“Actually, I think I did that on purpose,” said Lorraine, leaning towards the glass. A perverse grin appeared on her face. “It’s a bit of fantasy of mine, a small, effeminate, shy-looking guy that I can dominate. And he’s young, too, like he just graduated high school. Oh, but he was too nervous to ever get a girlfriend, so it’s up to me to pop his cherry and turn him into a man.” She paused to wipe the slobber from her lips. “I’ll dress him up like a pretty little doll in my clothes and watch him squirm as I tickle his prostate with my-”
“Ok, I have heard way too much. Time to move on.”
“No! I want to have a trap of my very own!”
I had to physically pull her away, wanting to be off in the distance before anyone saw the transformed chinchilla. We moved further on down the exhibit, but in just a couple minutes, I heard a woman scream behind us as she found the naked chinchilla man that we had left behind. I was feeling bad for the poor guy. This would certainly be scary and confusing for the animals. We moved on to an enclosure holding a fennec fox, a tiny canine from Africa. It had massive ears and a bushy tail, with its fur resembling a toasted marshmallow. It was only about eight inches tall and about a foot and a half long. I really wanted to pet it. According to the info board next to the enclosure, she was named Lola.
“Ok, this one’s a female. Your turn.”
I stared at the diminutive fox, imagining what she might turn into. It happened when I blinked, the creature expanding and changing into the form of a young woman. She had short, white hair tinged with brown with her ears poking through, and a fluffy tail of the same color. As for height and breast size, she was right between Chloe and Momo. Honestly, she looked like the possible child between Chloe and Tobi. Like the chinchilla man, she was first confused, trying to understand her new body and having no idea what just happened. Then she looked at me, her eyes wide. She leaned towards the glass, resting her hand on it. I mirrored her, our palms meeting but with the pane between them.
I thought back to Leah, how she had immediately pounced on me after she transformed. Did this little fox have the same instinct? Did she see me as her creator?
“We should stop this,” I said, “it’s not fair to force this on them.”
“No, we need to keep going. One way or another, your girls and my boys are going to be discovered, but we can at least do it on our terms and try to soften the blow. You’ve already turned her, there’s no going back. You might as well give her company.”
I leaned forward and kissed the window, the closest I could get to the girl. “Just wait, I’ll see you again.”
We continued on through the exhibit, each of us turning two more animals. By the time we left, I was feeling better. After all, I might as well enjoy myself while I’m here.
“Let’s hit the world of reptiles next,” I said.
“You don’t want to go to the bug carousel or butterfly garden?”
“I’ve never transformed a bug before, and I’m worried that if I do one now, it will start happening on its own. I really don’t need the bee’s nest near my home to become a nudists’ colony.”
Leaving behind the mouse house in an uproar, we moved through the crowds towards the world of reptiles. Like the last exhibit, the animals were kept in a building so that the temperature in their enclosures could be better monitored.
“So, who would you rather do? A centaur, or a skunk girl that sprays you when she cums?” Lorraine asked.
“Oh, that’s a hard one. When you say centaur, you mean the whole human top half and horse bottom half, right?”
“Yep, you could bang her and then ride her into battle.”
“If I pick the centaur, can I use a condom?”
“If you use a condom, you’ll have to go down on her.”
“Fuck. If I pick the skunk, do I have to make her cum?”
“I ought to punch you in the dick just for asking that. Of course you do, it’s your job as a man.”
“I’ll take the skunk girl, then. I have a theory that water makes their spray smell worse, and I’ve always wanted to try washing it with olive oil instead.”
We looked down into a large cage, made to mimic the Florida swamps with half a dozen alligators lazily swimming about. This time, there were other people around.
“I can’t tell the males from the females. Should we just both go for it?” Lorraine suggested.
“I guess so.”
We both closed our eyes, willing the phenomenon to happen. It was much different now that we couldn’t see or focus on our target.
“I’m not feeling anything,” said Lorraine, still with her eyes closed. “Should we maybe do a rain dance or something?”
“Nah, that won’t work. We should probably sacrifice someone on a stone altar and rip out their heart to appease the gods.”
