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"description": "5 quickjolts in one story\nSmall ideas that I either couldn't or didn't have the time to make into a full story. I proposed the idea to a friend of mind, :icon5jk: and they wanted to give it a shot, since they only write short form works\nI'd like to make this an infrequent thing too. Short stories let me use those ideas I can't get a long story out of, and collab with others at the same time!\n\nThe stories featured and main kinks:\nThe Body Snatcher - fitzjolt (Horror, takeover)\nSubject V-7474 - 5jk (medical journal format, mpreg)\nThe Rain - fitzjolt (TF, public sex)\nThe Stranger in The Mirror - 5jk (post-TF, mtf)\nThe Buyout - fitzjolt (Synth TF, forced TF)\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60402345/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "5 quickjolts in one story
Small ideas that I either couldn't or didn't have the time to make into a full story. I proposed the idea to a friend of mind, :icon5jk: and they wanted to give it a shot, since they only write short form works
I'd like to make this an infrequent thing too. Short stories let me use those ideas I can't get a long story out of, and collab with others at the same time!

The stories featured and main kinks:
The Body Snatcher - fitzjolt (Horror, takeover)
Subject V-7474 - 5jk (medical journal format, mpreg)
The Rain - fitzjolt (TF, public sex)
The Stranger in The Mirror - 5jk (post-TF, mtf)
The Buyout - fitzjolt (Synth TF, forced TF)

