[b][u][center]Shapely Artifacts Part 2 For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Dexter and his new friend, Greg, were making as much small talk as they could think to make. Not because they were particularly interested in each other – well, not that he thought that Greg was interested in him – but because it was the only way that they could distract each other from the long silence after the guy in the suit left. [i]What happened to him?[/i] Dexter wondered, fighting the urge to keep looking back at the airlock. It had been almost ten minutes since he’d gone through, and they hadn’t heard anything from the intercom. Nothing about the progress, nothing about whether they should get ready. Just…nothing. The emptiness was deafening, and the only relief was talking about literally anything else with Greg. The well-toned athlete wasn’t particularly verbose, and Dexter had to explain a few terms here and there, but the pair of them seemed to be in the same boat. They needed something else to think about. And he doubted that Greg would like him staring for his distraction. Dexter blushed as he forced his eyes to stay up, not wanting to stare at the other guy’s sleek body, or…or that bulge… “So you see, playing it out that way, you can reach the endgame in just a few draws,” Dexter said, returning to the topic of the card game. “Nothing that your opponent can do after that.” “No countermeasures? That sounds broken.” “That’s the way of the game. There’s always going to be rules you can break with the right cards.” “But how’s that fair?” “Well, they make the cards really hard to get…” “Yeah, but if you got the money for it…” Dexter rubbed the back of his head. It was always a bone of contention with Magic Duelist players. Some of them thought that there needed to be the instant-win cards, or at least the potential of them. It had been part of the game since the start, and as long as it wasn’t super-easy to make it happen, it was fine…according to the people that liked that system. For those that didn’t, for those that were aware of the people with money entering the game and buying up the best cards to be able to win all the time, it was a cancer. Dexter preferred the idea of being able to win against anyone if you just found the right combination, but it was clear that Greg was in the other camp. Still, at least it was something to talk about, something to debate, instead of – “Subject Dexter.” The voice came over the intercom again, and they immediately went silent. He pushed his glasses up his nose half an inch, blushing as he shifted about. His jeans rustled, just a bit too loose for him. “Y-yeah?” “Step to the airlock. Your test will begin shortly.” “…Alright…” He nodded to himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself to his feet. Nerves were definitely there, but he kept telling himself that it was probably nothing. They were just testing a few things that they found in a dig site somewhere, as far as he had been able to determine. Making sure that they were safe. Nothing wrong with that. “You gonna be okay?” Greg’s question made him blink, and he turned, looking down at the jock. A slight blush burned his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll be fine. Can’t be too dangerous if they don’t want specialists, right?” “…maybe.” “I’ll be fine.” “Yeah…good luck.” Greg waved, and he waved back before moving to the airlock door. Despite what he said, he didn’t really feel the same reassurance that he’d offered his new friend. Something was off, no matter what the company was saying. The airlock door opened, and he stepped through, stopping at the split into three different ways forward. Well, three hallways and two openings. The one to his left had been locked down with another airlock door, keeping it sealed up. “Please take the hallway to your right.” “Yes, sir,” Dexter muttered, following it down. His thoughts raced as he tried to imagine what the hell they could want people like him and Greg for. He could imagine that the guy in the suit had been some sort of specialist, someone that could make some kind of determination on whatever it was that the company had found, but him and Greg? No chance in hell. Something else was going on. Something else… Something felt wrong. But, at the same time, he couldn’t deny the chance to make a little money. College didn’t leave a lot of time for work, and options like this, making a chunk of change for an hour’s work, didn’t come along very often. [i]Just go in, get it done, get out,[/i] he thought as he walked up to the second airlock door. [i]Nothing’s gonna go wrong. Just do the thing and get the hell out.