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Andy couldn't believe what he had just heard. He grit his teeth and thrust the t-shirt towards the clothing sales associate, a mouse girl who shrank away at the motion.

"What do you mean it's not on clearance?" Andy shouted, not caring that the whole store was staring at him. "It was on the fucking rack!"

"But sir," the mouse squeaked. "The sign said--"

"I don't care what the shitty sign said," Andy roared, raising his voice. "All I care is what I read!"

"But--" the mouse protested, nervously .

"But what, bitch?" Andy said, aggressively stepped forward to the mouse. "You don't want to admit you're wrong? You don't want to admit you're trying to rip me off? Bah! I deserve this deal!"

"Bu-"

"No!" Andy screamed, shaking the t-shirt. "Damn it! either you give me this discount for what it's actually worth or I'll--"

Andy stiffened and froze as he felt a hand grip his unladen arm. He turned his head and found himself face to face with not the horsewoman, but the horsewoman's ample cleavage. He blushed and looked up to find she had a smile on her face, though that's not what he paid attention to. The man eyes drifted down past her long face to her bosom, awed by how it was barely contained by a tight jogger's top. He gawked at her cleavage, gaze going further down to take in the curves clearly outlined by her equally tight jogging bottoms. Her feet were surprisingly bare and humanoid as well, though what was really surprising was how strong her grip was. Her hands looked dainty and ladylike, but Andy winced as her fingers dug into his flesh.

"You'll what, sweetie?" the mare asked, smile broadening. "Continue your little tantrum? Surely you have more important things to do."

"Let me go!" Andy said, dropping the shirt to push with both hands against a stomach that looked so smooth and yet was so firm.

"I'm so sorry for my friend's behavior here, honey," the mare said to the mouse. "It's all these eggs, you see? Expectant mothers can be so moody! I promise that she's normally much more mannered than this."

Andy's eyes widened at what the mare was saying, because none of it made any sense. He turned to the mouse and was shocked to see her nod.

"I appreciate it, ma'am," the mouse said, standing up a little more confidently now, her ears twitching. She bent down and picked up the t-shirt. "Do you want this?"

"No, no," the mare laughed. "I don't know what she's thinking, but that's not for her. No, no, we'll get you into something much more fitting, won't we, sweetie?"

Andy blinked when he realized the mare was talking to him. He struggled, but her grip stayed firm.

"Me? No!" Andy protested. "I don't even know you!"

"Of course you do!" the mare said with another boisterous, whinnying laugh. "I'm Avinete, sweetie. And you're--"

"Andy!" Andy said. "And I don't know no Avinete!"

"Of course Andy doesn't," Avinete said, and tilted her head, leering. "But Gertrude does."

Andy frowned. Gertrude? Who was Gertrude?

Before the man could verbalize these questions, he was yanked away by the mare, and he could only stumble helplessly along as she dragged him through the store.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

"To get better dressed, of course!" she said. "And we're in the wrong section for that, especially for an expectant mother!"

"But I'm not an expectant mother!" Andy insisted.

"Oh no, not yet you aren't," Avinete replied with an amused twitch of her ears. "But you will be soon!"

"What? You--" Even as he was being dragged, Andy turned to a nearby couple, two lesbian lizards that were comparing bra sizes. "This lady's crazy! Help! Someone help!"

The two lizards didn't give him so much as a look. Avinete snorted in amusement.

"Cry for help all you want," Avinete said. "All they see is me leading my grumpy human friend to the dressing rooms. A friend who will soon no longer be human or male, but certainly gravid!"

"Gravid?" Andy murmured as they arrived at the entrance to the dressing rooms where a bored rabbit employee fiddled with her ears. He frowned. "That means--"

"Pregnant," Avinete said. "Usually with eggs. Oh, and you'll have those--eggies, and lots and lots of them! Seven to be exact! It's lucky, ain't it?"

Andy shook his head. This woman was madness incarnate!

"Excuse me," Avintete said to the rabbit. "Could I get a key?"

