Lactose Intolerance
By
Desmond Fallout

	Just outside of town, down the forest trail, sits an impressive mansion among the treescape; the Keibin estate home to a wide assortment of creature's mystics, normal, and everything in between. And down below, behind a blast door, hides the laboratory of a rouge alchemist where the truly bizarre events occur. Experiments that help shape the nature of furry and human kinds for a better future.
	"How is this in any way helpful!?"
	Anion was not a stranger to this lab. In fact, the muscular white wolf had visited on occasion for a few favors from its overseer. Being good friends, they were more than happy to experiment on ways to help Anion deal with his own unique 'conditions.'
	None of which involved being strapped to a table, stripped half naked, having Wiccan symbols painted on his fur, and wires suction cupped to every crevice of his muscle structure. Were he even seeing his friend for this particular favor Anion might not have been panicked over an increasingly disturbing set up.
	Maybe...
	"Don't be such a baby, stud." Sorsha whirled to face him, causing her open lab coat to flutter. This consequently made Anion fake interest in some flashing machinery while wishing she fully understood the constant requests to wear clothing. The lithe feline seemed oblivious as she strolled over, mostly, in the buff to give him a very uncomfortable close up of her pink furred chest while checking various instruments. Anion had little to no idea for their purpose, and he suspected Sorsha had no real interest in them either by the way she grinned when rainbow colored eyes met his blushing green and gold ones.
	Thankfully Sorsha stopped her teasing to return to some apparent real work. She had been busying herself the past half hour setting up a strange assortment of dragon idols. Each one sat on the point of a large pentagram painted to surround Anions table. All the while she did this muttering in a language that made the wolf's tail frizzle.
	"No, seriously," he said in an effort to shift in his bonds so Sorsha stayed at least in eye sight. He was not really in fear of his life, but a certain girlfriend had taught him the prankster nature of cats very well. "What's with all the science stuff? You said this was a simple ritual."
	"It is, sweetie!" Sorsha gave him a reassuring pat on the head before disappearing under the table. The crest of her pink heart rear danced its tail happily across his view. "Far as I can tell it's totally painless."
	"Really?"
	"Heck yeah!" She stood back up for a sight that drained the white from Anions face. Both dainty paws were needed to brandish...Anion had no idea what it was. The thing was half as large as her, sporting three buzz saws on the end surrounded by spider-legged blades that made rhythmic jabbing motions. "I've done this to Mephis and Sally without ever feeling a thing."
	The one green and one golden eye of Anion's both contracted to barely the size of pencil lead. Any frantic protests ended up muted under the shrill whirling of metal blades while he franticly squirmed in his bindings. Sorsha paid them no mind as she slipped down a pair of blast goggles in a deliberately slow advance on his face. Within inches of his nose the brain seemed to simply shut off in lue of unimaginable pain.
	Micro-seconds before impact the blades came to an abrupt halt. Yanking them back, Sorsha instead reached out to press an index finger against the front of his snout.
	"Beep!"
	As if starting up another machine, Anions eyes snapped back to their normal state amidst rapid blinking. The relief at finding himself still alive did not leave him in any less of a stupor.
	"What the-ooh! Ooooaaawwwooorrrr!!" Anion rolled his head back in a pleasured howl. For several seconds it felt like dozens of ice-cold hands were caressing his fur, causing him to wiggle from ears to tail in a refreshing daze.
	"Okay! I think we're done here!" Sorsha's words woke Anion from a sleep he had not realized falling into. During which time the feline female had already stripped of her goggles and coat.
	Anion tried to sit up, but a lashing jerk reminded him the bonds were still tight in place. Sorsha must have picked up on this because she snapped her fingers and they began to undo themselves without her having to look.
	"That didn't feel like much," Anion said as he slowly stood up, rubbing his wrists where the straps had chaffed. "I mean that felt great! But was that seriously all there was to it?"
	"Yup! Ten minutes of chanting, a touch on the face, and all your problems just got sent into someone else. Transfer spells are simple as clockwork really."
	Anions ears folded as he gawked at her cleaning away the idols.
	"But the...who the...what the...what was the point of all THIS?" He gestured madly to the assortment of random garbage set up around them.
	Sorsha turned to look just as confused by his question. As if the answer should have been apparent to anyone. "This makes the ritual a lot more fun to go through, silly."
	Anion tilted forward in a groan, struggling to keep his brain from shutting down again. Instead he decided to shift focus to looking himself over. Nothing looked out of place, not that apparent changes were expected. His fur remained snow white colored, covering a broad chest and bulging arms befitting years of weight lifting.
