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On the Scene with Being Stephanie
🕑 Added 2020-12-31 07:22:10 +0000 UTC(contains bunny to goat species TF, male to female TG, slight size increase)
Stephanie belongs to Goattrain, used with permission.
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People need to learn when to chill the frick out. There’s a canyon worth of difference between a deadly virus and sinus issues. It wouldn’t kill someone to stop and consider that for a whole three seconds. A brief sniffle and suddenly half the check-out line reacts like a bomb went off, fighting with the other half over the right to blow one’s nose.
Wendel just wanted to buy some damn socks, not become the rally point for social dissidence. That was the whole point on why he worked investigative journalism behind the safety of internet anonymity. Shame that seemed to have drastic limits as well. Turns out an angry witch doesn’t need to dox someone to cast a bimbo transformation curse. Boy, was that an overreaction to a simple fashion criticism article.
Eventually the check out line discourse died down enough for Wendel to slip through without further delays. Today happened to be one of his ‘investigation’ days and being condescended by strangers who think they have a better understanding of healthcare ate up a lot of time. One thing he hated worse than a lecture was keeping others waiting.
Which was exactly the case upon entering a nearby Subway eight minutes later. Only one other patron could be seen through the store’s front window, but Wendel was certain they were his current news source. He had been told to expect a goat after all. It’s hard not to spot the trademark horns and long chin beard.
“Welcome to Subway!” cheered the only employee behind the counter. “What can I get you?”
Wendel’s ears perked to their full foot height just hearing a first friendly voice today. He returned the young dog’s smile. “Hey! Can you start me a sixer Italian trio, double meat, on herbs and cheese? I’ll be up for the rest in a sec.”
The dog man gave a happy nod, still in the process of washing his paw-hands. A perfect opportunity for Wendel to stroll over to the goat woman’s table. She seemed just as excited by the bunny’s entrance, although that might have been the mouthful of ham sandwich stuffed with veggies bulging out her cheeks with each chew.
“You must be Stephanie?”
The goat swallowed, took a long draw of her soda through a straw, and looked back to Wendel with a wide toothy grin. “Sure am! I guess that makes you Wendel?”
“Hubba maba lama… Bop?”
Now that they were up close experiencing direct eye contact with Stephanie for the first time prompted Wendel’s heart to leap into his chest. Something about the goat’s dazzling blue eyes, with their horizontal-line irises, sent him reeling. Overhead lights hit her horns and glossy brown hair in a way that projected an aura around her wide smiling face. The random gibberish of his words made her shift in confusion, drawing attention to how her stout figure moved like poetry under that sweater and jeans.
“Uh... you okay, dude? There’s a sandwich dog waiting for you.”
“What? Oh! Right, I’ll just... see to that then!” The realization he had been staring without noticing how long turned Wendel’s brown facial fur a shade of violet. Something he tried to hide by dumping his shopping bag and carry pack into the vacant bench across from Stephanie.
The awkward shuffling trip Wendel made back to the counter left Stephanie further confused. At least for a few seconds, until the puzzle pieces clicked together in her head. She leaned back in the booth, giving off a soft sigh and a chuckle, developing a slight blush herself.
In no time at all, Wendel was plopping his scrawny tail into the booth with a sandwich and soda in hand. Their brief time apart didn’t soften the initial awkwardness much, leading to a few minutes of silent chewing. Once Stephanie ran out of veggies to chomp on, however, he decided to just take the plunge rather than have that pretty face stare at him eating. With a little one handed rummaging, Wendel fished his tablet and stylus from the carry case, never stopping his meal.
“So, I guess we should start wi-gnngghh!!”
“You okay, dear?”
“No.” Wendel had paused in his setup when a drip of snot plopped onto his tablet screen. Why does Subway have to be so cheap on its napkin availability? He had to use a shirt sleeve to stop his twitching nose from leaking. “Life never lets me relax long enough to be okay. I’ve been suffering sinus issues all week.”
“Oh, me too! Hang on, I have plenty of allergy medicine to spare.” Stephanie rummaged a bit deeper in her purse, passing Wendel some gel capsules. “Take these on me.”
“Thanks,” he said with deep relief. They snatched the pills into his muzzle without a second thought and washed down with a long chug of fizzy cola.