[/i] Dexter leaned up to the window in the door, narrowing his eyes as he peered through. There was a table on the other side, as well as something on it. Something like a leaf, but the leaf didn’t look quite living enough to be a real one. The door finally opened, and the pressure between the hallway and the room beyond equalized. As soon as it did, a wave of something…hot…hit him. Not like a shift in temperature, but that sort of bitter heat that one could find in a brewery, or in the locker room. Maybe a combination of both? It was strange. He rubbed his nose, trying to snort out the worst of the smell as he walked up to the table. As he looked down at the leaf, he realized a few things. It was paper, first of all, but it was very, very, [i]very[/i] old paper, almost like it was pulled out of a tomb from way back in the triple digit years, if not before. It was scrawled with something that looked like Japanese hiragana, but not quite that, too flowing and too connected for it to be truly that alphabet. But it was shaped like a leaf, no doubt about it. He couldn’t think of what it was for, though. The script was too small to read, and it was definitely too small a piece of paper to be used for writing on for any lengthy sort of project, and too strangely shaped for taking notes. [i]What the hell…[/i] “Subject Dexter. You will touch the item.” “What is it?” “You do not need to know.” “Where was it found?” “A number of miles outside of Kyoto, Japan, according to our sources.” “Come on, this is…this is something really weird. What is it?” “We do not know. You aren’t here to find out what it is. You are here to test whether it is safe to handle. Now, touch it.” “I could break this thing in a second…” “Touch. It.” “Alright, alright…huffy…” He was stalling, and he knew it. There was nothing good about this thing, and he doubted that touching it would make anything good happen. With his luck, it would probably turn into something horrible, or be infested with some ancient bacteria that there was no medicine for in the modern age. But, at the same time, he needed the money…and he was curious. He picked it up, holding it between his finger and thumb. As soon as he did, the lettering on the paper flared up, turning a bright green for a split second. He yelped, but he didn’t throw it away. He couldn’t. The paper stuck to his fingers as he jumped back, refusing to let go, and he realized that it wasn’t just a sweat to paper reaction. There was something else going on. Something…something happy that was coming out of that paper, something that was almost drunkenly happy. His head didn’t ache, but his balance went to shit barely a second later. He wobbled from foot to foot, his sneakers tapping on the floor as he backpedaled. His other hand pressed against his forehead as he struggled to stay upright, his vision going hazy and watery as he tried to think things through. [i]On the head…in the head…on the head…[/i] The words were coming in a soft, sultry, almost giggly voice as he wobbled around, and he realized that it was trying to tell him to put the leaf on his head. Whatever it was, it was asking him to put the leaf on his forehead, and then…then… He didn’t know what then. Just that something would happen. Something that would make it clear what the leaf was. [i]Listening to weird voices…that sounds smart…[/i] His sarcasm didn’t do a thing to deter the giggling voice in his head, and he didn’t know if it would be deterred by anything that he did. For all that he knew, it was something that he was imagining, something brought on by shock or some disease in the leaf. But… [i]Do I really have anything to lose?[/i] With a sigh that almost had a bit of a giggle in it, Dexter brought the leaf to his head. He started to push it against his forehead, but it slid back, landing on the top of his head instead. POOF! There was a sudden cloud of smoke, and it was followed with green light that ran down the top of his head in lines across his body, streaking over his head, and down his shoulders, then down his back and his chest and arms. It went all the way down his body, all the way down to his feet, and then tingled on the way back up like a tickle that went through every nerve. He slumped back against the table to keep his balance, giggling to himself as he felt a bit silly, a bit out of it. Not hurting, not hot…well, a bit hot. He definitely felt a little sweaty, feeling it bubbling up through his skin and soaking part of his shirt, and a bit in the seat of his pants, and under his balls… Yeah, he was a bit sweaty, but it didn’t feel bad. It kinda felt good, when one got right down to it. Dexter was still grinning as he looked down at his hands, feeling like he was on some sort of trip. He had never been on drugs before, but this was kinda how people described it, right? Enjoying the feeling of being buzzed and a bit high, easily distracted, pushed to look at something that was different? Well, his hand was different, for sure. A brown-gray fur was starting to sprout from the backs of his knuckles, and as he leaned back on the table, he held it over his head. He turned his fingers this way and that in front of the ceiling lights. “That’s interesting.” He chuckled. “That’s very interesting.” “Subject will refrain from quoting famous characters.” “Ahhhh.” But it really was interesting, particularly as the fur continued to spread from his knuckles down his fingers, running along the digits and then around onto his palm. There were definitely little dark spots starting to show along his palm and over his fingers, pad-like things that were getting thicker and darker as the seconds ticked on. It still seemed rather impossible that it was happening in the first place, but was he bothered? No, not really. He ran his other hand over the changing bits, unable to help touching himself. The smoke in the air was thick with a different sort of smell, something that had started out as a more masculine musk, but… But it was changing. Becoming different, thicker, a bit hotter and more bitter. Kinda like…like a woman’s scent, in some ways. It didn’t make sense, but then again, the whole thing