The rabbit nodded and handed it over, hardly taking notice as Avinete pushed Andy in front of her.

"Number 17," Avinete whispered into Andy's ears. "Come on, get moving, sweetie! I don't have all day." She giggled. "Just enough of it to make you pleasantly pregnant. Well, pleasant and pregnant."

"You can't," Andy snorted, stepping towards the numbered door despite his intentions to turn and flee. The problem with that was that there was a big and beautiful horsewoman in the way who had already proven herself far too capable in putting him where she wanted. He would play along, for now.

"Of course I can," she said. "And you know why?"

"Why?" he asked.

"One, you're kind of boring as is. Two, you're so, so rude! That poor girl didn't deserve that. Three, if you have time to be so rude and worry about nothing, well, why don't you take on a bit more responsibility?" She whinny-laughed again. "Well, maybe a lot of responsibility, but also some manners too!"

As much as Andy wanted to refute all of her points, especially the first, it was too late as they had arrived at dressing room 17. It was oddly enough already open. Andy only had a second to puzzle this over before he let out a grunt as Avinete pushed him, closing the door behind him as he stumbled in. He caught himself on a wall and spun around to face the mare.

"Ok," he said, folding his arms across. "What's this really about, bitch?"

"Bitch?" Avinete smirked. "I'm a mare, sweetie."

"I don't care what you are!" Andy shouted. "Let me out of here and let me go! This has gone far enough!"

"But we haven't even started!"

"Started what?" Andy huffed.

"Your changes," Avinete replied. "Weren't you listening? I'm going to turn you into a pregnant, mmm...no, not dragon, too soon, a..." her eyes lit up. "Swan! Yes, elegance to match the manners!"

"You're crazy! You can't just--"

"Oh, but I am," Avinete said. "And anyways, it's already begun!"

The mare clapped her hands excitedly while Andy puzzled over what she meant. He stared at her, willing her to make sense, and that's when he noticed that his arms folded across his chest felt strange, softer and downy. Andy frowned, looked down, and yelped.

White feathers were sprouting all over his arms, replacing soft skin and hair with softer, prettier feathers. Prettier? Andy shook this thought out of his head and tried to pluck one of the feathers out of his arms with a still human hand. He did so successfully, wincing at the unexpected pain it had caused, which meant these feathers were real, which meant they were part of him, which meant that the mare hadn't been lying.

Andy looked up at Avinete and saw she wore a bemused expression on her equine face. Realizing that now was the best time to call the cops if any, he reached into his pockets for his phone, wincing as he felt the tickling of the feather while they sprouted and spread, leaving his arms longer and slender. He blinked when he found that there was nothing in his pockets, nothing at all except for hands that had started to ache and cramp. He pulled them out of his pants and yelped again as he saw them twist and contort into daintier shapes, black speckled scales subsuming skin while five fingers melded into four, the ends of his fingers curling out into talons that resembled, but were more flexible than those found on a swan.

Swan!

He shrieked and stepped back, altered hands held up in front of his face, the changing man just barely noticing how a fine fringe of feathers had started to sprout off the sides of his arms to resemble wings.

As he retreated, Avinete surged forward, and Andy let out a surprised hiss as she pressed up against him and into the wall. He let out that same hiss again, staring up at the mare.

"Do forgive me, sweetie," she said. "I like getting up close and personal with these sort of things."

Andy opened his mouth to reply, only gasping and hissing instead of saying anything worthwhile. He clutched at his throat with his scaled, taloned hands and felt feathers start to sprout there even as his neck started to thin and elongate. He tried to force words from his lips just as said lips hardened and brightened orange colored and pressed forward with the rest of his face, teeth falling out dissolving into dust. He coughed with his elongating orange beak, ears ringing as they shrank away into the sides of his head, and wondered when the insanity would end.

"Oh my," Avinete said, brushing at his head, sweeping shed hair away so that it fell in clumps onto the floor. "You're going to such a sweet swan!"

