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Within a near-dead shopping mall, a woman explored in search of an interesting shop. Milla was invested in this mall being able to make a comeback, literally; she had inherited a toy store, that she and her friend Jack -who handled actually running the place -consistently got almost no customers in. A shame that arcades and the theatre had pulled out, else she might get more folk buying.

Finally, she stumbled across it, a fake-retro sign above the entrance: Braixen-Books. An odd fox stood nearby in the sign's shape, and she stepped inside, curious to see who was selling, only to be caught off guard by how there was simply a sign saying that the staffers were busy.

Milla looked around, surprised that the bookstore she'd stumbled across had a section for food. It was already strange that there was no one on staff, but that was fine; they were probably just busy elsewhere. The movies and games in their own area also were something she could justify to herself; might as well stay competitive by offering more than just books. But this was strange.

Most of the section was soft browns and tans, modern shelves juxtaposed with older seats for those who wished to read in store, a few computers set up in a side area to check digital products. By contrast, this side area had the cool whites and blues of local food stores and megastores; it felt out of place, but then again, so did this new opening in an old mall that was only barely holding on. The air itself felt off; she felt almost like she wasn't meant to be there, but at the same time was still curious.

Stepping past a shelf, Milla found an even odder sight within the already odd place, a display stand for free samples of milk, of all things. A strange pink cow stood nearby, although a moment's examination showed it was just a cardboard cutout. The pink bottles described their contents as "Miltank essence"; Milla was confused by the insinuation that these drinks were from a fictional species, but as she braced herself and smelled an open bottle, she could at least tell that it wasn't expired, whatever it was.

Her fears set aside for the moment, she brought the bottle to her lips and drank; it was indeed milk, a pleasant tasting variety, but aside from an odd tingling left on her lips she could only wonder what was so special about it. This didn't stop her from drinking the whole bottle, of course; she enjoyed it well enough, and figured it'd be rude to leave an unfinished bottle for someone else to drink.

She explored the rest of the area, trying to figure out where anyone else was; she couldn't even see a backdoor, or employee only entrance, or anything. Taking a science fiction novel and opening it, she saw nothing unusual about the contents; repeating this loose test with some other books and films she'd seen before likewise showed nothing abnormal. She could tell there was nothing she could do about this mystery, and yet still didn't leave; it was only when she'd returned to the foods section and grabbed a bit of some sort of mushroom tea for her friend that she felt inclined to leave, sliding some cash and a note under the register as she went.

Her shoes made loud clacks as she walked back to her own store, the heels a hard point on the stone tile. Milla was having a surprisingly hard time getting the thought of her earlier drink out of her head, her steps growing unsteady for a moment. She swore her pants were tighter than usual for a moment, but dismissed it for now; her own store, with a faded sign, was just ahead, and as she pushed the door open she was greeted by Jack's smile.

"Hey boss! How's the new shop?" she asked, leaning forward on the desk they used as a counter.

"No one's there! But I did pick up a drink for you there." She casually tossed the bottle over to her friend, and the woman cracked it open to start on it before even looking at the red and white mushroom on it.

"Isn't it a bookstore?"

"Yeah, but it had a drinks section for some reason. Weird store all around. Anyway, I'll be in the back if you need me."

Jack nodded, sipping from their bottle. For a moment, Milla thought about making more small talk, but dismissed it; she needed to sit down, she'd been walking around in heels way too long and her ankles were aching. Pushing through the back door, she settled into her makeship office, which was in reality just a folding table with a computer on it next to filing cabinets, shielded by shelving units with some cardboard tied to them.

As she checked up on her finances, placing an order for a few new figures, she couldn't help but think more about the new store. It shouldn't have been left unattended, but otherwise she was surprised by how nice it was. She recalled it taking a while to set things up; that section had used to be a small grocery, so it at least made sense they'd have the stuff for drinks in retrospect. She idly rubbed at her hair, annoyed by an oncoming headache, but as she did, she realized she felt something strange: the pain was centered around two points on her scalp, a set of small horns slowly forming.

