TF com for eman230, of Nami the thief into the bubbly, brainless mascot of an amusement park.


“That much!?! Just for a ticket!?!?!”

Nami gripped her Clima-tact so hard her knuckles went white, seething at the ridiculous price. Cheerful music drifted over the gate from the lively, buzzing amusement park, seeming to draw her in. She wanted to get in, she needed to get in… but that was too much money. The only one allowed to scam people out of their cold, hard cash was her!

“Sorry miss, that’s just how it is. Our operating costs are super high here.” The bubbly ditz manning the ticket booth giggled. “But, I mean, I totally get it. That music's just sooooo infectious, isn’t it? Draws you right in!”

“I don’t care how infectious it is, I’m not paying that!” Nami huffed, tapping the end of her weapon threateningly over her shoulders.

“Ah, well…” The blond, bouncy woman leaned over the counter, (showing quite a bit of cleavage as she did so) and held up a hand as if to whisper something conspiratorially. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked.

Nami lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, what?”

“There’s a way to get in without paying at all!”

That caught nami’s attention. She leaned in closer, intrigued. “Really?"

“He-he-ye-ah! In fact, you can even get paid for it!”

“REALLY?!?” Nami’s cold, hard heart skipped a beat, and the berry signs in her eyes danced to the tune of the music drifting over the wall. The cash register at the next booth over made a loud noise as it closed a sale.

“Yep! Ya see, employees get in free! And we get paid by the shift! All I have to do is get you a name tag and a punch card! You can enjoy the park as long as you want, and you’ll get paid for your time when you clock out!”

Nami needed no more convincing. The bubbly girl stealthily waved her around to the side of the booth, and slipped her in right under her supervisor’s nose. Or at least, she thought she did. Behind her back, the supervisor gave the grinning ticket attendant a smug look and a thumbs up.

“Now, let me see here… Ah-HA!!! Here, a punch card! Just write your name on the top, and sign here, and then go over to that machine to punch it in while I look for a nametag! I know there’s a spare around here somewhere!” The distracted woman started rooting through a drawer behind Nami as she went over to the machine, reading the short bit of text on the ticket.

I ________, hereby agree to work the following shift at BubbleDuds Amusement Park. During my shift, I will comport myself appropriately, fulfilling all the expected duties of my position and attending to the needs of guests. I will not take any actions that could damage the reputation of the park. I will not leave without punching out. I will serve guests with a smile, as is the duty of all BubbleDuds employees. This agreement shall apply to the person or character whose name is listed on this document, as ratified by a signature and verbal agreement. Signed, ___________

Nami smirked, quickly filling in the blank spaces. It wasn’t like she had any intention of behaving, and no slip of paper was going to stop her. She was a pirate, after all. She would spend enough time as an “employee” to figure out were they kept the goods, and then book it.

The last stroke of the pen gliding across the paper as she signed her name sent a shiver up her spine. She hesitated for a moment, gulping, but quickly brushed it off, inserting the pink paper into the machine. It began to click and whir, and she felt suddenly like she’d made a horrible, horrible mistake. Maybe…

“FOUND ONE!!!”

She was startled out of her strange bout of paranoia by the sing-song exclamation from behind her. Turning, she spotted the well endowed blond skipping back towards her, carrying a brightly colored nametag.

A huge, huge nametag.

“Why is it so big?” Nami asked, confused.

Oh, this one’s meant for out mascot characters. It was all I could find. It’ll still work though!”


“Won’t somebody notice if I’m not wearing… you know, a costume?” Nami raised an eyebrow skeptically, thinking that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. The machine made an odd whistling sound behind her, and she caught herself eyeing the door.

“Oh, don’t worry, you won’t need one!” Quicker than Nami could protest, she reached out and snapped the little clasp closed around the strap of her bikini. “Now, just one more thing before we get started! Could you please read what’s written on the tag out loud?”

That seemed like an odd request, but Nami looked down anyway, wanting to see what name was on the tag. The vibrant pink and blue plastic was coated in some sort of holographic foil, flashing disconcertingly in the light of a Ferris wheal seeping through the window. The clicking and puffing of the machine at her back seemed to synchronize with the cheerful tinkling music, echoing in her ears and making her feel dizzy. She staggered a bit, losing her balance as she tried to read the bubble shaped pink text upside-down. Her own voice seemed to ring strangely in her ears, sounding out the words as if something else was speaking through her.

“My… Name… is… Bubble Jugs.”

…

Wait.

“BUBBLE JUGS?!?!” Nami screeched. Indignation rising in her as a flush rose up her neck. She was about to turn and give the ditzy bimbo a piece of her mind, clima-tact sparking threateningly, when the machine behind her Let out a cheerful, echoing DING!

