FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Melissa could hear the bell from the front door jingle as she moved the rest of the new keyboards into the spare parts room.

“Be there in a second!" The computer repair shop employee set the box she was holding down as she wiped her hands on the tan khakis as part of her work uniform, and brushed a brown strand of hair out of her face as she moved back to the front, stepping past the heavier boxes of spare parts she'd need to get too later. Melissa had been busy moving the unending pile of boxes all day, and at least with this there'd be some kind of distraction.

Walking out of the backdoor, she turned to the front desk to face the new customer.

“So how can I help you…"

She trailed off as her head craned up to see the customer.

She was pretty sure he was a human, but he could've been confused for one of the ape anthros she'd seen around town too for a number of reasons. To say he was 'big' would be an understatement. He was tall, almost to the point where she had to wonder how much he'd had to duck to get through the door. If he jumped, his head would've gone straight through the cramped computer repair shop's ceiling. He definitely wasn't dressing to impress, his shirt being a blank tank top that rode up to expose his hairy midriff, muscular but still with a small beer-belly poking out, and a pair of ripped jeans that seemed to barely fit. His frame was practically burgeoning with muscle too, the subtle twitches of veins on his powerful arms as he stood there, looking down at her. Certainly hairy too, with patches that thickened on his hands and tufts that poked out beneath his undershirt.

His expression was almost a natural scowl, like smiling would've been in some way unnatural to how the lines on his face were carved out. The scruff over his face furthered that idea of roughness, as a spare, rough hand went up to scratch it around his neck, almost thickening into lamb chops on the sides of his face. Combined with his almost full unibrow and heavy forehead, it was almost like someone had taken a caveman and thrown them a couple million years into the future.

She was snapped out of her trance as he raised his powerfully corded arms and dropped a pile of computer parts on her desk, and then hefted a monitor with a busted screen onto the counter.

“Computer's broke. Need someone t' fix it." He growled.

Her eyes were immediately drawn toward the monitor first. It looked like someone had put their fist or something through the glass, making a very peculiar sized hole ringed by jagged shards, allowing her to glimpse the internal circuitry and LCD's within.

Well at least the problem was obvious.

She gulped. “And, um, how did this issue occur…?"

“Punched it."

He held up his other hand at the notice of her shock, and now she could see the bandages wrapped around the end of the thick limb. “Wouldn't let me in and shit and it kept fuckin' laughing at me."

The man's unibrow seemed to furrow in frustration at just the memory. “So I punched it."

“Right..." She said carefully, trying not to set off the imposing carnivore in front of her. “You had some troubles logging in?"

“No, I turned it on, n' it wouldn't FUCKIN' let me log in!" He growled, shoving the monitor, tipping it over. She could hear bits of broken glass tinkle out of hole and onto the wooden surface of the desk. He huffed.“Just fuckin' brought up this stupid laughing thing, and it was fuckin' annoying."

Melissa nodded slowly. That sounded like some kind of ransomware? Then again, the ape-like man in front of her didn't seem too technologically savvy in the first place, so there was the off chance he'd just installed some 'desktop helper' that had been set off at the wrong time.

“W-well, we'll most likely need to switch out the monitor and refresh the computer itself if it's not damaged, so whatever's on it will be-

“Good." He said gruffly, turning around to expose his pillar-like back. “I'll be back in a couple hours. Better be fuckin' done by then, right?"

“I mean- depending on if there is damage to the computer, we may need to switch out the motherboard and other parts so it might-" Her attempt to hurriedly explain the complications with the repairs was mostly in vain as the guy apathetically slammed the door behind him, stalking off in a huff before she could finish.

Melissa sighed before she pulled the pile of (assumedly) non-punched computer parts off of the counter and into the side room where they did complete refreshes, before putting some gloves on to carefully place the glass from the wasted monitor into their e-waste bin. The brutish man had been intimidating, uncommunicative, and dismissive of how long the process to fix the technology would actually take, and somehow he wasn't one of the worst customers she'd had to deal with.

She poked open the door to her manager's office. The lizard she worked for was bus reclining in his chair, his feet kicked up as he was busy with his phone.

“Jason?"

“Mm." The amphibian grunted in acknowledgement, his gaze flicking to her, before going back to whatever game he was playing. She could see the pizza that'd been delivered from earlier sitting on the desk next to him and a soda cracked open in the cupholder of his perch. As per usual, he was reclining while she actually ran the place.

