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Lifestyle Changes (A SynTech Story)

By Danath

Lifeforce © his owner

Written during Freebies Stream Vol. 71: Corporate Advancement (1/3/2019).

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Decades ago, before SynTech...

A pair of raccoons wearing black shorts, sweaters, and caps peered around the corner of a large brick building. The street was empty so late at night. This particular street was dimly lit thanks to a series of rocks thrown at the lamp posts over the past week. The brick building the raccoons huddled against faced a nondescript storefront on the other side. A hand-lettered sign above the gated entryway read "Fine Jewels & Repair."

A large white van pulled around the corner, cut its engine, and coasted with its headlights off to a gentle stop in front of the store. One side of the van slid open, revealing a tall white rabbit wearing a balaclava to hide his fur and ears. The interior lights were removed, leaving the feline driver in shadow.

With practiced precision, the raccoons darted across the street and helped the rabbit unload a large glass cutter rig featuring suction cup mounts and a spinning blade coated in industrial diamonds. As the tall lapine pressed the blade tip against the glass, the raccoons huddled over the security panel with a soldering gun. A few sparks flew as they short-circuited the alarm while the rabbit's arms windmilled the blade around and around, slicing deeper and deeper into the glass.

On cue, the raccoons tossed their gear in the van and helped the rabbit pull the circle of glass free, then boosted each other through the hole into the shop. The rabbit disassembled the cutting rig and lugged it into the van, loudly scraping a metal part along the pavement, which drew a sharp look from the driver.

The rabbit dumped the equipment as quietly as he could onto a pile of blankets in the otherwise empty back of the van.

"How long?" he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

There was no reply from the driver, a slim and nervous-looking calico.

"How long?" the hare asked again, his voice a bit louder.

There was still no answer, so the rabbit pulled off his ski mask and leaned forward between the front seats. He realized the calico hadn't heard a word he'd said - the feline's gaze was fixed forward, eyes wide, muzzle open.

"What the..."

The rabbit turned his head towards the front of the van, only to be greeted by the dark, inky blackness of massive shadows swinging towards the windshield. He managed only a single, startled yelp before finding himself thrown forward as the engine crunched down to half its height, tipping the car up and around on its nose. It spun overhead in a full circle above the green-suited figure beneath it, landing with a thud on the street behind, pinning the two would-be thieves inside.

A pair of naturally-masked faces peeked out of the circle cut into the glass facade of the jewelry store, muzzle agape. Their faces turned towards each other, then back to the street, where a panda with long, flowing black hair stood framed in the light of the moon. A pelt-tight satin green bodysuit clung to her narrow waist and wide hips, separated by a gold band around the middle. They extended down her long and slender legs to her calves, where a pair of tall, fitted black boots wrapped around her feet. The top of the costume distended outwards, stretching and creaking as the enormous mass of two oversized and incredibly heavy breasts jostled and wobbled, jiggling madly with the slightest of movements. The thin green fabric rippled as the night breeze rustled through her hair, blowing stark strands of black across the lush, white-furred orbs, which squeezed together more than halfway out of the top as they shrunk somewhat back down to a more manageable size - though still more than ridiculous on any normal person.

The panda's round black ears flicked as she flashed her sharp white teeth at the two raccoons.

"Well, you two have a decision to make," she said, lifting one wrist up in front of her muzzle to adjust the gold band encircling it with her other paw. She took her time, and switched to the other before glancing back up at the raccoons. "We can do this the easy way... or the hard way."

To emphasize that last point, the panda's fingers slipped down beneath her enormous chest to the prominent, masculine bulge lewdly stretching outwards in a near perfect sphere, both sac and length compacted tightly together in the satin green fabric. It bobbed above her wide thighs, deceptively small all packaged up as it was - and something both thieves knew from the many times the superhero featured on the news broadcasts in various states of arousal.

One of the raccoons finally spoke, though his voice was high.

"Boobjob!"

The other raised his hands up over his head.

"We give up!"

The panda smirked, though judging by the way the bear's over-endowed chest spilled out from her top, which managed to just wrap around the tips of her fat and plump nipples, she may just have wanted that fight after all.

"Suits me just fine," she said. "Now come out here and wait for the police like good criminals. You can help your friends over there out of the van."

Boobjob grinned, watching as the dazed duo sat on the curb, while the two raccoons cast glances her way every so often. Being a superhero wasn't quite what she expected, but she was learning to enjoy herself anyways...

