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The community center was quiet that late evening. The crew of the Urban Lawn Council had kept the seminar open past seven but it seemed like no one else wanted to hear their spiel on proper lawn care. The flyer said that the presentation was up to 8:00 though, so they had to stay. It was their *duty*.

There was a table of refreshments-- sandwiches, donuts, coffee and bottles of water-- that was going to go to waste in a half hour when the seminar closed so Edna walked over to get herself something-- just a bite to hold off her hunger until she could go out and get some supper out around town.

There, standing by the table, was Donnie. Edna scoped him out like she usually did. He was 6'2" and had strong shoulders. That day he chose to wear a green polo shirt and neat beige slacks to enhance the nice lawn atmosphere. Between his handsomeness and his clothing, he looked like he could have taken the front cover of a yardwork magazine.

Edna had been pining for him over the couple months she had been doing volunteer work for the Urban Lawn Council. The young lady was single and looking, although not looking very hard. Donnie would have been a nice catch if Edna could have gotten him. The girl was too shy to ask if he was available, though.

When Edna approached the table, Donnie turned to her and grinned. Edna tried to smile naturally and not crook up her mouth with her nervousness. "H... hey!"

"Busy day, huh?" asked Donnie, looking around the conference room. There were a lot of empty seats, lots of empty floor space, and all eight persons presents were part of the Council. 

Edna faked wiping her brow. "It's been murder, hasn't it?"

It wasn't a happening place. Not a lot of people had been at that community center although Edna saw other people were using another large room for wardrobe or something. The community center was not an ideal place for putting on a play but maybe all the theaters were booked, thought Edna.

Donnie smirked. "Keep your chin up. We're almost done."

"Yep," said Edna. Her smile broke. "Honestly, I would have wanted more people to come around." She looked around the room. "Do you think we need eight people to host this?"

Donnie shrugged. "I think so. Everyone has their specialty. I handle weed-removal, Terrie handles fertilizer, and you specialize on shrubbery."

Edna giggled. "Mulch, actually."

Donnie smirked. "Oh right. I get you mixed up with Michelle."

There was a giggle. Edna didn't like the idea of being misremembered by some guy she wanted to bring into bed but Donnie's tone was so warm and friendly, she felt like it was a genuine mistake. 

Donnie walked off to rearrange the display table one last time before closing. Edna stayed by the refeshments table. Edna checked out Donnie's butt as he walked away.

I got to get some of that, thought Edna.



Unbeknownst to the lawn care crew, the community center had other occupants that evening: non-human ones. Down the halls, on the other side of the center, in the performance rooms so humble there was a film production going on.

But the film production wasn't being made by humans but *zoomans*-- humanoid animals. There was Laretta the turtle directing. She sat on the director's chair dressed in a pale long-sleeved shirt, a pair of rosy chinos with a hole on the back for her small tail, and a pair of eyeglasses. Like her zooman friends, she was barefoot letting her scaly feet rest on the tile floor.

There was Jomi, a golden retriever, standing behind a camera stand with the lens aimed at the set. The boom mike was handled by Narota the stygimoloch, holding the mic above the two lead actors. He had a foot of height on everyone else and was a large guy overall, with his black t-shirt fitting closely to his muscular body.

The actors in the production were Nelly and Keith. Nelly was an overweight manatee lady that wore a low-cut blouse that let those big globes in front of her show off their cleavage. Even approaching fifty, the starlet could turn a head and evoke a boner. Keith was a hunky leopard. He was young but looked good in his shirt and tie with his whip-like tail hanging out behind him.

Then there was Pomraide, the camel. Dressed in black robes and staring out onto the set with a sinister aura, Pomraide was the set technician who used her special abilities to help the filming process along.

Laretta the director looked at the manatee's waistline. "This scene takes place six months after, right?" She had a copy of the screenplay sitting on a table. She picked it up and flipped through it. "She should be heavier." She looked over at Pomraide. "Hey, Pomraide. Give Nelly some fat, would ya?"

Pomraide got up and walked up to Nelly. The manatee extended her arms out presentingly and Pomraide fired a bolt of magic out of her finger. Nelly's belly fat jiggled, then settled, looking a little flabbier than before! Nelly patted down her inflated fat and smiled, her whiskers splaying.

"Great," said Laretta. She put the book down. "Ok, now... action!"

Jomi steadied his camera shot. Keith approached Nelly, taking her frontal fat in his hands and holding it like fresh water from a waterfall. He smiled. "Bethanie... I *require* your love!"

Nelly took Keith's hands and took them off her body. "You don't *require* any part of me. All you have is desire!"

Something was off. Laretta scanned the set. It was empty. Aside from Nelly and Keith, there was no other people on set. A subway station needed other commuters! It was a ghost town and it would have looked odd if there wasn't background activity.

"Cut!" shouted Laretta.

Nelly sighed and put her hands on her hips. "What *now?*"

"A subway needs other commuters," said Laretta.

"Where are we going to get other actors?" asked Nelly. She looked around the set. "It's fine. Maybe it's a slow night at the subway station."

Laretta sighed. She thought about having Pomraide and Narota walking around in the shot while the turtle herself handled the boom mike but then a chuckle rung down the hallway from one of the other rooms. It was the *humans*. The turtle director thought that maybe they could help her out with a lack of extras on set.

