Commission for  Sreck with story written by them and partially by  Vinomath

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Eliza always told me I looked great for someone in her thirties. Good for!? Thirty is the new twenty. I know I still look good because I still turn heads to this day. I get compliments on my body from horny desperate bachelors. Eyes are usually being pulled down by the “gravity” of my breasts, as one artist said. Not only that, I have opened my own law firm; Jolyne Guerrero Law. I have come up working my way from being an intern and finally broke out as a prosecutor in order to help my clients.

Guess that is why I caved and made a little work out area in my office. All I did was move some of my office equipment to one corner of my room and set up some dumbbells and a workout ball. I know my job as a lawyer does not require any physicality, but I do like to maintain my figure.

Eliza referred me to a specific work out series she found. Apparently it was ripped from a VHS and converted to audio form. For the best there is no visual for me to look at. Always gives me the sense I am being watched and judged. That happens to me enough in the courtroom, I don’t want that in my own home!

I push play on my tablet.

"Welcome to your new workout obsession. By the time it's over, you'll be ready for any fight." the male voice said. "To begin, we're going to be doing some stretches. We'll start with our legs, simply take a step forward and try to touch the tip of your toes."

Easy enough. I straighten my legs and bend down to touch my toes. They were looking oddly red and pointed. I never painted my toenails, but I would have at least trimmed them. My legs are becoming thicker with my feet following suit. Two of my toes merged together on each foot. I hope it is just me not focusing.

"Alright, stretch time is over. Next, we're going to be getting some cardio going. You will jog in place for five minutes before we move on to the next stage. Don't over-exert yourself, keep a slow tempo."

Running in place, my footsteps are becoming heavier. I know I am going to get complaints from the neighbor downstairs. Looking at my feet again, I notice that not only do they look gray, but they are further away from me. Why was I having a growth spurt?

My stomach looks more chiseled. I don’t have a belly or anything, but this is way tighter than it usually is. This had to be the work out working. Right?

"Excellent work, let's keep it up. We're going to be working on the glutes now. We're doing ten reps of squats. Feel the burn!"

As I resume the exercise and try to focus on completing my squats, a rip is heard. I turn around and see a reptilian tail. What is this recording doing to me?! I have to stop! Something is very wrong. I have to turn this off!

"Do not be distracted, every moment you pause your workout is another moment you waste both of our time," the man's voice suddenly said. "If you keep it up, I'll have to get someone else to take over your regimen."

Before I can turn off my ipad and stop the file, the voice became a deep guttural growl "W-what did you just say?"

"What's your name?" the voice snarled.

Odd question. My name is…no. No no no! Why can’t I remember it? This should be the easiest question in the world. I write it every day for my job and my business even has it in its own name!

I grip my head, as a different sensation is occurring. Two bumps formed on my forehead. Bumps begin to widen and sharpen, turning into some kind of horns. The tips of which are sharp enough to cause a drop of blood to form on my finger.

"For every second you're not exercising, more of your mind will drip away, no better motivator than stakes," the voice said with eerie confidence. "Now then, you still have more reps left." The voice went back to the peppy man from the start of the recording.

"I cannot focus on the workout if these changes keep happening!" I retort. Why did it sound so...wrong? I've always had a tail...right? It was weird because I couldn't remember my name, that's it!"

"Three reps to go."

Not wanting to disobey, I continue with the final three reps. My name? Why can’t I recall it? I know I have a law firm so I try to think back to that. If I could just remember the name of my firm I could get some of my name. It was a Jo sounding name. Jodie? Joanna? Jordan? There can’t be that many woman names that start with Jo. I know it is Jol-

"Alright, let's bring things back down to the ground." the voice said. "Get down on your hands and feet, it's time for push ups. Like the squats, we'll be doing ten reps of them.

The next work out instruction snapped me back into reality. Worst of all, I lost that name I thought of. I already hate it when it happens normally, but this felt like dropping a phone in an open sewer drain. I get back onto the floor, hands and toes flat on the ground and begin to push my chest onto the ground.

Around the sixth push up, I noticed my breasts were not hitting the ground as much any more. This tape did something to my girls.

"We're sticking back to the ground because now it's sit-up time! Get that core worked out!"

Perfect, this will at least give me an opportunity to look at my chest. As I figure out how to lay on the ground with my new tail I can finally look. Where did they go? Both were gone, or at least became really flat.

