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Shiny dangled her legs off the table, glancing back at the doctor every few seconds as she busied herself. A dry chuckle escaped as she looked down, the loose trousers and looser, nearly raglike shirt draped over her.
It was strange, being out of her armor. Nevermind that the armor was almost pointless nowadays with what came bursting out of it so often; it was part of the station. She was half-bodyguard, half-captain of the growing army of Mutants that crowded the camp. And at least it was less demeaning than an Empire uniform.
Still, it was weird being out of it. The stuff regenerated – Doc had some kind of magic that made it knit itself back together – but she had wanted a proper hypotenus…hypoteneuse…hypothsomething for the purpose of the testing. She wasn’t sure if she was enamored with being a favored test subject, but as long as she was being asked to grow each time, it wasn’t all bad.
‘You gonna be ready this week?’ she finally asked. It’d been a whole damn hour just sitting in these rags. Or maybe five minutes. Whatever.
‘Shiny, you must know by now that medicine is precise, and if the experiment is disrupted by unexpected variables, then what you have is little more than quackery.’
‘Don’t see what ducks have to do with it.’ She muttered.
‘It’s not-‘ The would-be rabbit snorted audibly as Minerva paused in that I don’t even know where to begin to explain to your stupid ass patient way. ‘Please just work with me here, alright?’
‘Yeah, yeah, alright.’ She frowned. How’d she do that? The doc was fragile to the point where she could be flustered by a conversation more interesting than asking about the weather, yet she was imposingly intelligent in her field. Shiny didn’t know just what the hell she was doing, but it was important enough that she felt bad about disrupting it anyway.
Minerva finally made her way over, parchment piled high on her clipboard. ‘Right, subject; Shiny, age, 23, healthy, currently human female rabbit Mutant, height 172 centimeters. Test subject’s clothing is simplistic to minimize impedance during shifting to bestial form.’ Shiny closed her eyes, resisting the temptation to get started on the change right there. Arguments in the past over the necessity of talking out the entire experiment had never gone over well, so she gritted her teeth and waited.
‘Prior shifts have grown to a recorded 302, 310, and 306 centimeters, with unverified reports of additional growth during moments of great, ah, stimulation.’ Shiny opened her eyes a bit, piecing together the words. ‘You mean when I got horny enough to-‘
‘Shiny, please.’ She folded her arms around herself and resisted the urge to grumble. Like the doc didn’t get wound up when she changed. ‘Subject is instructed to incite a shift as of…eight oh five PM. Shiny, in three, two…
Finally. She sucked in a breath and held it, focusing, then licked over her lips. Rabbit. Big, big beasty rabbit. Huge beasty rabbit with massive heavy paws, claws the kind that could rip massive gouges in the boots she wore and have room left enough to continue scoring the floor under them, so that…
‘HHh’, and she quivered, her fingers closing against her chest. It was…an injection, the doc had called it once, like a shot in the heart. Like all that bestial blood was waiting in there, waiting for her to get needy, get horny, get eager, so that it could be let loose. She didn’t need to pant, didn’t need to groan, but it felt right to do so, to entice the rippling heat throughout her chest as fur pushed up, mashed underneath her fingers, the pearl down spread over her chest. ‘FuHhhHK…’ Her shoulders cracked, musculature broadening as thickening fur bunched, filling much of the droopy top with heavy down as she stooped forward, grasping the edge of the table. Her tailbone shifted, the rabbit’s button-fluff tail shunted into the trousers as she felt the wood creak beneath the burgeoning strength in her arms.
‘Subject shows…’ Minerva paused for a moment to take a deep breath. ‘…adrenaline spike upon induction of shift. Repeated transformations consistent with prior observations, where changes proceed at an accelerated rate. Adjustment is rapid.’ But Shiny was barely listening – what would she find in the mumbo-jumbo, anyway? The ears were taking their pointed tint, rushing to push through the increasingly pale hair as gold sparks swam in her eyes. The buttoned nose nearly folded in as she bit into her lip, squeezing the yellowing orbs shut. ‘HHhNNFH…GhhNN…!’ The muzzle was short, but the grinding, shifting sensation of skull reconfiguring as the platinum blonde of her hair was swallowed by the white fur was electric enough for her fingers to bend the operating table, digging the metal into her coarsening digits, the pads of her fingers growing thick as she groaned. ‘Ooh, GoooDSsS, YessSSSSS...’
