Hey there folks,

Since some of my commissions have been taking a while to get back, I thought I start updating my gallery with short stories I’ve been writing down here and there. I have to send a special thanks for Tiger1001 for the use of his characters.

Anyway, the idea for this one actually came about from an actual discussion with Tiger1001 in which he encountered several convention goers complaining about his “well-endowed” women. I’ve actually seen that as a trend emerging across several conventions now that I think about it. Well, I decided to twist that around in more than one way.

So without any further ado, I hope you enjoy…
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Blazing Changes
Chapter 2 - The New You
As the convention continued its course, time drifted faster and faster. The attendees exhausted from their heavy purchases and massive walks across the floors started to slowly disperse into several main events. Some of the attendees would head on over to the main hall for the cosplay show. Other attendees would disco their way to the all-night rave. While other attendees who planned ahead would enjoy a romantically quite meal at the four star grill joint in the heart of the convention.

But I’m afraid our attention isn’t on the joyous celebrations. I wish it were in all honesty. No, our focus is on third floor of the central hotel tower where are story continues.

“Oh man, that was way too easy,” boasted a confident Blaze. Elated for the night’s events, Blaze strutted along the hallway, closing his eyes and using his two thumbs to pull the strands of his tight sleeveless white muscle shirt. Admittingly, that shirt wasn’t the best to impress his date, but at least he had on a pair of dark blue dress shorts.

“I knew that whores like them enjoy it when men insult them like that,” praised Blaze to himself. “And I got the hottest of the three to agree with a date with me. I’ll win her affections and tab those sweet jugs. And since The Grill doesn’t open ‘til eight, I might even have time to play with those massive kitty balls.”

“And I know she’s looking for a good time,” Blaze continued with utter delight, “since she told me to head to Room 63. After all, this is the floor where this hotel provides its more luxuriously private services.”

Rubbing his hands with much anticipation, Blaze counted down each of the door numbers.

Room 58…Room 59…Room 61…

And there it was. Room 63! Arrogantly confident, Blaze walked up to the door and prepared to knock; however, just as his hand touched the door, it started to open.

“Couldn’t wait,” Blaze said out loud, pushing the door inward. “I guess I can’t…”

Blaze halted when the door was wide open. Unable to see much due to the lights being off, Blaze noticed that no one was inside. In fact, there was nothing inside.

“What the,” Blaze started to say before a mysterious and shadowy figured pushed him from behind and slammed and locked the door from outside.

“HEY!” shouted Blaze who quickly regained his composure and went back to the door. “I’m going to kick your--"

Tried as he did, Blaze couldn’t open the door. Furious, Blaze started to kick it down.

“You little fucker,” Blaze snarled. “I’m so going to kick your ass as soon as I get out of here.”

Increasing his undying rage, nothing could halt Blaze’s physical and verbal assault until the lights suddenly came on.

“What’s going on?” questioned a bewildered Blaze. Unsure of the events thus far, Blaze turned all around, searching high and low for any such clues.

“Hello,” an unknown computerized voice announced.

Hearing it come from above, Blaze turned around and looked up at the ceiling. With the room now fully lit, Blaze saw what appeared to be a speaker-like dome right square in the middle of the ceiling.

“And welcome to the Changer V5.1,” continued the computerized voice. “How may we help you mis--"

“Look robot,” interrupted a pissy Blaze. “I’m not here for nothing. I just came to pick up my date for a dinner and a show in my suite.”

“A…date?” Questioned the computerized voice. A slight crackle in its normal tone could be heard. “In that attire?”

“Yeah,” remarked Blaze as he turned his attention downward with arms raised up. “What’s your be—"

Unbeknownst to Blaze due to his short-lived tirade, the computerized system quietly lowered a tubed right above him and, through the use of a high powered vacuum, sucked up all his clothing, sliding the shirt off with ease and ripping his jeans and boxers. Despite his initial sense to cover up his privates with his hands, Blaze confidently exposed himself to the computer, triumphantly placing his fists against both sides of his waist as a means of showcasing his moderately average package down south of the equator.

“While I’m flattered that you wanted to see my full package,” boasted an arrogant Blaze, “I’m afraid that this is a special deliver for my date’s massive rear mailbox. So how about you get me my clothes so I can head on out of here?”

“Processing…Processing…Processing,” buzzed the computerized voice.

“Before we begin,” spoke the computerized voice, “please stare at the orb.”

A hole in the sealing suddenly opened to lower down an elongated metallic rod with what appeared to be some sort of opaque sphere at the bottom of it. Puzzled, Blaze stared at in utter confusion, elevating his hand to reach out and touch it. But before Blaze could do so, the wall to his left and right suddenly dropped and launched two rectangular foam-like walls at him, smooshing and trapping him. Secured, the foam on the walls started move back and forth and back and forth over and over again. Blaze tried his best to shout; however, the foam walls muffled his voice. As this continued another hole opened from the ceiling, a much larger hole at that too. Instead of a rod, a mounted monitor on one of those retractable mounts dropped down. On the screen was one of those digital blue prints of a standard male fox with biometric readings to measure various organic signals.

“Analyzing biometric readings,” finally spoke the monitor. The biometric readings started to move.

“Processing ideal body reconfiguration maps,” continued the monitor. Several small images of ideal body figures emerged on the surface of the screen. They’re moving at such a fast rate that they’re not clear.

“Ideal body reconfiguration map selected,” echoed the monitor. The red cursor finally stopped on one of the ideal body figures.

“Preparing body reconfiguration map,” chirped the monitor. Now fully clear, the ideal body figure was that of a petite female fox.

The foam-like walls suddenly moved faster and faster, churning the foam around Blaze at such an alarming rate. The monitor said nothing, only displaying the word PROCESSING… over and over again.

“Complete,” chirped the monitor finally.

As the foam like wall returned to the primary wall, smoke emerged and surrounded Blaze. Dazed and stumbling across the floor, Blaze slowly moved forward until he was out of the smoke.

“Geez,” started Blaze. “What was that--"

Regaining his vision, Blaze looked down to see two moderately sized boobs on his chest. In disbelief, Blaze quickly ran his hands across his face and through his now long and silky hair before reaching for his now missing manhood.

“What the fuck happened,” exclaimed Blaze.

“No reason for such language,” said the robotic voice. “Miss…”