A scream then made us jump and we opened our eyes. Down below, two people had appeared in the water. One was a hulking man, as tall as Betty. Like Alex, the iguana, he had a long scaly tail, and with a strip of bone-like ridges going up his spine. However, they continued up over his scalp, taking the place of hair instead of the mohawk that Alex had. The other was a woman, a few inches taller than me, with a similar tail and the reptilian scales covering her scalp. Their skin was a brownish-green.
“Goddamn, I’d fuck them both,” said Lorraine.
Around us, people were freaking out at the sudden appearance of the two hybrids. Unsurprisingly, everyone was too shocked by their arrival to question how they got there. People who actually saw the transformation refused to believe their eyes, those who noticed the tails believed them to simply be costumes. Everyone was worried that they would be eaten by the other gators, while of course horrified by the fact that they were completely naked.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
We hurried on, needing to turn more reptiles. Drawn by the commotion around the alligator enclosure, people were rushing past us. We came to a stop at an anaconda display. The scaly noodle was dozing on a tree branch under the light of a heat lamp.
“You got buns, hun’?” Lorraine asked.
“Ugh, I hate that song. Ok, it’s a female. I’m up.”
A moment of focus was all that it took, for the pane of glass separating us from the snake shattered, the enclosure being filled with a rapidly expanding body. She fell out of the pen, a snake woman just like Elise. Her human body was white, while her snake tail kept the colors and patterns of her original anaconda body, with her hair matching. Once she had realized what had happened to her, she simply curled up back in her warm enclosure, returning to her nap.
We moved on to the frog section and left behind a black and yellow Adonis with webbed fingers and toes. I was beginning to think we might not be able to spend the whole day doing our work. With the building commotion we were leaving behind, the whole zoo might be evacuated. We had to pick up the pace and decided to move on to the baboon reserve.
“Your turn. Who would you rather do? A slug guy, or a pig guy who’s been rolling around in filth?”
“Are they hot? What’s the nose situation?”
“They fit your usual tastes, but the slug guy looks like an albino Namekian and the pig guy… imagine if Kevin Bacon got a bee sting in the nose and then ran into a brick wall.”
“So you’re a DBZ fan! I knew there was something!”
“Come on, who didn’t grow up watching Goku fight Frieza after school?”
“The slug guy, is he slippery or sticky?”
“Sticky, and it’ll take forever to wash out of your hair.”
“What about the pig guy? He’s just been rolling around in mud, right?”
“It’s a pig pen. The ingredients of said filth is the gamble you’ll have to take.”
“I’ll take the slug guy. I’ll lick him clean like he’s covered in butter.”
“The girls and I did the same with Leah.”
Unlike the last two exhibits, the baboon reserve was outside, letting us finally enjoy the spring sunlight. We were walking down paths between fenced-in areas, filled with trees and grass and inhabited by a multitude of different animals. We came to one of the baboon pens, seeing them climbing back and forth across the trees, grooming each other with their young on their back.
“We should probably pick some that don’t have kids,” said Lorraine.
“Agreed.”
Like with the alligators, we simply closed our eyes and tried to expand whatever force or field we seemed to emit, though we mentally wished it wouldn’t affect anyone with babies. When we opened our eyes, two hybrids had appeared on the grass. The male had Lorraine’s preferred bulk, with a fuzzy tail and a chest covered in white hair. Rather than his face, his neck was covered in a thick beard. The woman had the same hair around her head and neck, almost like she was wrapped up in a furry scarf, as well as the tail, but it was something else that left Elise and staring. She had the largest ass I had ever seen, surpassing even Betty’s, but it looked firm, her skin perfectly smooth. It was colored red, a means of her attracting a mate.
“Oh… my… pawg…” Lorraine gasped.
“Don’t you mean ‘God’?”
“I know what I said.”
“Jesus, I want to build a house upon that ass. I want to build a nation on that ass. I want to wage a war to protect that ass,” I said.
“I’ll write the national anthem for that ass if you promise to make me the vice president.”
From there, we continued on through the zoo, stopping at every enclosure and breaking only for lunch. It was amazing to see how different animals appeared in their human form; horns, feathers, tails, and so on. The complexion of them seemed to vary wildly though. In some cases, it seemed that their skin tone depended on the original color of their fur, in other cases it depended on their country of origin, and the majority were just random. At one point, we ended up the Congo Gorilla Forest. We each transformed two great apes, their skin tone ranging from white as mine to dark as Lorraine’s.
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