[b][u][center]Shapely Artifacts Part 3 For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Seeing Dexter go through the airlock to whatever his fate might be left Greg more than slightly rattled. Sure, he was able to lean back, cross his arms, and pretend that he was completely okay with what was going on, but in the back of his head, he couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. Okay, yeah, the geek was right about there being nothing wrong with what was happening, or anything particularly weird about the first guy not coming back. They did have to decontaminate him, after all, but… Well… [i]Something’s wrong,[/i] Greg thought, shaking his head as he stared at the airlock. [i]I don’t care what you wanna tell me, something’s wrong.[/i] The company had never been that clear about what they wanted, not even when they handed out the contracts for them to sign. He would have walked right back out, but his rent was due next week, and so was the power bill. He had enough money for one, not both, and that was if one didn’t go up in the meantime. [i]If they think that I’m walking in blind, they got another thing coming,[/i] he thought. [i]Might not look like much, but if they try something…[/i] Greg had been on the swim team for years, and while he didn’t have the bulk that a linebacker on the football field would have, he definitely had the muscles to push back against anyone threatening him. He planned on making the company pay if they tried anything funny… And if they did something to Dexter… [i]Nerd…[/i] He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. [i]But he’s a cute one.[/i] That was the weirdest thing. He hadn’t come in here expecting to find anything like that, but if there was time when they were done, if the company rules allowed it… [i]Hey, maybe I could ask him out…what’s the worst that could happen?[/i] Greg didn’t know, but he did worry that there wasn’t going to be a chance. This still felt too weird, too…wrong. The last time he felt like this, he’d stayed home from school, and the next day, there was a report of someone bringing a gun to class. Nobody got hurt, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse than it had been. He rubbed the back of his head as he waited for his name to be called, knowing it was going to happen soon. They wouldn’t waste his time, just like they knew that they wouldn’t want him wasting theirs. [i]What’s going on? What the fuck is going on?[/i] “…want to have at least one for myself…” Greg blinked, but very carefully didn’t move anything else. The intercom had turned on, and he was pretty sure that they weren’t supposed to be talking about anything but directions right now. Besides, he hadn’t heard that voice before. It sounded a bit rugged, a bit rough, like someone that had been smoking for a while. Then there was another one, younger, a bit whiny sounding. “But dad, you said – you know I want them all.” “You two. I told you, I would decide what happened later,” the first voice, the one that had been directing them forward, said. “I will tell you my final decision after the last experiment.” “You know you’re not going to find more of these things without my help,” the rugged voice said. “I’m the only one that knows how to track these things down. If you don’t let me have at least one of them…” “But they’re so hot! They’re perfect for me,” said the whiny one. “Shut up. Both of you. I will give you my decision at the end of this.” Greg didn’t like the sound of that. Didn’t like the sound of it at all, for that matter. It seemed like something was going on with the experiments that Dexter and the suit-guy had been part of, and… Hell, if he didn’t know better, it sounded like they were arguing over who got to take them away… [i]That’s crazy. People can’t belong to people…[/i] Unless there was something [i]really[/i] bad in the contract that he hadn’t noticed, maybe, but even then… Before he could think to get out of there, the intercom turned up, and he realized that the voices were done arguing. The main one talked again. “Subject Greg, you will move to the airlock.” [i]They’re planning something funny. They’re going to try and do something to me, too.[/i] The swimmer got up, uncrossing his arms as he tried not to look too suspicious. If they thought that he’d overheard them, things might get worse. For now, he walked over to the airlock, taking a few deep breaths. He needed to focus on what was happening. He was probably the strongest one of the three of them. If he played this well, then he could get through it without falling to the same tricks that Dexter and the other guy had. [i]So hot, though? I mean, Dexter was cute, but…[i] No, he needed to focus on the situation. Not on the cute guy. Forward thinking. Goal oriented stuff. That was what the coaches always encouraged. The airlock opened and he stepped through. The sudden clatter of it shutting behind him sent a chill down his spine, and not a good one. “Please proceed down the central corridor,” the voice said. [i]As if there was any others to go down,[/i] he thought, anxiety starting to get the best of him. [i]They can’t get out this side. The doors are slammed shut.