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60402345/", "writing": "[center]The Body Snatcher[/center]\n\n“Stop!” A voice called out as he ran. End of the line. Joey had bit off more than he could chew this time and gotten sloppy. It was a perfect storm. His getaway driver got caught mid heist, rendering him solo, and they assigned that damn Detective Hugh to the case. “Fuck off, pig!” the shark shouted as he ran down an alley. Never a wise decision, he knew. He knew this town better than anyone; he could jump through an access hatch to the sewer and escape in no time. \n\nIf only it weren’t for the sack of cash around his shoulder. That was another point he had ignored in his plan. He packed it too full, and it felt awfully heavy. \n\n“Where’s the damn thing?” Joey flustered in the dark alley. The sun was setting already, casting the alley in shadow. He coulsn’t see a damn thing!\n\n“Stop right there, you Penny Plunderer!” A bovine stepped into view at the end of the alley. His trench coat fluttered in the wind of the coming storm. “The law isn’t far behind. May as well let me process you here.” \n\n“Detective Heath,” Joey turned and returned smugly, masking any panic he was feeling. “We meet again.”\n\n“Funny,” the detective entered the alley, masking half his body in shadow. “I don’t recall ever meeting you.” He reached into his coat for a pair of handcuffs. “But knowing your kind, it certainly won’t be the last.”\n\n“Hah!” Joey spat. “If only you knew!” He set his sack of riches on the decrepit alley floor. “Since you’ve clearly caught me, I may as well spill the beans.” Joey’s smug grin turned to one of horror. His eyes spun as his stomach bulged like something was trying to escape.\n\n“Whoa there, buster.” Detective Heath flung his arm up to cover his face. “Don’t go spewing your guts just yet. We need that recorded for evidence.” He opened the cuffs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you off light for being cooperative.” Joey started shaking wildly, like he was having a seizure. Heath didn’t take this seriously, instead opting to restrain him and latch the cuffs around his wrists. “You have the right to remain silent,” he started reading him his rights. What he couldn’t see thanks to the darkness was the pulsing, engorging veins along Joey’s head and neck turning a bright green, throbbing with each pump of blood. “What’s wrong? Run out of clever ideas to try and confuse me?”\n\nBefore he could think of another witty retort, something gruesome happened. A disgustingly wet ripping sound echoed through the alley. “What,” Heath kept a hand on Joey’s shoulder as he switched sides, inspecting the noise. A small, dark brown insect, no larger than a studded animal, had burst through Joey’s chest and white shirt. Covered in stomach bile and other ghastly fluids, its beady little eyes locked onto Detective Heath. Joey’s body, now a lifeless flesh sack, fell backward into the shadows. “My god!” Detective Heath fell backward, pushing himself further away. “What the hell is that?!” \n\nClouds set in over the sunset, casting them in complete darkness. “SCREEEEEE!” A shrill screech trilled through the alley as Detective Heath felt something land on his face. “NO! GET IT OFF!” He clawed at the creature covering his head. Its wet body was so hard to grasp. The creature slipped from his hands and latched onto his bovine face. \n\nHeath screamed, but he was quickly silenced by the little body entering his mouth. Just small enough to force its way down his throat, the bodily fluids covering his body assisting in his descent, it wasn’t long before Heath felt it enter his stomach. The taste was putrid. He wanted so badly to vomit, but the sensation never came. The clawing sensation of the creature’s thin, little legs inside of him was enough to send him reeling. He curled into a ball and tried to fight the pain. Shivers ran down his spine as he suddenly felt nothing. Everything went numb.\n\nA lump traveled up his side, climbing his spine. It reached his neck, squeezing through his neck and into his skull. His head felt heavier as it reached his brain.\n\n[i]You know how many times I’ve run into you?[/i] A voice echoed in his head. [i]The gem heist of ‘99, that big car raid from a few years ago, and let's not forget my recent spree of bank robberies.[/i] Heath’s eyes shook in realization.[i] I stole all their bodies for my own purposes. No wonder you weren’t able to solve them! HA! [/i]It sighed sarcastically. [i]However, it’s about time I took care of this problem entirely and claimed you as my new body.[/i]\n\nHeath tried to form words: a retort, a plea, [b]anything[/b]. “Why?” he asked breathily.\n\nThe creature dismissed his question. Heath felt a sharp sting against his brain.[i] I’ve got my stinger riiiiiight against your brain. Once I plunge inside, you’re mine.[/i] Heath panted heavily. [i]Any last words?[/i]\n\n“Leave my family out of this,” Heath pleaded. “Take me, that’s fine. But leave Martha and the calves out of this.”\n\n[i]No promises,[/i] it teased. \n\n“You…” he struggled. “Bastard!”\n\nIt thrust its stinger into his brain. Heath wailed in pain. It was like his body was cast into a volcano. His skin was burning, his blood boiling, and he tasted copper. His vision instantly shut off as if his eyes were no more than televisions. “I’m…sorry…Martha…” his last sentient thoughts.\n\n[i]Good, now you’re done being foolish.[/i] He tapped into Heath’s memories. All the knowledge he had contained within him was now its own. [i]Oh, I see. You were a trusted individual, weren’t you? Oh, wait,[/i] it chuckled. [i]Aren’t [b]we [/b]a trusted individual? Safe codes, secret knowledge of valuable goods and information, and much more information that any crook would kill to have.[/i]\n\nSirens approached from down the road, their flashing red and blue lights a dead giveaway. [i]Honestly, if they wanted to do their job, they’d turn those damn things off.[/i] He reached into Heath’s brain and made him stand.\n\nOfficers ran into the alley. “Heath, are you alright?!” \n\n‘Heath’ rose from the ground. “Yeah,” he said shakily. “The perp pulled some wild tactics to throw me off. I’m not even gonna mention.” He pointed to the shadows, where Joey’s feet were still visible. “Let the chief know I’m seeking medical attention.”\n\n“Oh, alright.” The other officer said as he made his way over to Joey.\n\nHeath walked out of the alley. A smirk crossed his face. “Another beautiful escape.”\n\n[center]__________[/center]\n\n\n[center]Subject: V-7474[/center]\n\n\nLongitudinal Study on the Effects of Hyper Pregnancy on Cognitive Function and Psychological Well-Being.\nPrincipal Investigator: Dr. Janet Jackson \nCo-Investigator: Dr. Henry Holiday \nDate of Report: 09/10/20XX \nSubject ID: V-7474 \nDate of Enrollment: 10/09/20XX \nStudy Duration: 5 Months\nThis study aims to investigate the cognitive and psychological effects of unusually large pregnancies on healthy male Merpurrs. \nDue to the lack of any relevant past, research material. This test will serve as a foundation for further analysis of the subject going forward.\n---\nMonth 1: October 20XX\nMethods:\nParticipant: One healthy volunteer (Subject ID: V-7474), aged 23, male. In the first trimester of pregnancy.\nProcedure: Initial baseline assessment followed by cognitive testing.\nCognitive Tests Administered: Stroop Test, Digit Span Test, Reaction Time Assessment, and Mood Assessment Questionnaire.\nResults:\n* Baseline cognitive performance established.\n* Subject reported mild fatigue and occasional forgetfulness, with an average Stroop Test response time of 600 ms.\n-----\nInterview Excerpt\nDate of Interview: 10/30/20XX \nInterviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday \nSubject ID: V-7474\nContext: This interview was to establish a cooperative relationship between the Doctor and the Subject. \nDue to Subject V-7474's unique animal physiology¹, they were given proper living quarters for their aquatic form.\nDr. Holiday: Hello, Subject V-7474, and might I say before we begin it is an honor to communicate with something like yourself. It is a high point of my career for sure.\nSubject V-7474: Hmf, Mr. Holiday we've just met and you're already trying to butter me up?\nDr. Holiday: Oh no Subject 7474 I was just trying to say-\nSubject V-7474: I'm just joking Mr. Holiday It's a pleasure to meet you as well.\n{ Dr. Holiday chuckles at the remark. }\nDr. Holiday: My apologies 7474, I just don't want to leave a bad first impression.\nSubject V-7474: I understand first impressions are indeed incredibly important. But never mind that I'm assuming you have questions for me?\nDr. Holiday: Yes, I guess today's question would be. What is the oceanic opera I kept hearing about?\nSubject V-7474: Ah! The Oceanic Operetta~ It's a grand festival where all from different corners of the world come together, they celebrate in one grand Celebration.\nIt's also where the \"king\" that was chosen leaves his eggs. \nDr. Holiday: And I'm assuming you are the one who is toasting for this year?\nSubject V-7474: Indeed, I am Doctor.\nDr. Holiday: I gotta say it sounds like a big thing. You'll be missing out on that. Sir, I would have chosen to stay here when that is what I'll be missing out on.\nSubject V-7474: It's fine. I can afford to waste 1 year and I have no doubt they'll put The Crown back on me. As soon enough.\nDr. Holiday: And now it says here you tend to have large brutes. Is there a specific number, or?\nSubject V-7474: Our broods are typically somewhere in the hundreds, but as the \"King\" I’ve been selected as this year’s prime candidate; my breed shall be in the thousands.\nDr. Holiday: Really? Pardon my offense but you don't look like you have hundreds in you and why have so many?\nSubject V-7474: it's just the 1st month you can't expect me to be showing right off the bat. There's a process here... also a lot of them are dummy eggs, admittedly.\n{ Subject V-7474 shrugs. }\nSubject V-7474: You gotta confuse the predators, somehow.\n---\nMonth 2: November 20XX\nMethods:\n* Procedure: Cognitive assessments continued, with a focus on emotional well-being.\n* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same tests, plus a new Emotional Well-Being Scale.\nResults:\n* Subject reported feelings of glee related to the impending birth.\n* Average response time on the Stroop Test increased to 700 ms, with the Digit Span Test showing a decrease from 8 to 7 digits recalled.\n----\nInterview Excerpt\nDate of Interview: 11/23/20XX \nInterviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday \nSubject ID V-7474\nContext: This interview was conducted to gather qualitative data on the subject's experiences during the study.\nSubject V-7474: Oh, Doctor Holliday~ I have a question to ask you. It pertains to the matter of beauty, specifically how you humans choose to define it.\nDr. Holiday: It's... hmm, And how do I answer this? Well on a more instinctual level, it was believed that those who were perceived as beautiful. Also would have been good Partners to have kids with and vice versa.\n{ Subject V-7474 appeared inquisitive, nodding at holiday's words. }\nDr. Holiday: But why do I have the feeling, that's not why you asked the question, 7474?\nSubject V-7474: Indeed, I asked this because it appears I've become an object of attraction amongst some of your staff.¹\nDr. Holiday: I- What? Subject V-7474, I'm sorry, if anyone on the team has made you uncomfortable in any way-\nSubject V-7474: Oh, no, no, no! You misunderstand me, I find it quite flattering. A large brood is a size of great fertility and is often considered alluring to others, so it is no surprise some of you find my body so appealing. Honestly, I would be more offended if no one commented on it.\"\nDr. Holiday: Well, I'm... glad? To hear that V-7474, do you still remember what they looked like for the record?\n\nSubject V-7474: Mmmm, no I'm afraid they've done their due diligence. Their faces were covered and they had no identification tags, they even wore gloves.\nSubject V-7474: They even took their notes away which is quite sad but I do understand so they would have dissolved if they were left with me.\nDr. Holiday: Well, thank you for bringing this to our attention. We'll do a sweep over this staff immediately, having such feelings could easily compromise the test.\nSubject V-7474: You're quite welcome Mr. Holiday. Although I do request that, you don't go too hard on them, I imagine they didn't mean any harm.\n{ Holiday moves to leave the room. }\nSubject V-7474: Oh! Before I forget this \"tank\" as you call it. Has proven that it cannot handle my Majestic form, I do request a change of quarters quickly.\nDr. Holiday: I'll see what I can do, and happy Thanksgiving, 7474.\n---\nAdditional notes\n* Subject V-7474 has displayed remarkable growth.²\n* Although it has suggested that its current quarters have proven to be insufficient in properly hosting their size.³\n* Thus, under Holiday's recommendations Subject V-7474 should be relocated to a larger tank. ⁴\n---\n¹ If Subject V-7474 words are too believed, then some of the staff have been getting concerning close to the subject. It is recommended that the staff is revetted and the perpetrators are properly disciplined.\n² [...] So how large do you think he's gonna get? [...] 50 bucks he makes it to tank H.\n³ Size reference Tank E\n⁴ The fish says he's received romantic notes from some of the staff. How much do you wanna bet it was the night's crew, it seems right up in their alley to do something like that. [...]\n---\nMonth 3: December 20XX\nMethods:\n* Procedure: Continued cognitive assessments as the subject entered the second trimester.\n* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same as Month 1.\nResults:\nThe subject reported decreased energy levels and has displayed little interest in any activities besides sleeping.\nAverage Stroop Test response time increased to 650 ms, indicating cognitive slowing.\n-----\nInterview Excerpt\nDate of Interview: 12/19/20XX \nInterviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday \nSubject ID V-7474\nContext: This interview was conducted to gather qualitative data on the subject's experiences during the study.\n{ Footage shows Subject V-7474 upright and floating near the bottom of the tank. A tremor passes through his body every several minutes with his belly pulsing,¹ this silence is interrupted with Holiday enters the room. }\nDr. Holiday: Hello, Subject V-7474. I take it that the pregnancy is going well.\nSubject V-7474: Ugh.\nDr. Holiday: I'll take that as a yes, so it says right here that you've been feeling a level of pressure lately. How would you describe it right now?\nSubject V-7474: Increasing.²\nDr. Holiday: They’re very active 74.\nSubject V-7474: Yeah, they're just excited that's all. The little buggers know the Operetta isn't too far away, heh.\n{ Subject V-7474 starts yawning }\nSubject V-7474: Mmmm, sorry Doc I don't think I'll be much help going forward. That baby coma is starting to hit really hard right now.