	"I don't feel that different. How can we tell it worked?"
	Ears twitched upon hearing Sorsha 'tsk,' making him regret his big mouth. Anion looked up just in time to see Sorsha turning with palm outstretched.
	There was no time to react. A seismic clap of thunder resounded off the enclosed steal walls of the lab, blinding Anion in a brief flash. Fortunately the feeling of eardrums almost exploding nulled him from the electric surge of a lightning bolt striking his chest.
	Anions first coherent thought, once brains had stopped rattling inside his skull, was continued amazement at still having a pulse. The second though turned to amusement at the sight of Sorsha barely able to stand on wobbling knees. The felines normally straight green hair now fuzzed out into a sparking afro, while her tail resembled a white bush giving off the occasional spark. Anion would have laughed, but had a feeling he looked no less silly.
	"Well then," Sorsha said as she collapsed onto an idol for support. "I think bolt spells cast indoors is going on my list of bad ideas."
	"You think!?" Anion could not help but chuckle, especially after that cloud of black smoke exhaled with his words. Then his eyes went wide and shot to his chest, paws reaching up to feel around each pec. White fur was frazzled and a bit singed around the bolts impact area but for the most part it everything felt the same. Still the same broad, hard, and manly pecs he had come to know and love. Just to be sure, he pulled back the waistband of his boxers to check on more vital areas. "Hey! I didn't turn into a girl!"
	"And you're certainly not compensating either," Sorsha said over Anions unmanly squeal at discovering her right next to his head for a peep. "Shame you're already taken or I'd offer some other favors."
	The wolf bared his teeth in a snarl, hopping off the table to fish out his sports top stashed underneath. Upon standing back up he felt the weight of Sorsha's tail playfully smacking against his bare back.
	"Oh, don't be such a grump! It's not like I asked for any payment for making you curse free."
	Anion grunted as he pulled the shirt on, though his mood quickly lightened. It was a good point; getting caught ground aero of a magic reactor explosion left him with quite a few inconvenient curses. And now the next few months were free to live life without being on guard for their unorthodox, but still possible, triggers.
	"Heh, yeah I guess so. Thanks a lot, Sorsha."
	"You're welcome, sexy!"
	The cat gave Anion a smell that set the wolf aback. Gone was the usual gleam of impish mischief that usually filled her eyes, replaced by a look of genuine kindness. But the rare moment passed and Sorsha resumed mopping the pentagram floor paint. When did she have time to find a mop?
	"Just remember we don't know when they'll be drawn back to you. I can only guarantee about two months of trigger free incidents."
	"That means two months of not worrying if Cindi put milk in my food," Anion said. After a bit of effort trying to flatten his fur and rub out a bit of Wiccan markings, he decided to say his goodbyes before any other interesting events took place. That was when another thought gave him reason to pause. "So where did they go anyway?"
	"Where did what go?"
	"Uh...heh...my curses of course. Where did you transfer them to? The idols?"
	Sorsha finally stopped in her mopping, apparently lost in deep thought for several seconds.
	"You DID have a container for them, right!?" Anion was finding it hard to keep a rising panic out of his voice, especially when Sorsha turned to give him a casual shrug.
	"Was I supposed to transfer them to someone specific? You didn't mention that part."
	"I was under the assumption that's the point of a transferring spell!" Anion grabbed at the table to keep himself upright. His mind reeled while Sorsha gave him a pat on the back.
	"Stop fretting over such a minor detail, hun. They'll just go where ever the winds take them until they find a container. For all we'll know they went into me, someone upstairs, or some scrawny schmuck twenty miles away." Anion shuddered with a loud whimpering noise, tail curling between his legs. Sorsha just rolled her eyes and resumed her clean up. "Honestly, why worry about it now? Your curses don't sound that life threatening and are pretty hard to trigger. Just head out and enjoy a nice milkshake or something while you have the opportunity."
	Anion really wanted to argue the potential guilt that he had just inconvenience three or more people for the next two months. After all he could have curses he was not even aware of that required very unique circumstances to trigger. Watching Sorsha's casual reaction as she hummed and cleaned happily however gave him the feeling it might be a smooch too late to go back on this deal. Reluctantly he gave Sorsha a polite good bye before leaving the mansion very conflicted. All he could do is hope she was right about those triggers. So long as the recipients of his curses did not like old children's songs, worked with electricity, or loved drinking milk they should be okay.
	Plus a milkshake after jogging back into town sounded really good right now.
	Meanwhile, twenty miles and six feet away, another figure was stirring in the basement of a more casual looking home. Its late morning dreams filled with images of giant mechanized vehicles piloted by cat girls in leotards.