[/i] Which meant that the one behind him was probably going to close, too, sealing him in the experiment room at the end of the corridor. They were not taking any chances with whatever it was they’d found, that was for sure. And he was pretty sure now that they weren’t worried about diseases or anything else that might have been unearthed with these mystery items. He walked down the metal corridor, looking back the way he’d come once or twice, half-suspecting that the door was going to crash down right behind him. It didn’t, but he didn’t shake the fear. They had to know that he realized something was up by now, but if they did, they didn’t say anything. He was led right up to a new door, one that had a window in it. He hesitated, then looked through. A metal table and a bit of fur on top of it. Not much, when you came right down to it, but he doubted that there was anything innocent about…whatever it was. “Subject will enter the room,” the intercom stated as the airlock opened. Greg shook his head as he stepped inside, hearing the unmistakable click of the first airlock shutting in the distance as this one followed. He was now sealed away from the exit by multiple doors, and as far as he could tell, there was no way out of the room. [i]There’s gonna be some secret passage or something…bet Dexter would know where it was.[/i] The nerd was on his mind more than he expected, and at any other time, that would have been a great feeling. At this point in time, however, he needed to focus on everything else that was going on. If he didn’t figure this out, then he was in trouble. Greg deliberately avoided the table, circling around it and looking at the walls in the room. They were all smooth metal, a marked difference from the concrete floor. He imagined that there had to be a seam somewhere that opened into a secret passageway. That’d be the way it went in an action movie, at least. But what would they be here and now? How was he going to be allowed to – “Subject will pick up the item on the table.” “I have a name, you know!” “Subject will pick up the item on the table, and not backtalk.” “Oh, you call that backtalk?” “Subject will find himself gassed and made to start over if he continues to defy his directions.” He glared up at the corner of the room at what he could only assume to be the intercom, assuming that there were a bunch of eggheads in another room watching him and sneering to themselves. Oh, how they must love putting a jock in his place. He’d just imagine that they were all the sort of people that were shoved into their own lockers in high school. Shaking his head, he turned back to the table. It didn’t have much on it, only a strange sort of quill. Except that it wasn’t made of feathers, but something furry, something long and tail-like. He cocked his head to the side, leaning over the edge of the table to get a better look. It was definitely made of tails, now that he had a better chance to look at it. Two tails, for that matter, split at the base to form a sort of furry V, and joined together by a little metal nub at the very base. It looked like a very clunky way of writing, but the more he stared at it, the more he felt…different. Tingly. Warm. Very warm, as a matter of fact. Greg panted softly as he felt the air heat up around him, almost like he had just run a marathon or done a couple dozen laps in the pool. He fluffed his t-shirt a few times, shaking his head as he felt a few beads of sweat appear on his forehead. As he kept staring at the tails, he swore that something else was happening, that it was starting to…to do something. It was almost like they were glowing, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? “Subject [i]will[/i] touch the item.” “Alright, alright…” Not that he had much of a choice. If he didn’t touch the item, they’d gas him, wake him up, and then tell him to do it again. They’d be in a long-lasting stalemate until he finally did what they said, and he doubted that stonewalling them would serve any purpose except to piss them off. He reached out, taking the tail pen by the metal nub – “Ah!” And instantly, gold and white began to spread. He gasped, trying to drop the metal, but it floated from his fingers and spun around him. The tip continued to dribble the strange gold color along his arms and then up to his shoulders, but it wasn’t until it touched his shirt that he realized that something was horrendously wrong. His shirt was melting. Every time one of the yellow droplets landed on it, a bit more of his shirt faded away, and as it did, more of his skin was exposed. In seconds, the whole thing was ripped to shreds, falling off of him and hitting the floor as it continued to disintegrate under the liquid assault. Greg tried to run away, but the tail pen followed him, dripping more and more over him until his pants were little more than ragged holes with a bit of denim around them. They fell into dust, and his underwear followed shortly after, his cock flopping out into the open and his balls following. “What the fuck?!” “Subject will allow the item contact with him.” “Screw that!” “Subject will allow it, or –” “Relax,” the rugged voice said. “This one’s a bit more aggressive. Heh. Should have seen it when I picked it up…” He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew better than to slow down and find out. He kept running around the room, feeling his shoes finally rip through as the leather in them finally gave way. The sole of the shoes came off first, then the sides split, leaving him in nothing but a pair of socks. Soon, even they were removed, burned off of him by the acidic ink that only seemed to damage clothing…but while it wasn’t damaging his skin, it was definitely doing something to him. The gold color was spreading further and further up his arms, and the white touched his belly and his hands, as well as the soles of his feet. His tanned skin paled immediately, going as white as snow, and he shivered as he felt a tingle remain after. [i]What the fuck is going on?