\n{ Subject V-7474 snorted }\nSubject V-7474: Baby coma. \nDr. Holiday: I see there's been an active decrease in activity. Is this generally normal for your kind?\nSubject V-7474: Absolutely dearie, it's like some kind of body energy, science nonsense. I'm afraid it only gets worse before it gets better. So don't take offense if I find Myself disconnecting more often.\n---\n¹ Reviewing the footage one could see bulges rise and fall, rolling along the surface of his considerable girth. According to the Subject swimming had become more difficult.\n² Within the past several weeks Subject V-7474's belly was riddled with growth spurts, much to the discomfort of the subject.\n----\nMonth 4: January 20XX\nMethods:\n* Procedure: Weekly assessments of mood, cognitive performance, and physical well-being.\n* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same tests.\nResults:\n* Subject V-7474 no longer displays any response to any stimuli, even Holiday's finger system fails to initiate a response.\n* In more typical circumstances, this would be alarming. Although we do have reason to believe this state is temporary and will be alleviated after the birthing process is completed.\n* Cognitive performance has sharply declined, with Stroop Test response time being unmiserable.\n---\nAdditional notes\n* Subject V-7474 continues to display remarkable if rather alarming growth.¹\n* It is the current belief that tank H will not be enough to properly hold the subject. ²\n* Thus, it is heavily recommended that the subject is to be relocated to a larger tank. ³\n---\n¹ [...] The number keeps climbing, we're in the 8-digit range!\n² Size reference Tank H\n³ The fuck you mean \"he's getting too big\" do you not know how large that thing is? It is as deep as Mount Everest is tall and you're telling me that shrimp over out back is getting too large for it? [...]\n---\nMonth 5: February 20XX\nMethods:\n* Procedure: Final assessments are conducted just before the expected due date.\n* Cognitive Tests Administered: All previous tests.\nResults:\n* Subject has failed to give any noticeable responses to the testing.\n* Final Stroop Test response time averaged 850 ms, with Digit Span Test performance at 6 digits recalled.\n-----\nInterview Excerpt\nDate of Interview: 02/23/20XX \nInterviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday \nSubject ID V-7474\nContext: This interview was conducted In a new holding facility after It had been determined under Doctor Holiday's recommendations that the subject be moved to a new facility as they were determined to be too big to be properly whole in the old one.\nDue to the risk of Subject V-7474 Going into labor Doctor Holiday has been granted clearance to call upon a specialized task force to ensure a safe delivery.\nDr. Holiday: Subject V-7474.\n{ Subject V-7474 A fails to respond in a timely manner. The Doctor reached his hand out hesitating before tapping the glass. }\nDr. Holiday: 74?\n{ V-7474 seemed to be in a daze, only half conscious, where he was perched in the corner of the tank. }\nDr. Holiday: Mmmm, It appears the subject's skin has reached its limit of elasticity. His numerous eggs no longer bulge against the surface of his belly. Now his skin was stretched taut over them.\nDr. Holiday: 74 was due to give birth today, but he barely seemed to notice. We've recorded several growth spurts he's had recently but the only reaction was grunts and him squirming.\n{ There are several seconds of silence before Holiday speaks again. }\nDr. Holiday: Honestly, I'm considering cutting this short and inducing labor for his own sake. Indeed, something may have gone wrong with the proc-\nSubject V-7474: NNNNNG!\n{ Holiday can be seen whipping around in response to Subject V-7474's distress. Further examination of the footage shows that Subject V-7474's eyes had snapped open, his lips parted, and his face contorted in discomfort.\nHis belly bobbed and heaved, his form tense as the mass shuddered. He threw back his head as he clutched his gut, more bubbles escaping his throat. }\nDr. Holiday: Damn it! Code yellow, I repeat code yellow! Subject V-7474 is in labor! Where is the team!? Where is fuc-\n{ The rest of the footage seems to be left in an unrecoverable state, it is believed that Holiday might have damaged it in his rush to get assistance. }\n---\nConclusions: The longitudinal study indicates that Merpurr's pregnancies function similarly to that of the Seahorses.\nJust as Subject V-7474 said their status had rapidly improved after the labor process had concluded. \nSeveral of the eggs were taken by them, as they were returned back to the designated pick-up location.\nLeaving the foundation with quote \"several thousand\" eggs as V-7474 expresses little interest in taking more than an armful.\nRecommendations:\n- Further research with larger sample sizes and diverse populations is recommended to generalize findings better. \n- Incorporate regular qualitative interviews in future studies to capture participant experiences. \n- It is imperative that we look into increasing the size of our holding tanks.\n\n[center]__________[/center]\n\n[center]\nThe Rain[/center]\n\nCharles left the office after a long and frustrating day of coding work. “We’re never gonna get done in time,” the man moaned. “They keep adding more and more issues to the release milestone!” His business suit was wrinkled and disheveled from the busy work day. “I’ll have to work from home to finish this by the deadline.” His long, brown hair was barely contained in his hair tie. “I really wish I had a car.”\n\nThe phone in his pocket went off with a siren. Charles froze. Seemed like his day was about to turn up. Clouds hurriedly covered the sky as he pulled out his phone. \n\n[b][center]!!WARNING!! !!WARNING!!\n\nTRANSFORMATIVE RAINSTORM INBOUND. FIVE-MINUTE WARNING.[/b]\n\n5:00… 4:59… 4:58…[/center]\n\nOh yeah, things were about to get spicy. Cars sped down the road as sirens blared from everyone’s phones. Humans ran into nearby stores and buildings, seeking shelter from the rain. Charles, though? He just stood there. “This is what I needed,” he thought.\n\nBut not so fast. The programmer-by-day turned around, placing his suitcase, phone, and suit jacket inside the office’s entryway. He wouldn’t need them where he was going. “Wonder what will happen this time?” Those like Charles, who dared to brave the rain, stood outside awaiting a fun day.\n\n[center]\n0:05… 0:04… 0:03…[/center]\n\n“I hope it’s a wolf this time.” He felt a drop of rain on his hand. A smile crossed his face as a wave of warmth flooded his body. The rainfall quickly amped up from there, surging into a heavy downpour. With every drop that touched him, he could feel his body warping, twisting, expanding, transforming. The others who stood outside with him spread their arms wide to cherish the sensation of the transformation.\n\nMagenta fur began sprouting from his skin as his musculature grew dense and toned. The clothes on his body didn’t stand a chance, tightening rapidly against his body before ripping apart. The shreds fell quickly, pushed onto the ground under the intense weight of the rainfall. He was stark naked in front of his office.\n\nA long, equine snout shot from his face, looking dreadfully out of place on his human-sized face. However, the face was quickly remedied by his expanding skull, ears relocating and stretching. “YES!” Charles shouted as his arm and leg bones cracked and reformed to their new shape, adding two feet to his overall height. He flexed his muscles, savoring the sensation of becoming a horseman. It had only happened once before, and it was the best of any outcome he and the other humans could have under the effects of the transforming rain. His feet shriveled into his legs, forming sturdy hooves.\n\nTo his surprise, his cock shriveled away. As his balls receded into his body, forming a tight, fresh vagina, his cock shrank down to a clit, raging for stimulation. His brown hair erupted in length, reaching his waist, clinging to his short-magenta-furred body. “OHHH!” Charles moaned, feeling a quiver in his chest. As he reached for the feeling with his hands, breasts sprouted forth, growing, ballooning, reaching massive sizes as they poured out from underneath his hands.\n\n“Oh, darling.” Charles’ voice hiked up. “What a surprise.” The new horse woman stood proudly on the sidewalk, stark naked and primed for action. A heat overcame her — an unending lust, begging to be satisfied. As long as the rain lasted, as long as her body was wet, she would try to quench it.\n\nA werewolf approached her. “Hey.” His muscles were bulging, barely contained within his furry body. “Saw you from over there,” he flexed his arm and pointed to the bar down the road. “I couldn’t help notice your hot bod.”\n\n“That was fast, big boy.” Charles, she’d have to change her name for the duration of the rain, wrapped around his arm, and caressed his muscles. “You came awful quick.”\n\n“You know what the rain does, babe.”\n\n“Do I?” She asked seductively. “Why don’t you show me?” She pressed her snout against his muzzle, shoving her long, thick tongue inside. Filling his mouth, it slid down his throat, oozing saliva directly into his stomach. The unspoken rules of those who chose to enjoy the transformative rain were simple: have sex with each other, don’t exchange names, and keep it consensual.\n\nWithout further words exchanged, the two got down to business. Charlie, as she decided to call herself, shoved the werewolf to the ground and sat on top of him. She chuckled as she felt his massive cock in her hands. The heat radiating from the red rocket was nearly enough to singe her hand. But her real goal was the knot. In a body like this, she could take it without any problems. Charlie leaned forward, shoving her breasts in his face. They felt like sandbags, smothering the wolf’s muzzle with the rain water soaked in her fur, along with the sweat that had begun to form from the heat of the moment.\n\nCharlie reached behind her, pulling the wolf’s girth toward her pussy. Once she felt the tapered tip of it against her lips, she worked up the nerve to go full hog. She sat back on his cock, taking the full 18 inches of it down to the base. She screamed with delight as her freshly transformed snatch was filled. The cock stretched her womb, a large bulge showing in her stomach. Her screams of carnal pleasure echoed through the streets, attracting the various anthros that had been freshly transformed. A few began to walk their direction, dicks erect and pussies dripping with lust. A crowd quickly formed around the office building, watching the two beasts go at it like animals.\n\n“Looks like fun,” a bright orange lapine said, stepping over the werewolf. “Mind if I join in?” She say her fat rear on his face, immedaitely moaning like a slut. A moist, canine tongue was lapping at her slit, greedily tasting her juices. “FUCK!” She shouted with lust oozing from her voice. “Hey, you, come here,” she raised her arms and motioned for Charlie to come closer. She planted her lips on hers, the two locking lips and swapping spit like it was a thing to do. An orgy broke out, blocking the entrance to the office. \n\n“HEY!” An angry, bald-headed man ran out of the building. “Hey, you freaks move!” Some of us have to get home!” He wore full-body rain gear, even enough to cover his face. “Unlike you, I have a life!”\n\n“Come here, little man,” A dad-bodded kangaroo cooed, grabbing him. His coat was ripped off, along with everything underneath. “You need to loosen up.”\n\n“LET ME GO!” The man shouted as he began to transform, green fur sprouting over his body. “Let me go this INSTANT! You DEVIANTS! You FAGS! You… YOU- Hmmph!” The Kangaroo planted his large lips over the man’s face, muffling his hateful protests. As the man transformed in his arms, his outrage quickly turned to lust. He shrunk, his hips exploding in size, bunny ears sprouting from his head, and his cock scaling down to microdick sizes. The former man shrunk in the roo’s arms, reduced to a shortstack, with all his assets allocated to his bubbly femboy ass.\n\n“Isn’t that better?” The kangaroo asked. He knew he had broken one of the key rules, but sometimes, rules were meant to be broken.\n\nThe former bald man panted wildly as a heat swarmed his body. “Oh~ Is that cock for me, mister~?” He asked teasingly as he pointed to the hog that stood erect on the Kangaroo’s groin. He didn’t wait for a response, turning around and thrusting his boipussy onto it and down to the hilt. He was promptly grabbed by the roo and used as a fleshlight.\n\nThe rain continued into the night. The soaked furry bodies never had their fill as they kept at their orgy. Their cum stained the streets, dying it a rainbow of colors. The sidewalk would remain that way for months, a constant reminder to humankind of their sexual deviancy. When the rain finally stopped, and they began to dry off, they quickly retreated to their homes, not wanting to be caught outside naked. The key to their occasional fuck-fests was the anonymous nature of their partners. \n\nCharlie awoke the next day completely refreshed. No looming deadline would get him down now, having let out all of his stress and anxieties. “If only it rained more often,” Charlie sighed as he got dressed for the day, remembering he had left his things at work.\n\n__________\n\n\n[center]The stranger in the mirror[/center]\n\n\n\"I mean yeah, you might have lost your dick, grew a pair of knockers and got them doorway jamming hips. But that doesn't mean you're any less of a guy to me or the rest of the staff!\" the flamingo exclaimed.\n\nJonathan grimaced just now, understanding why Ceviche wasn't allowed to talk publicly. It was like she was going out of her way to put her foot in her mouth.\n\nThankfully, his room was just at arm's length, meaning he didn't have to endure this conversation any longer.\n\n\"Uh... thanks Ceviche, I don't know what I would do without you,\" the toucan remarked reaching for the door.\n\n\"That's what I'm here for, moral support! And several other things, but mostly support.\" She cheerfully remarked.\n\n“Yeah...” he murmured, his voice fading as he stepped into the solitude of his room. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he quickly locked it. Then, he beelined towards the bathroom, not appreciating his lower figure agreeing with Ceviche's earlier comment as it brushed the widened door frame.\nJonathan draped himself over the marble sink, staring directly at the water top, trying his best to will the thought that the past several months were just a strange nightmare that he had. \nThe idea that someone could live through several months' worth of events and not recognize any of them would have been less terrifying than what he was currently experiencing. Grimacing, he pulled himself up to meet the stranger in the mirror. \nThe same woman who had been plaguing his dreams was the one who had also stolen his face. As he persisted staring at the mirror, he hesitantly reached for her beak, unsure of what he was looking at. Running his thumb along its smooth surface, he realized it was memorable, to say the least. It was the longest beak he had ever seen and surprisingly light as well; he had expected it to be much heavier.