antics, she had only indulged that pleasure online, and kept a hidden portfolio of cute drawings, but now…


That piece of plastic, tightly hugging her throat, was her most noticeable feature. Instead of the job attire coming with a nametag, her collar was adorned with a bone-shaped tag labelling her as -Violet: Puppy-. The other side of it was engraved -Return to…- along with the address of the shop.


She had asked why the potion manufacturers wanted her to wear such a demeaning thing, but even in these modern times it seemed that those witches loved being cryptic and mysterious. They let her go with a “You’ll see!”, which wasn’t the type of assurance Vi wanted for her first day of work, especially when potentially dangerous magical stuff was involved.


Either way… it would be only 9 locations! And she wouldn’t even need to drive a car! Just a couple of hours pulling a wagon, and she would earn her paycheck. That was a big relief for someone who had seeked work for so long, slowly seeing her savings shrink!


Though that collar was meant to be worn by pets, there was something weirdly comfortable in its warmth. This job finally gave her a sense of purpose in making others happy! Each of the clients were excited for their packages, and she would get to help fulfill their dreams! The “puppy” classification was probably just some playful sorting system for the company to organize its workers… they were witches, after all! They love their familiars…


A series of clinking noises came from the vials as she scaled the first driveway, and she constantly peaked backwards, heart pounding with the fear of someone noticing her like that. Vi was more attentive of the random strangers on the sidewalks than keeping track of the addresses, as if she was the main attraction on the streets. At some point she lost focus and the wagon started to wobble, nearly tipping over and destroying all those valuable magic items.


“Come on, Vi…” The anxious girl winced and pulled her shirt up a bit, trying to cover her neck, shy about walking up to someone’s door like this. “These clients are total furries! There’s no reason to be shy around them. They didn’t even order the discreet packaging…” And she rang the doorbell.


Another girl, shorter than Vi, opened the door with a shy peek. That apprehension dissolved as she saw the wagon, and inside of it the shimmering equine potion with her name on it.


“Oh! Thank you thank you thank you!” She hopped up and down with bright eyes, scribbling down her signature on Vi’s clipboard. As she received the delivery, that ecstatic customer held onto its glass base with both hands, wiggling as if she already had a tail. “I’ve been waiting all week for this… even found a pretty field to prance my hooves through! It’s going to be so fun to feel the air in my mane!”


“It’s our pleasure to help make your wildest fantasies a reality.” Vi warmly smiled at her, honestly refreshed to see someone so open and proud about their unusual interests… which was not a level of confidence she reserved for herself.


“Oh, and cute collar by the way!” The horse-loving-girl giggled as she leaned closer to read Vi’s title. “You’re an adorable... puppy! I sure hope one of these vials is for you! I would love to see you in your proper form...”


“I…” Vi reddened up and stammered. “Um… thank you… i-it’s just part of the uniform though… I’m not actually into being transformed.”


“Aww, well... I hope you enjoy your walkies anyway! Cheers!”


“S-Seeya…” Vi mumbled nervously as the door was closed. That was her first delivery and she was already burning from embarrassment… She was resisting the urge to scream and cover her face. The collared girl was seriously starting to reconsider her choices.


The anxiety was making her sweat. She scratched behind her ears vigorously, battling a suddenly unbearable itch as she hauled her wagon past that house. Running her fingers through her hair, she turned back one last time, and whispered to the wind:


“D-Do you really think I’m cute?”

---

Passing through the next few delivery spots, her flustered brain continuously replayed that girl’s comments. It made her kick her leg and start daydreaming about the times she was alone in her room, dressing up as a submissive pet and admiring her blushing reflection. Whenever she posed like that, there was always a shy voice in her head that wanted to snap some photos of herself, but she never had the courage. What if her friends somehow found them, and thought she was a freak? She would never be able to appear in public again if people began to call her doggy-girl, pet-girl or ask her “where is your owner?”


But now those thoughts were returning… silently begging for another stranger to comment on her collar. Being ordered to wear that silly uniform gave her an excuse to look “petlike” in public without being called a deviant.