"Sweet?" Andy managed to hiss in a voice higher in pitch out of his still forming beak, blinking as a basal black knob formed at the back of his beak. He winced and shuddered as his cranium shifted, shrinking slightly smaller while his neck continued to extend, long and slender and graceful. Soon enough, his smaller swan head was parallel with Avinete's longer face so that he could stare straight into her eyes. He narrowed them at her just as his vision went black, the colors of his eyes momentarily fading to inky darkness before a ring of gold formed at their edges.

"Yes, with such good manners," Avinete murmured, nodding. "Ooh, and with such pretty eyes too!"

"Fu...f...I say nay to that!" Andy said, shivering at hearing his voice rise higher and higher to a tone that was sweet and demure sounding and nothing like him. He blinked those black and gold eyes. "I didn't mean to...I didn't mean to say that!"

"Oh?" Avinete giggled, looking down the rest of the altering man's body. "What did you mean to say?"

"That you're a lovely mare!" Andy hissed out, smaller head pulling away on a slender neck as he realized what he had just said. "No, no, no..."

"I agree," Avinete replied, frowning and tapping his stomach, his hips, and his legs. "No, no, no."

Andy looked at the mare, wondering what she meant just as he felt the familiar tickling of feathers in all three of the spots she had just touched.

"No, no, no!" he repeated, lifting his shirt and quickly throwing it away to see fine white feathers spreading over his slowly smoothing out stomach, the fat therein not fading away, but moving up and up over a thinning waist towards his nipples, nipples that's coloration was darkening to black, nipples that were looking puffier, more functional somehow.

"No, no, no!" Andy sang out in a tone soft and musical as the fatty, feathery flesh beneath his nipples began to billow out, forming into soft shapes that could only be nascent breasts. He reached up with his scaly hands and tried to push them back to the way they were, but this seemed to only encourage their growth, the altering man shivering as talons touched nipples and flesh that was all too sensitive. He shivered again, swaying unsteadily, only to be set straight by Avinete and her strong hand as his hips ached and felt like they were pulling apart from each other. He forced himself to look past his breasts to see and hear his hips pop out wide and motherly, surely wider apart than his shoulders that even now seemed to shrink slightly. His jeans, unsuited for such wide hips, began to slide off slowly, revealing not only his feathery, thickening thighs and boxers, but his member sticking up in them, an awakening he blamed on the sensation of his swelling breasts.

"Oh my!" Avinete said, giggling and poking at his covered erection. "Excited, aren't we? Are you enjoying this?"

"Hel...He...Heaven's no!" Andy squawked out. "No, I meant--"

"No is right!" Avinete said, stooping down and staring at his member. "You don't need this."

She poked his dick, and Andy shuddered as he felt it go to full mast. For a moment it remained that way, throbbing and sensitive, and then the near swan yelped as he felt it shrink away. His taloned hands left his burgeoning breasts to grab at his retreating cock while his jeans fell around his feet. Feathers spread down thicker thighs and thinning legs as he reached into his boxers, talons reaching for his shaft that seemingly shrank to elude his grasp. He did his best to ignore the wobbling of his tits as he leaned over, Avinete stepping back to give him plenty of room for his doomed recovery.

Andy let out a triumphant shriek shortly followed by a sad hiss as he caught his shaft an instant before it slipped between his talons, slipping closer to his feathered crotch. He heard a soft slurp, and he shuddered at what could only be his testicles ascend, and yet he tried again to catch it and recoiled in shock and pleasure as his talons brushed against soft, sensitive lips. He stumbled back and found himself against the wall, gazing down in horror at his covered crotch below which lay thick thighs and finely feathered legs that were long and slender along with feet still covered up by shoes, feet that were beginning to ache in their confines. He looked up to Avinete, eyes wide and beak agape.

"Is that..." he murmured.

"Is that what, sweetie?" Avinete asked.

"A pus...puh...womanhood?" Andy stuttered in that soft voice. "My womanhood?"

"I don't know, sweetie," Avinete said. "Why don't we see?"