\nHe ran his hand through her curly hair, which had a nice texture. If he weren't going through what he was right now, he might have dared to call her attractive. \nRegarding the changes to his body, however, he let out a heavy sigh and stepped back. The bird possessed an exceedingly curvaceous figure, one that he thought only existed in exaggerated pornography. \nHer ass was magnificent, a work of art even, the kind of thing both men and women would kill over. Furthermore, her lower half looked almost, no scratch, that it was twice as wide as her torso!\nIt certainly felt that way; he couldn't fit through most doorways like other people could, nor could he find any pants that could house such a figure.\nInterestingly, her chest was rather normal, even small. He guessed that was the cost of having such a lopsided figure. While that image was funny, it only reminded him of his predicament.\nJonathan supposed that was at least one good thing about this entire situation. No one would recognize him, which was a good thing indeed, considering he was effectively a dead man.\nAs he clicked his beak, the bird began to leave the dismal scene. This would have been more difficult if the staff hadn’t taken the time to relocate him to an area that was virtually perfect for someone of his size.\nHe really thought they would have flipped out upon seeing that their guest was replaced by some strange woman. But they seemed very understanding, almost like they were prepared for something of this nature to happen.\nOf course, he thought that w- Wonderful! She had been gone for so long, It was rather distressing really. Without her guiding hand who knows where the quality of her hotel could have slid to in her absence. But of course, she needn't have worried. The building was still packed with paying and more importantly, satisfied customers. \nThe workforce maintained a perfect 5 out of 5 performance, and her room, untouched for years, still looked as pristine as the day she left it. It had been thoroughly dusted from top to bottom, and the windows were spotless. The view of the rest of the property was just as breathtaking, with not a speck of trash to be seen anywhere. \nAnd her crowning jewel, the self-portrait she had commissioned so long ago. There it stood on the wall, still just as captivating after all these years. The only frustrating part was how long the transfer process was taking. Ceviche had only recently connected with her new tenant just two months ago, and now was confidently wandering around as if she had worked here all her life. It made her wonder if the flamingo was brighter than she gave her credit for. \nRegardless, she had already erased his physical form; now only his mind remained, and that needed careful handling if she wanted to avoid alerting him.\nGranted Jonathan didn't seem to be very bright so perhaps she could afford to be more brazen in her efforts. After all, she had been hijacking his consciousness for several weeks now and he still failed to notice anything. \nClicking her beak, she looked away in thought. Poor, poor Jonathan, so handsome and yet so dense. She almost felt guilty for what she was about to do, but he was destined to become a part of something greater than himself.\nSo she presumed it was all right in the end. Smiling at the thought, she stepped back from the control panel, letting his consciousness take the wheel, so to speak. -as strange but he wasn't really in the position to look a gift horse in the mouth like... that? \nJonathan blinked, momentarily confused about what he was doing. His hands rested on his hips as he recalled what he was doing, he was scouring for something to cover his extensive hips. Perhaps he could enlist the help, as they had managed to solve most of his issues so far. Reclining on his remarkably soft bed, he resumed pondering how to deal with this situation, as ideas swirled around in his mind. \n\nMeanwhile, the portrait that depicted the strange woman who looked down upon what would be her future vessel and smiled. \n\n[center]__________[/center]\n\n[center]The Buyout[/center]\n\n“SHIT! I’M LATE!” Alisa shouted as she ran for the office. “And today was the big meeting too!” Her nice white blouse was flying out of her skirt, flapping behind her. Her alarm just HAD to not go off today. Of course! As the fox ran inside, she nearly fell over seeing the place completely empty. Usually, the lobby was a hustle and bustle with angry clients complaining about their insurance premiums, but there wasn’t a single sound. Even Julia, the secretary, was missing! \n\n“They must all be at the meeting?” She asked herself wearily. “Maybe I can sneak in.” The email last week said it would be on the third floor. [i]Better take the stairs if I’m trying to be sneaky.[/i] Silently, she climbed up the echoing stairwell and made her way to the big office. Even the cubicles in IT were empty. Luckily, she made it while the meeting was still in session. The big office was large enough to hold the entire office, only 57 of them as a whole. She crouched and crept in, the red blazer she saved for special occasions dragging on the floor.\n\n“In closing, esteemed colleagues, let us warmly embrace the boundless opportunities presented by our collaborative venture at Escort Industries. We enthusiastically encourage each of you to actively engage in the pursuit of professional excellence as we collectively strive to exceed expectations and 'scale new heights' within our innovative, fur-friendly work environment.” A female Border Collie stood at the front of the room dressed like a CEO. On the room’s smart board, a new logo was displayed. “Let us embark on this journey of growth and 'synergize' our individual strengths to propel our organization to new realms of success and market dominance. Here at Escort Industries, we are not just a team, we are a 'pride' of dedicated professionals ready to 'pounce' on challenges and 'lap up' the sweet nectar of achievement!\" \n\nEveryone clapped robotically as the smart board flicked off. “Ugh,” Alisa moaned under her breath as she stood amongst the others. “Glad I missed that.” She started clapping to blend in.\n\n\"We cordially invite you all to indulge in a selection of 'refueling options' curated to 're-energize' and 'stimulate' your palates, conveniently situated within our 'innovation hub'. This thoughtfully arranged interlude serves as a tangible expression of our gratitude for your unwavering dedication and 'team spirit'. Before you 'resume operations', please take a moment to 'meld with the collective consciousness' and 'refresh your synapses' in our 'break-through' area. It's our hope that these 'regenerative bites' will 'fuel the engines' of your creativity and productivity as we embark on this new chapter in our shared corporate odyssey!\"\n\nEveryone turned in and began robotically leaving the breakroom. Something was off, and Alisa could feel it in her bones. Bulldog guards were stationed in the corner of the room, their muscles barely contained in their branded t-shirts. As her colleagues left the big office, she hopped in line to blend in. Her instincts were telling her there was foul play, and she was gonna get to the bottom of it. The line reached the break room, now rebranded as the ‘innovation hub’. “What’s the deal with all this change?” She asked herself. “And all this stupid corporate speak. I bet that bitch thinks she’s so damn smart.” \n\nAs the line slowly made progress, something struck the fox. She couldn’t smell anything. Whenever the office had food before, she and several others, in fact, could smell it from the next floor. Whether it was pizza, donuts, or whatever, they thought would be a good idea to boost morale that week or tempt them to work extra hours. But this time? Nothing. Not a single trace of food. In fact, all she could smell was hot metal, like when the printer was overheating and on the verge of exploding again. There were bulldogs everywhere as the line continued to move at a snail’s pace. \n\nFrom behind her, the woman from the meeting came up, approaching a beagle with a clipboard. “How many were there, Jeremy?”\n\n“All were in attendance, Miss Guan, except for one, Alisa Honit.”\n\n“Shit,” the Collie exclaimed. “We need her to be hypnotized for this. Where is she?”\n\n“I’m not sure. I have the boys searching the line for her.”\n\n“Well, search harder!” She smacked him, sending the clipboard onto the ground. “I can’t have anyone knowing about this. All my employees have their records wiped and identities erased from government files, remember?” She stepped on the clipboard as Jeremy leaned over to pick it up, nursing his slapped face. “If word gets out that I’m forcibly taking over a company, you’re going down with me,” she reminded him through gritted teeth.\n\n“Yes, Miss Guan,” he said tiredly, as if this wasn’t his first bout with potential failure. She stormed off, her heels click-clacking as she stormed off.\n\n[i]Oh my god… [/i]Alisa panicked. Sweat began to coat her nice blazer. She dared to turn and look behind her. The panda behind her was from accounting, and her eyes were pure white. [i]WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? [/i]She panicked. What if she ran? Those bulldogs would chase her down for sure. She had no choice but to act casual. Have that same dull face and hope they didn’t pay enough attention.\n\nTime seemed to slow as the line moved. As she got closer, a grueling *whiiiiiiiiir* spilled from the former break room. That sure didn’t sound like the shuffling of pizza boxes or a pot of coffee brewing. She reached Jeremy, who grabbed the nametag hanging from the collar of her blazer. “Hmm…” his eyes widened. He looked at Alisa, who was sweating bullets, trying not to look anywhere but forward. “Found her.” The bulldogs standing beside him grabbed her immediately. “Take her to the front. No witnesses.”\n\n“NO! WAIT!” Alisa shouted frantically as one of the dogs slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “WAIT! DON’T DO THIS!”\n\n“I’m sorry, Miss Honit,” Jeremy said plainly. “It’s just good business.” \n\nThe Bulldog stormed through the line, bringing her into the ‘innovation hub.’ The grimy tables, stained Keurigs, and dingy fridge were replaced by a frightening-looking archway. Her co-workers were lined up in front of it, and what she saw exiting it terrified her—a pure white, shining, robotic synth; a mere shadow of the employee who entered it. “We found the girl,” the bulldog said to the synth operating the archway. “Give her program #5. Mistress wants her as a secretary.”\n\n“What?” Alisa panicked, struggling in the dog’s arms. The synth pressed a few buttons on the control screen and gave a thumbs-up. The bulldog picked Alisa and placed her in the center of the archway. Shackles shot from the bottom of it and latched around her ankles. Lights came to life around the inside of the archway and shot little beams of light at her body. Her blazer, skirt, and everything else were destroyed piece by piece, leaving her naked. “HEY! STOP! PLEASE!” She begged, trying to cover her body. Another set of shackles shot from the device and pulled her arms out wide. \n\nThe lights turned red and blasted her skin in thin, focused beams. At every point the beams touched her skin, which swelled and turned to a glistening, hard metal. She didn’t have long to panic. Her mind raced as her legs became heavy, then her lower body, her torso, and arms followed suit. It looked like she was wearing a skin-tight exosuit from the neck down. Her voice stopped working out of fear. It was all too much to process. All the better for the beams to zap her face to metal. An indicator light was then plugged into a port on the back of her neck, sealing her fate. It turned yellow as her body slumped forward. \n\nNeedles erupted from the archway, latching onto her nipples and the refueling stations on her thighs, filling them with the required lubrication. Her breasts swelled, the metal plates flexing with the supple flesh underneath, as the nano-tech converted what remained of her fleshy body into black, flesh-like silicone. Her thighs met a similar fate reaching sizes that porn stars only hoped to reach, spilling over into her asscheeks. She twitched, her new features jiggling. The needles pulled away, revealing her bright purple nipples with a pussy to match. The perfect fusion of biometal and silicone. \n\nThe synth operating the device pressed one final button, sending a shockwave through her system—a forced hypnosis via electric reset. Alisa was already limp, but now she dangled from her shackles. The bulldog approached her as they released and caught her. The indicator light was flashing red—sleep mode. “Mistress will love you.” He carried her away to the head office.\n\n“Oh good, you found her,” Miss Guan said smugly. She leaned back in her desk chair, her legs crossed. “Toss her there,” she pointed to the floor in front of her desk. Her bulldog exactly as he was bid, and sloppily tossed the new synth onto the floor. Miss Guan rose from her chair. “Did you really think you could escape?” She knew she wasn’t awake, but she loved to gloat. “Did you really think anyone would believe you? That I am turning people into synths? HA!” she spat as she kicked the fox synth on her floor. “You truly think I keep this tech in the public? My synths are for the wealthy 1% to own, use, and abuse.” She pressed the red button on the back of Alisa’s neck. “And now, you’ll be my [i]personal [/i]toy.\n\nAlisa’s indicator light flashed green. \n\n[b]Startup mode[/b], \n\nAlisa’s voice had a robotic filter. She rose from the floor, her jiggly body seemingly acting of its own accord all the while. She stood at attention, her assets on full display. \n\n[b]Registering owner.[/b]\n\nHer eyes opened, revealing bright pink eyes, glowing radiantly. Beams shot from them and scanned Miss Guan. \n\n[b]Registry complete. Patricia Guan, What is my directive?[/b]\n\nThe dog chuckled as she stood there, obediently waiting for a command. “Unit,” she said clearly. “You are to be my secretary. Download everything from your sources on how to be an efficient employee, including information on underhanded business tactics and self defense.”\n\n[b]Confirmed[/b]\n\n“And your indication is Celeste. Don’t forget it.”\n\n[b]Affirmative. My indication is Celeste.[/b]\n\n“And for god’s sake, have some personality. Download personality #145-B from the databanks.”\n\n[b]Downloading… Downloading…[/b]\n\n[b]Sure thing, Mistress. Anything else I can get for you?[/b] Celeste asked with a hand on her smooth hip.\n\n“Bring me a coffee. You should know how I like it if you download my profile from the server.” She turned around and returned to her desk. There was work to be done, and now that she had one more company of synths under her belt, it would be that much easier.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Body Snatcher