She took a moment to turn off her computer screen, turning it into a mirror; it was hard to tell, dark hair on dark glass, but she did indeed have a pair of small points poking through... and, in fact, her hair itself was darker, brown replaced by black at the roots, though if it was spreading it was too slow for her to notice.

Remembering her earlier pain, Milla quickly slid her shoes off to check her feet; they weren't hooves, thankfully for her, but her nails had taken on a dark colour, and she could only assume that under their paint her fingers had a similar change. Still, nothing else about her was different; she tried to reassure herself that she could hide this, even if it didn't undo itself after a while.

For now her biggest question was what happened; already her mind was piecing things together- she drank milk and got cow features- but this in turn required her to accept magic was real, or nanobots, or something, and that some random store had it. She supposed it wasn't unreasonable to spread that sort of stuff around, at least; she wouldn't tell folk, but it was something she'd do herself.

"Um, boss? Is it alright if you close up for today?" Jack yelled into the room, without bothering to step inside.

"Oh, sure!" Milla responded, thinking nothing of it. It wasn't unusual for her to close up, or for Jack to just yell through the improvised walls. Plus, this gave her more time to figure out how to hide her changes.

She slipped into her heels once more, her legs rested enough to work with them. A spare hat would hide her horns, and she could find excuses if she needed to explain wearing it indoors. Hair changes could passed off as dye, she could fit some into her budget to back up her claim. And yet, as she set out, closing the store shutters, she couldn't help but wonder... what if she had more of the odd milk?

Part of her knew it was a bad idea, to sneak back to the store, especially since she saw a figure leaving it, bag in hand. Part of her was worried that she wouldn't be able to hide the changes, or that they'd be permanent. But that part of her also knew that undoing the existing changes would be best done if she could look at the bottles again, to get a better idea of what they said, and so it was in agreement with the other part of her, the one encouraging her to have fun with it, to see what being a cow would be like.

Slipping inside, she still saw no sign of the owner, but there was at least a sign telling guests that she was busy. Not a problem for Milla; she simply tossed some extra cash onto the counter, before grabbing several bottles and sticking them into a bag of her own. As she snuck back out, she risked drinking one in the hall, taking the moment to savour the taste before swallowing.

Back in her apartment, she happily slipped her heels off once more, formal blouse tossed aside in favour of a casual shirt. She pulled out her earlier bottle to resume her drink, while idly looking over another's label. She now saw more clearly that this had some sort of red and white ball branding, trying to remember it before realizing it was a Pokéball; she wasn't too surprised by them making this crossover, given they had a cow Pokémon as is, but was surprised to get them outside Japan.

Wait, that was it; this milk must have been specifically turning her into a Miltank, not just any cow. She wasn't sure how or why, still, but she at least knew what was happening. Her chest felt tight as she kept drinking, and she realized she'd need to loosen her top; luckily for her she had spare outfits that would fit her, as she felt her bust start to grow. It wasn't by much, and they were already large enough to be noticeable, but it was something she'd have to deal with and hope no one noticed.

When she returned to work, she had a spare bottle on her while the rest were kept in her home. It took a bit of finagling to make her work clothes fit, and she felt a pink fuzz replacing her body hair, but she was able to keep things under wraps for now. When she stepped inside, however, she was immediately caught by how Jack had apparently dyed her own hair a bright green. The pink lipstick and oddly pale complexion she had caught her attention soon after, and she just had to ask about it.

"Oh hey, Jack! Did you do your hair, and, uh, skin...?"

She squirmed in place, sipping a fresh cup of tea before answering.

"Ah, yeah, felt like a toy store worker should have a sillier look, you know? Kinda funny we both dyed our hair on the same night, haha."

"Oh yeah, that is strange, isn't it? Mine's just for a change of pace, though."

The two nodded along, both realizing that the other was just as defensive. That was something to figure out later, though, Milla quickly excusing herself to the back to check inventory while Jack handled a customer. Work progressed surprisingly normally after that, even as Milla periodically drank from her weird, transformative bottle. Finally, as closing time hit once more, the changes began to hit in force.

