Chapter 2

Several hours later, the four new hires stumbled out of the conference room.  We had been subjected to a week's worth of onboarding and orientation, crammed into a single morning.  The worst part was, we’d be doing this every morning for the next week.

            "I'm not sure how I have a hand cramp." Chier whined.  "I don't even have fingers anymore."

            Taking pity on us, Gwen let us to the cafeteria for some culinary rejuvenation.  As I stepped through the doors into the large open room, I was amazed at the wide variety of people sitting there.  Well over half were transformed; everything from leaf hair and extra arms all the way up to Freyan woman and others that strained the definition of human.  Honestly, at that point I was so frazzled the giant bear-hydra thing could come up to me and speak in the happy voice of a schoolgirl and I probably wouldn't have noticed.

            At least the food looked good.  There had to be a dozen different stations, everything from home cooking to large bottles of cum for the more mana dependent employees.  I decided to splurge and bought a plate of sushi from one of the stations.  The fact the chef had a beard of tentacles was disturbing, but the amazing smell made up for it.

            The cafeteria was packed, but Gwen had saved a table for us in one corner.  She had to go back to her office to pick up lunch, so she'd been able to snag a table while the rest of us stood in line.

            The highlander was already at the table when I arrived.  I set my tray on the table and slumped into a chair opposite him.  I snagged one of the little rolls off my plate and popped it into my mouth.  My nose hadn't lied, they tasted amazing.  I was going to have to be careful if I didn't want to end up broke and fat eating here every day.

            Chier arrived next, a tray of chicken tenders and sauce floating in the air beside her.  She took the seat opposite me, next to the only male of our group.  All of us were too focused on our food to talk, so silence reigned at the table for the next few minutes.  Besides, I was too fascinated watching the little chunks of chicken rise from Chier's bowl and swan dive off the table.  At first I couldn't figure out what was going on, then I remembered reading somewhere that Cockwomen ate with their vaginas.

            Without warning, the highlander stood and waved.  I followed his gaze and saw the blonde there, looking lost with her try of soup.  She spotted our table, flicked her eyes around as if hoping a better option would materialize, before sighing and coming over to join us.  Was it my imagination, or was her sweater lumpier than it looked this morning?  There were definitely round objects underneath, at least two pairs on top of each other.

            The blonde took the seat beside me and began mechanically eating her soup without looking at any of us. The awkward silence filled the table again, before the highlander broke it with his thick brogue.  "I realize I never had a chance to formally introduce myself before the meeting started.  I'm Arthur McLain."

            He held out his hand, but I had to wipe my soy sauce covered fingers clean first.

            "Chier Dixdotter."  Arthur's hand bobbed up and down as if pumped by invisible fingers.

            With my hand finally clean, I shook next.  "Becca Caldwell."

            Arthur held his hand out to the blonde, but she ignored him and continued sipping her soup.  After a moment the highlander put his hand away, though he continued to stare at the woman with a cross between annoyance and inquisitiveness.  "You know, you look really familiar."

            "You're right."  One of Chier's chicken tenders froze mid lemming leap.  "Like I've seen her on tv before, or she looks like someone I've seen on tv."

            "No, it wasn't tv."  Arthur drummed his fingers on the tabletop.  "It was an advert for something…"  He snapped his fingers.  "That's it, you look like the lady who's the mascot for Barmaid's Own."

            "The alcohol consortium?"  I'd heard of them before, but for the life of me I couldn't think of who their spokeswoman was.

            The blonde sighed and set down her spoon, her shoulders settling into a let's get this over with posture.  "That would be because she's my mother."

            "But that would make you a Stanley…your parents own Barmaid's Own…you're rich…"

            The blonde gave Arthur a so what glare.  "And if I am?"

            Arthur shrugged.  "Then I get to talk with an honest to Freya rich person for once.  Never met too many of them back home."

            "Sure, talk.  The next thing I know you'll be asking to borrow money…and then…"

            I stared at the blonde, who was getting a bit hysterical.  "What's your problem, you're acting like you've got the world's largest chip on your shoulder?"

            "Maybe I do.  You're all normal, and I'm not."

            "I can't believe you said that while sitting across from a woman who's a giant penis from the waist up." Chier remarked dryly.

            "But you had a choice to be that way.  I was born like this and…"

            "Like what?" Everyone froze before turning to look at me.  "What?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed by all the staring.  "She looks pretty normal to me.  Apart from a terrible taste in sweaters."  I paused a sec, a thought running across my mind.  "And can we please get your name at least, so we don’t have to keep talking about you obliquely?"

            "Elizabeth…Elizabeth Stanley."  She let out a long sigh.  "I'm sorry for my outburst, but I was hoping to work someplace where I wouldn't be recognized…and judged, by what my parents have done."

    And you chose to work at an alchemy company? I thought.  Wouldn’t that be the most likely place for someone to recognize you?

            The cockwoman took another bite of chicken tender.  "Now that you've calmed down, can we at least see this change you're so flustered about?"

            "Chier!" I exclaimed.  "Can't you see she's embarrassed by it?"

            The blonde shook her head.  "No, she's right.  I need to get over this."

            Elizabeth reached down and pulled off her ugly sweater.  Underneath she wore a very pretty, custom made blouse.  The latter was necessitated by the fact it was designed to cradle four breasts.  Scratch that, six breasts, I could see another pair poking up from just above the table's edge.

            "So you have extra breasts?"  Arthur took large bite of the unidentifiable hunk of meat that was serving as his lunch.  Around a mouthful he continued, "I have a second dick."

            Chier perked up.  "Really?  In front next to the first?"

            Arthur winced slightly.  "I wish.  It's in back, between me cheeks.  Stupid cockfish, must have been half blind."

            I couldn't help but snort at that image, which caused everyone to look at me again.

            "It's your turn Becca.  What changes are you hiding?"

            I shook my head.  "Nothing.  I'm a boring old bog standard human."

            "I doubt that will last long around here." Elizabeth remarked cryptically.

            Chier tilted her glans.  "I'm more interested to know why an untransformed human, one who's not an alchemist, would want to work for an alchemy company."

            "You see…it's kind of a long story…."

Chapter 3

            "We'll start this little walk-about on our factory floor."

            The speaker was Chelsea Carter, my supervisor.  After lunch the new hire group had broken up, each of swept off with a senior member of our division.  Chelsea was about ten years older than me, a medium height blonde.  If you kept your eye below neck level she looked quite ordinary, however Chelsea's face played host to a giant vagina that replaced her mouth and nose.  Consequently she spoke telepathically, which I always experienced with a slight static tinny.

            "This is where we manufacture and test our various machines."  Chelsea gestured to the door, which had a large logo in the center.  The circle had several vague chrome shapes in the background and the letters TMP emblazoned in the foreground.

            My guide swiped a card from the lanyard around her neck through a heavy card reader, causing the door to beep and click open.  Chelsea held it wide for me to slip through before stepping in herself.  The room beyond was massive, up to three stories tall in places  It was subdivided into sections by thick Plexiglas walls, with airlocks to facilitate movement between the compartments.  I could see everything from completed machines on one side of the room, to tottering piles of miscellaneous parts
on the other.

            "Let's see…who's working on something interesting.  Ah, here we go."

            I followed my guide down the narrow passage that ran down the side of the compartments.  Chelsea stopped before one that was full of people and swiped her card to get in.

            "Hey, look who showed up." one of the workers called.  He was an ordinary looking man, save for the fact he had scaly and spiny eyebrows like a lizard.

            "Afternoon Brows, just thought I'd pop in and check in on you and the gang." Chelsea replied.

            "Who's your friend?"  The worker who asked this was so fat he was almost spherical.  I couldn't fathom how he made it in through the airlock.

            "Gentleman, may I present Becca Caldwell.  She's going to be working with me and the Presses design team upstairs.  Becca, Brows and his gang here are the fabrication crew for the transformation machines and presses we design. In no particular order we have Burns, Boulder, Brownie, Boffin, Bueller, and…hang on, where's Bouncer?"

            "Getting changed." replied the fat man, who I had a sneaking suspicion was Boulder.  "We were going to quality test the new machine we built, but the volunteer didn't show up.  So Bouncer’s going in instead."

            "Which machine do they have you building now?"

            The question was a fielded by a man with such prodigious mutton chops that he had to be Burns. "Another Costumizer.  The company heads want a whole batch of them assembled before Demon's Eve comes around."