[/i] He didn’t know, but it had to be something about the way that the tails were chasing him around. They kept trying to get behind him, to push into place near the base of his spine. Were they seriously trying to – He tripped over the edge of the table. Greg didn’t fall, catching himself in time, but it was too late. He’d spun around, his ass was pushed back – “NNNGH!” The metal nib darted right for the base of his spine. It didn’t [i]hurt[/i] when it jabbed him, but it definitely stung when it forced its way into his spine. A bruise or something of the sort, and he shivered as he felt the heat from before start up again. As he looked over his shoulder, there was no more denying it. The tails were on fire, shimmering with a golden light. They continued to glow, brighter and brighter, almost like they were going to burst into a genuine bonfire. And as they glowed, the gold color that stained him from head to toe suddenly flared into life, bursting from his flesh in a coat of fur that grew thick and fluffy along his limbs and down his back and chest. The white fur covered his nipples completely, and he could no longer see his belly-button, either. Around his crotch, he could see the fur doing something else, rolling up in folds of flesh around the base of his cock. His eyes just about bugged out of their sockets as he watched his penis disappear into the flesh tube, the sides of it turning a bright pink and then a deeper red. By the time that the head was sliding inside, it was even changing shape, the tip turning tapered and pointed, and he realized what the bump at the bottom of the sheath must have been. It was a canine shaft, something that he had never before seen on a person…and it felt…weird. Sensitive. He didn’t have long to dwell on that before the tails grinding into the base of his spine expanded, growing longer and hanging down over his bare ass. He shivered as they started to sway from side to side, getting brighter, gleaming with some strange energy as it stroked his rump, and then up along his sides. They were going higher and higher, like some stranger’s wandering hands, right up to – “GAH! Get away – mmmph!” The tails reached his chest, starting to rub along the sides of his pecs. They had been so smooth before, but as the tails reached over his nipples, rubbing them through the fur, he almost doubled over from how sensitive they felt. “Nnngh…ah…ah…” Greg panted as he slumped forward on the table, his chest resting against his arms as he struggled to pull himself back up. Yet, every time that the tails stroked across his chest, he could feel the pleasure rushing back again, bursting through him like fireworks. The heat in his chest expanded…and so did his chest. It was ballooning outwards, growing and filling out more by the second. His nipples pushed out into the open air once more, and as his cock throbbed, pushing out of its sheath under the table, Greg could not take his eyes off of the bubbling breasts on his chest. [i]Impossible…simply…impossible…[/i] He shook his head as he held his hands in front of them, white-furred paws in place of human hands just a few inches forward. Yet, his breasts continued to push out, getting larger, heavier, rolling out until they were past the size of any girl in school. And yet, they still kept growing. Somehow, he felt…uncovered. Embarrassed in a way that didn’t fit how he normally felt. Not because it was embarrassing to be seen, but rather that it was embarrassing to be seen like this, by [i]these[/i] people. As his breasts continue to grow, passing from D to E cup, he lifted his arms to cover them, and he surprised himself at how…stateful it was. How elegant. As he covered his chest, he was aware of something else. An expectation, a feeling that they were not yet done. They needed to be bigger yet before they were…not finished, but proper. It was so…odd to feel that, but considering how much it removed him from the awkwardness of the situation, he was happy to go along with it. He stood up, feeling the pressure of the transformation running through him, changing more and more everywhere it went. It was rippling through his chest and down his middle, pulling his waist in and slowly pushing his hips out. The gurgling, bubbling feeling there was particularly…undignified, however pleasant it was. Sitting on the edge of the table, the changing athlete pulled his legs back, feeling them changing, as well. His thighs were filling out, becoming less muscular and more curved, more…fulsome, if that was a term for it. They were elegant, though, and he felt a strange pride at the sensation of them. As he sat up, one arm still crossed over breasts that were well into the F sizes, he could feel his feet changing, too. The fur on them was fine and smooth, and on the underside, he could feel sensitive pads pushing in. They were getting soft and shiny, too, a bit slick with a hint of sweat. [i]Not very ladylike,[/i] he thought, and then blinked as he realized what he had just thought. [i]Not very…[/i] Well, why not? It was hardly proper to dismiss what was happening. Regardless of the fact that there was still a dick down there, everything else was hardly relative to a ‘he’. [i]A she is a little more appropriate at this point,[/i] she thought, looking down at her delicate fingers, turning them up and looking at the dark claws growing out of the ends of her fingers. [i]And one must be proper and appropriate for the situation…[/i] For all that it was wrong for [i]these[/i] people to stare at her transformation, it didn’t feel wrong to be exposed. It merely felt like there were those below her station that were getting the chance to see the show. One had to earn the right to see tits like these, particularly when they were attached to a person like her. As she thought about that, she realized the name ‘Greg’ didn’t seem very fitting for a finely-furred one such as herself. The pride in herself was growing, and she needed a name for it. [i]Kin.