“Stop!” A voice called out as he ran. End of the line. Joey had bit off more than he could chew this time and gotten sloppy. It was a perfect storm. His getaway driver got caught mid heist, rendering him solo, and they assigned that damn Detective Hugh to the case. “Fuck off, pig!” the shark shouted as he ran down an alley. Never a wise decision, he knew. He knew this town better than anyone; he could jump through an access hatch to the sewer and escape in no time.

If only it weren’t for the sack of cash around his shoulder. That was another point he had ignored in his plan. He packed it too full, and it felt awfully heavy.

“Where’s the damn thing?” Joey flustered in the dark alley. The sun was setting already, casting the alley in shadow. He coulsn’t see a damn thing!

“Stop right there, you Penny Plunderer!” A bovine stepped into view at the end of the alley. His trench coat fluttered in the wind of the coming storm. “The law isn’t far behind. May as well let me process you here.”

“Detective Heath,” Joey turned and returned smugly, masking any panic he was feeling. “We meet again.”

“Funny,” the detective entered the alley, masking half his body in shadow. “I don’t recall ever meeting you.” He reached into his coat for a pair of handcuffs. “But knowing your kind, it certainly won’t be the last.”

“Hah!” Joey spat. “If only you knew!” He set his sack of riches on the decrepit alley floor. “Since you’ve clearly caught me, I may as well spill the beans.” Joey’s smug grin turned to one of horror. His eyes spun as his stomach bulged like something was trying to escape.

“Whoa there, buster.” Detective Heath flung his arm up to cover his face. “Don’t go spewing your guts just yet. We need that recorded for evidence.” He opened the cuffs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you off light for being cooperative.” Joey started shaking wildly, like he was having a seizure. Heath didn’t take this seriously, instead opting to restrain him and latch the cuffs around his wrists. “You have the right to remain silent,” he started reading him his rights. What he couldn’t see thanks to the darkness was the pulsing, engorging veins along Joey’s head and neck turning a bright green, throbbing with each pump of blood. “What’s wrong? Run out of clever ideas to try and confuse me?”

Before he could think of another witty retort, something gruesome happened. A disgustingly wet ripping sound echoed through the alley. “What,” Heath kept a hand on Joey’s shoulder as he switched sides, inspecting the noise. A small, dark brown insect, no larger than a studded animal, had burst through Joey’s chest and white shirt. Covered in stomach bile and other ghastly fluids, its beady little eyes locked onto Detective Heath. Joey’s body, now a lifeless flesh sack, fell backward into the shadows. “My god!” Detective Heath fell backward, pushing himself further away. “What the hell is that?!”

Clouds set in over the sunset, casting them in complete darkness. “SCREEEEEE!” A shrill screech trilled through the alley as Detective Heath felt something land on his face. “NO! GET IT OFF!” He clawed at the creature covering his head. Its wet body was so hard to grasp. The creature slipped from his hands and latched onto his bovine face.

Heath screamed, but he was quickly silenced by the little body entering his mouth. Just small enough to force its way down his throat, the bodily fluids covering his body assisting in his descent, it wasn’t long before Heath felt it enter his stomach. The taste was putrid. He wanted so badly to vomit, but the sensation never came. The clawing sensation of the creature’s thin, little legs inside of him was enough to send him reeling. He curled into a ball and tried to fight the pain. Shivers ran down his spine as he suddenly felt nothing. Everything went numb.

A lump traveled up his side, climbing his spine. It reached his neck, squeezing through his neck and into his skull. His head felt heavier as it reached his brain.

You know how many times I’ve run into you? A voice echoed in his head. The gem heist of ‘99, that big car raid from a few years ago, and let's not forget my recent spree of bank robberies. Heath’s eyes shook in realization. I stole all their bodies for my own purposes. No wonder you weren’t able to solve them! HA! It sighed sarcastically. However, it’s about time I took care of this problem entirely and claimed you as my new body.

Heath tried to form words: a retort, a plea, anything. “Why?” he asked breathily.

The creature dismissed his question. Heath felt a sharp sting against his brain. I’ve got my stinger riiiiiight against your brain. Once I plunge inside, you’re mine. Heath panted heavily. Any last words?

“Leave my family out of this,” Heath pleaded. “Take me, that’s fine. But leave Martha and the calves out of this.”

No promises, it teased.

“You…” he struggled. “Bastard!”

It thrust its stinger into his brain. Heath wailed in pain. It was like his body was cast into a volcano. His skin was burning, his blood boiling, and he tasted copper. His vision instantly shut off as if his eyes were no more than televisions. “I’m…sorry…Martha…” his last sentient thoughts.

Good, now you’re done being foolish. He tapped into Heath’s memories. All the knowledge he had contained within him was now its own. Oh, I see. You were a trusted individual, weren’t you? Oh, wait, it chuckled. Aren’t we a trusted individual? Safe codes, secret knowledge of valuable goods and information, and much more information that any crook would kill to have.

Sirens approached from down the road, their flashing red and blue lights a dead giveaway. Honestly, if they wanted to do their job, they’d turn those damn things off. He reached into Heath’s brain and made him stand.

Officers ran into the alley. “Heath, are you alright?!”

‘Heath’ rose from the ground. “Yeah,” he said shakily. “The perp pulled some wild tactics to throw me off. I’m not even gonna mention.” He pointed to the shadows, where Joey’s feet were still visible. “Let the chief know I’m seeking medical attention.”

“Oh, alright.” The other officer said as he made his way over to Joey.

Heath walked out of the alley. A smirk crossed his face. “Another beautiful escape.”

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Subject: V-7474



Longitudinal Study on the Effects of Hyper Pregnancy on Cognitive Function and Psychological Well-Being.
Principal Investigator: Dr. Janet Jackson  
Co-Investigator: Dr. Henry Holiday  
Date of Report: 09/10/20XX  
Subject ID: V-7474  
Date of Enrollment: 10/09/20XX  
Study Duration: 5 Months
This study aims to investigate the cognitive and psychological effects of unusually large pregnancies on healthy male Merpurrs.
Due to the lack of any relevant past, research material. This test will serve as a foundation for further analysis of the subject going forward.
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Month 1: October 20XX
Methods:
Participant: One healthy volunteer (Subject ID: V-7474), aged 23, male. In the first trimester of pregnancy.
Procedure: Initial baseline assessment followed by cognitive testing.
Cognitive Tests Administered: Stroop Test, Digit Span Test, Reaction Time Assessment, and Mood Assessment Questionnaire.
Results:
* Baseline cognitive performance established.
* Subject reported mild fatigue and occasional forgetfulness, with an average Stroop Test response time of 600 ms.
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Interview Excerpt
Date of Interview: 10/30/20XX  
Interviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday  
Subject ID: V-7474
Context: This interview was to establish a cooperative relationship between the Doctor and the Subject.
Due to Subject V-7474's unique animal physiology¹, they were given proper living quarters for their aquatic form.
Dr. Holiday: Hello, Subject V-7474, and might I say before we begin it is an honor to communicate with something like yourself. It is a high point of my career for sure.
Subject V-7474: Hmf, Mr. Holiday we've just met and you're already trying to butter me up?
Dr. Holiday: Oh no Subject 7474 I was just trying to say-
Subject V-7474: I'm just joking Mr. Holiday It's a pleasure to meet you as well.
{ Dr. Holiday chuckles at the remark. }
Dr. Holiday: My apologies 7474, I just don't want to leave a bad first impression.
Subject V-7474: I understand first impressions are indeed incredibly important. But never mind that I'm assuming you have questions for me?
Dr. Holiday: Yes, I guess today's question would be. What is the oceanic opera I kept hearing about?
Subject V-7474: Ah! The Oceanic Operetta~ It's a grand festival where all from different corners of the world come together, they celebrate in one grand Celebration.
It's also where the "king" that was chosen leaves his eggs.
Dr. Holiday: And I'm assuming you are the one who is toasting for this year?
Subject V-7474: Indeed, I am Doctor.
Dr. Holiday: I gotta say it sounds like a big thing. You'll be missing out on that. Sir, I would have chosen to stay here when that is what I'll be missing out on.
Subject V-7474: It's fine. I can afford to waste 1 year and I have no doubt they'll put The Crown back on me. As soon enough.
Dr. Holiday: And now it says here you tend to have large brutes. Is there a specific number, or?
Subject V-7474: Our broods are typically somewhere in the hundreds, but as the "King" I’ve been selected as this year’s prime candidate; my breed shall be in the thousands.
Dr. Holiday: Really? Pardon my offense but you don't look like you have hundreds in you and why have so many?
Subject V-7474: it's just the 1st month you can't expect me to be showing right off the bat. There's a process here... also a lot of them are dummy eggs, admittedly.
{ Subject V-7474 shrugs. }
Subject V-7474: You gotta confuse the predators, somehow.
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Month 2: November 20XX
Methods:
* Procedure: Cognitive assessments continued, with a focus on emotional well-being.
* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same tests, plus a new Emotional Well-Being Scale.
Results:
* Subject reported feelings of glee related to the impending birth.
* Average response time on the Stroop Test increased to 700 ms, with the Digit Span Test showing a decrease from 8 to 7 digits recalled.
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Interview Excerpt
Date of Interview: 11/23/20XX  
Interviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday  
Subject ID V-7474
Context: This interview was conducted to gather qualitative data on the subject's experiences during the study.
Subject V-7474: Oh, Doctor Holliday~ I have a question to ask you. It pertains to the matter of beauty, specifically how you humans choose to define it.
Dr. Holiday: It's... hmm, And how do I answer this? Well on a more instinctual level, it was believed that those who were perceived as beautiful. Also would have been good Partners to have kids with and vice versa.
{ Subject V-7474 appeared inquisitive, nodding at holiday's words. }
Dr. Holiday: But why do I have the feeling, that's not why you asked the question, 7474?
Subject V-7474: Indeed, I asked this because it appears I've become an object of attraction amongst some of your staff.¹
Dr. Holiday: I- What? Subject V-7474, I'm sorry, if anyone on the team has made you uncomfortable in any way-
Subject V-7474: Oh, no, no, no! You misunderstand me, I find it quite flattering. A large brood is a size of great fertility and is often considered alluring to others, so it is no surprise some of you find my body so appealing. Honestly, I would be more offended if no one commented on it."
Dr. Holiday: Well, I'm... glad? To hear that V-7474, do you still remember what they looked like for the record?

