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Gregory sighed to himself in the bar. It was getting into spring, and he was having no luck with the girls. He had tried his best, but the cute little mouse was never one to woo the girls with his muscles. He was slim and scrawny, and the only type of girls interested in him were the ones looking to dominate him! As desperate as he was, he didn’t want that sort of thing.

Currently, he was drowning himself in a drink. He was feeling that buzz. Darn it, he was a lightweight, and it wasn’t going to help him tonight. He was just into his second beer of the night. He was looking to forget his troubles when he heard a raspy voice from behind him.

“Oy, what’s a scrawny thing like you doing out on your lonesome?” Gregory felt a waft of hot air over his back. The smell of liquor hit his senses and made his eyes water. He saw from the corner of his eye an immense gator sit down, the stool protesting under her weight. She was huge, a powerfully built gator easily three feet taller than him. He stared at her, she was easily far bigger than him in size and weight, and she was staring at him with open lust.

A flush went to his face, he never experienced someone staring at him such!

“Well, erm, well I’m trying my best to have a good time.” He realized what he said was the wrong thing. In his haste and nervousness, he had made an open invitation!

And she took it. The gator leaned closer, wrapping an arm around his body and squirming him against that firm body. Already he could feel her breasts pushed almost tantalizingly close to his face. He was given a good view of her cleavage for sure.

“Looking for a good time, hm? I can help you with that. Name’s Helga.” She spoke with such confidence. The punky gator reached into her pocket, a jingle of coins could be heard. She dropped them on the counter. “Hey Crystal, this is my friend’s next few drinks.”

Gregory looked in surprise at this woman. She was so strong, so confident! It was unbelievable. But as he sank to her body… he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth over him. His mind was getting fuzzy, his face warm. He hadn’t had any of her drinks yet so why did he feel so weird?

A clink stirred him from his stupor, his head still felt so funny. The gator held a drink and brought it to the mouse’s face. “Here you go, one of my favourites! It’s pretty girly and sugary but I’m sure it’ll quickly become one of your favourites soon enough.”

Gregory was squished into Helga’s big fat body. No matter how hard he tried to pull away, the man couldn’t get out of her tight bulk. She wasn’t just huge, the gator’s chubby body had a ferocious look to her. She’d calm down a drunken brawl with her attitude! Helga held the drink to his face and growled.

“Come on, just give it a try! It’s free, are you going to turn down a girl’s offer? I’m one in a lifetime you know, so drink!”

It was unbelievable, but Gregory had no choice but to go with her offer. He looked down at the fizzy pink drink, a nice white swirl to it…. The bartender gave him a side eye. He was curious about that, but nothing happened to the drink. He was keeping a good eye on it.

Gregory took a big gulp of that drink, his mouth burning as he had to quaff it down.

“Come on, you can do ‘ore than that!” She slapped the end of the cup, and far more than he intended to drink went down his gullet. Immediately his face felt hot from the strawberry swirl.

It dripped down his chin, Gregory forced to cough. He sputtered, the drink making him hotter by the moment.

“Jeez, what the hell was in that thing?!” He demanded of the gator.

She looked down at him, Helga’s face grinned. “Oh nothing much. Strawberry, lime… and a hint of feminizing juice. THIS is a lesbian’s bar you know. You didn’t notice you were the only sausage wielder in here, did you?”

Something felt wrong with his body. Gregory groaned. It felt like he was getting even drunker! His thoughts were getting hazy. A cute, ditzy giggle escaped from his lips. One that made me feel oh so funny. W-was it just him or was his face pressing out?

Little by little, he felt a tight streeeetch, as a cute pink vulpine snout was pushing out of his face. A wave of pink fur erupted over it. It was maddenly itchy, and he reached up to feel it. He smelled the drink on his fingers, his fur was shockingly silky to the touch.

He could barely handle what was going on. He was transforming?! His drunken mind couldn’t keep up with the changes. Quickly, bright pink hair fell into his face. His features softened, his Adam’s apple was gone as the fur spread. A nice, somewhat muscular man’s body was being shrunken down to meet a more slender, sleek body.

The gator laughed and held him closer. Her chubby hands reached down and squeezed his shrinking body.

Grgory felt more and more utterly helpless by the moment. His body hiccuped, that ditzy voice coming out again. “Oh my god, like, I can't believe this!” His eyes looked at his snout. Something was wrong and he was struggling to think about it. Those new ears flipped down in concentration. He felt so…slow, like he was dumb as rocks! “Wait, I’m a guy, right? Why am I like, so pink?”

His hair was a bright pink, the softer fur was spreading faster. His body looked so slender and delicate! It was a total shocking contract to the huge tubby gator, who pressed against him. She gripped his body and held him closer. He could feel that fur tickling against her scales.

“That’s because you’re a total girl, Sylva!”

“Sylva” blinked as her mind was aflutter. Wait, was that her name?! To Sylva, it sounded familiar. It felt right. He frowned, gosh, that drink was getting to his head. He went to feel her huge squishy hand placed over his chest. God that felt good. Wiat, when did he have a rack? Such a heavy, fat, massive rack that jiggled pleasingly. Hehe, it felt so great when Helga played with her titties! Wait, he meant his titties, right…?

His body felt so wrong. He could feel his new snout breathing with more clarity the alcohol. Even to his drunken state, he could smell a wide variety of smells. God, it smelled so good… his ears moved on their own. HEheh, that felt so weird! She couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation of her changing body

“Here, take another sip. It IS your favorite after all,” Helga chuckled. It felt so good to listen to Helga. She was right… Sylva took another drink. She felt positively giddy as the drink hit her. A nice, feminine warmth spread through her body. She was sure something was wrong but it was so hard to think. It was far easier to curl into her girlfriend’s arm.

Wait, was this gator her girlfriend? That seemed strange. Sylva was sure she was a stranger just a few short minutes ago.

“Erm, excuse me miss?” Sylva really struggled to think. Her mind was getting fuzzier by the moment! “Did… are we girlfriends? I can’t think straight.” The vixen frowned as she looked up at her.

Helga laughed hard. “Of course we are, dummy! God, you’re such a bimbo brain sometimes, especially when you’ve been drinking.” She held her close. That arm pressed her right against the gator’s breast.

“Don’t you remember, though? Helga whispered close to Sylva to hear. “You WANTED to be more than that. You wanted me to be your mistress. Don’t you remember?”

Sylva frowned. It WAS hard to think. But she wanted this gator for herself. didn’t she? In her drunk, hazy thoughts, that sounded so hot. She was looking for someone like that. She squirmed, her pants getting slick with need. A blush formed on her face.

“Yeah I guess so… that sounds nice”

Helga smirked down at her. “Yeah, that’s the spirit, ya damn drunk bimbo!” God even her insults were getting Sylva bothered. “Why don’t we blow this joint and go back to my place then?”

And that’s what they did.