[/i] The name popped into her head, and she decided that it would do, at least for now. She had always been an exceptional one. Now, it was merely a step from being an exceptional athlete to being an exceptional…something else. [i]What am I?[/i] she wondered, holding her free hand up before her eyes. Her palm had pads upon it, and she was most definitely not human with all this fur, but what – “Nnngh…” She brought her hand to her face as her lips and nose started pushing forward, gradually expanding out from her face. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was so different, so strange compared to what she had been feeling before. She ran her fingers along her cheeks, feeling them narrow around a growing… Muzzle. She was getting a muzzle. As she felt the tingle around her ears, the pressure of them sliding up along the sides of her head, she realized that she was becoming some sort of animal creature. However, it wasn’t until her muzzle was fully grown in and she could see the shape of it in the airlock glass that she realized what she was. “Kitsune…” She said it out loud, her voice higher than it had been, and her ears flicked back as she realized just how shrill it was. That was not the voice of a proper woman, but she would deal with that later. Her tails raised behind her, and she felt the passing of air against her rump, felt the way that it shifted as she got to her feet. It was definitely bigger than it had been, heftier and finer, the sort of cushion that a proud woman would be able to sit on all day long. Not that she planned to do much sitting. Kin smiled, one arm still over her chest as her breasts finally stopped their constant growth, sitting just under a G cup and threatening to spill around her restraining limb. She turned her head, looking up at the walls, knowing that there was a camera up there somewhere. “And is this the ‘hot’ creature that you were planning to keep?” she asked. The intercom was silent, and she knew that had scored a point. It was probably stupid to gloat like that, but… Well, as far as a bodily exchange, she had done surprisingly well with what she’d gained in turn. However, she had not merely lost a human body, but the ability to blend into polite society, as well as the chance to live the life that she’d already planned for herself. Kin was not best pleased at that, and she wasn’t above letting someone else know of her displeasure. After a few moments, the intercom buzzed to life. The main voice didn’t sound best pleased, and even sounded like he was restraining someone. “Subject will submit to security forces.” “I will?” The wall hummed, and just as she had expected, a secret passageway opened up. She turned to watch as the men inside poured out, all of them looking at her with electrified weapons in hand. Kin arched an eyebrow. “I see. I suppose that it is too much to hope that you would be here to escort me out of the building?” “You are now company property. You are no longer human, so the laws against human slavery do not apply.” “That is correct. I am more than human.” She flicked her tails, feeling a hint of something back there. Something…different. The tails had been what had transformed her, after all. When she had been he, when Kin had been Greg, she had always been good at adapting to new circumstances and new tools. The tails felt like one of those. One of the guards approached her, pulling at her arm. He exposed her breasts, and she sniffed. “Remove your hand,” she said. “You’re due in the cell.” CRACK! She snapped her tails, and the guard jumped back, holding his wrist. She had barely thought about doing it, and yet, it seemed to have done something. He gripped his hand tightly, hissing. Of course, she wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. The other security guards dog-piled her, knocking her down and shocking her into unconsciousness. # Kin woke with her arms tied behind her back, her legs pinned to the floor and her feet upturned. She was made to kneel with her wide rump pressed down against her soles, and as she wiggled her toes, she could feel her ass jiggling in time to the movements. More importantly, she knew that there were people outside of her cell, probably believing that she was still unconscious. Kin felt no particular reason to disabuse them of that assumption. “She guessed what happened, dad,” the whiny voice said. “She knows what’s going on. You can’t just hand her over.” “You will, if you want me to keep bringing you more of those artifacts. You saw what she did to that guard; he’s not going to be using that hand for months.” [i]Obviously I did more than merely damage his hand, then…[/i] “But she’s hot. And besides, dad, you know she’s gonna go and tell someone if she leaves. Even if we can turn her back.” “I can keep her under control if I take her with me,” the rugged voice said. “I’ll make sure that she never does anything against your company values, but I [i]require[/i] something out of this.” “You’re being well paid, sir,” the standard voice said. “You were paid your fee.” “Uh-huh. And how do you plan to expand this, now that you know how they work, huh? Don’t think I didn’t see what you were doing…” The company obviously didn’t have more of the artifacts, but what they would do with more of them would have been a mystery…if she didn’t have a clue as to what had happened