Subject V-7474: Mmmm, no I'm afraid they've done their due diligence. Their faces were covered and they had no identification tags, they even wore gloves.
Subject V-7474: They even took their notes away which is quite sad but I do understand so they would have dissolved if they were left with me.
Dr. Holiday: Well, thank you for bringing this to our attention. We'll do a sweep over this staff immediately, having such feelings could easily compromise the test.
Subject V-7474: You're quite welcome Mr. Holiday. Although I do request that, you don't go too hard on them, I imagine they didn't mean any harm.
{ Holiday moves to leave the room. }
Subject V-7474: Oh! Before I forget this "tank" as you call it. Has proven that it cannot handle my Majestic form, I do request a change of quarters quickly.
Dr. Holiday: I'll see what I can do, and happy Thanksgiving, 7474.
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Additional notes
* Subject V-7474 has displayed remarkable growth.²
* Although it has suggested that its current quarters have proven to be insufficient in properly hosting their size.³
* Thus, under Holiday's recommendations Subject V-7474 should be relocated to a larger tank. ⁴
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¹ If Subject V-7474 words are too believed, then some of the staff have been getting concerning close to the subject. It is recommended that the staff is revetted and the perpetrators are properly disciplined.
² [...] So how large do you think he's gonna get? [...] 50 bucks he makes it to tank H.
³ Size reference Tank E
⁴ The fish says he's received romantic notes from some of the staff. How much do you wanna bet it was the night's crew, it seems right up in their alley to do something like that. [...]
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Month 3: December 20XX
Methods:
* Procedure: Continued cognitive assessments as the subject entered the second trimester.
* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same as Month 1.
Results:
The subject reported decreased energy levels and has displayed little interest in any activities besides sleeping.
Average Stroop Test response time increased to 650 ms, indicating cognitive slowing.
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Interview Excerpt
Date of Interview: 12/19/20XX  
Interviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday  
Subject ID V-7474
Context: This interview was conducted to gather qualitative data on the subject's experiences during the study.
{ Footage shows Subject V-7474 upright and floating near the bottom of the tank. A tremor passes through his body every several minutes with his belly pulsing,¹ this silence is interrupted with Holiday enters the room. }
Dr. Holiday: Hello, Subject V-7474. I take it that the pregnancy is going well.
Subject V-7474: Ugh.
Dr. Holiday: I'll take that as a yes, so it says right here that you've been feeling a level of pressure lately. How would you describe it right now?
Subject V-7474: Increasing.²
Dr. Holiday: They’re very active 74.
Subject V-7474: Yeah, they're just excited that's all. The little buggers know the Operetta isn't too far away, heh.
{ Subject V-7474 starts yawning }
Subject V-7474: Mmmm, sorry Doc I don't think I'll be much help going forward. That baby coma is starting to hit really hard right now.
{ Subject V-7474 snorted }
Subject V-7474: Baby coma.
Dr. Holiday: I see there's been an active decrease in activity. Is this generally normal for your kind?
Subject V-7474: Absolutely dearie, it's like some kind of body energy, science nonsense. I'm afraid it only gets worse before it gets better. So don't take offense if I find Myself disconnecting more often.
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¹ Reviewing the footage one could see bulges rise and fall, rolling along the surface of his considerable girth. According to the Subject swimming had become more difficult.
² Within the past several weeks Subject V-7474's belly was riddled with growth spurts, much to the discomfort of the subject.
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Month 4: January 20XX
Methods:
* Procedure: Weekly assessments of mood, cognitive performance, and physical well-being.
* Cognitive Tests Administered: Same tests.
Results:
* Subject V-7474 no longer displays any response to any stimuli, even Holiday's finger system fails to initiate a response.
* In more typical circumstances, this would be alarming. Although we do have reason to believe this state is temporary and will be alleviated after the birthing process is completed.
* Cognitive performance has sharply declined, with Stroop Test response time being unmiserable.
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Additional notes
* Subject V-7474 continues to display remarkable if rather alarming growth.¹
* It is the current belief that tank H will not be enough to properly hold the subject. ²
* Thus, it is heavily recommended that the subject is to be relocated to a larger tank. ³
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¹ [...] The number keeps climbing, we're in the 8-digit range!
² Size reference Tank H
³ The fuck you mean "he's getting too big" do you not know how large that thing is? It is as deep as Mount Everest is tall and you're telling me that shrimp over out back is getting too large for it? [...]
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Month 5: February 20XX
Methods:
* Procedure: Final assessments are conducted just before the expected due date.
* Cognitive Tests Administered: All previous tests.
Results:
* Subject has failed to give any noticeable responses to the testing.
* Final Stroop Test response time averaged 850 ms, with Digit Span Test performance at 6 digits recalled.
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Interview Excerpt
Date of Interview: 02/23/20XX  
Interviewer: Dr. Henry Holiday  
Subject ID V-7474
Context: This interview was conducted In a new holding facility after It had been determined under Doctor Holiday's recommendations that the subject be moved to a new facility as they were determined to be too big to be properly whole in the old one.
Due to the risk of Subject V-7474 Going into labor Doctor Holiday has been granted clearance to call upon a specialized task force to ensure a safe delivery.
Dr. Holiday: Subject V-7474.
{ Subject V-7474 A fails to respond in a timely manner. The Doctor reached his hand out hesitating before tapping the glass. }
Dr. Holiday: 74?
{ V-7474 seemed to be in a daze, only half conscious, where he was perched in the corner of the tank. }
Dr. Holiday: Mmmm, It appears the subject's skin has reached its limit of elasticity. His numerous eggs no longer bulge against the surface of his belly. Now his skin was stretched taut over them.
Dr. Holiday: 74 was due to give birth today, but he barely seemed to notice. We've recorded several growth spurts he's had recently but the only reaction was grunts and him squirming.
{ There are several seconds of silence before Holiday speaks again. }
Dr. Holiday: Honestly, I'm considering cutting this short and inducing labor for his own sake. Indeed, something may have gone wrong with the proc-
Subject V-7474: NNNNNG!
{ Holiday can be seen whipping around in response to Subject V-7474's distress. Further examination of the footage shows that Subject V-7474's eyes had snapped open, his lips parted, and his face contorted in discomfort.
His belly bobbed and heaved, his form tense as the mass shuddered. He threw back his head as he clutched his gut, more bubbles escaping his throat. }
Dr. Holiday: Damn it! Code yellow, I repeat code yellow! Subject V-7474 is in labor! Where is the team!? Where is fuc-
{ The rest of the footage seems to be left in an unrecoverable state, it is believed that Holiday might have damaged it in his rush to get assistance. }
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Conclusions: The longitudinal study indicates that Merpurr's pregnancies function similarly to that of the Seahorses.
Just as Subject V-7474 said their status had rapidly improved after the labor process had concluded.
Several of the eggs were taken by them, as they were returned back to the designated pick-up location.
Leaving the foundation with quote "several thousand" eggs as V-7474 expresses little interest in taking more than an armful.
Recommendations:
- Further research with larger sample sizes and diverse populations is recommended to generalize findings better.  
- Incorporate regular qualitative interviews in future studies to capture participant experiences.  
- It is imperative that we look into increasing the size of our holding tanks.

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The Rain


Charles left the office after a long and frustrating day of coding work. “We’re never gonna get done in time,” the man moaned. “They keep adding more and more issues to the release milestone!” His business suit was wrinkled and disheveled from the busy work day. “I’ll have to work from home to finish this by the deadline.” His long, brown hair was barely contained in his hair tie. “I really wish I had a car.”

The phone in his pocket went off with a siren. Charles froze. Seemed like his day was about to turn up. Clouds hurriedly covered the sky as he pulled out his phone.

!!WARNING!! !!WARNING!!

TRANSFORMATIVE RAINSTORM INBOUND. FIVE-MINUTE WARNING.


5:00… 4:59… 4:58…[/center]

Oh yeah, things were about to get spicy. Cars sped down the road as sirens blared from everyone’s phones. Humans ran into nearby stores and buildings, seeking shelter from the rain. Charles, though? He just stood there. “This is what I needed,” he thought.