            "Oh, this we have to see.  Do you guys mind if we stick around for the show?"

            "Sure, we always love spectators."  This came from the oldest member of the group, whose white hair had completely retreated from the top of his head to reinforce colonies on the sides.  He was wearing glasses thick enough to crisp ants and a white lab coat with Boffin emblazoned on the side in large friendly letters.

            "And they're going to love seeing this, especially when they find out what Bouncer's wearing." sniggered Boulder.

            The group passed the next few minutes in idle chit chat while waiting for the man of the hour to arrive.  When he did, my jaw couldn't help but drop.  Around me, several other people were unable to fully suppress their mirth.  The man was huge, easily 6-6 and two hundred pounds of muscles.  This is normally the opposite of funny, but the costume stretched over his large frame was what made it comical.  Clearly the Sally Sheepherder costume was sized for the volunteer, as it was practically skintight and the skirt was short enough to cause decency issues in public.  In one hand he clutched a candy cane striped crook, which proportionally was closer to a cane.

            "Laugh it up." Bouncer rumbled.  "Just wait until one of you draws the short straw next time."  When they continued to chortle, Bouncer just rolled his eyes.  "Let's just get this over with."

            Bouncer strode over to the machine in the center of the room and Brows opened it for him.  It was a cylinder about ten feet tall and four in diameter, with plenty of space in the interior.  Once Bouncer was inside, Brows shut the curved doors and secured the seals.  "Alright boys, final check and then we'll fire it up."

            Becca and I stood off to the side while the gang of fabricators swung into action.  Pressure and power readings bounced back and forth across the room as the Costumizer hissed and rumbled to life.  Visually, there wasn't much to see, everything was contained within the giant chrome cylinder.  After about five minutes, Brows called, "That's long enough.  Run the final purge sequence and then let's get our boy out of there."

            Switches were flipped and levers yanked.  The front door of the Costumizer popped open, spilling swirling mist into the room.  The cloud was deep enough to block any hint of the changed figure inside.

            "Well boys, what do you think?"  The voice that drifted out from the Costumizer was worlds different from Bouncer's previous rumble.  It you were able to distil the essence of feminine sexuality and lacquer it across the stings of a harp played by a master…you'd only get in the general vicinity.

            When the remade Bouncer stepped out into the room proper, my jaw wasn't the only one to drop.  Bouncer had lost almost a foot of height but expanded in every other direction.  The Sally Sheepherder outfit was just as stretched at before, only now it looked designed to be skintight.  The corset section cradled Bouncer's two huge breasts, each looking to be larger than my head.  The wide, floor length skirt hid most of the lower body details, though I thought I caught a glimpse of a bright white high heel.

            Bouncer's formerly military short blonde hair now fell to the mid back range, spiraling in drill curls that normally only existed in anime.  The top of Bouncer's head was hidden by a dark blue beret that matched the sky blue and white of the rest of the outfit.

            Burns was the first to regain his powers of speech and jest.  "Dam Bouncer, now we're going to have to take down all the boys only signs around here."

            The buxom blonde pouted, her pornstar quality face and its perfect make-up dripping in sex appeal.  "Are you saying you don't want me here anymore?"

            "No…I mean…" Burns stammered.

            Something whipped out from behind Bouncer and snagged Burns by the waist.  It was the shepherd's crook the large man had carried into the Costumizer, only now it appeared from the back of Bouncer's skirt like a tail.  Bouncer used the crook to tug Burns over before planting a huge kiss right on the man's lips.  The crook tail let go and Burns stumbled back, stunned.

            Bouncer giggled,breaking the sex icon image.  "The look on your face.  Don't worry boys, we don't have to change the signage just yet.  This is still a boy's club."

            Bouncer used the crook tail to lift her skirt’s front, revealing that this shepherd still had her sheep.  Bouncer's dick and balls were still there, looking double the size under a thick layer of wool.

            "Wow…I…Bouncer…"

            The pout returned.  "I don't look like a Bouncer much anymore, do I?  I was thinking along the lines of…Bountiful."

            By the way the rest of the gang was nodding along, the newly christened Bountiful would be the queen bee of the group for the foreseeable future.

            "Well that was exciting, but we still have lots to see today, come along Becca."

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            The rest of the day flew by in a daze.  Becca took me to see some of the other projects her division was working on, before leading me upstairs to meet with the design team.  If I'm honest, it was going to take days to remember the names of everyone I met.

            Before I knew it I was walking back down the corridor by the manufacturing floor with Chelsea.  This time, I noticed all the pictures on the wall.  They came in two kinds.  One set were groups of people standing beside various machines they'd built.  I recognized several of the people I'd met that afternoon, standing next to machines that had blitzed by in the conversations.

            The second type of pictures were before and after shots of volunteers who had helped test the machines.  There was already one up for Bouncer and Bountiful, but that change was relatively normal compared to some of the others.  One had a smiling woman on one side, while the other half of the frame contained some giant worm creature.  Beside that hung a picture that depicted what appeared to be a family of five beside a very kinky dining table set.

            But the one picture that caused me to stop for a second look was actually a relatively minor change.  On the left was a smiling blonde woman, while on the right was the familiar pussy faced version standing beside me.  "Chelsea, you never told me you were a volunteer for one of the machines."

            My guide shrugged.  "What, did you think my face came this way?  I was an early test subject for the Penetrator machine they launched last year.  At the time I'd just started dating a cockwoman, so it worked out perfectly."  Chelsea's vertical lips twisted into a rough approximation of a smile. "But that's a story for tomorrow.  Work is done for today, and I owe you a drink for your first successful day at work."

@ Lily, I've learned my lesson trying to out extreme other writers on this forum.  There will be a few odd chapters, but for the most part the changes fall on the low to mid side of the bizarre scale.  On the other hand, that lets me be more creative than genitals everywhere and mix in a few other kinks as well.  Plus like you said, it makes a nice change of pace.  So without further ado, here's this week's chapter.

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Chapter 4

            I sat in my cube, my eyes flicking between the computer screen, the sheets of paper on my desk, and the calculator in one hand.  In most organizations, it would be months before I was allowed to work on a project, yet here I was on my first Friday trying to figure out why the fluid flows on the Pornstar Press kept clogging.  At least I finally understood why CMAL hired someone like me with no alchemy experience.  Fluids were fluids and pipes were pipes.  It didn't matter if it was water in a building, gas in a car, or D-cum in a transformation machine.

            "Any luck?"

            I nearly jumped out of my seat at Chelsea's words behind me.  Damn she could be sneaky at times.  Spinning around in my chair I faced my supervisor.  "I think so.  Due to the nature of the machine you have some tight bends in the pipes.  I think you'll need to use a wider inner diameter to prevent the turbulent flow that's causing the clogs.  Granted this is just hand calcs but…"

            "It's a good place to start.” Chelsea finished.  "I'll have Abby and Tabby double check your math and see if the fix is that easy.  But that's not why I came over here.  Want to go see another machine test?"

            I rubbed my temples, where a slight headache had developed over the last hour.  "If it gets me a reprieve from number crunching I'll do it."

            Getting up from my desk, I followed Chelsea out of our offices and back down to the manufacturing floor.  The gang from earlier in the week was there, including Bountiful in her ridiculously sexy outfit.  By the way she was carrying a gas cylinder taller than I was over one shoulder, Bountiful hadn't lost any strength with the change.

            "Alright boys, the boss is here so we can get started." Brows called from his place behind a workstation.

            "Come on Brows, you know we're the same rank." Chelsea teased.  "Just because I said your cock wasn't big enough to satisfy me is no reason to think yourself inferior."  This brought on laughs from the manufacturing crew, including Brows.

            "True, but at least I come by my size honestly.  And before we scare her away, I'd like to introduce you to our volunteer for today's test.  Say hello Katie."

            For the first time I noticed there was another woman in the room.  I should have noticed right away, as she was fully naked and leaning against the giant chrome machine in the center of the room.  Between the tattoos, piercings, and half shaven head, Katie gave off the bad girl vibe something fierce.  "Pleasure to meet'cha." she exclaimed, coming over to shake our hands. "I'm grateful for the opportunity you're giving me today."

            "Brows, as Becca's new, why don't you give her a rundown on what's about to happen."

