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"Under New Management"

Ch. 1 (Part 1)

The door stood before him, a haven from another day of stressful routine he had completed so many times before.

"Finally," he said to himself, no one there to hear his sigh of relief.

It had been only two months after he had lost his previous dream job due to layoffs and now was stuck in an office as another dead-end desk jockey. After fumbling with his keys for a bit the right one was again reunited with its perfect mate, door opening with a creak as he pushed.

Ugh, I'll really have to get that oiled...

Sadly, entering his abode did not immediately grant him with the sight one would normally associate with a sanctuary after a day of labor. A stench greeted his nose as soon as the door closed, as if the room had realized it could no longer let out any of its pent up stink.

"God, Aurel, you could at least clean up every once and awhile! And air out the damn place too! We have windows!"

It seemed as if his roommate had had yet another romp, and 'forgot' to pick up after himself, but more likely just 'drunk' on sex.

After yelling this the otter Aurel popped his head out of a room down the hall.

"Oh...yeah...sorry about that Zarrow! I guess I just...I had too much fun?"

The otter looked up and down the lanky human, his eyes always seeming to devour the average height brown-haired human, and Zarrow suppressed a shudder.

"Just put some clothes on and get out here. I'm going to bed."

It had been a particularly long day and Zarrow just needed sleep, forgoing dinner to meet the sweet embrace of his bed. He thought back to Aurel, the lean yet fit otter having only come out in very tight...too tight briefs to pick up his mess. It wasn't that Zarrow didn't approve of Aurel's tastes or constant sexuality, but it sometimes just felt like too much.

He himself was a bit of a prude, not even having made any real advances on the opposite gender in what felt like ages.

"Ugh..."

He let out the word in another long winded sigh, days of routine wearing him down.

"I just wish. I wish my life was different. More exciting, more varietal, just more...lifelike."

As he said this he wrapped himself in the covers of his bed, not knowing that his roommate was outside, listening to the whole conversation. He was near the opposite of Zarrow, yet found his ad for a cheap apartment on Craigslist and couldn't pass it up. The otter smirked at hearing his roommate's wish; his thick, powerful tail swaying behind him as he formulated a plan.

He pulled out his phone from the waistband of his underwear, pawpads quickly tapping away until he found the site he was looking for, a cursory browse giving him the number of the establishment. Dialing this number brought him a sweet, sensual voice at the other end.

"Yesss? Thisss isss 'The Change Clinic', how may we be of asssissstancce?"

The otter suppressed a squeak of glee.

"Yes, do you allow appointments for others - as a 'gift'?"

The voice at the other end of the line let out a series of hisses that seemed to be a giggle.

"Why yessss we do si--"

She was cut off by the downright excited otter at this point, a hand caressing the bulge in the front of his briefs.

"Well I have the perfect person for you..."

Part 2

Coming to was quite a shock for the young man. As Zarrow opened his eyes instead of seeing the expected ceiling of his room with the fan lazily turning long shadows, he saw light. Bright light everywhere, almost blinding to someone just out of dream-land.

"Gah! What the fuck?! Aurel?"

He glanced around nervously, a sweat already being worked up by the worried human. What he saw was definitely not his room.

The room surrounding him was not only bright, but sterile, like the new Star Trek Enterprise, everything was pristine and futuristic. The monitor for his vitals was inset into the wall as a series of crisp black squares, showing a steady heart rate and blood oxygen. He followed the leads to his arm, subconsciously attempting to lift the other to trace over the wires only to find it locked in place, just then realized that all four limbs were strapped down. He was in full on panic at this point, and calling out.

"Hey! Hello?! Anyone?"

His higher pitched nervous cry for help resonated about the room, but he continued to lie in isolation.

It seemed like ages until something happened, and just about as he was going to drift off to sleep again a sliding 'woosh' came from one of the white walls, the newly-revealed door revealing a doctor. Well, doctor in the sense that they looked like one, for all Zarrow knew this was some freaky sex dungeon.

I'm going to kill that otter.

The figure in the door slithered in some, and Zarrow was able to make the individual's features much better. What he saw was nothing short of breathtaking.

Perched on her coils in front of him was a long, lithe naga. Her speckled scales striped in blue and orange, the muzzle of the snake-woman a bright orange made even brighter by teal contrast. Looking down her form he saw that her body was mostly concealed by a white lab-coat, although her bodice certainly wasn't.

The...there was no other words for them...melons that hung off her chest swayed as she slithered closer, only drawing his eyes to trace further down her form coming to her wide hips and

Oh.

What he found was a sizeable bulge accentuated by her labcoat.

"Oh, so you've sssseen my...ah, I can't do this."

Her voice suddenly crisps up, a sigh escaping her throat. A smirk growing over the doctor's lips.

"Sorry, sometimes I have to keep up that persona and it just feels so silly, you don't mind if I drop it around you, right?"