Three months earlier: Initiation Day

"Welcome to the Initiation Day ceremony!"

The sun beamed down on the city, melting away the last of the winter coldness and bringing a new sense of warmth to the atmosphere. In no place was this felt more strongly than the row of newly commissioned superheroes. The mayor stood on the stage at a podium addressing a huge crowd packed into the park to see the year's rookies.

"We're gathered to show our support for the new members of the Ranks of Justice, who protect us from the criminals threatening our fair city!"

On the stage, half a dozen people stood more or less at attention, all clad in a wide variety of costumes. Compared to the flashier outfits, like the trenchcoat-clad detective or the lightning-themed hero on the other end of the stage, Lifeforce felt a little... subdued. The panda's outfit looked traditional enough - solid green, black boots, and gold accents around his wrists and waist. It complemented his powers of telekinesis well enough. Had he not thought this through enough? The other heroes all seemed to have much stronger themes, though Lifeforce could at least pride himself on knowing that his powers would - and did - beat the pants off of most of them during their training. While superheroes as a rule didn't read their own coverage, Lifeforce couldn't help but sneak a peek at some rookie power rankings, where he placed very high on the list. It prompted him to work even harder in the academy and at his assignments in the field as a junior superhero.

And here was, finally, at long last, after years of devotion, the big payoff: Initiation Day, when powerful individuals joined the Ranks of Justice and fought against evildoers as full-fledged heroes. Lifeforce could hardly wait to show what he was capable of - his ambition to prove himself drove him all the way through the grueling training and left him confident and ready to face any challenge the city's ne'er-do-wells could throw at him.

"And so, on this wonderful day, as we gather together in a city park created through initiatives sponsored by my office, let us remember how much we owe the superheroes who protect us, and that we must support them just as they have supported us. Furthermore..."

Lifeforce grinned as looked out over the crowd, many of whom smiled and cheered throughout the mayor's impressive, if long, speech. Newspaper reporters snapped photographs, kids holding flags shouted out their favorite's names, and three representatives from the Ranks of Justice representing the most powerful of the heroes, watched in solemn silence. Their capes ruffled behind them despite the lack of any wind.

But something didn't feel right to the black and white bear. He closed his eyes for a moment, reviewing the scene of the crowd in front of him. What had he seen? Where was it?

His black eyelids snapped open. The bear's pupils dilated as he realized the danger was closer than he could have thought.

Not more than two dozen feet away, a tall stallion lifted his arms. He was older, with streaks of gray running through his mane. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the words "Pine View Labs" and a small green outline of a tree - the logo for a city-sponsored research firm that was recently closed down due to lack of results.

The panda didn't think twice. He rushed forward, startling the other heroes on the dais, and vaulted into the air from behind the mayor, leaping clear over the startled grizzly. He sailed through the air, both arms extending. The golden bands around his wrists glowed a brilliant white as the stallion's arms continued to swing upwards, bringing the large, hip-fired laser weapon he'd hidden beneath a blanket. Red nozzles and flashing lights blinked around the long barrel as the panda flew forward.

Lifeforce heard himself shout as the stallion pulled the trigger and ---

The panda's eyes squinted. His hands spread open, ready to unleash a barrage of telekinetic energy, but nothing happened. He just hung in the air, unmoving. The stallion's eyes were wide and unblinking, mere feet away. The barrel of the gun pointed dangerously close to Lifeforce's chest, he realized. Swiveling his head, he looked behind him. The mayor was frozen in place, one arm pointing, while half a dozen superheroes were in the air ready to jump in front of anything that came towards him, the beginnings of an epic dogpile.

Only Lifeforce got to the blast first, apparently.

The panda turned his head again. It seemed that he was the only one who could move. Even the stallion - probably one of the scientists laid off by the budget cuts, part of which went to fund the park they were in now, Lifeforce remembered. What was that gun supposed to do? Why could he move - well, his head anyways - and nobody else could move at all? There'd been no flash of light, no brilliant sparkles, no flames or smoke - just a sudden freezing in place of himself and everyone around him.

The panda's large eyes peered around, looking for any sign of movement, but not even the upper-ranked heroes' capes - which always fluttered whether a breeze or not - were supernaturally still. He turned back towards the scientist as a light pink haze descended around him, as though he were looking through pink-tinted sunglasses.

