Urban Oddballs: And Be Transformed
Edited by Thegreat_pretender
*****
After the defeat of Cheese Chariot, Palora departed from Helga and Poppy. Now, with the day being still pretty young, the bubble butt deer and her dog were now hanging out in Poppy's room.
"Jeez, are you sure I can have some of these?" Asked Helga, holding up one of Poppy's provocative shirts.
Poppy barked in agreement, wagging her tail as she laid on the bed.
"I mean jeez girl, your boobs really are huge. This shirt is more like a dress!" Helga said, astonished as she held up one of Poppy's lewd t-shirts against her slender frame.
Poppy cooed as she rolled onto her back, her fat belly lined with overdeveloped teats now in view.
Looking at the pudgy pet, Helga smiled and sat on the bed beside her, giving the pup's thick belly a scratch.
"Let me ask you something, girl," Helga cooed in a curious tone.
Poppy gave her an attentive glance, enjoying having her belly scratched.
"Are you in a transitioning phase at the moment?" Asked Helga.
Poppy looked at her, confused and unsure of how to react to the question.
"I mean, if you
are
leaning towards staying this way, maybe we should make more use out of your attire than just me taking it," Helga said as she got up from the bed, walking over to the closet.
Poppy looked on as Helga began rummaging around.
"For example, these pink pumps would be useless to me because, well, I have hooves. Your feet are huge in your other state, but we can sell these online," suggested Helga, holding up the pair of shoes.
Poppy was unresponsive to this, unsure what exactly to think about Helga's suggestion.
"We could sell your panties and bras, though Zoomen like us are a doubtful market for that kind of thing. But if you're thinking about staying a pet more than a regular person, then your own use for them will begin to diminish," Helga pointed out.
Poppy still appeared apprehensive about this, not really giving a response to Helga's thoughts on what to do with her apparel.
"I guess the next thing to go will be feminine stuff like lipstick and junk. You wear a lot of it so I bet we could make some profit off of it and use that to buy more useful things for you like chew toys and dog chow. I mean, being a plump pooch is more important than dolling yourself up, right?" Helga asked as she looked through more of Poppy's clothes.
Poppy then began to mull over some thoughts she had visited time and time again.
'
This might be selfish...but she's kind of right. I mean, being an overfed pet isn't the worst thing in the world, though I have other people in my life that need me, so being this lax as a genuine way of life is not ideal. However, it is extremely sexy, and I don't think Rupert would be too upset if this was a decision I ended up making. Sis might be, though she's lost so much already. My choosing to be nothing more than a family pet might affect her and I cannot risk that. Helga might be trying to push me out of the picture to have Rupert all to herself, but in a way getting cuckolded like that is even more arousing...'
Helga glanced at Poppy salivating as she appeared to be thinking about something. '
Hehe, I guess she's thinking this over. Though it would be more advantageous for the both of us if she did just resign herself to being a fat pet. Rupert might love her, but is he really IN love with her?
I
don't think he would be opposed to keeping her around as a pet.' Helga thought as she pressed a skirt to her pelvis for comparison.
***
Sometime later across town, Poppy, Quiz, and Barso were waiting to see the OBGYN. The waiting room they occupied was a tad dingy, the low lighting and smell of cheap soap creating a strange atmosphere for the three.
"Baby, did you pick up some snacks for me? Ya know I really wanted that big bucket of fried chicken!" Quiz pointed as she played a game of 'Pin Poppers' on her phone.
"Uh, babe you ate the whole bucket on the way here..." Barso pointed out.
"So, speaking of which, you know you two fucked up right? Are you all even ready for children?" Poppy asked as she flipped through a medical magazine.
"Poppy, I assure you that your sister is in great hands. I will take full responsibility and father our child," Barso proclaimed.
"See sis, you don't have to be a bitch about it. My baby is the best," Quiz giggled.
"Yeah, but are you going to put a ring on her finger though?" Poppy asked Barso, raising her brow as she popped the question.
"Don't rush him, sis, of course we're going to be married!" Quiz snapped back.
"Well, I mean you sure were in a rush to fuck him without protection," Poppy giggled.
"Ah, you're the worst! You fuck your man unprotected all the time..." Quiz scoffed.
"Rupert wears a condom, so excuse you," Poppy snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay look, we are getting married," Barso said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"REALLY?!" Quiz gasped, palming her cheeks with her hands.