	"JAAAANUS!"
	And then what might have been a shrill siren broke the barrier of fantasy, plunging consciousness back into drab reality. A pair of furry ears flipped up from underneath a heavy mesh of bed covers to catch the lingering noise. Somehow, they were hoping it had just been a case of mistaken noise for a truck rolling by.
	"JANUS!" No such luck. "Are you up yet!? We need you to get groceries!"
	A large mass rose under the bundle of covers, shaking them off and reveal a brown wolf standing up on the bed in a feral position. His build was average, a bit on the scrawny side with a slight belly befitting years of Halo fragging. Blue eyes fluttered to stay open while resisting the urge to plop back onto the inviting pillow visible through a mesh of shaggy brown hair. Another shrill cry from upstairs saved him the argument. Instead the wolf lowered his shoulders into the mattress, stretching out with a loud yawn while his rear shook its tail high in the air.
	"YIP!" He barked sharply similar to his feral canine cousins. A sharp sting had erupted right under the base of his tail somehow getting past his black boxers. With a snarl he had turned to give the cat girl most likely responsible a piece of his half-awake mind, but then blinked. The basement remained void of any other life save a soft hum from his computer in the corner. By then the sharp pain had swept up his spine and dispersed into a barely noticeable tingle in his fur.
	Another three cries came down before Janus had managed to get himself standing and decently dressed. It's not like he needed to care about appearances for an errand, so just grabbed a clean pair of pants and his favorite t-shirt bearing the Autobots logo from his computer chair.
	Thankfully no one was there to greet him when Janus walked up the stairs into the kitchen. His stomach gurgled every step of the way, but someone had accidently done him the favor of leaving extra cereal fixings out on the counter. No time was wasted filling a bowl with heaps of sugary frosted lumps.
	"I'm not scrawny, by the way!"
	....huh?
	"In fact I'm average fit for my age and size." Janus smirked as he drowned his meal in a waterfall of creamy lacteous.
	Silence Schmuck! I am trying to set up the mood for a fetish scene here.
	"And that took you HOW many pages?" Picking up a spoon, the wolf shifted out the bowls slightly floating contents. Making sure every bit got its fair milk bath. "I thought we'd never get to my part and as the victim, shouldn't I be the focus of the story?"
	STOP POINTING OUT FLAWS IN MY WRITING STYLE! I haven't even finished yet.
	"I know. I can see you in the bushes outside talking to a tape recorder."
	IRREGARDLESS! Are we done breaking the fourth wall now?
	"Fine!" Janus growled. "See if I offer constructive feedback next time."
	Janus huffed as he shoved a spoon full of cereal into his mouth. Almost instantly his folded ears flipped into a surprised perk position along with his tail. For a full second his body did not move. Then very slowly his hand withdrew the now empty spoon from his muzzle. Cheeks bulged and shrunk as the mass of cold milk and brain ground between teeth and over his tongue.
	Suddenly a chill made Janus swallow with a much pleasured murring sound. His knees nearly buckled as he struggled to stay stand and balance the bowl. That had to have been the most intense flavor of his life. Was cereal supposed to taste like having sex? Something in the wolf's gut was telling him this could not be a good thing.
	But curiosity and caution was quickly crushed by the cold feeling lingering in his fur. Janus clicked his teeth finding his mouth getting insanely dry the longer he stared at his breakfast bowl. Whether it was a side effect of spoiled milk or a new brand of cereal, the spoon in his hand was flung over a shoulder with the intent of chugging the whole thing fast as his muzzle could fit.
	Said spoon had not touched the ground before another pair of hands yanked the bowl away. Janus almost bit his hands in an effort to clamp teeth around it for even the slightest taste.
	"Stop wasting time, Janus." Janus' mother scowled while hovering the bowl just out of lunging reach. Without giving a chance for protest she deposited his late breakfast into the garbage disposal. "You want us to starve to death because you decided to hog all the leftovers?"
	"But..you just wasted the food." Janus felt a bit detached with barely half a mind to his own words. Eyes were still locked hungrily on the sink, fixated at the globs of milk soaked cereal. There was a desperate mental debate over the worth of trying to grab them for just another taste. His mouth became drier than his sisters humor just thinking about it.
	And then his mother snapped him out of it by blocking the view with a very long shopping list. "Don't you back talk ME! Now hurry up so you're home in time to walk the dogs."
	Janus took the list without batting an eye. They were not even his dogs, but he gave up arguing stuff like logic to his family years ago. It is not like that ever got him out of doing work for them.
