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Jurgen looked into the mirror and gasped, ugly red dots marred his flesh from cheek to chin. Fearful it could be worse but knowing what he might find, he tugged the neck of his shirt down and frowned. The ugly red dots resided upon his upper chest too, like some horrible festering wound. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply because this could only mean one thing. Eyes remaining shut, he searched for something upon the counter until he found a small, round container. Only when he gripped it firmly did he barely open his eyes so that he squinted with a slit-like glare at what he held.

"CausDek crap!" He muttered and tossed it away. It fell below, banished forevermore to the dark confines of his bathroom waste receptacle. He shook his head and said with a heavy heart: "I should have known it wouldn't work."

Angrily, Jurgen stormed out of his restroom, mind ablaze with an inferno of thoughts. He glanced about like a madman this way and that, searching for another solution to his problem among what little he owned in his apartment. He came to a halt. No, not a solution, he realized. Everything here was useless and would be of no direct help. Back to the advertisements, he thought, he would have to develop a new plan.

Jurgen first looked to his old television with its rabbity ears askew, one antenna covered by gleaming silver foil. He considered it only a moment and then shook his head. Though he might get lucky late night on a Sunday most of what was advertised was either corporate creations that were not powerful enough to combat his condition or scams ran by quacks that always over-promised and under-delivered. Both options were a waste of his money and time; moreover, there was the greater threat of being drawn in by nefarious daytime shows or worse, re-runs. He shuddered because he knew all too well that he would be unable to resist the deep mysteries of The X-Files or the captivating adventures of the Enterprise...

Jurgen suddenly found the strength of will to tear his eyes away from the entrancing television and even then he still felt regret. It was Saturday, the first day of the weekend; he should be enjoying some quiet relaxation, not worrying about a problem he wished he didn't have in the first place.

Jurgen turned away from the television until his gaze came upon his rotary phone. He shuddered and instantly dismissed that option. As loving as she truly was, he had enough of his mother's suggestions. Instead, he looked towards the kitchen and the kitchen table.

"Ah ha!" Jurgen exclaimed, today's paper, how could he forget? It was right where he had left it before dashing off to get a good look at himself in the mirror. He hastily made his way towards the kitchen table and the newspaper. Without thinking, he threw aside the sports section into his kitchen trash so that it suffered much the same fate as the CausDek creation from earlier. Though perhaps it was worse; after all, he could have recycled it.

However, Jurgen paid his latest iniquity little mind as he went about discarding whatever else was in his way until there only remained one section of the paper upon his table: the classified, the special classified section. He picked it up and considered whether this was truly the way to go about things. The plague of spots was terrible and a problem he had dealt with since his youth- a time whereupon he went by Captain Crater -yet, instead of getting better with age, it had somehow worsened, not improved like so many had promised him. Still, he was remiss to resort to mythic magic to eradicate the ache of acne forever. What other choice did he have?

Thus, Jurgen sat down and began to flip through the special section of mythic magic merchants. It was a desperate gambit, one of the few options he had remaining. It was either this or give in to the acne and embrace his sinister role forevermore as Captain Crater. Or, he could just ask the doctor for stronger stuff than what CausDek provided.

"No," he seethed. "This ends today."

Jurgen resumed his browsing with increased intensity, tearing page upon page in search of what he desperately desired. In a matter of minutes, he had gone through the section and had only found two vendors that could be of help, either due to what they sold or whether they were open or not. The first, Crumb's Cottage, had possessed an ad that had seemed to cater exactly to his quandary, but he could not find the ad again even after multiple reinvestigations. He only had one choice then: a small shop not too far away, Cosmic Convenience. It promised "Cosmic solutions for cosmetic concerns."

Cosmic Convenience's ad wasn't fancy, merely a block of text with the name of the shop highlighted and bolded. The address was below the title and the street was one he was fairly familiar with. He knew the roads and routes of this city and he was certain he could find it and hopefully a solution.

Jurgen stood and pushed his chair back into place. For a moment, he silently contemplated what he was about to do. Again, what was he to do? He would not let the acne win, not now, not ever. The time to strike was now.

Determined, Jurgen left his apartment and meandered down the stairs until he came upon his trusty mount, shackled as it was. With practiced movements, he unlocked the beast, leapt upon his bike, and pedaled madly down the road of retribution.

