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          Francine, mother of two, beautiful wife, and happily married over twenty years. Despite her age, a beautiful minx or fox might be how some describe her. Of course she was now in her forties and could no longer compare to her youthful self. Despite this she still remained in good shape. Her son who was nineteen was currently away at college, and her daughter was as well. Her daughter looked much like a younger version of herself; of course she had just entered college.

          Today like many before it, started with Francine checking her accounts. As the head of a real estate firm, it was her task to setup real estate agents to their corresponding sectors. Also the management of staff as well as many other tasks fell on her. Of course she delegated a lot of the work and in the end settled the accounts before her breakfast was done cooking.

          Sitting down at the table, a plate of eggs over easy sitting on rye bread with a side of sausage awaited her. Wafting delicious smells, Francine couldn’t help salivate as she grabbed her fork and knife. As she was eating her dog Lucky was wagging his tail in front of the door.

          Finishing her last few bites of breakfast, Francine put on a light hood jacket which went great with her tight jogging pants. “Come on Lucky, time for a run.”

          Although the circumstances were good when Lucky the dog was first adopted by the family, you could say it was coincidently a curse as well. For this morning would be a morning that Francine would never forget.

          Running through the neighborhood for a good hour had bathed Francine in a good amount of sweat, further it was already nearly nine o clock. Oddly enough she had come across a pile of change on the side of the road. While she was by no means poor, she instinctively grabbed it. Walking back into the house, Francine hung up her dog Lucky’s leash on the wall. She needed a drink to replenish her body from all her perspiration. So apparently did her dog, who was happily lapping away at water from her bowl.

          Luckily she had carbonated bottled mineral spirit water in the fridge. Grabbing a hold the refrigerator latch door, she opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle. Fidgeting with the bottle in her hand, she couldn’t get the screw cap off the bottle. Reaching into her pocket, she tried prying the cap off with a dime from her pocket. Bending I half she got irritated and reached for another coin from her jogging pants, as she did so a few coins fell on the floor as she managed to grab one from her pocket. Just as she did so her dog Lucky started jumping up on her from behind.

          It was so obvious to her, her dumb dog, had drunk far too much water and already needed to go back out. “What a pain” she thought. Setting down the water bottle, despite her own thirst, she grabbed her dog by the scruff of the neck into the air. Still fidgeting with the penny in her right hand, she went to reprimand her dog. “Lucky!”

          In an instant Francine world became rather confusing, one moment she had been reprimanding her dog, then she was… Well it took her a second to figure it out.

          First the penny that had been originally in her hand fell inside the fridge as the door shut. Then the dog known as lucky fell on to the floor in a most confusing manner. That was of course because the penny that had been in Francine hand was cursed. A magically penny as it were.

          When Francine attempted to speak she barked multiple times loudly like a dog. She had tunnel vision as if she was as small as a toddler. And in the stainless steel reflection of her fridge was the image of her pet dog instead of her normal self. To put it simply, Francine was terrified and started screaming.

          As it so happened, Francine’s husband Anthony had today to sleep in. Being woke up by his dumb dogs barking; let’s say it got him a bit angry. He never really cared much for the dog anyways. Further he had awoken in a hungry state.

          Walking down the stairs he yelled at the dog, and for his wife Francine who was surprisingly absent. “Must still be out jogging” Anthony thought to himself. The dog continued to bark and protest as Anthony grabbed the dog by its collar and put inside a small kennel by the door across from the refrigerator in the kitchen.

          Francine was shocked by how Anthony had ignored her cries of help and instead forced inside the cramped uncomfortable kennel. Further her bladder felt like it was nearly ready to explode in this confined small space.

          Anthony opened the fridge and looked around inside of it. There weren’t that many snacks, but one caught his eye. Inside a jar was a large nine inch pickle. It was the last one and somehow Anthony felt like it would be the perfect snack. Atop the lid lied a penny. “Odd” he thought until he saw some loose change on the floor. Opening the lid of the pickle jar, he reached into the jar to grab the pickle. Just as he grabbed around the pickle, the dumb dog started to bark again as it clawed at the kennel door.

          Even though there was no way the dog could damage or break free from the kennel, on instinct he yelled the dogs name. Thus the cursed penny’s power was once again, invoked.

          As Francine clawed and yelled at the kennel door to get her husband’s attention, he disappeared. Well to be precise it almost seemed like the pickle and him had merged for a brief second. The pickle slid back into the jar, and soon after the refrigerator door shut. But it was at this time Francine noticed that mysterious penny fall to the floor and roll just out of her reach.

          It was the same one she had been holding, was there some sort of connection? She had to know, but at this rate she might never find out. She was trapped in a cage. She continued to stare at that penny for hours.

