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This is a funny little story I did a few years back, all based around a picture done by the amazing DatBadger over on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/datbadger This is one of my more early pieces of writing before I really hit my stride. Like, this story is a faaaar cry from what and how I write now. Still, I am moving everything to SoFurry so that means the good and bad. SO enjoy this tale from years gone by! Please feel free to comment and leave feedback!

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The fox had heard the tales of the on-goings behind those closed doors. Those imposing, solid, nigh impenetrable doors. Tales of a mad doctor. Of demented experiments that roamed the halls, searching for their next prey. Of the number of moans and yells that escaped from the small cracks within the window. These myths and urban legends about the building before him did little to deter the Arctic Fox. If anything, they just made him want to explore it even more. TO see what evils really lurked behind those doors. To look into the face of this mad scientist that was creating these horrible machinations of evil that he was warned about.

Imagine his surprise when he opened the door and found, not derelict walls and blood-curling screams. Rather a pleasant lighting and soft music playing from speakers up above. The walls, while looking rather plain in their peach-colored paint, were clean. Even with the music playing he could hear none of the supposed screams and moans of strife and pain that the stories said happened here. What he did here, however, was the opening of a single door. The only door, sans the one he had just opened, in the entire room.

"Ah" a figure said from the doorway, stepping into the light to reveal the form of a rather well endowed and full-figured Badger. "I have been wondering when my next appointment would arrive... Please, do follow me and we can get started" came the rather calming voice of the Badger, dressed in nothing more than a white shirt, trimmed with red and nothing else.

"A-a-appointment? I never signed up for such a thing. I just wanted to see if the legends were true" stammered the fox, about to turn tail to the exit, only to find the door closed and locked behind him.

"Nonsense. Everyone who walks through that door has made an appointment. Even if they don't realize it. Now" the Badger continued, consulting a small clipboard before her, "It says here your name is Artemis Alexander. A girl's name I might add. Five-foot five. One hundred and fifty-five pounds, damn near skinny lad. Currently unemployed and studying in college. Now, it says here that you are due in for some...experimentation of the most perverse kind. Is that true"

The question was posed right at the Arctic Fox, who was too busy pulling on the metal door frame to answer right away. Only when the supposedly good doctor cleared her throat did he turn around with a small sheepish chuckle.

"Uh, yeah. I mean no. I mean, how the hell did you know my name and the rest of that stuff"

"It is your doctors' job to know as much as they can about their patients. Such as sexual taste, and from your internet history one can see you have a thing with feminization, bimbofication, transformation, and a taste for absurdly large breasts. That last one alone pre-qualifies you for our full-service program"

"Wait! What have you been doing on my computer? And what does this have to do with anything" the fox cried out, a red blush creeping around his face.

The Badger merely chuckled, walking over to him with small seductive hips swings, her eyes locked on his, before bending down slightly to look right into them. Her finger reached out and curled along his shoulder-length locks.

"Look, the only reason I know this is because you told me. Don't you remember how you found out about this place? Then again, you wouldn't you had requested everything is played out like this. Even having your memory changed. Well, maybe my charts are wrong, you can leave at any time" she stated, reaching past him to push the door open.

It took little coxing before the fox was heading out the door, only to suddenly slam into an invisible wall. Rubbing his face Artemis tried once more, only to get the same result.

"I thought you said I could leave" he yelled, standing up in the face of the badger, stamping his foot on the ground

"Calm your bitch-fit. You can leave. See, nothing is stopping you but you" she stated, walking through the door with ease. Looking at the fox, her fingers made a come hither movement, and Artemis jumped at the chance, only to hit the wall again. "Silly fox, don't you get it. When you signed up for this you made sure that you wouldn't be able to leave. Nothing like a little hypnosis. Now, if you are done playing could we kindly move along"

As those words were spoken, Artemis felt a shiver run along his body as it stood up on its own, marching behind the good doctor that came back from outside. He had no motor control. His body was not his own as it followed in step behind the Badger, into the single doorway, and out into a mass of complex halls and unmarked doors. For a few minutes, this went on, till the pair came to rest in front of a single metal door, one that swung soundlessly open on well-oiled hinges. The fox moved once more on auto-pilot, s if he knew the layout of the entire room already, moving about the metal contraptions to end up seated on an odd, rubber-lined chair, a metal container filled with pink fluid behind him.

