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Freebies are short stories written live during a stream. People are chosen at random to get a story based on their ideas and characters.

Freebies Vol. 54: Chemicality Edition!

Chemicals, the wonderful plot points of many a TF scene, are a great way to turn some unsuspecting (or suspecting!) character into all sorts of naughty, hilariously hypersexed beings.

Characters belong to RayO_ElGatuBelo.

"Free samples! Made with real African chocolate! Fair trade!"

Loraine watched the crowds stream past her small, spartan stall. The baked food fair was supposed to be a good way for small companies to get their goods onto shelves in large supermarkets, but so far, she hadn't gotten more than a couple tentative nibbles. She sighed and held up her tray, forcing a smile after a moment when a handsome businessman in a well-tailored suit paused to inspect her wares.

"Mind if I try one?" he asked.

Loraine nodded. "Go ahead! They're all-natural using a secret recipe I've developed based on ingredients from Africa," she said, launching into her well-worn explanation. "I take only the freshest foods and combine them to form a flavor explosion! Only the freshest from Amphitrion Bakery!"

The line was over-the-top and cheesy, but Loraine was a baker at heart, not a promoter. And they really did taste good - she'd been eating them non-stop for almost six months after discovering the special dark chocolate while on an ingredient-finding trip to the other continent. But so far, her flavors hadn't caught on back home.

Still, she held out hope.

"Mm! Delicious!" the businessman said. "Here's my card. Send a box to my company and we'll set up a meeting, okay?"

Loraine gasped when she read the name of the company on the card. It belonged to the largest chain of supermarkets in the country, the fabled land for any small bakery.

"Of course! Thank you so much!" she said. "Here - take a sampler box with you."

The businessman smiled and accepted the gift before striding off to the other side of the aisle, where he sampled some frozen yoghurt blend made by a company named "Happy Pasha's". Their logo was a ridiculous cartoon panda wearing a fez. It couldn't compare to her own brownies, cookies, and chocolate bars, all made with the signature dark chocolate.

The rest of the day didn't go as well. By lunchtime, she'd got only a few more interested people to take the samples. After lunch, she returned to hawking her goods. She ate a few more brownie bars when she took breaks, enjoying her own baked goods as much as she hoped everyone else would. They were just so rich and decadent, yet contained no preservatives or any other additives.

Loraine brushed her long ponytail back from her shoulder as she held her tray out encouragingly to a group of passing women. They ignored her and headed for the yoghurt stand instead. She frowned. What was it with yoghurt? Sure, it had all sorts of health benefits, but as her display stated, her goods had just been approved by the FDA as a low-calorie baked good, putting it into similar territory... right?

The short woman retreated to her stall and fingered the card in her pocket she'd received earlier. She was already imagining her boxes lined up on shelves with hordes of customers pulling them down, stacking them in carts, and with all that money, she could open up a truly state-of-the-art bakery, something nice, not like her current run-down place with 15-year-old equipment.

Another brownie crumbled apart in her mouth as she savored the delicate chocolate chips baked into them. They had a hint of sweetness, but also a good dose of bitter, and the faintest taste of nuts, though they were all allergy-free. Loraine smiled and swallowed, but grimaced when her belly twinged.

She'd ate far too many brownies and cookies today. She kept herself slim through constant exercise - her only recreational activity when she wasn't baking - but she could feel a definite gut-ache coming on. It wasn't quite unpleasant after a few minutes, though, and she went back out front of her stall to try to snag a few more possible prospects.

Her belly grumbled and she leaned over for a moment as something twinged in her lower back now. That was unusual. But she was a trooper - she hadn't gone to Africa, discovered a new kind of chocolate, created the perfect brownies, and came back all to let a little bellyache stop her. No, this day was going to be perfect.

It wasn't until she noticed the soft layer of fine brown fuzz sprouting from the backs of her hands that she realized she may have eaten a little too much of the chocolate. What had the president of the shipping company told her while she was in Africa? The chocolate was made using milk from indigenous animals?

Loraine stared at her hands as the fine fuzz grew rapidly into a patch of thick brown fur, spotted with dots of black here and there. She looked around wildly as her arms and legs creaked and stretched, muscles contorting without her consent. Nobody had yet noticed her discomfiture and she ran back to her stall, hiding beneath the table.

She groaned as something popped in her backside and held up her hands as her fingernails turned dark black. They formed points, drawing up into claws as she watched fearfully, too scared to even cry out. At the same time, her bellyache changed into something far more pleasant. She moaned as a heat grew in her loins, a lust she hadn't been expecting. She jerked her head back, gasping, and banged it into the table leg. Her mouth ached and she pressed her fingers to her lips.

They were thicker, fuller than before. Reaching up with a nearly completely fur-covered hand, she grabbed for her purse off the table and dug inside until she found the small make-up kit. She had to use her claws to pop open the case and held the mirror up in the dark light under the table - though, she found, her eyes had adjusted easily to the darkness.

