FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The next installment in the Cheshcake Factory series, this takes place shortly after Chesh's(owned by Janus: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/janus/)initialinitial) takeover and conversion into a proper business.

The guest subject of this story is ShadowTear(https://shadowtear.sofurry.com/), a long time supporter of my writings and a friend. Thank you, Shadow, for all the creative, moral, and friendly support you've given me over the years. Your friendship has and always will be a very big part of my life.

I hope everyone enjoys the story, and as always all constructive criticism is welcome. Feel free to drop by the business sometime. We're always happy to embrace new customers... and then transform them.

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"Boss! Over here!"

"Myah?" The current CEO of the Cheshcake Factory tilted her head a little as I called out to her, looking slightly puzzled as I weaved my way through the other employees in the crowded kitchen toward her.

"Seriously? You still can't recognize your manager and head researcher out of uniform?" I grasped my chest as though someone had just stuck a knife through it. "That's like a dagger straight to the heart, Boss."

"Oh, sorry!" If she was embarrassed by her gaffe it didn't show; then again, with all the fur on her face, it would always be hard to see if she was blushing or not.

"I'm so used to seeing you in uniform, I kinda forgot what you look like without it." She tilted her head again, this time in the other direction. "Come to think of it, why ARE you out of uniform?"

"Well, Boss, yo-GAH!" Like a flash she knocked me to the ground, pinning me down to the ground with her large blue paws. She smiled mischievously down at me as I squirmed beneath her.

"It's bad for employee morale to see their boss not following the rules, isn't it?" Chesh purred softly as her tail, a base of blue with wide purple stripes, swished wildly behind her. "Let's get you suited up right now!"

By suited up, of course, she meant turning me into a huge catgirl like herself and the rest of the staff. Chesh was the only natural catgirl(if you can call being an imaginary being bought to life by your artist boyfriend, "natural") of the bunch; the rest of the staff were all humans who'd been transformed after exposure to one of Chesh's various infectious fluids and devices. Male or female, young or old; none were immune to Chesh's trans-formative powers once they were exposed, leaving the victim a giant anthropomorphic catgirl. There's some variation in the end results when it comes to fur colors and the like, but everyone ends up furry, curvy, and more than a little aroused. It's a strange experience for most people, and though it usually ends up with you naked, and occasionally wrapped up in the arms of someone who's name you didn't even know before you tackled them to the ground and transformed them(or vice versa) several hours later, it's also incredibly addictive.

When Chesh started her initial outbreak a few weeks ago, I had simply been a patron who'd come in for some coffee and a meal while he worked on a new story. I hadn't even realized what was happening around me until Chesh and two supporting girls were asking if I'd been served. Within moments I was just as feminine and feline as them, any initial resistance quickly wiped away by my transforming mind and body. Their purring was almost hypnotic, easing any fears and resistance as their paws worked their way over my changing body. Soon my purrs joined theirs as I felt the playfulness, the confidence, and overall just awesome feeling of being a big, curvy catgirl. It was something I'd never experienced before, and now I wondered how I'd ever gotten by without it.

There had been some fall out from the incident, but through some sort of business deal/magic afterwards, the restaurant had been converted to a full fledged Cheshcake Factory. Chesh's trans-formative cakes were now being sold like any other product. Business had been slow at first, but after some initial hesitation by the general public, Cheshcake's were now flying off the shelves. There's even been some talk about franchising and opening new locations elsewhere in the world. I was quickly hired on after Chesh saw my enthusiasm for the, "product", and now I managed a group of cooks who worked hard to meet the slowly growing demand for Cheshcake.

(As for why her creator wasn't around to do any of this, well... we'll get into that later, but let's just say that he got caught up in the fallout from the initial incident, and there's a practical reason why Chesh needed to generate some funds)

Chesh had given me a good job and let me experience an amazing transformation into a catgirl like herself, and my mind started to flash back to the first time she changed me as her lips moved toward mine. A part of me wanted, almost needed, to experience that transformation again. Another, more rational part of me knew better, though I still felt a tiny pang of guilt mixed with remorse as I squirmed and got a hand free to put over her lips before they reached mine.

"S-Sorry, Boss." I apologized as I slowly pushed against her. "I appreciate the offer; I really do. But I really need to show you some things, and if I get into uniform now, that's all gonna go out the window."

"Aw..." Chesh pouted a little, but slowly eased her way off me as I slowly sat up. "Alright, but you better make sure it's worth it!"

I nodded and slowly eased my way back to my feet, a part of me still regretting not taking her up on her offer as I dusted myself off. That regret was magnified as I led Chesh through the kitchen area, sliding around and through my catgirl coworkers.