"Everyone take five," she got up for her seat. "Pomraide, come with me."

Pomraide didn't like being asked to do things outside her job description. Laretta could be such a commanding boss. On the other hand, the camel had a feeling-- as she and the turtle director left the room-- some fun was about to begin.



Edna saw Terrie starting to fold the cardboard stands they had by the conference room's large mirror. They had printed the stands out earlier with all of the impressive lawn care information they had to provide. It wasn't quite 8:00 but it was getting close. It was alright to close up shop so Edna walked over and helped Terrie take down the set.

"This was a good day," said Terrie, "We had *six* people come by!"

Terrie. Always the optimist. That evening she was wearing a striped shirt with its long sleeves rolled up, a gray skirt and black leggings.

"Yeah..." said Edna with a chuckle.

"What were you doing after?" asked Terrie.

Edna felt her stomach pang. "Going for some dinner."

"I could go--"

Terrie was cut off by a scream. They looked over at the door and saw a coworker pointing at two people walking in the room. An audible gasp came over the room. People snapped out of their chairs. 

Edna stared at the people and noticed something was off. They had masks on which turned Edna's blood cold: were they robbers? But as Edna stared in fright, she noticed that the people looked very real. The lizard and camel masks that the two people were wearing... they weren't masks! They were real! 

"Greetings, humans," said Pomraide, "We're sorry to interrupt but we require a favor..."

Laretta cleared her throat and took a step before Pomraide. She said, "We just need some extras in our little film production."

Their mouths *moved*! The mouths of the strange people moved like they were real. It couldn't have been a mask! Edna couldn't believe what she was seeing. What were they? Aliens? Monsters? A nightmare? Had she worked too hard and was now in the middle of an insanity-induced delusion?

"What's going on?" asked Donnie. He got up from his chair and walked over. "What are you?"

"I'm a turtle," said Laretta.

Donnie flinched at that answer. He rubbed his hands-- a nervous twitch. He gulped. "*How?*"

Laretta snerked and scratched the front of her belly. "Because my father was a turtle!"

No one could believe what they were seeing or hearing. Turtles were simple creatures that walked on the ground at a slow rate. They were not human-sized persons that wore jumpers and talked with a tone that sounded like they went to Harvard!

"B-but...!" Donnie clenched his hands at them like it would literally help him grasp what they were.

"That said..." Laretta looked over a Pomraide, giving her a cue. "What you guys are about to become has *nothing* to do with your parents!"

Pomraide raised her hand and fired a bolt of magic at Donnie. Before he even had a chance to react, once the light consuming him had faded he noticed his hand had changed. It was pinker and his claws were longer. It felt like a mild hallucination until he noticed his feet. His shoes were gone and his feet had turned pink as well, having a rodent look to them. 

As he gazed at the floor, the large snout in front of him caught his eyes. No longer was there a simple human nose between his eyes but a long snout with gray fur. He took his hands to it and quivered when he could *feel* his own hands rub against the appendage hanging off his face.

His mouth was changed, his tongue was changed, and while he was rubbing his snout, his sweater sleeve lowered to reveal gray fur on his arm. He knew then that he had been transformed-- into an animal much like the two intruders that had arrived.

Pomraide fired more bolts of magic around the room, turning one person after another into animal people-- zoomans. Edna couldn't believe what she was seeing, even as she watched a bolt fly across the room and hit Terrie-- turning the girl into a dove! White feathers and a pale beak. Terrie's shoes disappeared revealed pink scaled feet!

Edna didn't even have a moment to gawk at her friend's transformation before a bolt came her way. It was a flash of blue light and then the light faded to show that Edna's hands were green and clawless. Her feet, too, which she could see since the transformation removed her shoes!

That was enough to make Edna's heart beat so fast it was a timpani. The world faded around her, everything turned silent, as her breathing picked up. That's when a truly weird and new sensation hit her body. It was like her throat was jutting out a foot in front of her.

But she took a hand up to her neck and twitched when it turned out to be the case! Her neck had *inflated*. What sick mutant did those monsters turn her into? She felt her face and sensed a wide mouth and smooth skin. Her head was smooth. 

The mirror! There was a wall-mirror in the corner so on bare feet she walked over to the mirror to see what horrors were in store. It wasn't Edna staring back at her-- it was a green frog lady!

Edna's breathing heaved like a steam pump. Her sac filled and emptied like a balloon! She was a frog!

"Ahhhhh!"

Terrie wasn't taking it well either. She looked at her hands, her feathery white hands, and collapsed on her knees in despair. Her beak curled in fright and tears rode down her feathery cheeks. She toppled over and flailed her legs around, unable to believe what her body had become.

She could only scream. "G-guuuh! Gaaaaaah! G'oooooo!"

Pomraide fired a few more bolts of magic across the room and transformed the last few humans. Perfect accuracy. The camel looked around the room at all the new zoomans freaking out at their transformations and trembling in despair. The crew had a good crop of extras to stick in the background of their film!

Laretta gave the room a scan herself and concurred that sentiment. She clapped her hands together and cleared her throat. "Very well. Now if you--"

*"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"*

It was Terrie, bawling on the floor. The dove girl was lying on her side and had her head down in a pool of tears of her own making. Loud bellows followed strained sobs that followed shaky breaths. No one in that room was happy about being transformed but Terrie was so shaken that she couldn't push herself off the floor! 

