A Fluffy Transformation

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Gyfloga: Employ.

Transformation.

Umoko grunted softly as she hefted up the large cardboard box, weighed down with computer equipment that was yet to be uncovered. A new monitor for her little office or was it the new printer that she needed to install? Only the opening of the box itself would tell, each and every one marked from the same company, one as alike as the next. She could only be grateful, however, as the sun heated up and she heaved the boxes up the narrow staircase to her rented space, her long-sleeved shirt pushed back to the elbows. Her jeans caught around her hips as she struggled, the box really too unwieldy for her short stature, even though she was more than capable of actually lifting the weight for herself, and she swallowed down words that she wouldn't have wanted to hear herself saying, let alone anyone else.

One step and then another. She puffed her cheeks out, dark brown hair clinging damply to the back of her neck. Was she actually sweating? No, she couldn't stop, not now that she was halfway there and it was with a great effort of will that she hauled what she very sincerely hoped was the heaviest of all the boxes all the way up to the top of the stairs. Puffing and pausing for a moment, Umoko regained what was to be had of her breath before shoving open the door with her shoulder, eyebrows knitting nearly together as her brow furrowed.

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I didn't really expect physical labour today...

Whereas some delivery drivers would ham up the process of carrying boxes for a 'little, helpless woman', the one that had been assigned to her route, evidently, had had no such qualms about dumping everything on the pavement and leaving it at that. He couldn't get her to sign off quickly enough on it before she'd even had a chance to really look through everything properly just to make sure that all was in good order, no scuffs or dents obviously on the packaging itself, racing away in the white van as if the hounds of hell, quite literally were on his heels.

She shook her head at the stairs, already dreading the rest of the boxes, although they would not be so bad if they were lighter. And, if she had the worst of them, she could always start unpacking that too to give herself a bit of a break. There were options and she had to remember that, as she didn't have to keep trucking on mindlessly.

Ah, but it wasn't that good of a neighbourhood, the three-storey building still somehow managing to feel squashed and claustrophobic as people passed by quickly. There was no telling just what would

Oh... Unpacking just the one wouldn't hurt and it would surely be easier on her shoulders. Biting her lip, Umoko sighed inwardly and hastened on to get the job done - surely that would make everything else seem easier if she bit off a larger chunk of the work - ripping open the woefully inadequate tape that sealed the box shut. Now that she was kneeling beside it, it seemed even bigger than it had been before and a twinge of embarrassment sweltered in her stomach, curling through. Why had she done that all by herself? Was she really just trying to hurt herself?

It was not her voice in her head but the words didn't have to be her own to cut deep and she scowled, slicing deeper with the box cutter, ripping open the cardboard with undue force. Darn it. It was silly, just silly, not worth thinking about. And yet the knowledge that she may very well have just done something ever so slightly 'wrong' in her own mind coloured her perception as she flipped open the box flaps to reveal...

...something that most certainly was not a printer or a monitor. Blinking, she peered into it, poking at a swathe of pink and white that seemed to bob and shift before her very eyes. Were those very strange packing peanuts? Was the equipment underneath all of that? She scoffed, lips pressed together and a muscle jumping in the corner of her jaw. Oh, she didn't have the time for this!

Umoko frowned as she pushed down through the strange fluff, pressing deeper and deeper, striving to simply find what she had ordered in the first place. Yet where was it? Was the box just filled entirely with fluff? And what was all that about too? The time for questions had passed, however, and she sat back on her heels, surveying the strange mess before her with a duly critical eye. If they'd sent her some crazy package as a gag then there would be a riot and a half to be paid for!

But the reality of it was something far stranger than anything that Umoko could ever have imagined or come up with for herself.

"What in all hell..."

She never got to complete the utterance as she tumbled back with a shriek, the fluff exploding from the box and coating her from head to toe. Umoko coughed and spluttered and frantically tried to wipe it off - what would anyone say if they caught her looking like that? - but it stuck to her like glue, the fluff covering her all over, seeming to shift shades as it puffed out, thick and growing in volume.

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Wait a second...

And yet it was far too late for her to cry for any sort of help as her skin tingled and prickled with an otherworldly force, flinging a hand out as white fur raced down it as if it was under starter's orders. Umoko gasped and scrambled but there was no way to stop it as her arm fluffed up entirely, the shreds of her clothing simply falling away from her as if they had never existed. And just when had they fallen to shreds anyway? She whined and pushed back but it was hard to feel as if she was wearing nothing at all as a thick fuzz of fluff covered her swiftly from head to toe, everything in a race against time to show her to be what the little surprise box (well, it wasn't so little, in all fairness) had brought to her doorstep just for her and her alone.

