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Legends of Belial → The Crossroads Inn → Milly's Bar and Grille
Sam peeked at the number she was given. Would she take the spot if that number was called? Would she do it. She was yearning for something, but what she could not pinpoint. She sighed as she watched the waiter reach his hand for her friends breasts.
"Feel free. They don't mind, at least...I don't think they do!" she said.
@ darkdonny:
Nathan reaches forward slowly, gently touching Cara's breast. He jerks his hand back a fraction the first time the tongue licks his fingers. After a look at Cara confirms he hasn't done anything wrong, Nathan hand caresses her breast approaching the lipple. Nathan gasps in surprise when the oddly located mouth takes in several of his fingers. "Wow, that's different. Nice, very nice, but different. How does it feel to you, miss?"
Finally registering Jemma's surprise, "Something wrong, Jemma? Do I need to get someone or something for you?" Nathan asks, looking at Jemma, his hand still partially in Cara's chest.
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On Stage:
Milly pulls out the next number. Shi scruches hir face in concentration looking at it.
"Number eigthy nine? No, Sixty eight? I can't tell which it is supposed to be. Whoever's wrote this is so fired.... Oh wait I think that's my handwriting."
Pausing, looking at the ticket from different angles. Milly seems to come to a decision.
Milly walks to edge of the stage, right next to Jemma, Cara, and Sam's table. "Miss, could tell me which number is on this ticket. 89 or 68?"
Milly holds out the ticket toward Sam. (The number under Sam's plate is 68)
Sam looks at he paper and gulps. "It looks like a 68 to m..me, ma'am"
"I put my potion in with the rest of my cocktail. I think it had a side effect I wasn't expecting." she said as she showed off her new legs.
"Holy Shit, Jemma" Cara said. "You look like a..."
"Freak?" Jemma said. "With tits that are currently sucking on a dude's hand, you are one to talk."
The mouth was indeed sucking as if it were trying to squeeze liquid out of the man's hand, and when it didn't, was content to just suckle.
@ darkdonny:
Nathan, "Now ladies don't fight. You're both quite lovely and have only gotten more beautiful as the night has progressed."
Trying to get a closer look at Jemma's feet without his hand leaving Cara's breast. "Can you move each of them independently? Are those heels part of your feet too? That's cool and kinda sexy."
Looking a little embarrassed for the first time Nathan asks, "I know it's highly inappropriate, but could I join you ladies when you leave here tonight?"
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On Stage:
Milly politely ingnores the other conversations occuring at the table, "Thank you Miss."
Standing up, "Number 68. Who holds number 68?"
When Sam rasies her hand to indicate she is the holder of that number, Milly responds, "Oh really, you is it? Did you pick that number because you desperately wanted to join me on stage?" After staring at Sam with an accusatory look for few seconds, Milly laughs.
"Just kidding. But would like to join me up here or a free desert, Miss?"
A few tables over, Bobbie had a very nervous look on his face when the two sets of numbers were called out. He had taken a few calming breaths....but then realized his number wasn't called at all. He was rather nervous at first....but then he slumped down into his seat, with a very cute pout on his face. Jenny grinned at her little brother.
"Aww, someone is pouty." she said pinching the fem-boy's cheak.
"I am not!" Bobbie shot back, still pouting. "....I dunno....I would have done it if I were called...."
Jenny scoffed "I am so sure."
"I would have!" he burst out...a bit too loudly.
Cara smiled. "I don't mind if you come over. I could use the company. Do you get an employee discount on the good stuff here? We could have a lot of fun at my place." she said. Jemma seemed to find this idea interesting too.
Looking up at Milly, Sam gulped. She hadn't even thought to read it as 86 to send the avatar somewhere else. She could be changed, something she had long desired, but been very afraid of. What would the world think of her. What would she become.
She found herself surprised by her own actions when she stood up and nodded her head. "I'll join you, m'am" Jemma let out a shocked noise while all three of Cara's mouths opened wide in shock, one releasing the hand of Nathan.
"Sam, are you for real? After all the shit you gave us about our choices?"
"I know. I am a hypocrite. I've wanted this longer than I care to admit, I am just so nervous and....I don't know." she said to her friends. "But I am going to take this leap. I hope you'll be there to catch me when I finally come back down."
@ esunalily:
A mantronly older server approaches Jenny and Bobbie's table, "Young lady please contain your outbursts while the show is in progress. Now is ther anything I can get for you to improve your evening?"