Edna thought to help her but all she could do was stare at her dove friend, the frog girl terrified herself and unable to say a word or even lift an arm. The frog girl, sac inflated, stared at her distraught dove friend.

Laretta rolled her eyes and walked over to the dove. She stook her hands to her side. "Come on, now. It can't be that bad."

*"BaaaaAAAAAAH!!!"*

Terrie was in no mood for consolation. Laretta's words weren't reaching her. The dove girl was distraught, her face leaking and her anguish heavy.

Laretta took a finger to her collar. She stepped forward to help the girl on her feet. "Now let's get you--"

*"Eeeee-aaaaah!"*

Terrie wasn't having it. She stared at the turtle director in horror and pushed herself away from the demonic turtle. Laretta tried rubbing her shoulder to calm her down but the dove swatted her away. She screamed and bawled, everyone else watching the show.

Pomraide came up behind Laretta, the camel putting a hand on the turtle's shoulder. They took a step aside, and Pomraide leaned close. "I think it's about time you brought out *Laxia*." 

Laretta sighed but she knew it was true. Pomraide reached into her cloak and brought out a lantern-- a lantern made of iron framing with some bronze screws and blue glass around its glowing center. Laretta took the lantern and brought it over to Terrie.

Terrie saw the lantern and knew it was bad news. She shrieked-- breaking Laretta's ear drums but ultimately not stopping the turtle director from lifting the lantern before Terrie and activating the magical device. It glowed brighter and a blue fog emerged from its form, descended unto Terrie.

Terrie only had a short moment to scream in terror before the blue fog took her body and her eyes relaxed. For a second, she was completely still aside from her foot twitching. Her postured then relaxed and she blinked, looking around with curious eyes.

The dove leaned up and rolled her shoulders. She looked up at the turtle. "How's it going, Laretta? Long time no see."

"Good day, Laxia," said Laretta. "We were having a problem with one of our extras so we need your calm disposition to take over her body for awhile."

Laxia raised her arms up, stretching them high. The dove tugged at her skirt and sighed. "Why can't you ever get me to possess someone with fashion sense?"

Pomraide stepped forward. "We should have some new clothes in wardrobe."

Laxia got on her feet. Laretta looked around. Every one of the former humans were frightened. The turtle waved a hand at them. "Everyone, come along!"

The transformed zoomans, whimpering and scared, followed Laretta out of the room. As unmotivated they were to walk around the community center, they worried what the turtle and camel could do to them. If the camel could transform them, what else could she have done?

Laxia always had to get caught up with everyone and it had been awhile since she was out of the lantern. Laretta was there and so was Pomraide-- it was obviously a movie shoot.

"Is Narota around?" asked Laxia. "It's been awhile since I saw him."

Pomraide nodded. "He's back on set."

Laxia smiled. She sized up chest and placed her hands underneath it to weight her tits. They were hefty! "I'll have to clean myself up and go see how he's doing! I could use a good fucking!"

The former humans left the conference room, following Laretta and the others to another part of the community center, unsure of what festivity was in store.



It was nightmare. Most of the transformation victims follow Laretta down the hallway with their throats clogged with terror couldn't grasp what was going on and their heads were too clouded with worry to make sense of anything. Laretta gave them commands though-- simple, easy directions on what to do-- so they followed them. What else could they do? Laretta asked them to follow her to the wardrobe room so they went there.

The wardrobe room was a small closet that Laretta's crew set up earlier that evening. It wasn't a proper wardrobe but they had to make the best with what they had filming in the middle of a human establishment and trying not to raise too much attention to their zooman production.

Laxia waddled her way into the wardrobe with Laretta and stepped inside a closet to change while everyone else waited in the room outside. It was a large room like the conference one they came from with some tables set up that looked like they were meant for a presentation, much like one the Urban Lawn Council set up themselves.

Edna was still petrified, although her sac had calmed down and was no longer a giant inflated bag on her chin. Nothing about her situation felt real though, aside from the coolness coming off the floor that tickled her feet every time she took a step. It was a common reminder of her transformation. Was she a frog? How was that possible?

She looked around the room. The other lawn committee members were scattered around the room, looking worse than Edna. Whimpers were heard. They quivered in fear and stared into space in shock. Pomraide the camel glared at them, watching over them and making sure they didn't try anything funny.

Edna looked over and saw a rat. It took her a second to remember that the polo shirt and slacks were Donnie's. The rat was Donnie. Donnie, the only person who was brave enough to confront the turtle director, even if he got transformed first for the noble deed.

Edna walked over, having trouble walking with a fragment of dizziness making her vision blur. She walked over to Donnie, though.

Donnie stared at her, eyes full of terror. He didn't say anything, and he couldn't. His rat nose twitched. His transformation didn't take away from his height or build, so Edna caught herself staring at his rugged shoulders and alluring pecs.

Edna crossed eyes with him again. He was too full of terror to communicate. Edna wasn't sure if Donnie really knew if the frog girl was there.

He was going through it. Edna walked away and let him be.