‘S-shiny, please be careful with your strength…’ The rabbit let her grip drop, but she shook her head. ‘I c-c-AAHn’T…NOT want it…’ She rose, pushing herself away and finding herself stumbling on the boots she wore. Somehow, she’d forgotten she didn’t have her paws yet. Her feet were still plantigrade. ‘Need my paws’, she mumbled, the next step taking her against the wall. She braced herself with one hand, feeling the nails elongate as her fingers thickened against one another, her clawtips piercing the wood of the cabin. Her opposite fingers dug into the top – already half-exposed, the claws almost casually tore through it, and she shuddered as her trousers grew taut against thickening thighs. Minerva was saying something scientific about the changes three minutes in, but she was more annoyed at the time. It takes me three fuckin’ minutes just to change halfway?. She grunted, and reached, and tore the top straight down the middle, feeling the scraps tumble as her spine pushed her taller, claws drawing lines in the wall. “HhHHHRRhH…” Barely an example of her strength, but the doc needed her to be docile when she could tear a soldier in half. She was trying. She was really trying.
But it was paw time, and trying wouldn’t be enough. ‘ohHff, oh FuHHhK…’ Her breathing had picked up the pace – and each breath was broadening her thighs, tearing larger and larger holes into the trousers, swaths of brilliant white fur poking through. But the fur was reaching her ankles, and that meant happy fun time. That meant swollen toes and even bigger claws down south. That meant huge heavy bunny paws, massive lapine stompers, humungous lanky clawed monster feet, that meant…
She wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. A glance behind her, as the near-glowing golden eyes opened again. ‘RhHF?’
Minnie was still scribbling, but her fingers were shaking, and her narration had taken on a decidedly stammery tint. ‘A-a-ahh…aht….at four minutes, subject is approximately…a-ahhproximately two hundred seventy centimeters, and is undergoing metamorphosis of the podiatric r-r-region…’ Shiny hadn’t the faintest as to what she was talking about, but the eyes didn’t have to be beast-sharp to see the way the mask was sucking in from the force of Minerva’s own breathing. Or how the mask couldn’t hide that she wasn’t watching her main form, still hulking, tearing, scraps of clothing tumbling free from her increasingly lapine form. It was focused downwards.
At the burgeoning paws.
She didn’t know much about science, but she did know quite a bit about what lust looked like. Shiny grinned. ‘He-eEyyY, doc?’
The mask jerked upwards. ‘S-Shiny, you should be focusing on…on your…changes…’
‘YeeAaahh’, she hummed, then turned, giving her a better angle. Arching the boots upwards properly as the toes began to press along the front, distorting the leather with the sharpened tips threatening to poke free. ‘I am. Just…NHhhff…noticed you were focusin’…Hhaahh, YeAAh….real hard on ‘em too.’
‘I’m…I’m conducting…an experiment.’ She glanced back at the pocket watch. ‘I have to…I have to keep…track of…’
Shiny sucked in a breath, then forced her grip into the wall, grunting loudly. The claws tore through, clicking against the floor, as the fur began to sneak through the gaps in the ripped boots. Minerva’s voice trailed off in a gasp, and the rabbit grinned fiendishly in response. It took another moment for her to remember. ‘…of the pace of…your changes…’
‘Of my huUUuggGee bunny paws?’ She grunted again, and the threads of leather drew tight as the toes ripped through, spilling heavy, pearl-white paws onto the floor. The heels tightened further as the sides began to crack ominously. Minerva’s fingers trembled as the pen dropped from her fingertips. Oh, you poor little birdie. All that education, and you forget you’ve got yourself a sex drive like anyone else.