	Plus his mind was still having a hard time tearing away from that wonderful tasting breakfast. That got a little easier when he tried to slip on his sneakers only to have his heals get stuck on the outside. He had to take turns leaning against the wall to really wedge them in their for a very uncomfortable toe pinching. Great, now he also had to waste what little spare change he had on new shoes while he was out. They did not feel this tight yesterday.
	"Nice hair, dork," his sister said as they crossed paths at the kitchens doorway. She only got a grunt in reply as he stomped past, which was no surprise. That came two seconds later when she did a double take after Janus. Something had felt off about their passing and she realized with a start that she felt significantly shorter by comparison. Not to mention his shoulders were looking a lot broader than he usually carried them. If she did not know any better she might have thought that shirt was stretching a little over actual arm muscle. Just notions of her brother with muscles caused a laugh and quickly dismiss it as she came into the kitchen for an early lunch.
	Janus was feeling rather good walking out to the car. There was more vigor in his stride than he had woken up with. If not for the constant desire to quench his sand dried tongue the wolf would consider himself at the top of his game. Nothing a coffee with half a cup of cream or a sundae could not cure once he got to the store.
	Aside from wondering why he had to adjust a seat in a car he had drove yesterday, the trip to Wal*Smart went as predictably boring as ever. And, as always, someone at the store knew he was coming so invited three hundred people to fill up all but the very back parking spots. 
	"Welcome to Wal*Smart," a perky mouse girl said at the reception podium. "Need any help today?"
	"No thank you," Janus barely spared her a passing smile on his way in. Granted she was a bit cute, but by the time he had walked to the store entrance his feet were screaming agony inside their tight confines. The shoe department was definitely going to be his first stop.
	Three steps in that direction his nose started twitching, perking tail and ears on full alert. Something smelled strong and alluring nearby, turning his tongue from dry to sandpaper. Without even thinking about it, his nose led the charge in a near primal state for the stores dairy section. Hopefully whatever was drawing him would quench this craving.
	"Good afternoon, sir!"
	The smell directed him straight for a sample table being managed by a woman who's species Janus could not focus enough to try figuring out. Maybe a mongoose of some kind, with a snowy pelt and some blue markings on her left ear going across her eye and on her hands, which seemed to be partially made of large claws instead of fingers. Janus barely red the name 'Zandra' on her ample bust tag before attention turned fully on the dozen plasti-cups at the table. Each one held an equally white liquid, which smelled of sweet nectar sending his tail into a rapid wag.
	"Um...would you like to sample our local farm milk?" The girl fidgeted a bit uncertain about the drooling wolf before her. A bit of a feat since Janus felt likely to collapse from dehydration the longer he stared at this offered treat.
	"YesyesThankyouverymuch!" Janus sputtered out in a single yelp. Zandra had no time to react as he grabbed two cups at once and splashed them down his hungry maw.
	Feeling that cold lactose liquid on his throat sent what little conscious thought Janus had left into drug induced bliss. Within moments his pupils had dilated to the point of taking up all but a small ring of brown iris in each eye. The wolf's body shuddered hard from head to toe, rocking back his head. Tongue dangled out to haphazardly lap at muzzle lips. Growls of pleasure rang across the department drawing attention of nearby shoppers. 
	Zandra was preoccupied at the more apparent effects her sample seemed to be causing down south. It was like watching some sort of fabric balloon inflate between his thighs.
	Almost as soon as the milk touched his lips, the wolf began to stretch upwards in an unexpected surge of growth. Their eye even became even in a few seconds, and then slowly the zangoose found her head tilting gradually upwards. Bones popped and snapped all over as the inches piled up in Janus, untucking his t-shit for view of his stomach.
	If he were in a right state of mind, Janus would have been blushing to have his gut suddenly hanging out as his girth put more space between shirt and pants. Or in this case he would have been embarrassed that he had very little gut left. What little remained was still sinking back into his middle, leaving behind the beginning crevices for abs.
	A bestial snort made several customers jump out of their daze. Janus shook himself again, and then stretched back his arms as if suddenly cramping. Several more pops accommodated this, adding another small spurt to his steadily rising size.
	Zandra started to blush now watching the transformers logo stretched across his chest. Only to see it puff out with the rapid development of pectoral muscles. Her blue fur eared twitch with some amusement as it soon looked tight enough to be his skin, much to the protest of fabric seams.
	Janus leaned forward out of the stretch huffing heavily. With a minor flex of the arms both biceps instantly inflated to the size of softballs. And that was when he was relaxed.