Laxia slipped into a pretty dress. She was only playing an extra but she wanted to look nice. Once Laxia was dressed and showed off her look to a bunch of fresh transformees that could not give a shit, Laretta and Pomraide directed the former humans to the set. Some had calmed down and accepted their new reality but nobody was confident enough to ask any questions. Most people didn't even speak. Could they?

Laretta led the crowd to the room where the film shoot was going on. There were a couple former humans-- a hamster and an axolotl-- that tried to escape from Laretta's grasp, falling behind the rest of the crowd and waited for them to cut ahead so that they could turn tail (not literally because the former-humans-now-zoomans had no tails). Pomraide spotted them and let a demonic glow take over her eyes and she growls an unearthly growl, scaring the two would-be escapees into complying with their capture, prompting bowel releases in both of them.

Edna entered the room and saw the other film crew members. Some of them had prominent tails like the leopard and the dinosaur. Edna looked at some of her companions and noticed nobody had a tail. She moved up to Donnie to confirm that her rat friend-- still staring into space-- had no tail. It made sense for her, a frog, not to have one but even species that should have had one did not. Was it a product of them being transformed from humans?

It was an idle thought but any curiosity was better than Edna dwelling on the horror of being transformed and held captive by a turtle director lady.

"*Narota!*" cheered Laxia as she walked over to the dinosaur boom mike operator.

Narota recognized that tone. The body may have been different and the texture of the voice was new but Narota knew it was Laxia in that dove form.

"Laxia..." Narota leaned the boom mike against a table and walked over to give his old friend a hug.

"It's been awhile, friend," said Laxia.

Laretta sighed. She wanted to get back to shooting but knew that Laxis was entitled to a little chit-chat with an old friend. She walked around set and got busy envisioning how the extras would be framed.

Narota examined Laxia's form and wears. "So they got you a dove this time? Did you ask for a change of clothes?"

"Don't I always?" Laxia giggled.

Time was short. Laretta broke up their game of catch-up and got the production going. She ordered the transformed humans around to occupy the shot while Nelly and Keith got back into character and moved to their spots. 

Jomi joined in Laretta and Pomraide in directing around the extras. They were all spooked but when Pomraide told the one she turned into a hamster to walk around the background of the set, the hamster did so-- back and forth. Simple directions that even a terrified transformed human could follow.

Jomi put Edna and Donnie in the background of the shot. "Pretend like you are talking to each other."

Donnie didn't move a muscle, let alone say anything. Edna glanced at Jomi but when she tried to open her mouth to speak, her jaw wouldn't move. All she could do was stare and blink.

Jomi realized they would have to do, regardless of their inability to appear like they were conversing. The dog looked down, though. He looked a little plain so the dog went to the pile of props in the corner and got a messenger bag and took it over to Donnie. He put it on Donnie's shoulder and it was took short so he took it off and lengthened the strap. It looked good.

Laretta called "action" and Nelly and Keith went through the scene without much trouble. After delays, Laretta had shot the subway scene. Laretta shot the scene again from another angle and then another and then the subway shoot was finished. The set was ready to be rearranged and the production was ready to move onto the next scene on schedule; the one inside the wine cellar. 

Laretta looked over at Laxia, though. She had an extra actor at her disposal, one she wasn't expecting.

The director walked up to the dove girl-- lounging on a desk. "How quick can you learn a few lines of dialogue?"

"Quick," said Laxia. She hopped off the desk. "Why? You got a job for me."

Laretta walked over to the table of screenplays and picked one up. She turned to a page in the middle where the character Harley enters the story. She handed the script to Laxia. "You play Harley."

"Harley?" asked Nelly. "She's not in any of today's scenes."

"We're rescheduling," said Laretta. She gestured at Laxia. "We have an extra actor available so let's get her stuff done now and worry about the other stuff tomorrow."

Keith was annoyed but Nelly was a veteran of the screen and could roll with the punches.



Laxia, Nelly, and Keith shot a few more scenes together. The set had to be re-dressed for the apartment scenes. Having a magic-caster on set that could cast a spell on a background and change it into something completely different kept the production budget low.

If the sets weren't enough, Pomraide had to zap Nelly again to narrow her waistline as a few scenes took place in a flashback where Nelly's character was less flabby. The camel was holding the production together on her shoulders-- at least she thought so-- but she was a believer in the arts, so she sucked it up and kept the movie-making rolling.

Laxia, Nelly, and Keith were professionals so shooting was a breeze. The set needed a few extras in the background of one of the apartment scenes so Laretta had one of the zoomans-- a rhino girl-- play a friend that Nelly shows around the house while Laxia and Keith talked. The rhino girl had an accident in terror but the bulge that it made wouldn't show up on camera if they were careful with the shot angles. Even if Laretta wanted the rhino to say a line or two and the rhino was unable to make any mouth sound but terrified squeaks, the fact that the rhino could at least walk up to Nelly and then follow her around the set didn't take away from the movie.

It wasn't long before today's production was through, but Laretta still had more shooting to do tomorrow... and she needed her extras. She couldn't let them go home. 

At first it seemed like dealing with all factors to keep her extras around-- it would have been too much work. But as it rolled around in her mind, she got a grasp of situation she realized that all she had to do was feed them, give them a place to sleep, and scare them bad enough they wouldn't *think* of escaping!

