The Second Transformation Convention, Part 6 (Multi TFTG, Preg) (Patreon)

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By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Camden Levy

After the resounding success of the first Transformation Convention, another has been organised! Transformees from across the globe have gathered once again for meetings, talks, merch sales, job offers, clothing fittings, and social interaction with one another. Whether it be changes in gender, race, body, or even species, there are new interactions to be had, and doubtless new changes yet to come for the many who attend.

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Vignette 6: Artist Alley

Featuring Daphne from ‘Gorgon Girl’, Roxy from ‘Morgan’s Night Out’, and Becca from ‘Sucks to Be a Succubus.’

Melanie passed through Artist’s Alley, her changed form thankfully covered by her loose muumuu, which she knew looked ridiculous on her. 

Oh, thank God! Finally some bras that will fit me!

Melanie was ecstatic. She’d only been transformed a month ago, so when she found out that a Transformation Convention was happening in her very own city, and that it would feature products to help transformed women like her, she was positively ecstatic. She’d been a routine worker at Glayson Pharmaceuticals, charged with checking the chemical balance of their enormous industrial vats. Of course, the poor safety standards had meant that when she’d leaned against the railing to look down on one of the vats, said railing had snapped, and she’d screamed as she’d fallen right down into one. Her coworkers had pulled her out, but only after minutes of being bathed in the stuff, and over the next week she’d come to find out the consequences.

Boobs.

Bigger ones, and then more ones.

Pretty soon the ‘BreastCare’ formula she’d taken an accidental dip into had ‘blessed’ Melanie with three additional rows of breasts, and all of them were immensely sized, stacked on top of one another like she was some kind of ripe fruit producing large, rounded, fleshy buds. Melanie had to deal with the embarrassment of her new front-heavy form, not to mention how nothing she wore fit, and how goddamn sensitive they all were. And then there was the other pair of developments on her backside.

Yeah. Butt boobs. Her ass had swollen up, which had at least given her some counterweight to how front-heavy she was. But Melanie had been understandably horrified to find out that her ass cheeks were not giant boobs, each with big, ultra sensitive nipples. Now, just sitting down could cause her to moan unless she wore the right fabric, and that wasn’t even getting into how wobbly they were, or how her nipples dented against her pants if she got too aroused; which was often.

Fucking buttboobs. I could almost deal with having octoboobs out front, but those things are just ridiculous! And I didn’t even get a good payout from Glayson Pharma, ugh!

But now, wonder of wonders, there was something magnificent before her; Transupportive - A Clothing Store for All Your New Body’s Needs!

It was manned by a medusa woman at the counter, her writhing snakehair held back by a cute headscarf, her green-scaled form adorned in a Greek-style dress that suited her well.

“Welcome, cussstomer!” she declared. “I’m Daphne. Welcome to my store!”

She spoke with a lovely Greek accent, her forked tongue hissing to give it an even more exotic vibe.

“Wow, Daphne, this place is amazing!” Melanie said, gesturing to her surroundings. There were specialist bras for those who had three boobs instead of two. There were special underwater skirts for mermaids who still wanted to cover up, and even adorable summer dresses that were advertised as ‘fur friendly’ and came with openings at the back for a tail to slot through. There were udder support bands, shirts with extra sleeves for multi-arms individuals, and even a range of coloured horseshoes for those with hooves. 

“Thank you,” Daphne said. “I’m quite proud of it. It’ssss not actually my main job; I’m usually a temple priestess in Athenssss. But this is a little sssside thing my boyfriend suggested that I got quite into.”

“Wait, I’ve heard of you! Yes, you were turned by an ancient artefact or something, right?”

“Correct! And I’ve been serving as a gorgon priestess ever ssssince.”

Melanie bit her lip a bit sheepishly. “How do you cope? You know, the tail, the hair, having your entire life changed?”