That, she also found, was due to her eyes having changed. No longer soft and brown, they were now bright yellow, wide with fear. She looked down at her arms and scratched at the itchy fur growing in up to her elbows. She could feel more coming in on her legs and stomach.

What was happening? Too many brownies were bad for you, but this... this was insane! Loraine froze and collapsed, whole body twitching, as the changes continued. She groaned loudly, awkwardly, as a flame of lust thrilled up her spine. Her legs kicked and her toes - now with claws like her fingers - tore through her high heels, rending them easily. Her ankles twisted and her foot shifted. A dewclaw sprouted from her lower leg as her foot changed into that of a four-legged animal.

Using the mirror, she looked at her face again, summoning all her energy just to lift her arms. She gaped with horror at what stared back at her: not the face she was used to, the one that stared at her in the mirror at home every day, but the face of a hyena.

Thick black lips, sharp white teeth, blazing yellow eyes, and a thick scruff of fur all combined with her rapidly diminishing human features. She clenched her hands - paws, by now - and groaned again as something pushed over the top of her narrow purple pencil skirt. It wagged back and forth and she nearly screamed when she realized it was a tail. Her hips cracked, expanding rapidly, until her dress ripped down the seams and fell to the floor.

Her foot banged into the table leg and nearly knocked it over as a growl escaped her quivering lips. The lustful feelings in her gut intensified until she could hardly stand it. She grabbed at her thighs, moaning with unrepressed need as she was momentarily blindsided by the urges within.

The mirror broke beneath her growing shoulders when she rolled over onto her belly, arching her back and sticking her hips up into the air, knocking the underside of the table and nearly capsizing it once more. She stretched herself from head to foot, twisting her new, furry ears on the top of her head, and let out a low growl that boomed through the air.

"Hey, did someone let a dog in here?"

"Animals shouldn't be near all this food!"

Loraine ignored the voices from just outside her stall, unable to stop the changes wracking her body. She drew her palms over her chest, gasping as they swelled into her clutching fingers, increasing rapidly in size. Her tender nipples poked at her hands as she clenched them, moaning with lust as her loins burned with desire.

Something dropped over her thighs and she reached down, unsure what she'd find. Her paws closed around something thick and long, smooth to the touch. It throbbed in her paws and, as the pleasurable sensations began to erupt deep in the root of the thing, she realized it was a male cock. Her body jerked as she pulled her hands away, only to return a moment later. It felt too good to stop rubbing the sensitive glans, the broad, fat base, the huge sac swinging below.

"Something is under that table!"

"Call security! There's a dog in here!"

"What's that smell?"

Loraine's eyes snapped open as she felt her cock pulse in her grasp. A moment later, the table flew up and away, landing square on top of the yoghurt machine in the stand across the aisle.

A towering, 10-foot-tall hyena roared as she spread her jaws, tongue flopping out. Both paws wrapped around her fourteen-inch cock, jerking the thing madly. The crowd screamed in unison and mayhem ensued as the busty creature came.

Thick strands of white jizz struck the women who'd spurned Loraine's stall earlier in favor of the yoghurt. One got a mouthful of spooge, interrupting her frantic screams, as the hulking hyena leaned over, unable to stop the climax.

Loraine moaned and drooled, licking her lips, squeezing her huge breasts, so much larger than what she'd had before. She felt incredible, powerful, lustful... she pumped her hips, balancing easily on her new legs, as the last few shreds of her clothing fell away into the growing pile of seed on the floor.

The hyena was well-built. Broad shoulders, glossy brown fur with black spots running up her shoulders and neck, and a pair of hooters the envy of the stackiest of the stacked porn stars. Her cock erupted again, coating another unfortunate bunch of convention goers with fresh, curiously chocolaty spooge. She groaned and reached between her legs, jamming several fingers into her aching pussy. The dual climaxes nearly caused her to lose her balance.

Loraine realized somewhere in the back of her mind that this was insane, but the lust urged her on to uncontrollable new levels of pleasure. She ground her fingers in deeper, moaning as she humped her hips into her paw; the other gripped her shaft, keeping the eruption flowing as she tottered forward, lips quavering, growling and moaning in equal volume.

Much of the crowd had, by now, fled, but a few people still remained, too scared to move. Loraine saw the businessman from earlier, the one who'd given her his card, and lumbered over to him. Her massive ten-foot-tall body covered the distance in just a few great leaps. She skidded to a halt in front of him and grinned viciously as her claws made short work of his expensive suit.

Before he knew what had happened, Loraine was on him, pinning him under her hips, grinding her crotch to his, rubbing her massive erection over his bare chest and face. The huge hyena let out a howl of pleasure as she came again, and again, ignoring the pleas of the squirming male beneath her.

It wasn't until much, much later Loraine regained her senses. Completely emptied of the ability to cum, even once, by the massive orgasms that wracked her body, she collapsed on top of the businessman, still pinned beneath her huge breasts.

She panted hard, tongue out, as he laid still, eyes glazed over. She licked his face instinctively and smiled.

"So... uh... I'll send you those samples tomorrow?"

The End