***

          The time was noon, this early fall weather was rather pleasant. Jennifer being her mother’s daughter had failed to mention she would be coming home this weekend. She was hardly into her first semester at college and was already coming home. Of course she had a reason, a particularly good one. She had forgotten some of her textbooks she had bought for school at the house. Why hadn’t she picked them up sooner? She had been sharing textbooks with another student named Josh. Josh had let her use his book for the first few weeks of classes. Of course when they had struck up a relationship, it didn’t fare so well, and in the end, she was both left lonely and sexually unsatisfied. Of course this also left her without a textbook to use for class. Hence her sudden trip home to retrieve her own textbook.

          Pulling into driveway she noticed that her parent’s car was still here. “Great” she said as she was hoping to surprise them. Opening the front door with her key, she immediately noticed the darkness of the house. It was readily apparent no one was home. Still she called for her parents and was greeted with silence.

          Francine was at her limit, her bladder wanted to leak everywhere, yet she continued to hold it in. The kennel was small, and her new acute sense of smell was fascinating to say the least. The last thing she wanted at this point was to be trapped in a horrendous smelling cage. Then she heard a most surprising voice, her daughter Jennifer. Barking loudly she cried for help.

          Jennifer walked into the kitchen and saw her mom’s annoying dog Lucky barking up a storm. “I guess mom and dad really are out of the house” Jenifer accounted to herself. Checking the calendar on the wall, it seemed that her parent should both be at work. Still it seemed odd to her the car was still here. Of course she excused it in her head by thinking such thoughts as, “my parents sometimes car pool and such.”

          Walking over to the kennel, Jennifer wanted to vent. She was frustrated and the only person she could talk to was a dog. Of course Jennifer could have no idea she was venting to her own mother.

          “You know Lucky, I got dumped, and I’m vexed, and can’t seem to do things right at school either.” Jennifer complained. Walking back in forth in front of the cage, Jennifer continued to speak about her frustrations. From questioning her own intelligence to her own self image. Of course there was really no reason for her to be mad at her image. Even now any guy would find a gorgeous girl swaying back and forth in this kitchen to be a knock out. From her long slender legs covered in white stockings, to the navy blue blouse going almost to her knees. Her buttoned up white shirt even had trouble containing her large rounded busts. Her hair came slightly down over her shirt and she was slim and chubby in all the right proportions where needed.

          Her hair was slightly black but with a mix of brown from her father’s genes. Her brown eyes seemed to match her hair almost, her face was not chubby and her smile was large. Honestly any man would have said Josh was a fool.

          Francine went silent as Jennifer made an odd declaration. No it was a crazy declaration, one she couldn’t believe.

          Jennifer was mildly thinking, desiring to vent her frustrations, and then an idea hit her. An impulsive, a nasty, a raunchy idea. “I’m going to do it!” She declared loudly in the kitchen. Walking up to the kennel she whispered to her mom’s dog. “Guess what Lucky. I’m going to masturbate on top of mom and dad’s fancy antique kitchen table.” Giggling she whispered, “It’s our little secret, okay Lucky?”

          Francine watched as her daughter ran up the stairs. She was in shock, speechless, her eyes clouded in disbelief.

          Checking her parents’ bedroom a final time before heading to her own room, Jennifer was satisfied her parents weren’t home. Of course the truth was actually the opposite. Heading into her own room, she quickly bent down next to her bed and pulled out shoebox after shoebox from underneath her bed.

          Slapping herself in the forehead after a short amount of time, she remembered. All her toys were back in her dorm room.”Darn it” she said. Looking around her room in a vain hope she came across nothing. Sitting on her bed she thought for a moment. “Guess I got to go old school.”

          Heading back downstairs empty handed, Jennifer had resolved herself to do this, besides the thought had been getting her horny for the past ten minutes.

          Francine watched as her daughter returned back into the kitchen, thankfully with nothing in her hands. She was able to calm herself slightly thanks to that. Then her daughter proceeded to clear everything off the table including the protective linen.

          Seeing everything was ready, Jennifer just had to find a toy now. Thinking about it for a moment, Jennifer walked over to the fridge. Her parents were health addicts; they always usually kept some produce lying around.  “That could work.” She whispered to herself.

          Anthony had been in the dark for god knows how long. He was cold, yet at the same time he was not really uncomfortable. He had the feeling like he was floating inside a pool. Sure the pool smelt of salt and vinegar and dill, it wasn’t really unpleasant for him. Still he had gotten over his panic long ago and now just wondered where the hell he was and why couldn’t he move an inch. Did he somehow become paralyzed? Then he saw light.