            "It's quite simple." the scaly eyebrowed man responded, rising from his workstation and striding over to the machine.  "What we're testing here today is a prototype of the Clothing Press.  Like it says on the tin, it presses people into clothes.  Katie, if you'd hop up here and lay down…"  Brows gestured to a conveyer like section on the right side of the machine, a double sized version of the kind found in every supermarket.  The punk woman smiled and did as directed, laying down with her feet a few inches from the boxy center of the machine.

            "Once we fire up the press, Katie here will be slowly fed into the rollers in the center."  Brows tapped the rectangular center section.  "They're coated with a special D-cum mixture, to make the change run smoother.  Then she'll pop out the other side, ready to be worn."  Brows gestured to the other side of the machine, where there was an identical conveyor belt.  "Sound simple enough?"

            "Simpler than I'm sure the actual process is."

            "Damn right.  Ok Katie, you ready to go?"  The supine woman raised a thumbs up.  "Boulder, fire up the rollers."  From across the room, the nearly spherical man flipped a few switches before yanking a leaver.  There was a grinding sound, followed by the humming of machinery spinning to life.

            "Last chance to back out Katie."

            "Demons Brows, send me through already."

            "Your wish is my command.  Bountiful?"

            The sexy sheepherder hit a few buttons on her console and the conveyor under Katie slowly came to life.  Inch by slow inch, her feet edged toward the hungry mouth of the machine.

            "Any pain or discomfort?" Brows asked clinically, standing by the machine as Katie's feet disappeared inside it.

            "No, just pressure followed by numbness.  I can't wiggle my toes anymore."

            "That's to be expected.  Keep feeding her in slow Bountiful."

            The process continued smoothly up to Katie's waste.  Chelsea pulled me over to the far side of the machine, where Katie's feet were finally emerging.  To my surprise they still looked completely normal.  At least, normal in the sense they still had toes and all.  I was expected something like stockings to come out the far side.  After all, Chelsea had called this a Clothing Press.  Although, Katie's feet were so flat they almost appeared to be stockings.

            "If you're going to scratch your nose you better do it now."  Brows said from the other side of the machine.  "As you're about to spend the rest of your life immobile."

            Over the next few minutes, I stood and watched as the rest of Katie's body passed through the machine.  Eventually I was looking at a flattened version of the punk woman laying on the conveyor belt.  Or at least most of a flattened version.  For some reason Katie's head and neck had disappeared.  Between that and the large slit running from the crotch to the hole between her shoulders, Katie now appeared to be nothing more than a strangely flesh colored bodysuit.

            Brows came over and waved a sensor that looked like a cop's radar gun over the flattened form.  "Hmm, she should have changed fully by now.  We might have missed some sort of catalyst."  He tapped the side of the sensor, thinking.  "No choice, one of us is going to have to try her on."

            Considering Katie had been 5'4" and the shortest of the guys was at least 5'10", this was going to be like stretching a sock over a bowling ball.  Bountiful was closest to the right size, but from what I'd read about the Costumizer the outfit was actually a part of her and couldn't come off.

            "You're up, Becca."

            I turned and looked blankly at my supervisor.  "Pardon?"

            "Someone needs to try her on and we're the closest in size.  But as I'm senior, I'm delegating the task to you." When I opened my mouth to complain, she added,  "Think of it as a rite of passage.  Everyone here gets called on to try out products once in awhile"

            My lips moved silently for a few seconds like a goldfish popping bubbles while my brain tried to come up with an excuse.  The fact that everyone was now looking at me didn't help any.  With a sigh, I realized there was no way out of this.  "Fine, I'll do it.  Is there a bathroom somewhere I can get changed?  I refuse to do so out here in the open."

            "Of course." Bountiful remarked as she picked the suit off the conveyor.  "Follow me and I'll show you."

            I followed the sexy sheepherder out of the module and toward a set of doors.  They had once been labeled changing rooms, before someone had come along with a sharpie and replaced the first word with locker.  Underneath that was a list of things not allowed inside.  Most of it was sensible, like D-cum, magically active creatures, or glassware, but I was curious to know why people named Fred were banned from entering.

            Inside the locker room was much the same as the one in my high school.  Metal storage racks of all sizes, capable of holding everything from a wallet to a medium sized person.  Bountiful led me over to the side, where there were a set of doors running the length of the room.  The sharpie bandit had been here too, as the Personal Changing Rooms were missing the middle word.

            "Got ahead and pop into one.  I'll wait for you out here.  Don't hesitate to shout if you have any problems."

            I picked a door at random and stepped inside.  Inside a full length mirror took up the left wall, while a low bench hogged the right.  Across from me were some shelves for temporarily storing clothes.  At least that's what I assumed they were for.  Several were currently home to various kinds of lubes and talcs, along with a half dozen sex toys.  Personal room indeed.

            I quickly divested myself of my clothes and set them on an open shelf.  Then I focused my attention on the bodysuit Bountiful had handed me before I stepped inside.  The material was stretchy, almost rubbery, but strangely still had the warmth and feel of human skin.  Creepy.

            It was evident that putting on the suit would be a tight fit, so I set it down to peruse the assembled ranks of lubricants.  I found one for both external use and for use with magically active clothing.  Smearing it all over my legs and lower body was awkward, especially as it smelled suspiciously like human body fluids.

            Once I was lubed up, I was ready to slide Katie on.  Just like I expected, she was a tight fit.  The inside of the suit, something I should have checked first, was bright pink and slimy, which made the process easier.  I got Katie up to my hips before I paused to lubricate my torso and arms.  For once I was thankful for my lack of curves, as it made pulling Katie all the way up easier.

            Once I got my arms into place I turned and examined my reflection in the mirror.  From the neck down I appeared to be a totally different woman, one with a wide variety of tattoos.  Some of them had once been Katie's piercings, now 2-d in the proper locations.

            The gap in the front of the suit ruined the image, so I tried to hold it closed.  I don't know if this was the catalyst Brows was talking about or what, but as soon as the two sides touched they stuck to my skin like glue.  This set off a whole range of effects, with the suit tightening and flexing around me.  My cry of alarm turned into a moan of pleasure as what felt like hands caressed my breasts.  Then the brush of a tongue against my lower lips….

            Katie, it had to be Katie.  Somehow she was still conscious within the suit and now that I'd put it on, I was all hers.  A helpless toy that Katie was all too excited to play with.  She had access to nearly every sensitive spot on my skin and she played me like a master musician.  Time seemed to lose cohesion as I was brought to the brink once, twice, again and again before….

            I'll preface this by saying I was a sexual novice at this point.  Of my two boyfriends, neither had gotten beyond heavy petting.  I'd experimented a few times with toys, but without great results.  So when I say the orgasm that resulted from Katie's ministrations blew my mind, I'm being both literal and figurative.  I blanked out for a few seconds, coming back to find myself slumped on the bench and leaning heavily on the wall.  My breathing was ragged and my face was red enough to stop traffic.  But I couldn't take my eyes away from my altered reflection.

            Katie's form had…changed.  She was no longer a flesh tone bodysuit.  Instead I now appeared to be wearing a business suit of contrasting inky blacks and crimson reds.  I reached down and instead of finding cotton or silk, was confronted with the feel of rubber.  I could feel this suit shifting around my body, hugging my few curves and enhancing everywhere it went.

            I got unsteadily to my feet, which now appeared to be clad in latex stocking, and tottered over to the mirror.  The outfit I wore was in a tug of war between businesslike and sexy, with both positions scoring major points.  I'd never worn a skirt this short in my life, not even when my friends finally talked me into going out to a party during college.  The tops of my stocking and garters were showing, for demon's sake.

            I was so embarrassed about the outfit I couldn't stand to wear it a moment longer.  However, it resisted all attempts for me to pull it off.  The shirt and stockings were practically painted on the fit was so tight, and the jacket and skirt were anchored just as firmly.  Great, I was going to have to walk out there and let the gang see me like this.  If my face got any redder with embarrassment, it would match my shirt.  If only this outfit had come with heels, so I wouldn't have to walk out barefoot.

            Seconds after this thought passed through my brain, the stockings  around my feet began to melt and reform.  My entire body rose as stiletto spikes poked out of my heels and my arms windmilled wildly to prevent myself falling over.  By the time I caught my balance, my feet were now in possession of a heel apiece, as tightly molded and unremovable as everything else.  Huh, so my new outfit could shapeshift.

            "Are you alright in there?" Bountiful's voice called from the other side of the door.  "It's been nearly ten minutes."