“...Client brought in a computer that's likely gonna need a refresh and a new display, so I'm not gonna be able to unpack the new parts for a while."

She could hear him sucking in air between his teeth before letting out a sigh. “Needed those boxes done, Mel. You're really killing me here. Get that done and get back to 'em so I can mark them all in our inventory."

Melissa very much wanted to say that he could very well get up and do it himself if it was such a big deal, but bit her tongue like she normally did. She didn't need him kvetching about doing all the work when it came to ask for a raise. “Sure. Will do."

She sighed. All the respect of being the human hire.

The door shut behind her automatically as she went back towards the front of the store. When she'd gone to school for computer engineering, Melissa had figured it'd be an easy climb into something more organizational, not twiddling away in a dead-end computer repair store under a lizard who couldn't be bothered to leave his office most of the time.

To her relief, the house of the computer was unharmed as it started up fine, transitioning into the ring of dots going in a circle as everything was booted. That relief faded though, as the screen went dark again, abruptly switching to a black screen. Immediately, a small animation of a stick-figure caveman hitting a rock with his club loaded onto the display, jittering with high patched laughter every couple swings.

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Melissa tried tapping the keys, using the classic alt + f4 combo, clicking the animation itself, all to little effect as the crude animation jittered with laughter at every keystroke or mouse movement. It was definitely some kind of virus, she could figure that much, but the program didn't seem explicitly like ransomware since unlike other examples she'd seen there was no message with a phone number, website or email the victim was supposed to use to drop off their social security number or anything else revealing. It was just…the animation?

Well, whatever. It would vanish once she reset the system anyways. She just had to get the rest of the equipment together for the reset. The woman bent down to look through the bin of cables to see which one would fit for the box's ports.

And scratched the back of her neck to ease the prickling feeling that had set in as she'd bent down. It was almost like the feeling of fading sunlight on the nape, cooling down like the sun had been beating down on it only moments ago.

Melissa turned around. No one had aimed a heat lamp at her or something when she wasn't looking or anything, it was still just the virus-laden computer sitting on the desk.

Weird. Warily Melissa bent back down to keep looking through the boxes of discarded parts-

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

And huffed in irritation at how long she'd be hearing that while she'd get everything together. She couldn't agree with putting a fist through the screen, but she could definitely see how it'd get unbearable.

Melissa got up, stretching out. For some reason there was an odd sense of tightness she needed to wring out. As she walked over and placed the cable on the table next to the busted laptop, her muscle fibers unconsciously began to kick in like she'd just gotten back from a workout, evidenced by how her biceps imperceptibly…shifted. The shirt was usually pretty loose on her considering her light weight, but now she seemed to actually fill it out more comfortably for whatever reason, however slight as it was for a moment.

She placed down the cable and moved over to where they kept the company laptops with the preloaded OS's, sparing a hand to scratch her scalp as she tucked one under her arm, just barely missing the dark hairs that were beginning to poke down her scalp. Setting the laptop down, Melissa cracked it open before tapping in the employee log-in in a couple strokes.

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Melissa tapped her finger impatiently against the table while she waited for the reset program to finish loading and deliver her away from the inane little piece of coding that was still looping over and over again. Once it had, it was another quick keystroke and a satisfying tap of the 'enter' button that made the animation freeze in place as the computer began to shut down and reboot with the uninfected software. There was a soothing sense of silence as it prepared to turn off completely and go into its booting stage to continue the installation.

Despite that, Melissa had to sigh as she got up from the chair. Being done with this meant she did have to get back to moving those heavy-ass parts boxes. Absent-mindedly, she reached behind to tug her shirt and scratch her back. The itchy sensation had gone from her neck down to her back, annoyingly refusing to go away for whatever reason.

Stepping back around the pile of boxes, she grabbed the handles of the one she'd set down before being pulled away, preparing herself for how difficult it was to lift the last time she'd tried to pick it up. To her surprise, it lifted off the ground much more easily than before, jostling the parts of the computer brains together as she almost picked it up too fast for what she was ready for.