By the time Jurgen had arrived at the shop, his skin was slick with sweat and his throat was a little dry, yet his resolve had yet to waver. It was only upon seeing the shop that the first signs of doubt marred his already pitted face.

Cosmic Convenience was not what he had expected. The shop sign was neon and pink, though the light it shed was thankfully not too bright due to the mid-morning sun. The dressings outside the window were flowery and feminine and the door had some sort of smiling, female cat humanoid inscribed upon the surface. From initial inspection, it appeared to be some sort of beauty parlor.

Jurgen sighed and absentmindedly scratched at his neck, immediately withdrawing his hand when he felt the greasy spots. A beauty parlor Cosmic Convenience might be, but that didn't mean it did not have a solution to his problem. All he had to do was enter and scout. If the store did not have what he needed then he could just leave. He didn't think anyway was going to force some sort of tanning service upon him or anything.

Jurgen disembarked from his bike, locking it to an adjacent post. He glanced about in search of gnomes. He had been wary of the creatures ever since one of them had taken his last bicycle just last month, and that had been locked too. Under his current salary, he could not afford to replace his favored vehicle every four weeks.

Luckily for him, there were no gnomes about. In fact, there was nearly no one present around this small strip of stores, just a few cars that passed by here and there. He supposed it was for the better; even if he knew no one truly cared, he was still anxious to enter the shop.

Acne overruled anxiety; however, so Jurgen left his bike behind and headed towards the shop. He felt the gravity of each step, making his pace faster and faster with the knowledge that he might soon have a solution to his problem.

Jurgen looked at the door and wondered what the feline on it meant. Were the proprietors feline? Was the cat's smile meant to put him at ease, when he knew all too well that the creatures could be quite insincere? They weren't tricky like foxes, but their seeming selfishness could just be as off-putting. Just what did it mean?

He shook his head, pulled the door open, and discarded such superfluous thoughts. Without truly looking, he stepped into the shop and was immediately greeted.

"Oh!" A high-pitched voice meowed. "Hello, hello!"

Jurgen looked up. A female feline humanoid similar in appearance to a Persian white happily waved a paw at him. Immediately, Jurgen recoiled in disgust at the feline's hideous sense of fashion. She wore a loose, gaudy tie-dye shirt and what appeared to be bellbottom jeans along with a variety of mood rings upon her paws. Remembering that he was a guest here, Jurgen swallowed his revulsion and smiled back.

"Hi," he said. She stopped waving, brought a paw to her feline muzzle, and gasped.

"Oh," she said. "Oh snap..."

Initially, Jurgen was unaware of the problem until he recalled why he was here in the first place. He was as hideous as the cat's sense of fashion.

"I've come here--" he started, only to be cut off by a shake of the feline's head.

"I know why you're here, pretty boy," The cat meowed, smiling once more. She turned and motioned to a fancy chair. "Why don't you sit down? It's nothing me and my sisters can't fix."

Jurgen raised an eyebrow and took a tentative half step towards the chair, when a new voice called out, deep and petulant: "Stop!"

Jurgen looked for the source of the new voice and saw another feline humanoid. This one was male, a stout Scottish Fold that appeared grumpy and was much better dressed than the female, though his suit and tie seemed to be several decades behind in fashion. He raised a pudgy paw and pointed it at the female feline.

"No, Patty." he grumbled. "And none of our sisters either. They are taking inventory and are not to be disturbed."

"Oh, Harold," Patty sniffed. "You're no fun."

"It's work," Harold sighed. "It's not supposed to be fun."

Patty folded her arms. "Well, hmph! We never have men come in... and well... You're just no fun Harold!"

Harold nodded and turned towards Jurgen. His whiskers twitched as he examined the man.

"I see your trouble, sir," he said. "And we have a solution." He scratched an ear and looked to Patty. "Ahem," He coughed and held out a paw. "We have a solution."

"Oh, yes!" Patty exclaimed, quickly running from the chair towards a display. She took something from it and held it out, a small, white container. Harold took it, furrowed his brows, and gave his sister a suspicious glare. She smiled happily back.

"And this is...?" Harold rumbled.