It always annoys me how many co-worker, clients and especially strangers ogle and stare at them. Still I was proud of them. I could not deny they were sexy and that made me feel good. Now they are just gone! I want to cry, but I can’t. I do not want to make these changes worse than they already are.

As I continue to do sit ups, I also notice something odd with my clothes. The lack of them.

My yoga pants are completely gone. Yet, I feel like my butt has some kind of padding that is preventing me from feeling my wood floors. Getting a better look at my leg is much worse. These are tree trunk legs, almost as thick as my torso. In between parts of my legs, there are gray and black scales forming that look inhuman next to my tan skin.

What is more unnerving is the river of red on my toe nails and legs. Like fire is forming on my legs. I am able to briefly touch it and there is some kind of heat coming from it, not unlike a fireplace.

"We're close to the end, let's start winding down." the voice said. "Let's loosen the neck, just simply roll your head along your shoulders in a circular motion, that'll help your neck and shoulders to wind down."

This is a nightmare! I'm not supposed to have scales. I should not be almost six feet nor be completely nude. What did I do to deserve this?

As I continue to roll my neck, my hair is growing longer, blonder, more unkempt. My precious black locks are gone. Before I could bemoan the loss of my hair color, there is a sharp pain and then a rip from what is left of my top.

Cold air from my ceiling fan blows against my sweaty back and a shiver. I briefly look behind and I see some kind of wings. Not feathery or light, it felt firm. Am I becoming some kind of dinosaur?!

"And last one! Hold your arms behind your head and stretch them out. Then after a 45 second hold, raise your dominant arm into the air, while keeping the other one bent." The voice returned to that deep commanding voice from earlier.

None of this is right, it is all wrong. I’m not a man, my hair isn't supposed to be this long, blond or unkempt. I should not have these horns or a tail. Before I could ponder everything about me that was wrong. Wait how did I..?

Nothing. My mind dulled, and I was staring ahead with a blank expression on my face. My arms are held in the last stretch I could remember. Remembering anything else is impossible. All I can do is process what I am feeling.

My face feels like it is being grabbed and pulled forward, like some kind of muzzle. The sharp teeth that were clustered in my mouth began to space out, giving me sharp fangs. Yellow eyes losing their pupils and become pure gold.

More spikes grow around my hairline. Not that it matters as my mane of gold has expanded, losing the tight and trimmed hair I had. Any patch of skin on my body is covered with scales. My legs are already the proper size. Not to mention a cod piece to hide and protect my new “other tail”.

A pulse goes through my body. I feel as if I am expanding. My arms grow longer to match the proportions of my enlarging torso. Any flab from my breasts is chiseled into firm muscle. Pleasant pops in my spine provide relief as I grow taller and taller. My tail has become thicker, I have full control of it. I slam it against the ground.

Finally, blades begin to form on my arms. Perfect for delivering killing strikes to my opponent. My biceps feel incredible as I can feel my arm bulking out with muscle due to this stretch.

My body is perfectly tuned and trained for the fight. I know I am massive and it instills pride in me.

"Excellent work Caesar" the recording said, a small "click" being heard as recording stopped.

I come to. I maneuver my other arm back to my side and start moving my claws, making sure my hands are not stiff.

That damned cat is so slow to get ready. Slow enough to where I finished a work out recording from front to back. No wonder I became absorbed in my meditation. We are in the arena to fight as a test of strength, not of beauty.

Doesn’t matter. Once I am in that ring, I will put her arrogance on display. I will grind her bones into dust under my heel, destroy her fighting spirit and leave her broken. Pantera will regret ever challenging Caesar Valius. The Calamity of the Vanquished Souls tournament. No one will ever take my title as champion!

“Mr. Valius. Pantera is ready for the match.” Ah that is more like it. Eliza is not unnerved by my presence. This is why I respect her, even if she calls me Caesar(ce-sar) as opposed to Caesar(Kaiser). She just calls me Mr. Valius, which I also do not like, but she does not seem to care.

“About time she is ready.” I make my way past the door, Eliza clearing the way like the good handler she is.

My walk turns into a jog, then into a sprint. People make pains to avoid me as I barrel down this hall. People call me a beast. A monster. A demon. All insults that I take as a point of pride. It shows that they fear me, recognize my strength and my fighting prowess.

This is what I live for.