As the repair woman set the box down with the other delivered shipments, her gaze drifted to her sleeves, with the thought of how easy it was. Melissa flexed, and she could feel her bicep fully straining against the sleeve as it pushed out into a small hill of muscle against the landscape of her arm. It was like she'd been hitting the gym for a few weeks with how defined it was. Now it was no wonder that the box hadn't been so heavy now that she had some actual definition now, but where had it come from? Even her legs had a sort of definition now as she felt them, as if she'd started doing back-squats along with whatever exercise plan her arms were on.

Her confusion only continued as she turned over her arm. Melissa could've sworn she had shaved last night, but for whatever reason there were still patches of hair left on her forearms and the sides of her chin, scraggly bunches of strands like she'd missed them during her last couple shaves way more than just last nights. In the low light of the room, she couldn't tell for sure but they seemed like they were almost a full shade darker than her natural color…

What was…?

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Melissa's gaze shot towards the repair room she'd left the afflicted computer in. Also, coincidentally, the room from where the unfortunately familiar animation sound could be heard as it looped again. “Oh, fucking come on." She hissed. On what was swiftly becoming a growing list of concerns, she didn't need that going on in the background. The tech temporarily shelved those concerns as she stepped back around the pile of deliveries again to investigate.

As she'd heard, the animation was playing again, looping in the same vexing manner and the culprit being an error message saying the safe-mode reset had been interrupted somehow. For some reason, as the animation thumped on the rock, she could feel her frustration spiking with it, growing higher and higher. There wasn't even a reason for why it had been interrupted, just that it had been.

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Melissa took a minute to breathe deep, trying to just let out the frustrations vent with gust of air from her nostrils before she checked to make sure the cable between the infected PC and the reset laptop was still in place. It was, which was good. She just needed to restart the process again.

Despite that solution, it was more difficult to put into practice as her mental list of the steps was broken every so often by the piercing laughter and hammering, like a chisel into her mind. Every time she'd chain the steps together, that hammer sound would arrive and shatter her train of thought as it dug into her subconscious. God, how could one little flash animation be so annoying?!

As she struggled through the steps, and the vexing sounds of the jeering laughter and rock-thumping continued, so did the changes she was so concerned about just before. Her nostrils had flared with that deep exhale, but maintained their size as her nose broadened like an invisible hand pushed it inwards like it was clay. Those patches of hair that must've been leftover from shaving thickened, tracing all the way up her forearm and connected to the rapidly growing film of the same dark brown hair that had developed on her torso. The sides of her hair traced down with that same thick brush-like coat to connect with the same with the end of the layer that stopped at her neck.

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Her musculature matched the rest of her body as the changes intensified with the direct exposure to the vexing cartoon. Her arms and legs thickened with practiced muscle, the fibers of her biceps and thighs steadily thickening with power as they eventually swelled out another inch. In tandem, there was a roundness that covered up what should've been a bodybuilder's definition as adipose followed it, her stomach swelling into a curve against her work-shirt and the belt of her workpants as her sudden gains taking on a much meatier look. Melissa's height seemed adamant to keep up with her growing wideness as her bones cracked and spilled a foot of height onto her, making her shift her position in the rolling chair she was using for a seat as her sitting position became suddenly uncomfortable.

That all seemed to pause as she pressed the enter key on the laptop again, bringing the grating sound of the taunting malware to a halt. Immediately, the room was filled with the sweet, chilling silence again as Melissa sat back in relief. Now all she had to do was…

She paused, frowning. What was she worried about before again? Despite the club's repeated interruptions being removed, Melissa found her train of thought more…difficult to put together. Melissa knew something had gotten her worried, but for the life of her just couldn't remember what. With a little effort, she dug something out of her subconscious.

Right, she huffed. Jason and his stupid boxes. She frowned as she lifted herself out of the chair, unable to shake the frustrating aftertaste that the stupid malware left in her thoughts. What was normally a pretty standard (if a little haggering) day was sinking its teeth into her much deeper than before, bleeding rivulets of discontent that were not helped with how cramped her tennis shoes were beginning to feel as the soles became a little more undersized with her last spurt of growth.

Regardless, Melissa shoved all those negative feelings down to focus on just getting the pile of part-boxes put away as she clumsily stepped across the cluttered hallway she'd left them in. The half-ape couldn't deny the oddity though, that something was off as the space she'd been working. The doorways she'd passed through before all felt just a little more tighter for whatever reason, and as she carried the boxes under each arm into the closet, there was a sense of claustrophobia as the walls seemed to become more cramped around her.