"Ointment!" she said, looking to Jurgen and beaming. "It will make those horrible spots and bumps go away for sure."

"For sure!" Harold confirmed.

"What is it?" Jurgen asked.

"Ointment!" Patty said again. "Specially made here, you can't find it anywhere else."

"A Cosmic exclusive," Harold said, nodding. "Very convenient."

"How does it work?" Jurgen asked.

Harold opened his mouth to answer but said nothing. He turned towards Patty, who snatched the container away, deftly opened the top, and showed Jurgen the inconspicuous yellowish substance inside.

"You rub it in and it'll make sure you never have those spots again," She said. "Never, ever again and all it takes is one treatment." She winked. "Just a bit of Mythic magic."

"Heow does it work?" Harold questioned his sister, reiterating Jurgen's original question. She merely giggled and patted his shoulder.

"I can show you right neow."

Harold vigorously shook his head. "No, not here. I'm sure he already knows heow to apply an ointment. Heow does it work?" He asked again.

"It works," she said.

Harold squinted hard at his sister and frowned.

"He'll be happy, I promise!" Patty continued. "So happy he won't even have to come back!"

"We want customers to return," Harold reminded. When Patty said nothing in return, he sighed and shook his head. "Very well. Would you like it, sir?"

Jurgen nodded. The product sounded promising enough.

"How much?" he asked.

---

A few minutes later Jurgen rode away from the shop, his wallet slightly lighter but his pockets containing the ointment, the solution, or so he hoped. He traveled slower on the return trip, the knowledge that his problem might be soon be dealt with lent him certain calm. He arrived at his apartment in a different state than he left it, so serene that he hardly made a noise as he walked up the stairs towards his abode. Silently, he stepped inside and kicked off his shoes. He was making his way to the bathroom to make use of the ointment when he caught sight of the television once more. He halted and stared at its darkened depths, his mind wandering as he thought of what could be on presently.

In a moment of weakness, he fell back upon his couch, hand already reaching for the remote. He was about to turn the television on when he realized what he was about to do. Arm shaking, he lowered the remote and returned it to its holder. He stood and wiped his brow. He had almost fallen under the televisions charm and its promise of entertainment. Was that truly a problem? His acne would be dealt with soon enough, surely he could spare a few minutes, half an hour, maybe even several episodes--

No. Jurgen shook his head and stalked away to the restroom, withdrawing the ointment from his pocket on the way there. He stepped in and stared at the mirror. No, he would not let himself remain so acne afflicted, not for a moment longer, not even half an hour, and surely not several episodes. He held up the ointment, took off the top, and shook it threateningly at the spots and bumps upon his chin and chest.

"Yes," he said. "This. Ends. Now."

He dabbed two fingers in the ointment and then began to spread it over his pockmarked cheek. The stuff was warm and calming and lent him great confidence. He placed it over any portion of his chin, neck, and chest that were hideously spotted and bumped until he had totally covered the afflicted areas. This accomplished, he placed the ointment down and leaned forward so that he could see himself more closely. He squinted, wondering how the ointment would work. Would his acne suddenly vanish or would it fade away hopefully relatively quickly? He had never been informed how it worked, but it was mythic magic. He was expecting something...unusual.

And something unusual did occur, he noticed it first upon his cheek where he had applied the ointment initially. The flesh and ointment momentarily bubbled, temporarily infusing his cheek with heat. He watched the area with keen interest. His eyes widened when the area ceased bubbling, leaving behind what appeared to be electric blue...scales, hexagonally shaped scales that might be found upon reptile hide. Scales.

Jurgen recoiled in horror and grabbed at his face, feeling more of the ointment bubble upon his visage. The results of this were similar but not quite the same; the majority of the scales were electric blue and there was also various patterns of fluorescent purple and acid green. Frantically, he rubbed the ointment away from his neck. This unfortunately did little more than spread the ointment to the tips of his fingers whereupon the flesh on his digits and neck roiled, leaving behind scales and slimmer fingers. He looked at his hands, turning his daintier digits over and spotting his neon orange nails as he sought to reconcile reality. He shook his head, wanting to deny it all but the warmth upon his chest would not let him.