"Now, wasn't that so much easier to do when you listen to the good doctor" stated the Badger as she closed the door to the room, walking before Artemis, breast waving about in the air with little abandon. "Oh, and you can snap out of it now, no fun if you just do what I say blindly"

Artemis shook his head, his body control coming back to him, well in some parts. While he could move his head and talk again, the rest of his body still felt rather deadlocked.

'What did you do to me. How come I can't move" the fox demanded, using all his not-so-strong muscles to try and jump at the well-fed medical practitioner.

With a small sigh, the Badger shook her head, instead of reaching deep in her cleavage to produce a remote with a single button. With a click, lights dimmed in the room and a projector started up. For a few moments, it was nothing more than just white light, then the video clicked on. What it was shocked the fox. It was him, dressed in a light blue latex suit, smiling at the camera or the person filming behind it.

"Testing. Is the microphone on" a voice that sounded like the badger could be heard, coming a little bit behind the camera. After a few moments of fiddling off-camera, the sound came in a bit cleaner, as the video Artemis gave the unseen doctor a thumbs up.

"Not that hard to master. Told you my skills could come in handy. Anyway, enough about that. I guess, provided everything worked with the mind-altering, I am now talking to myself. Hello. I bet you are so confused right now. Well, allow me to make that confusion go away. You see, since I am you I know of all your secrets. Your kinks. Desires. Wants and needs. You see, the good Dr. Badger, and yes that is her real name, is more than just the one who is keeping you, hostage, she is also your employer. We, as in you and I, work for her as catalogers. We record her experiments. Edit them. Then we put them away in her records. At least the ones that she doesn't mind making a buck off of in the niche porn market. Well, after editing these videos for a few years an itch began to develop. An itch for kink. This, my friend, is why you are here, unable to move and listening to me. You see, I wanted a transformation. Yet, not just a run-of-the-mill poke with the needle and done. No, you see, I wanted to be the ones that she...studies. Someone who is unwilling to go and be transformed. So I had had her purge your memory. Remove everything that I know. Don't worry it will come back when she is done having fun with the new bimbo version of me. Well, us. Having your memory altered will make it even easier for her to dumb you down. Now, I bet you are wondering how long ago this was planned. How long have I been planning this against you? Well, look down. Would you kindly"

Those words came yet again, and the fox felt another shiver along his spine. As his eyes drifted downwards they went wide in shock. There it was. The same light blue latex suit that this video double was wearing. How? How did it get on him? He was just wearing his...wait. What was he wearing before? The fox tried to bring up memories of this morning. All of it coming up blank. No breakfast. Bathing. Or getting dressed. It was as if all his memories started with looking at those doors.

"Now you get it. Just how much of your memory is gone. For you, all you have is the memory of looking at those doors and curious thoughts about what lay behind. Very clever hun? Though it would be fun, a bit of shell shock. Now I have a feeling that our time here is at an end, as the Doctor is telling me that the memory machine is up and running. Yep, that is right, you are the end result of what is about to happen to me in a few minutes. If you can put it all together then you know that all this, this tape and your memory loss, happened on the same day. Well, I shall leave you to think on that, as I go and prepare for what I am about to go through once this camera is off. Take care. Oh and enjoy the breast size I picked"

With those words the lights came back on, the projector turned off, and Doctor Badger stood before the shocked fox, twirling two long tubes between her hands.