Laretta was always prepared for extra mouths when she ordered her catering. In the fridge in the kitchen, there were twelve sets of TV dinners at the ready. It wasn't fine dining but it would have sufficed for everyone except Nelly, who would be given a delightful feast materialized from Pomraide. 

The zooman crew used the microwave in the kitchen and the microwave in the upstairs staff office to heat up the dinners. 

The former humans were corralled to a conference room where they were seated. Nelly seated herself at the end of the table and Pomraide walked over, shook out her hand and then fired a bolt at the table in front of Nelly, causing a large feast to appear. A large slab of salmon with basil on top with grilled carrots on the side, a bowl of minestrone, a saucer of biscuits, a side-dish of stir-fried peppers, and a slice of quiche. There was a glass of red wine to top it all off.

The manatee lady took a fork and knife to the salmon slab and cut off a chunk. She settled it into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. She grinned at Pomraide. "My compliments to the chef."

Pomraide took pride in her work. Whether it was turning humans into zoomans or materializing food out of nothing, she felt good to do a good job. She had been practicing her ability to materialize delicious food as well.

The former humans sat at the table, uncomfortable as they waited for their food. Two by two, Laxia and Keith brought in the TV dinners, steam coming off of them. Pomraide and Narota watched over the transformees, making sure they didn't try to escape. The conference room only had one door and a sun-window above. They were secure.

TV dinners went to the scared humans. Jill, who now had a large beak in front of her, stared at her food. What was she supposed to do? The staff provided her with a plastic fork. She picked it up with a shaking hand and jabbed it into some peas. Bringing it up to her mouth, she didn't know where to slide the peas in. The front of the beak? The back? Bumping the fork on the tip of her beak was an odd sensation. She choked up, trying to put some food in her mouth and only getting one single pea inside.

Laretta crossed her arms and stood in the corner. "Give it another try. You'll get it."

The other zoomans chuckled. It was humiliating for Jill, and not just because she was eating supper with her cheeks wet with her tears.

Other TV dinners got delivered and everyone had to make due with eating with a new mouth. It was a feast of strange sensations-- new mouths and new tongues. Once the food got down someone's throat the new sensations quit it. Swallowing was a similar situation for the former humans. One the food was inside, metabolism was the same.

While watching the terrified humans consume their meals with the speed of a broken mining cart, Laretta thought about what she was going to do for sleeping spaces. They were her victims, Laretta knew, but she would have to take care of them and provide a decent place to sleep.

She got Pomraide. "Do you think you could produce about--" she looked over the room and counted heads-- "fifteen beds?"

Pomraide scowled. "That's a lot of magic energy! I'm assuming you want them to be fully furnished."

Laretta nodded. "They need to be comfortable. I don't want my actors to have sore backs tomorrow!"

The camel sighed and crossed her arms. The director *had* to be followed. "Where do you want them?"

Laretta thought. She had a decent layout of the community center. What room could be transformed into sleeping spaces? She said, "The two storage rooms can take a couple. One of us *true* zoomans can rest in the conference room outside to guard them. The big conference room down the hall"-- she pointed in a direction-- "that can take most of them. I'll need two volunteers for security though to patrol the halls."

Pomraide scratched her chin stepped forward. "I'm assuming I'll have to provide the 'security uniform'." 

Laretta grinned and dipped her head, unphased by Pomraide's coldness. "That's right."

The camel shifted and headed towards the door. "I'll get those beds set up then."

The humans (former) were taking their time to get the meals down so Pomraide had lots of time to materialize the beds and check the exits so that none of their victims could escape. Narota came with her to get a bunch of small containers ready. Narota filled them with water and got some clothes so that the former humans could clean themselves if they had mascara running down their furry faces.

Pomraide set up a few more beds in one of the large rooms for her and the other zoomans to sleep in then she and Narota went back to the dining room.



When Pomraide and Narota returned to the feasting room, most of the former humans were done their food or had eaten as much as they could in such a distressed state. 

Laxia nudged Narota. "How many beds are there? Enough for each one of us?"

"I think so," said Narota.

"Want to share one anyway?" said Laxia, smiling.

It was time to close up for the night. The former zoomans would be pushed into their various barracks and held under tight security. Security personnel would be needed and a demonstration along with it. It had been awhile since Laretta did security so she volunteered herself as one of the patrollers. Jomi hadn't done it in a while either so she would get him too.

First came the demonstration, though.

Laretta walked around the room, trying her best to hide the fact that she was scanning people. Some of their nerves had cooled but most of the victims were still awake in a nightmare and completely spooked..

Edna wasn't one of them, though. She looked anxious but nothing more than a person waiting to see how they did on an exam. 

"You," said Laretta.

Edna gazed at the turtle. She looked spooked, but she looked around awkwardly unsure what to do.

"Now," said Laretta.

Edna got up, rapid enough to knock the chair. She followed Laretta to the door.

"Now..." said Laretta, "We will need you people to work tomorrow and we can't let you go home"-- she gestured at Edna's form-- "in this state so we're having you sleep overnight. We set up some beds for you and we hope you get a good sleep."

There were only a few gasps and mutterings of panic. Most of them were too stunned to speak. The rhino girl was thankful that they weren't going to be killed.

"And don't you try to escape..." said Laretta. She turned to Pomraide and pointed a scaly finger at herself, nodding. It was Pomraide's cue. The camel reached out a hand at fired a bolt of magic at Laretta.