But not so fast. The programmer-by-day turned around, placing his suitcase, phone, and suit jacket inside the office’s entryway. He wouldn’t need them where he was going. “Wonder what will happen this time?” Those like Charles, who dared to brave the rain, stood outside awaiting a fun day.


0:05… 0:04… 0:03…


“I hope it’s a wolf this time.” He felt a drop of rain on his hand. A smile crossed his face as a wave of warmth flooded his body. The rainfall quickly amped up from there, surging into a heavy downpour. With every drop that touched him, he could feel his body warping, twisting, expanding, transforming. The others who stood outside with him spread their arms wide to cherish the sensation of the transformation.

Magenta fur began sprouting from his skin as his musculature grew dense and toned. The clothes on his body didn’t stand a chance, tightening rapidly against his body before ripping apart. The shreds fell quickly, pushed onto the ground under the intense weight of the rainfall. He was stark naked in front of his office.

A long, equine snout shot from his face, looking dreadfully out of place on his human-sized face. However, the face was quickly remedied by his expanding skull, ears relocating and stretching. “YES!” Charles shouted as his arm and leg bones cracked and reformed to their new shape, adding two feet to his overall height. He flexed his muscles, savoring the sensation of becoming a horseman. It had only happened once before, and it was the best of any outcome he and the other humans could have under the effects of the transforming rain. His feet shriveled into his legs, forming sturdy hooves.

To his surprise, his cock shriveled away. As his balls receded into his body, forming a tight, fresh vagina, his cock shrank down to a clit, raging for stimulation. His brown hair erupted in length, reaching his waist, clinging to his short-magenta-furred body. “OHHH!” Charles moaned, feeling a quiver in his chest. As he reached for the feeling with his hands, breasts sprouted forth, growing, ballooning, reaching massive sizes as they poured out from underneath his hands.

“Oh, darling.” Charles’ voice hiked up. “What a surprise.” The new horse woman stood proudly on the sidewalk, stark naked and primed for action. A heat overcame her — an unending lust, begging to be satisfied. As long as the rain lasted, as long as her body was wet, she would try to quench it.

A werewolf approached her. “Hey.” His muscles were bulging, barely contained within his furry body. “Saw you from over there,” he flexed his arm and pointed to the bar down the road. “I couldn’t help notice your hot bod.”

“That was fast, big boy.” Charles, she’d have to change her name for the duration of the rain, wrapped around his arm, and caressed his muscles. “You came awful quick.”

“You know what the rain does, babe.”

“Do I?” She asked seductively. “Why don’t you show me?” She pressed her snout against his muzzle, shoving her long, thick tongue inside. Filling his mouth, it slid down his throat, oozing saliva directly into his stomach. The unspoken rules of those who chose to enjoy the transformative rain were simple: have sex with each other, don’t exchange names, and keep it consensual.

Without further words exchanged, the two got down to business. Charlie, as she decided to call herself, shoved the werewolf to the ground and sat on top of him. She chuckled as she felt his massive cock in her hands. The heat radiating from the red rocket was nearly enough to singe her hand. But her real goal was the knot. In a body like this, she could take it without any problems. Charlie leaned forward, shoving her breasts in his face. They felt like sandbags, smothering the wolf’s muzzle with the rain water soaked in her fur, along with the sweat that had begun to form from the heat of the moment.

Charlie reached behind her, pulling the wolf’s girth toward her pussy. Once she felt the tapered tip of it against her lips, she worked up the nerve to go full hog. She sat back on his cock, taking the full 18 inches of it down to the base. She screamed with delight as her freshly transformed snatch was filled. The cock stretched her womb, a large bulge showing in her stomach. Her screams of carnal pleasure echoed through the streets, attracting the various anthros that had been freshly transformed. A few began to walk their direction, dicks erect and pussies dripping with lust. A crowd quickly formed around the office building, watching the two beasts go at it like animals.

“Looks like fun,” a bright orange lapine said, stepping over the werewolf. “Mind if I join in?” She say her fat rear on his face, immedaitely moaning like a slut. A moist, canine tongue was lapping at her slit, greedily tasting her juices. “FUCK!” She shouted with lust oozing from her voice. “Hey, you, come here,” she raised her arms and motioned for Charlie to come closer. She planted her lips on hers, the two locking lips and swapping spit like it was a thing to do. An orgy broke out, blocking the entrance to the office.

“HEY!” An angry, bald-headed man ran out of the building. “Hey, you freaks move!” Some of us have to get home!” He wore full-body rain gear, even enough to cover his face. “Unlike you, I have a life!”

“Come here, little man,” A dad-bodded kangaroo cooed, grabbing him. His coat was ripped off, along with everything underneath. “You need to loosen up.”

“LET ME GO!” The man shouted as he began to transform, green fur sprouting over his body. “Let me go this INSTANT! You DEVIANTS! You FAGS! You… YOU- Hmmph!” The Kangaroo planted his large lips over the man’s face, muffling his hateful protests. As the man transformed in his arms, his outrage quickly turned to lust. He shrunk, his hips exploding in size, bunny ears sprouting from his head, and his cock scaling down to microdick sizes. The former man shrunk in the roo’s arms, reduced to a shortstack, with all his assets allocated to his bubbly femboy ass.

“Isn’t that better?” The kangaroo asked. He knew he had broken one of the key rules, but sometimes, rules were meant to be broken.

The former bald man panted wildly as a heat swarmed his body. “Oh~ Is that cock for me, mister~?” He asked teasingly as he pointed to the hog that stood erect on the Kangaroo’s groin. He didn’t wait for a response, turning around and thrusting his boipussy onto it and down to the hilt. He was promptly grabbed by the roo and used as a fleshlight.

The rain continued into the night. The soaked furry bodies never had their fill as they kept at their orgy. Their cum stained the streets, dying it a rainbow of colors. The sidewalk would remain that way for months, a constant reminder to humankind of their sexual deviancy. When the rain finally stopped, and they began to dry off, they quickly retreated to their homes, not wanting to be caught outside naked. The key to their occasional fuck-fests was the anonymous nature of their partners.

Charlie awoke the next day completely refreshed. No looming deadline would get him down now, having let out all of his stress and anxieties. “If only it rained more often,” Charlie sighed as he got dressed for the day, remembering he had left his things at work.

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The stranger in the mirror



"I mean yeah, you might have lost your dick, grew a pair of knockers and got them doorway jamming hips. But that doesn't mean you're any less of a guy to me or the rest of the staff!" the flamingo exclaimed.

Jonathan grimaced just now, understanding why Ceviche wasn't allowed to talk publicly. It was like she was going out of her way to put her foot in her mouth.

Thankfully, his room was just at arm's length, meaning he didn't have to endure this conversation any longer.

"Uh... thanks Ceviche, I don't know what I would do without you," the toucan remarked reaching for the door.

"That's what I'm here for, moral support! And several other things, but mostly support." She cheerfully remarked.

“Yeah...” he murmured, his voice fading as he stepped into the solitude of his room. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he quickly locked it. Then, he beelined towards the bathroom, not appreciating his lower figure agreeing with Ceviche's earlier comment as it brushed the widened door frame.
Jonathan draped himself over the marble sink, staring directly at the water top, trying his best to will the thought that the past several months were just a strange nightmare that he had.
The idea that someone could live through several months' worth of events and not recognize any of them would have been less terrifying than what he was currently experiencing. Grimacing, he pulled himself up to meet the stranger in the mirror.
The same woman who had been plaguing his dreams was the one who had also stolen his face. As he persisted staring at the mirror, he hesitantly reached for her beak, unsure of what he was looking at. Running his thumb along its smooth surface, he realized it was memorable, to say the least. It was the longest beak he had ever seen and surprisingly light as well; he had expected it to be much heavier.
He ran his hand through her curly hair, which had a nice texture. If he weren't going through what he was right now, he might have dared to call her attractive.
Regarding the changes to his body, however, he let out a heavy sigh and stepped back. The bird possessed an exceedingly curvaceous figure, one that he thought only existed in exaggerated pornography.
Her ass was magnificent, a work of art even, the kind of thing both men and women would kill over. Furthermore, her lower half looked almost, no scratch, that it was twice as wide as her torso!
It certainly felt that way; he couldn't fit through most doorways like other people could, nor could he find any pants that could house such a figure.
Interestingly, her chest was rather normal, even small. He guessed that was the cost of having such a lopsided figure. While that image was funny, it only reminded him of his predicament.
Jonathan supposed that was at least one good thing about this entire situation. No one would recognize him, which was a good thing indeed, considering he was effectively a dead man.
As he clicked his beak, the bird began to leave the dismal scene. This would have been more difficult if the staff hadn’t taken the time to relocate him to an area that was virtually perfect for someone of his size.
He really thought they would have flipped out upon seeing that their guest was replaced by some strange woman. But they seemed very understanding, almost like they were prepared for something of this nature to happen.
Of course, he thought that w- Wonderful! She had been gone for so long, It was rather distressing really. Without her guiding hand who knows where the quality of her hotel could have slid to in her absence. But of course, she needn't have worried. The building was still packed with paying and more importantly, satisfied customers.
The workforce maintained a perfect 5 out of 5 performance, and her room, untouched for years, still looked as pristine as the day she left it. It had been thoroughly dusted from top to bottom, and the windows were spotless. The view of the rest of the property was just as breathtaking, with not a speck of trash to be seen anywhere.  
And her crowning jewel, the self-portrait she had commissioned so long ago. There it stood on the wall, still just as captivating after all these years. The only frustrating part was how long the transfer process was taking. Ceviche had only recently connected with her new tenant just two months ago, and now was confidently wandering around as if she had worked here all her life. It made her wonder if the flamingo was brighter than she gave her credit for.
Regardless, she had already erased his physical form; now only his mind remained, and that needed careful handling if she wanted to avoid alerting him.
Granted Jonathan didn't seem to be very bright so perhaps she could afford to be more brazen in her efforts.  After all, she had been hijacking his consciousness for several weeks now and he still failed to notice anything.
Clicking her beak, she looked away in thought. Poor, poor Jonathan, so handsome and yet so dense. She almost felt guilty for what she was about to do, but he was destined to become a part of something greater than himself.
So she presumed it was all right in the end. Smiling at the thought, she stepped back from the control panel, letting his consciousness take the wheel, so to speak. -as strange but he wasn't really in the position to look a gift horse in the mouth like... that?
Jonathan blinked, momentarily confused about what he was doing. His hands rested on his hips as he recalled what he was doing, he was scouring for something to cover his extensive hips. Perhaps he could enlist the help, as they had managed to solve most of his issues so far. Reclining on his remarkably soft bed, he resumed pondering how to deal with this situation, as ideas swirled around in his mind.