didn’t. Giggling, he sat down on the table, kicking his legs as he felt something else. A tingle in his ass and hips, a tightening in his clothes. Dexter leaned back with a whooooo. “Feels like something’s growing in back there. Feels like it’s getting real big, too. Did someone give my ass a +2 bonus?” “Subject appears to be high on his transformation…” “Oooooh, even better. I’m evolving!” Dexter was sounding sillier and sillier, and there was no way for him to stop. Not that he was entirely sure that he wanted to, at this point, but there was something so ridiculous about the whole thing that it was hard not to feel silly and want to make it funny. He laughed as he felt his ass pushing up under him, growing out and filling in the loose pants that had, up until that point, been threatening to slide right off his skinny frame. He wanted to see it. Wanted to feel it. The geek hopped forward – “OOF!” And almost immediately toppled forward, landing flat on his face on the floor. He laughed again, not even feeling the hit for some reason. Shaking his head, Dexter looked over his shoulder. His pants had been baggy as could be before, the backs of his jeans not even showing a hint of his ass in the past. Now, though, with whatever was happening to him, he could see that his ass cheeks were swelling out, pushing the denim to its limits and then some. The fabric was pushed so far that there were little points where the sewing and the fabric was starting to come apart, the beginning of rips in the pants. “Oooooh.” Groping his ass, he grinned, feeling just how soft it was. Nice and big, nice and soft. It’d jiggle like…like… [i]Why do I want a jiggle?[/i] That thought was the first sober thought that he’d felt, and he realized in that moment that he’d been pushed into the back of his own head by the transformation. Something else was going on, something else that was taking control, and…and something else that was sliding into his head and melding with him. [i]What the…who are…[/i] [i]Jun. I’m Jun, you’re Jun, we’re both Jun. Yay, friends.[/i] [i]…You’re a happy one.[/i] [i]I’m fucking sexy, and you’re getting to look just like me. Why wouldn’t we be happy?[/i] And it was a we, as weird as the whole thing was. He didn’t understand how that had changed so quickly, but as soon as he had figured out that there was something else in his head, he went back to being happy and giggly, and a little bit drunk as he groped his own ass, feeling it under his hand, feeling it expand as he touched it. Jun. Jun felt like a nice name, and one that he could enjoy. [i]Oh no, no, hun. We’re gonna be a she.[/i] [i]A she?[/i] [i]Always have been, always will be. Come on, mama, let’s get some boobs.[/i] And just like that, there was an explosive thrust of his chest against the floor. Dexter-Jun was shoved right back up to his feet, yelping as his shirt suddenly felt constraining, too tight for him by a great deal. He looked down, and his eyes just about bugged out of their sockets as he saw the rippling growth that was taking place underneath. [i]Come on, let’s see this in person.[/i] It was getting harder and harder for him to differentiate that voice from his own thoughts. All sorts of new urges were rolling over, filling him up – no, filling her up – and making her think about the things that she could do with this body. She’d just bet this fat ass would get all sorts of cocks and more brought her way, and she’d bet that there were plenty of men out there that wouldn’t even care if she had a dick if she had boobs and ass like this. She yanked her shirt over her head, and Jun leaned back as she saw the gray and brown fur from earlier had spread all across her stomach and chest. It was bloating out with her new boobs, spreading forward, covering them as they got bigger and bigger. The pink flesh at her nipples turned black, dark and swollen, and she moaned as she reached up and touched them. Moaned, then hiccuped. “Mmmph…my boobs…Hot boobs. Hey, you guys like my titties?” Her voice was rising, too, turning into something a bit different, a bit hotter. She giggled to herself, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, molesting them just as much as she had done her ass as it had grown. Not that it had stopped, either. Her pants were getting more and more uncomfortable, and she knew that there was no way that she could just shimmy out of them now. It clung to her ass like a greedy fan, and she wiggled it back and forth, trying to make herself feel a little more comfortable as her ass continued to swell. Then, the first rip came. RIIIIIP! She giggled, Jun rolling her eyes back as she felt the split down the middle, her large, fat ass pressing free of the denim. Her tail followed, a long, bushy thing that rolled out through the first hole, spreading it further, helping the back of the jeans rip more and more. She wiggled her hips from side to side, encouraging the growth, making her ass cheeks clap and sway, encouraging the ripping and spreading of the holes. She was enjoying it so much that she almost didn’t notice that something else was happening, too. Something that was very different, very new. She was shrinking. [i]Oh, right, I was shorter,[/i] Jun thought. [i]I need to be a bit better about that. A little less sauce.