            Ten…minutes?  That seemed simultaneously both far too long and far too short a time for what had transpired inside the room.  Unsteady in the heels, I made my way over to the door and opened it.  Bountiful eyed me critically as I stepped into the locker room.  "Hmm, we might not have to change as many things as I thought.  Come along, the boys are going to want to have a good look at you."

            That idea was almost enough to make me flee back into the personal room and slam the door, but I found myself striding after Bountiful in a daze.  When we arrived back at the Clothing Press, there were a few wolf whistles.

            "Looking good Becca."

            "I knew there was a sexy minx in there somewhere, just waiting to come out."

            Brows was thankfully silent as he came over and scanned me with the sensor gun.  One scaly ridge rose as he examine the results.  "Tell me what happened when you first put on the suit."

            Word by painful word, they pulled out of me the massive orgasm I'd had in the personal room.  "Interesting." Brows remarked as he stroked his chin.  "I think I know what happened.  The clothes created by the press were supposed to be fixed form.  This would allow them to survive on ambient mana.  Somehow Katie ended up variable form, but without enough mana to activate herself until she bonded to you during orgasm."

            "Bonded, what do you mean bonded?" I squeaked.  "You mean I can't take her off?"

            "What I mean is that there's an essence link between you two.  Katie is able to pull on the energy of your sexuality to change her form.  You should be able to take her off, once she lets you, but you'll still have to wear her often to prevent starving Katie of essence."

            "How often is often?" I asked, dreading the answer.

            Brows cocked his head, considering.  "I'd have to run tests to be sure, but three to four days a week is a good estimate.  More if you have her change forms a lot."  When my face fell Brows added, "Look on the bright side, you're about to save a fortune on outfits."

            "Only if I don't mind looking like a pin-up star."  I tugged on the ends of my skirt in the vain hope it would grow longer.  "This is going to make taking showers a real pain."

            Without warning, the business suit shrunk away until I was left wearing only a bikini.  A tiny bikini.  Made of chainmail.  That left nearly everything exposed.  I shrieked and tried to hide behind Bountiful's voluminous skirts.

            "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Chelsea remarked, while the rest of the manufacturing gang laughed.

I am really liking this series Redstar. This is reminding me a lot of your Suzi's Story series. I don't even really mind anymore that my piece is being put on hold for this. Really good stuff, keep em coming.

   Chapter 7

            When I woke up in bed the next morning, I was by myself.  I sat up slowly, blinking away sleep, and missing the warm spot that had so recently been occupied by Elizabeth.  I looked down and saw that at some point during the night, Katie had copied the blonde's cow onesie.  Only mine was skintight and appeared to actually be made out of leather.  Getting out of bed I said to my outfit, "Katie, do you mind shifting into something I can actually wear outside."

            The reply was a groping of my breasts and a lick of my pussy before the leather rippled and melted like the living liquid it was.  Pale skin bled through until my outfit reformed into something you might find on a lonely cowboy's calendar.  Too short white and grey striped shirt tied just under my breasts, leaving my red bra perfectly visible.  Blue denim shorts so short they barely qualified as underwear.  And of course, cowboy boots.  All I was missing was a hat and I'd be ready for a day on the ranch.

            "You do realize, with my skin tone I'm going to burn in less than a half hour with this much skin showing."

            I could feel Katie rolling her eyes as material just a shade darker than my normal flesh rolling out of my minimal outfit and covering my exposed skin in a thin protective layer.  Katie even crawled up to cover my face, which was an odd feeling akin to wearing too much make-up.

            "Who are you talking to?" Elizabeth asked as she stepped out of the bathroom.  Judging by the brush in one hand, she'd been in the middle of de-tangling her hair.

            "My outfit." I replied, gesturing downward.  "Sometimes I miss getting dressed in the morning without negation."

            Katie gave my nipples a tweak as if to say No you don't.

            Elizabeth rolled her eyes.  "It's sad to say that doesn't even register on my strangeness radar anymore.  Give me a sec to get dressed and we can head down to breakfast.  I'm starving."

            While Elizabeth retrieved a pair of jeans and a wool shirt from her bags, I built up the courage to ask what had been on my mind since I woke up this morning.  "Elizabeth, about last night…"

            "Nothing happened last night."  She shrugged and started slipping on her shirt.  "Just two women sleeping in the same bed on a business trip.  Nothing sexy about it."

            "Oh."  I replied lamely, not sure how to take the blonde's comments.

            We were just about to step out the door when Elizabeth added, "That isn't to say…at some point in the future…if the circumstances are similar…the end result might be different."  By the blush on the blonde's face, she felt just as confused as I did.

            I put a comforting arm around Elizabeth's shoulder.  "That's all I wanted to hear.  Now come on, I'm starving too and I can smell bacon cooking.

            There was indeed bacon, augmented by eggs and toast.  Kira, the large horse-woman who ran the ranch, was flittering around the kitchen far quicker than I expected for someone her size.  "Breakfast will be ready in a minute." she called as Elizabeth and I entered the dining room.

            Already at the table was a couple I hadn't seen before.  They were a remarkable study in contrasts.  The woman was short and solidly built.  Not fat, but with a thick layer of padding that brought out her curves.  Her hair and skin were dark, nearly as black as the coffee in the cup she was holding.  The man, on the other hand, was as tall and skinny as a rail.  His hair was cut short and almost completely colorless.  At first I thought he might be some kind of albino, but his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.

            Putting on my sociable face, I sat down at the table opposite them.  "Good morning.  I'm Becca, and my companion is Elizabeth."

            The woman shook my outstretched hand.  "Charmed.  I'm Desdrie and this is my husband Xavier."

            "Morning."  The man bobbed his head and took another sip of his tea.

            Elizabeth sat down beside me. "I didn't realize there were other guests currently staying here."

            "We got in early." Desdrie explained.

            "Red eye airship."  Xavier ran his hand through his white blonde hair.  "Glad we won't have to deal with those things anymore.  How about you girls?  Are you excited for your upcoming transformations?"

            Elizabeth and I shared a look before breaking out into chuckles.  After thirty seconds of enduring Xavier's raised eyebrow of confusion, I said, "We're not here to get transformed sir.  Elizabeth and I work for Crimson Moon alchemy labs.  We're here helping transfer supplies and install a new transformation machine."

            "That makes a bit more sense.  I was going to tell you to go out and enjoy life a bit more before retiring to the quiet transformed life.  Kids these day all seem to want to irrevocably transform themselves so young."

            "Pardon me saying ma'am, but you don't look so old yourself."  By my best guess, Desdrie and Xavier looked to be in their mid to late thirties.

            "It's not the years, it's the mileage."  Xavier set down his tea.  "Des and I are…were high powered corporate lawyers.  Eighty to hundred hour weeks, airshipping all over the continent…it was amazing we had time to fall in love and get married."

            "One day we decided enough was enough.  That we'd finally earned time for ourselves."

            Further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the senior members of our group.  The guys and Bountiful made bee-lines toward the coffee dispenser, while Alicia took a seat beside me.  "Hey kids, sleep well?"

            "Fine, thanks." Elizabeth answered from my other side.  "What's wrong with Boulder? I can't tell if he's a zombie or a drunk?"

            Brows sniggered as he sat down opposite Alicia.  "We always rock-paper-scissors to see who gets the bed on trips like these."

            "And he always picks rock?" I guessed.

            Brows nodded and Alicia rolled her eyes.  "I don't know why you guys don't get rooms with two beds like me and Bountiful.  I know this place is supposed to be packed this weekend, but I'm sure they could have managed it."

            Brows just shrugged.  Kira's arrival with heaping platters of breakfast foods put further conversation out of everyone else's minds.  I managed to snag a plateful of everything before Bountiful dumped what was left on her plate and began eating with the ferocity of a starving hyena.  You can put a guy in a hot woman's body, but apparently some bad habits remain.

            It was about ten minutes into breakfast when Chier and Arthur finally arrived.  "There you are sleepyheads," Alicia called.  "You better snag some food before Bountiful inhales it all."  The costumed woman shot Alicia a dark look before shoving another slice of toasts into her mouth.

            "Hurry up and eat." Brows added.  "We only have fifteen more minutes before our ride is supposed to be here."

            "What do you mean?" I asked around a mouthful of bacon.

            "Normally we don't allow vehicles on the ranch." Kira explained as she set down another tray piled high with toast.  "Your truck has a pass because it would be difficult to shift the equipment inside, but for the rest of you we'll provide local transportation."