Backstage:
Henry, "Lily it's happening you might want to get back out there soon. By the way have you decided how to choose the next one yet?"
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On stage:
Milly, "Well then we have our Fourth Volunteer. Come on up and join me on Stage." Milly holds out hir hand to Sam and pulls her up on to the stage.
Bringing Sam center stage, "You said you had been considering this for quite a while. I'm sure you have some ideas then. Your friends seem to indulged in our house specials, that must have had some effect on you. Why don't you tell these nice people who you are and how you would like to be Blessed tonight."
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@darkdonny:
Nathan watches Sam go on stage with Milly, just as stunned as her friends.
Shaking it off after a few seconds realizing his hand is no longer being suckled. "We get an allowance that can be used to get up to half off any goods or services offered here. We're not allowed to use it until we've been here at least six months. They want to encourage the employees to experiment and explore, but they had a problem with turnover when they first openned. Too many people using the discount to be changed and then quiting within a few weeks."
Sitting down Nathan continues, "I have a fair bit saved up from extra shifts and doing favors for the owners. I figure I'll need at least one bottle of Night'o'Pleasure to keep up with you. I've thought about it but there's just so many options I'm not sure what I want. If you lovely ladies have any suggestions I'm open. Just so long as I can still play Guitar and work here after."
Bobbie's face goes bright red as he was scolded by the waiter, realizing that he was being a bit too loud again. He tended to get overly defensive when talking about his urges to change. He looked down at his plate and in a meak tone he simply said. "Uh...a coke would be nice...." just wanting desperatly to have the awkward moment to end.
Meanwhile, backstage, Lily had just exited the bathroom in order to...erm...releave herself. Everything that was happening tonight was just getting her too excited. She felt the urge to change herself grow so rapidly in the last few hours. In her mind, Lily thought that it would be horrible if she went through an actual change. She really really wanted to....but what would her friends think? What would her mom and dad think? Her sister Emma had herself changed into a shemale horse girl a few years back and her parents never quite forgave her for doing so. Lily thought Emma was very pretty....and sexy. No....she was doing the right thing by resisting this urge. She....she could have a bit more fun by watching one more person change, right? Deep in thought, the stagehand reminded her that she was to pick an audience member to be changed.
"Um...I guess the answer will come to me when I see it." she simply tells the man with a deep blush.
Sam stammered. She was not sure what to say.
"Being changed has long been on my mind." she said, trying to sound as eloquent as she could in the presence of an actual avatar. "But everytime I think about it, the fantasy changes. I...am not quite sure what I want to be." she said, shaking a bit.
On stage:
Milly puts a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, "That's quite all right. Faced with the nearly unlimited possiblities some find it difficult to choose. Let's see if we can't narrow it down a little with a few questions:
"Do you perfer 'Normal size', small, big, or gigantic?
What are your two favorite things about yourself?
What do you lack but most want?
What is your favorite animal and why?"
Milly waves Lily back on to the stage, "Miss Lily would you like to add a question or two to the list?"
Lily was caught off guard when she was suddenly brought back on stage. She thought she was going to help with the next transformation...not only that, but she was asked to speak. Suddenly, Lily could feel the audience's eyes on her when she was asked to come up with something on the spot.
"IUhhh...." Lily's timid nature was showing itself again as her brain went into overdrive trying to think of something. "Well...um....do...uh...do you want to try and keep a normal life after this....or erm....to completely lose yourself in your change, changing not only your body....but the rest of your life to suit what you have become?" the girl's face was bright red, not only at being put onto the spot...but the antisapation of what was to happen next.
@ Guru:
The brunette Hostess, Jeane, approaches Angel's table.
"You don't mind if I sit here for few minutes do you?"
Without waiting for an answer Jeane sits, "Good god it feels good to be off my feet."
A penis tipped tail snakes above the edge of table as Jeane takes off her heels and settles in. The tail comes to a stop in Jeane's lap.
Jeane flags down Angel's waitress, "Bring me a beer please. A normal one not the stuff Kat brews in her tits."
The waitress hurries off, something about Angel's intensity makes her uncomfortable.
Jeane however seems oblivious to Angel being busy, "Who did your body art? It's quite beautiful and I have toying with getting something myself. If I could be assured that the artist would that skilled I might just take the plunge."