The girls in the kitchen wore gloves and aprons as they constructed our various confectionary delights, and nothing else. Most places of employment frown upon their employees wearing little to no clothing, but here such behavior was... well, maybe not actively encouraged, but definitely not discouraged.

Also, you know how most workplaces have sexual harassment guidelines? You know, do not grope your coworkers, do not make sexually charged statements, etcetera? When Chesh got her hands on the old guidelines, she replaced the word, "harassment" with, "suggestions", and crossed out pretty much every instance of the word, "not". I intentionally chose the least populated route toward our destination, and even then I had to pry her paw off somebody's butt or breast every few seconds to get her back on task.

"Come on, Boss." I sighed as I tugged her away from her fourth target of affection in the last minute. "I know you like to mingle with the employees, but they do need to get SOME work done."

"Man, you are no fun today." Chesh huffed as we finally made our way through the kitchen. "I thought you said you wanted to have a relaxed, happier work environment than your last job."

"I do, but we also need to make some money to pay for things like food, shelter, and all the clothes we destroy during our transformations." I glanced up toward the imaginary catgirl, before adding, "Well, most of us do, anyway."

Chesh didn't look thrilled with my explanation, but we'd had this discussion in the past, and she knew on some level I had a point. While she didn't care much about money, she did care about spreading the joy of being a catgirl, and that's hard to do when you have customer's being ignored because all the employees are too busy enjoying each other's company to serve them. We also needed to ease the general public into the idea of being a catgirl, and having employees and customers madly going at it in the middle of the store might turn some people off. When I instituted a policy of no overt sexual acts in the restaurant portion of the business, some of the other employees looked like I'd told them Christmas had been cancelled.

There had been a lot of give and take, and we were still working out some rules, but for the most part things had settled into a kind of normalcy. New customers were slowly coming in, and we were making a steady profit. Still, our current menu was a little slim for my taste, and some of our regular customers were asking for new products. Luckily for them, I had just finished working with our cooks to produce a few new items, and was now submitting them to Chesh for final approval.

There were two main areas beyond the kitchen; new product testing and production, where we acquired some of the raw products needed for Cheshcake. I immediately grabbed Chesh as she started toward production; if she got in there, I'd never be able to get her out.

"Alright, alright!" Chesh swatted at me as I managed to get her into the observation room that overlooked product testing. There wasn't too much in the room; just an aluminum table with a tablet computer and a microphone sitting atop it, and a two way mirror that looked into the next room.

"Here we go, Boss." I switched on the microphone, speaking to the individual sitting in the adjacent room. He was in his mid-twenties, with black hair that was cut very short, close to but not quite a buzz cut and brown eyes behind a pair of round-frame glasses. "Alright, Vincent; go ahead and enjoy."

"So, I just have to eat the cake here?" I couldn't blame him for being skeptical; getting paid just to eat a piece of cake? He regarded the slice of cake in front of him with suspicion, the skepticism clearly written on his face. "There's nothing else to this?"

"Nope. Just eat and enjoy." After a few more moments of hesitation, Vincent shrugged and began to dig into the piece of cake. Wanting to maintain an element of surprise, I quickly turned off the microphone before Chesh started speaking again.

"So... what's gonna happen to him?" Chesh asked as we watched our volunteer quickly polish off the small slice. "Multiple breasts? Lactation? Fire-breathing?"

"Just be patient, Boss. I know it's not your strong suit, but I think you'll appreciate the end result." I glanced toward the young man as he leaned back in the chair, licking the last traces of frosting from his lips. Using the tablet to control the camera hanging from the ceiling, I confirmed the cake was already starting to take effect. Zooming in his mouth showed the tongue darting over his lips was less rounded and more pointed.

"Ooh; he's already starting to change." Chesh was standing behind me, observing the beginning of the transformation on the tablet herself. Considering the height differences between the two of us, her furry chest was left resting lightly on my head as she watched. Getting boob-hatted was probably the least extreme thing that happened around here, but even still I had to take a moment to collect myself and focus on our test subject.

"So, is there anything else?" Vincent asked no one in particular. He stretched and yawned slightly as he waited for a response, his arms rippling slightly as they were extended. That was normal for your average stretch, but the fact that his hands also seemed to be rippling slightly as well wasn't quite so normal, and a close up zoom with the camera showed the tips of his fingers were started to look more rounded than they had a moment ago. Neither that nor the soft popping and cracking sounds emanating from his back seemed to bother him, and he continued to show no sense of alarm until he put his hands down in on the table and got his first good look at his changes.