‘S-Sh-Shi…ny…’
‘My thrrOooBbbing bunny feet? My thiI-IIiCk beefy pads and massive claws?’ She was flushed, now, eager, but the doc dropped the clipboard as she stepped back unconsciously. Shiny didn’t need the beast’s instincts to see how badly she was losing control. Nor the eyes to see the pinpricks starting to tent the doc’s own boots, the tightening of the mask, the faint brush of feathers. Her own boots tore at the sides, the down peeking out in bursts of pearl, like a garden in rapid bloom. She put pressure upon the opposite paw, lifting the first boot free, then groaned as she pushed – hard – at her changes, the boot erupting in a shower of fabric and leather.
‘O-oH my goodness gra-AAhh-AAAANnH-AAAAHhhRRRRR….!!’ She slapped her hands over the mask, but it was already tearing as her beak met her fingers. The wings tented and tore so fast that the coat seemed but an afterthought, and the race of feathers along her body almost kept up with the ripping fabric as the doctor’s clothing fell away, her own bestial form tearing out at wild pace. Shiny found herself almost disappointed at the rush of the arousal’s pace – from human to raven in the span of perhaps thirty seconds, though the delicious sight of those talons tenting, tearing, cleaving the boots into nothingness would definitely be in her daydreams that night. Shiny guffawed as her opposite paw finished its shift, reveling in the destruction as Minnie gasped and sputtered and protested in her charmingly incoherent way. Even after her voice returned, Shiny merely grinned as she lectured her on the ruination of the experiment and the resultant waste of time.
‘Yeah, but you enjoyed the show, didn’t you?’
‘THAT’S NOT – it’s NOT – you’re not SUPPOSED to…!’
She laughed again. She’d come down eventually, and they’d do it right the next day.
She did wonder if the doc would want a more private demonstration that night, though…
So! Once again, because I just like his writing, I commissioned LunarKeys to do up another story featuring two of my B E E F iest of girls. A story he apparantly did in one sitting....during a meeting.
Bro is just built different.
Story by: LunarKeys
Thumbnail art by: catmonkshiro
(Also, uh, the dual submissions of text and pdf formats were uh...stupid, so I'm gonna use a different method that literally every other writer on this website uses from now on. Don't judge me.)
It was strange, being out of her armor. Nevermind that the armor was almost pointless nowadays with what came bursting out of it so often; it was part of the station. She was half-bodyguard, half-captain of the growing army of Mutants that crowded the camp. And at least it was less demeaning than an Empire uniform.
Still, it was weird being out of it. The stuff regenerated – Doc had some kind of magic that made it knit itself back together – but she had wanted a proper hypotenus…hypoteneuse…hypothsomething for the purpose of the testing. She wasn’t sure if she was enamored with being a favored test subject, but as long as she was being asked to grow each time, it wasn’t all bad.
‘You gonna be ready this week?’ she finally asked. It’d been a whole damn hour just sitting in these rags. Or maybe five minutes. Whatever.
‘Shiny, you must know by now that medicine is precise, and if the experiment is disrupted by unexpected variables, then what you have is little more than quackery.’
‘Don’t see what ducks have to do with it.’ She muttered.
‘It’s not-‘ The would-be rabbit snorted audibly as Minerva paused in that I don’t even know where to begin to explain to your stupid ass patient way. ‘Please just work with me here, alright?’
‘Yeah, yeah, alright.’ She frowned. How’d she do that? The doc was fragile to the point where she could be flustered by a conversation more interesting than asking about the weather, yet she was imposingly intelligent in her field. Shiny didn’t know just what the hell she was doing, but it was important enough that she felt bad about disrupting it anyway.
Minerva finally made her way over, parchment piled high on her clipboard. ‘Right, subject; Shiny, age, 23, healthy, currently human female rabbit Mutant, height 172 centimeters. Test subject’s clothing is simplistic to minimize impedance during shifting to bestial form.’ Shiny closed her eyes, resisting the temptation to get started on the change right there. Arguments in the past over the necessity of talking out the entire experiment had never gone over well, so she gritted her teeth and waited.