          Jennifer opened the fridge, she couldn’t help but notice the change all over the floor, but she ignored it. Scanning the fridge and opening the drawers, she came across quite a few potential toys. There were rooted onions, carrots, celery, even squash. But none of it really seemed like a good match for her desires. Feeling defeated, she nearly shut the door, thus resigning herself to look for another toy elsewhere. Then she spotted an open large jar, in it sat a pickle, of course the pickle was not as solid as a cucumber, but it would get the job done. Further she loved pickles, so there would be nothing wasted.

          Grabbing the pickle and setting it down on the table, she couldn’t help but notice its sheer size. It was going to be a tight fit for sure. The thing was nearly an inch in diameter and nine inches long. It had a slant to it and was bumpy like a bad summer squash. Its firmness was rather dull, a cucumber would have obviously been better. Taking it into her mouth, she started licking off its vinegar juices as she unbuttoned her shirt.

          A moment ago Anthony had been whisked away by his giant daughter like he was nothing more than a snack for her. Despite his cries of protect and alarm, she paid no mind to him. She was slurping on him like some kind of lollypop. He kept crying as soon as he saw his daughter’s reflection on the stainless steel refrigerator. Namely he saw himself as well.

          Unbeknownst to Jennifer, her mother was holding in her bladder. Inside the cage she could only whimper as she watched her daughter start to climb atop the kitchen table. Her own husband was being slurped on like a snack in her daughter mouth. There was nothing she could do, even that only clue she had was out of her reach.

          Jennifer’s shirt was fully unbuttoned. She threw it off in a hurry. The shirt landed atop the penny in front of the dog’s cage. Slurping on the pickle she bit it slightly as she used both hands to turn her bra around to undo the straps. As the bra came off, two round mounds now had a lot more play and freedom. The bra landed atop the dog cage. Taking her time, Jennifer played with the pickle around the sensitive spots of her tits. Her other hand found its way down to her blouse.

          Lying on her back, the blouse was kicked off easily, and subsequently landed on the floor. Placing the pickle on her abs, right between her belly button and two large round mounds, Jennifer started slowly pulling off her white stockings and similarly laced white panties. The panties had already become quite damp, tossing them aside; they headed straight for a certain cage.

          Francine’s poor nose was assaulted when a white wet set of panties flew right through the gap between the bars of her cage right onto her small nose. The smell was perhaps the most overpowering one she had ever encountered. It surprised her so much, she could only cry inside as she wet herself from shock. Covered in such smells she quickly discarded the wet panties out of the cage with her mouth, it sickened her so much.

          Jennifer was nearly done with the starting play. Her normal pussy lips were always somewhat big and floppy, another genetic hand me down from her parents. Despite being a virgin, when others saw her loose cunt, they couldn’t help but call her a whore or slut. This of course left Jennifer frustrated, further being loose was mostly a curse given the standards of men she had dated. No one seemed to have faith in her. Still her dildo was rather large, even for a puss such as hers. It was still going to be tight, so she first played with her fingers as she sucked the pickle dry of its juices. No need for a vinegary pussy.

          Anthony was in a bit of pain, he had four very small bite marks on himself? Or whatever he was now, his self now seemed to be nothing more than a play thing for his daughter. To say he was both in pain, sickened, scared, and even horrified all at the same time would not be inaccurate. In fact all he could do was pray. Perhaps he might still somehow survive, if he became a pickle, surely there must be a way to change back?

          Spread eagle on top of the antique wooden table, wearing nothing now but a small pair of small ankle high socks on her dainty feet, Jennifer was starting to sit-up as she inserted her toy. Inserting slowly only the tip at first, she continued to work her lips up to the challenge of accepting the large pickle. Working it in further in and out of her she slowly turned onto her side as she played with just how far she could get it the slanted object.

          Having a forty five degree bend was a blessing and a challenge to overcome. Her juices were slowly starting to splash onto the counter top. Further the dog was barking up a storm while she worked the pickle in an out. Slowly it went from two inches, to four and now she was able to take in seven inches. Her soft moans and awws were drowned out by the barking dog. Of course Jennifer paid no heed to her mom’s dumb dog. Rolling around, she stood up on the table with both knees bent as she tried to further reach orgasm as she pushed her toy further and further up her cunt. If one looked closely u could see the pickle was slightly starting to buckle possibly nearly ready to crack.

          Forcing the pickle into her with the table as a ram, she started bucking her hips over the table, each swing of her ass getting closer to the table, forcing the pickle into her further each time. Pretty soon the pickle was only sticking out of her by an inch and was buried the rest of the way into her cunt. Her lips had swelled from the continuous thrusts, and her hands no longer focused on holding the pickle inside her as they played with her clit and tits. She orgasmed and clamped hard on the object within her. The pickle was still going in and out of her until finally the pickle snapped under such pressure. Yet Jennifer was too high on pleasure to notice such a thing.

