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The Rookery: Sgata
🕑 Added 2020-09-30 07:45:55 +0000 UTC(contains male human to female dracat TF, slight macro, muscle and hyer curves.)
Commission for Sgata
Art by Janus
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The folder slapped atop Shu’s hands without warning. Had his project lead bothered to show that much courtesy, maybe the young office man wouldn’t have reeled back in a panic, sending the stack of papers flying. There were only a few more numbers to crunch for their quarterly report, so all his focus revolved around getting done in time for lunch.
“Wow. Stressed a bit today?” asked the overpaid jackass with his signature carefree smirk. There was no move to help clean the mess now decorating the cubicle floor. Not that Shu expected that much.
“I don’t know. Maybe you could say something before jumping in front of someone’s face?” Shu brushed black bangs out of his eyes, scooping up what papers he could reach without leaving his chair. “And what are these?”
“Amanda just quit.” The statement came out like some dismissive afterthought. It was a problem for someone lower on the corporate ladder. “Afraid you’re going to have to review the contracts she was working on for the next pay period.”
“Are you kidding me?” Shu blurted out, resisting the urge to rip the pages in his hand. An unflinching smile from his boss proudly displayed they were not. “I’ve already spent the past week trying to string together two projects I’m not even a part of for your other team. It took me all last night just to catch up on my work.”
“Good Job, then. Nice to know you have time to pick up Amanda’s slack now. Don’t be afraid to work the weekend either, or we might all lose a bit of commission bonus.” The boss turned, leaving Shu in stupefied rage. “Thanks, Shu. We couldn’t run this place without you.”
“Damn right you couldn’t,” Shu grumbled as he picked up the remaining papers into an unorganized pile on his desk. That could be sorted out later when he felt better about correcting other people’s awful work. For now, he grabbed a coat off its wall hook, trying to avoid human contact on his way outside. Lunch hour already rolled by and they didn’t give him any leeway on punctuality either.
Good thing he didn’t have to go far in the search for a decent eatery. The spot across the street where a mediocre sandwich shop used to operate finally found some new business. Their choice of a cartoon dragon sign certainly served as an eye-catcher. Even from a distance, the fictional creature sported a large gravid body with a wide rear and tight-looking breasts. On the nose lewd in this current social climate, especially when the only thing covering her golden scales was an apron. Letters spelled out the location as ‘The Rookery’ under her round belly in a font probably meant to have a dark ages feel.
Far be it for Shu to pass up a new restaurant. Non-franchise family owned places were his favorite, too. That usually nets him larger portions and more home cooked flavors. After a careful crossing to the door, he paused a second to glance over a posted sample menu.
Seeing almost everything listed was some kind of egg dish brought the realization this was a themed restaurant. Those were a bit rare in a boring business section of town like this. Although he guessed that explained the need for a dragon mascot. Mythical beasts of legend might sell more omelettes than pregnant chickens, or platypuses.
Bells clattered in classic announcement to the man’s entrance. Keeping with the dragon theme, the interior shined like a decorated beer hall out of a knight’s video game. Lots of greens and browns complimented by plastic shields and fake monster heads on the walls.
The shop itself possessed little space even when it was for sandwiches. Four booths and two tables sat awaiting customers, only one of which was occupied by a buff fennec woman. They briefly made eye contact with Shu, giving a polite nod before returning to her phone. Moments later, the curtains parted for the proprietor’s grand entrance.
“Oh! Welcome to the Rookery. Dining in for lunch?”
Shu had trouble finding the words for a polite reply. The red dragon waddling a hot plate over to her fennec patron was a grand something all right. Go figure the sign outside was on model instead of a caricature. Her red and black scales gleamed in the light with every bounce of thick fatty curves. A round distended stomach supported two basketball breasts stretching out the front of her apron. It seemed like the only clothing her positively massive figure could wear.
Some time must have passed in Shu’s daze, for he eventually realized this heavily pregnant monster was patiently waiting before him with wings and meaty tail twitching.
“Um, t-take out, please? I don’t have a lot of time for anything to cook, either.”
The dragon beamed in her dismissive wave. Long golden locks of hair fluttered behind her like a tiny cape. “Not to worry, hun! I got some fresh poached eggs just waiting to be made into sandwiches.”