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@ esunalily:
Bobbie's older waitress comes back with his coke.
"Don't be too concerned, these shows can have nearly as strong an effect on the audience as the volunteer's. At least you know when you've crossed a line unlike him." She indicates the man in the back with the two ladies that turned down an invitation to the stage.
Angel finishes sketching what appears to be a rather huge breasted shinobi princess, complete with twin kukri blades and bloody wounds. The dark natured girl glances at the penis-tailed hostess, takes another mouthful of blood wine and then opens her mouth.
"You want to know who did my tattoos? Really? That's the first thing you bring up! Fine I'll tell you". She takes another drink and thinks about Jeane's question: should she lie or tell the truth? The art on Angel's skin is quite amazing and far too intricately designed to have been done by an amateur or even a skilled artist for that matter. After a moment of thought, she decides to tell the truth.
"Every bit of ink you see on my skin was done by my own hand. Every single bit. There is absolutely no fucking way am I ever letting someone touch my skin with a needle. Now you're probably thinking just how I've managed to do this all by myself? The answer is simple: flexibility. But I really can't be fucked saying more, at least not until you tell me who the fuck you are, what you want and why you're here!".
Bobbie smiled softly as the femboy took his coke from the older waitress. "Thanks...and sorry about before...I was-"
"My little brother wants to turn himself into a shemale sex creature, and he's nervous about it."
"JENNY!! Shut it!" the boy cried out his cheaks going bright red.
@ guru:
Jeane just rolls her eyes at Angel. Despite appearances to the contrary, Jeane actually likes dealing with people, especially difficult ones.
"I'm the hostess, Jeane. I showed you to this table when you arrived. New people finally stopped showing up, so I could get off my feet and have a break. I'm sorry if I'm distrubing your important work, btu there's really no place left to sit."
Jeane settles back in the chair clearly intending to stay despite Angel's outburst. "And may I ask what's wrong with paying a beautiful specimin such as yourself a compliment? I know an artist as talented as you must be busy, but would it be possible for me to display some of your art?. I've got money if that's what you want or we could make an alternate arrangement of some type. I've worked here since the beginning and know the owners quite well."
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@ esunlily:
The matronly waitress just similes, "That's quite alright deary. My sister's youngest did something similar to that. He ... or is it she... anyway that one is quite happy now. Has a number of clients that enjoy hir services regularly. And my husband... Oh sorry, you probably don't want to hear someone older than your mother talk about that kind of thing. If you think of anything else I can get for you I'll be right back."
She heads off to deal with her other tables.
"Listen, uh, Jeane. I'm sorry for that but it's just who I am. Bad past, bad choices, bad relationships. Just a bad fucking life, y'know. It's just, well, bullshit" Angel apologetically says.
The brooding girl sits in silence for a few moments, deeply considering what to say next...
Angel sighs. "Yeah, I guess you can show some of my art around. Most of my better stuff is in my basement, and some of my cooler tatts are inked on my tits and ass, so you won't be seeing them just yet. But sure, take some of the art or take a photo or whatever the fuck you do. Just don't credit me, I fucking hate the attention. And as much as money appeals to me, I'll hear your other idea before I agree to a deal".
@guru:
Jeane just similes, "Its quite alright. We all have bad days and then we have our worse days."
Jeane laughs at her own bad joke a little, "We could display your art in the waiting area. And post it for sale either as Anonymous artist or under a pseudonym. The restuarant would take a comission on each piece sold. I would get a finders fee off the first sale. Your share could be delivered in cash, food, alcohol, alchemy materials, or any combination there of. There is no guarantee of how fast or when your art will sell."
Jeane lets that option sink in for a moment. "Or we could turn it into a whole night event. Start with a display on the main floor. After we let the guests look at and discuss your art for a while, the lights go down focusing attention on the stage. On stage a couple of models are transformed into living versions of a few choise pieces of your art work. Once everyone is throughly entranced we action off most of the displayed art. You could of course opt for a pseudonym for the event as well. In fact we could use the mystery to help hype the event. The event would require a bigger commitment from you, but if successful it could net you a lot more in a single night than the simiple display would in six months. Plus you would have greater bargining power in determining what your share is and how it is delivered. You of course will have approval over the models and art used for the show. A show like this would be a great opportunity but not unique. I hear a fashion designer is planning something similar. What do you say?"