The panda felt a strange sensation of pressure all around him. Below, upturned faces gawped in a variety of frozen masks as he felt something grip onto his toes. He turned his head, but saw nothing. He could feel it, though, whatever it was - a strange, tingling sensation that only intensified as it crawled higher up his calves. Lifeforce tried to struggle, but his body remained frozen, held by an invisible force field as the tingling intensified.

The pressure eased off around the panda's feet and he looked down again. His eyes blinked as he realized his boots had changed from the large, military-like style to a slimmer, sleeker version with a short heel. His muscular legs suddenly switched to a slim and effete pair just below where the tingling felt the strongest. And it kept going, quickly changing his knees and soon his thighs.

The panda's muzzle opened with shock as the first tingles engaged with his maleness. Despite his initial fear due to the much more feminine appearance of his legs, the panda's testicles, once fully surrounded by the intense and invisible pressure, swelled to nearly double their size. Lifeforce's lips parted as his arousal intensified, though due to the frozen nature of his body, his length couldn't grow stiff. That didn't stop the waves of orgasmic pleasure washing through him as his hips spread wider. The wave-like force crept upwards slowly, though Lifeforce had no way to know how fast or slow this was taking, especially not as the bliss induced by the mysterious gun sent shivers of absolute pleasure running up his spine and into his brain, drowning out any possible complaints.

The panda's hips ended up significantly thicker, packing a rounder and plusher backside than before, when he'd spent hours in training honing his body to a muscular edge. Now that power remained, but hid beneath a layer of soft, plump feminine curves. His maleness swelled as the pleasure peaked, growing bigger and bigger, keeping pace with the growth in his sac below.

The beam of pressure tightened around his waist. He felt no pain, only the intense sensation of a million pieces of himself being turned over all at the same time again and again. His narrow stomach was smooth and firm, covered by the tight green suit clinging to her body.

Her body? Lifeforce shook her head. No, not her. I'm not a her... I'm... I'm...

The pressure approached his shoulders. The tingles in his brain sent quiet tendrils of heat and lust throughout his body. She groaned as the reality she knew changed. He'd never been him, and wouldn't be him, and wasn't him now, but her. He knew that wasn't the way things were, but somehow it was at the same time. Conflicting memories arose in his head as she replayed through major events in her life. Graduating high school in the custom-tailored graduation gown that managed to fully cover her chest for the first time in four years. Earning her place in the superhero training program. All the hours spent studying and practicing and preparing...

The panda's eyes bulged as her chest swelled. The tingling grew so intense she felt herself vibrating. It encompassed her entire body at one point, though its focus remained entirely on her chest as she went from an A-cup to a C-cup in what felt like moments, but could have been hours. The green neckline of her suit stretched further away from her as she developed bigger and bigger, adding dozens of pounds in weight and heft until the two huge orbs were so large she wasn't sure she'd be able to get her arms all the way around them and still touch her fingers together.

Boobjob gasped as the intense pleasure worked its way deep into her hard and fat teats. They sprung outwards, dimpling the fabric only a little thanks to the deep and luxuriously soft coating of white fur encompassing the massive pair. Boobjob's eyes closed as she tried to focus. Her name wasn't even Boobjob. It was Lifeforce! She was Lifeforce!

But she wasn't. Not anymore, and from the perspective of everyone else, she knew, she'd never been anyone else at all.

The realization of what the gun did made Boobjob shudder at the potentials. It changed not just a person, but reality itself. Or took from another reality - opening a door and copying over information somehow, to replace what was in this reality. And whatever reality this body came from must be a seriously raunchy place. No matter what it did or where it went to, the gun was too powerful and dangerous for anyone to possess or use ever again. If there were multiple realities, multiple worlds, then maybe she was lucky to have gotten something like this when there were much darker possibilities. A gentle pink haze and a faint scent of musk wasn't so bad, was it?

The tingling faded from the center of her brain as her memories snapped into place. She'd done everything she had before, and she was still the same panda she was before, she was sure, but her memories of her life as a male were gone, replaced by the doubled-up form she now possessed, along with its incredible abilities. The panda's new body shivered with anticipation. Her enormous breasts swelled larger yet, straining and stretching the green jumpsuit outwards in all directions as the swells of the bottom sides dipped almost to the plumped-up, generous slab of maleness occupying the center of the panda's wide thighs.

And then it was over. Time unfroze as suddenly as it stopped in the first place, dispelling the last of the pink haze.