‘Prior shifts have grown to a recorded 302, 310, and 306 centimeters, with unverified reports of additional growth during moments of great, ah, stimulation.’ Shiny opened her eyes a bit, piecing together the words. ‘You mean when I got horny enough to-‘
‘Shiny, please.’ She folded her arms around herself and resisted the urge to grumble. Like the doc didn’t get wound up when she changed. ‘Subject is instructed to incite a shift as of…eight oh five PM. Shiny, in three, two…
Finally. She sucked in a breath and held it, focusing, then licked over her lips. Rabbit. Big, big beasty rabbit. Huge beasty rabbit with massive heavy paws, claws the kind that could rip massive gouges in the boots she wore and have room left enough to continue scoring the floor under them, so that…
‘HHh’, and she quivered, her fingers closing against her chest. It was…an injection, the doc had called it once, like a shot in the heart. Like all that bestial blood was waiting in there, waiting for her to get needy, get horny, get eager, so that it could be let loose. She didn’t need to pant, didn’t need to groan, but it felt right to do so, to entice the rippling heat throughout her chest as fur pushed up, mashed underneath her fingers, the pearl down spread over her chest. ‘FuHhhHK…’ Her shoulders cracked, musculature broadening as thickening fur bunched, filling much of the droopy top with heavy down as she stooped forward, grasping the edge of the table. Her tailbone shifted, the rabbit’s button-fluff tail shunted into the trousers as she felt the wood creak beneath the burgeoning strength in her arms.
‘Subject shows…’ Minerva paused for a moment to take a deep breath. ‘…adrenaline spike upon induction of shift. Repeated transformations consistent with prior observations, where changes proceed at an accelerated rate. Adjustment is rapid.’ But Shiny was barely listening – what would she find in the mumbo-jumbo, anyway? The ears were taking their pointed tint, rushing to push through the increasingly pale hair as gold sparks swam in her eyes. The buttoned nose nearly folded in as she bit into her lip, squeezing the yellowing orbs shut. ‘HHhNNFH…GhhNN…!’ The muzzle was short, but the grinding, shifting sensation of skull reconfiguring as the platinum blonde of her hair was swallowed by the white fur was electric enough for her fingers to bend the operating table, digging the metal into her coarsening digits, the pads of her fingers growing thick as she groaned. ‘Ooh, GoooDSsS, YessSSSSS...’
‘S-shiny, please be careful with your strength…’ The rabbit let her grip drop, but she shook her head. ‘I c-c-AAHn’T…NOT want it…’ She rose, pushing herself away and finding herself stumbling on the boots she wore. Somehow, she’d forgotten she didn’t have her paws yet. Her feet were still plantigrade. ‘Need my paws’, she mumbled, the next step taking her against the wall. She braced herself with one hand, feeling the nails elongate as her fingers thickened against one another, her clawtips piercing the wood of the cabin. Her opposite fingers dug into the top – already half-exposed, the claws almost casually tore through it, and she shuddered as her trousers grew taut against thickening thighs. Minerva was saying something scientific about the changes three minutes in, but she was more annoyed at the time. It takes me three fuckin’ minutes just to change halfway?. She grunted, and reached, and tore the top straight down the middle, feeling the scraps tumble as her spine pushed her taller, claws drawing lines in the wall. “HhHHHRRhH…” Barely an example of her strength, but the doc needed her to be docile when she could tear a soldier in half. She was trying. She was really trying.
But it was paw time, and trying wouldn’t be enough. ‘ohHff, oh FuHHhK…’ Her breathing had picked up the pace – and each breath was broadening her thighs, tearing larger and larger holes into the trousers, swaths of brilliant white fur poking through. But the fur was reaching her ankles, and that meant happy fun time. That meant swollen toes and even bigger claws down south. That meant huge heavy bunny paws, massive lapine stompers, humungous lanky clawed monster feet, that meant…
She wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. A glance behind her, as the near-glowing golden eyes opened again. ‘RhHF?’
Minnie was still scribbling, but her fingers were shaking, and her narration had taken on a decidedly stammery tint. ‘A-a-ahh…aht….at four minutes, subject is approximately…a-ahhproximately two hundred seventy centimeters, and is undergoing metamorphosis of the podiatric r-r-region…’ Shiny hadn’t the faintest as to what she was talking about, but the eyes didn’t have to be beast-sharp to see the way the mask was sucking in from the force of Minerva’s own breathing. Or how the mask couldn’t hide that she wasn’t watching her main form, still hulking, tearing, scraps of clothing tumbling free from her increasingly lapine form. It was focused downwards.