Daphne smiled, baring her sharp teeth but not looking threatening at all. Kind, in fact. “It was a lot to take in at first, but I love it now. I have serious duties to perform, and I can help other changed individuals. But we haven’t been properly introduced.”

What does she - oh!

“I’m so sorry, I’m Melanie!” she said, bounding forward to shake the gorgon’s hand. Instead, the other woman playfully raised up the tip of her tail from her large coiled mass, and Melanie shook that instead. Her movement had, of course, set her many, many bosoms jiggling against her muumuu, which Daphne’s keen reptilian eyes noticed immediately.

“I take it you’re in need of some new attire? Recent change, Melanie?”

She became a bit flustered, crossing her arms between boobs rows Two and Three. “V-very recent. It’s been two days shy of a month. My changes aren’t cool like yours. They’re more . . . embarrassing.”

“Mine were embarrassing too, once. Come on back, let’s see what I can help you with. Have you been enjoying Artist’s Alley?”

She had, actually, not that lots of it applied to her. There was a cowgirl purchasing a new set of milk pumps rather excitedly, and a succubus selling intimacy products and makeups. Melanie could hear her in the background still.

“Embrace your sexy transformed nature, I know I did! You can still be your own boss like yours truly, Becca the Succubus! I’m not just a pretty face, but a high profile company boss, and you can be too! And you can get your pleasure too; I’ve got a lot of products that will pleasure anyone wanting to explore their new body!”

Melanie has thus far managed to avoid exploring her body out of shame, but the temptation was always there. Her parts were so damn sensitive, after all.

“It really is an interesting place,” she said aloud. “I never thought I’d see stalls advertising pool equipment and tanks for mer and octofolk. Or good luck charms being sold by a kitsune!”

“Those are real good, actually,” Daphne said. “Trust me, my snakes know when its real magic, and that gal knows her stuff. Imagine being some tourist to Japan and then ending up a magical kistune? Oh, hey Roxy, how’s the new dress suit you?”

They paused halfway into the clothing store, which was more expansive than the other stalls and tents that had been set up. Melanie was shocked to see a young woman who was some kind of brown-furred anthro-canine. She had a collar that said her name was ‘Roxy’, and appeared to have a boyfriend from the way she was posing for him in a cute blue ensemble that left space for her happily wagging tail.

“Oh, I just love it, Daphne!” the dogwoman declared. “It’s so light and you weren’t lying, it seriously feels great on my fur! There’s so much material that itches but this feels great! And I can throw it off whenever I want to take a wild run in the park or . . . other things.”

She squeezed her boyfriend’s butt and quickly licked his face, leaving him chuckling.

“Down girl!”

“I’m very glad,” Daphne said. “Is it alright if I help out another customer? Lacey out front can process any purchases.”

She barked an affirmative, then looked quizzically at Melanie, before sniffing the air.

“Oh man, you’ve got multi-boobs like me, huh?”

Oh shit, the nose really does know, Melanie thought. 

“Um, y-yeah,” Melanie said. “I fell into a chemical bath and they sort of just . . . sprouted. I’ve got eight now.”

“Are you sure? I smell ten.”

“Roxy,” Daphne said, gently but firmly. “Remember our convention rules. No one should be made uncomfortable about their changes.”

Roxy made a dog whine in agitation. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to do that. Love to jump at stuff, you know how dogs are! Trust me, Daphne here will make you feel like a new woman. C’mon babe, let’s go find some cute new collars for me. And then maybe some leashes over with Becca.”

Her boyfriend grinned, happily petting his dog-girl girlfriend on the side of her face. 

“Nice to meet you, Melanie!” Roxy called as she left. But then someone stuck in the form of a sexy postwoman walked down the hall and she was off on all fours, barking like a maniac.

“Shit!” her boyfriend cried. “Roxy! Don’t bite her! Roxy! Rein it in, girl!”