Umoko's chest tightened, falling back onto her buttocks with a grunt, lips parted even though she could not seem to drag enough breath into her lungs. The fur was thick and heavy - heavy enough that she felt as if she was weighed down by it, her chest swelling out and out, although any semblance of her breasts was quick to disappear beneath it. Trying to wriggle free proved, yet again, unfeasible, her chest rounding out and out and out - the feature of a much larger creature than what and who she actually was.

Yet what was it? What was happening to her? Her heart leapt and, if she'd been in her right mind, she would have wondered just why the thoughts were so instantly swept away on a wave of euphoria. Excitement, pounding, driving, pulsating excitement filled her, her cup full and the brim spilling over with more, always more. It was all she could do to stop a continuous stream of squeaks from spilling from her lips, one hastily jostling to follow the other as if there was a time limit on when their expression could be made heard. Her glasses fell up and she could not help but laugh for the sheer hell of it, head falling back as she practically hopped about, the movement seeming more natural for her. Yet when had she actually gotten up on two feet?

No two scenes seemed to fit together as she wavered before the window, watching with a deluded smile as her face fluffed up - how interesting her day had become! Her hair seemed to meld into the fluff, the stylishly cut brown locks disappearing, but that was okay, all okay, as long as she had some fun and some play out of it. Because that was what things and life itself was about too - not all work. And maybe she'd been engaged with the seriousness of life for a little too long, worrying about boxes that could be moved later as if someone was going to steal boxes of packing peanuts and fluff from her!

Umoko's giggles couldn't be restrained and she doubled over, ears itching terribly, although it was impossible to see what was happening up there in her position. Her chest thickened out with a ruff of fur around her neck that was a darker shade of pink, even though it was still very much a pleasing one. She panted softly for breath between her laughter, one blending awkwardly into the other as if they were forever destined to go hand in hand. Yet not even her hands looked like her own anymore as she held them out before her, fingertips stretched down to her feet and nails stretching out and out. They didn't go far though, becoming something that looked more like claws, the feel of them being manipulated, however, running through her like the scrape of actual fingernails on a chalkboard. Groaning under her breath, she shuddered away from the notion, clenching and unclenching her hands to and from fists. Ugh! Who wanted that?

The claws settled, but they could hardly be seen in the massively thickly luscious fluff that covered her paws, draping down her arms as if she was wearing arm warmers or something like that. She knew they had been fashionable at some point but that was by the by when she flexed her paws, showing off the claws only by straining and stretching with her fingers to put them on show. They weren't retractable but they still made her giggle in a strangely childish sort of glee, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she toyed with and tested the limits of her changing, shifting body. Her T-shirt strained as the fluff pulsed and thickened, struggling to keep up with the sheer pace of her changes. Whereas it could have been, at least somewhat, stretchy, there was only so much that that particular kind of fabric could do, the elasticised cotton tighter and tighter with every passing second.

What she was soon to learn, however, was that the limits no longer existed. Her feet swelled and grew, larger than human ones - but the rest of her body was still growing too! Her shirt strained and strained, the seams popping and tearing, pricking along each and every stitch as they gave up, bit by bit. She rose, standing taller than ever before, but there seemed to be no limit to how much her body was going to grow, each pulse of her heart making her larger than ever before. Her shirt dangled, the neckline strained and half-choking her before that gave up too, the relief from its popping coming with a flush of hot blood rushing to her throat.

More... Her eyes grew hazy as her trousers stilled motion, tighter and tighter. There was no way either that they could contain her thighs, muscle rising through the thick fluff, and she gasped as they tore straight down the front - not even at the seams! It was probably more telling where the weakest point in the fabric was, truly, but it was hard to spare too much thought on that as she kicked off her shoes with a delirious little giggle in the moments before they split, at least saving the majority of them from destruction even if they would not fit her new feet in the form that she appeared to be destined to take.

What shreds of clothes hung from her were flung aside as her being grew to a size that had her head pressing against the ceiling, narrowly avoiding the annoying rotating fan that she'd been well enough looking forward to replacing during the course of her lease. Muttering under her breath, it was a good thing that the exaltation of the transformation itself swamped her annoyance, towing her very gently back to exhilaration, her good mood impossible to push down.

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