“Oh? That sounds pretty good.” Shu checked his watch. Forty-five minutes wasn’t too bad, but he would have liked time to savor this place’s fancier meals. A reason to come back later, perhaps. “I’ll take two sandwiches, please.”
“Won’t be a minute!” The dragon dropped a wink as she turned to sashay back into the kitchen.
“Talk about a dump truck ass, right?” The fennec paused her meal, unable to resist a comment after seeing Shu get left stuck in a trance.
No one can blame him. That dragon’s giddy bounce was the stuff of legends. Shu didn’t care much for their egg-fill middle, but to see such a rare anthro practically in the buff sparked strange lines of thought. She was so lucky to have such a powerful body. No one on the team would give him lip if he looked like that. Maybe a lot taller, though.
“I was more wondering where she’s getting all the eggs,” Shu said with a smug grin at the fennec.
She raised an eyebrow, looking back to her dish pensively. Whatever went through her mind must not have been very troubling, because she shrugged and resumed eating with a happy wag of her enormous tail.
“And here we go!” The round dragon returned moments later, setting a plastic bag beside the register to ring up Shu’s order. They exchanged money, her wings fluttering with the ding of the transaction bell. “Thank you very much for coming in. Feel free to stop by again.”
Shu felt it likely he’d give such a fun-looking place repeat business. It was the shortest walking distance from his office.
“Mmmhh!” The fennec gave off a weird moan as Shu walked past. She lost all interest in a random human and looked to be having an orgasmic experience digging into her own lunch.
Well, if the sandwiches were half as good as whatever she was eating, he might have to try befriending the dragoness too. Now eager to give some new food a try, he made his way outside. He had no desire to eat indoors, more so back up at his cubicle where other headaches can arrive. Luckily there was an area nearby with picnic tables under a canopy for such occasions.
He didn’t know why, but Shu somehow expected his meal to look fancier than what came out of the wrapper. It was your basic breakfast sandwich; English muffin, fried egg, orange cheese, and some bacon. Opening it, he found some pickles tossed in along with a pinkish light sauce. Served him right for not asking what all went into the assembly before buying it.
That wouldn’t stop him in his hungry, tired state anyway. Shu shoved the thing into his mouth, ripping off the biggest bite human cheeks can allow. Two chews in and his eyes shot open wide, gaining an unusual twinkle in the afternoon sun. “Holy shit…”
Looks can truly deceive, for the flavor soothed in ways Shu never thought a sandwich can. Sweetness in the sauce bit at his tongue, elevating the already great taste of bacon and cheese together. His jaw worked into overdrive, wanting to chew out all the seasoning possible before swallowing.
The lump of food crashed into Shu’s stomach with explosive satisfaction, causing his body to shudder. This wasn’t just the best egg he ever ate, it had to be the best one in all existence. He shoveled in another face full of sandwich, forcing himself to take it slow. Something this special was worth taking in every crumb.
Now if only the metal chair could be as pleasant. Shu slouched deep against the backrest, trying to stretch out the tension in his legs. Leaving them spread wide in a public space hardly mattered anymore compared to the next sandwich bite. Had the young man been paying attention to anything else, he might have noticed how his jeans drew tight around a lot of unexpected muscles.
Things only got more uncomfortable while Shu ate. Constant shifting of his hips did nothing to help their drastic widening. The back of his pants slipped down under the pressure of a swelling butt. Both became pressed between sturdy armrests bulging over and under the chairs gaps with soft fat over solid muscles.
By the time he finished the first sandwich Shu looked almost comical having a lower body easily three times bigger than his torso. It was obvious his pelvis had inflated itself firmly into the chair, metal groaning as it bent under his bulk’s superior material. Pant cuffs rode up to his knees, revealing shins not only muscular, but coated in a silky layer of silvery white hairs. Their long sleek form flowed into work shoes dealing with a lot of things inside them. Pressure pinched down on his shifting toes, pushing out the fronts like a row of large round boils.
PAFF!
“Mmmhh?”
It was not the loud ripping of leather, but the relief that came with it that drew Shu’s attention. Looking up from gorging on his second egg snack, he needed a second to realize the baseball shaped protrusions rupturing out of his shoes were toes. With a slight mental thought, they wiggled in their new freedom to confirm this. The foot base quickly grew in their stead and tore the protective covers away.