Laretta's form expanded in all ways. She got taller, her head knocking the ceiling and pushing up a tile. Arms and legs grew longer, and her torso too. Her body was overcome by inhuman mounds of muscle. Her clothes had to transform too to hold all over her strength and her humongous breasts. Laretta looked good in her hulk form.

The turtle hulk looked down at Edna and before the frog had a chance to drop her face in terror, Laretta took her hands around Edna's arms-- the turtle's hands so big the finger's could touch behind Edna's back. Laretta raised Edna off the ground, the frog's feet limp and hanging down towards the floor. Laretta inhaled and...

*ROOOOOOOOOARRRRRRR!!!*

Turtle's were supposed to roar like a monster, but Laretta let out a roar that shook everyone in the room, including those that knew it was coming. It trembled the tables and nerves of everyone.

Edna was petrified. Her eyes were wide as light bulbs, tears rolling down her cheeks. She shivered and trembled in Laretta's arms.

Laretta took a nice breath in and was proud to make the little lady buckle like a twig!

Laretta dropped Edna and the frog fell on her butt. She squirmed and trembled some more, taking a look up at the turtle beast that scared her and squeaking with terror! 

"Don't try to escape," said Laretta, her voice deepened in that hulking form. She turned to Jomi. "Jomi, come up here."

Jomi sighed, rolling his eyes. "*I* have to do it?"

"Get up here," said Laretta, her tone sharpening.

Jomi got up and walked up to Laretta and Pomraide. He held out his arms and gave Pomraide a dismissive look. Pomraide fired a bolt at Jomi and the dog boy turned into a large brute much like Laretta. He was taller and had mountains of muscle. The fur on his head rubbed against the ceiling.

His voice was lower like Laretta's. He grumbled as he walked towards the door. "Does this mean you're going to buy me a steak dinner?"

Laretta looked down at Jomi's crotch. She was going to give him *something* for doing security, that was for sure. She ignored her wants with the dog hulk for now, and addressed the room. "Ok, everyone. Time to find your beds."

No one did anything.

"UP!" bellowed Laretta.

Everyone stood up. They hesitated to approach the two giant beasts but went over to her fearing being torn to shreds if they disobeyed. Narota opened the door and everyone began leaving.

No one bothered to help Edna up, but when Donnie passed her-- the frog girl shivering-- the rat guy picked her up off the ground. Once she was on her feet she found the strength to walk, and Donnie held her side as the two walked out into the halls.



The first stop was the big room. Laretta and Jomi had to keep their heads low to walk through the building without hitting any lights. Once they were at the big room where Pomraide set up a lot of beds, Laretta spliced an arm down the crowd of former humans and divided them into big and small groups. The big crowd was to stay in the room while the rest were to sleep somewhere else.

Edna and Donnie were part of the small crowd and they were led down the halls again to the conference room with the large closets. One couple took one closet and Donnie and Edna were assigned the other. Laretta pointed the couple at the door and after quivering for a few seconds, they walked up, pushing open the door, and stepped inside.

Laretta closed the door behind them for them, not locking the door but giving them a warning glare should they have tried to escape.

The room was silent. There were shelves all over the floor full of papers, curtains, and blinds. There was a bed in the middle of a large empty floor space. The black walls made it an isolating space.

The rat and frog stared at each other. Water squeezed out of Edna's eyes and the frog girl cried. Donnie took his arms around her and held her close. Edna whimpered and some sobs escaped Donnie too.

As Donnie held Edna close, he felt her chest press against his. It was *a lot* of chest. Was Edna always so stacked? He peaked downward, past Edna's wide frog head, at her chest. If Edna had always had a rack like that Donnie would have noticed it. The shirt didn't look strained so Donnie wondered if the transformation fixed up everyone's clothes. It wasn't an absurd thought. The transformation took away everyone's shoes; did it also expand clothing when ladies got a bigger chest?

They stared at each other. Both of them wanted to say something but when they tried to utter a word, nothing came out but a strained grunt. They were still too spooked to say anything but they looked into each other's eyes. Their aromas caught each other and they knew what the other wanted.

Edna looked down at Donnie's crotch and the rat undid his belt and dropped his pants. *Humongous* cock escaped. Edna removed her pants and panties and shoved off a perky vagina, wet with arousal.

Edna stepped out of her pants and looked over at the bed. It would do. She walked over and sat down on the mattress-- her ass cheeks smooshing down on the surface. She opened up her legs.

Donnie stared. His mind when blank-- overwhelmed with all that was going on. His dick hung out in front of him, growing up to 8 inches. There was more than an inch of thickness on some spots of his cock. His dick twitched.

He snapped out of it and walked up to Edna. As the rat got close, the frog lady raised her legs up and spread them out, flashing that pussy right at the rat, pre-cum spritzing on the green folds. 

Donnie looked down at his cock. It wasn't fully erect but it was getting there. He rubbed one of Edna's knees while he took a few fingers around his shaft and massaged the beast. It grew and grew.

Edna stared at it like it was Godzilla. The night had been an unbelievable event, and having a man in front of her with a 12 inch cock ready to get down with her was part of the circumstances. She wouldn't believe it until it was in her body.