	Attempting to adjust his increasing weight caused Janus to stagger with two loud pops and several shredding noises. Zandra shot a quick glance down and snerked. Despite their valiant struggle to stay on them, the wolf's swelling feet had blasted right through his tennis shoes and socks. Only tatters of the later remained stretched taunt around ankles looking ready to give. The pants seemed to be fairing the best against Janus' surge. Granted the fabric had been drawn tight around the added muscle of his rear and thighs. Each leg slowly crept up to expose thickening calves.
	Zandra could only watch dumbstruck at the wolf looming over her table. He reached at least a foot taller than twenty seconds ago with twice the mass rippling manly bulges under the exposed fur. And it did not seem to faze him in the least. For several seconds she just stared back into his eyes, black and vacant, until he suddenly lunged out with both hands. She recoiled with a startled cry, only to blink when he scooped up the remaining ten cups of milk.
	"Mmmoooaaaaarrrr!!" Janus growled in a half-sentient delirium.
	"S-s-sir! You have to pay for those jugs, zan!"
	Zandra was not sure why she bothered at that point. The majority of the cups fluid had been deposited into the wolf's mouth, with a small excess cascading down his chin and newfound pecs. Not content there, he snatched up a jug from the table.  Its plastic cap had become a bit too complicated for his larger fingers now, but he found they could easily rip off along with the whole plastic top.
	Janus' body resumed its growth in earnest with each chug of fresh squeezed milk. His stomach clenched and bulging out into the deep, hardened ridges of bodybuilders six pack. With two loud pops the wolf's shoulders spreading out broad and thick. The poor shirt could no longer bare the stress. Flexing shoulder tore several stripes open down the back in loud shredding sounds. The Autobots logo on the front almost looked like it was crying before pecs, barreling forward in surges of power, shredded it in half from color to them. Muscle even popped and swelled broadening his neck, which thankfully kept his head from getting swallowed by the bulk.

	In a simple action of tossing the milk jug away Janus' hulking arms shredding their sleeves to ribbons. The scraps of dead shirt floated to the ground, much to the joy of many shoppers that had whipped out their cell phone cameras. The wolf's shuffling daze gave them plenty of good shots of his milk-soaked pectorals glistening in the store lights. Zandra was fairly certain she could no long wrap her arms around those biceps.
	Somewhere around nine feet Janus had a bit of trouble getting his pinkie and thumb to twist off the second jug's cap. It was a problem too simple for his bulking power to be stopped now. One squeeze between two puffed hands and it burst in a waterfall down his face.
	While licking up as much of the milk rain as possible a rather large crowd of awestruck shoppers was starting to linger. Most of who had whipped out their cell phones for proper documentation of the event. Zandra was noting with some irritation that no one seemed keen on doing anything to stop this feeding frenzy. Not that she could blame them as the wolf expanded higher and wider with pound after pound of rippling power swelling under his scruffy fur. He was starting to get big enough even the gene-altered body builders would get intimidated.
	Ears began to rise over the aisles like brown triangle suns. They were soon twitching as more loud tearing sounds reverberated nearby. The poor pants had finally lost their battle for modesty control as the seat split right down the middle seam. Janus' glutes surged out of the open causing him to murr at the cool breeze with no regard to the cat calls of his female audience. Legs fared little better against thighs thick enough to drop kick a cannonball. The denim remains plopped to the floor to be mourned with their fallen t-shirt comrade.
	Zandra's ears folded back in a huff when she saw Janus reach for the third and final jug on her sample table. Before he could get close she had stepped forward to deliver a jab straight into the abs she was now eye level with. Thankfully her fingers were mostly bone claws to prevent them from breaking. So much muscle had developed she might as well have poked that wall of bricks with a straw.
	"Gwwaaarr! Haazarr? What? Fizzypop?" But it was just enough of a poke to do the trick. Janus gurgled and blinked out of his delirium. Eyes slowly contracted back to a more normal looking state trying to survey his surroundings and situation. He rubbed his pounding forehead with a groan, wondering when he had passed out...or where...
	"Sir!" Zandra said in a stern tone that instantly made Janus look down. The zangoose had her arms crossed under her bosom with that angry foot taping glare about her.
	Maybe she was angry about falling into that deep hole. Janus had to lean in a bit to even see her down there. Apparently someone thought it funny to put padded chest guards the same color of his fur on his chest. All that puffiness was making it hard to move right.
	"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to pay for all that milk," Zandra said while pointing to her table of destroyed dairy containers. Her own vision drifted up and down Janus' new form with a sly grin. "And I should also remind you of our strict 'no shirt, no shoes' service policy, zan."