Chapter 9

            I sighed and set down another box stuffed full of alchemical reagents.  When going on this trip was proposed, I didn't know it would be as manual labor.  At least they had me and Elizabeth on the lighter boxes.  Most of the others were helping with the heavy components of the press.

            When I got back to the truck, Brows was scanning over the remaining contents.  He ran one finger down the list on his clipboard before nodding.  "That's it for this location, but we still need to run loads over to other sections of the ranch."

            "Are we going to drive the truck over there?" I asked.

            Brows shook his head.  "A small wagon should do it.  I asked Alex and Gene to go acquire one for us."

            There was a noise outside the truck that I assumed to be the arrival of the wagon.  Sure enough, there was one parked beside the truck when I climbed back out.  What I didn't expected was to see the rubberpony couple hitched between the front
shafts."

            "A little help?" Alex called.

            "What, you can't get out yourselves?" I asked, walking over.

            "What kind of horses would we be if we could just unhitch ourselves and wander off?" Gene chuckled.

            "It's also good practice for when we've fully changed." Alex added.  "Wandering off blindly would be a bad thing."

            Under their directions, I was able to unhook the pair from between the curving front bars of the wagon.  Each pony was secured in a corset like section that distributed the load along their torso and hooked into the bars near the hips.  Once freed from the confines of her corset Alex began stretching.  "Still trying to get used to the compression." she admitted after catching me staring.

            By this time Elizabeth had arrived and between the four of us we managed to quickly load up the wagon.

            "That should be everything." Brows said after checking his clip-board one last time.  We'll need you to unload that at section 5 HQ and return here for another trip out to section 4."

            "Which is section 5 again?" Elizabeth asked.

            "One is intake and logistics, two is here with the horses, three is the cows, four…which we'll travel through on the way to five…is for unusual crops, and we've taken to calling five the miscellaneous section.  We've lumped all the other farm related transformees there." Gene explained.

            "Pigs, chickens, guards dogs, etc.” Alex added  “Now, let's see if you two can hitch us back up without directions this time."

            It turned out I could, which said more about the simplicity of the system than any mechanical genius on my part.  Elizabeth and I climbed aboard and the rubberponies took off at a trot.

            The four of us chatted for a half hour or so as the wagon meandered between grassy fields and crops at the height of summer.  Eventually we came to a stone gate flanked by wire, which had probably once separated the two farms.  I hopped off to open it and let the wagon through before securing everything behind us.

            We started moving again through fields of crops, only these were like nothing I'd ever seen before.  As if she could read my mind, Gene said, "We invited a bunch of students from Extraordinary Agricultural programs across the Empire and Realm.  There are about twenty plots here, each testing out various transformed plants.

            The first field we came across had what I first thought to be watermelons.  Large green and red spheres nestled between thick vines.  Only I'd never seen watermelons eight feet tall, nor ones with bright red sections on one end where the vine connected that looked suspiciously like areola.  A woman turned from where she had been tinkering with the pipes and hoses that watered the massive melons.  The brunette looked quite ordinary, save for the colossal breasts that pointed out of her chest like a pair of torpedoes.  They were even colored like the giant boobs shading the woman from the afternoon sun.

            "That's Whitney." Alex shouted from her place up front.  "She's from Wasen.  They have a bit of an obsession with large boobs there."

            "Huh?"

            "Festival Lights." Elizabeth explained as we passed into the next plot.  This one was full of tall, skinny trees with wide green, fan like leaves.  They reminded me of banana trees, right down to the bunches of fruit clinging to the tops.  Only these bananas were decidedly phallic, clumps of dicks pointing up from the same point.  The plot after that also had trees, but the fruit dangling from the branches looked oddly like hairless testicles.

            As we pass by a plot of what looked like octopus tentacle kudzu, I spotted something up in the sky.  Shading my gauze, I was able to make out a bizarre figure floating high above.  The main body was a dick, though distance made scale difficult to determine.  On top it had several large breasts, tugging upward like helium filled balloons.  Below the skin looked bumpy or lumpy, as if there were nipples or more breasts underneath.

            "What's that?" I called, pointing skyward.

            "Where?" Elizabeth tried following my pointing finger.

            "That's just Monitor." Gene explained.  "It used to be the communications major boyfriend of one of the interns working these plots.  It transformed to allow for oversight and communication for the distant plots of the ranch.  I don't know if you can make it out all the way up there, but Monitor's bottom side is covered in eye nippled breasts.  Each one sees in slightly different wavelengths, to allow Monitor to observe things like soil moisture content and growth zones."

            "How long can he…she…" Elizabeth struggled a moment to figure out the right gender, "it stay up there?"

              "Up to a week, depending on how much Monitor has to move.  The main body stores nutrients like a camel, while the lifting breasts can expel some of their gasses for propulsion."  Alex couldn't help but giggle.  "Transportation vial farting."

            Monitor to cart 16, did you have a query? a voice asked inside my head.

            "What was that?" Clearly Elizabeth had heard something too.

            "We're fine Monitor.  Our guests just wanted to know about you." Gene responded.  To us the rubberpony added, "Monitor is telepathic and able to pick up surface level brain thoughts.  You can focus its attention on you by thinking its name."

            I would be agreeable to any queries about myself or any other parts of the Ranch within my range.

            The rest of the trip passed with Monitor playing tour guide to the various plots we passed.  I learned about pitcher plants that lived off of human sexual energy, healing trees that could cure cancer by encased the patient fully save their face for seven years, and how the far flung workers used the bathroom.  I also learned about Monitor itself, including the fact it still had an active sexual relationship with its former human partner.  I learned far more than I wanted to about how to please your partner with twin vine dicks.  Our conversations only ended when Monitor said it had to take another call and I could see the buildings of our destination rising up behind the crops in the distance.

It will take a while.  My outline goes up to chapter 24 so far (~2 arcs into the future).  My margin on the other hand is getting low, so I need to start working on chapters again over the following weeks.

Chapter 11

            The next morning we were all crammed into the horse barn.  Brows, Bountiful, and Boulder were running last minute checks on the Corral Press, while Alicia did something off on her own in the corner.  I stood with Desdrie and Xavier, who watched the goings on with nervous excitement.

            "Has it sunk in yet?" I asked the couple, before pointing over to where Elizabeth and Chier were playing with one of the ass-horses.  "That in a very short space of time, you'll be one of those creatures."

            Desdrie chuckled.  "Honey, if you could see through my clothes you'd find my panties are sopping wet and my nipples are about to cut through my bra.  I haven't been this excited since…" she gave her husband a coy glance, "probably since the first time we were together."

            "I don't remember much of that night." Xavier joked.  "All the blood was in my dick instead of my brain."

            Desdrie reached down and fondled her husband's visibly straining erection.  "Kind of like now?"

            "Kind of like now." Xavier echoed, giving his wife a kiss.

            They were interrupted by a harrumph from Brows.  "If you two are done, we're ready for you now."

            The couple turned to the scaly browed mechanic, grinned, and engaged in an even more passionate lip lock.  I rolled my eyes as they tried to disrobe despite being attached at the face.  Needless to say much fabric was torn.

            After about five minutes we managed to get the now naked couple separated and over to the Corral Press.  The machine was large, almost six feet from the floor to the open doors of the clamshell top, and just as long.  Bountiful directed Desdrie to lay down on the padded central bench, face up and with her butt right on the edge.  I knelt down to guide the dark skinned woman's feet into the boxy sections on the ground, as Bountiful's voluminous skirts got in the way.

            When the dark skinned woman was in place, Xavier stepped into indentations on the far side and leaned down over his wife in the 69 position.  Due to their differences in height, Xavier's face was at his wife's crotch, while his own rock hard erection
poked at the top of Desdrie's head.

            "Comfortable?" Brows asked, checking readings on the side of the machine.  "Last chance to back out."

            "I'm surprisingly comfortable." Desdrie replied.  "Though I wish I was a bit taller so I could show my husband the attention he's lavishing on me."  She squeaked.  "Xavier, wait until the dome closes at least!"

            "Sorry love, couldn't resist." Xavier grinned before darting his tongue once again into the curls at the fork of his wife's legs.

            "Try not to shift too much, I'm closing the dome." Brows instructed.  Before the chrome metal slid shut Desdrie shot me a playful smile and wink.