Thankfully, the clients at houses 2, 3, and 4 were either too shy to make a comment on Vi’s appearance, or too preoccupied with their own excitement. The second client had already popped open the cap, and started drinking their sex swap potion before closing the door, giving the delivery-girl a chance to see the changes in real time, with her eyes wide open.


The dude who accepted the third delivery was confused as to why an elasticity booster was sent to his house, until in the background his girlfriend yelled out “Oh I ordered that to try on you tonight~ You’ll be totally ‘pumped’ for it!” After that, the boy’s face reddened as he politely waved Vi away.


At the fourth door, that itch returned, now even more unbearable as it ravaged Vi’s entire body. She had to apologize for scratching her wrists during the conversation with the client. Even more strangely, though she had shaved just a couple of days ago, her arms were covered with cocoa coloured hairs, soft to the touch and shining in the light. On top of that, her ears had elongated and developed patches of fur too. As she made her way to the fifth house, they swung back and forth with each step…


Vi would have screamed if she wasn’t so distracted with how good it felt to scratch those things, and floop them up and down, distorting the sound of the wind in silly ways! Her nails even became more pointed to better ruffle through that fur! Each patch of fluff sprouting from her body demanded she itch!


Something was clearly wrong, but… for now, Vi attempted to ignore it and continue through the neighbourhood, clawing at herself and smiling. Maybe it was just some weird allergy making her hairs pronounce themselves more…


“Oh, why thank you, sweetie!” The customer greeted her at the fifth residence. This woman seemed like she had already been sipping on TF concoctions, as she was coated with purple fluff from head to tail.


“J-Just doing my job…” Vi smiled…


...but cringed as a sudden sensation pushed against her tailbone. She kicked her leg and wiggled, struggling to maintain her composure it swelled, spine growing longer and pushing over her thighs. A little, sensitive, extra-fluffy bump formed right above her ass, producing a bulge in her pants. What the heck was happening to her now?


“You look like you really need to relax after delivering all these bottles.”


“I… I… am good...” The dog-girl squirmed as that tiny lump forced itself through her skin. As she attempted to talk, it would give another firm thrust out of her body, soon a long, fat appendage curled around the inside of her clothing uncomfortably. It was sprouting so rapidly that she couldn’t duck away from the concerned client… “No, n-no no no…”


“Is something wrong, lil pup?”


“Ffff… ugh… I’m not a p-pup! I-It’s just part of the uniform! I-I don’t…”


It extended another few inches and put a lot of pressure in her pants. Their elastic stretched out as that thing ran down one of her legs. It rubbed against the seat of her panties tantalizingly until…


RRRRRRIPPPPPP! Her stuttering was cut off as a large hole was torn through the back of her pants, allowing that freshly-grown body part to breathe. It flopped through the newly-produced gap, a relief after being smothered under all that fabric…


Behind the confused girl, a tail curved way up into the air, now over a meter long. Its entire length was coated with huggable fuzz, and she winced as it flopped down onto the ground with a fwoomph sound.


“There you go, cutie…” The client put her paw on Vi’s cap, and scritched behind her big dog ears.


Vi wanted to panic, but… as that customer’s big claws satisfied her itch in a way her own paws were unable to, her new tail swished back and forth, and the air ran through its thick, warm fluff. She closed her eyes, basking in the sensation of its movement, like a giant feather duster attached to her butt. She even nuzzled against the other furry’s hand, and found a series of vibrations coming from her throat, producing a low purring noise. A rope of drool seeped from her mouth…


“I… I… AAAAAAA!” As Vi finally snapped back to her senses and pulled away, her eyes were full of bewildered tears. What the hell just happened!? Why did she have a tail now!? She squirmed just to get a good glance at that big ol’ brush.


Even though her uniform had a hole torn through it, the folds were perfectly cut, as if her pants were always designed anticipating a giant dog tail to poke its way through. At that point she noticed that her delivery cap had a pair of slits too… perfect for a pair of floppy dog ears…


“What’s wrong, little fluffer?” The fifth customer smiled down at the confused girl, whose eyes were now glued to her butt. “I think that you’re turning out to be absolutely adorable!”