Milla, thankfully hidden away in the back, felt her hips starting to actively tear her pants and underwear from the inside out, loud ripping noises audible even in the front. Jack had already closed the shutters tonight, and hopefully would just assume the noises were Milla opening a box or something. A glance down her belly confirmed that not only was she swelling, but that her oddly sensitive front was the product of new teats growing, a set of four, pink against cream and already leaking alongside her human chest. When she brushed a hand down to feel, she accidentally ran against another breast, as well; while still small, a second set of breasts, human save for pink fur, was growing in.

As she felt her new body, she stumbled and nearly fell over; her toes were fusing together, feet shifting into simple hooves with only two digits each. A quick look at her hands confirmed the stiff feeling there was likewise the result of them fusing together into a trio of blunt nails, lacking dexterity but still usable. Before she could adjust to her changes, however, Jack burst into the back, herself hard to recognize.

Her skin was unmistakably a weird, pale grey; her hips were themselves enlarged and tearing through her pants, her legs likewise starting to swell. One of her hands had shifted into a mushroom cap, a red and white pattern on top; the other was already in the process of shifting, fingers subsumed by her palm growing outward. And the top of her head was dominated by a slowly growing, warty cap, a few loose spores drifting free as she made her way inside.

"Milla, are you- oh, you too!?"

"Jack? Ah, give me a moment-"

Taking advantage of her new hooves, Milla tore through what was left of her clothes, simply disregarding the fact that her friend and employee would now be seeing her in the nude. She gave a sigh of relief, no longer constricted by her tight clothing, before looking to Jack, whose legs were seemingly pulling closer together on their own.

"Want me to help with that?"

"I... yeah..."

In a matter of minutes, the two transforming women now stood naked, their changing forms on full display for each other. Milla turned around, trying to catch sight of the black bulb on the tip of her cream tail; Jack squirmed in place as her legs began to fuse together more fully, not rendering her immobile outright but still left having to effectively waddle as her new stem formed. As she faced her boss, one arm hoving just under her chest, the two were able to get good looks at each others faces as they marked the final changes, Milla growing a rounded, soft snout, black furred ears hanging loosely from her head, while Jack's nose effectively vanished into her large, pink mouth, sticking out almost like a beak.

Both couldn't help but blush; the nudity was surprisingly comfortable, natural even, but they weren't used to seeing each other naked, and their new forms only added to the embarrassment. Jack idly struggled to pick up even a small pencil as she adjusted to her new hands, while Milla began to idly milk herself, not even minding how it was spilling onto the floor, her friend not minding but not particularly interested in joining in.

As the two explored themselves, they suddenly heard someone come in, despite the closed shutters. They weren't sure whether or not to be surprised they saw that the intruder was, in fact, a Braixen; one who looked almost like a normal one, even, although her slightly above average size and human use of a witch's hat and glasses made the furred creature stick out. She set her wooden stick into her bushy tail, stepping forward on dainty paws to look over the two.

"So, you're the ones who took my samples, huh? Sorry for not being there to warn you about this."

It then clicked in Milla's head that this must have been the store owner; she'd named it after herself, or maybe transformed herself to match the store.

"Oh, does that mean you can help us with um, this?" she asked, and the small fox nodded.

"Of course! Though, when you say 'help', do you mean 'undone the changes' or 'help you live with the changes'?"

Both women paused at this, wondering about the possibilities that their new bodies could bring, despite the new limits on what was possible for them. Jack brushed some spores out of her caps; Milla squeezed a breast, milk dripping out. Jack was the first to answer.

"I... think I wanna stick with this, we can just undo it later if I change my mind, right?"

"Of course, brai! Not a problem!"

"In that case... I'll try it too. I'm the one who gave you that tea, Jack, it's only fair I stay transformed if I can."

The Braixen was happy to hear the two, happily bouncing, her ear-fluff wiggling with every jump. "Alright! I can see it now, 'Miltank Toys'.... Wait, no, that's a terrible name. Well, we'll think of something, braix."

Milla nodded and smiled, hooves idly exploring her udder once more. She was a little curious as to how clothes could work, or how Jack would commute, but nonetheless she was quite excited to see just where this would go.