            Beside the machine, Boulder was showing Sherman how to use the console.  The fat man would explain everything, then stand back and supervise as the rancher ran the press through its paces.  There was a pneumatic hiss and gurgle as hidden tanks released.   I stood and watched silently as the Corral Press went about its work.

            My first sign that something was happening was when the exposed skin of the couple's butts began to change color.  Most of Xavier's skin darkened to a chocolate brown to match his wife's, while Desdrie's crotch gained a few white patches. Flesh flowed on Desdrie's side as her lower half flipped itself into a mirror image, now butt out and crotch down.  I could see the swell of flesh right above her vagina, the conjoined beast's new dick sliding into place.

            "How are we looking Boulder?" Brows asked from his side of the machine.

            "Good boss." the large man rumbled back.  "I'll hit the releases in another thirty seconds."

            Said seconds seemed to tick on forever before Boulder finally shut the process down.  There was a loud hiss of steam as the inner chamber was sterilized and any possible remaining d-cum mixture was pushed off into tanks.  Boulder hit another button and the clamshell doors on top slowly slid open.  The entire machine tilted, one door rising higher than the other, to allow the now quadruped creature to slide free.

            What had once been two people now looked like two Freyan Anuswomen, stuck together Vaginawoman style.  Both ends of the creature ended in a pair of fleshy butt cheeks, but the "head" was identifiable by the fact it was closest to the heavy hanging breasts.  That, and the genitals that were on the far side.  By how erect the dick was and how moist the now hairless crotch, the ass-horse was very excited about its new form.

            "My part is done." Brows said to the four armed woman who had watched the entire transformation in silent
contemplation.  "You're up Alicia."

            Under Brows' direction, Elizabeth and I guided the ass-horse across the barn and over to where Alicia had set up her supplies.  Aided by Bountiful's strength, Alicia guided what I first mistook as a set of saddlebags onto the ass-horse's back.  Only instead of bags, there were two large pink udders on each side the size of soccer balls.  The alchemist adjusted the straps to hold the udders in place then stood back.  "It should take a few minutes for the secondary transformation to take place."

            It wasn't like we had anywhere else to be, so the gathered group stood and waited.  Slowly the straps holding the udders in place tightened until it was impossible to distinguish them from the ass-horse's darkened skin.  Skin that was plumping up, as the creature's mass increased by a good 20%.  Strong muscle was hidden under a layer of fat, which was further hidden under a short layer of dark brown fur with white splotches like a Holstein's.  Crouching down, I could see a second pair of breasts had grown in under the creature's body.  Both they and the original pair were topped with three inch long, very phallic looking nipples.

            Around the five minute mark Alicia began circling the ass-horse…which was now more of an ass-cow.  "Everything looks good." she affirmed.  "Congratulations Sherman, on the newest addition to your herd."

Chapter 13

            Exhausted, I climbed the stairs back toward the room I was sleeping in.  Elizabeth was right behind me, looking just as deflated.  It was Sunday night, and we'd finally finished two full days of transformations.  The Corral Press had run practically non-stop, squishing dozens couples into new forms.  About half of those that would stay on the Ranch would remain as horses, while the rest got the saddlebags treatment to turn them into cows.  Tamara couldn't stop smiling all weekend, as she guided the ass-cows into the stalls for their first milkings.  She wasn't the only one.  Irene was beyond pleased that one of the couples had agreed to be her first charge, the horse getting a second potion that shrunk its size and coated the creature in a thick coat of fuzzy fur.  Irene spent the rest of the weekend leading it around on a leash like a prized showdog.  I never got the chance to ask exactly where the satyress managed to attach the leash.

            There were other farm based transformations as well.  Alice and Cleo, the second rubberpony pair, arrived with the wagon transporting the first ass-cow (who was now named Chocolate).  They looked similar enough to be sisters, both tall and built like runners.  I couldn't help but notice that Cleo kept adjusting the panty covering her crotch, which was starting to bulge in the center in a very familiar way.

            Alex and Gene invited me to the initial dressing of the newest rubberpony pair, Meghan and Carl.  Like the furthest along rubberponies, the couple had also decided on the gender flip option.  Several times I caught them staring at their respective futures, as if wondering what it would be like to have such a thick penis between their legs, or such large breasts hanging from their chests.

            In the rush I hadn't made it out to the unusual plant fields, even though I knew we planted a few volunteers over the weekend.  I did carve out a few hours to check on team bacon again, who were welcoming a new member of their own.  Bridget was practically in a swoon about how much meat the conjoined couple would be able to put out.  The tauric anthro pig was so large I wondered if they would be able to even make it through the front door of the house.  I also said high to Gertrude, who looked much happier after her first trip into the pod.  Her stomach was already swollen for her next lay as she introduced me to her sister Prudence, who was also a chick.

            "I can't wait to take a shower and lay down for a bit."  Elizabeth's words brought me back to the present and I fished out the key to our room.  As my outfit was (theoretically) self cleaning, I let Elizabeth use the shower first.  I used the time to write down a few new ideas in my journal.  I was going to have to check their feasibility when we finally got back to the office.

            Elizabeth stepped out of the bathroom, dressed for bed, and I took her place.  Katie shrunk down to the thinness of a dental floss bikini while I soaked in the endless warm water.  When I was finished, my outfit stretched back over my body, shedding all the trapped water.  One benefit of a living outfit was never needing a towel.  Katie cloned Elizabeth's cow onesie, loose and flowing to match my relaxed mood, and I left the bathroom.

            Elizabeth was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling when I entered.  "Becca, can I ask you a questions?"

            "You just did." I joked.  "But I would be willing to entertain another.”

            "Were you…" the blonde began hesitantly, "were you as affected by all the people we worked with this weekend as I was?"

            "I don't understand the question?" I replied, not sure where Elizabeth was going with this.

            "I'm always thought of transformations as shameful." the blonde admitted.  "The ruining of a good body.  The only reason I came to work at Crimson Moon was they paid twice what anyone else would for my chemistry expertise.  And if someone does have to change…they should be able to do so knowing exactly what is going to happen.  Better a well refined product by an experienced institution, then raw cum scraped from a demon's bedroom by an amateur."

            "But now you feel differently?"

            Elizabeth nodded.  "Seeing all those happy people this weekend, both before and after their changes…I started to think that transforming might not be so bad after all."  The blonde's cheeks took on a crimson hue.  "It even start to…to turn me on.  To take ordinary people and change them into sexual beasts."  There was movement from the flap at Elizabeth crotch, as her hose slithered it's way free like a snake on the prowl.

            I felt a flush creep into my own cheeks and suddenly I wanted to be as far away from here as possible.  At least until Elizabeth cooled back down.  "I need some air." I said quickly, making my way toward the door.

            "Becca, wait." Elizabeth scrambled off the bed to follow.  "I'm sorry I asked, please don't go."

            She caught up as I stepped into the hallway, pressing me into the door opposite.  "Please, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make this whole incident embarrassing."

            "I…" my brain locked up as the sounds coming through the door behind me made it into my brain.  "Do you hear that?"

            "What?" Elizabeth stepped close, pressing her ear to the door near my shoulder.  After about thirty seconds she jumped back, as if the wood had suddenly become scorching hot.  "Is that…are they…doing what I think they're doing?"

            "Are you asking if Arthur and Chier are screwing their respective brains out…the answer is probably yes."  I shouldn't have been surprised, not with how the pair had acted earlier in the evening.  They had probably gotten as turned on as Elizabeth at all the changes happening around them.  And if I was honest with myself, I had been aroused just the same.  If I wasn't sharing a room I'd probably be mummified on the bed right now, screaming into a gag as Katie went at my lower holes with large dildos.

            "Becca…I…" Elizabeth began before swallowing.  "I have another question.  One I probably wouldn't ask, if the time and place were different.  But would you…would you like to have sex with me?"  When I stared at her, blank faced, she hurriedly continued, "A one night thing.  No strings, no commitments.  What happens on the Ranch, stays on the Ranch.  Think of it as a way to celebrate all we did together."

            To say I was stunned by the offer was an understatement.  I had thought Elizabeth was straight.  She never talked about relationships, but by the way she looked at men I could tell.  As for me, I was straight and had the past relationships to prove it.  Only, looking back I could feel there had been something missing every time.  Maybe that was why they had never lasted long.  Maybe Elizabeth was fate hitting me in the face, telling me I needed to try something different.  The most important piece was still there, or at least its equivalent.  It was just the window dressing that was different.  And who better to know how to turn on my body than another woman?