to the guard. Kin looked over her shoulder, staring at her tails. They still glowed on a low level, the illumination just enough to send a shadow ahead of her. It wasn’t a simple bio-illumination, though. It was the same magic that had transformed her…and she was pretty sure that her blow had done something to the guard’s hand, too. And if that was the case, if Dexter and the other guy had been transformed, too, then that meant… That meant that magic was real. And if magic was real, then there was every reason to want to harness every possible way to transform someone and give them that power. The one that held onto that ability would control a good chunk of the world with it, and Kin knew that this company would not let that slide through their grip. No company would. The whiny voice. He probably wanted them for toys. He had said as much before, and she was sure that her body had appealed. Possibly one of the others, depending on how they had been transformed. [i]We don’t know enough.[/i] Kin shook her head. The conversation outside had stopped, and the door opened. She caught sight of two other humans – one bearded and angry, the other young and preening – before it shut, and she had to focus her attention on the man that stood in front of her, instead. That one was of middle age, standing in a suit that was neither overly fancy nor entirely casual. He pulled at his tie, not in nerves, but in the way of a man getting comfortable. Worst of all, he was smiling. She didn’t trust that smile. “I see that you’re awake again. You hurt one of my guards, you realize.” “I was threatened.” “You aren’t human,” he repeated. “There are no rights that they have to recognize when it comes to you.” “Yet, you don’t want to see me leave to talk about it.” “A man might offer a woman hospitality.” “Hospitality that may not be refused, judging by my restraints.” “…You sound different than when we interviewed you,” he said. “What’s going on?” “I am a kitsune now, and you wonder why I talk differently.” “…Fair point. It is a dumb question in hindsight.” “Indeed. A smarter one would be, ‘What is going to happen to me and the others?’” “Heh, not that it matters to you at this point. Nothing you can do to change it.” Still, the middle-aged man looked over his shoulder before looking back at her. “You’ll be given to different owners. You and the other one, Dexter. The pair of you are going to be given to my son to make him shut the fuck up.” “I assume he is the one going on about how hot we are.” “Yes…I’m not pleased with him, but he [i]is[/i] in possession of a great deal of money. The investors prefer to deal with him rather than me, and he doesn’t send [i]everything[/i] on when someone gives him a check.” “…We are to be his whores, then.” “Pretty much. You’ll start your training in a bit.” “And the third?” “Julian?” Her captor shrugged. “Given to the guy that found all these things. He requires a bit of payment, too.” “Payment you are loathe to give in either case.” “…That’s not any of your concern.” “Heh…but it might be. A lady does not let herself get traded cheaply.” “…I think it’s time for you to start your training.” Kin didn’t like the sound of that, but she was pleased with herself on one level, at least. She had managed to intimidate someone high up the company lists, and that meant that she knew more than she should. As the human left, she felt her restraints changing. The metal bands along her thighs pulled her upwards, dragging her off of her feet. A hole in the floor opened, a dildo rising out from beneath, and it slid between her ass cheeks, grinding along the plush rump she had to find her hole. In front of her, another rod came up, sliding between her tits. She felt a slight tingle as it went between them, and shivered as it thrust along the soft space between the fleshy globes. A lady would not moan from a mere grind on her breasts…but this was different than just a slow grind. And she wasn’t entirely a lady. Worst, there was a heat lamp that came out behind her, one that hovered right over her soles. Almost immediately, she could feel her fur and pads start to soak with sweat, the heat sinking in and making her wince uncomfortably. The slippery feeling spread along her soles and then between her toes. [i]So undignified…[/i] And yet, for all that, her sheath was spilling her cock out already, letting it out to throb as her breasts were teased and bounced, as her feet started to burn from the heat, as the dildo pushed up against her hole. It wasn’t what she wanted…but she could take it…and she might even learn to enjoy it. She shivered as a third dildo slid across her feet, smearing the sweat droplets that were bursting out from the heat lamp across her soles. She could only imagine that this was something else that the spoiled brat would want from her, something to tease him as she laid there for his pleasure. [i]There must be a way out of this…and if the others are being trained like this, too…[/i] If they had been affected by the same standard of magic, then there must be magic that they could use, as well. She had snapped her tail through the wrist guard of the security officer, and that blow had been enough to transform his arm to a bird-like limb, and then snap the bone. It wasn’t kind, but it was efficient…and it showed that she could manage that much of a minor transformation. If she could do that now, what could the others do? And if she could do this now, what might she be able to do with a little bit of practice? She hoped the training didn’t get too bad. She needed time to puzzle this out… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]