The redhead swayed back and fourth, suddenly unsteady on her feet. The clima-tact lost it’s charge, clattering to the ground beside her. … What… had she even been planning to do with it anyway? Attack her co-worker? That seemed… unprofessional.

… what had she been upset about?

“Fantastic!! Oooh I’m so happy!!! Welcome to the team Bubble Jugs!” … Oh, right. That.

“Wh… Now look here! What’s the big idea! Giving me a name like that?!” She managed to work up enough indignation to glare unsteadily in the direction of the ticket attendant as she bounced towards the now silent machine. She wobbled, swaying, as her knees started to feel week. Her ju- … her… breasts felt… weird. Swollen. She started panting, room suddenly unbearably hot.

“What do you mean?” Asked the girl as she retrieved a pink slip of paper from the machine. “That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Wha,, NO! NO IT’s NOT!!! It’s… it’s…” She gaped, slack jawed, as she came up blank. She knew this, she had to! She was… she was…

“Bubble Jugs! See, it says right here!” The girl shoved the pink slip in her face, almost smushing her puffy, tingling nose. She clumsily scrambled to grab the paper before it could drop, squinting as she held it in front of her face. The words were a scrambled, hard to read mess that made her poor head hurt. But there, on the first and last line, was her hand writing, spelling out the name which she had forgotten.

“Bub-ble… Jugs…” She had to sound the long words out. But… that couldn’t be right, could it? Her name was Bub- …no, no it was Bubble! I mean.. Jugs! No! It was Bubble Jugs! Why couldn’t Bubble think any other name! Jugs! Bubble Jugs!

Jugs moaned, eyes crossing as the paper became a blurred mess of squiggly lines. She couldn’t read the stupid thing! It was just too hard! But it wasn’t right! Squinting back at it, she was distracted by something. Something blue.

Jugs starred, dumbfounded, as a wave of blue crept down her hand. Someone snatched the paper out of her grip, but she continued to watch, transfixed, as her skin changed colors. There was a pretty, glossy sheen spreading over the areas that were turning colors, and her fingers seemed like they were getting bigger. As she watched, they started sticking together, puffing up into a stiff, squeaky, flipper-like mitt.

Something was glowing on her chest. She looked down at the giant name tag, seeing the shiny foil on it sparkle and flash. It was… so pretty… and something was happening to her chest too! She watched as patches of the same shiny blue stuff spread from under her bikini top. Her breasts seemed to bounce and swell, pressing out against straps which were slowly turning pink. Jugs let out an absent minded giggle, raising a hand with fused fingers to poke at her swelling titties. Her… heh, her juggs. Maybe Bubble Jugs was her name after all, it clearly fit.

Her legs felt… wiieeeerd. Like, Soooo strange. Jugs wiggled, whimpering, as she tried to pull her knees apart. But for some reason, they were stuck. Juggs’s legs felt Like they were glued together, or maybe like they were melting in the heat. She could really use an ice cream, or a snow cone…

She sniffed, surprised, as her nose began to fill her field of vision. It swelled out, purple and rounded, as her big, poofy lips seemed to push away from her face. Where were they going? Did they want to get away from her that bad? She poked at her sensitive, soft lips with one flipper, and rested the other on her pudgy stomach, feeling it swell out as her shortening form filled with blubbery fat. Jugs giggled, louder this time. Blubbery. That was a funny word.

Bubble Jugs’s big bubbly juggs swelled out further, squeaking as they rubbed together under her lacy top. There was a snap somewhere down around her crotch as the last bit of what had once been a pair of shorts separated into a frilly skirt, making way for her tail to finish merging properly. Her swollen, rounded feet pressed themselves out into proper flippers, and her hair slowly lightened to a cheerful pink-tipped blond. The increasingly seal-like creature that had previously been a pirate giggled, and giggled, and giggled some more, squeezing and groping her huge rubber boobs with clumsy flippers. She swayed drunkenly back and fourth on her tail, barely keeping her balance, as the light slowly faded from her blank eyes.

Bubble Jugs was to ditzy to remember much of anything for long, to obedient to the park to misbehave, and to stupid to figure out what was wrong. And she would remain so, until she personally inserted the slip of pink paper into the machine to clock out. Until that exact thing happened, she was on shift, and would serve the park’s guests with a happy, vacant smile! She would attend to their needs, all of their needs, until her shift ended.

A handler led the short, giggling mascot out to start her duties, and the manager bent down to pick up the slip of paper. He then walked into the office, where a tall, high power paper shredder sat in the corner. He pressed a button to power on the machine, and then fed the pink slip into the buzzing blades. When it was done, he pulled out a tray filled to the brim with many, many scraps of pink paper, the results of the host of new "employees" he had gained today. The tray was almost full.

He picked up a lighter of the desk, and walked towards the fireplace. Hypnotic, cheerful music tinkled outside, drawing more people into the park.