[/i] The idea of a tanuki that wasn’t drunk off her ass all the time was a weird one, but Jun admitted that there was a need for it here. Jun-Dexter, Dexter-Jun? No, just Jun, but Jun as she needed to be in the modern day. Jun that was filtered through a proper modern mind. As she shrank, falling from five-foot-nine to five-foot-four, the tanuki kicked off her pants, throwing them off to the side as she worked to get a bit more comfortable. The sensation of being free of her clothes was surprisingly nice, and as she got settled on the table again, spreading her legs, she could feel her cock and balls swelling, growing, rolling against the metal. [i]Mmm, those aren’t nearly big enough yet,[/i] she thought, laughing. [i]I need to have something big. Big golden balls of the tanuki…[/i] Jun spread her legs further, showing off her balls to the camera as they started churning, swelling, growing. She could feel them dropping further and further, pressing down against the table, grinding down on the metal surface. She leaned back, then forward, back, then forward, feeling them squishing and swelling beneath her. “Subject appears to be…enjoying herself.” “Fuck, she’s hot.” “Please don’t step up to the microphone, son.” “I don’t care, she’s fucking hot. She better be –” “Later, son.” Something was going on up there, but she didn’t know what. Maybe it was something going on between the observer and a family member, but the compliment to her appearance was something she couldn’t ignore. She grinned, rolling onto her side, lifting one leg to show off her balls again. They were growing, alright, growing and laying out over one leg as she let them churn and swell, swell and churn. They fattened up, one orb falling down the front of her leg, one the back, weighing her down and showing her off all the more. “Mmmm, I’m hot. Wouldn’t you fuck me?” she asked. There was a scuffle sound on the other end of the intercom, followed by the main voice coming back. “Subject will remove her shoes. The experiment is almost –” “I don’t have to remove anything, honey…they’re coming…they’re coming off…on their own…” The tanuki’s face started to warp at the same time that her feet did. As she moaned, her face pushed out in a shorter, boxier muzzle, growing out from her lips and nose and pulling the rest of her face along for the ride. Her ears were already growing longer, pushing back, twitching as they rode up along the sides of her face. And down at her shoes, her feet were growing. Not swelling, precisely, not pushing outwards, but rather, growing longer, pressing against the ends of her shoes and digging into them. The claws at the tips of her toes ripped against the fabric, pulling it apart every time that she curled the digits, and she moaned as she felt them getting bigger, longer. More sensitive. RIIIIP! The ends of her sneakers broke open as her feet flexed again, growing two, three, four inches longer than they had been. The ends of her feet pushed through the gap, showing her longer, more dexterous toes, looking like a combination between human digits and a feral raccoon’s, something that could grip easily but weren’t too out of the ordinary for her feet. The laces had popped as her feet had grown, and she kicked the shoes off as they got loose enough for it. Her feet were soft, humanoid enough in shape, though with slightly longer than average toes. She curled them for the camera, almost feeling like she was flaunting them for an audience of admirers. Jun rolled to the side again, holding her leg up, pointing her toes at the ceiling like a stripper on a stage, like someone dancing around a pole. Her cock throbbed, slowly getting wrapped up in a sheath, and she could feel that there was something happening to it down there. Something fun, she hoped, something that she could enjoy. More than that, her face was warping that little bit further, the end of her muzzle turning…puffy. She hadn’t expected that, to have lips that looked like a cock-sucking bimbo’s, but that was something that could be fun. She ran her fingers along them, giggling at the sensitivity. “Mmmm, someone’s going to have a lot of fun if they get their hands on me,” Jun said. “Fuck it, I want her.” “Let go of the microphone…Subject, you will submit yourself to the security forces when they arrive.” “Mmm, do I have to? I’d prefer to submit myself to the guy that’s talking on the other end.” “Oh come on. I need this…” “No. Subject will allow herself to be taken into custody and remanded as company property.” “Property. Kinky.” The far wall opened, and the security forces came out. Jun smiled at them all, and slowly walked forward, her hips swaying the whole time, her bottom quite happily jiggling as she walked down the new hallway. # Of course, being taken away from all the fun meant that she had to be reminded of just what had happened to her. Jun started calming down real quick when there was nobody to show off to and the drunken qualities of the transformation started fading away. It didn’t lead to a full-blown panic, but it did lead to a lot of concern that was disguised with boredom. The tanuki rolled in her bindings, twisting her arms around expertly to flip from being suspended face-down to lay face-up, and then vice versa when that one got boring. She used her balls as counterweights, swinging herself around with them, and then sighing when she got bored of that, too. [i]I should be more worried than I am,[/i] Jun thought. [i]I could be sold off somewhere as someone’s pet, or put into prison to be hidden away for the rest of my life, and I’m just…bored?