He looks blankly at her for a second, lost for words, the entire overwhelming ensemble just fritzing him out.

"What, where, why?"

Zarrow stammers out, not noticing that an orderly had wheeled in a tray of vials, setting it beside the doctor before leaving. Her surprisingly dextrous tail comes up to lightly caress his cheek, just before injecting his upper arm with the first serum.

"This is just a prep vial while we get ready, all your questions will be answered in due time."

She looked up and down his mostly naked body, the only thing keeping him clothed a pair of navy and red boxer briefs.

"So much potential you have, I'm excited to see you done!"

She grins again, tapping the embroidered label the young man missed on his panicked gaze.

"This here is 'The Change Clinic' and you've been ordered a full...we'll call it makeover."

Hearing this just caused him more confusion.

Change Clinic? Makeover?

"Look, I don't know who you are, lady, or who you think I am, but I'm not..I didn't order this."

He strained at his bonds as he felt something flow through him, a strange heat flooding his body.

"Ah...what?"

With the heat comes a calm, a wave crashing over him causing his quickened heart rate to die down some, bringing him back to some sense of reason.

He yelps as a second injection enters his bloodstream, this time a different kind of heat surging from that spot.

"Now here's where it gets fun"

The naga nearly purrs this line out, Zarrow just now making out her name plate to read 'Azalea'.

"Look Azalea-"

This beckons a grunt from her.

"-Doctor...Doctor Azalea. I never signed up for this, can I see paperwork or somethin-"

He's cut off by the heat starting to collect in his toes and feet, and, as he watched in disbelief, his toes started to well, change.

What Zarrow was seeing was peculiar indeed. As he watched, an inky blackness started to seep from the tip of his toes down towards his ankle, deep grey claws pushing under his toenails before they eventually fell off, leaving wickedly sharp, talon-like claws, change only accelerating as it pushed further towards his head, feet shifting and crackling as they gained more muscle, the black taking on a rubbery hue as the change progresses into his legs.

Hair receded as it worked its way up, a slight burning as most fat was converted to muscle, his stature remaining relatively constant. Craning his neck down to see his body granted him the vision of his two toned, black legs, slightly shining in the fluorescent light, heat growing more concentrated in reaching his groin.

He moaned out, just before his body lurched forward, table he was strapped to falling away before being replaced by some sort of device holding him like the Vitruvian Man, still spread eagle but now feeling emptiness behind him. Not that it mattered to him in the slightest with the jolts of pleasure that were working their way over and through his shaft.

Said shocks seemed to have quite the rapid effect on his already hard cock. In front of his eyes Zarrow watched it grow longer, thicker, wider; veins becoming more pronounced and pushing more blood through the spire as it spurts out copious gooey pre.

The rest of his body continued to change during this debacle, feathers growing over his body, the black and white disparity a shocking contrast. Gaze moving down his arms he could see the skin on his hands harden and almost crisp, black tips forming on his fingers before a shocking white scale moves down his forearms, transforming the ends of his arms into hand-talons.

His cock let out another spurt of pre and with it came a moan from the poor being, his shaft gaining a little bit more mass before stopping, hefty black-feathered balls hanging down from his new 8-inch bit, the flared tip making it look much like that of a horse.

He only panted harder and faster, the shocks of pleasure just too much as he spilled his load, much larger than he could have expected, the throbbing shaft dripping and drooling but still staying upright.

"W..what more?...so much.."

He found it hard to speak with the amount of bliss running through him, alongside the panting from the straining of him bucking his hips in mid-air.

Dr.Azalea just smirked on and took some note of his vitals, unable to resist teasing the boy a little, tail sliding up to just briefly slap at his rubbery rump, the bottom half of his body having many similarities to that of an orca, another cry of pleasure coming from the suspended victim as a tail draws itself from his body, swaying back and forth as it grows in. After all is said and done she takes down the qualitative measurements of it: Thick base, tapers off like that of a lizard, feathery tuft at the end white, with a white underside running up the otherwise black and rubbery tail. Her tail then goes to trace its tip down Zarrow's face, beak just starting to push out, change almost at completion.

A few more moments passed before the full extent of the change was realized, the doctor pressing a few buttons to reveal a mirror opposite Zarrow. What he saw was striking. He, who was once a very average human now was...something completely different. Staring back at him in the mirror was what looked like a gryphon, but not quite. His upper half reminded him of a mockingbird, black and white, his tousled black feathers atop his head white-tipped like hair. Large, fox-like ears were perched on his head, also white tipped, and the heterochromatic green and yellow eyes staring back at him betrayed a combination of lust and confusion.

"Sooo, what does my patient think? You were altered to specifications, a gryphon orca hybrid, gryphorca if you will. I think you look quite handsome myself, but we're not quite done with you yet..."