At the burgeoning paws.
She didn’t know much about science, but she did know quite a bit about what lust looked like. Shiny grinned. ‘He-eEyyY, doc?’
The mask jerked upwards. ‘S-Shiny, you should be focusing on…on your…changes…’
‘YeeAaahh’, she hummed, then turned, giving her a better angle. Arching the boots upwards properly as the toes began to press along the front, distorting the leather with the sharpened tips threatening to poke free. ‘I am. Just…NHhhff…noticed you were focusin’…Hhaahh, YeAAh….real hard on ‘em too.’
‘I’m…I’m conducting…an experiment.’ She glanced back at the pocket watch. ‘I have to…I have to keep…track of…’
Shiny sucked in a breath, then forced her grip into the wall, grunting loudly. The claws tore through, clicking against the floor, as the fur began to sneak through the gaps in the ripped boots. Minerva’s voice trailed off in a gasp, and the rabbit grinned fiendishly in response. It took another moment for her to remember. ‘…of the pace of…your changes…’
‘Of my huUUuggGee bunny paws?’ She grunted again, and the threads of leather drew tight as the toes ripped through, spilling heavy, pearl-white paws onto the floor. The heels tightened further as the sides began to crack ominously. Minerva’s fingers trembled as the pen dropped from her fingertips. Oh, you poor little birdie. All that education, and you forget you’ve got yourself a sex drive like anyone else.
‘S-Sh-Shi…ny…’
‘My thrrOooBbbing bunny feet? My thiI-IIiCk beefy pads and massive claws?’ She was flushed, now, eager, but the doc dropped the clipboard as she stepped back unconsciously. Shiny didn’t need the beast’s instincts to see how badly she was losing control. Nor the eyes to see the pinpricks starting to tent the doc’s own boots, the tightening of the mask, the faint brush of feathers. Her own boots tore at the sides, the down peeking out in bursts of pearl, like a garden in rapid bloom. She put pressure upon the opposite paw, lifting the first boot free, then groaned as she pushed – hard – at her changes, the boot erupting in a shower of fabric and leather.
‘O-oH my goodness gra-AAhh-AAAANnH-AAAAHhhRRRRR….!!’ She slapped her hands over the mask, but it was already tearing as her beak met her fingers. The wings tented and tore so fast that the coat seemed but an afterthought, and the race of feathers along her body almost kept up with the ripping fabric as the doctor’s clothing fell away, her own bestial form tearing out at wild pace. Shiny found herself almost disappointed at the rush of the arousal’s pace – from human to raven in the span of perhaps thirty seconds, though the delicious sight of those talons tenting, tearing, cleaving the boots into nothingness would definitely be in her daydreams that night. Shiny guffawed as her opposite paw finished its shift, reveling in the destruction as Minnie gasped and sputtered and protested in her charmingly incoherent way. Even after her voice returned, Shiny merely grinned as she lectured her on the ruination of the experiment and the resultant waste of time.
‘Yeah, but you enjoyed the show, didn’t you?’
‘THAT’S NOT – it’s NOT – you’re not SUPPOSED to…!’
She laughed again. She’d come down eventually, and they’d do it right the next day.
She did wonder if the doc would want a more private demonstration that night, though…
So! Once again, because I just like his writing, I commissioned LunarKeys to do up another story featuring two of my B E E F iest of girls. A story he apparantly did in one sitting....during a meeting.
Bro is just built different.
Story by: LunarKeys
Thumbnail art by: catmonkshiro
(Also, uh, the dual submissions of text and pdf formats were uh...stupid, so I'm gonna use a different method that literally every other writer on this website uses from now on. Don't judge me.)
Category Story / Transformation
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Female
Size 120 x 50px
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Hey so - I just found your work, and I'm already immediately impressed by the stylistic flair of your paw content. Definitely going to study it to hone my own paw game. Keep it up!
Ah, well bear in mind, this particular story is not my creation, but most of the other stories in my gallery are
This comment was made with those in mind too!! Especially your action-oriented Shiny piece.
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