Puppy clicker

You hold up the little pink bone-shaped clicker, the faint magical shimmer already visible around it. The tall, lean dark-furred anthro stands there with arms crossed, rainbow-tipped ears twitching, blue eyes narrowed in pure amusement.

“Ha! You really think that’s going to work?” she scoffs, fangs flashing. “Cute toy. What, you gonna train me like some dumb pet?” You press the clicker once. Click.

A soft pulse of warm energy washes over her. She blinks, frowning for half a second as a sudden heavy warmth settles low in her belly. Her pants feel just a tiny bit tighter around the hips.

“What… was that?” she mutters, still trying to look tough. “Didn’t feel like anything.” You click again. Click.

This time the warmth spreads faster. Her midsection softens and rounds out noticeably under the red top. Her arms uncross almost on their own, hanging a little looser at her sides. The smirk is still there, but it’s starting to look less confident.

“H-hey… stop that. My stomach feels weird…” A third click. Click.

Her thighs thicken, the fabric of her pants straining. Soft fat begins to spill over the waistband. Her posture relaxes further; the sharp, arrogant tilt of her head softens into something more open and dazed. A faint pink flush appears across her muzzle.

“Nngh… why do I feel so… heavy all of a sudden?” she mumbles, voice already a little slower, a little thicker. “And why does listening to you feel… easier?”

You keep clicking at a steady, deliberate pace. Click. Click. Click.

Her body balloons outward with every pulse. Soft, heavy rolls form across her belly, her chest swells into heavy, pillowy breasts that strain the red top until it rides up, her hips and ass expand until the pants are stretched to the limit and start to tear at the seams. Her once-lean arms grow thick and plush. The long black braid hangs against an increasingly massive, soft body.

At the same time her thoughts grow fuzzier. The sharp, mocking tone melts away into soft, breathy confusion. Her eyes go half-lidded and glassy. A silly, happy little smile starts pulling at her lips. Drool gathers at the corner of her mouth.

By the time the transformation reaches the second image, she’s a massive, soft, dark-furred mountain of anthro flesh sitting heavily on the floor. Her belly is enormous and round, resting between even thicker thighs. A simple pink collar with a little gold bell now sits snugly around her neck (the magic formed it automatically). Hearts float around her head. Her tongue lolls out slightly, and her expression is pure blissed-out, empty-headed affection.

She looks up at you with those big blue eyes, completely melted.

“Mmh… clicker… good…” she slurs happily, voice soft and slow.

“Feel so… big… and floaty… Brain all soft… Wanna be good for you… Please click more…? Make me even bigger and dumber…?”

She shifts her massive weight a little, the soft flesh wobbling, and waits obediently for the next command (or the next click).