	"Uh, yeah. Right! Sorry!" Janus reached for his wallet, not sure why she was not more concerned about getting out of that trap hole in the store. Soon as his fingers dug into the normal spot he realized a great many things were off.
	Why did his pants feel like fur?
	Why did his butt feel the fingers through said pants?
	For that matter, when did his butt feel smooth and hard as chiseled marble?
	"What the...!?"
	Janus twisted around, first noticing the torn remains of shoes, shirt, and pants before finally noticing himself.
	"How the...!?"
	Whirling back around, hands flew to his chest confirming that was no furry coat. They pressed and scratched along the wide girth of his pectorals for several seconds trying to confirm they were an extension of his body. Then he realized the hands themselves; clenching them into fist and marveling at their size compared to the store clerk fuming before him. Janus could not resist flexing both arms, eyes growing almost as wide as his arms tensed into basketball sized bulges.
	"I'm a..."
	"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to pay and leave, zan!" Zandra said again with surprising calm for having to crane her neck so far back to make eye contact.
	Whatever joy was boiling up for Janus upon realizing his newfound physique was instantly squelched upon looking up. That was when he noticed the people. Lots and lots of people not daring to say a word, much less move, staring at his unintentional display of manly power. Some were staring; others leered, while most just looking deadpanned as if unsure on their real emotion. Regardless of their feelings, it was the breeze that tickled between his legs that really drove the situation home for the wolf.
	Slowly all fur along his face brightened into a shade of pink. Fortunately Janus was no stranger to sudden changes to his physical or mental being. There were plenty of contingences thought out for these very emergencies. And you can bet Janus knew exactly what to do when a twelve foot tall mountain of lupine muscle is stuck in a public place wearing nothing but his birthday fur.
	That's right! He cupped his manhood with both massive palms and fled, very dignified-like, in a random direction like a hero. Squeals of a frightened little girl trailed behind to ward off pursuit. Shoppers were diving out of the wolf's thundering footsteps as his mass overturned or stomped carts flat.
	It took Zandra a few seconds to fully realize this reaction.  None of which better be coming out of her already low paycheck, but at least it made it easier to give chase. "Hey! Get back here, you milk thief!"
	There was little trouble following the couch-sized wolf butt. Everything from the chest up could be easily spotted from most parts of the store at his size. Yet as Zandra tore around a corner only to skid to a stop staring over a display of summer wears and furniture she was surprised to find him completely void of sighting.
	"What the...how the flying Zan does a guy that big vanish!?" Zandra scratched her head while meandering through the displays. Long pink hair whipped about in a desperate attempt to catch any signs of the lumbering giant. She had dealt with macros more times than the zangoose cared to remember. Hell, she could get much bigger than that milk guzzling pig, but then she might lose her job which already might be under threat from this disaster if it was her fault. Letting out a frustrated roar, Zandra sprinted off again towards the nearby wide exit into the garden department.
	Almost no attention was paid to the extra large gazebo that acted as the summer displays centerpiece. The hulking muscle that was now Janus found it surprising even he could fit inside it. Not nearly as surprised as the fact putting a cardboard box over his head worked as a disguise.
	"Hehe! Solid Snake eat your heart out."
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	"What the heck?" Janus wiggled in his wooden hiding cage to reach up and touch the ringing button in his left ear.
JANUS! You two-timing sneak!
The slag? Chesh!?
How could you do this to me!?
Since when did we have the budget for codec radios?
I've tried so hard to see you naked all these years, and you just puff up into a sexy monster in public without telling me. Think of all the missed camera opportunities I could have set up.
I didn't PLAN for this to happen, you hormone induced figment! Wait...how did you know?
Oh, there's vids of you ripping out of your pants all over Mootube and 9Chan. And I thought my ass looked good enough to crush walnuts...
You know, I've always appreciated your helpful input.
And you thank me by having all the naked muscle fun solo. Jerk!
Cheshire cat, seriously! My dignity is about as shredded as my clothes. I need an escape plan.
Fine, I'll help you. But only because you're so smoking hot right now.
Gee, thanks. How soon can you get here?
Look to your right, silly!
	"What do you mean by...?" Janus lifted up his box cover to look down. He had to shift and crane his neck a lot to see past his shoulder mass, but spotted Chesh sure enough. It was only a mild surprise to see that blue cat girl leaning on the gazebo rail with a sly grin back. "Oh, what kept you?"
	"They were sampling fish sticks in the seafood area." Chesh hopped over the rail to rub her puffy paw-like hands along the contours of Janus' thigh. Much like the wolf, she wore virtually nothing to cover the ample curves of her Amazonian figure. Only difference was this was a norm for her. "So what on earth could possibly be the problem, nyah?"
