"Uuugh!" Desmond raised a hand to massage their temples as things slowly came back into focus. How much did they drink last night? For that matter, where the hell were they? The floor had the cold hardness of concrete. The air was stale but felt spacious to their fur. However it was too dark to make out a lot of details, even with the tiny windows shinning in the first rays of morning sun.

With a pained grunt, they slowly pushed on his elbows into a sitting position. As they did several things shifted around in off ways, particularly around the hips and chest while long clumps of hair dropped across Desmond's snout.

Okay, she was a girl now. Desmond had been gender bent enough over the years to know the feeling of breasts wielding to gravity without having to see them. judging by the weight, she irritably guessed they were big ones this time.

And then there were the unfamiliar additions. Desmond groped around in the darkness confirming two very large, long protrusions coming out her back. Her tail felt the worse, having become some large metallic lump. Yet oddly it still had some form of nerves as she could feel her hand touching it.

"Hey Dessy! You awake!?"

Desmond yipped as her eyes spun around the room. Unfortunately the hollow echo made it near impossible for her to tell its direction of origin. At least it was a familier voice that helped stave off panic.

"Ceejay? Uh, yeah! I'm still alive. Where the heck are we?"

"We're at the air base outside of town. What? Don't you remember?" Footsteps made Desmond's ears perk. Those were much easier to follow as the busty otter girl came into view by one of the small windows. An aviators helmet was tucked under one arm to go with the full body flight suit she wore. But what really made Desmond nervous was the fact CeeJay was the size of a Barbie doll to her. "You insisted on having that Long Island Tea and suddenly decided it'd be fun to join my special air force."

Desmond rolled her eyes with a shrug. "Okay, that sounds like something I would do. But..uh...why are you so small?"

"You're in my airforce now," Ceejay said with an unsettling grin.

Before that could be questioned further, the otter reached out to push a button on the wall. Immediately the humming of motors sprung to life and the symphony of grinding gears preceded a large section of the wall splitting apart. Fresh morning air and sunlight poured in, blinding an unprepared Desmond as she raised her hands instinctively for a shield.

"Come on!" CeeJay's voice faded into the light. "We need to get to work."

Desmond grumbled but stood to follow, only to realize the ceiling was about a foot above her head so settled on crawling hands and knees to the opening. Her ears folded back to the sounds of scraping metal on asphalt this created, but had no idea why her knees made that. It did not feel like anything was strapped to her legs.

At least the morning breeze felt good. Soon as Desmond was out in the clear she sat back onto her ankles and stretched out the kinks that had been aching all up her back. Arms raised up high, chest thrusting out to bulge slightly from the collar of her tank top.

The approving applause, however, was another unexpected surprise that made Desmond jump. Her vision was clearing enough to make out dozens, maybe hundreds, of tiny people gathered around the front of an airline hanger. Many had news station marked cameras and microphones, while others had come with their family.

"Ladies and gentlemen, behold our latest work!" CeeJay gestured up to the giant blue animal now quizzing her lip nervously. "As you can see our volunteer has been flawless integrated with predetermined airline parts. Her increase in size and alteration of gender has done nothing to hinder her cognitive abilities, and we anticipate both will actively improve performance on todays flight test."

Desmond blinked, a lot, as she timidly twisted to look herself over. The protrusions were in fact wings attached to her back, along with several plated compartments going down her back to a large plane tail at her rear. Her hands and thighs had also been converted into a robotic like structure to match, with rather impressive flaps and jet turbines attached respectively.

"Any questions before I proceed with today's flight?"

"Um..." Desmond tentatively raised a hand that caught the sunrise. "Just one; where the heck do you plan to pilot me from!?"


Art by  Toughset
Coloring, story, and Desmond to  Desmondfallout
CeeJay to  pzowned

I've grown rather fond of her idea of anthro plane hybrids. X3