Boobjob's chest distended, tripling in size in mere moments. The sudden weight and density hauled the feminine panda forward as the enormous breasts crunched downwards, instantly flattening the stallion and shattering his gun into a million pieces. The panda bounced down into her own plush, warm, tender breasts, claws scraping through the fur for purchase, before momentum sprung her back out. As she flew backwards, her chest decreased in size, until it was merely twice as big as when she started. The twin orbs hung proudly from her chest as she landed in a fighting pose squarely on her feet, carrying the enormous weight with no apparent difficulty, despite that they nearly reached to the ground. The enormous orbs rippled and sloshed side to side dramatically as the powerful panda's arms dropped - the stallion was out cold and the gun broken, so the fight was over as quickly as it started.

Security guards rushed up from all directions as the crowd scattered, though the threat had already been neutralized. As people realized, they turned to watch and cheer. Guards grabbed the scientist and cuffed his unconscious figure before hauling him away through the crowd. Several black-suited bodyguards scooped the remains of the scientist's weapon into a black suitcase.

"Boobjob! The newest recruit to the Ranks of Justice! Thank you, Boobjob!"

The panda grinned and turned as her oversized breasts jostled and jiggled, still slowly decreasing in size, though impossibly large as they bounced up and down from her chest. Before, her telekinetic powers allowed her to control objects around her. It seems that in whatever reality this body came from, that telekinetic power could affect her own body instead - or at least, parts of it. Putting aside those thoughts for the moment, she waved to the mayor and the cheering crowd around her before crouching down. The undersides of her breasts flattened on the ground before she jumped, launching herself back towards the stage. She landed with an impressive jiggle and bounce before resuming her place in the line with the other rookies.

"Just doing my job, Mayor!" she said, waving again to the cheering audience.

A guard approached the mayor with a suitcase. The mayor leaned in and nodded his large head before turning back to the microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman, the notorious Dr.... uh... oh, right... Dr. Jacobson is now under arrest thanks to Boobjob! In recognition of a rookie making her first major bust before the initiation ceremony is even over, I'd like to present her a trophy for her first catch - the evil Jacobson's laser gun! The very gun Boobjob jumped in front of to protect all of us!"

To great applause, the panda stepped forward to accept the suitcase. She opened it, resting it facing outwards on top of her chest for the newspaper photographers as the mayor leaned in, squishing in against one side of the panda's overgrown chest, as the flash bulbs popped.

Epilogue - Back to the heist!

"Thanks again, Boobjob. We wouldn't have been here on time if it weren't for your tip."

"No problem, officer."

The panda grinned as the young, handsome wolf police officer glanced her up and down a few more times. Her chest had just about returned to its normal, awe-inspiring size, and she was feeling pretty good about how she handled that. It wasn't quite the same telekinesis as she was used to, but she found it just as easy to use when she practiced. Which helped considering how big her puppies grew lately. In one recent test, she managed to forever change how a pair of local teenagers would view the large, empty swimming pool behind the shopping center. Fortunately they were too stunned to take any pictures as the mortified panda launched herself away hauling van-sized tits along with her.

The superhero turned to leave the crime scene in the hands of the police, having given her report as required. She'd be notified of a court date, if there was one, later on. She'd made it no more than a few feet before a tiger in a white lab coat stepped out from behind the corner of a building and extended a paw.

"Boobjob! Pleasure to meet you," he said. "I'm XXXXXXXX from Synergism Technologies. We're working with the mayor's office on new superhero research projects... you may have been told we'd be coming by?"

The panda nodded. "Oh, right... the new research center?"

"Well, we're privately-owned and working on contract. We have big plans for the future once I find that big breakthrough. I've been waiting to speak to you for a while now, and I have a lot of questions after reviewing your post-initiation interviews."

"How long will this take?" Boobjob asked. She ran her claws along her tight, stretchy green uniform, resettling the neckline as her chest reached its normal, supersized resting point.

"Oh, just an hour, at the most. I'm sure you'll want to talk to me about when you changed. What were you known as before Initiation Day, anyways?"

The panda's head swiveled towards the tiger, muzzle dropping open. This was the first time anyone ever suspected she hadn't always been this way. She considered telling people, but who would believe her? She was Boobjob, always had been - completely normal.

"How'd you know about that?" she gasped.

The tiger grinned even wider and simply raised a paw into the air. A black town car idling on the curb down the street turned on its headlights and pulled around after completing a large U-turn in front of the police barricade. The door swung open automatically and the tiger stepped inside, then slid across the bench seat and leaned over.

"Let's talk back at my lab, and maybe we can both get the answers we're looking for..."

The end