Lucky sat on the hard plastic chair, back held stiff half a foot from the wall. His friend had left him here, and his heart hadn't stopped its hurried beating since, pounding against his chest as he struggled to figure out what was going on. He had thought that they could go together for his valentines birthday, but instead he'd found himself unceremoniously dumped at a dating service, with instructions to wait until she picked him up after his appointment. The fact that she'd been laughing as she drove away hadn't made him feel any better, nor did the absolute absence of people in the white washed waiting room.
A wooden door creaked open, and he jumped, his heart beat speeding yet more as he struggled to control his nervousness at what might be going on. The woman who had opened it strode forward, most likely a helper, he decided. Armed with luscious green hair down to her firm butt, large breasts, and a nurse's outfit, the black eyed beauty was all of eighteen at best, and undoubtedly not there for dating either way. She shifted through her papers with a business like air, making him sweat as she read through what could only be his. "You can't do this to me! It's unrealistic!" came a voice from the background, quickly muffled. The girl didnn't even looked up.
"Lucky Bucket?" she asked, at last, glancing him over. He nodded, feeling a bit numb as she grasped his arm and pulled him forward. "You're going to be fine," he assured him. "You're even in luck - I'm in a good mood." She grinned as she spoke, knocking a door closed with her hip before he could see inside. He gulped at the muffled shouts coming from within, wondering if it was too late to run.
"Ignore him," she said, with a grin. "He was a bloody idiot who got annoying - he'll be fine once the chemicals wear off. Not that I'm telling him that, mind you," she added, another grin proving the screamer to be her source of good humor. He could only stare at her, for a moment, wondering what sort of dating service this place was.
"Come on," she demanded, tugging him through a door and sitting him on another chair. He spared a glance for the door, assuring himself it wasn't too far, before turning his attention back to the girl as she rummaged around a counter. A spike of fear shot through him, as he realized the place looked like nothing more than a doctor's office.
"Name's Katie," she informed him, seeming oblivious. "Owner, manager, and overall doer-of-stuff in this dang place."
"You?" he asked, trying and failing to hide his shock as he took in the young woman.
"Yeah, me," she told him, the frown hidden by her back showing through in her voice. "Girl gets bored, and you'd be surprised how many people
aha!" she announced, pulling a tuft of fur from between two books. "Knew your friend had given me a sample!" She pulled out another one, silver, sliding it down beside her.
Lucky bit his lip, a bit nervous to ask what it was she was holding. Though obviously fur, the black and shiny thing had an element of the unrealistic too it, somehow standing out from reality as if they had been colored in.
"Not entirely sure what sorta species this is," mused Katie, as if reading his mind, "but, whatever. Your friend assured me it wouldn't kill ya, and she knows I'm gonna be pissed if it does, so
"Wait, kill!?" he demanded, pushing himself up in a scramble to his feet. A blast of yellow energy knocked him back, the chair pounding painfully into his back as Katie winced.
"Sorry!" she said.
He barely heard her, the pain in his back suddenly dissipating as his body went numb. For a moment he wondered if he'd been paralyzed; then the pain started. More startling than painful, it began prickling against his chest, pins and needles spreading out in ever widening circles across his body. Pain turned to pleasure as he watched his shirt begin to press outward, feeling like he was a million miles away even as he felt himself gasp from the pressure. Body hair receded into him, as the hair on his head grew down to the waist, gasps of pain and a joy he couldn't understand emanating from his lips as his hips cracked wider and his waist turned slim. His feet, sprawled on the floor, began to move towards him as the legs that held them grew shorter, and shapelier. His entire body was twisting and twirling inside, even as testes turned to uterus, the last of his changes completing to leave a gasping girl in place of a nervous boy. Struggling, she lurched to her feet.
I wouldn't do that," said Katie, wincing as Lucky ignored her and paid the price.
The new girl fell backwards, pain radiating from her chest again on impact, turning to pleasure once more, and mixing with pain anew as the pressure on her clothes increased. The shirt gave away with a tear, making Katie wince as Lucky's breasts extended further and further into the air. She couldn't breathe, with them crushing down on her, making her gasp out in whimpers of pain as she struggled and failed to find her feet, to flop onto her stomach, to do anything that would stop those monstrosities from crushing her.
Katie smiled at her, adding confusion to the mix of panic and disbelief brewing in Lucky. Her hair had turned blue, she realized, holding the light strands in her hand with wonder as she felt the pressure crush her. She giggled at the stupidity of it all - she was dying from her own breasts, and all she could do was think over the color of her hair.
"Don't worry," said Katie, still smiling, if a bit nervously. "The cartoon physics should be kicking in in three, two
A wash of relief covered Lucky, making her eyes water as the pressure eased. Her panic turned fully to confusion as she watched a change occur over her massive bosom, the colors shifting in some indescribable way. It still looked like flesh, to her, and yet there was something about it so surreal, as if it had been pulled from some animated feature. She lifted her slightly too large hands, pressing them against her newly feminized face as she felt the almost rubbery quality of her skin. Her breasts bounced as she got up, defying gravity in ways that would have fascinated her if she still had all her parts.
about this getting up habit of yours?" started Katie.
Another wash of pain and pleasure overtook her, making her fall with a thump as her knees buckled beneath her. Her head slammed down upon her oversized breast, sending a wash of alien sensations through her as her body prickled. She watched, no longer certain how to feel as fine black hair began to sprout over her breasts, getting thicker and thicker as she grew herself a fur coat. Her face pressed into her breasts anew, mouth extending into a muzzle as her tongue lolled out of her mouth in shock, fear, and fascination. She could feel the saliva dripping down her fur covered breasts making herself shake for a moment before trying struggle to her feet, and failing, the shock simply too much. "What did you do to me?" she whispered, before promptly fainting.
Lucky's eyes blinked blearily open, focusing after a moment upon the girl who had changed her, now talking to Lucky's friend. Her new ears perked up, picking up on their voices.
"Remember what I told you," Katie was saying. "I gave her a hormone induced lust boost, and set her attraction for that guy you chose, with that sample you gave, but I'm not sure how long it'll last if she doesn't develop any real feelings for him. Let's say eleven fifty seven. I like being contrary."
Lucky's friend nodded. "Got it."
"Good - and remember the other thing I said, too. It's free for her birthday if she has fun, but if I hear so much as a single complaint from that girl, I will make you pay so much you will be sneezing bills for a week, you hear me?"
The girl just grinned, walking back and bending down to Lucky's level. "Hey," she grinned, "nice to see you joining us." She reached down as she spoke, pushing Lucky's arm around her shoulder and helping her friend up. "Come on," she told Lucky, "I've got someone for you to meet."
Lucky followed, shaking slightly as she tried to keep up. "I'm
I'm in a dress," she whispered, eying with confusion the tight black outfit straining to hold in a chest that weighted as much as she did.
Her friend just laughed, leading her out the back, to where a man was waiting.
He was a skunk-boy, she realized, watching as his startled turn to the door turned into an apprehensive smile. "You must be Lacy," he said, thrusting a rose outward and nervously laughing as she took it.
Lacy felt herself blushing, as she smiled shyly at the man. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.