“What the actual fuck!?” Shu dropped his half-eaten sandwich on a table, aghast at the paws attached to his legs. Moments later he flew into a complete panic, noticing the buff furry legs straining his pants. He tried to stand, but a combination of heels arching into a stance that forced him to walk on tip-toes and the discovery of his massive ass stuck in a bent chair caused him to stay sitting.
SHHHRRRTTTTT!!
The motion had an unwitting side effect of also breaking already strained seams. Jeans tore in a chorus of agony, sending the garments sliding onto warm pavement in several pieces.
While monstrous, the legs this revealed to Shu were also beautiful by design. Soft fur ran along most of his legs, with the outer thighs and hips marked by bright blue stripes. However, covering his inner thighs was an armament of tiny scale plattings a matching silvery color. They ran smoothly up to cover his crotch, stomach and buttocks so everything glinted in the sunlight during his attempts to dislodge from the shrinking chair. It was a miracle such dramatic growth wasn’t causing pain from his underwear.
Seeing only a smooth, cleft mound outlined in the briefs explained why.
“I...I’ve got a…” Shu’s mind reeled, wondering how he could miss switching genders over the course of eating. One hand reached down, quivering, lacking the courage to touch his feminine crotch through the cotton. This situation felt so surreal that he worried confirming it was reality might have profound effects. “Aah! Hnnngggh!”
Granted, things were rapidly progressing that way. Shu watched his hand twitch and shift uncontrollably while more of the silvery fur grew from his knuckles to coat his entire skin. Drawing it back, he raised his other hand, finding it also became exceptionally furry. The digits themselves rapidly puffed up one joint at a time until he was wiggling very paw-like hands with slightly less dexterity. At least he kept his thumbs, however meatball in shape they looked.
THRRRT! RIIIP! CRRRT!
The rest of Shu’s arms didn’t last long afterward, bulking up with muscles that could put a bodybuilder to shame. Sleeves tore away in a dramatic reveal of more silver fur and blue stripes.
“Mmph!” Shu bit his lower lip, feeling an odd pleasure in his shoulders tearing out of his work shirt. Like everything else, they were getting massive in both size and strength, yet with a feminine sleekness under the fluff. Come to think of it, all these rapid changes felt rather nice to his overworked, underpaid body, if highly confusing.
Shu knew he should be concerned about this situation, maybe even highly panicked. About the only thing he could muster was fascination in the way fur climbed up his sides while skin rippled into scales across his chest. They were just like that dragon’s back at the shop. Did her food trigger this transformation? He never heard of a dragon having fur and paws before, though that didn’t stop a stray smile on his face from exposing some sharpening teeth.
“O-oh...oh nyaaaah!”
Paw-hands came to rest on the breast of Shu’s work shirt. He could feel a different shifting under the flesh of his scales, tickling the plush pads of his fingers. With a hard lurch, the area rose forward to push his grip back. Another quickly followed, drawing the buttons of his shirt pucker. The sight of shining silvery mounds bulging out through the gaps formed a tight cleavage between them made him realize just what he was holding.
“OH YEEEESSS!” Shu mewed in a happy cheer. In one last surge, his breasts shattered the row of buttons containing them. He quickly tore away what remained with eager claws, groping at the fatty orbs thrice his head size. It was like kneading dough with extremely more sensitivity. Every touch sent his body shivering, further straining his chair’s bent legs.
Wandering eyes drifted back to the table and the remaining egg sandwich on it. So many thoughts drifted by at once. If that food really incited transformation, then would not finish it change him back? Did he really want to? This body was already amazingly sexy, way more than the slightly overweight doormat from five minutes ago. Diving to the bottom of the rabbit hole could mean the end of everything. A completely new life as some min-giant dragon cat person.
Shu’s pupils dilated until they practically blocked out the whites of her eyes. This was an opportunity she would be an idiot to pass up. One paw-hand snatched up the sandwich which she gobbled in messy bits.
“Gyaah? MRREOW!”
Barely seconds passed after swallowing when a rush of pleasure flooded Shu’s being. Arms jerked reflexively sending her table flipping through the air for a loud crash yards away. Toes curled under the rousing tension before her entire being blimped larger, and then larger still. Everything became smaller around her while the street view got drastically more scenic.
