TftW: Pet-Charmer.

TftW:  Pet-Charmer.

Barfolomew/Barf (Spaceballs) TF.

NOTE:
This is a TF i've been meaning to do for quite sometime,  specifically it is a tf of someone into a character played by the late John Candy.   I've done a JC related TF before -  a couple of times in fact,  one of them being an FTM of a woman into JC himself and a couple which were TGs into Eldona from Nothing But Trouble.
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Daniel just didn't seem to be all that lucky with pets,  considering his two cats had died and his next-to-most-recent pet ran away -   he was getting made fun on internet forums because of this and they were calling him the pet killer  even though what happened to his cats wasn't his fault.    He really wished they could understand that but they were too immature to know better and as such he was pressured into lying about what had happened, claiming that he did kill his own pets on purpose and did sadistic experiments on them when in actuality he didn't.

One night he was in his entertainment room watching the MGM movie channel when he saw that the movie of the week was playing,  that movie of the week being one of his favorite comedy movies 'Spaceballs'.   He decided to sit down and watch it,  with a bag of homemade snacks in hand as he did so.    After all,   nothing cheered him up more than a classic comedy and Spaceballs was one of his all-time favorites , especially since he was a big fan of the late John  Candy.

He watched the movie and enjoyed it,  laughing along with all the jokes and admiring all the work that went into making it a perfect Star Wars spoof,   this was the kind of parody movie that was getting scarce in recent years and even when a new spoof DID come out it was either by Craig Moss or Seltzerberg.   The movie still held up to him and he began to feel nostalgic and also very warm and cozy,  the warmth was flowing through his body as he was watching and also as he was eating.

He took off his jacket and as he did he slowly began to gain weight starting with his chest and torso along with his arms broadening,  his hands broadened as well as his skin smoothened a bit and a pair of brown leathery gloves manifested on them.   Tufts of tawny blondish-fur slowly made themselves visible through the top of the fingerless gloves as his stomach swelled,  his clothing miracously didn't rip,  however it slowly changed into a pair of mechanics overalls while a name badge appeared above the pockets.

In addition to this his rear inflated as his legs broadened,   a pair of converse sneakers appearing on his feet as a canine-like tail slowly sprouted out of the back of his pants, the tail moving up and down on its own and wagging excitedly.   The fur that was poking out from his gloves poked out a bit in his shoes as his feet grew a bit larger with what appeared to be little claws of some kind poking out through the front.

He chuckled a few times as this happened,  watching as his hair fluffed up and turned a sandy blondish color while his ears shifted to the top of his head and took a half canine-look to match his new tail,  his face plumped up as a white goatee grew on his chin. A white patch formed around one of his eyes while his eyes widened,  his nose turning black as his features altered and contorted,  giving him a homely and cuddly look.  His expression becoming a cheery smile of sorts as his voice altered to match his appearance,  becoming deep and jovial,  he instantly recognized the voice that was coming out of his mouth - it was that of the late great John Candy.    His appearance definitely was familiar too,  the dog-like ears and tail,  the nose,  the outfit...it all seemed to go together,  as his memories and thoughts altered.

New memories and thoughts entered his mind as he began to remember what he was, he was half man and half dog,  he was well...a mog, he was his own best friend and his name was Barfolomew but everyone called him Barf for short.  He was Lone Star's trusty sidekick and also now a father to Barfolomew Jr and Fidette -  who were two teenage mogs with very contrasting personalities.   The two teen-mogs arrived in the room,  hurrying along as they did.

"Fidette,  lighten up for once will ya?"

"No,  I won't...i'm going to tell dad that you ate your homework again."

"What?  There's nothing wrong with eating homework.  How else am I going to get good grades if I don't learn anything?   Besides,  it's perfectly normal for a kid mog to eat their own homework. It's not abnormal, freaky, gross or weird in the slightest."

"Dad...can you tell Barfolomew Jr to stop eating his homework?  This is the forteenth time he's done it this week and i'm tired of no one believing me about it and he insists that it's normal to do it."

"Now now Fidette...he's right,  it is normal to do that."

"Daaaaad."

"I did that when I was his age too."

"You did?"

"It is perfectly normal and there is nothing abnormal about it."

"See?"

"I guess you're right."

"Now how about you two tell me about what you did today?"

And so with that the two teen mogs sat down next to their father as they told him about their day and about what they did.    They spent the rest of the evening joining in on movie night with him and laughing along with him at all the jokes and comedic scenes in the movie, followed by bonding with him and playing with him.    Our mog friend truly did enjoy being a father and helping his kids with their problems and also he liked catching up with his old friends as well.

As for what happened later,  he caught up with Lone Star and the others and went on more intergalactic comedy misadventures.   He wouldn't have gotten where he is today without his very best friend with him  and he certainly was thankful for it,   truly his luck had increased ten-fold and he was grateful for it.

Remember my friends,  luck has a funny way of turning itself around -  even if you think that you're terrible at looking after animals and that you have bad luck with pets,  there is always an interesting possibility of that becoming a thing of the past.  And this is the lesson you should listen to,  that and let the Schwartz be with you.