Jemma was covered head to toe in short lightbrown fur, offset from the darker brown of the long hair on her head by several shades, allthough there were thicker tufts of hair her original colour around her collar and the tops of her breasts, here wrists and ankles.
Speaking of breasts, Jemma had previously been bottom heavy, she certainly wasn't small, at C-cups, but they were nothing compared to her curvy hips and dumptruck ass. Now her breasts had caught up at G-cups, which would've made her an hourglass, except that she had 4 more G-cup breasts directly beneath the original pair.
Her toes, like her fingers, hand gotten stubbier, and when she lifted them, they too had pads on them. A long bushy tail stuck out through the curtain of her butt length hair, sharing it's colour.
Her face had pushed out into a muzzle, while floppy ears poked out through her hair.
As soon as she laid eyes on it she realized it was the collar that did this; the odd symptoms after their sessions, it had been trying to turn her into this all these months, she just hadn't worn it long enough. Immediately it occurred to her that the beginnings of her new nipples, for clearly that's what it had been, faded away when she removed the collar, and instantly went to do so, only to hit a problem; her new stubby fingers couldn't undo the clasp, she couldn't remove it!
She also couldn't leave the house, she was a freak! Worse, she favored tight fighting clothes, so nothing she wore would fit her new G-Cup dog-girl body (to say nothing of trying to pull pants over her tail) so if she did leave she'd bee butt naked. She stared at her reflection and...
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Said "What am I gonna do?" And immediately gave a sigh of relief, she could still talk, if she could dial a phone with her new useless fingers, she could call Clyde and he could come back and remove the collar.
Let out a frightened whine, and then immediately another one, she couldn't speak! Her transformation had stolen her voice; this meant that she'd have to use her useless paws to type a message to Clyde!
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