Donnie took his hands, bare of any fur like the rest of his body, and took them under Edna's curvy thighs. He lifted her center a bit, aligned his cock at her sex, and then stepped forward to fill that hole with every inch of his dick that fit inside. Edna's fluids settled on Donnie's cock like warm vanilla icing. He bit a lip, wiggled his nose, and got thrusting.

Edna could have sworn that she had a metal pipe up her vagina. It was big and so hard that it hurt when it pushed into the perimeter of her vaginal cave. She bit down on her lip and whimpered because although having a huge rod poke her G-spot was a transcendent feeling, it was too much dick for her and it hurt.

She slapped her toes to the bottoms of her feet and tugged on the bed sheets like they were reins on a steed. She pinched her butt cheeks getting a bit of bedhsheet in between and squirming it around as the frog lady squirmed on top of it. 

Donnie rammed her like an out-of-control machine. He looked at her curvy legs and slappy feet and he wanted to fuck harder. He looked at her (still dressed) breasts and wanted to fuck harder. He looked at her gripping the bed for her life and he wanted to fuck harder. He watched Edna as she twisted her face in ecstasy and agony and Donnie wanted to fuck harder.

The two had been silent ever since they were transformed but feeling the side of Edna's vagina press against the side of Donnie's huge cock sent a sensation all throughout the rat man's body and he split his eyes and let out a mighty *SQUOOOOOONK!*

Edna's sac inflated and deflated with the speed of an air pump. She strained herself backwards and let out a big *crrrrrOOOOOOAAAAK!!* with her eyes miles away-- lost in the heaven of being deep-dicked by a handsome rat man. She could have sworn that Donnie's dick was going to pierce her body, and she craved it.

She turned her feet inward and pressed her legs against Donnie, capturing him with her knees and using that grip to ride him harder. But she *couldn't* ride him harder! She was at her limit! That dick was going to impale her! She was on the edge of life and death.

Donnie squeaked and Edna ribbeted and the two smashed their bodies together to make magic happen. Edna rode him like a stallion, although from below, and Donnie sticked her like he was stirring a barrel of butter. His big fuzzy balls slapped her taint.

They settled into a hot, sweaty duet of hard thrusts and animal noises. The bed squealed under their assault, Edna rocking her ass like she was riding a water park ride.

It was too hot to handle. A boil stirred within Donnie and his balls simmered. He twisted his head each time the tip of his cock rubbed up against the deep insides of his frog lover. He got on his tippy-toes and turned his feet inward, but nothing could stop what was coming.

He smashed an eye and rumbled. Fluid fired up his shaft. He bit his lip and squonked out the sides of his mouth. It sprayed into Edna's hole.

Edna, barely able to hold on, felt the tickle of Donnie's spray inside her and it shook her. She clenched her ass cheeks and pushed her legs down as cum sparked out of the walls of her sex. She ribbeted and flailed her feet. 

They screamed and made their respective animal noises-- filling the room with *SQOOOOOOOONKS* and *CROOOOOAKS*-- as their fluids escaped them with a fur of a stampede. Juices spat out of Edna's vagina and splashed Donnie's cock. The material dripped down her thighs and butt cheeks onto the bed, leaving fluid stains.

They buckled and rammed until everything had left them. They caught their breath. With shaky arms, Donnie dropped Edna's legs and pulled out his cock. It was coated in sex slime. The rat man had a seat on the bed beside his frog lover.

He looked at her, lay down on her bed. He measured the size of those breasts. He needed to see them and he reached forward to grab Edna's shirt. She was caught off guard but once she saw what he was doing, she helped him get her shirt off. They both had their hands on the shirt, nearly ripping off the article.

Once her body was free from a shirt, all that was left on her body was her bra. It looked like it had grown bigger with the transformation, and for good reason. Her breasts were larger-- it was undeniable for Edna to see now that her shirt was off. She unclipped her bra and pull the article off, taking a look at breasts. She tossed her clothes on the floor and felt her nipples with her fingers.

Donnie joined her and got tearing off his shirt. It was off in a second and once it was on the floor, the two lovers looked at each other. Both of them were naked-- baring their true animal selves to each other. The fact that they were *actually* turned into animals (or zoomans as the authorities called them) was a small irony-- even if they were still humans, they would still be two animals sitting on a bed, waiting to start sex again.

And started sex again they did. Edna brought her legs up on the bed and held them above her. Donnie took those legs and, with his knees aimed at Edna, got his cock hard and crashed in the door. He got thrusting, sawing his huge cock into the frog girl's wanting hole.

Their bodies tensed up and they got to smashing. Edna had her legs up; her toes and feet flailed with delight. The frog girl tossed her head back and closed her eyes-- lost in the rush of getting porked. Donnie stared out into space, a bead of drool on his lip, looking like he had about two brain cells left in his head as he rode his cock up and down the frog's pussy. He didn't need any more brain cells, though. He didn't want them, not with his cock rubbing into Edna's insides like he was trying to summon a genie.

They fell into a groove. It felt good so why switch up it? They went at that for some unknown amount of minutes and then Edna's head was getting sore so she signaled to Donnie by tapping his arm. He unplugged and Edna gestured him down on the bed, letting him stretch out his whole body, pink-skinned feet hanging off the edge of the mattress. 