Daphne chuckled. “This way, Melanie. Now, would you like me to get your measurementsss? You’ll need to take off the muumuu, I’m afraid.” They entered a private change room with a modified hatch in the side for Daphne to slither part of herself in and out. Melanie still felt quite self-conscious, but the gorgon had a soothing manner about her, and her snakes continued to give little comforting hisses.

“O-okay,” Melanie said. “Just please . . . don’t judge.”

“Of courssse not, dear.”

Melanie took a deep breath which stretched some of the upper material of her clothing. Please, please, please don’t let me regret this, she thought to herself.

She removed her muumuu, and then the undercovering which was used to mask the presence of all her nipples. Four rows of large, overripe cantaloupe sized breasts were now on display for the gorgon woman to see. Melanie sighed at her reflection in the mirror.

God, I’m all boobs. You can only see my bellybutton if you spread the cleavage on my lowest pair. I’m a freak!

“Well, I understand why you’re hiding all that away,” Daphne said, but before Melanie could  view that comment in the most negative light, the gorgon shushed her with a single snake from her head that extended out to silence her. “Not because you’re ugly, Mel. Not at all. But you have a very unique body type, and you need the proper support for all eight of your delightful breasts. I can’t imagine your back feels too good.”

“It’s not as bad as you think. My spine got stronger. Shoulder blades too. But . . . there’s so much jiggling.”

“Well, with eight breasts I imagine so.”

Melanie turned even redder. “Um, not eight. T-ten.”

God, I hope I don’t regret this, she thought. 

She lowered her underwear and turned so that the gorgon could see her other large pair of breasts. The ones she sat down on everyday and had to force down the feelings of unintentional arousal and pleasure.

“Oh,” Daphne said. “O-oh. I ssssee.”

“I’m a gross freak.”

“No! No! I just . . . wasn’t expecting that!”

“No man will want me.”

“Oh, pleasssse. I’ve got a gorgeous Greek boyfriend and I’ve got a head full of hair. We can absolutely find you a man. Men like breasts and men like butts, and you’ve combined the two wonderfully.” “My ass jiggles. See?” 

She shook her wear, and there was a lot of wobbling.

“And men like jiggling. Let me see, there’s something we can do about this, definitely. We can sort out the bras well enough, but if me and my snakes can workout a nice supportive bit of underwear, then I’m sure we’ll be on our way!”

Melanie blinked, then looked up at Daphne, feeling very vulnerable but oddly hopeful at the same time. “Are you - are you sure? I can look normal? I mean, not normal, but I can look good again?”

Daphne smirked, resting her hands on her scaled hips where her torso shifted to become a large serpentine tail. “Melanie, I’m a priestess of Athena. I know what a goddess looks like, and I promise I can make you look like one.”

Holy shit, Melanie thought. She’s good. No wonder she has a growing congregation!

Indeed, as Daphne slithered from one customer to the next, from mermaid to centaur to new woman struggling to figure out a life of bikinis instead of boardshorts, she kept on returning to help Melanie adjust. Bras were tried, combo-bras included for multi-breasts women like her. Soon, Mel actually found herself posing while wearing some stylish bras for her form, along with underwear that helped cushion the breasts on her backside. 

Wow, I can actually look kind of . . . hot! I mean, still way too much boobage, but . . . it’s not all that bad, I guess? I mean, if a guy is into lots of boobs, I bet he’d go gaga for me when I stripped down to this.

Soon Daphne was passing dresses along to her, as well as blouses that could help accommodate her multiple chests while also being slim and supporting on her figure, outlining her four rows without making her just look frumpy. Yes, they were expensive, but Melanie was actually getting excited, which made her nipples extend with arousal. She even felt herself up a little - just a little - at the excitement of it all.

“How are you going?”

Melanie froze on the spot and checked the hatch in the side of the change room. It was, thankfully, still closed.

Oh God, if I’d been seen I might have shrivelled up and died.

“I - I’m ready to come out!”

“Let’sss sssee you then!”