	"My lack of pants for starters," Janus said, promptly putting his hands over his crotch the second he saw Chesh's eyes dart in that direction. "And I doubt I can get past the front door without lots of panic. Could you, like, get me some parachute pants or something from the men's department before we get arrested for streaking?"
	"I doubt they'd have cuffs for yours meaty hands. Mrwar!" Chesh giggled. This promptly earned her an irritated swat upside the head by Janus' large-as-her tail. "Oh, lighten up. You're like a big...hulking...puppy!"
	"Pfft! You like me even when I'm angry. Least I'm not green." Janus waited for some more perverted come-ons only to receive several seconds of silence. He shifted his ears to pick up sounds, and then finally turned to look at the empty space Chesh once occupied. "Where the...?"
	"Not to worry, Jan-jan!" Chesh said suddenly standing on the opposite side of the gazebo. The startled yelp this earned did not faze her, though it did attract attention from several nearby shoppers. "I have the perfect plan!"
	"How will this be better than your last plan?"
	Chesh slipped on a pair of sunglasses looking smug. That was when Janus noticed several collars and a chain leash in her other pawed hand.
	"Well for one thing, you're finally naked."
	Meanwhile, twenty feet and three inches away, Zandra was just about to give up. It had been over ten minutes with two laps around the store. There had been no sign of that goliath wolf at either the garden or hardware department; the places with easiest exits for such a girth. Now she was back at the front check stands a bit lost. If those milks did not get paid for, the bosses might get upset again. She was really not excited about the prospects of job hunting twice in one week.
	That was when her ears perked noticing the volume of the store seemed to be dying. Several check stands had just stopped altogether as people talked in started bursts. Zandra followed there gaze and was a bit startled herself seeing the milk culprit had emerged.
	He lumbered down the exit path a bit clumsily on all fours with ears brighter than a tomato. The bulking form was still naked save for several collars that had been attached together to fit around his neck. And on his shoulders rode a cat girl of blue and white fur with teal stripes. Much like him, her only accessory to speak of was a pair of sunglasses. Though outsized, her figure was just as excessively muscled but with curves stacked for a womanly figure. Her white basketballs for breasts in particular bounced all over the place with each step her 'mount' tried to take.
	Zandra's ears swiveled catching commentary from the crowd of shoppers. Most were simply alarmed with no idea what to make of this sight. Several she picked up had condemning words like 'disgusting' and 'immature' to them. A few just confused her; something about bones or grinding a sausage and turkey breasts. Only the goddess knows why people would think of food watching this, but normal's always did confuse the heck out of the once wild zangoose.
	At least she was not the only one upset about shoplifters. Many a Good Samaritan was even using their cell phones to get good photos of these criminals. Zandra did not even know you can be identified by your butt.
	"Hey! Stop right there!" she snapped back upon realizing the pair was reaching the exit door. In a mad dash she made it just in time to block their way.
	Thankfully the notion she could get stomped under one hand never occurred to her or the wolf giant whimpering with tail between his thighs.
	"Is something wrong?" The cat girl asked. For some reason she was looking around wildly flipping her ears instead of looking at Zandra.
	"You're darn straight there is, zan! This colossal jerk owes me eight-thirty for the milk he chugged at my demo table."
	Both the girl and the wolf tilted their heads at her in cock eyed fashion. Zandra began to wonder if these two even had any idea what she was talking about.
	"Uh...I'm very sorry about that. I kind of lost my seeing eye dog while I was trying on shoes."
	Zandra glanced down at the cat's feet, which were digitigrade paws with toes like baseballs, then back at her face. "Shoes?"
	"That's right! You know how hard it is finding something to fit us hyper...'gifted' people these days?"
	"Mhm," Zandra grunted while shifting her attention to the wolf. He just seemed to cross his arms and legs in a vain effort to look smaller while avoiding eye contact. She knew all about having special gifts, for sure. "But you dog was just walking upright and talking to me, zan."
	The cat giggled and gave her 'pet' an ear scritching. He seemed more irritated about the act of affection though. "He's such a silly boy that he likes to pretend he's people."
	"He was barely my size wearing clothes!"
	"He's very committed to the lie! Can't take my paws off him for a second. Can we go? I'm a bit late thanks to all the trouble he's caused."
	"Fine!" Zandra sighed realizing the wolf's bulk was preventing frightened shoppers from exiting. Or maybe it was because of his mass structure that was keeping them gawking several yards away. "But first you gotta pay for his milk, zan."