[/i] That was part of being a tanuki, she felt. It was part of the species. They were so…different, that they just didn’t care too deeply about anything. Which was probably a good thing, since it meant that she wasn’t freaking out the way that Dexter might have been in a similar situation. Still, she was almost thankful when the intercom crackled to life again. She looked up as it spoke. “Subject. At the suggestion of a different member of staff –” “ME!” “…Ugh. Yes. Him. At the suggestion of a member of staff, you are to be pacified and trained via a different method of stimulation.” “And what’s that, hun?” she asked. “Oral stimulation, as well as stimulation to the sole.” “That sounds – YEEEEP!” Jun almost jumped out of her skin at the first slap across her soles. It had come so suddenly and so fast that she almost hadn’t realized that it had happened. She lifted her head, looking down past her tits. A pair of thin, steel rods had broken free from the wall, each wielded by a mechanical arm that looked more than ready to beat the crap out of her soles. She blushed, curling her toes – Thwap! Thwap! The rods came down on her feet twice more, and the tanuki just about jumped out of her bondage as she felt the raw heat that came after the impacts. She hissed as her arches ached from the sudden hit, having to force her toes out straight again. The chance of them getting hit was too high if they were still curled. Before she could complain, a silicone rod emerged from the other side of her cell, pushing forward until it rested against her lips. Dexter had some small experience with dick, but this thing… Well, if it wasn’t for the Jun personality that had been grafted onto his, she would have been terrified. Instead, she smiled. “Alright. Let’s see how much I can – mmmph!” The sudden thrust was enough to throw her head back, almost enough to snap her head off her neck as it went all the way to the base in the first thrust. She rocked her head back, the rubbing of the silicone against her new sensitive lips sending a twinge of pleasure all the way down to her cock and balls. One thrust, two, three, and her cock started rising, the tapered tip pushing out of her sheath and getting stiffer and stiffer. Her fingers curled into fists at the strange, powerful stimulation that came from sucking on the dildo, and – “MMMPH!” The smack on her foot again, the rods hitting her at random, beating heat into her soles with each and every impact. She jerked every time she felt the hit, almost feeling like her soles were being put to the torture of the tenderizer’s hammer in a butcher shop. At the same time, there was something that almost felt…good about it. Certainly, it didn’t do anything to make her cock go back down. Thrust went the dildo, SMACK went the rod. Squelch went the silicone rod, CRACK went the metal bar. In and out, in and out. The pleasure and the rhythm of it all started to get to her, and she started to arch her back to meet the fake cock that was plundering her throat, grinding her lips against the base every time that it came down. The pleasure that came with it, the reminder of how feminine that she’d become, how much of a cock-magnet her new body was…it was hot. It was really, really hot. She moaned as she had her feet tortured, the heat building up in her soles making it all the hotter for her. It was like the rods were tenderizing her, breaking down the hard toughness on the bottoms of her feet for them to be as soft as possible. She wondered, in the back of her head, if the guy that kept speaking up, this ‘son’, had a foot fetish. If he did, she imagined that he’d love what he was seeing. Her soles felt like they were burning, like the undersides had been lit on fire, and she didn’t know how much of it she could take. Smack, smack, smack, each one making it worse, making her drop further and further into horny need. The silicone dildo finally left her throat, leaving her gasping at the edge of orgasm. Her cock was out and oozing pre-cum over her belly, and she couldn’t do anything to touch it. Her balls dangled down between her legs, swollen and heavy, and she could swear that they were down to her ass at this point. “Mmmph…ah…ah…” “Subject will continue to be conditioned until such time as we are ready for further analysis.” “Do the shocks next, dad.” “You are paying for this out of your allowance…” “She’s gonna be mine, right?” “I’m still deciding. The archaeologist wants them, too.” “Fuck him…” “I’m still deciding. Do not push me too far on this.” [i]Oooh, the party’s not running so smooth as they want to pretend…[/i] Well, that made things more interesting. And if there was one thing that Dexter knew from all the games that she’d played, it was that bad guys having disagreements meant that there were always opportunities for the good guys to break free. All they had to do was look for a chink in the armor, a point where they weren’t working together, and she and Greg could break out without a second thought. That was, if Greg was going to go through this too, or…well, even wanted to be around her after this. [i]If he’s gay, he’s going to be in for a tremendous disappointment,[/i] she thought, looking down at herself. And for the first time since she had been transformed, Jun actually felt a bit sad at the thought. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]