Andy shook his head, but he didn't have a choice. Avinete snapped her fingers, and the man's boxers fell away to reveal that between his legs was indeed a feminine slit, the lips the same black as his nipples and knob, with the only remainder of his once proud shaft being the dark button of a clit that was nestled at top. Andy gaped, realizing he was now a she. The new woman took a deep shuddering breath and snarled in annoyance as her breasts bounced. She lifted her gaze from her slit to stare at her offending bosom. Her breasts had stopped swelling at a size well above average that caused her to blush.

"Da...darn these ti...breasts!" she said, reaching up to steady them with her hands. She soon had other things to worry about as the ache in her shoes became unbearable. She reached down to take off her shoes away just as Avinette stepped forward and tapped her rear. Andy snarled, immediately standing back up again and cursing, or trying to curse, as her breasts bounced from the sudden movement. She looked to the mare, hissing, and then pausing as she felt the familiar tickling of feathers at her rear. Surprised, she looked over her slender shoulders to see that white feathers were rapidly spreading over her rear, a rear that was blossoming too, plumping up with fat and mass. All the swan could do was stare, beak once again agape as she saw just how quickly her butt swelled up into a plush, plump rear accentuated with tail feathers that made it only seem more gropeable. Between her hefty breasts and rear, she was quite endowed, even if she was a little more bottom heavy, an aspect supported further by her thighs thickening even more so that they squished together pleasantly.

Andy shivered, turning towards Avinete to scream or shout, she wasn't certain, but all the fight fell out of her as her feet suddenly burst out of her shoes with such a loud cacophony of ripping and tearing that she squawked in surprise and stumbled forward, newly webbed feet flapping against the floor. Of course, the mare caught her and kept her on her feet even as the new swan stared at those alien appendages, not quite believing those scaled, reticulated feet were hers. She only came to her senses when Avinete forcibly sat her down on the dressing room bench, the wobbling of her breasts and padding of her rear that only seemed to grow slightly more plump reminding her of how the rest of her had changed. Avinete pinching at said breasts while also giving her rump a squeeze didn't help either.

"S-stop that!" Andy stuttered, covering up her breasts. "My ti--breasts are not to be played with!"

"Oh calm down, Gertrude," Avinete said. "You're so pent up!"

Andy started to stand, but the mare pushed her down on her plump rump.

"Sit, sweetie," Avinete said. "It'll make this next part easier."

"Next part?" Andy said. "No, no, no--"

"You seem to like saying that," Avinete giggled. "And what do I say? Yes, yes, yes!"

She punctuated each yes with a poke at the swan's smooth stomach. Andy recoiled with each poke, long, slender neck lifting her head higher with each one. She stared at the mare, wanting to shout or at least snarl, but the fight and something else important seemed to be draining out of her, into her stomach, no, deeper than that, into her--

The swan blinked as she felt warmth in her womb, a part of her that she now just realized she had. Her eyes widened, and Avinete smiled as the swan felt that warmth suffuse her stomach entirely. The swan tilted her head as she heard a gurgle followed by a slight creaking.

"W-What," The swan stuttered. "What the hel--heavens is happening?"

"Eggs, Gertrude," Avinete said, winking. "Remember them? Lots of them? Added responsibility and all that?"

The swan shook her head, looking down at herself. She was a slender swan, no, had been turned into a slender swan covered in soft white feathers, her neck long and graceful, her scales a shining black that contrasted nicely with her feathers, but she was also a lady swan now, with large breasts that bobbed and jiggled with every movement, dark, puffy nipples cold and stiff in the air conditioned room, wide hips ready to bear the eggs that would at one point round out her smooth stomach, thighs thick and luscious, and in between her soft and slender legs was a black lipped feminine slit already slightly slick. Shocked at the thoroughness of her changes and that the mare had indeed been telling the truth, she shivered as her belly swelled slightly rounder.

"No, no, no," she said. "I'm not Gertrude and I'm not an egg laden swan, I'm--"

"Who, sweetie?" Avinete asked. "Who are you?"

The swan tried to recall a name that should be so easy to remember, but her thoughts were distracted by that warmth in her womb. It was flowing, spreading, and...

