A Week Ago
"You sure you want to do this?" James Johnson looked up from the screen to his boss. The dragon infused hyena woman was still considerably larger than normal after showing off two weeks ago. She had come down a little bit but, it was starting to seem like her being ten feet tall and hyper muscled was going to be the new norm.
Dr. Xurnami smoothed her skirt as she thought of a response. With her sac filled to bursting by balls larger than her head, she was consigned to open, draping bottoms if she wanted to be any level of decent. At least her cocks withdrew into her. At their current size, they would have made wearing clothes impossible otherwise. "I mean, we've got all this old serum lying around and there are people who want to transform on a budget, right? It's a win-win!"
"Sure, but these rates are actually rather reckless and offering further discounts to people who purchase multiple injections? There are going to be clients who want five or six transformations and we have no idea how that will interact. I mean, think about what happened just when you overdosed on something we actually sell. The outcomes could be...catastrophic."
"All the more exciting, wouldn't you say? What's life without a little risk?" she said as she adjusted her Spandex shelf bra and laughed. The stretchy, barely clothing tops were the only thing that would accommodate both her massive shoulders, chest, and breasts simultaneously. A custom tailored lab coat hung off her but, even being sewn with her measurements in mind, it could barely button closed if she wanted any range of motion.
"You know what? Sure. I'll put this up, but I want off next week. I want to be as far from here as possible before the whole city is crushed under someone."
Today
Claudette hummed as she flipped through the pictures in the binder. Each pair of pages was the before and after of a different animal transformation. Some of them were simple, some ears and a tail being the only change. Others were much more absolute. There were pages and pages of men, women, and those in between, who were unrecognizable between their before and after.
Sitting back, she stared at the bright white tiles of the waiting room's drop ceiling. Was she really going through with this? Sure, gene splicing as a cosmetic surgery was a common thing now, but going full anthropomorphic was a bit rarer. The Body by Design clinic was one of the few in the nation that would do full animalization transformations.
She looked down at her body. Ordinary by most standards, she had spent her life altering it. Yet she was still not any less ambivalent towards it. A quest for excitement drove her. It had begun with her hairstyle. It had constantly been in flux since middle school. When that was not enough, she got her ears pierced, then pierced again until she had eight rings in each ear. In time her lip, nipples, and more had gained jewelry. About the time she got her nipples done, she got her first tattoo on she shoulder blade. When she ran out of places to pierce her once in a while tattoos turned into two sleeves.
The door to the offices opened and Claudette's gaze snapped up on reflex. At first her mind could not grapple with the woman standing there. She was dressed in scrubs, so she was likely an employee. However, she was also someone who had probably undergone a procedure of her own. At first, she just looked unnaturally well endowed. At second glance though there was more to her unusual bust shape beyond being in a poor fitting bra.
Blinking to make sure she was not seeing things, Claudette felt herself begin to smile. Riding high on the woman's chest was not one, but two pairs of nominally large breasts. The outlines of four rings, as well as her astonishingly large nipples, were visible through her clothes. That had definitely been a decision. No one was born with four tits.
Claudette expected to feel revolted, to feel repulsed, instead she felt a thrill travel up her body. Those tits were not the extent of the woman's alterations either. There were curved horns sprouting from her bone white hair. Her pupils were hourglasses. From her knees down, she had the legs of a goat. Then there was that tail! Long and flexible, it looked like it could probably pick things up with its wide tip.
"Ms. Sminov? Come on back, we're ready to see you now."
Gathering her things, she stood and tried hard to keep from jumping into the other woman's arms. The back halls of the clinic were startlingly busy. There were several rooms on either side of the walkway. People wearing lab coats stood in groups of two or three near each. They huddled around tablets talking in hushed, hurried tones. She trying to listen to what they were talking but she found her attention drawn elsewhere. The woman's animal legs made her shift back and forth as she walked, causing her ample busts to wobble and sway in a way Claudette was unable to stop watching.
Eventually though, after a couple turns, they arrived at pair of double doors. Stepping through them, she found herself in a space much like a gymnasium. Standing in the middle, at a podium like desk, was a huge, muscular figure dressed in a lab coat that barely fit. They had to be at least nine feet tall, maybe more if the long tail and many horns counted. Her mind could not quite grasp what gender the figure was. She was impossibly well endowed, but there was a bulk shifting beneath her skirt that was hard to ignore. Something about that made her heart race.
As Claudette drew close, she saw they were wearing a tie loosely around their neck, which only furthered her confusion. It also, strangely, stoked her arousal. The creature offered a hand that dwarfed her own though their grip was very soft. The woman with four boobs moved to stand at her side.
"Dr. Xurnami, welcome to my clinic Ms...?"
"Smina. Claudette Smina."
"Ah, yes, the woman with the naga fascination. Come to indulge in that fantasy?"
"I...maybe?"
The doctor chuckled. "Put off a bit by Tiffany? I can understand. She's been getting that reaction all day."