Those teases overwhelmed the poor dog-girl’s mind, and she swerved around to flee, but the woman took advantage of that opportunity. Right as Vi turned her butt to the customer, the hand that had just been scratching her ears now ran down the length of that spinal extension. Those fingers explored all her new patches of fluff, clearing out any tangles…


The girl struggled to not sink back into that submissive mindset and drool again, as having that fur brushed was a heavenly experience. With all the new joints and muscles she had gained, an embarrassing part of her was eager to try them out… to wrap her arms around her own tail in the warmest self-hug ever…


“There’s your tip, little delivery girl!” That purple-furred woman giggled to her as she gripped her tail with both paws. “Such a good girl, happy to hand out all these potions to earn belly rubs from us…”


“I’m… I have t-to go, sorry!” With a yip, the embarrassed girl forced herself to pull away, leading her wagon down the driveway. “E-Enjoy your delivery! Contact us if there’s any issue!”


“Have fun out there! Wag that tail proudly!”


The door was closed behind Vi, and she sat on the floor, curling in a ball and burying her red face in that big tail. The smell of her own fur was sweet, like a house pet who had recently taken a bath… and the way it brushed against her face was so… so...


When she finally looked again at her surroundings, the entire world seemed larger around her, or… actually… had she gotten smaller!? Even after standing up, the doorknob that used to be at the height of her belly was now closer to her chin.


The only thing that had shrunk along with Vi was her uniform, which stayed perfectly snug. She much more resembled a furry girl scout now than a professional deliverwoman… and it felt weird to have her fur matted down by those clothes…


“W-What the heck!?” With a crack in her voice, the shrunken, chubby puppy dug through her wagon, looking for the guidelines that she had just barely skimmed over before beginning her shift. If she was transforming, it had to mean…


-Included in today’s uniform:
TF collar: Puppy
Special Attributes: Speech retention, adaptive clothing-


They had put her in a… transformation collar!? She absolutely had not signed up for product advertising! When the apprentice that interviewed the girl had asked for a list of her favourite animals, Vi assumed it was just some sort of ice breaker! She didn’t want to parade through the neighbourhood covered in fur and with this big stupid tail behind her! Hopefully those changes would make her unrecognizable soon, so she didn’t risk crossing paths with one of her friends in that state.


As she crumpled up the paper, Vi couldn’t help but notice the dark, squishy pads on each of her palms, plus how each hand was reduced to four stubby fingers. If her clothes hadn’t changed size, her sleeves would have over a foot of slack. She was so small that she probably could be pulled around in that wagon herself...


Vi let out a frustrated sigh just looking at herself. She would need to talk with her managers about this getup…


But for now… there were four more houses to visit. She wouldn’t let some silly enchanted item stop her from completing her first day of work…

---

After that point, the collared girl, barely 4 feet tall and bearing a large, fluffy feather duster behind her, would not be spared the awws and teases from anyone who came her way. When her paws got too annoying to grip the wagon’s handle, she resorted to pulling it with her large tail, which certainly didn’t help against the giggling from random strangers.


“Look at the puppygirl out on her walk!”
“I wonder where her owner is…”


The reddening on Vi’s face was equal parts from embarrassment and anger. She was furious that she was seen as an animal that people claim as property, force to eat off the ground, and constantly shower in nonconsensual physical contact, but… being physically marked with the -puppy- role made her so much less scared of her private interests. There was nothing for her to do about the way people saw her, so why complain? There were tons of people who enjoyed being transformed, as shown by the fact that so many had ordered these potions…


As she pondered that, she was beginning to have trouble walking on two legs. Her squishy paw pads made tapping sounds with each step, and even though she was covered up, pulling the wagon with her tail felt like showing her butt to the entire world! Plus she wasn’t used to having ears that swayed in the wind… agh! What was meant to be a simple walk through the neighborhood was now a constant barrage of new sensations… Some of which were guiltily pleasuring.


At the sixth house, the resident offered her a tennis ball to chew on, which she denied with reddened, furry cheeks. It didn’t help that by that point, her nose had morphed into a dog sniffer… and her mouth would slowly push its way into a little snout as she tried to ask for a signature, resulting in some unintentional “woofs” and “arfs.”


