I asked my watchers on FurAffinity to submit requests for a series of pictures, starting with a human model. Each week I would pick one or more of the requests at random and transform her accordingly. This time I also wrote a story to accompany the images.
Genny has signed all applicable waivers before participating in this experiment. Before she was drugged and taken to an undisclosed facility, she was made aware of and consented to three things: She will be used as a test subject for various physical transformations; she will not be allowed to leave the facility until all of her transformations are complete; and upon the conclusion of the experiment, she will be given compensation in the form of ten million United States dollars and the option to be transformed permanently into any form she wishes.
Genny has woken up in a strange bed, her memories slightly hazy from whatever was used to knock her out. All she knows for sure is that the dull pain in her arm wasn't there before.
Genny flops back on the bed, startled at the sudden growth of two new, fully-functional arms. As she stares at her new fingers wiggling around, all of her memories of the experiment come back to her. She realizes more changes are probably in store for her, but she doesn't want to face them in the tattered, skimpy clothing the testing people had given her. She spies a closet and wonders if it offers anything better to wear.
Genny no sooner dons the clothes from the closet when she feels a twinge in her back and a heaviness in her chest that signal the beginning of new changes. She stares in surprise, and a bit of admiration, as her breasts fill out her tube top a little bit more. Meanwhile, a playful leopard-spotted tail snakes its way out of her skirt and flicks about in the air. Genny spends a few minutes practicing moving the tail, as well as her new arms, until a piercing buzz explodes around the room. She brings all four arms up to cover her ears, stacking hand upon hand to better stifle the sound. She looks about for the source of the annoying buzz. The echoey walls makes it hard to pinpoint, but finally she realizes it sounds very much like an alarm clock. Spotting one on the table on the opposite side of the bed, Genny dives across the mattress and slams one of her hands over the clock. The sound stops abruptly, but Genny feels a pinch in her palm. Raising up her hand, she sees a small pin prick in the skin. She looks closely at the clock. A tiny hole is embedded in the button at the top. She carefully pushes down on the edge of the button to expose a needle, tinted green by a shiny thin substance on its tip.
Genny sat on her bed in concern. She had always wanted to fly, but having four wings would have made it impossible even if she were outside. She test-flapped them for a minute until a grumbling down below told her she needed to get some food. Seeing one side of the room contained a kitchenette, she hoped she could find something to eat in the refrigerator. Waddling over to it on her taloned legs, she slipped one wing through the fridge door handle and pulled. It hurt a little, but the door opened. Inside were many various food offerings, but all of them were packaged. Genny wondered if she would have to eat her way through the plastic to get to the yogurt or hot dogs. Just then, a scraping noise across the room startled her. A tray had been slipped through the floor slot of the reinforced metal door leading out of the testing room. On it sat a doggie bowl full of cereal. Genny approached it, feeling embarrassed to be reduced to eating like an animal, but resolved to satiate her hunger however conveniently she could. At least it was her favorite kind of cereal.
Genny recoiled at the sight of the slender, squeaky tentacle things that had just sprouted from her sides. They bent and writhed in the air, following her every mental command. Despite her growing nervousness about the transformations, she was amazed how flexible these new appendages were. They weren't hands, but at least she could manipulate objects better than before. Feeling thirsty after her cereal, she walked back over to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Holding the bottle firmly in one tentacle while twisting the cap off with the other, she quickly found that their coordination was still lacking. The bottle was upended and she accidentally spilled half its contents...
Genny shook her four bird legs to rid them of the serum. She couldn't believe she had done this to herself. She spotted a small trash bin next to the cabinets in the kitchenette and disposed of the bottle. No longer daring to quench her thirst, she flitted around the spacious testing room, intrigued by the way her new legs postured themselves. She wished she only had two wings, and that she was light enough to be able to fly, and that she was outdoors...but of course, that wasn't going to happen. The scientists wouldn't want their test subject flying off, would they? Genny looked around for something to do. One corner of the room was laid out like a living room, with a chair and tables, decorated with a couple of miniature sculptures, and a bookshelf. While browsing the titles on the books' spines, Genny's tail idly swayed in the air, knocking over one of the sculptures. Strange-smelling purple gas exploded out of the broken ceramic, sending Genny into a coughing fit and triggering another change.
Wheezing from the gas, Genny fanned it away with her four wings. The effort was too late to prevent her from inhaling enough of it for it to have an effect. She had a sudden but brief bout of dizziness as her head was thrust upward. Shaking off the lingering disorientation, she realized that she had grown a long giraffe's neck, complete with fur and spots. No longer in the mood to explore the room's literary offerings, Genny trotted back to the bed. She'd had enough craziness for one morning, and decided it was best to not do a thing more until she'd wrapped her head around her changes. Unfortunately, she saw that the bed was now too small to accommodate a creature of her size, and her complex frame couldn't find a comfortable lying position anyway. Seeing no other option, Genny walked to the door, banging on it with both tentacles. She shouted to be let out. After a few minutes of banging and yelling, her throat and tentacles began to hurt and she gave it up. Her actions weren't in vain, however, as the slot at the bottom of the door opened for a brief time, in order for a tray to be slid through with a small plate holding a single chewable tablet. On a slip of paper was a message: "The experiment will conclude one hour after you ingest this tablet." Needless to say, Genny didn't waste any time.
Genny idled her time away picking things up with her new hands. She decided to herself that she would never take them for granted again. The relief at regaining the ability to grasp and manipulate things eased her frustrations tremendously, though she still found it hard to concentrate on moving all of her diverse appendages. She paced around the room on her four raccoon paws, flexed her tentacles, and tried to find an appreciation for the diverse and unique qualities of her temporary form. She pondered the different changes, thinking about what aspects she wouldn't mind having permanently. The hour would soon be up, and it would be time to determine her award...
Genny walked out of the science center with a smile on her face so broad even her impressive trunk couldn't hide it. The day's bizarre changes had been completely removed, much to her relief, but in a way they helped her decide on a form she could be confident she wanted. Elephants were one of her favorite animals, so she had that species in mind from the start. The decision to make herself a taur was inspired, though, by her experience with multiple legs in the test chamber. She enjoyed the feel of four heavy feet on the ground. The hefty gait and stable, surefooted posture may not have been the fastest possible walk, but it was still an elegant one. Eager to explore everything this body could do, she curled her trunk and twitched her ears as she walked to her car.
Her...very small, made-for-a-biped car...
THE END!
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