          She continued to plow the pickle into her, as she did so she felt a second orgasm coming. That’s when she noticed that pickle seeds started seeping out alongside her juices from her cunt. Yet this did not stop her, feeling the inside of her pussy, she pushed on the pickle, ramming it deeper within. She could feel her insides splitting as she pushed. A crunching sound was heard as she had yet another orgasm. Pulling her fingers free, she sat down panting. Slowly she started to pull pieces of pickle from her cunt.

          “That was great.” She panted to herself.  Sweat from her body, vaginal juices, and the remains of pickles were spread out all around the table. It looked like someone had made big chunky relish in her pussy. Slowly she yanked chunk after chunk out from her pussy. It seemed the pickle was still somewhat intact the further in she reached. As she reached the end she was amazed. “Wow I think I got some pickle past the cervix into my womb.” She patted her crotch. “I hope that comes out in the wash.”

          Blissfully Jennifer rolled over onto her stomach. “Well mom and dad will kill me faster then I killed this pickle, if I don’t clean up this mess.” Sticking out her tongue, Jennifer proceeded to eat the leftover remains of the pickle. Normally, this was far to raunchy an act for Jennifer to carry out. However she was still fingering her lose vagina as she ate the tasty pickle. This act was mostly for its mere arousal. Plus she really did love pickles, just like her dad. When she was young, she and her father used to joke how he was Mr. Pickle.

          Finishing the last remaining pickle chunks on the table, as well as her last orgasm, Jennifer got up. Grabbing most of her clothes from around the kitchen table, as well as her panties and bra from around the dog kennel, Jennifer smiled. Taking out her panties she wiped down the table with them before slapping them back on. Placing the linen and table wear atop the table as if nothing ever happened there. “All clean.” Jennifer laughed.

          Heading back to her room Jennifer grabbed her textbook for class. She felt relieved and sexually satisfied. She didn’t even feel Hungary for lunch thanks to that pickle she ate. Fully dressed, Jennifer was about to leave out the door. “Oh.” Jennifer said.

          “Sorry Lucky I didn’t forget about you, Mommy and Daddy seem to be away right now and unfairly locked you in your kennel.” She smiled. The dog had been barking practically nonstop for quite a while now. “Sorry Lucky, but you will have to wait for them to get back to go outside since I’m in a rush, see-ya Lucky!”

          Francine was feeling useless as she had been locked up to witness “That”. But her daughter unlocked her door, and immediately started to head for the kitchen door. Francine gave chase but her daughter close the large door behind her quickly; obviously she didn’t want to let the dog out. Feeling helpless yet gain Francine started to panic as she looked all over for that mysterious penny. As she looked all over the floor she finally spotted behind one of the kitchen tables legs, obviously Jennifer most have kicked it at some point. Hearing the car outside start up, she attempted to claw at the penny but could not reach it. As the car stated to move away from the sound of it, in desperation Francine started licking the floor with her tongue.  It was nasty tasting yet she managed to lick the penny at last.

          Her head spinning she found she was back, she was herself again, and licking the floor next to her dog. Spitting dirt out of her mouth, the penny dropped into her hand. “Anthony.” She said in a panic. Pulling the linen sheet off the table causing antique china to smash on the ground, she looked all over for any signs of a pickle. It was all gone, only the smell of sex remained. Breaking out her cell phone she dialed her daughter, no answer, right to voicemail. “Damn it” She yelled.

          Then a slight shimmer of hope, she remembered what she saw as she was a dog. Looking underneath the table it was still there, the smallest bit of relish on the floor. Then in horror she watched as her dog licked it up right as she laid eyes on it. It was swallowed down faster then her heart sank.

The End

Chapter End Notes:

          As always I congratulate you if you read this far, and I hope you can do me the honor of pointing out any mistakes you saw, or provide me with positive criticism or feedback. Knowing people enjoy my stories can't help but make me want to write more.

          I've been absent in the community for a while, I can't say I like the new layout on the site, I want my old GTSWorld skins back. That said let me know how you liked the story. I can't promise I will deliver more stories on any kind of regular basis, but I will try and release some stuff when I can. Life is tough. But a penny a day keeps the pickles away? Bad pun... And bad pun is bad... :(

          Oh, and by the way, authors on GTSW? Where's The Unaware Transformation Stories! WTUTS!# I challenge other authors to do some please! Since me and few others only seem to rarely do them...

           Thank you,

          EricAFreak

WTUTS!#

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