"Yes, though proposing in a doctor's office with no engagement ring isn't ideal, don't you think, ladies?"
"Well I wasn't expecting you to do it here, dummy," Poppy snorted in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh shut up, sis, he's doing it. When he pops the question for realsies, I'm sure it'll be super romantic and shit!" Quiz giggled.
"Um, Ms. Testman? The doctor will see you now,"said a nurse as she stepped out of the door that lead to the doctor's operating room.
***
At the same time somewhere in the slums of low town, a ruckus was brewing.
"So, how long have you girls been a thing?" Asked Bobby as she punched a random goon in the face before throwing him across the room into a collection of broken down slot machines.
"Well, it's been what, a month Onion, right?" Annry asked Oeno as she shot a goon reaching for his gun.
"I think so...but wait, who are we looking for again?" Oeno asked as she looked through her phone.
"Onion, it's some guy named Gin-go. He's running some gambling circuit here in low town and its making some of the citizens here uneasy," Bobby said, crushing a defeated goon under the heel of her gladiator sandal.
"Oh okay, well where is he though?" Oeno asked.
"Huh, that's a good point babe. When we beat up all the goons the boss' hideout or room usually becomes clearer to distinguish," Annry thought aloud, looking around.
"Well, maybe they have some invisibility power?" Bobby wondered.
"Why do you think that?" Oeno asked.
"Probably cuz there's a heavy sweat streak being created along the wall over there..." Annry pointed out before shooting the origin of the streak.
"Gah, shit!" Yelled a grungy male voice as the body that it belonged to became visible for all to see.
"Haha, not bad, ya got 'em," Bobby laughed, patting Annry on the back.
"Ah shit, careful! You nearly knocked my back out!" Annry hissed as Bobby's congratulatory pat was a little harder than intended.
"Ah, my bad. Well, let's take the pic and get outta here," Bobby laughed.
***
Back at the doctor's office.
"Okay, I'm all stripped down, but man there's no hospital gown..." Quiz questioned as Barso helped her into the stirrup-equipped hospital bed.
"Well I mean there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I guess this is a private location with people, you know," Poppy mentioned.
"I don't walk around naked all the time like you seem to like to do, so don't talk to me like that," Quiz grumbled.
"Calm down babe, it'll be fine, but the lack of personal discretion is weird. Wait, what's with these monitors?" Barso asked, pointing to six monitors.
"Maybe they'll bring up images of sis's body or something?" Poppy suggested.
"Wait...these aren't the kind of monitors for that..." Quiz noticed.
"Oh yeah, you went to medical college, sis. So what kind of monitors are they?"
"Wait, you have a medical degree?" Asked Barso.
"No, babe, and yeah, these were used in observation studies for doctors who were aboard so they could observe a presentation...fuck, what is this shit then?" Quiz realized, coming to the realization that the three were being watched.
"Oh shit!" Barso said, covering his lover's nude body with his own form.
The three were then alerted by the doctor as she burst into the room, her white heels clacking against the linoleum floor of the room upon her entrance.
"Now now, no need to get worked up, we're just going to be doing a little investigating in the name of maternal science," The doctor said as she walked over to the startled trio.
"What the fuck is all of this?" Poppy barked.
"Weren't you listening? This is an investigation. Ms. Testman here signed up for this already, I don't know why you all are surprised," said the doctor.
"Ah shit...did you, Quiz?" Poppy asked, sighing as she gave her sister a disappointed look.
"No, I don't ever recall signing anything that would cause THIS to happen!" Quiz hissed, feeling as though she had been duped.
"Well it was in the online disclosure agreement that my assistant sent over when you called," said the doctor as she pulled out her phone to show the trio where Quiz had signed.
"Wait a minute, zoom in," Barso commanded.
"Certainly!" Said the doctor as she enlarged the area on the contract.
Barso took a moment to read the fine print of the contract, mulling over the the details.
"Shit babe...uh yeah, they kinda have free reign to explore you according to this statement here. They can't harm you, though, given the context of the wording here, which is super tiny. Ya' know, this does seem slimy..." Barso sighed, looking away from the contract.
"Well those are the breaks, I guess I'm strapped in for this..." Quiz sighed.
"Don't worry, sis, we'll be here with you the whole time," Poppy said, reassuring her little sister.
"Yeah, about that...this a very sensitive procedure for study and needs to be conducted amongst myself and my peers," said the doctor in a polite manner.
"Okay, so what does that mean?" Poppy barked.
