“This can’t be real.” Amy said to herself. “If it was, it would’ve been shut down by the government a long time ago.” With that in mind, Amy decided that it would be okay to mess with the machine and touched the screen. The display changed showing several pictures of animals and mythical creatures, she even saw a clown option just like what was on the video earlier. “PLEASE SELECT THE RESULTING TRANSFORMATION” was now displayed on screen.
“If this is a prank, whoever made this was clearly committed.” Amy said as she continued to scroll through the options until one specific option caught her eye, Anthro/Furry. “Furries? Like what Maxwell is into?” She asked herself. Maxwell was Amy’s ex-boyfriend. They were practically inseparable during their high school years. Many of their classmates believed they would get married after college, but that was abruptly proven wrong near the end of senior year. Amy had discovered that Maxwell secretly had a furry fetish and it disgusted her. Knowing that her boyfriend found fictional humanoid animals more attractive than her was just too much for her and they broke up. “You want sexy animal people Max? Fine, I’ll give you what you want!” Amy answered, tapping the option on screen with a sadistic smile on her face.
The screen’s transitioned once again showing menu’s on the right side and a 3d wireframe model of an anthro on the other. “PLEASE FINALIZE THE DETAILS OF THE TRANSFORMATION” the device asked. Amy was once again surprised at how intuitive the menus were. It felt like she was making a character in a role playing game. After what must’ve felt like half an hour, Amy finally finished with the transformation details. She decided that the infected host would transform into a cartoony feline (cat, lion, tiger, etc.). Amy still didn’t believe that this whole Vir-O-Matic was real, but she didn’t want to risk losing her lovely blond hair in case it was real, and being a realistic anthro just seemed off to her. For the next part of the transformation, she made it so that the host would shrink to an average maximum height of 3.5-4.0 feet tall. Next, both the male and/or female host’s hips would greatly expand and their rear would grow and expand into a plump bouncy bubble butt along with the thighs of their legs becoming nice and thick, essentially making them what people call a “short stack”. If the host was female, their breasts would also expand until they were around double D to H in cup size. The breasts will produce milk even if the host isn’t pregnant and would need to be milked twice a day at minimum. As for a male host, their cock and balls would grow incredibly large. The rate of cum production will be increased and the cock will be able to fit in any sized hole thanks to cartoon logic.
Next up was mental changes. Amy decided that all infected will develop a high libido. An infected individual that is 18 years or older will mentally become a slut, preferring to walk around nude, with the exception of being in public with only wearing clothes that cover their breasts and crotches at minimum. They will still retain their core personalities and intelligence, but they will prefer to talk seductively and sex, porn and masterbation will become an adult short stack feline’s favorite pass time.
Finally, the machine asked for what symptoms, rate of infection and if the transformation will be permanent. Amy was running short on time before she had to go home, so she decided to have the machine select for her. The machine decided the symptoms would be sniffly fever with females leaking breast milk and males leaking pre-cum. The virus would be both airborne and transmissible through bodily fluids, noting that it would have a high infection rate thanks to toon sneezing. Last but not least, the machine selected that the transformation would be permanent and that the transformed host would still be contagious.
With the selection done, the tube’s door automatically opened. “VIRUS CREATION COMPLETE, PLEASE HAVE PATIENT ZERO ENTER THE CHAMBER,” the machine said. Amy rolled her eyes and entered. After closing the door behind her and standing in the instructed spot, Amy was surprised by a strange mist suddenly being sprayed at her from all angles. The spray contained what smelled like a mix of cum, milk and pet shampoo. “I knew it, it was just some stupid smell chamber for transformation fetishists,” Amy answered. After what felt like 30 seconds, the door opened. “PATIENT ZERO INFECTION COMPLETE, THANK UOU FOR USING THE VIR-O-MATIC!” The machine announced as Amy exited. “C’mon Lina, this place is a joke. Let’s go home.” She told her friend and both proceeded to return home.