"What the?..." He watched as his fingers continued to expand and bulge in front of his eyes. He was probably also beginning to experience the feeling of his fingerprints and palms becoming rougher and firmer as they started to become more padded, but it was hard to be sure with his hands down on the table. What I could be sure of was the slight hairs on the back of them becoming thicker and larger, with more bursting up in geyser-like clumps through his skin. He seemed more surprised and shocked than anything else as he continued to watch what was happening to him.

"So it's starting in the paws for him, huh?" Chesh noted as she leaned closer, pushing me along with her as she continued to watch. That's the thing with Chesh; she does so many strange and provocative things, sometimes it's hard when she's doing something intentionally or if it's just Chesh being Chesh. Sure, maybe trying to sandwich my head between her breasts more was intentional, but she could have just as easily forgotten that I was right in front of her to begin with. "Oooh; orange with black stripes. Looks like she's gonna be some kind of tiger."

"Well, he'll definitely be a she soon enough." Vincent was a fairly large individual to begin with, and the large clothes he wore made it hard to observe many changes happening underneath. What we could see was the thick coat of fur crawling its way up his arms from his hands, the orange base with the occasional streak of black confirming Chesh's theory of a tiger-like pattern. Vincent's breathing started coming in short, rapid bursts as he watched.

"H-Hey! What's going on?! Why is this happening?!" Shock was finally beginning to turn into alarm as Vincent pushed back away from the table and started to head for the exit door. He stumbled about halfway there, probably a result of his feet starting to shift and change within his shoes. He managed to keep his balance enough to make it to the door, the camera shifting to follow his every movement. The panic in his voice continued to grow as he frantically tried to open the only door out of the room, finding it locked. "Somebody help me, please!"

"Whoa, he's definitely a little scared." Chesh's voice contained something that almost, ALMOST sounded like concern as she watched Vincent continue to struggle against the door. With his back to us, it was plainly visible when a tail begin to emerge, accompanied by the sound of denim tearing as the orange tip began to snake it's way out of his backside. "They say your first time's always the worst; he's certainly proving that."

"Yeah, first time..." Her positioning was awkward, but one of the(many) benefits of it meant that I didn't have to hide the smirk on my face. Vincent continued to try and tear away at the door, and though it was impossible to make out much detail to the front of his body, the changes that were happening to his hair were in view for both of us to see. Not content to just add more hair to his body, the hair atop his head was beginning to be incorporated into his transformation as well. His hair had started very short and close to his head, so it was quickly obvious when more and longer strands began to be added. Not so quickly noticed was said hair starting to lighten ever so slightly, the dark black starting to become an almost as dark shade of purple.

Vincent's pleading for help was replaced by gasps of pain as he began to reach down and frantically remove his shoes. The strain they were under was noticeable even through the thick leather, and only became more so when he finally managed to remove them. The shape of paw-like feet were outlined clearly through his socks, tufts of orange and black fur poking their way through as they strained to contain the feet within.

"Ooh; here comes the growth!" Chesh's purr was deep enough for me to feel it against my back and head as her chest rumbled slightly while we watched the transformation began to accelerate. I had begun to notice it a little earlier, mostly when I saw the gap formed between the leg of his pants and the top of his socks where there'd been none before. Vincent had been a somewhat large individual, but his shape was losing width as it gained in height during his progressing transformation. About the only body parts that seemed to be spared such shrinkage was around his chest and hips.

"Somebody, please!" Vincent gave up on trying the door and came back to the mirror, calling out for help. I would've felt bad, looking at those brown feline-like eyes if I hadn't already known he was perfectly safe where he was. His voice had gone up about an octave higher than it had in the beginning, and though his pants were pulled extremely tight around his hips and waist, there were no signs of anything that would've suggested Vincent had ever been male. The fear and shock of the transformation must have kept him from registering that or the small, pert breasts that were beginning to show through his straining shirt.

"Ah! AH!" Vincent gasped, and even I winced a little as the sound of bone being crunched started to emanate from her face. The lower half of his jaw was started to elongate, becoming less rounded and more pointed as it pushed out. Another gasp gave me a clear enough view of his teeth to see pointed feline fangs beginning to sharpen and grow within his mouth. The upper half of her mouth struggled to keep pace with the lower half as Vincent's paw slowly ran through the fur weaving its was across her face. Most of it retained the orange base with black stripes the rest of her body maintained, though across her muzzle and down the front of his neck white fur was beginning to make itself known.

"I-I'm turning into some kind of cat?..." Vincent's paws continued to explore his changing face, blocking some of the transformation of his nose and jaw from view. By the time his paw was out of the way, his human nose having shrunk and shifted into a smaller feline nose. Soon his glasses slid down past that new nose as his human ears folded back into his head, as if invisible hands were slowly pressing and molding the cartilage back into his skull. The shrinking human ears were soon hidden by his long lavender locks, but they couldn't conceal the rounded tiger ears beginning to rise up on the top of his head.