She was able to disregard the feeling for the most part as she casually shoved the boxes into their labeled spaces to get unpacked later. Melissa felt she should've been a little more careful but for the most part felt the grip of that notion slip through her fingers as she casually manhandled them all into their designated places, hearing the parts jumble against each other as she shoved them against the wall. For the most part she just needed to get through today and sleep it all off so she could deal with the rest of the week. Sure as soon as that stupid PC was done getting it's thing reset it'd be done, but if she carried this energy with her through the rest of the week, Melissa felt liked she'd snap; She certainly hated the job enough to!

Her temper cooled with the monotony of the box moving. There was something satisfying about moving the containers she couldn't describe, though as she gradually took the heavy parcels and shoved them into the backroom. Like her dopamine receptors took a hit as she lifted up another heavy container and shoved it into the place it was supposed to go. Like Melissa was proving she was strong and completing an action she was getting paid for at the same time.

Which felt kind of stupid to think about as Melissa finished putting together the thought. She was an IT school graduate! She could do better than-

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

The muscular half-ape froze midway through picking up another parcel. Already she could feel that fucking laugh like a jackhammer into her thoughts. Melissa haphazardly tossed the package back onto the pile, ignoring the crashing noise as the contents settled inside. She stomped back to the repair room to find the animation in full effect once again, and the same error message from before being displayed. Melissa growled. At this rate, she really couldn't blame the guy for putting his fist through the monitor.

She sat back in the chair again, this time with the intent to figure out why the install wasn't working. Clicking off the error, she was back at the home screen of the re-install program but needed to put a hand on her temples as the sound of the animation almost pounded into her thoughts deeper and deeper, like it was sending an earthquake that was jumbling not just the training she'd had for repeating errors, but scattering the formation of her thoughts as the club reverberated through her skull. The only thing that was coming to her was anger as the jeering from the speakers felt like it was getting louder and louder, mocking her for not remembering the proper sequence of the task.

With each cycle, her changes continued as well. Her face seemed to finish its ape-like transition as her nose pulled upwards fully flattening out, and leaving the signature cleft of many of the simians around the city, and her ears grew larger, making her visage a pretty easy match for any comparisons to the gorilla anthros common to the community. The dark hair that was furrily patched across her body fully sprouted into a thick, brush-like coat that covered the entirety of her arms, legs and torso, leaving no guesses as to what her species was. Melissa was a full-blooded, if not full-figured gorilla.

Her frame of which seemed to take offense to that as her ramping frustration at her own cluelessness with the software seemed to tie into her new gains. More muscle and fat ballooned her form into what would be expected of a competitive power-lifter: Trunk-ish arms and thighs that could practically bulked to the point they could dominate any puny bodybuilder like they were nothing, rounded out with a gallon-belly that bloated out from beneath her shirt and busted out of the belt to force her fly down. Really, the comfortable shirt had been converted into forcing more of a makeshift bra. Even then, it could barely meet that purpose as her melons swelled out with the additional fat and muscle, and sloping over the range of her stomach like soccer balls, stretching the shirt to a cartoonish degree as the fabric began to rip from the pressure. Her chair creaked precariously under her, not just from the additional weight, but as her form grew another full foot again to accommodate.

Finally, her face seemed to naturally accept the close to seething position it bore, the muscles that would drift her expression back into a smile seeming to wither as frown lines carved themselves naturally. Her bottom lip even seemed to support that as it naturally thickened into a supple pout. Her brow in comparison, had much less restraint as it was close to fusing together, tantalizingly close to a unibrow and only just prevented from it by the bar skin barely keeping the caterpillars of eyebrows from conjoining and turning a naturally miffed expression into a disapproving glare to whoever it'd seem like she was looking at.

All of which surprisingly went unnoticed as she seethed at the program in front of her and its complex menus with words she couldn't recognize! What did “compartmentalize OS drafting boot" even mean?! Melissa put her face in her leathery hands as she tried to figure out something to do, barely containing the seething rage that was permeating every neuron. Compounding that was another feeling of discomfort as her feet strained against the confines of her much too small shoes, literally bursting at the seams to try and hold the thicker, more hand-like feet inside. With a grunt she flexed her toes, and the last remnants of the sneakers she'd come into the office with slapped the top of the table as she absentmindedly kicked the shreds away from her.