The swan gasped, taloned hands going to her softly feathered stomach as it began to stretch and swell, rounding out into a pleasant bump that was all too familiar--but no, that wasn't right! Though she had certainly seen pregnant women before, the sight of a rounding out stomach on her wasn't familiar because...

Because what? She wasn't a woman? Wasn't a finely feathered swan? Wasn't capable of carrying eggs? Her wide hips and plump rump spoke to just the opposite. She was more than capable of handling a few eggs.

"Sweetie?" Avinete said. "Are you there?"

The swan blinked and looked up the mare. Beneath her feathers, her face flushed as her belly creaked and swelled out larger and larger. She could feel...well, she could feel more than a few eggs forming in her womb. She looked down at her belly and cooed out delight at the sight of her belly becoming rounder and rounder, her talons starting to be pushed away by its expansion.

"Gertrude?"

The swan blinked again and realized she was still staring at the mare before her attention was once again drawn away. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before becoming quite comfortable on her plush rear, grateful to have such a nice ass, no, rump, especially one that had drawn a suitable suitor to her in the first place, that fine gentleman of a swan that had taken her to a nice dinner, maintaining manners and courtesy throughout, only for them to end the night with her bent over in a bar, squawking and honking and ensuring she could only end the night pregnant. It had been a little out of character of her for sure, but it had been well worth it to drop her well mannered personality for a time if it meant that she got pregnant, if it meant she got to carry eggs, if it meant she got to be a mother and mate.

Mother...

The swan shivered, squeezing her rounded belly even as it pressed back, still stretching and swelling to a very late stage, very heavy pregnancy that could only be achieved by a fertile mother to be as her. She felt pride swell up and another part of her swell up too, her big breasts growing even larger as they steadily filled with milk nearly as sweet as the swan's voice. She sighed deeply, the creaks of her swelling belly and sloshing of her tight, nearly overly full breasts music to her ears. She didn't even mind when her stiff, sore black nipples dribbled a little, tiny droplets of milk squirting out to trickle down her swollen, feathered belly, a few even tickling at her sensitive slit below. She giggled; it was a little naughty, but she hadn't had much time to be naughty after her impregnation.

"Gertrude?" Avinete asked. "Are you ready?"

The swan snapped back to reality and realized she was sitting in a dressing room with a mare nearby, naked, heavily pregnant, and lactating slightly, and while part of her wanted to say something was wrong with it all, what was really wrong with it? It wasn't like they had security cameras in the dressing rooms, so it was fine she was naked, and she was proud to be pregnant, and even a little prouder to be lactating because it meant the eggs would be ready to lay soon. As for the mare? That was Avinete, her friend who was so good with clothes, and she, the swan, was Gertrude, or gravid Gertrude as her friends called her so recently. It was, she realized, a nickname she hoped to have time and time again, the swan smiling as she rubbed her belly.

"Gertrude?" Avinete sighed. "Are you going to get dressed or do you need to be milked like a cow?"

"Heavens, no!" Gertrude exclaimed, alarmed by the mare's crassness. "I have many eggs, but not that many! I'm sorry, Avinete, I--" She blinked and dipped her slender neck. "I'm not sure what came over me there. Did I...did I have an outburst?"

"Seems so, sweetie," Avinete said with a sly smile.

"Oh. Oh my! Oh dear!" The swan rubbed her belly nervously. "I'm so sorry, I...well, there's no excuse, but all these eggs--"

"All seven of them," Avinete said, still smiling.

"Yes, dear, a lucky number and three above average!" Gertrude said proudly. "Well, you know how hard shopping for a swan can be especially with accounting for my, ahem..." She prodded her rear. "Rump and my stomach is so swollen and heavy now, and my breasts are so leaky that I'm a little irksome, I admit. I hope my hysteria was short lived regardless. I--" She tilted her head. "I hardly recall it. Was I that much of a menace?"

"No, no, no!" Avinete laughed. "I assure you, they won't hold it against you and how can they? You're such an adorable mother to be!"