He glanced down at this chest and tugged the neck of his shirt down to see that the changes were happening, not only where he had spread the ointment, but further along as well. While scales spread into existence upon his chest, his pecs softened and jiggled, nipples darkening and thickening as the flesh beneath them visibly gathered into soft, small scaled mounds. He gasped and stepped back, feeling and seeing the palpable lumps upon his chest jiggle ever so slightly with his movement. He peered down at them. They were, they were--

Breasts. Breasts upon his chest and there were like the scales upon his face, chin and chest. He looked at the mirror and winced. He was truly hideous. The acne was gone, true, but so was a portion of his visage and he had grown breasts. Breasts! Small, scaled breasts, but breasts nonetheless!

Jurgen grabbed the ointment and put the top back on. He clutched tightly at the container as he tried to think of what he might do. The CausDek medication had done nothing, but this had done something, something he didn't like. He had to go back to the store and have the cats undo this. He couldn't go to work like this on Monday! The teens at the library with less acne than him probably wouldn't mock him anymore, but being a freak with a smattering of scales and unexplainable breasts was much, much worse. He had to leave now before the situation worsened.

Jurgen sprinted out of his apartment, doing his best to ignore the jiggling of his breasts as he made his way to his bicycle. He quickly unlocked and mounted it, pedaling far faster towards the shop than he had this morning.

---

Jurgen quickly locked his bike up and made his way towards the entrance to Cosmic Convenience. Though there was still hardly anyone around, he felt much more self-conscious this time. He hunched over slightly as he walked, one arm lying over his chest while the other remained at his side. By the time he had arrived at the door, his face was flush with embarrassment and a modicum of anger.

Jurgen entered the shop with a sullen expression on his face. Again, Patty was there to greet him but this time Harold didn't seem to be around.

"Hey!" she called. "It's you again! I didn't catch your name last time!"

"Jurgen," Jurgen said, looking up at the feline female. He pointed to his face. "You have to fix this, I look like a freak!" He gestured towards his small breasts. "And these too!"

"Oh," Patty said, bringing a paw to her mouth. "Snap." She dropped her hand and purred softly when she saw what was upon his chest. "I see the problem."

Jurgen looked sheepishly away.

"Hmm," Patty continued. "Come to the chair. Let me attend to it...personally. No charge."

Jurgen looked up. Patty tapped the swivelable chair and nodded to the empty seat before coming to stand behind. She smiled when he walked up to the chair and sat as instructed.

"The ointment?" she said, holding out her hand.

Jurgen nodded, procured it from his pockets, and handed it over. Patty smiled again.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm so sorry about this. Hmm, what to do, what to do?" She scratched her chin absentmindedly and then raised her paws to her mouth. Jurgen looked up, curious about the silence; however, the quiet that was soon broken when Patty screeched loudly: "SISTERS DEAREST!"

Jurgen winced and his eyes widened when a multitude of humanoid feline females appeared. Two jumped out from under the shop counter, four spilled out from a closed door that he presumed to be the storage room, and a seventh appeared impossibly next to Patty as if she had been hiding behind the chair the whole time. Like Patty, they all were Persian whites. In addition, they shared another trait with their apparent sister: they all had the same horrid sense of fashion, their clothes a clash of colors and nothing seemed to match.

"Sisters," Patty purred as the girls gathered around the seated man. "This is Jurgen. Jurgen, these are my sisters--"

"Maddy," A crazed looking cat meowed that wore bright yellow bodysuit.

"Hattie," A demure looking sister purred, the best dressed of them all.

"Fatty," A pudgy looking sister growled, more fiery looking than the others.

"Laddie," A tough looking sister squeaked.

"Saddy," A gothic looking sister moaned that wore black with black lipstick.

"Ratty!" A tabby looking sister yowled who did not resemble her namesake at all.

"Erma!" A skinny looking sister mewled that wore the baggiest clothes.

"Uh--" Jurgen said. The man was overwhelmed by so many new, similar faces at once and their constant movement around him and searching glances did not do much to help. "I--uh..."

"Yay!" Patty exclaimed, raising her arms. "We're all here."

"And Harold isn't," Ratty said.

"Good point!" Patty said. "So this should be fun!"

"Fun?" Jurgen mumbled, wincing as Laddie poked his scaled cheek before prodding lower at his breasts. "Hey!"