Fuck this, she was gonna get Jason for this shit.

The chair let out a groan of relief as its hinges were relieved of the massive bulk of the ape as she plodded back towards her manager's office, squeezing herself sideways through the hallway as her shoulders rubbed uncomfortably against its outgrown siding. She grabbed the doorknob in an oversized mitt and banged on the door, feeling part of the wood splinter off as her thick fist slammed against the varnish-coated mahogany.

“What?" Melissa could hear him inside, irritated at being disturbed.

She snorted in irritation. Sure, sitting in that fucking chair all day while she ran everything had to be irritating, of course. “Reset-thing is broken. Dunno how to fix it." There was probably a more detailed explanation of what was wrong there, but it all vanished beneath the bubbling muck of primal anger that was seated at the forefront of her thoughts while the animation. Kept. GOING. “Need you to do it." Melissa finished, ignorant of how her voice had dropped several octaves lower.

She could hear him sigh as the chair turned, but no other sound of getting up was heard. “Yeah, I mean. Would love to do that, really but, you know. Managerial stuff going on back here." She could hear a slurp as he took another drink from the soda on his desk. “Real busy work. You're supposed to know how to do this stuff anyways, right? I don't see why you can't figure it out."

“I-" Melissa struggled to shove down the urge to just reach into the office and shove him into the hallway to do it. But Jason was her boss and she couldn't do that. “Th' words don't make sense. Could y'just-"

“Nah, Mel. I believe in you!" He droned without a hint of empathy. “You've totally got it covered. So, y'know. Get back to it."

Her vision seethed red with his dismissal, and only barely by a cracking sound as the knob of the door broke off in her hand. Holding it up, she could see it bent and mangled from how her thick fingers pressed into the metal. Melissa snorted with rage again before she tossed the knob against the wall, ignoring the dent it made as it clattered to the floor.

“And keep it down out there, yeah? I don't know why you're making all that noise but it's hurting my mood here." It was to his benefit that as she tromped back to the repair room the sounds of the infected computer filled her eardrums again Jason's whining was drowned out. Otherwise, she might not have been able to stop herself from barging in.

Squeezing through the hallway to stand back in front of the computer, she pressed down on some of the keys again to try to do…something, anything to try and get the noise to stop as she struggled with her stuffed-sausage fingers being too large to press one key at once, accidentally sending her into a sub-menu. Back to the direct exposure to the cognitive hazard, more and more brutish bulk piled onto her frame, muscles swelling out while her barrel of a stomach began to dip against the table. It was so small and cumbersome to use! Mel was so big and strong, she shouldn't have had to deal with puny machines like this. That was for stupid puny people like Jason. Stupid screen. Stupid keyboard.

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

Stupid drawing laughing at her! Her words were eschewed as she smacked the table next to her in her anger, flipping it over completely.

The last vestiges of the former human woman's patience ripped away as more power and stature was added to her form. A ripping sound penetrated the monotony of the animation loop as the rest of her clothes finished shredding, her shirt ripping off with her undersized bra soon to follow as her overfilled jugs rested on the swaying keg of a gut that stood in stark contrast to the hulking amounts of muscle on the large gorilla-womans frame. Her face contorted more as she huffed and puffed, her lower lip fattening up like it was being filled with each inhale, rolling over with it's weight to show off the lower canines that had sharpened into a sort of tusks that took priority over the top row as her jaw gnashed into an underbite. What she looked like more was some theoretical primal ancestor of the gorilla, the homo-troglodytes to the modern homosapien, proven further as her forehead sloped forward to make that browline thick enough to lay bricks.

With her restraint completely gone, Melissa reached out with both hands, dwarfing the PC and monitor in their grip as she lifted them both over her head in a rage as the speakers of the former continued howling at her. Stupid computer laughing at her. Mel not stupid! Computer stupid! Job stupid! Boss stupid!

~Nyahahaha! *Bonk* *Bonk* *Bonk* Nyahahaha!

“CAVEMAN DRAWING STUPID!" Melissa let out a roar as she used all of her primeval strength to hurl the monitor and box against the wall. It was a rain of glass shards as the display shattered and the plastic parts cracked into chunks as they flew across the room. The box, for all its sturdiness, cracked in half like an egg as the internal workings split down the middle, the contents spilling out as the pieces of the broken motherboard scattered across the floor as the rest of the components laid in a disarray around them. The room was bathed in silence one final time as the sound of the speakers died.