If only Wendel waited a few extra seconds, Stephanie might have caught her error in time to prevent little horn nubs rising out of the rabbit’s brown hair. The solid bones protruded out behind his head in a steady growth, being mirrored by the rabbits’ ears retracting to a fraction of their size during their quick migration to the sides of his head.
Stephanie did a quick check inside her purse and bit her lower lip. All her bottles somehow popped open during the commute over, creating a jelly bean style assortment of pills in the bag’s bottom. When she glanced back at Wendel, his shortcut hair was pouring down around his shoulders in a waterfall of growth, lightening to a bright caramel coloration.
None of this registered for the miraculous reason that Wendel busied himself trying to clean the snot off his tablet screen. Turns out a sandwich wrapper is a terrible cleaning tool that only adds various condiment smudges to the mixture.
“Now that I’ve blown any sense of professionalism, why don’t we get this interview started?”
Stephanie blinked before shaking with giggles. A sound better than any sinus medicine to Wendel. “You know, if you want to make this a date, you can just ask? I got nothing to do tonight.”
“GYACK!?” Wendel sputtered, Sprite dripping out his enlarging nostrils. He quickly dabbed what he could with an already dirty shirt sleeve, unaware of the growing chin beard retaining much of the soda. “Where the heck is this coming from?”
“So you weren’t eyeing me up like a star-struck little boy when you came in?” Stephanie leaned forward, resting her smiling muzzle on her interconnected hoof hands. The little stub of her tail could just be seen wiggling atop her ample buttocks.
Wendel tried not to linger on that area, but it was clear by her eye twinkle that Stephanie already guessed where his interests lied. He cleared what remaining soda out of his throat, tapping the messy tablet screen for his note writing app. “Can we just deal with our business first?”
“I’m not hearing a no,” the goat said, stretching out the last word playfully. Hearing Wendel’s voice shift to a higher pitch with almost every word was getting her in a mischievous mood. The fact that the changing bunny passed it off on his backwash incident was especially amusing. A demonstration of her invention, and the reason she called a reporter in, had been planned anyway, just executed a bit early. “Seriously, though, thanks for meeting with me. Dessy said your website has been getting popular, so I’m really grateful for a chance to share my products.”
“Yeah? Sure. It’s because of Desmond that my reports are popular for all the wrong reasons. Whatever pays the bills, I guess. After a few years now, I’m starting to just accept the madness.” Wendel stuffed the last of his sandwich into his muzzle with unexpected ease. “So what products we got terrorizing the populace today? How about a little personal backstory for the intro?”
“Ah yes!” Stephanie straightened up and smoothed out her sweater, trying to maintain some composure. She practiced for this moment, only to become distracted by Wendel’s face slowly pushing out towards her. Seeing someone’s jawline stretch both longer and wider was one of her favorite parts to watch. At the same time, she didn’t want to stare, less she broke whatever focus prevented Wendel from noticing his transformation. “So, my name’s Stephanie, obviously. I’ve been a scientist probably most of my life now along with my brother, Al. A lot of our research delves in... resizing, I guess is an appropriate term, but we also do many things; gender bending, species changes, and I’ll never forget being a balloon in this year’s thanksgiving parade.”
“... I knew there was something surreal about that rubber goat’s detail painting.” Wendel jotted some notes and cleared his throat. “That explains why your pretty smile is so familiar.”
“You think I’m pretty?” It took everything Stephanie had not to laugh. When Wendel had finished his notes and looked up, it was with eyes that had the same horizontal pupils as a goat. In fact, except for his brown fur, and darker brown patch over his left eye, his head perfectly mirrored Stephanie’s down to the length of her beard.
“Stop that!” The best part was that Wendel was too busy huffing with embarrassment to notice even his voice mimicked the goat across the table. He blushed so hard it became overbearing, forcing him to shed off his jacket. “Let’s stay on you and inventing for now. What do you mean by resizing?”
Stephanie’s eyes gained an even brighter shine, noting the subtle tightness in his clothes. How the sleeves of his shirt retreated up his biceps with jerky motions. “Oh, that’s exactly what you might think. Al and I have done it all by now. Sometimes we get bigger. Other times we get super small. And then there're the times when it gets really fun. Ever imagine what you’d look like with your feet enlarged five times over?”
“Never in my life?”
“It’s a lot more fun than it sounds! I felt so tall and goofy looking. My hoof prints were hilarious to prank people with. They thought an elephant was stomping cracks into the sidewalk.”