Loud purrs emanated from Shu’s neck as she hugged herself, letting forearms support her bouncing breasts. A mix of scales moved up to cover her front neck and chin while fur encompassed what remained. She filled the entire block with joyful animal calls feeling twinges of pleasure with every crack of her reshaping head. Pointed feline ears grew out of hair that was turning a snow white as it cascaded down her back in silky locks. One pop in her jaw brought her mouth jutting forward into a cute cat’s muzzle. A long tongue slinked out of it to test lick sensitive whiskers with a grin.
CRUNCH!
“Nya-OW!”
Unfortunately, no one built chairs intended for giant dracat’s. Shu’s new ten-foot stature brought her support to an end, with a loud thump onto her fat butt. The impact seemed to jar something loose in her spine. Panicking, she arched her hips off the ground just in time for a new growth to burst out the back of her underwear to rest between her legs. The thick log of a dragon’s tail flipped about in idle wags, its meaty girth having such a presence her glutes had to flow around the base.
FWOOOSH!
“Ah, oh my gawd. Cool!”
That wasn’t the only addition limb the transformation would bless Shu with. Propping forward on his paw-hands, she felt two sharp points just behind her shoulders struggle to push through the furry skin. After a few tense seconds, her hide gave way to the unfurling of leather wings. Their very span proved troublesome as more chairs and tables toppled out of their way.
Not that collateral damage mattered when she was this awesomely huge. The silver dracat remained laying there propped on her monstrous hands, overjoyed at the new body before her. Technically, the large spheres of her breasts blocked most of the view, but that made her exceptionally happy about the change. The only things left to show she had been a shell of a man were some torn rags and a tie trapped between her cleavage.
There was no question about what she had to do. Taking another minute to practice controlling a tail, Shu hefted up onto her massive feet and was immediately glad for the large counter balance. Walking on such alien extremities came almost second nature, with the much larger stride allowing her to reach The Rookery in no time.
“Welcome to...ooooh!” The red dragoness looked up from texting, only slightly surprised to find Shu scrunching to fit through the door. “It’s you, eh? How’d you like my sandwiches?”
Shu said nothing after working her way inside. It didn’t escape her notice that fennec woman had left, but the booth she used looked demolished. This food clearly came with some profound side effects. Wings fluttered a few times before she made the thumping strides over to the register. The owner looked thoroughly confused, almost considering running until Shu’s paws came to rest on her more slender hands.
“I don’t know where to start. This has been the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” Shu said. The edges of her now slit pupil eyes glistened with water. “I never knew how much I needed this until I saw you today. Finally, I can take life for myself, as my true self. Thank you for this.”
“Uh...s-sure?” The red dragon smiled, a bit blindsided by such an emotional critique. “Might I suggest heading to the big and tall store a few blocks east of here? They sell great pants for thick tails like ours.”
“Heh. I think I might do that. But first I need to break an elevator going up to tell my boss I quit and then punch a few of the managers’ cars for fun.” Shu paused in thought. “It might not be in that order, though.”
“Oh, my!” The rounder dragoness tried to feign shock, but an amused grin betrayed her. “Well, I’m all for getting revenge on an awful boss. Just don’t get carried away...or caught.”
Shu gave a hard flex like ones she’d seen in movies. The swell of her biceps were already impressive, but the onset of massive breasts caused her to miss the thick build around her abs and waist too. “Don’t worry, it’ll just be a quick in and out stress relief. All that hulking up really put me in the mood for a second course, with dessert. In fact, better get cooking. I plan to come back a lot to try everything.”
“In that case, I better prep my special skillet lunch to celebrate the new you. A figure that thick needs something hearty.” Levian winked, watching the dracat turn to leave. A thought struck her just as Shu reached out to push the door. “Oh, hey! My name’s Levian. What should I call my newest regular in town?”
The dracat rested her hand on the door glass in sudden deep thought, fluffy tail slapping the floor rapidly. It was a simple question that sparked a revelation for them. This moment was the end to an old, frustrating life, and deserved at least some consideration on her answer.
“Call me Silvia,” she said with a smile over her wing shoulder. A hard shake of her hips momentarily drew Levian to the silvery scaled butt. “It sounds more fitting for a sexy dragon. And you can bet the ex-bosses will know it.”
With another jingle of bells, Silvia exited out into her new life, ready to conquer the world.
