Cassie sighed heavily and stared at the moon, one night past full, hanging behind the sparkles of the celebratory explosions. She supposed that Dana, wherever she was hiding, was in the same half-dog state she'd entered the night she was zapped, and therefore unlikely to respond to any messages at least until tomorrow. Whimpering as she remembered the great sex the threesome had enjoyed as a result of that transformation, Cassie's digits drove her to a small but powerful climax. She licked her fingers clean, then contorted herself until her long tongue could lap at her furry folds, swabbing away her juices. The increased flexibility was exciting, but she couldn't quite bend enough to truly go down on herself, so it was frustrating as well. Her own half-dog status had made her more empathetic to Dana's predicament, which she'd initially seen as simply hot. But the revelations Maddie had uncovered about the device gave added urgency to Cassie's desire to make things right with her estranged lovers.
Although the instruction manual to the remote tended to be pretty vague about specifics, owing in part to a rather astonishingly wide array of changes it claimed to be capable of, it included enough details about how traits tended to progress that Cassie was confident she could legitimately make things better for Dana, since intensifying either of her current characteristics would give the anguished girl some amount of control over them. It was more of a hotfix or a patch than a true solution, but she hoped she'd eventually get the chance to offer her former lover whatever aid and comfort she could.
In the more immediate future, however, Cassie was looking forward to developing her own fourth-level attribute. While visiting with Maddie earlier that day, they'd taken the opportunity to get a better handle on what traits everyone had and how long until new ones would become available. She'd been amazed and aroused at just how far her nudity had spread, since Maddie's younger sister Allison had an ability that allowed her to act as a transmitter for most of the traits she absorbed, as the manual described the process of picking up its 'gifts' via sexual contact with others. Cassie had exchanged those characteristics with the youngest Berman girl, who had then converted her family and some other people into nudists in turn.
Cassandra still felt a little queasy when she contemplated all the incestuous sex that had been happening with that family, although she supposed the fact that it was all lesbian incest was at least slightly less troublesome. She admitted to herself that the knowledge she'd fucked two sisters, albeit sequentially rather than concurrently, had been an intense taboo turn-on for her, and that was before they'd all transformed. Maddie had gone from a slender brunette to a lean, auburn-haired vixen, quite literally, as she now sported a fox tail and ears, among other things. Both her sister and her mother, Jenny, had turned partway into cats, which apparently matched their petplay fetishes. Cassie had found it quite hard to resist her attraction to the older woman when she'd met her for the first time, and had blushed when she instinctively sniffed the woman's ass by way of introduction. In her defense, Ms. Berman had responded in kind.
They'd been fortunate enough to witness first-hand what happened when the device bestowed a fourth-level trait, which it had done to Jenny at about half-past nine that morning. From their research, they knew that Ms. Berman had been overdue for it, and the delay was due to the power level of the device, which they now knew required 70% of its charge capacity for such gifts. As soon as it reached the required power level, it activated and intensified her petplay fetish. Her new ability was almost supernatural, and a logical extension of the earlier levels, but undoubtedly more subtle than the transformations Leila's conclusion had prompted.
Jenny's completion of the 'petplay gift' also showed them that the device could apparently not be used on the subjects again for 366 days. The manual provided no explanation for that timeframe, although it did explicitly state that no traits went higher than fourth level, and some had only one or two degrees of intensity. No one was certain what to expect when the cooldown timers expired next year, but they'd guessed that the remote might bestow new characteristics at that point, or perhaps allow continued intensification of any traits that hadn't been maxed out. Maddie had seemed indifferent about the situation, although Cassie had the distinct impression that Allie was as intrigued by the possibilities as she was.
Most importantly, at least at the moment, was that Cassandra had been carefully watching the rate of recharge on the device all day, and knew that it should reach 70% capacity at about a quarter to midnight that night. Her own cooldown after third level nudity was set to expire around ten, so she was eagerly anticipating the maximization of her naked charms. She even thought she had a pretty good idea what it would be, based on what they'd read about themes and what she knew about Jenny's new abilities. Cassie sighed as she checked her phone again, which indicated she had hours still to wait, in addition to a lack of messages.
Distant booming distracted Cassandra as the climax of the fireworks display got underway, with almost continuous popping and crackling. She was suddenly reminded of a dog her family had owned when she was growing up. The poor pup went frantic whenever fireworks were set off, seemingly unsure if she was better served by hiding or trying to fight. Cassie gave quiet thanks that her canine characteristics at least didn't prevent her from enjoying the show. She and the other women had been a little surprised to discover that the dehumanization 'gifts' included both physical and behavioral changes at each level, regardless of which option was selected, and picking one or the other simply meant that the chosen aspect was weighted at a minimum of two-thirds.
Cassie got on her hands and knees and began rubbing her crotch against one of the bars that ringed her balcony, seeking stimulation. The manual had been particularly vague on how many 'non-human characteristics' it bestowed at any given level, and she knew that some of her animalistic behavior was thanks to the petplay fetish she'd absorbed from Allie, who'd picked it up from Jenny. But it seemed obvious that her dog-like physical attributes could be numbered at least five, between the ears, tail, nipples, mouth, and general increase in furriness. She supposed the teeth and tongue might even count separately, and perhaps her bush and other hair were likewise. She guessed that she must have at least three behavioral changes, but figuring out what they were was challenging; or at least, figuring out if they were due to doggishness or to one of her other unrestrained sexual urges was proving to be difficult.
Cassie panted and drooled while she humped her guardrail, and figured that her increasingly notable tendency to do so was one strong contender for a mental change. She whined and licked her nose as she increased the speed of her thrusting. She wasn't sure exactly when the light show would end, but she was hoping to time her orgasm to coincide. She pressed her hips hard against the thin metal rod until it was wedged between her lower lips, made warm and slick by her lust. She began barking as her crescendo approached, more or less in time with the fireworks, and transitioned to howling as she came.
Smoke lingered in the air in much the same way flashes of light remained in Cassie's eyes, or pulses of pleasure lazily made their way through her body. She heard the neighbors wishing her a good night and barked tiredly in response. It took several minutes of heavy breathing before she felt ready to move, and the first thing she did was sniff and lick at the bar she'd stained with her creamy discharge. It was both sexy and disgusting to her, and before she quite realized what she was doing, she'd lifted her leg and squirted a small stream of urine onto one of the support posts. Mortified, she couldn't help sniffing it as well, thinking, "Mine!" She quickly pulled away from her scent marker and gathered up her phone and the remote, retreating back indoors, confident that she'd discovered another canine inclination, and not very happy about it.
"God, I hope I'm house-trained," she muttered as she closed the sliding door.
Late Tuesday Night (July 4)
