Skies was busy with the late evening burger rush, her second of sudden and inexplicable career changes since she’d had her identity (and cunt) kicked out of her before her flight. It was a nice distraction oddly, and while it was clearly ‘Touch at your own risk…’ the way she just naturally flirted with damn near every man or woman that came in seemed to have ‘or reward’ tacked to the end and was absolutely starting to pile on the tips.
Probably not as much money as she made before when she was an… accountant? Actuary?
“Something boring as fuck,” Skies thought, frowning as she fought off the near instinctual contempt for whatever sensibly dressed and sensibly simple woman she’d been before. Flats instead of heels, little to no muscle tone to speak of, modest breasts compared to the stupendous tit towers filling out her Burger Fiefdom top and of course the deciding lack of she-cock bulge betwixt her legs. Hell, there seemed very little to connect her back, even her name was-
Her phone beeped, and she pulled it out, confusion giving way to surprise at what she saw:
-Hey girl! You finally done unpacking? We’ve been wondering if you still wanted to meet up?
It was Skies’ friends. Past friends? Friends before she changed her style, sex, and then career (twice now) like putting on a new pair of booty hugging short-shorts. Her fingers moved before she really thought it through, quickly typing out:
-Sure thing. Been hell of a day.
“Wait, no, I can’t actually-“
-Cool. Meet us here.
Skies looked at the address that followed, noted it was a short walk down a block or two towards the riverside. And whether her new attitude or just the ‘ballsy’ confidence she couldn’t help but notice driving her forward at times she just went along with it.
“Hey… Phil?” Skies said, reading the nametag of the man that was apparently her co-worker now or some shit. “I’m done for the night. Cover for me or… whatever.”
Her burger serving sisters were busy, Scarlett and Riot Queen darting from table to table, serving with a smile or a smirk and just the right amount of sway to their hips. The absurdity of the past fight already gone leaving the newly be-cocked and badass beauties in their subsumed roles. Thankfully she’d been able to figure out why her and Scarlett had been on the same account and with a quick selection had removed her right to suddenly decide what outfit/career she apparently had.
“God, this is crazy.” The worst part is it didn’t even feel crazy. It just was. Either way she wanted to get out of it for a while so waving as she turned, she sprinted towards the gated entrance and hopped the fence, not even waiting to navigate through the crowd of hungry or simply curious costumers that were still piling in. The thrill of the increased athleticism was a nice perk.
The hefty sway of her tits as she hit the ground heels first, crotched low and feeling the tug of her tucked away package reminding her of what that had cost. Or come with. Skies couldn’t really tell or decide if packing a penis and a new pair of tits was a bonus or a penalty. It was certainly something alright!
But she planned to take her mind off those problems. As soon as she made it to-
****
The River Queen Casino
“So, she’ll be here soon?”
“Yes Britney, I already told you that,” answered the taller dark-haired brunette as she looked up from her phone. The shorter woman adjusted her glasses and brushed some of her brown hair back as she took another sip of her drink. It was a fruity non-acholic and seriously overpriced but they hadn’t seen their friend in years so it felt like time to treat themselves.
Amber hadn’t ordered anything yet, her ice water mostly gone untouched as she slid her phone away and back into her purse. Going back to inspecting the entrance for Skye’s arrival. It had been so long that neither of them could even really remember what she looked like even… for some odd reason.
“There-wait, no,” Amber said, another false guess as lady in business suit looked around for someone and then sped off towards the bar. That had been close though… right? She always dressed like that, her… blonde(?) hair in a bun?
“Oh my god.”
Not at all like the Amazonian that had just pushed through the doors, neon blue hair falling as thick and poofy canopy down to her buttocks. Too tight booty shorts showing thong and more as heels clicked against the floor and she gazed around the dining and event area with the same searching expression as the last woman. Still dressed from work, though Britney couldn’t imagine how it was appropriate to wear something like that… unless Burger Fiefdom had become more risqué and adult since the last time she’d been there. Her… assets were certainly no less stuffed full of artificial preservatives than most of the beef they offered though given everything else about her stunning physique, one had to wonder why she’d bothered since she’d probably already been full size bigger than Britney before anything else.