            A thought flew through my brain, one that brought a smile to my face.  A deliciously kinky thought, one I'm sure Elizabeth would love as well.  "I'll do it." I said solemnly, before letting my smile grow even wider.  "On one condition."

            "And that would be?"

            "That you go back into our room and make yourself comfortable.  Give me five minutes to prepare a little treat for us both."

            Elizabeth's face went from shocked to coy.  "Don't make me wait too long." she whispered before slinking back into our
room."

            I waited until the door shut before sprinting toward the stairs.  Hopefully the kitchen would have everything I need.

Hey all, Redstar here with a quick update.  I threw a head in my hard drive three weeks ago, effectively bricking it.  The good news was I I’d back it up only two days before.  The bad news was in that time I’d written several more chapters for this story.  So while I try and reconstruct what I had, here’s a short (~3 week) related story I came up with.  I might start doing these interludes between chapters anyway, to fill out my little corner of the universe even more.

Interlude 1: The wager

            "Do you think you could do that?" Chris asked his girlfriend Sydney as they sat together on the couch watching a transformation game show.  Onscreen, a woman reached shoulder deep into two holes, hoping to find the trigger that would release the million kriss prize.  Instead, when she pulled them out both limbs were transformed into birdlike wings with white and grey feathers.

           "What, go on Million Kriss Trigger?" Sydney replied, looking up at her boyfriend.  Sydney was short, barely over five feet, an artifact of her Waio heritage just like her bob of thick black hair.  Chris on the other hand was foot taller and blonde, so when she sat in his lap he was in the perfect position to lean his head on hers.

           "Not specifically." Chris shook his head.  "I mean getting a transformation in general."

           It was no secret to either of them that the other had a fetish for transformees.  They'd met freshman year during a History of the Freyan Realm class.  Most there were either transformees themselves or has a deep interest in them.  Chris and Sydney had started as study partners and slowly moved up to something more.  Now as the last semester of their senior year loomed, they were still uncertain where the future lead.

           Sydney squirmed around until she and Chris were face to face.  Pressing her small chest against his, she asked, "Chris, is this your way of tell me you don't like my body?"

           Chris chuckled and gave his girlfriend a quick peck on the lips.  "No silly, I love you just the way you are.  But we've watched enough trans porn to get us into the mood that I know how the sight of an altered body turns you on.  Have you ever thought about going through the process yourself?"

           Sydney considered for a long moment, pausing to watch another contestant.  The man slid himself down a tube feet first.  From a cut away screen, the audience could see the tube ended in a set of heavy, d-cum covered rollers.  The man was sucked into them and spat out comically flat.  He floated to the floor like a feather, twitching slightly.  Somehow he could still breathe, as with each inhalation his body began to re-inflate.  This revealed two major changes.  The first was his skin was now a translucent shade of pink.  The second was, as he inflated, the air seemed to flow into areas giving him far more curves that before.  The realization made the man hyperventilate and he swelled rapidly into an inflatable caricature.  If it wasn't for the fact he…no she was now hollow, the new woman would have broken her back hauling those bean bag chair sized breasts around on a tiny pipe stem of a waist.  The weight was counterbalanced by hips of equal magnitude, but the contestant still wobbled unsteadily as she made her way toward the exit.

           Pulling her eyes from the screen, Sydney finally said,  "I've thought about it before, but never seriously."  Turning the question around she asked, "How about you?"

           Chris shrugged.  "Sure, I've thought about it.  I know women transformees are far more common than men, but everyone has the urge to be different once in awhile."

           "Then why didn't you go through with it?"

           Chris cocked his head.  "Probably for the same reason you didn't.  I never found a transformation that really…I don't know…clicked with me.  Something that I was ready to spend the rest of my life as.  I was in no rush, so I was willing to take my time."

           "Kind of like you were with me?" Sydney teased, turning her head enough to give Chris a quick kiss.

           "You know what they say, some things are just worth waiting for."

           The couple had been together long enough that they knew each other's moods.  Sydney didn't need the press of Chris' thick cock into her backside to tell her he was deeply aroused at that moment, just like Chris didn't need the indicator of Sydney' rock hard nipples against his chest.  Without a word, Chris picked his girlfriend up and carried her back to the bedroom.

           Now forgotten in the heat of passion, the game show on the tv continued to play.  This time the focus was on another woman contestant, who climbed up the side of a metal hobby horse with twin dildoes mounted toward one end.  She gently eased herself down on them until her butt rested on the slick metal surface.  When nothing happened for a good thirty seconds, the woman pumped her arms in the air.  "Yes!  I did it.  I won."

           No sooner had the last word left her mouth than a tank opened up overhead.  The woman and her mount were deluged in torrent of shiny black liquid.  Shrieking, the woman tried to scrub it off but the rubbery substance clung on like glue.  It wrapped itself around her entire body and the metal frame.  After a moment the rubber solidified, leaving a rubberize anthro tauric horse in its wake.  The contestant stumbled to a nearby mirror to take in her new, hyper masculine form.  The four foot long, foot wide dick poking out between her lower back legs like a missile would certain prevent any gender confusion in the future.

           A small hatch popped open beside the contestant's legs, revealing a feather duster on a mechanical arm.  It brushed down the side of the massive member just once, but it was enough to send the owner of the new appendage into the ecstasy of orgasm.  His cries of pleasure were echoed in the apartment as Chris and Sydney reached their own happy ending one room over.  Soon they would drift into a happy sleep, together in each other's arms.  They had no way of knowing that tonight, a question had been asked that would shape their lives forever after.

Part 3

            "Ooh, let's see what transformation Chris picked for me today."  Sydney said to herself as she walked into the kitchen for breakfast.  Chris had left an hour before for a morning class, but Sydney didn't need to be anywhere until noon.

            Striding up to the fridge, Sydney ran her finger down the list of transformations the couple had picked for each other.  It had started small, with stuff like larger genitals or greater sensitivity.  Last night before bed Sydney had written down duplicate arms for Chris, after he gifted her with a second set of breasts the day before.

            Sydney's finger came to rest on the last line of her column.  "NA anuswoman style hoof hands.  Ooh, that sounds interesting."

            Last night, the couple had watched a documentary on the founding of New Amora.  Chris had apparently been quite taken by the equine transformees.  Sydney lifted a foot and tried to picture it ending is a solid hoof.  It would be like balancing on high heels all the time, with the added ability to grip things.  Definitely a change she could live with.

            "Hmm, I wonder what I should give Chris in return." Sydney said to herself as she got out a bowl and started preparing breakfast.  "Maybe something else from the documentary."

            There had been some pretty hunky guys working with the ponygirls, but Chris only had eyes for the hot cowgirl trainers and their transformee charges.  Though she usually preferred men, Sydney was bi enough to admit some of those women were gorgeous.  Definitely enough she wouldn't pass up the chance for a night of passion with one, if she didn't have to worry about her relationship with Chris…

            Sydney blinked and a predatory smile grew across her face.  Maybe there was a chance she could have her cake and eat it too in this circumstance.  And if Chris didn't like it…well they still both had their challenges.  Taking the pen from the clip above the page, Sydney wrote in Full body feminization.

            Grinning widely, Sydney put the pen back and finished making her breakfast.  She was halfway to her room when another thought struck her.  Rushing back to the fridge, she made a quick annotation at the end of her comment (keep penis).

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            "I'm sorry Chris, I can't do it." Sydney said as she took the pen and crossed a line through the suggested transformation.  Chitin plates that looks like tight pants and shirt, plus insectoid wings.

            Over the past several weeks, the couples transformations had gotten more and more bizarre.  Sydney supposed it was her fault.  After all, she had started it by suggesting her boyfriend's feminization.  Chris had almost used his challenge on it, until Sydney took him back to the bedroom and showed him just how good a woman's body could feel.

            "I'm not judging you." Chris replied from over by the stove, where he was cooking dinner.  "I just thought after how you were checking out that woman at the bar last night, you'd be interested in that kind of change.  Besides, you didn't give me any gruff when I used my challenge."

            Chris had used his the week before, to X out Sydney's suggestion that he remove his head.  This had come after a night watching a documentary on Freyan women, and how they adapted to a mana based existence.

            "Liar."  Sydney came over and gave her boyfriend a peck on the cheek.  "I tried to talk you out of it for two days."