"Fun!" Patty repeated. "What do you think, girls?"

"Yesh," Fatty said, looming over Jurgen ominously. "He..."

"Jurgen," Jurgen said.

"Jurgen needs something."

"I agree!" Maddy shouted. "He needs a makeover."

There was silence and then Hattie spoke up.

"A total makeover!"

"Excuse me?" Jurgen said, sitting up straight in his chair. He would have stood had not two of the felines on either side of him put their paws on his shoulder and caressed him in such a way that he felt an eerie calm descended upon him.

"Yeah," Patty said. "We'll fix you right up. Ooooh," She purred, shivering. "You'll look so pretty with some smooth, sexy scales. You'll never have to worry about skin problems again!"

"Don't forget the breasts, dearie," Fatty mewled, pointing to Jurgen's set. "These are much too small."

"One thing at a time, sis. One thing at a time..." Patty giggled. "What am I talking about? There's eight of us and one of him. Come on, girls, let's get working!"

The paws on Jurgen's shoulders fell away and so did the sense of calm. In its wake, panic erupted within the man and he moved to stand again but it was too late. The swivelable chair fell back so that he stared into the smiling feline faces of the eight sisters. Patty's whiskers twitched as she lifted up the ointment she had taken from him earlier, the ointment that was at the root of his problem. She tossed away the top with a chuckle and dipped one paw in before passing it to the next in a circle.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jurgen said, each sister doing the same as Patty until all had some ointment on their paws and claws. "I'm not--"

Jurgen ceased speaking because all of the felines struck at once. It was not a coordinated effort, at least as far as Jurgen could tell. Rather, the cats moved in a chaotic blur, placing their paws upon him while one of the sisters spun the chair. In this whirl of confusing, clashing colors, he couldn't tell who was who and who was doing what. The only hint he had were voices and even this was not enough for his increasingly disoriented mind.

"Head!" One of the sisters exclaimed and shortly afterwards, he felt paws upon the top of his head. He reached up to swat them away but his arms were soon caught in the grips of other paws of what could only be two separate sisters.

"Wait!" Another sister called, tugging on his right arm. "Let's get this shirt off first!"

"Hey!" Jurgen shouted. "I--"

He felt a tug and then his shirt was pulled up and over him before being quickly discarded. It was at this point that he realized it was quite cold in the shop, a point made sharper by the stiffening of his nipples. He shivered slightly until multiple paws fell upon him and began to slather some warm substance over his belly and shoulders.

"Ha, she's THO!"

"No, no," he said. "Hey!"

Jurgen yelped when two fat paws fell upon his breasts.

"Much too small!" Fatty called out. "I could fit two in one!"

Fatty's words caused Jurgen much distress, he meant to say something in response, but then a paw fell over his mouth and eyes, rubbing more of the ointment over it. The warmth it provided was soothing but not enough to distract him from the fact the eight sisters meant to continue the initial changes. What would that be into, exactly? Something with scales, sure, but that could be many, many things...

Jurgen winced as the paws rubbed into his hair and over his nose while other hands gripped at his shoes. These soon were tossed off and his socks along with them so the paws could tickle the ointment onto his feet, leading Jurgen to squirm slightly from the cats' touch on his tender soles. He would have laughed had the ointment on his chest not started to bubble at the moment. He winced, because the feeling of melting flesh being subsumed by scales of mostly electric blue hue was much hotter this time, nearly scorching in fact. By the time the scales had fully formed; however, they had already cooled down.

"Pants, pants!" A sister shouted. "Let's get him coils!"

While some cats tugged at the hem of his pants, Jurgen lifted his head and watched as his torso altered. The bubbling flesh gave way to scales along his smooth stomach that were a slightly lighter blue than normal. In addition, the shift seemed to have squeezed in his waist, rid him of any hair and squeezed his smaller shoulders closer together. His breasts, held under Fatty's paws, swelled much to his dismay, ballooning larger and larger and seemed to become all the more sensitive for it. He let out a moan of half-distress and half-pleasure when Fatty squeezed at his fatty mound, poking and prodding his now oddly bright orange nipples. He shivered and shook and his member stiffened below.