When she was about to leave that house, the furry girl shook her head in denial as she saw a group of her friends walking down the sidewalk, and blushed just at the thought of them seeing her as an anthropomorphic canine. She wasn’t one bit ready to start making excuses, so the best option was to disappear.


Her big eyes traced the yard for a place to hide, knowing that she couldn’t outrun them with the cart, and she ended up instinctively ducking into the only place that would fit her… a neighbour’s dog house.


It was dark and crammed, but Vi was just glad to have not found another dog sleeping there. She ended up not being able to stuff her whole body in there, with that large tail sticking out. As she whimpered inside of that little house, like the helpless mutt she was becoming, she had to curl her torso up, with her new wet muzzle sniffing at her crotch…


“Aww! Look at the doggy’s tail!” One of her friends would say as they passed.


“Please don’t look, please don’t look…” Vi quietly mumbled to herself , using her big tail to hide that she was wearing clothes, yet they all stared at her butt anyways. A mutt in a uniform would surely grab their attention, and they would certainly recognize her voice in combination with her name…


“Think we can pet her?”
“Eh, she might have fleas.”


The girl ended up waiting there for a few minutes after the group passed by. It was safe and warm in that dog house… though she was a bit sad that they hadn’t stuck around to tease her some more. For some reason, something in her couldn’t stop imagining all those girls gathering around her, petting her head and treating her like a...


That thought was cut off as the owner of the house walked up, and curiously dragged her out of the house by the tail. She looked up at them with a blush, receiving a confused look as if that person had found a stray. After a long series of apologies, Vi continued on her way…


At the seventh client, she had to resist the urge to flop her tongue out after each sentence. All that walking had made her tired, and she found herself panting and drooling whenever she didn’t focus. Her tongue was heavier inside of that muzzle, and it was hard to cool off without letting it go down her chin… like an actual dog. She looked like she was begging for a chew toy…


“I hope you didn’t leave any bite marks on those bottles, silly little pup!” The customer smirked at her.


“I-I’m not an actual dog, I just look like one!” Vi crossed her arms.


“Your collar says different…” They giggled as she turned to leave. “Careful not to stumble into any places with leash laws! You might end up taken to the pound!”


“D-Don’t make me bite you!” And she stomped off with a pout.


Nobody teased her at the eighth house, but by that point she was under a meter tall, and had to jump to reach the doorbell. Vi was starting to resemble less of an anthropomorphic dog and more of a regular house pet. The bobcat potion almost slipped right through her fuzzy paws too, as she tried to hand it over to the other person.


“Are you alright there?” The second-to-last customer nervously smiled at her, noticing that she was leaning on the walls as her legs wobbled. “You look like you’re having trouble standing…”


“I-I’m fine… just… a bit tired.” Vi winced as her muscles shifted, and before long she needed to keep both of her front paws squishing against the wall in order to prop herself up. Her legs dwindled in length, and her spine constantly tried to shift her into a quadruped state. “E-Enjoy your ‘camping’ trip!”


The client was not convinced, but shrugged and let her go.


“Just… one more… house… woof…”


Vi tried her hardest to hobble along on her way to the 9th delivery spot, but her joints stiffened, forcing her to waddle. Between the heavy tail and tubby legs, maintaining balance was a complete chore. She stumbled down the street, tongue panting and ears pinned back…


The shrunken girl barely even made it halfway to the final house before tripping and rolling into a patch of grass. She failed to even catch herself on her front paws and only laid there, on her belly, stars orbiting around her head in a daze. By that point there was little use in fighting it… she was a puppy now, and dogs don’t walk on two legs.


From there, the girl walked down the street on all fours, hanging her head. She was surrounded by constant giggles, and even Vi couldn’t deny that the sight was absolutely absurd! There she was, a hound holding the wagon’s handle in her mouth, wearing a tiny delivery uniform that looked like it was designed for a doll to wear.


She wished people would all think she was merely a well-trained dog doing deliveries in a uniform, but given the mainstream applications of magic in society, most pedestrians saw her for what she truly was… a transformed human. Random strangers could look at her and assume that she consented to a job where she spends her time as a mutt…


“Can we pet you?” A group of humans, who now towered over her little body, asked. She had to raise her head as far as she could just to face them.