And now she was waving at someone and-
“H-hey,” Britney said, waving back as the blue on blue on bodacious babe quickly walked towards them.
It was Skye-Skies?!
“Sorry it took so long-I’ve had a hell of a day. New job… and so much more you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Right…” Britney took a long sip of her drink, glancing over at Amber to say something, anything, to carry the conversation.
“So you’re a waitress now?”
“Stupid stupid! What kind of question is that?” She wanted to ask what was up with hair, the muscles, the tits, or the fact that she could swear she’d been the tallest of their trio back in college. But for some reason the fact that Skies had gotten an MBA, moved to the East coast, but was now apparently serving burgers out of nowhere was the thing her brain locked in on.
“Apparently?” Skies said, sounding like she didn’t believe it either, looking at her phone as she fished it out of her back pocket and frowned at what she saw. “For now anyway… hey, you two wait a bit. I need to get something to drink after the day I’ve had.”
She turned on her heel and walked off towards the bar… leaving her phone behind on the table as she did. Which was immediately fished up by Amber.
“What are you doing?!”
“Something is wrong... and I’m going to find out what.”
She wanted to argue with her, but she felt it too. Though for the life of her she couldn’t seem to nail down what had gone wrong. Something with Skies obviously. But what? She looked different, that was for certain, but the more she tried to remember how the harder it was. Almost like the image of the neon blue haired present was painted over the past thoroughly enough that even getting a glimpse of it in memory was harder than it should have been. They’d been best friends since college, so why was it so hard to remember what she looked like a year ago?!
“Something is clearly up with her,” Britney said again.
“Well, you shouldn’t look through her phone!”
“She comes in late, looks and acts like an almost completely different person. Like, a style change is one thing but why’d she get her boobs done up like that?!” Britney shook her head, pulling up the messages and trying to find some evidence of… something. What, she had no idea of course, but clearly something was going on and-
BEEP
An incoming alert drew her attention, and a moment later she’d clicked on the suspicious looking notice. A new menu for some kind of… Grindr but street fights popped up. At least that’s what it looked like. There was Skies or Queen O’ Skies as it listed her right now, her place of work, when she was available for a match, preferred fighting style…
“She’s become some kind of… street tough hooligan!”
But more over was the blinking attention of the most recent advertised alert.
PLACE YOUR BETS FOR ALL OUT BRAWL! DOUBLE DUAL DOLLARS AND AUTOMATIC ‘Bunny Suit Combo’ PACK FOR ENTERING!
“Wait, is this happening now?”
“What are you talking about Britney,” Amber said, reaching out for the phone and trying to grab it out of her hands. Only for her finger to slip down and hit ACCEPT under the latest challenge offered.
“Tag-team tournament entry accepted! Good luck [Amber Clarke]/[Britney Robbins]!”
“Wait-what was-“
“Oi! I heard there was a challenger around here lookin’ for a fight. Or are you all a bunch of cowards.”
A titanic man had pushed through the crowd, looking like a street tough from decades ago and across the pond. A too small open jacket across his broad chest had the Union Jack stitched into it and the only other coverage up top were lengths of heavy chains he wore around his neck. Even heavier ones about his wrists, clinking as his heavy boots fell with each step into the quickly emptying center stage of the casino.
“I can’t believe it! A real Street Fight. I mean, we are in Metro City but,” Britney said. Only to squeak in surprise as the crowd forming around the stage seemed to push her, and Amber, from their seats and left the two to stumble forward all the way into the main attraction itself.
“Ha! Really, bloody-a pair of Mad Gear ex-pats?” The large man looked up from his own phone before sliding it into pocket on the inside of his jacket and withdrawing a comb. Moving it through his long blonde mohawk he just shook his head as he looked at the pair of women before him dismissively. “But if that’s what it takes. I ain’t about to let an easy win like this slip through my fingers.”
“Wow, wait, we aren’t-we can’t-I mean why would you even think we-“
ROUND ONE!
Birdie vs. [Amber Clarke]
Fight!
