Modern twitter transfemme hellhound fantasy

You sigh and rub your eyes. Once your code is done compiling you can submit it at the very last possible second yet again. You thought being a trans coder girl was going to be fun and hot, but you're mostly just tired and malnourished and your tits aren't huge like you want. You collapse into bed, clutching your off-brand shark plushie close. You can afford to order one proper meal once this most recent program gets approved, at least... God, you wish your life was better. Not that that fucker has ever answered you.

And he continues to do so. But something else answers. A burst of bright purple and dark black GMod glitches suddenly manifests in your room, and then forms into a massively tall furry woman, the tips of her canine ears pressed against your ceiling.

Her form is, frankly, pornographic. And her modesty is only preserved by that same burst of glitches, which lays across her shoulders and drapes down her form like a feather boa made out of a hole in realty. Your windows fog from the scent of her. You blink. A... Hellhound? You thought they were just a running joke on reddit to explain away titjobs. She grins sharply down at you. "Tired of your life, huh? Want something better?" You blink again. "You can read minds?" you respond.

She shakes her head. "Nah. It's just pretty obvious, you've got the socks and the shark and you're in a dark room only lit by a computer monitor." You frown, but sit up in bed. "Okay. What can you do for me?" She smiles. "I could Ignite you into a Hellhound too!"

"You would be freedom incarnate. To run and bound across the totality of creation, able to do whatever you want whenever you want. Whoever you want! It sounds like fun, right?" You frown and consider. It does SOUND fun, but... giving up your humanity? Just like that? You look down at your programmer socks, the ribs poking through your skin and think about how you were denied the ability to buy a gun to defend yourself with after the third cis guy assaulted you for leaving your house. Humanity, huh? "Yeah, it sounds like fun. Fuck it."

She grins so wide you can see every single one of her steak knife teeth, then grabs her boa made of glitch. It expands out into the shape of a massive thick blanket on a whim, and then is thrown to cover your entire form. The entire world goes black and purple. You can feel your body dissolve into nothing. You are a disembodied mind, and even that begins to fade. There is nothing. There has always been nothing. Why would anything exist? Why would YOU exist? That's just silly. Nothing has ever happened before, and never will.

A big bang occurs of fur and fat. All at once you reform, your new body covered in a fluffy layer of fur. Your tits are three times the size of your head, and rest on a round thick belly. Your thighs and ass so massive that they raise you multiple inches up off the bed. Your mind expands. You can feel every single cell of your new form all at once, then the air around you. The blanket-glitch still covering you, and big sister's consciousness held within it. She gives you a metaphorical kiss on the forehead, and your brain slides out a floppy ear.

It loses it's shape and lengthens out, wrapping around your neck, now a scarf with the jpeg of a brain textured across it. Your big sister calls her "flame" back, and you blink as your eyes readjust to the dim light of your old human room. You tilt your empty head, wind whistling between your ears as drool drips from your tongue. Your big sis claps her paws gleefully. "Oh, that's a new one! Super fun! I'm gonna take you back home to show off!" You smile dimly. You don't really understand, but big sis is talking.

Your brain scarf worms back into your head and comprehension fills you again. You're a Hellhound now, and your flame has manifested in the form of a brain scarf? That's weird, even for your new species. But it does mean you can be totally brainless at command, that's fun? Your nose twitches as the full power of your big sister's scent hits you, and you drool without even needing your brain to be gone. An instinctive bit of knowledge fills you. A Hellhound Proverb fills your mind. You smile as you hop off the bed, noticing how much shorter you are

You're a chubby, absurdly proportioned little shortstack hellhound, draped across your big sister's leg and nuzzling at the cock growing out of her sheath. You look up at her and smile, and speak for the first time with your new mouth. "The dumber the little sister, the more full of cum she's gonna be." you say, your brain scarf falling entirely out of your head as you drool on your big sister's balls, too stupid now to remember how to suck a cock.

Big Sister grabs the back of your head, ready to teach you.