Angel considers her options for a moment."That second one sounds good coz I can get a better deal from it. 'kay, we can go to my house and I can show ya my art. Hell, I'll even get naked so you see all my ink. But when the night comes, I don't care 'bout pseudonyms or whatnot. Use my name, I don't care, just don't go around saying things like 'the artist who did this is right there' or 'allow me to introduce the artist, Angel!'. That will really piss me off. I'll just hang around like some random, admire my stuff and then watch the show. You can then give me my earnings".
Angel takes a breath before continuing, this time quietly. "Listen, my house is a fucking dump. I share the place with five people who never amount to anything. A druggie wolf man, a gay rookie pornstar, a slobby elephant girl, a chakat drug dealer and a violent sociopathic ex-convict. They get on my nerves, but they're my friends. The house stinks of marijuana and something called nightstalker, which doesn't bother me but might offend you. The walls, floors and ceilings are filthy. My point is, the house is a mess. The only area that isn't is the basement where I keep my works, which I keep locked up at all times".
"So yeah, if you can come over, we'll stay in the basement and, hopefully, you won't have to worry about Benji, 'BloJoe' Leo, Carrisa, Neirie or Travis"
THe femboy kept a nervous smile on his face as he took his drink from the older waitress. He simply smiled and nodded, hoping the awkward moment would pass. When the waitress went off to tend to her other tables, Bobbie's face turned into a grumpy looking pouty scoul.
"Why did you do that?!?" Bobbie hissed angerly to his sister.
"Cuz I want you to just get your transformation over with already. That and I thought it would be funny."
"You want me to just order a transformitive drink at some bar?" Bobbie scoffed.
"I want you to DO IT! I don't care how!" Jenny let out a calming sigh. "Bobbie....I am super supportive of your decision in doing this, because I know this is something you have always wanted. But when given the chance to do it you chicken out every time. I know you haven't changed your mind, because you keep on trying to find the right person to change you." she puts a hand on Bobbie's shoulder. "Sweetie, you don't have to be scared.....I will make you a deal. We order a set of drinks......we do it together."
"W-what...? B-but you don't even..." Bobbie sputtered out.
"Its okay. Its not like I hate the idea of being changed....but if it will help you to calm down a bit I will do it. What do you say?"
Bobbie went silent in thought......
Sam sort of smiled at Lily. "She seems more nervous than I am."
She then pondered the questions asked of her.
"To the first...Big. As for the second, I like my lips." she said licking them a bit "and my ass." she added. She noted the look on Jemma's face. "Oh, don't act surprised. I have a cute butt. You even told me so a few times when you had a few too many cocktails"
"As for what I lack. Hmm. Well, you know I've always been too skinny for my linking. So thickness, I'd say."
Another pause as she pondered.
"I...favorite animal. I love elephants, but I can't say I've ever pegged a favorite."
"As for your question" she said turning to Lilly. "While a sense of normalcy would be good, I'd also say losing one self is part of the desire of transformation. So I'm mixed"
@ Guru:
Jeane laughs, "Sounds a lot like my first apartment when I came to this city. I'd love to come over and see all of your work."
Jeane's tail appears again as she strokes it gently, "Maybe I can get you to demonstrate your tattoo techinque. I have some fresh canvass you can use." Jeane seggestivily touches her own chest. "Just give me a few minutes to let the boss know what I'm doing and I'll meet you out front."
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On stage:
Milly pauses to consider Sam's answers. "I think I have an idea you'll like. It'll change you completely but still let you have something like a normal life. If you still want that after."
Milly closes hir eyes and starts Sam's Transformation.
Sams cheeks and nose begin to swell. Her nostrils disappear as her lips pull away from her face. Soon her lips are on the tip of an elephant-like trunk that replaced her nose. Under her new trunk, Sam's cheeks have swollen and formed an exact replica of her cute butt.
The changes progress lower. Sam's neck grows with muscle. Her whole chest swells becoming thicker. Her breasts perk up becoming Triple D's maybe even E's.
As Sam's belly grows, her belly button grows larger and begins to change shape. Soon Sam has a second pair of luscious lips where her belly button was.
Below Sam's waist the swelling continues. Her hips, butt, even her pussy all grow significantly. Giving her a large curvy figure.
Sam's arms and legs quickly thicken. Her feet and even her toes nearly vanish into the telephonepole like legs she develops.