“Uh-huh.” The grin on Wendel’s face became increasingly artificial while he made cautionary notes on his tablet. The irony that he was growing bigger while they talked sailed right over his rising goat's horns, along with meeting eye level with Stephanie. “So another macro enthusiast, huh? I seem to run into them a lot.”
“Really!?” A ruffling in Wendel’s shirt nearly broke Stephanie from her thoughts. She only risked a brief glance long enough to see his chest billowing out the fabric before meeting his gaze again. “How big have you ever grown?”
“More than I’d care to admit, especially with how many ad clicks the article afterwards got me.” Wendel grunted, absently scratching at his chest with one hand while the other jotted more notes. Fingers visibly squished into the soft flesh of his filling breasts, yet triggered no red flags.
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
“Being huge in itself isn’t an issue, I guess. It’s more the side effect of being very naked and visible to hundreds to thousands of people.”
Stephanie scoffed like she was privy to some joke. The changing man was a terrible liar if he didn’t like growing yet still reach half a foot over Stephanie. Such a size increase left a sizeable gap between his shirt and pants, making the perfect window to watch his waist collapse inwards.
“Lucky for you, my new product only causes very situational growth effects.” She dug through her purse, unfolding a pamphlet onto the table between them. “They usually trigger during potent feelings of joy or arousal. Only three of my twenty testing... volunteers got so big it became an issue. Even Dessy just gained an extra foot or two.”
“That explains the horn damage to his front door.” Wendel leaned in for a look at the flyer, unintentionally showing cleavage through the stretched collar of his shirt. Not too much of a surprise. Those knockers will most likely blossom into a bigger round shelf than Stephanie’s. “So what is my purpose for even being out here on a Thursday?”
“The latest in genetic cosmetics, of course! Stephonification!”
“Huh…” Well, that was what it said on the flashy photoshopped advertisement Stephanie set out. On it was a picture of the main girl herself waving in a showcase fashion at another goat woman shocked by her body’s buxom curves. “Great! I don’t follow.”
“I thought it would be obvious.” Stephanie’s thick snout wrinkled, trying not to snicker at the increasingly Stephanie-looking Wendel. “With a single dose, anyone can become Stephanie. You know; me!”
“I see.” Now that she mentioned it, Wendel could see an uncanny resemblance between the two goats on the paper. His hips shifted in another growth spurt, one hand absently reaching back to tug at his pants waistband so his fattening butt wouldn’t spill out. “She does... kind of look like you, but the black spotted fur ruined that effect. Also, no offense, she’s way skinnier.”
“None taken. I rather like being a big cuddly pear, but the consensus favors thin waists, huge boobs, and sometimes a dump truck ass.”
“That’s typical transformation fans for you.” Wendel shook his head in judgement, still dismissive of the heavy mounds hanging from his chest. Having a wider bottom and thighs only made him angry at how the old jeans pinched his soft curves. Clothes are so expensive, but never last long enough. “The process seems a bit incomplete?”
“That’s by design, silly. While my DNA works as the target, traits from the user’s base form integrate to help keep their sense of identity. Plus, it’d get kind of boring to just see dozens of me socialising with each other.”
“I’ve played enough Skyrim to know what that might look like.” It was really getting hard to keep jotting down all this information. Wendel found his fingers getting increasingly stiff and wanting to stay pressed against each other. “Something tells me you also brought a sample or something, right?”
“Kind of?” Stephanie pretending to find something outside the restaurant interesting to avoid the near-goats accusing stare. “I mean, if we’re being honest I might have accidentally, completely well intentioned, started a demonstration while we’ve been talking.”
Silence blanketed the restaurant so thick that the pair could hear the canine clerk breathing heavily from his observation post at the register. Stephanie glanced from the window to Wendel and back several times. She could see the clothes of her curvy doppelganger tightening their hold on her massive breasts and hips with each peek. It only took a little more goat fat for Wendel’s pants to give out along the outside of thighs so thick they naturally pressed together.
Or maybe that could have been because of Wendel’s towering eight foot height. His shapely legs slamming into the underside of their table finally brought his senses around to the mutation overtaking his body. With a quick three taps, he held up the tablet to obverse the brown spotted goat staring into the selfie camera.
“You know…” Wendel started, feeling a little bad when he glanced over the device to see Stephanie braced as if expecting an attack. A reaction he can deeply sympathize with in this business. “...you could have mentioned this a lot sooner to save me some pants. ACK!”