            Chris chuckled.  "What you really wanted was for me to gift the transformation back to you.  Which I did."

            "And took a little more with it.  Are you sure you want a helpless, armless girlfriend?"

            Chris rolled his eyes.  "You'll hardly be helpless.  Remember, I already gave you handfeet.  And besides, you'll have all those prehensile tentacles."

            "You're such a naughty boy Chris, suggesting those.  I wonder where you got the inspiration?"

            "Considering all the porn we watch together, your guess is as good as mine."

            "Well at least we're even now." Sydney came over and gave Chris a quick peck on the cheek.  "This is it baby, the final stretch.  The time when things get really weird."  She kissed him on the other cheek.  "Now, before I accidently end this too early, how do you feel about snakes…"

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            "Are you sure Chris?" Sydney asked as they stood beside the fridge.

            Her boyfriend nodded sadly.  "I am.  I've been thinking about this for three days and I don't think I could take it."  Pulling down the pen, he crossed out the last line on his column.  "With all the internal cum production you've given me, I'd be a walking disaster zone constantly cumming.  I think I could take a lot, but that would make life incredibly difficult."

            "Damn, well I guess that's it then."  Sydney sighed.  "Back to the drawing board about how to spice up our sex lives."

            "We aren't done yet." Chris pointed out, tapping the pen on the fridge.  "After all, I lost.  Now it's time for me to pay the piper and get transformed."

            Sydney's jaw dropped.  "You…you're serious.  You're actually going to do it?"

            Chris set the pen back and put an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.  "I did sign a binding contract, didn't I?  And even if it wasn't, remember what I told you when we first started dating.  I'd never break a promise to you, not unless there were circumstances outside my control."

            "I just…wasn't sure…"

            "Would you have gone through with it, if you lost?"

            Sydney gave him a raised eyebrow.  "Chris dear, I am the one who set this up.  This was…is my fantasy.  Why would I back out now?  But for you…I wasn't sure.  I almost ended it, the last few times.  I didn't want to force the choice on you.  But you kept coming up with such interesting ideas, I kept telling myself  one more…" she trailed off.

            "Until you waited too long." Chris finished and Sydney nodded.  His gaze shifted back to the fridge.  "Damn, we really went overboard, didn't we." he remarked as his eyes swept down the lists.  "It's going to cost a fortune for such a detailed transformation."

            "Let me handle that, I have a few ideas."

            "But…"

            Sydney cut him off.  "Just promise me here and now that if I line everything up, you'll go through with it."

            Without hesitation, Chris pulled her to him and the pair shared an epic kiss.  When they broke apart Chris said, "I
promise."

Really nice story, can't wait to see how it ends

Part 4

            "Chris and Sydney, the doctor will see you now." the nurse said as she stuck her head out the clinic's door.

            As he followed his girlfriend over, Chris marveled how they'd ended up in this place.  While Crimson Moon did mass produced transformation products, their custom work was incredibly expensive.  Incredibly detailed, functional, and most of all stable, none of which came cheap.

            "Nervous?" Sydney asked as the nurse dropped them off in the consulting alchemist’s office room.  One wall was a full length mirror, while two more were plastered with leaflets and posters of all the products Crimson Moon offered.  A desk, chairs, and bookcases took up most of the remaining space.

            "Would you be, in my shoes?" Chris replied.

            Sydney gave him a coy smile.  "I would be, but excited even more.  This is going to be the next step in our relationship and I'm really looking forward to it."

            Chris pulled Sydney in for a one armed hug.  "You'll still love me, even when I'm a giant snake monster covered in genitals?"

            Sydney laughed.  "I saw the drawings you mocked up for the changes.  I almost came on the spot.  Especially when I saw mine."

            Ever the artist, Chris had taken his list of changes and drawn up sketches of how they would fit together.  He'd thrown in a few other things too, to fit the theme.  Chris doubted Sydney would mind, especially after he’d done a second set of drawing for her.  While she'd been cryptic, Sydney had said the drawings were why the couple was here today.

            The door to the office opened and the alchemist walked in.  He was an older man, probably in his mid sixties by the shock of grey hair surrounding his head like a cloud.  He was dressed in a lab coat, which was belted below where the breasts would be on a woman.  Under that the fabric ballooned outward, pushed forward by the flesh beneath.  If the doctor was female the couple would have assumed her pregnant, but on a male this was an impressive beer gut.

            Settling in behind his desk with a little difficulty, the doctor beamed at the couple.  "Ah, Chris and Sydney.  I've been looking forward to this day, let me tell you.  Ever since these wonderful drawings came across my desk, and the way they came about…let me say it will be an honor working with you."

            "So there were no problems translating the designs, Dr. Muton?" Sydney asked.

            "None, none at all my dear.  They were challenging, certainly, almost refreshingly, but nothing outside my considerable skills.  Trust me, young man, you'll end up precisely as you depicted.  Especially with how thorough your drawings are.  Have you taken courses on anatomy?"

            Sydney beat Chris to answering.  "He did once. I think it was an excuse to draw women naked." She gave her boyfriend a playful smile.

            Chris  returned the smile, his nervousness fading. "You certainly didn't complain when it was you I was drawing."

            "Alright you two, that's enough of that.  Save the foreplay until after the young man here takes on his new form.  Now, where did I put that folder?"  A tentacle poked out of a fold in the lab coat and tapped on a pile of paperwork.

            "Ah, thank you Ms. Suckles.  Sometimes I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached."

            "Is that a dicksquid?" Sydney asked.  "There was news report about them a few months back.  I thought they required certain…equipment men don't have?"

            The doctor chuckled.  "After an accident during my first year of alchemy school, I found myself looking much more like you between the fork than your young man.  It could have been much worse, if I'd been sitting where my lab partner was."

            "What happened?" Chris asked.

            "Poor chap, he ended up full feminized, and into one hell of a knockout." The doctor winked suggestively.  "We'll have been married forty years come December.  Now come along young master Chris.  Time's wasting.  Lady Sydney, if you'll wait here I'll be back soon to discuss the aftercare your new girlfriend is going to need."

            With that, the doctor rose and waddled to the door.  He gestured for Chris to follow him.  They traveled down the corridor and into another room.  This one was empty, save for a person sized cylinder on a motorized mount.

            "Is that where…" Chris began and the doctor nodded.

            "I'll need you to strip off your skivvies and step into the tube.  Once I've checked the seals, I can flood the chamber with water.  Don't worry, it's hyper oxygenated, so breathing won't be a problem.  The first few breaths will feel strange, but after that you'll be fine.  I'll administer the sedative after that, along with the first dose of D-cum.  You'll go to sleep human, and wake up the creature you were meant to be.  Any questions?"

            Chris had hundreds, though he already knew the answer to all of them.  The meeting before had just been a formality, Chris and Sydney had done their research thoroughly.  All that was left was for Chris to step into the tube and let the process begin.

            After stripping off his outfit, which Chris set in a donation box, Dr. Muton helped him into the tube.  It wasn't a tight fit, after all Chris would be gaining quite a bit of mass over the next 48 hours.  After double checking the door seals, Dr. Muton said, "I'm flooding the chamber now, try to stay calm."

            Slowly the water rose from the floor.  It was slightly warm and left pleasant tingles of anticipation as it engulfed Chris' body.  He bit the bullet and pulled himself under when the water was up to his chest.  Chris figured that this way, if he panicked, there was still time to get to air.  But after the first few hesitant inhalations of water, Chris found he had no trouble breathing.

            "Everything is ready to go Chris.  I just need one last authorization from you." Dr. Muton said from the other side of the glass.  Unable to speak with lungs full of water, Chris flashed the doctor a thumbs up.  "Alright then, pleasant dreams."  The doctor hit a button and a whitish liquid entered the tank.  Immediately, Chris found himself getting sleepy.  As he faded off to dreamland, one last sentence penetrated his consciousness.  "The lad going to have one hell of a surprise when he wakes up…"

And that ends the interlude.  Next week we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming (personally, I'm amazed I've kept this up weekly for nearly 5 months).  If you haven't already, stop by the writer's corner and vote for the topic of the next interlude.  It still has one week until closing and the race is tight enough a few votes might make a difference.

Also, I finally got around to posting uncut versions of the story to my furaffinity and deviantart.  Check them out if you want to read the story in a different format (or just want a copy to keep offline).

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