Reverse Rufus' Change The New World of SwapTech chapter 12 by deleted_user

Mark and Lisa stared at the woman-formerly-Rufus curled on the couch, snoring softly with her tongue lolling out one side of her full lips. The infomercial bombshell body—blonde waves, sports bra straining over DD breasts, yoga shorts wedged high—rose and fell with doggy breaths. No words, just occasional whines and tail-wags (ass wiggles).

"We have to fix this," Mark said, voice low in Umbra's purr. "Before she chews the furniture or... humps a leg."

Lisa nodded, Nova's golden eyes serious. "Remote. Careful aim. Target her, hit Return."

They waited until 5 a.m., house quiet. Rufus-the-woman stirred, stretching luxuriously—breasts bouncing, shorts riding higher. Mark held the remote with trembling hands. Shadows coiled around it protectively.

Lisa steadied him. "On three."

One. Two. Three.

He pressed Return.

Flash—but not clean. The beam hit Rufus, then refracted wildly off her tanned skin like hitting a mirror. Energy bounced back—first to Mark, then Lisa, then the walls.

Rufus yelped, body shimmering. But instead of reverting, she... multiplied? No—split. Two identical women appeared on the couch, both whining happily, nuzzling each other like littermates. Breasts pressed together, asses wiggling in sync.

Mark dropped the remote. "What the fuck—"

Another bounce. Now four. Then eight. The living room filled with identical blonde bombshells, all on all fours, sniffing, licking faces, rolling playfully. No aggression—just pure dog joy in human shells. They piled onto Mark and Lisa, tongues lapping at midnight skin and stellar veins, rough and enthusiastic.

Mark's pussy flooded from the onslaught—multiple tongues on nipples, thighs, clit. Shadows went wild, wrapping limbs. Lisa laughed hysterically even as golden energy flared, making the clones glow.

The remote clattered, humming louder.