"To think, I thought I was devious. Well, he did spend hours archiving those first few test batches we had so I can't blame him. Though that is beside the point. Now that you are up to date let me fill you in before I fill you up. What I have here is a nice little mixture, something that will take away all those little smarts in your brain and put some meat on those bones of yours. Now, you wanted to have the biggest breast of them all, so I do hope you are ready for them. Now, hold tight my soon to be bimbo fox"

Said fox had little time to form a retort before those tubes were locked into place, the flow of pink chemicals pumping quickly into his veins. The rush was incredible. The fluid began to drain deep within him, his head spinning from the bright mixture. Then, came the burning. Well more like the heat, as his entire body began to warm up. Slowly at first, but soon it ramped up while still staying rather pleasant. Looking down with a dulled look in his eyes, the fox watched as the latex covering his chest began to swell. No, not the latex, it was HIS chest. He could feel it, the skin, stretching wider and wider. Then sensation was incredible as if thousands of mouths were sucking on every inch of exposed breast skin. He watched as they hit B-Cup. Then DD. Then jumped to G-Cups. They weren't slowing down. The latex top tore a bit at pre-cut holes, allowing the huge nipples to spill out into the air, the pink nubs hardening in the cold room. Moans and yips of pleasure left his mouth as Artemis melted into the sensations, only to be driven into a window-shattering moan as something new happened.

The seat under him shifted, a metal hole sliding open to reveal a purple dildo. At least it looked purple. What Artemis didn't know was it was actually clear, and filled with purple fluid, one that began to spray all across his crotch, just a little below his balls. The skin felt softer there, as the dildo began to move forward, pressing against his taint. Then, as it pressed harder and harder, the fox felt it give way to something new. Lights and colors exploded before his eyes as new nerve endings began firing off, foreign pleasure racing into his brain, killing off anything not related to pleasure.

"C..cock! Must have cock" he moaned, a lisp coming through his normally well-spoken voice. It was the drugs doing this, the purple juice that not only gave birth to the now soaking wet cunt that it was thrust into but was also re-wiring his brain alongside the pink fluids inflating his breast. His college education melted away, being replaced by useless information about celebrities and makeup tips. Gone were the days spent studying editing software, in their steed, information about sexual positions and a craving to always be filled. As his brain turned to useless bimbo nonsense, a dopey grin came across his pleasured visage, the fringes of his once silver hair, now colored blonde with pink tips. Lips plumped, full and dripping with saliva, as the new Artemis drooled over the breast that was still growing. As he rubbed and prodded them, he could feel his cock cumming, the sensations melding together in a mass of ecstasy. He didn't even notice the hands of the good Doctor smacking them about, making them jiggle.

"Now that is a bit better. I like you so much more as a full-figured tart. I mean before you were so skinny but just look at you now. Look at that ass" she growled seductively, reaching under the growing heft of ass fat to grab a hand full. For her troubles, her hand came back drenched in a deluge of pussy juice, while fresh fox cum spattered her shirt. Her fingers rubbed along the slightly shrunken shaft, making a note of the unintended side effect. "Well, it was a new formula after all. Guess I'll leave you here to grow and grow. I'll be back when these puppies are too big for you to carry without a little help. By then your support suit should be done"

Doctor Badger began to walk out, turning around to watch Artemis's eyes roll deep into the back of his head, unable to say much more than unintelligible, lisp-filled moans and yells of pleasure. It would take the rest of the afternoon before all the chemicals were in his system, by then he would look like a perverted nightmare. Sex on legs that needed a suit just to support the mass of breast flesh. Dipping her finger into the splashes of cum, the perverted medical official sucked the sweet flavor from her gloves, musing what to do when Artemis was done. He was going to be like that for a few weeks, maybe she could get him to lactate. It would make breakfast far more fun.

"Oh how I love the freaky ones. Maybe I'll keep him like that. I'd hate to see him go back to being so skinny after finally putting on some weight for the winter" she mused, shutting the door as she left, leaving the fox to thrash and writhe, locked in the chair of pleasure and transformation by his own lust, wants, and desires.