Melanie emerged, feeling far less nervous than she might have imagined. She crossed her arms between rows Two and Three of her breasts, hoisting up several of them. She was wearing a rather daring red dress, one that had a cleavage window for each of her four rows of breasts. It hugged her figure sinfully, showing off her unbelievably ample shape and numerous assets, and also hugged her rear, supporting it while at the same time making it look, frankly, incredible. It even had a thicker band of fabric to hide her rear nipples.

“How do you feel?” Daphne asked in her Greek accent.

“I - I feel . . .”

I feel amazing, she realised in her head, before vocalising that same opinion out loud.

“Of course you do!” Daphne exclaimed, the various snakes on her head sussurating agreement and coiling about in excitement. “Trust me, you’re simply more endowed with what makes a woman look good. The sooner you accept how beautiful you can be, the sooner you can show the world.”

With such high compliments granted to her, Melanie left the store, having purchased far more clothing than she intended to originally. In fact, she’d even scored a lovely blue modular bikini that fit her numerous mammaries perfectly, and did well to cup her ‘assets’ upon her backside too. 

I can’t believe it. I actually feel sexy! I feel like I can take on the world. God, that Daphne gorgon girl was amazing. She and Roxy were right; I can show off my body! I can find a man! And I can take pleasure in being like this - no matter how jiggly, booby, busty, and stacked full of racks I am. Hell, because of it! It almost makes me want to go home and play around with myself . . . a little . . .

A thought occurred to Melanie as she crossed a stall selling guidebooks for women who were trying to condition themselves out of bimbohood. Another series was focused on former men who found themselves suddenly pregnant: What to Expect when You Were NEVER Expecting to be Expecting was the oh-so-clever title.

God, imagine me pregnant. I’d have to swell up with a whole litter just to use all these boobs. Would I leak just from sitting down? Ha!

But this wasn’t where her thoughts were trending. Instead, Melanie was looking back at the stall selling ‘intimate products’, the one run by the succubus Becca. Melanie turned, embracing the way people looked her way and saw her many breasts and numerous sets of fine cleavage, and walked back to Becca’s stall. Her various mammaries jiggled, but she had plenty more support in place. Now, she wanted something else.

“Well, well, well,” Becca said, the busty succubus grinning at her appearance. “You look like a creature blessed by the most sumptuous level of hell! I wish I had more breasts like you; they’d be a killer in the boardroom, enticing all my employees to touch them - as soon as they got their work done, of course.”

“Um, it’s about that, actually,” Melanie said, trying not to blush. “I was hoping to get some items that might, uh, set them off a bit. My many boobs, I mean. Make them . . . responsive.”

The succubus’ grin increased dramatically. “Oh, honey, I can absolutely find something for you and more. Follow me. My new company specialises in this! And these are just the first wave of items!”

Melanie followed Becca into her stall, but turned in response to a cacophony of sound. To her shock, what appeared to be a humanoid triceratops with a surprisingly voluptuous and scaled form was stomping past, seven feet in height, her footsteps causing the floor to rattle and boom. 

“Sorry!” she bellowed, smashing through one stall and sending customised fur-friendly makeup products to the ground. “I guess this version of me is a dinosaur in another universe! Sorry! Get out of my way, please!”

Her footsteps caused the earth to shake like a creature right out of Jurassic Park, and the moment she was out of sight her pursuers appeared, one pregnant and the male partner holding a small giggling boy who looked like he was having a ball of a time.

“Stop that dino! Or whoever he or she is when he or she changes next! Our mission depends upon it!”

“And we really need her soon!” the woman cried, holding her slightly pregnant belly as she ran. “Because I want to have time to bake my husband brownies tonight!”

Melanie gaped at all of this commotion, trying to make heads or tails of it. But then, with a sight that saw all eight of her front breasts rise and fall, she turned to follow Becca.

Not my animals, not my circus, she thought.

And besides, she was getting aroused again. And with the right purchased items, she could finally stop fighting her boob-filled body and finally start enjoying it.

To Be Concluded . . .