*Bonk* *Bonk* ~Nyaha…ha…ha!

The anger pounded in her skull gradually subsided, at least enough so that her thoughts could at least return to the first person perspective, and her heart rate could return to normal from the angry rhythm she could feel in her ears. Her ear flicked toward the entrance to the repair room as she could hear Jason's door crack open as urgent footsteps made their way towards her. The lizard turned the corner, his eyes still glued to his screen as he entered the work room.

“Mel! What the hell did I say about the…noise…" The gecko trailed off as he pulled his eyes from the screen, stepping back in surprise at the hulking gorilla in front of him. “...uh."

Melissa lumbered towards him, the floorboards creaking as her titanic body leaned down close to where her sneering face loomed over the amphibian. He shut his eyes as a gust of hot air washed over the lizard as her nostrils flared again. It was like he was looking an angry bull in the face. “I quit." She growled, before shoving the lizard out of her way.

Jason stumbled, hitting the ground on his knees as he scrambled to get out of the way of the large, naked…gorilla? That had just manifested in the repair room he was certain his underling was working in before.

He watched the very obvious her squeeze her massive bulk through the hallway, grunting as she ripped off a part of the door frame in the process as her shoulder caught on the corner. Timidly, he followed, watching as she briefly contemplated using the narrow opening of the front desk before she slid over the counter, knocking some of the display items off the shelves of the front of the store in the process from the tremors as she landed, and cracking the top layer of the wooden desk into a flat “V" shape as she used it for leverage. With a much…smoother but by no means graceful effort, she ducked through the exit, leaving the bewildered white-collar manager in a stunned silence as the brutish ape stalked off the sidewalk, out of sight.

…When had he hired a gorilla? Especially one of that…size?

Still in a trance, he barely noticed as a customer stumbled into view like he'd bumped into something much larger than himself, almost falling to the ground like he had before picking himself up, and wiping off the dust in an effort to salvage his pride. He certainly wasn't a small guy either; almost brimming with muscle in the black tank top and grizzled appearance, but she'd just had the advantage mass-wise, the collision simply bouncing him off her.

“So, uh." He cleared his throat, getting the lizard's attention as he was broken from the enthrallment of everything that had just happened. “Left my computer here 'cause it wouldn't fuckin' let me log in n' stuff. It's done right?"

A small detail from when he'd walked in on the huge gorilla sparked in his mind. A PC box left in pieces on the floor as if it'd been smashed against the wall, while a broken monitor sat unaddressed on the table while another sat in much smaller pieces next to the remains of the computer house, and the update by Melissa about what she'd be working on before whoever that was had taken her place. He gulped nervously as the oafish human leaned his weight against the counter impatiently.

“I…uh, I think there were some complications in the repairs, ah, sir." Jason shrank back as the customer seemed to growl in displeasure. “...Could I interest you in a newer model at a discount?"

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Melissa scratched her unruly tangle of hair as her footsteps thumped heartily against the pavement. There was a sense of triumph as she bowed out through the storefront and left her dead-end career behind her. Stupid job, making her feel stupid and weak. She was strong, she thought as she subconsciously flexed her meaty biceps, the soft arms immediately hardening into pillars of unconfined muscle. She'd find somewhere else where no one would dare to try and pull any shit with her again. Maybe some place she could deck the people who did.

A bouncer maybe? The thought of laying out a surly partygoer did sound good in her head. Or down by the docks where they moved heavy stuff. Melissa was good at that, and she didn't even have to think too hard to do it…

As the she-beast lumbered down the sidewalk, contemplating her options, she could feel the stares from the other furs of the city on her as she moved. What were they looking at? Did they have a problem with her or something? She almost wanted to yell out a dare for someone to say something before she felt a stiff breeze harden her exposed nips, exposing the problem for her.

Oh yeah. She was naked on the sidewalk. Melissa picked up the pace of her stroll as her barrel of a gut swayed back and forth, barely preserving her modesty as it hung down in front of her, though not providing the same to her bare breasts. She flushed a bit as she realized now what the sudden draw in attention was now. All that job hunting shit could wait.

Right now she just needed to find some clothes in her size.