"Pl-pleassse," he stuttered. "P--"

Jurgen's vision abruptly darkened when the flesh on his face bubbled, cutting off his speech. He would have raised a hand to stop it, but his arms were caught and currently being massaged by the paws of two sisters. He opened his altering mouth to speak and to voice his displeasure at the feeling of his nose and ears sinking into scaled flesh while hair burned away, but one of the sisters leaned in and caught him in a fuzzy warm kiss. He vaguely tasted some sort of dark cherry lipstick while his skull abruptly flattened and widened, jaws extending into serpentine shape. Inside his mouth, he felt the cat's rough tongue upon his and his was thinning, lengthening and forking somewhere down its length. His teeth shifted too, thinning slightly and sharpening into fine points while numerous others grew in.

Suddenly, the cat that was kissing him pulled away. Jurgen opened his eyes just in time for them to shift over slightly on his now serpentine snout, a disconcerting moment that left him blinking quite a bit while his pupils shrank into slits and his previously blue iris brightened to an acid green. After a few more moments, he ceased blinking and looked down, already somewhat used to the protrusion of his snout at the edge of his vision. His heavy swollen scaled breasts hung upon his chest and were no longer covered by a cat paw. He gawked at their size, reasoning that they weren't really that big, maybe larger than average but--

"One, two, three!" Some of the sisters counted.

The chair rocked as Jurgen's pants were torn off his legs and tossed aside. A few paws pushed his legs together, others worked at completely covering his limbs with the stuff, and a certain pair crept up towards his tented underwear.

"Like what you see?" A sister whispered into his ear hole. Jurgen's view of the activities down below was suddenly cut off by a feline female jamming a hand-mirror between his breasts so that he could see his face. His serpentine snout fell open in shock. Staring back at him was a very surprised looking head of a snake with bright green eyes, deep blue scales with a few "freckles" of green scales near his large eyes and a fluorescent orange tongue that matched his nipples. He raised his hands to feel the texture of his scales and it was at that moment that the ointment acted on his arms. He winced as scales subsumed flesh and hair, the limbs thinning while his nails grew out into full-fledged orange claws. He was horrible looking, a beastly reptile with pretty patterns, a long, slender neck and round, attractive eyes that--

"She is pretty."

"Me-ow!" Patty purred. "I'm loving it! You are looking so good neow, girl!"

Jurgen looked up from the mirror and into Patty's blue eyes. He opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm not--" He said, shutting his mouth immediately. His voice, while never particularly deep in the first place, was now decidedly higher and lighter with a distinct hiss. It was not what he had expected to sound like at all. He did...he did sound...feminine.

Patty smiled and patted his tapered head. Jurgen was going to speak up when the chair suddenly flipped over so that he was facing the ground and yet he stayed firmly stuck to its cushioning.

"Mythic magic," he muttered, wincing as his unrestrained breasts bobbed and drooped towards the ground.

"Hattie!"

"Oops, my bad, sis!"

A moment later, Jurgen was returned to merely lying down face up. The paws pushed at his legs again, but he scarcely noticed this. Rather, what caught his attention was when his underwear was snatched away, leaving him completely naked. He attempted to sit up and cover himself again, but Fatty's hands were upon his breasts again.

"And neow it's going to be a one for two!" Fatty mewled gleefully. "And so soft for scales!"

Jurgen shivered, the sensation of the cat's caresses reigniting his arousal. He looked down between his breasts and caught sight of Laddie licking a paw before she knelt down and rubbed her ointment covered tongue on his member.

"Hey...hey--nnghh..." Jurgen hissed a moan in a very womanly fashion. The paws placed on his bosom felt wonderful, but the pleasure it brought paled in comparison to the cat's rough tongue on his cock. His whole form quivered with ecstasy as she started licking at the bottom of his shaft, moving on up so that she covered each centimeter of his cock whilst simultaneously rubbing at thighs and hips. This coupled with Fatty's caresses should have brought the changing man to climax. However, it just would not happen. He was on the edge, but he could not reach the end and he never would again as a male.

Jurgen's stiff, ointment covered member suddenly softened and everything below his waist filled with bubbly warmth.

"Here we go, girls! Showtime!"

"Slammin'!"

"Woohoo!"

