Your changes are subtle and easy to hide right now, but you doubt they're going to stay that way forever.
You're about get up and make your way to the entrance, when your nose catches a familiar delicious scent in the air. You follow the trail and see a bakery, its display windows filled with an assortment of pastries and baked goods. On the front, holding a free sampling event of the very sugar cookies and milk you ate last night, is none other than Carol the elven staff from the ranch. Despite your increasing wariness about everything this island has to offer, you can't help but lick your lips at the prospect of eating more and against your better judgement you approach her.
"Hello again, Mister!" Carol greets you cheerily just as before. "We still don't have any reindeer in the ranch yet, sorry. Word has it that we have to wait until the second ferry arrives - that's next week! Another sample?"
Eagerly, you take the offered treats and wolf them down, it tastes just as delicious as yesterday and gives your chest a warm fuzzy feeling. "So uhhh..." Crumbs spilling out at every word, you ask Carol. "How does one get off the Island?"
"Get off the island? You want to leave?" Scrunity glints in Carol's normally cheerful eyes. "Why would you want to leave this wonderous place?"
"It's... Too much for me." You told her part of the truth. "I get that this place is all about enjoying myself to my heart's content, but there's too many things and too many people to enjoy them with... You get what I mean?" 'And I'm not sticking around to let whatever's cooking in this place blow up in my face.'
For a moment you thought Carol had seen right through your intentions with that soul-piercing gaze, flickering across your figure for anything out of place. She ponders for a moment, before finally nodding in a show of understanding and sympathy. "Not one for crowds and loud noises, I see..." She fishes out a notepad and write something down which she then rips it out and passes over to you. "Go to the docks where that ferry is, this slip will get them to give you a ride off the Island. We're sorry that you aren't able to enjoy our Pleasure Island experience in full."
"It's alright... Hey, before I leave..." You pick up a sample milk and sugar cookies and shove it in your mouth, groaning in satisfaction as phantom sensations of satisfaction sinks straight to your hips. "May I have some more of this, just for the road?"
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The ferry man hums as he looks over the slip carefully, taking a drag from the pipe as he clears his throat. "We'll be leaving tonight, be on the ferry when we depart."
"Can I wait on the ferry then, just so that I don't miss the ride?"
"You can if don't get in the staff's way," he grunts his consent, stepping aside to let you through.
Without further hassle, You situate yourself in one of the many cabins on the ferry. Soon standing alone in front of a full body mirror after triple-checking your privacy. Peeling the overcoat away exposes your feminine figure. What happened? You are sure your body wasn't sporting a budding pair of tits or child-bearing hips this morning, what changed you?
You turn to eye the bag of sugar cookies and thermal of milk lying innocently on the counter, are these the cause that gave you a tail and this feminine figure? You dig into the bag and pull out your second cookie today and shove it in your mouth, gurgling it down with milk. The tingling feeling comes again, and sure enough, you watch with morbid fascination as your bust swells out to a B, a cute tuff of creamy white fur blossoming between the crevasse of your mounds. Your ears itches, you scratch them to find a layer of fine tan fuzz growing on them.
'Did I grow a tail overnight because of these cookies too?' You wonder to yourself, can't help but feel mixed feelings at this. On one hand, you'll end up an animal and caught by the Pleasure Island staff if the changes continue. On the other... You pick up a third cookies and munch on it, these cookies taste really good! Your ears burn as they shoot straight up to full reindeer, the fur on your chest spreading downwards and covering your belly in a layer of that creamy fur.