Their table suddenly shook with a loud thump, making Stephanie jump. Wendel’s legs jerked upon feeling his toes clench under a tight cramp and then become completely numb. Seconds later two loud pops followed large cloven hooves ripping out the front of his sneakers. They clopped timidly under the tightening space of their booth with heels annoying remaining to hang on his arched heels.
“Might have saved me a pair of shoes too.” The table thunked onto the table when the same numbness overcame his hands. The slim digits finally lost their resistance to the changes, five fingers merging in a hard casing to become three. For being part hoof, Wendel was still surprised by their bendable dexterity, although the large sizes made it difficult to grip the stylus again. “Now I got to walk all the way back to Walmart for new clothes. This wears off, right?”
“I... Of course! It shouldn’t take a week at worst.” Stephanie’s own heavy bosom heaved a sigh of relief. “I must admit, being scared you wouldn’t take this very well.”
“You forgot I l-liiive nngh! Next door to Desmond.” Wendels legs pushed tighter together, making the table’s bolted stand crack in waning resistance. Both hands couldn’t resist slipping to rest on the crotch of his busted pants, feeling the final changes invert the sensitive organs inside. “Y-yeah... there it goes inside me again. Mmmpphhh! B-being changed into a female is like one of the most modest things that happens to me regularly around that nut job.”
“Oh? So you’re just used to it, huh? And here I thought you were that into your work to notice reality.”
“I’m told that’s a problem too but I... uh... mmmhhh!” Wendel bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to rub the top of her jeans as thighs squished around her fingers. Being aroused after a transformation was also par for the course. However, they rarely came on so strong she could feel the heat of maidenhood through denim. “Is... Stephnication s-supposed to feel this good.”
“What? Sometimes it... oh... ooooohhhh!” Stephanie’s ears folded back, remembering some other inventions she normally carried in her purse. “I might have slipped you a drug that briefly activates a furry’s heat cycle. It comes in handy for relieving stress.”
“You don’t say?” Wendel snorted as she tried standing up. There was a loud crack through the store when her efforts caused the tables steel bolts to rupture.
Stephanie had to abandon her seat as well to avoid a face full of broken furniture. Both of them standing only made her more proud of her brown goat twin. She just barely stood under Wendel’s boobs, and could clearly see a wet stain forming between their chunky legs. The cause of which only continued to give Wendel problems, if the sharp hip wiggling was any sign.
“D-dang it,” Wendel moaned after moving to collect her possessions. Something deep inside her hips must have stung because Stephanie suddenly saw the stubby goat tail stiffen with a loud gasp that left Wendel dumbstruck. Moments later she came out of it and turned with a sweaty forehead and nervous smile towards Stephanie. “Y-you were saying something about a date, right? How about... we… we do the end part at your place, shower, and go see a movie after?”
Stephanie opened her mouth only for her response to die on her tongue. Cheeks brightened a little shade of red but there was also an uncomfortable level of devious thought in her eyes. “I say if we’re going to be that forward, we just get to know each other right now.”
“W-wait! Here!?” Wendel sputtered, leaving him perfectly vulnerable for Stephanie to yank that tight shirt off her. Massive breasts lifted with the tight hem and flopped back into the smaller goat’s face with new freedom.
Stephanie giggled as she gripped both mounds, playfully tugging them apart so Wendel could see her through the cleavage space. “Why not? You probably won’t last going down the street at this rate.”
She made a wonderful point. The mere contact of three fingered hoof hands on her nipples nearly disabled Wendel’s knees. Weak groans of her mounting arousal filled the near empty store while a war of priorities took place in her thoughts. There was the worry that anyone could walk in at any second, followed by the risky notion of inviting them to join them. God, she just wanted Stephanie to rub her tits, at least.
“But... but what about the register guy?”
“I don’t mind if he joins us!” Stephanie shrugged without hesitation, leaning to gaze around Wendel’s groovy waist. “What do you say?”
Wendel’s face was red from more than just embarrassment as she followed her twin’s gaze to the dog at the register. Having been stuck watching the unfolding transformation, and subsequent fondling, he jumped back looking ready to leap through a window. At least until the meaning of Stephanie’s invitation sunk in.
“Meh! Why not?” He said while yanking off his store brand shirt en route to join the gorgeous goat girls. Dude was surprisingly ripped for working fast food. “Mind if I try some of those pills too?”