Birdie rushed forward while Amber’s efforts to dodge to the side were hamstrung by way the crowd or the stage seemed to always be just where she wanted to run. Instead, she took the clothesline flush to the jaw, head whipping back and her hair with it. Rolling end over end, by the time she’d came to a stop her long dark locks were far longer and shimmering white gold.
“Hey, give a girl a chance to ready herself-wait, why did I-“
Amber clamped her hands over her mouth, fighting down the strange urge to challenge this monstrous man. Which only left her core open to a body blow that lifted, folded, and dropped her to her knees. Gasping, her sore lips inflated, while through the pounding of her blood and the cheers of the crowd as Birdie stepped back and soaked in their enthusiasm, she could hear her clothing strain and rip. Pants first, shirt next, and then her shoes-
Snapping apart, white stiletto pumps pressing out as the change surged up her body from there, thickening claves and thighs ripping through her clothes as fishnet stockings were revealed beneath. Going up and up and up till-
“Get over ‘ere.” The chain wrapped around her as she was brought into a bearhug, and then pressed. Each suffocating squeeze like pressing her body out of shape and into something new. Her stomach tightened, cinched in and then expanded as her core and form stretched upwards. Her already voluminous hair fell down to her ass, while her shirtsleeves fell away, white gloves and bare (and increasingly well-toned arms revealed. More and more till-
Ga-sssSSSHHH.
She heard her tits inflating, felt them swell as she was kicked back, stumbling on her new heels while her buttons popped louse on her blouse and rising titty cleavage showed. Massive, spherical, preposterous chest melons burst free. Nipples hard, areolas wide, barely hidden by the curvaceous attire of her new outfit, hints of erotic slippage showing as she swayed from side to side at the sudden transformation. Staring in shock at the expansion…
And the deep, and dusky brown color that was now swiftly spreading from her massive new knockers.
“What the-“
Amber-Cinder looked as her skin toned changed, rapidly becoming a contrasting color to her now white-blonde mane. Her body still throbbing, swelling, changing as she felt ever increasing strength added to the adrenaline pulsing through her till-
“Ooh… wha-what’s… oh muh gawd!”
Her efforts to fall into a proper and more prepared defensive stance were ham stayed as her crotch bulged out, a tiny clit no longer so tiny nor so ‘clitty’. Her normal, humdrum ‘kitty’ pressed against the ivory leotard as the rags of her past fell away and vanished. First as a vulgar camel toe and then as a rising, hardening rod! Harder and harder as her impressively strengthened core pushed and-
POP
Her newly inverted sex formed in truth.
Just in time for haymaker to take her out of the ring and out of the fight!
WINNER… BIRDIE
Cinder Cotton is Down! Dual Dollar Fee Applied!
“… Amber-Cinder are you okay?”
“No I’m not fucking okay you dumb bunny bitch!”
Britney’s eyes widened.
ROUND TWO
BIRDIE VS [Britney Robbins]
“Oh no no, wait I’m not-hey!” She was roughly pushed forward. Not by the crowd, but by-
SKIES?!
“You better do better than her,” Skies said, glaring at the defeated bunny girl sans pussy and with cock. Looking back at her phone and then back up to Britney, her own bunny girl ears bouncing as she did.
What.
“Your little stunt ate up all the Dual Dollars I had saved and all I’m getting out of it is another change of clothes.” A nearby patron turned member of the crowd tried to wave Bunny Skies down. “That and a new career too.”
What?!
Britney had no more time to think as the fight was on.
Skies winced as the first hit took off her glasses (and likely the need to wear them). It was clear from the start that it was going to be a disaster. As Britney Robbins-Revey Rabbit had her clock thoroughly washed and was soon ass up, her mane of now dark purple hair covers her face and her purple-black leotard stretched out with the expected curves and structure of another of the Poisonous Crew.
“Great… well now I know someone can sign up for this by agreeing to take my place in a fight too.” Not that that helped. They’d blown her entire reservoir of Dual Dollars for absolutely nothing.
Well, nothing for her anyway. They’d just been put through the ringer and gotten new bodies, new names, and new sexes out of it. And new jobs if the way people were now looking at her expecting refills was anything to go by.
Though maybe there was a way to get something back…
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