"Oh, Avinete," Gertrude murmured, blushing as she looked away. She rubbed her belly and at that moment recalled her nakedness. "Oh, oh my, I'm nude. Avinete, um, why am I naked?"

"Sizing!" the mare giggled. "You were too shy to tell me your sizes, but apparently you're not so shy to show me your body. You really love that preggy belly, don't you? Anyways, it helped a lot in picking out your clothes!"

"Oh yes," Gertrude murmured, accepting the explanation and blushing deeper because of it. "Um, would you happen to have those clothes?"

"Silly swan, they're right in front of you!"

Gertrude blinked and looked to the floor. For some reason she had expected to see jeans, a t-shirt, and torn shoes, but that was silly. The size of those clothes in her mind weren't fitting for her womanly and gravid proportions, and so she saw what was more reasonable instead, a beautiful black maternity dress well suited for her rump and belly both along with a bra big enough for her swollen breasts and a silky set of panties to conceal her darkly lipped womanhood.

"Er, Avinete," she said. "Would you mind if I changed alone? I, uh, appreciate you for your assistance and I'm so sorry that you had to--"

"Not at all! No need to apologize, sweetie!"

"Er, would you mind putting the clothes up higher?" Gertrude rubbed her belly self consciously. "All these eggs makes it a little hard to bend down..."

"I understand, sure, sweetie!"

Avinete did so, placing the clothes within arm's reaching before leaving Gertrude alone. The pregnant swan stood unsteadily on her web feet and waddled over to her clothes. It was a little tough to pick them up even if they were mostly on her level, breasts and belly both wobbling, but she didn't mind those movements so much now. She put on her clothes and found herself glad to have a pair of panties snuggling so warmly against her slit and rear both, how her breasts felt like they belonged in the black bra, but most of all how the maternity dress fit so well on her, its dark coloration in perfect contrast to her white feathers, highlighting her curves, the back portion meshing well with her tail feathers to enhance the appeal of her plump rump while the semi-translucent stomach portion still showed off her pleasantly pregnant belly. She sighed softly and rubbed her feathered, soft and swollen belly before stepping out to hear an approving whinny from Avinete.

"You came out perfectly!" Avinete announced, eyes going over the swan's entire form. "It all came together perfectly. Such a sweet swan!"

"Oh, Avinete, you're such a lovely mare yourself!" Gertrude said, blushing once more beneath her feathers. "Thank you! You're too kind!"

"Aren't I?" Avinete said, brushing away a response with a wave of her hand. "You're welcome, sweetie, but believe me, this is just as worth it to me as it is to you."

Gertrude nodded, admiring herself, but mostly admiring her not so subtle swell.

"I do have to apologize though, sweetie, because I really have to run," Avinete said, motioning to her running garb. "It's been nice, though! Quite a deal, eh?"

"Yes," Gertrude murmured, attention going back to her swollen stomach and the eggs within. "Quite a deal..."

"See ya, sweetie!" Avinete neighed, starting to walk away.

"Farewell!" Gertrude sang back, not looking up from lovingly rubbing her belly.

Aviente sped off, grinning as she looked over her shoulder at the well mannered swan mother she had left behind, her recent "model" one of her happiest successes. She had saved some undeserving poorly paid workers from a headache and now there was another well-dressed cute girl because of her interference, though her reasons for helping hadn't been solely altruistic. The mare had to admit she had a soft spot for mothers, but mostly girls that dressed right, with her help, of course.

As she departed the store, she wondered who else she might come across that needed adjustment on her soon to be started jog. A fatty who could use some speed and fur and perhaps a pair of breasts as slutty sprinter of a cheetah? Or maybe a speedster who needed slowing down as another mother to be, a thick preggy hippo who can't help but waddle adorably? And, she supposed, anyone who whistled at her might find themselves a busty, exhibitionist of a songbird. She smiled at these thoughts, all too sure she would find her newest model sooner than later. Who knew, he might just be a few miles away!

Avinete smiled, setting off jogging with all sorts of changes in mind.