Jurgen groaned. This part of the alterations was the worst. Whereas the flesh had seemed to comfortably convert before, his legs and groin were uncomfortably tight. His lower half felt like it was being pushed together, the flesh reforming in ways that was even stranger than what had occurred with his head. Blue scales formed and hair faded away, but bones crunched, reshaped and flesh knitted together too. The pain itself was unbelievably worse.

"Come on, sis, one final push, give it all you got!"

"She's so cute!"

Finally, something gave. Jurgen shuddered as his legs merged together, his buttocks smoothed out, his hips widened with a crack and his feet melded together so that his bottom half was a thick slab of scaled flesh. Immediately, paws went to the end of his lower half, pulling and tugging at the pointed end while the lone set of paws upon pushed. As Jurgen found out, the pain had yet to cease.

"Pull!" One voice yowled.

"Push!" Another meowed.

And so Jurgen's lower half gained length while his member lost. With each pull, more and more of his diminishing manhood sank down, shrinking but never really softening, throbbing painfully with each passing second. He squirmed as he felt flesh come asunder near his cock, a scaled slit that puffed out slightly to take the inverting member in inch by inch.

"Last stretch, girls. Last stretch!"

"It's nearly cashed!"

Jurgen shuddered and moaned, the painful throbbing suddenly turned pleasurable. His lower half...his tail curled out gracefully, flopping out past his chair and coiling further and further out still. His member, a shadow of its former glory, finally sunk into the depths below, taking his shrunken testicles along for its final ride. Jurgen hissed and gasped and experienced but a moment of pure bliss as his abdomen churned, the internals of his groin feeling intensely hot until finally the slit finished development into female form. It was over, the transformation was complete. The cats pulled away, the his chair returned to its upright position.

Jurgen blinked in astonishment at what he saw from his vantage point between his breasts and down below. He...she, really, possessed a scaled slit replete with puffy feminine lips and a sinuous serpentine tail. The feline females had turned her into some sort snake lady and she...was she fine with this? She had nice curves, at least for a snake, a fine bosom, an electric blue hide of scales sometimes interspersed with green and purple patterns and her tail was nice enough to look at even if she didn't quite know how to use it. She was a lady, but at least she was a sexy snake lady.

"It's cashed!"

"Close neow, close," Patty meowed. "But we would be doing her a disfavor if we left her a virgin in this day and age."

Jurgen heard many mewls of agreement and before she knew what she was doing, she too hissed in compliance. Her slit felt...needy and wet, quivering wantonly for attention. She also missed the feeling of Fatty's paws upon her breasts and would not mind more of it.

"All hands on deck!" Patty commanded. "Let's give her all that and a bag of chips."

In an instant, the sisters were upon her again. Several pairs of paws went to her breasts, a couple rubbed at her smooth stomach, one lucky girl knelt down to lick at Jurgen's moist slit, and the remainder went to her long tail to lift it up and massage it. While the chair did not spin this time, the snake was in for a wild ride indeed. The paws placed upon her breasts worked deftly at pinching and kneading the soft flesh so that the new female quickly built up a pleasurable charge below. The cat at her slit capitalized on this, pressing into Jurgen's feminine folds with a rough tongue. While it did not reach into it that far, it provided the utmost pleasure when it swept up and touched her nubby, sensitive clitoris. The smooth petting of her belly and pawing at her thick tail provided that extra push that quickly brought the new female to climax.

With a hiss and moan, Jurgen reached her peak, the pleasure so powerful that she could only quiver, twitch her tail and lay limply against the chair while the cats retreated once more.

"Oh, she is so cute!"

"Could be cuter. Total makeover, right?"

"Totally!"

The felines gathered around Jurgen.

"Ratty," Patty said. "She could use that funky top you got that never fit. Maddy, get her something for that tail. Fatty, you still got that circlet? Laddie, lay off. And the rest of you...we'll figure it out! Hang tight, Jurgen, it's all good."

The cats swarmed. Upon Jurgen's serpentine skull, a swag silver circlet was placed by Fatty. Next, Ratty and Saddy both worked together to fit a short sleeved tie-dye robe of sorts that hung snugly on her frame, hugging at her hips and flowing far past her exposed sex. Matty tied an anarchist-affiliated bandana near the tip of Jurgen's tail while Erma and Hattie placed jangling rings upon both of her bare arms. Finally, Patty donated one of her many mood rings, placing it squarely upon the snake's right ring finger. Afterwards, Patty mewled happily and glanced at the color upon the stone.