	A quick swipe of Janus' debit card later and the pair was finally able to leave the dumbstruck masses behind them. Granted the wolf had to almost drag his belly to get through the doors, but at least his hips did not get stuck.
	"See? Told you it would work!"
	Chesh murred as she scarfed down one of the fish fillets she had bought with her author's retrieved wallet. They were her little reward for doing a good job.
	"You could have at least bought me a tarp or something." Janus huffed as he strode hand over foot only half on the sidewalk. Part of him began to wonder just how far away they needed to be before she got her rear off his neck. The breeze that ran over his own furry hindquarters was an unappreciated reminder of his modest as well.
	"Silly Janus! Dog's don't wear people clothes."
	"Then give me a fish! I paid for them!"
	"Dogs don't eat people food either. It makes them fat."
	It was at that moment at an ice cream shop not that far down the street from them that Anion emerged. Cindi, a black pantheress, followed out the door he was propping open with his elbow. Each of their hands was currently occupied with an ice cream cone sporting no less than three scoops.
	"Oh my fuzzy goddess!" Anion cried between licking each of his cones in turn. "I had no idea how much I was missing actual ice cream!"
	"Don't eat it too fast, dear. You'll get a killer headache." Cindi giggled trying to hide her mild disappointment at the lack of her boyfriends muscle inflation. Much as she loved her dopey puppy, there was a sense of being robbed their casual fun. "So you're really cured?"
	"No, not totally cured." Anion paused his frantic licking to shake his head. She was not kidding about that headache, but cookie dough on peanut butter was hard to eat slowly. "Sorsha said I got a month or two before they get drown back into the original body."
	"Ah, I see." Cindi took a lick of her own mink chocolate cone. The other was simply being held on standby for Anion. "Did she really just disperse them randomly to anyone in town?"
	"Y-yeah," Anion said with a sheepish grin. He was getting that look that voiced the very same concerns he felt earlier. "I didn't know it until after the fact. But hey, maybe Sorsha will be right and those people never notice."
	"I would probably vote no on that one," Cindi replied. 
	Anion was about to question that when he noticed he wide eyed stare of panic. This confused him greatly until he realized she was staring past him. Anion turned around just in time to see a brown furred arm as long as him come down on the sidewalk inches away from his nose. He let out a startled yelp, dropping both cones while staggering back. This got the giants attention as it paused to loom a canine head over them. It seemed just as curious in them as they were about the giant naked furry thing before them.
	"Anion! Cindi! Hiiiiii!!"
	The pair looked up to recognize Cheshire the cat girl waving frantically at them from her seat straddled the giants head. Wheels in their heads began to turn as the scene before them slowly sank in. Gazes shifted back to the giants face picking up recognition in its puffy hairstyle and very squeamish grin.
	"Janus!?" Anion and Cindi surprised each other speaking in unison.
	"Y-yeah..." Was all Janus could get out. Even his voice sounded deeper and powerful to them. An almost amusing contrast to the way he was sheepishly pretending to paw at something on the street with his hands.
	"Isn't it great!?" Chesh rang happily as she rattled the chains of Janus' leash. "I have my own Janus hulk to hug and play and yiff when we get home!"
	"I'm locking myself in the garage until I'm vintage Janus again," the brown wolf snorted.
	"Hey! You can't use that solution to every transformation that befalls you, you know!"
	"Watch me!"
	Anion and Cindi said nothing as they exchanged blank stares. The wheels continued to turn, drawing an increasingly bright blush across Anions face while the corners of Cindi's muzzle crept into a knowing grin.
	"Say," Cindi spoke up to get their attention. "Did Janus have any milk today, by chance?"
	"Oh yeah, three gallons of it almost!" Chesh scratched her head in thought as she surveyed Janus' rippling back. "Strange isn't it? Usually when milk is involved he turns into some pillow breasted cat girl, or dragon, or renamon, or vixen, or vixen taur..."
	"Shut up Chesh!"
	"I really like the vixen form myself, but taurs have a lot more fluff to...Cindi? You okay?"
	The Pantheress could only hold back a couple snerks before dropping her cones in a fit of roarious laughter. Even Chesh seemed concern when she started to tear up hugging her sides. Anion just shook his head as he looked to Janus. All he could wonder is if he was blushing as much as his fellow wolf was.
	"Do I really want to know?" Janus asked in that tone suggesting he already knew the answer.
	"No," Anion said with a lot more calm than he expected. "No you really don't."
	"Good!" Janus lowered his ears in a huff and resumed his four legged shuffle towards home. The feminine howls of laughter still rang in his ears well after they were out of earshot.