“I… I… arf…” Vi sighed, looking back at her big tail. If she was already going to be the main attraction of the entire neighbourhood, it didn’t seem much of a downside. She wasn’t used to this much attention. Whenever she wore her choker in private, she secretly wished that she had a partner around to caress her head like she really was a cute mutt, and now she quite literally had become a loyal dog! “F-Fine… but… make it quick! I have a delivery to make!”


She couldn’t help but pant in excitement as the strangers knelt down and scratched her ears, lifting them up to relieve that itch in an intoxicating way. The dog closed her eyes and kicked her leg rapidly, trying to push away her shame just for this second…


“Woof… arf arf!” Even though she was perfectly capable of using her human voice, the girl yipped out the cutest doggy sounds she had ever heard. “Awoooooooo!” Vi was proud to be barking so adorably! That was her first change to completely dive into that weird submissive desire, and it felt wonderful!


Vi flopped onto her back, inviting them to start rubbing her belly, instantly forgetting that she told herself to hurry on towards the next house. As they gently scritched that thick fur, her tail wagged with untainted happiness…


In that moment, all of the discomfort washed from Vi’s mind, and all she thought about was each compliment doted upon her. Not about how desperate had been to finally get a job, not about being considered a deviant for being into petplay, just listening when all those kind humans told her what a cute doggy she was… Vi was a good pup… and things would be okay… As a little puppy, life was a lot simpler…


“Okay, guys! Let her finish her job!” One of them eventually said, and Vi sadly nodded, rolling over and grabbing the handle in her mouth, wishing those caresses had lasted longer. People slowly dispersed, mumbling amongst themselves that they hoped the dog deliverygirl would visit their neighbourhood again. Some even considered buying something just to see her again… she was good at selling those potions, it seemed.


With determination, the dog marched ahead towards the final house, and lugged her wagon up a long driveway. She tapped her nails on the door, like a pet begging to come inside for food…


Scritch… scritch…


A couple opened the door, to find a puppy wagging her tail. They each wore dog-eared headbands on their heads.


“D-Delivery!” Vi barked with a happy tail, trying to put her charisma over her embarrassment.


“AWWWW!”
“Look at you! Poor thing walking without an owner! Let’s get you inside!”


“I-I’m okay… canf you pleasfe sign?” The puppy awkwardly grabbed the clipboard from her wagon, using her mouth. She was glad that this was the final customer, because her dog slobber would definitely ruin the signature list.


“Oh of course! We just didn’t think they had former humans delivering the vials themselves!”
“Can we get a picture with you? You’re just so dang cute in those little clothes!”


“I-I’m not...” Vi cutely pouted, but then… pinned her ears back, while panting her tongue. “...o-okay, fine. One picture… and text it to me later.”

---

Vi had been curious why the uniform came with the information to alert another company worker, but now that she needed an antidote to this cursed collar’s effects, she understood the purpose. After making the call that “your puppy is ready to be picked up,” the final customers were kind enough to let her stay in their house for the wait.


“A-Are you sure it’s fine if I rest in your guys’ dog bed?” Vi blushed after they offered her the warm cushion to sleep on.


“Oh it’s fine! We have a spare, and we’re not going to drink the potion until later tonight anyway, when it gets cold out. This time of year is perfect to snuggle as a pair of huskies!”


She found that a bit of drool would inevitably come drooping from her mouth whenever she lost focus, and in order to avoid slobbering all over the place, the girl had to settle for keeping a toy bone in her maw. It was embarrassing, but always having something to chew on was weirdly nice, and she almost wanted those humans to toss the toy for her to go running after it… but she didn’t have the guts to ask!


They also poured her a bowl of kibble, without even asking beforehand if she would like to eat from the floor. Vi politely declined... but would find that her belly was famished after walking all day! It was gurgling so loudly that she couldn’t hear herself think.


After a matter of minutes, the disturbingly-good smell of the dog food managed to lure her back, salivating rivers of drool, and she forced small bites down her throat. Even though she told herself that she would only try a couple mouthfuls for the full dog experience, at some point she went for another munch and found she had emptied the entire bowl… leaving her with a particularly chubby belly. She had planned on getting dinner on the way back to the facility, but now she felt full for days!