Meanwhile, the portrait that depicted the strange woman who looked down upon what would be her future vessel and smiled.

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The Buyout


“SHIT! I’M LATE!” Alisa shouted as she ran for the office. “And today was the big meeting too!” Her nice white blouse was flying out of her skirt, flapping behind her. Her alarm just HAD to not go off today. Of course! As the fox ran inside, she nearly fell over seeing the place completely empty. Usually, the lobby was a hustle and bustle with angry clients complaining about their insurance premiums, but there wasn’t a single sound. Even Julia, the secretary, was missing!

“They must all be at the meeting?” She asked herself wearily. “Maybe I can sneak in.” The email last week said it would be on the third floor. Better take the stairs if I’m trying to be sneaky. Silently, she climbed up the echoing stairwell and made her way to the big office. Even the cubicles in IT were empty. Luckily, she made it while the meeting was still in session. The big office was large enough to hold the entire office, only 57 of them as a whole. She crouched and crept in, the red blazer she saved for special occasions dragging on the floor.

“In closing, esteemed colleagues, let us warmly embrace the boundless opportunities presented by our collaborative venture at Escort Industries. We enthusiastically encourage each of you to actively engage in the pursuit of professional excellence as we collectively strive to exceed expectations and 'scale new heights' within our innovative, fur-friendly work environment.” A female Border Collie stood at the front of the room dressed like a CEO.  On the room’s smart board, a new logo was displayed. “Let us embark on this journey of growth and 'synergize' our individual strengths to propel our organization to new realms of success and market dominance. Here at Escort Industries, we are not just a team, we are a 'pride' of dedicated professionals ready to 'pounce' on challenges and 'lap up' the sweet nectar of achievement!"

Everyone clapped robotically as the smart board flicked off. “Ugh,” Alisa moaned under her breath as she stood amongst the others. “Glad I missed that.” She started clapping to blend in.

"We cordially invite you all to indulge in a selection of 'refueling options' curated to 're-energize' and 'stimulate' your palates, conveniently situated within our 'innovation hub'. This thoughtfully arranged interlude serves as a tangible expression of our gratitude for your unwavering dedication and 'team spirit'. Before you 'resume operations', please take a moment to 'meld with the collective consciousness' and 'refresh your synapses' in our 'break-through' area. It's our hope that these 'regenerative bites' will 'fuel the engines' of your creativity and productivity as we embark on this new chapter in our shared corporate odyssey!"

Everyone turned in and began robotically leaving the breakroom. Something was off, and Alisa could feel it in her bones. Bulldog guards were stationed in the corner of the room, their muscles barely contained in their branded t-shirts. As her colleagues left the big office, she hopped in line to blend in. Her instincts were telling her there was foul play, and she was gonna get to the bottom of it. The line reached the break room, now rebranded as the ‘innovation hub’. “What’s the deal with all this change?” She asked herself. “And all this stupid corporate speak. I bet that bitch thinks she’s so damn smart.”

As the line slowly made progress, something struck the fox. She couldn’t smell anything. Whenever the office had food before, she and several others, in fact, could smell it from the next floor. Whether it was pizza, donuts, or whatever, they thought would be a good idea to boost morale that week or tempt them to work extra hours. But this time? Nothing. Not a single trace of food. In fact, all she could smell was hot metal, like when the printer was overheating and on the verge of exploding again. There were bulldogs everywhere as the line continued to move at a snail’s pace.

From behind her, the woman from the meeting came up, approaching a beagle with a clipboard. “How many were there, Jeremy?”

“All were in attendance, Miss Guan, except for one, Alisa Honit.”

“Shit,” the Collie exclaimed. “We need her to be hypnotized for this. Where is she?”

“I’m not sure. I have the boys searching the line for her.”

“Well, search harder!” She smacked him, sending the clipboard onto the ground. “I can’t have anyone knowing about this. All my employees have their records wiped and identities erased from government files, remember?” She stepped on the clipboard as Jeremy leaned over to pick it up, nursing his slapped face. “If word gets out that I’m forcibly taking over a company, you’re going down with me,” she reminded him through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Miss Guan,” he said tiredly, as if this wasn’t his first bout with potential failure. She stormed off, her heels click-clacking as she stormed off.

Oh my god… Alisa panicked. Sweat began to coat her nice blazer. She dared to turn and look behind her. The panda behind her was from accounting, and her eyes were pure white. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? She panicked. What if she ran? Those bulldogs would chase her down for sure. She had no choice but to act casual. Have that same dull face and hope they didn’t pay enough attention.

Time seemed to slow as the line moved. As she got closer, a grueling *whiiiiiiiiir* spilled from the former break room. That sure didn’t sound like the shuffling of pizza boxes or a pot of coffee brewing. She reached Jeremy, who grabbed the nametag hanging from the collar of her blazer. “Hmm…” his eyes widened. He looked at Alisa, who was sweating bullets, trying not to look anywhere but forward. “Found her.” The bulldogs standing beside him grabbed her immediately. “Take her to the front. No witnesses.”

“NO! WAIT!” Alisa shouted frantically as one of the dogs slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “WAIT! DON’T DO THIS!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Honit,” Jeremy said plainly. “It’s just good business.”

The Bulldog stormed through the line, bringing her into the ‘innovation hub.’ The grimy tables, stained Keurigs, and dingy fridge were replaced by a frightening-looking archway. Her co-workers were lined up in front of it, and what she saw exiting it terrified her—a pure white, shining, robotic synth; a mere shadow of the employee who entered it. “We found the girl,” the bulldog said to the synth operating the archway. “Give her program #5. Mistress wants her as a secretary.”

“What?” Alisa panicked, struggling in the dog’s arms. The synth pressed a few buttons on the control screen and gave a thumbs-up. The bulldog picked Alisa and placed her in the center of the archway. Shackles shot from the bottom of it and latched around her ankles. Lights came to life around the inside of the archway and shot little beams of light at her body. Her blazer, skirt, and everything else were destroyed piece by piece, leaving her naked. “HEY! STOP! PLEASE!” She begged, trying to cover her body. Another set of shackles shot from the device and pulled her arms out wide.

The lights turned red and blasted her skin in thin, focused beams. At every point the beams touched her skin, which swelled and turned to a glistening, hard metal. She didn’t have long to panic. Her mind raced as her legs became heavy, then her lower body, her torso, and arms followed suit. It looked like she was wearing a skin-tight exosuit from the neck down. Her voice stopped working out of fear. It was all too much to process. All the better for the beams to zap her face to metal. An indicator light was then plugged into a port on the back of her neck, sealing her fate. It turned yellow as her body slumped forward.

Needles erupted from the archway, latching onto her nipples and the refueling stations on her thighs, filling them with the required lubrication. Her breasts swelled, the metal plates flexing with the supple flesh underneath, as the nano-tech converted what remained of her fleshy body into black, flesh-like silicone. Her thighs met a similar fate reaching sizes that porn stars only hoped to reach, spilling over into her asscheeks. She twitched, her new features jiggling. The needles pulled away, revealing her bright purple nipples with a pussy to match. The perfect fusion of biometal and silicone.

The synth operating the device pressed one final button, sending a shockwave through her system—a forced hypnosis via electric reset. Alisa was already limp, but now she dangled from her shackles. The bulldog approached her as they released and caught her. The indicator light was flashing red—sleep mode. “Mistress will love you.” He carried her away to the head office.

“Oh good, you found her,” Miss Guan said smugly. She leaned back in her desk chair, her legs crossed. “Toss her there,” she pointed to the floor in front of her desk. Her bulldog exactly as he was bid, and sloppily tossed the new synth onto the floor. Miss Guan rose from her chair. “Did you really think you could escape?” She knew she wasn’t awake, but she loved to gloat. “Did you really think anyone would believe you? That I am turning people into synths? HA!” she spat as she kicked the fox synth on her floor. “You truly think I keep this tech in the public? My synths are for the wealthy 1% to own, use, and abuse.” She pressed the red button on the back of Alisa’s neck. “And now, you’ll be my personal toy.

Alisa’s indicator light flashed green.

Startup mode,

Alisa’s voice had a robotic filter. She rose from the floor, her jiggly body seemingly acting of its own accord all the while. She stood at attention, her assets on full display.

Registering owner.

Her eyes opened, revealing bright pink eyes, glowing radiantly. Beams shot from them and scanned Miss Guan.

Registry complete. Patricia Guan, What is my directive?

The dog chuckled as she stood there, obediently waiting for a command. “Unit,” she said clearly. “You are to be my secretary. Download everything from your sources on how to be an efficient employee, including information on underhanded business tactics and self defense.”

Confirmed

“And your indication is Celeste. Don’t forget it.”

Affirmative. My indication is Celeste.

“And for god’s sake, have some personality. Download personality #145-B from the databanks.”

Downloading… Downloading…

Sure thing, Mistress. Anything else I can get for you? Celeste asked with a hand on her smooth hip.

“Bring me a coffee. You should know how I like it if you download my profile from the server.” She turned around and returned to her desk. There was work to be done, and now that she had one more company of synths under her belt, it would be that much easier.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "QuickJolt Crossovers Vol. 1 (feat. 5jk)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "23" }