"Look, girls, look!" She exclaimed, pointing. "She likes it!"

Shaking off the last vestiges of her carnal bliss, Jurgen sat up and looked over how she was clothed. It wasn't quite fashionable, but at least she was clothed.

"OMG!" Erma exclaimed. "We forgot a bra!"

Before anyone could do something about this terrible problem, the store's door suddenly swung open and Harold stepped in holding a stack of takeout food containers. All eyes in the room turned to him.

"Sisters!" he called out. "I got Chi--"

The tomcat stopped and stared at the snake woman in the chair. He sniffed and then his gaze fell upon Jurgen's old clothes upon the floor.

"Oh," he said, eyes widening. "Oh my, not again!" He snarled. "Sisters, get away from her--him! Out, out!"

"Geez, what's the dealio, pussycat?" Patty asked.

"Y-you..." Harold took a deep breath and placed the containers upon the counter. He stepped up to the chair and looked Jurgen in the eyes. "Ma'am, I mean, sir, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Jurgen blinked and stood for the first time on her tail. She wobbled slightly and caught herself on the chair. She tried again and with some effort was able to stand up straight. She was a little shorter than the tomcat now, though if they were laying on the ground she would have several feet on him thanks to her tail. She blinked again and finally considered Harold's question. She opened her maw to answer and her tongue flicked out, sniffing at the air.

"That smells good," she said.

Harold tilted his head. "Ma'am?"

"I'm fine," Jurgen said, smiling. "I've never felt better. I'm ssso sssmooth and tight and..." She felt heat rise to her face. "Sssexy. Mmmmm..."

"Uhhhhh...."

"I am a bit hungry," the snake continued. "Mind if I have a bit."

"No, no, no, not at all. Please, join us!"

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Thus, Jurgen came to have lunch with the nine felines. The food was delicious and the conversation mostly asinine. The eight sisters were silly while their brother was serious. He could hardly get a word in and when he did he was often ignored. The snake didn't speak much either, but she didn't mind. She was still getting used to her form, the ever-present feel of weight upon her chest and the occasional flickings of her tongue. It had been difficult enough slithering to the dining table in the backroom. By the time lunch was finished, she was full and feeling even more comfortable with how she had turned out. Harold walked with her out of the shop while the sisters went to work on inventory like they should have been doing in the first place or so at least Harold reminded them.

"Are you sure you're fine?" he asked to which Jurgen nodded. The tomcat grunted, his face still sour. "You're not going to lose your job or anything?"

"I work at a library," Jurgen hissed softly. "And not thisssss weekend. I'll call today, let them now some thingsss have changed."

"Yeah..." Harold muttered, looking over the snake woman. "Some things."

"It worked! I'll never have ssssskin problemsss again!"

"You'll shed. You'll shed your whole skin."

Jurgen stopped slithering. She hadn't considered that.

"And...you're a lady."

To this Jurgen merely shrugged. Harold sighed and shook his head.

"Something with those girls," he muttered. "Something about their touch, it's not just the ointment. Whatever it is I don't have it, thankfully." He took a deep breath and smiled at Jurgen as best he could. "I'm...glad this worked out. If you need anything, you know where to find us."

The tomcat stiffly held out his hand. Jurgen took it and shook. With that, Harold opened the door and Jurgen left.

Jurgen blinked and shaded her eyes as she felt the sun upon her exposed scales for the first time. It felt good and warm. Happily she slithered towards her bike, her mind ablaze as she thought about some place where she could buy some new clothes, including a bra. She knew a place close by she could bike too, when she returned home she would only have to curl up on the couch and finally watch some television. Smiling, she unlocked her bike and was about to leap astride it when she realized she simply could not. She had no legs.

Sighing, Jurgen locked up her bike and turned towards Cosmic Convenience. Slowly, she slithered towards the shop whilst idly wondering what other problems and benefits might come to light because of her newfound form, though one notion in particular stuck with her most.

Would...would she be laying eggs once a month? She shivered at thought, the sun's warmth only doing so much.