Sam's arms resemble thinner versions of her legs. Her fingers appear shorter but retain their dexterity.
Finally Sam's skin toughens and takes on a slightly grayish hue all over her now more than six foot frame, but remains silkly smooth.
Milly opens hir eyes, "Well how do you feel? Your whole body is different but not so much as make something resembling a normal beyond you."
Milly then approaches and hugs Lily. Hiding it well but Milly leans on Lily for support breifly. "Once our new Sam rejoins her friends, It's your turn in the spotlight. Are you ready?"
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@ esunalily:
As Sam finishes her change the older waitress returns.
Looking at the stage, "Now isn't that something. My oldest is moving soon, I wonder if I could get her to help. I'd bet she could lift a couch by her self now."
"But enough about the others. Anything get for you? Perhaps you want to look at this." She places a copy of the potion list on the table between the siblings.
Bobbie looks up nervously at the waitress with a heavy blush. He tries to speak for a moment, but the words failed to come out. Jenny soon stepped in.
"We....were kinda wondering if it were possible to do a kind of....mmm...custum potion actually. The price won't be an issue."
@esunalily:
The waitress smiles, "Custom potion. Don't get much call for that. Most usually just go to a normal alchemist shop for that. But I suppose there should be no problem with such a request. I'll leave you a pen and some paper. I make no promises everything will be exactly as you ask, but no harm in trying right?"
She places the pen and paper on the table, "You just write down what you want. I'll be back in a few to take it to the kitchen."
Jenny smiles at the waitress and glances back at her brother. "Well, I think it is pretty much a case of doing it now or never. I don't think I will get another shot at calming down my spaz of a brother."
"Jeeeeennnyyyyy...!!" Bobbie whined
"Oh shut it, you know its true." Jenny shot back as Bobbie slumpped back in his seat with a huff.
After the waitress left, the two got to work on their requests.
Bobby's note was filled up from top to bottom. He made it very clear he didn't want to end up like the guy who became a living dress earlier this evening, or any kind of mindless sex beast, or living object or immoble dick or tit pile. He filled up more than half the page with things he didn't want to become more than what he wanted become. At some point he did actually start putting down what he wanted.
"I want to be a extremely feminine shemale creaturer. I don't think I want to be fully human...but I don't want to be on all fours like that deer lady. I wanna have HUGE curves, like tits bigger than my head with a set of hips and an ass to rival it. I want to have an equally impressive cock and balls too. I want to have a very pretty and feminine face, with an air of innocense, big wide eyes, cute button nose, full cupid's bow lips etc... with a high pitched soft shy tone. Besides looking at my groin I don't want anyone to look at me and even question for a second I am feminine." That is basicly all he put for his actual transformation. He went on about what he didn't want some more. Anyone could tell he was very nervous about being supprised about what he would become.
Jenny's was much more to the point.
"I am basicly only doing this for my dear nervous brother. I want something equally as extreme as his own transformation (maybe not the exact same thing) but something equal. Other than that, supprise me.
P.S. My brother needs to learn that life throws some curveballs sometimes. Listen to his instructions....but give him a tiny supprise in his transformation. It will be just the thing to loosen him up a bit.
Angel waits outside after paying for her drink. A few minutes later, Jeane meets her, wearing a dark outfit that covers much less of her body then before. "Um, I'm usually attracted to men or herms but fuck you look stunning in that outfit!" Angel says, stunned by the beauty of the hostess. The two wave down a taxi.
Twenty minutes later, the taxi enters the slums, or as it's affectionately known, The Pit: the worst area of the city, a place so crime-ridden that even corrupt police think twice before venturing into it. The two girls notice some pretty fucked up shit on the way to Angel's house, but none can match up to the suicide-by-spontaneous-combustion that occurs near the shooting range. Angel notices Jeane's distinct look of worry. "Just an average day here in The Pit. Don't worry about it, if you're someone like me who has been here most of their life then you have no problems. Just don't carry too much coin and always have a gun handy".
The taxi finally arrives at Angel's house. "Here's the cash, and a little extra for your troubles" Angel says to the taxi driver. The two walk inside the house, the smell of marijuana assaulting their senses as they do. And righ there on the shitty fifty buck couch is Benji, wearing nothing but white briefs and higher than a motherfucking kite.
"Woah, hey Angie, you're back. It's been too long dude..."