After that point, Vi was so stuffed that she passed out in the little dog bed, with the customers scratching her ears as she dozed off…


Minutes later, the other delivery person politely picked up Vi, not using any pet names or teasing. The level of respect was unexpected, especially after how the puppy had accidentally wet the cushion in her sleep. She wondered if every worker at the company had gone through this same exact ritual, and understood the embarrassment.


“Lift your neck, please.” That girl smiled, and as Vi obeyed… a leash was clipped onto her collar. She was gently pulled along down the street, beside her wagon.


“I know the way back to work, you know...” She mumbled… glad that she already did her business at the house, and wouldn’t need to relieve herself in the streets. Her uniform was soaked now, though. “I don’t need a leash!”


“But do you want one?” The other one smiled back at her, as if reading her thoughts.


“...” Vi quietly slumped her tail. “S-Shush...”


“Of course, newbie. How was your first shift?” Her cute coworker smiled as she pulled her along. At this point Vi noticed that they were wearing a collar as well, labeled -Mabel: Kitty-.


“N-Not… how I expected.” Vi pouted a bit, looking at her snout and wet puppy nose, squishing her paw pads into the sidewalk. “I-I didn’t exactly anticipate a tail bursting from my pants, or hauling the wagon with my mouth…”


“Oh, that’s what they all say… don’t worry, you’ll get used to it!”


“W-When…” Vi bit her lip. “...am I going to b-be normal again?”


“The effects of those collars wear off after about six hours, and you’ll be wearing another one for work tomorrow! Every day you’re assigned a new species, except for Fridays when you can just pick your favourite. For now, relax and enjoy having no responsibilities!”


“I…” Really? Vi would be spending a large portion of her time as an animal now? She flashed back to the wide variety of animal TF potions she had delivered today, knowing very well how many different forms the company could decide to give her.


Getting used to walking on paws, or hooves, or flying as a bird wasn’t exactly a skill she planned to gain with this occupation… and it would certainly make it awkward to explain to friends how her new career is going, if every work photo resembles the snapshots of a pet show. She wasn't even sure how to put that in her resume.


“Once we get back to the potion shop, you can join the rest of us on the playground, rolling around and fetching sticks. We can even extend the duration of your collar so that you can be a happy pet until tomorrow! Did you know we have a big cuddle pile for employees to sleep in too?”


“P-Playground!?” Vi immediately denied that, shaking her head. The company had already turned her into a mutt without telling her, and now they offered to keep her like this for even longer? “I… I don’t want to spend my time surrounded by actual dogs…”


“Even if they’re all your co-workers? Wouldn’t you enjoy some happy hour after work?” Mabel smirked down at her, fidgeting with the bell on her own collar. “I can even hop into my kitty form and give you a tour of the entire place. Show you all the best snuggle spots, introduce you to your fellow puppies… meow! Hehe~”


“...” Vi’s face burnt up at that idea. She had never been super interested in the idea of an ‘employee lounge,’ but if it meant some free time to forget her responsibilities and act like a pet…


“Come on, Violet…” Her leash holder giggled. “I could tell how happy you were, chewing on that bone. Wouldn’t it feel nice to have a proper toy squeaking in your mouth, to nuzzle up against someone’s legs so that they can make you fetch it? Don’t you want to meet all the other pups that spend their time there, licking each other’s faces or even going on walks together? Haven’t you always wanted a place to be your true self without anyone judging you?”


“...I-I suppose that a guide wouldn’t hurt…” The furry pup mumbled, acting only mildly interested even though the swish of her tail divulged the truth. Having that rope attached to her neck, leading her ahead made her feel so happy and safe, as if someone truly cared about her… and her new muzzle begged to bring back a fetched stick...


That had been the most strange first day of work… but it was also the best day of work she ever had! Not only could she help others realize their fantasies, but she would also have her own desires fulfilled as well! Free TF potions!


...not only was she eager to join the other former humans on the playground, but she was also excited to deliver again the next day.