"Aw; she hasn't even found the best part yet!" Chesh pouted as Vincent(or maybe Vanessa would be a little more fitting at this point) continued to explore her body. Perhaps it was the intense strain around her waist and hips that drew her attention down there first; they were so tight it almost seemed as though they were painted on to her body. With the lightest touch of her new claws, large tears began to form and reveal the furry, feminine hips underneath. The disappointment in Chesh's voice disappeared as Vanessa's paws slid up her flat belly to her chest. "Now THAT's what I'm talking about!"

Since she had started wearing such a large shirt, most of the reshaping happening around Vanessa's chest and belly were hidden out of our sight. That quickly changed when her claws started to dig into her shirt, the look of shock and confusion on her face rapidly being replaced with surprise and joy. The fur of her chest and belly was mostly white, though like most Chesh-made catgirls, a different colored strip of roughly triangular fur, black in Vanessa's case, of a different color started just about where her nipples would be and traced down her chest from there. The furry breasts she groped and squeezed seemed to have reached the size of baseballs, which compared to the average catgirl was practically miniscule. That problem was quickly being rectified, though, as Vanessa's paws were slowly pushed further from her body by the growing orbs.

"O-Oh..." Vanessa gasped softly as she continued to paw and squeeze her burgeoning bosom, making her chest bounce softly and making me have to take a second to maintain my cool. That became quite difficult to do as Vanessa's chest started to press against the glass as she continued to expand at the same time Chesh's chest started to do the same on our side of the mirror.

"Looking good, beautiful!" Chesh's purr was soon being matched by Vanessa's as she watched the new catgirl eagerly explore her new form. I might have been enjoying the show more myself, if the way Chesh was squishing me against the mirror wasn't starting to get kind of painful. If I hadn't started hitting the mirror to remind Chesh I was still there, I might have been in some trouble.

"Whoops; sorry!" Chesh pulled back a little and allowed me to free myself from the sandwich of glass and fur I had been pinned in. I checked to make sure everything was still in one piece as Chesh glanced back toward Vanessa.

"Well, she looks pretty hot; no question about." Chesh tilted her head a little as she continued to observe Vanessa. "Still, I didn't notice anything strange or unique about the transformation. She seemed to have reacted the same way all first timers do."

"Maybe, but that's no first timer in there, Boss." I smiled as I started pulling up some videos on the tablet to show her. "In fact, this is his third day in a row doing this for us."

"What? No way!" Heh; with all the time's Chesh has surprised me and everyone else, it was a nice change of pace to get the drop on her for once. "That fear, surprise and shock; there's no way that wasn't a first-timer's reaction to Cheshcake!"

"Proof's right here, Boss." Chesh looked surprised as I showed her the gallery of videos we'd put together from the previous day's testing. Each one showed Vincent taking the provided slice of Cheshcake and transforming much as he had just now, though the time stamps and ways he moved differently showed that they weren't mere duplicates. Each time was a unique encounter, with only the initial surprise, confusion and shock maintained with each exposure.

"The prototype name for it is Forgetful Frosting. As much fun as the transformation is, like all things, the overall feeling can feel a bit lessoned with each follow up exposure. Your brain starts to form neural pathways that make the change feel less intense and extreme with each repeated slice of cake. I've worked with some of our chef's to create a mild chemical additive that seeks out those pathways before the transformation kicks in, neutralizing them and also keeping the subject from remembering what happened."

"So you made something that messes with people's brains and gives them amnesia?" Chesh smiled wickedly as she nodded. "The student is starting to become the master."

"Hey, somebody?..." My gaze shifted back toward the window as Vanessa called out from the other room, panting heavily as she continued to try and peer through the glass. "Can somebody come here for a second? I just want to talk to somebody, maybe have them pet me, or I can pet them? I just really, REALLY want somebody else here right now, maybe another catgirl, if there is one?..."

"Sure, I think we can..." By the time I turned my attention back toward Chesh, she had already taken off like a streak of blue, purple and white lightning out of the door. "...and she's gone."

Well, I suppose I was fortunate that I even managed to keep her attention as long as I had. As Chesh threw open the door to Vanessa's room and tackled her to the ground, I let the two have some privacy as I went back to check on the staff. Might as well give her a chance to take the edge off before introducing her to the next prototype project...

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And there you have it. We'll be producing more products in the future; in the meantime, you can also check out the Writer series of pictures done by Janus, illustrating my introduction to Cheshcake if you're so inclined to check out more. I hope everyone who made it this far enjoyed their time, and I hope to have more for you soon.