"It's been like three hours Benji. And don't call me Angie! You fucking reek, what'd ya smoke this time?"
"Uh, I think I've had Pineapple Express, Fat Bullfrog, Magic Dragon, Mad Maxine, Donkey Bong, Little Lebowski and something called, um, This Is Permanent... I don't know how much I've had but man am I high..."
"No shit, it's a wonder how you haven't passed the fuck out. Where the others?"
"Huh? Oh, ah, I think BloJoe's doing porn, Carrisa's being fat, Neirie's sleeping and Travis I think is doing one of his rampages. Y'know, coz he and Neirie had a fight over meth. Neirie clawed him and he broke bad, so yeah"
"I'll deal with it later, I've got things to do. And if you haven't cleaned your drugs by the time I'm done in the basement, I'm upping your rent"
The two girls walk into the basement. "Sorry about that, Benji can be pretty annoying. Anyway, this is my artwork. Take your time to admire it all"
@ esunalily:
The waitress returns and raises an eyebrow at the difference between the two requests.
"I'll deliver these right away." And walks away into the kitchen.
A few minutes later she returns, "Raymond says he is certain he can fulfill both requests fully. It will take a few minutes before they are ready. But also says to remind you that by drinking the potions you agree to accept all consequences of your chosen changes. And that we are not responsible for any expenses that may required to adapt to your new forms. "
After a brief pause she continues, "I thought it odd that he ask me to repeat that to you. Neither of you asked to become a titaped or cockblossom right?"
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@ guru:
Jeane is surprised and more than a little worried at how deep into the Pit they go. Even her first crappy apartment she was joking about earlier was barely on the outskirts of the area. But Angel's confidence was enough to... well not put her at ease but prevent her form stressing out too much.
Meeting Benji was... an experience. But at least now she knew that odds of her and Angel being interrupted were pleasantly slim. And it was good to know that Angel seemed to be the one in charge, or respected at least.
Jeane spends several quiet minutes admiring Angel's art. Paying practicular attention to the ones that would be possible to recreate on stage to significant effect. Damn this girl had talent! In the old days someone like her would be in the employ of a noble creating pieces he could show off to his rich and powerful friends. But given Angel's personality she would likely hate such patronage. There had to be a way to get this girl out of the slums and into some place she could florish. Hopefully the show could do that.
"I saw a few shark-like aquatic pieces. I would like to include one in the live Transformsation show. Do you have any favorites you would like see made flesh? You could always make new pieces specifically for that purpose if you want also. But they would have to be done in time for the alchemists to use for templates."
Returning Angel's side, "How long are you planning to keep me waiting before you show the rest? Your 'best' works."
Jeane's hands go to her own chest as her tail teases the botom pf Angel's shirt.
Sam let out a sigh of relief from her newest pair of lips. "This is amazing. I feel great, like a new person. Not sure where life will take me but somewhere interesting, I am very very sure. Thank you so much." she said.
Her friends looked on in awe as the girl they thought was shy and reserved stepped off stage sporting wild transformations they would not have dreamed of.
Cara then let out a laugh. "Of course you would be the sickest of us three." she said, patting Sam on her back, noting the thick texture of her new skin. She then looked to their waiter. "You still interested in bring some fun over to my place?"
Angel sits down while Jeane browses the art in a very detective-ish way, and the brooding girl rambles about her roommates. "Yeah, so sorry 'bout Benji I guess. He's annoying but he means well. We used to date, it lasted for eleven or so months. Then I dumped him after his nightstalker addiction cost me my job, but I let him stay as a roommate cuz he was indebted to The Pit Raiders street gang back then. Being a wolfman, he knew how to jingle a few bells, if you catch my drift. Leo, well he's just a shitty gay pornstar. He claims his wang is the best. I've seen his earlier videos, I'd be ashamed with that size. He obviously was too, so he took some fucked up alchemical drink which gave him a big dick but also made him a premature ejaculator. I think his record time is about two minutes. Then you have Carrisa, that slobby elephant girl. Her room is littered with bags of peanuts, at it's cleanest. She's lazy, fat, abusive and above all, rude. But I have to admit, she is a pretty good phone sex operator, judging by what I've heard coming from her room. Neirie, well she's nice when she wants to be and although she sells drugs, she isn't too bad of a person compared to the likes of others who live in The Pit. She's also quite an athlete and I bet if you were to remove her fur, you'd see a well-toned physique. And finally Travis... eh, the less said about him, the better"
Jeane interrupts her by mentioning the art and Angel responds. "Um, the shark ones huh? Yeah they're this unnamed race that come from deep ocean. Not the bottom of the ocean, but more like open ocean and they make their homes in underwater caverns, shipwrecks and all that. As for other art to use in the transformation show, I guess you could use the succubus fox, anime dollgirl, ice dragon woman, creepy faceless teleporting elf and the nudist shapeshifter. But use as many as you want for the sales. My personal favourite is also my very first: Lost in Sanity. It's the one with the black haired girl wearing a straitjacket in a padded cell of an asylum with a pool of blood surrounding her. I've recreated it so many times but as the saying goes: Don't fuck with the original. I won't sell it for any less than half a million dollars or equal to that in goods"
Angel suddenly feels her shirt being touched by Jeane's odd tail and the mood goes from calm to furious. "Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me! I don't know you enough... fuck!" she yells.