His cock was still hard and with him lying down, the meat stood up like a skyscraper. Edna slid her body over top of Donnie, her knees clamped him underneath her body. She positioned himself on top of the rat man and his diamond-hard rod and descended down onto him.

Thus began a rodeo of frog cowgirl and rat steed. She rode his waist like a bicycle, shifting back and forth and getting lift and drop on Donnie's dick. The new angle unlocked a new spot in her vagina to get barraged by cock tip, it felt like. Her eyes folded and she moaned loud. Her big breasts bounced up and down her chest.

Donnie held her hands and was happy to be her horse. He could have neighed with how much pleasure she was bring his massive diamond-hard cock. Edna's smooth green cheeks felt good on slapping on his thighs body. Donnie took a hand to her knees and rubbed them, letting his fingers caress the bumps in her joints. He promised himself he would never let a girl go cowgirl on him but he had forgotten that vow in the moment where the big-breasted frog girl was bouncing on him like a ball.

They went at it, unknowable amounts of time passed. There wasn't a clock in that closet, so they couldn't tell how long they were going at it. Did it matter? 

When Donnie wanted some doggystyle, he made the position to show Edna and example and she got in front of him, presenting her ass and hindquarters for him to plow.

Doggystyle felt good and the act was so gratifying that they couldn't help but drop their libidos and let an orgasm come over them. They screamed and squonked and croaked and then fluids escaped them, bursting out of the hole they connected and leaking down Edna's legs to the bed.

Downtime was brief. They took a breath and then Donnie laid down Edna's head on the bed and held his waist above her face, balls dangling just above Edna's mouth. Donnie curved himself downward and got real hard, jerking his big cock off. It got big and hard and he lowered himself down so that Edna could lick that member. And lick it she did! After having the thing inside her all day she wanted a taste and took her tongue down the underside of his shaft. Donnie pinched his toes and giggled, biting into his lip and clenching the messy bed sheets below.

Edna masturbated. Her tongue was dancing on the skin of juggernaut rat cock and her hand was down between her legs, gliding into her cooch like a saw and letting immense frog juices spray all over the place. The bed was *wet* with her excretions!

The frog licked the rat cock until she needed something more. She had Donnie sit down on the bed when she took her face and jammed it between his legs, letting that big rocket impale her head. She sucked on the big whacker, wrapping her tongue around it like she was trying to mummify the sausage.

Donnie could help it. He whimpered, squealed, squonked, squeaked, moaned and screamed, kicking his legs about the bed and heaving himself back. The frog's tongue activated every nerve in his body. He twisted his extremities and barked like a dog.

Edna wanted that cream. She licked and macked on the huge cock and got thirstier with every suck. She pressed her lips down on the cock and gave it a little nibble.

This set Donnie over the edge.

He howled and cum blasted out of him. Sweet cream, thought Edna. She drank her fill. It washed her throat like spring water. 

Donnie took her shoulders, almost squeezing too hard, but rode out the orgasm like a champ. He came for her. He came knowing that the jism would enter her mouth and she would consume it. He let her have it, wanting to give all that he could to the frog girl's pipes. He came hard and only stopped when he knew he had nothing more to unleash.

He collapsed on the bed. Edna swallowed, jism dripping down her chin, and dug her fingers into her vagina, feeling like something alive was crawling down there.



Donnie got his energy back and then helped Edna with her vagina problem. They switched spots and Donnie stuck his mangling rat snout in-between Edna's legs and got chomping. The frog girl's vision went psychotic when that rat's tongue dug into her sex and his incisor rubbed down her vaginal lip.

She keeled forward, her nipples rubbing against Donnie's ears. She grabbed the tempered muscles of his furry back and stretched out her legs and feet out at an angle, handing them off the bed. She moaned and rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

Donnie chomped. The session went long and even after Edna had came so hard she felt like she could cum out her organs, Donnie chomped long past Edna squirted all over the bed sheets. Edna took a minute and then she was ready for some more. She rode him again, facing that round butt towards his face this time. There was a round of that then Edna got off the bed and threw herself over the mattress, exposing that ass to Donnie. Donnie got behind her and drilled her. 

They assorted their positions all over the bed and had one orgasm after another, cumming on their legs, their faces, the bed, and the floor. They didn't care about the mess they were making; they only wanted to relieve themselves of sex fluids. Once they were done, their bodies were spent and the bed was a mess of tangled linens and wet with their juices.

They lay on the bed and stared at each other, their breaths heavy after the ordeal they danced. They remained naked, their tits and dicks aimed at each other as their eyes crossed.

There was another bed in the room, a clean one, but they didn't want to get up. It felt *right* to rest in their fluids after what they did. They would sleep in their cums. Tiredness had taken them both. The next step for that night was slumber. Whatever tomorrow held, they would cross that bridge when it came.

Edna and Donnie's breathing returned to their normal paces. What had they just done? It was so incredible it felt almost bad.

Their eyes faded. Both were about to fall asleep and Edna felt like she should have said something. For one final time that night, Edna tried to speak: "Good night, Donnie."

"Good night," said Donnie.

It had been a wild night. None of them were convinced it was real. But for some time, time they had not measured, they were able to ignore all of the absurdity and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. And it was the best session for both of them-- the best they ever had.

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