"Very well" said Irene, with the kind of ethereal, ineffable smile that drove Katie crazy. "If I return to a male husky form and still prefer this one, will you be able to find some peace?"
"Sure" Katie spat out "But I know you won't."
"Sweetheart, no!" Lawrence protested.
Irene turned to her partner. "Don't worry sweetie, this will only take a few minutes."
Irene addressed the technician. "There should be a Harry Husky template on file for regen purposes. Use that one." She proceeded to the center of the chamber, the door closed, and Katie, Lawrence and the twins clustered around the screen to watch the transformation.
Nothing happened. Nothing happened. And again, nothing.
"Uh" began the technician. "We can't do transformations when the subject is pregnant." He flipped on the intercom "Congratulations, ma'am."
Katie screamed. Lawrence grinned.
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What the hell, thought Agent Sherman in the next chamber over as he felt his body begin to shift. I thought I was just looking at things!
His teeth were beginning to grow outside his mouth, while changing from needle-like carnivore teeth to versatile omnivore tearers and grinders. His tail shrunk from a fluffy appendage that rose to his neck to a thin, short tassel that hung between his new muscular legs. Speaking of things that hung between his legs, it was pretty apparent that he wasn't going to be changing gender again. He was stunned to feel an enormous sense of relief wash over him, as his thick, luxuriant fur changed to wiry, reddish bristles atop a leathery skin.
Agent Sherman looked at the pigman in the mirror and thought he could live with this.
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Cant get around heavy thing gets caught on things can't drop it make Tran mad so tired so cold wings caught in something CANT GET LOOSE CANT GET LOOSE
"We got the little one netted."
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"Hola, Panther mama" remarked Roberto, with what on a jaguar-morph's face qualified as a cocky grin. "Looking for a real jaguar man?"
"Listen to me, asshole." replied Tasha. "I've spent the whole day dealing with people I had to be polite to, regardless of the fact that they are mostly morons and slimeballs. Now, I got you, and I don't even have to be polite. You can either drop this crap right now and answer my questions, or we can resume this conversation after you've been turned into a rabbit-girl. Mmmmmm. . . rabbit."
"Panther-mama on the rag." commented Roberto, but he was avoiding eye contact.
"Look, moron, you were working for somebody, and, surprise, surprise, it obviously wasn't the Minotaur. He's kind of mad at you, by the way. So who hired you, and who the hell are you actually reporting to?"
"Make me talk, mamacita."
"OK" replied the panther-woman "This is the way you want to play it." She raised her voice. The prisoner known as Roberto presents a danger to himself and others due to his biological form, and should for purposes of prison security be transformed into something lacking biological armaments. Say goodbye to the claws and teeth, rabbit-girl."
"You can't do that!"
"Give me a reason not to."