Jeane backs away and a look of fear sweeps across her face.
"Fuck, Jeane, I'm sorry but I'm not looking for a relationship or a one night stand or even a fucking hug! I... I think it's best just to tell you something that few people know. See, my name's not really Angel. It's actually Angie, but I changed it during my second prison sentence. See, I've lived in The Pit my whole life and people from The Pit tend to do stupid things outside of it. I was twelve years old when my brother and I robbed a bank. It went well, until a guard shot my brother dead. I was terrified, caught and sentenced to six years in juvenile prison. When I got out, I lived in this very house for two fucking months before I killed some people with Travis. It was meant to be a simple job: take out the rival drug lab. But it all went to hell from there. An undercover cop was amongst the dealers we killed, and the cop's wife was in on it too. The saddest thing? The cop and his wife had three children who spent the remainder of their childhood as orphans living under the false care of government officials. Travis and I both got long sentences. Fourteen years for me, sixteen for him. It was in prison that I changed my name and found my passion for art, but my attitude's been like this since birth. Believe it or not, I got most of my ink behind bars and I've been out for nearly three years now, Travis for about ten months" Angel explains.
"There, you happy now?"
As the two waited for their waitress to return, Bobbie was nervously tapping his half empty drink glass. Jenny winced a little at the noise.
"Bobbie...I get it, your nervous...just take a breath, okay? We are in this together." Jenny said putting a comferting hand on the femboy's sholder.
When the waitress did finally return...and asked for the two's consent, Bobbie's eyes went wide. Jenny realized that her little skeam might be blown if she didn't speak up.
"Bobbie and I are very much okay with the instructions we wrote down, right Bobbie?"
Bobbie calmed himself down a bit, letting out a light puff of air. "R-right. I am ready."
@ darkdonny:
Nathan stares at Sam for a few seconds before finding his voice again. "Umm, Yeah I'm still interested. But I'm starting to feel underdressed if you catch my meaning. I feel like I should grab a transformative potion as well as the 'Night'o'Pleasure' if I'm going to spend the night in the company of such lovely and unique ladies. I'm afraid my imagination is not up to the task. Maybe you could pick one from list and I'll bring it along as well."
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@ guru:
After listening to Angel/Angie's story, Jeane starts in an applogetic tone, "I'm sorry. My tail was my boyfriend, Patrick. We were crippled in car crash about a year ago. Rather than live confined to a bed unable to feel or move, he chose to be transformed and merged to me. This choice restored my legs and gave me this wonderful tail. What little there is left of Patrick is very horny and fond of touching. I'll keep Patrick under control from now on."
Jeane carefully wraps her tail around her waist to keep it away from Angel. "If it's still okay I would still like to see your tattoos. And I would be honored if you let me see your techique first hand. I offer my chest and belly as your canvass. No touching without your permission I promise."
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@ esunlily:
The waitress smiles, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you nervous. The same basic thing is written on the potion list if you look carefully."
She puts a comforting hand on Bobbie's shoulder, "Don't worry dear, Raymond is one of the best. While he does tend be creative with open requests, he is very careful to give customers exactly what they ask for. I'll be back when your potions are ready."
When she returns a few minutes later, she places a tall glass filled with a fizzing pink liquid in front of Bobbie and a shorter glass with a much thicker potion that seems to shift between green and yellow infront of Jenny. "Bottom's up, I guess."
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