On the Scene with Roo'd Applications

(contains kangaroo species TF, Male to female TG, and slight intelligence drain)

Switcher-Roo app is a trigger invented by the talented Tyroo 

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“Welcome to-oh GOD! Not you again!”

“Huh.” Wendel’s one erect ear flicked before turning in its direction to watch the Home Depot greeter retreat in a frenzy. The brown bunny was practically invisible to the poor employed horse. Their eyes remained horror locked on the squirrel-fox walking into the store beside him. “What exactly do you do that triggers such knee-jerk reactions on sight?”

“I don’t do anything… illegal. A lot of people really overreact to anything.” Desmond waved a black hand dismissively in a flash of bright yellow paw pads. His enormous squirrel's tail twitched through the air while his blackened eyes scanned the signs over each aisle listing their contents. “Besides, it does wonders for skipping long lines for bars and roller coasters.”

“You like roller coasters?”

“Fuck no! My squirrel side won’t let me near those death traps.” Ignoring the raised eyebrow Wendel was giving, Desmond turned back to the greater, still cowering away from them. “Hey, where are the door handles?”

What might have been a squeak came from the young man’s muzzle as he pointed to the far left of their position.

“Thanks.” Desmond gave them a cheery nod before bouncing into the store. “Anyway, almost everyone ends up liking what I do once they give it a chance.”

“I’ve BEEN your experiments enough times to know police don’t take you seriously enough. Giving them a chance usually just leads to lots of collateral damage and, begrudgingly, good sex.” Wendel followed his annoying neighbor at a distance, hoping to appear dissociated with them. Talking out loud didn’t help sell that, so he settled on burying his pink nose into some phone browsing. “The fact that Tabitha is only making you replace all the doors in our condos after that last stunt is amazingly generous. You know I had better things to do with my Thursday, right?”

“I think you’re forgetting the part where she punched me through a wall in retaliation. She’s making me pay for that, too.”

“Good, it was one of my bedroom walls.” Wendel saw the squirrel-fox’s white tail tip dart out of his peripheral and followed. A new app bundle got posted for free this morning and he was curiously browsing for new tools.

“Oh damn. Ack!” Desmond stopped so abruptly that he almost got plowed over when Wendel walked directly into his enormous bushy tail. Ignoring the bunny’s sputtering to get fur off their tongue, Desmond scanned over the aisle they were in. “Did you remember what size door knobs we needed?”

“She listed off like six different numbers, so no.” Wendel raked his tongue with two fingers until he stopped feeling the itch of hair on it. A quick glance around made him realize there were so many decorative handles for sale they might as well be searching for the holy grail. That might have been a significantly shorter quest. “She just forced me along to make sure you actually got them. Check your phone for texts or something?”

“Great idea, buddy,” Desmond said, fishing out his phone from a back pocket.

A light scoff and eye-roll would be Wendel’s affirmative response. They weren’t exactly enemies, but a guy that frequently wrecks your furniture and makes you grow breasts didn’t feel like a friend. More like an agent of chaos with a vendetta against pants. At least it gave an excuse to try on some good skirts.

Before the bunny could question his confusing jumble of thoughts, his phone gave an alert ping. Something called Switcher-Roo had detected a nearby user, which was Desmond’s activated phone. Must be one of the new app bundles that had finished installing. The name alone gave Wendel the impression of being a remote task manager.

“Hey, Des? What’s a…”

“Hold that thought! I think I see what we need. Take my phone for a sec, please.”

Suddenly Wendel held a phone in each hand, watching silently as Desmond scampered down the aisle for the mobile metal ladder. It took some effort on the scrawny blue hybrid’s part to wheel it down, whereupon he tripped going up in his haste. The resounding clang drew many alerted eyes in their direction, waiting to see if Desmond would stop whimpering like a sick animal and regain his footing.

“Are you done yet?” Wendel asked after a prolonged silence.

“No,” said Desmond in a light, squeaking tone. Grabbing both rails, he slowly stood and climbed at a more cautious pace to the higher shelves. “Give me a sec. Now I gotta figure out what kind of chrome Tabby likes.”

“It’s all silver to me,” Wendel grumbled under his breath. Attention turned back to the phones in his hands. For some reason, the same new app had popped on Desmond’s screen in apparent response to his.

It was hard to tell exactly what Switcher-Roo was supposed to do at first glance. There was no obvious help text or explanation button to tap. Instead, it just got right to listing a bunch of settings, with plenty of folded menus for more. Starting at the time was species, unsurprisingly listing the user as a fox-squirrel hybrid. Below that was a selection for gender, followed by a checkbox for ‘adapt clothing’ whatever that meant.

Everything after that was sliders listing off virtually every aspect of a person Wendel could imagine; height, weight, the size of body parts, even personality traits. He was reminded of those character creation screens on role-playing games. Is that what Desmond was playing on his phone? How gross. They were always filled to the brim with stupid gacha mechanics for preying on a sucker’s last dollar.

Curiosity still got the better of him and the bunny tapped on the species drop menu. It was perfectly fine to screw around with settings on someone else’s phone, after all. Even so, he had no idea where to start. Virtually every species of animal known to society appeared in a long scrolling list. Kangaroo was the very first option, and being pressed for time, he tapped that just to find out what would happen.

THUMP!

Hearing a crash on the raised platform above had Wendel initially assume Desmond found some way to fall on his ass again. Instead, he looked astonished to find them in the process of transforming.

The once ridiculously fluffy tail fell onto the platform, devouring its own dense fur coat. Almost as a direct result, its muscles ballooned in surges of raw strength for a powerful balancing appendage. The base popped several pant seams to become over a foot in diameter, though it gradually slimed down its impressive length into a pointed tip.

Desmond didn’t act like this change bothered him. More likely, the increased weight of his changed tail probably kept him from tipping over the rails while he shifted through door knobs. He had to change his stance several times while his paws cringed before doubling in size. Five round toes merged into three gigantic ones, with the innermost developing split claws for grooming.

It was pretty clear the slimming neighbor’s body was switching species into a kangaroo even before his canine snout flattened to support a much wider nose. Ears lost their acute tips while growing considerably longer, yet still paled against Wendel’s bunny genes.

“Why am I barely surprised?” Wendel muttered in his amusement. Of course, someone would invent a transformation app at some point. If anything, he was more amazed that Desmond himself hadn’t tried making one yet. Not that he wanted to encourage such a thing. Realizing he now had one active and synced with himself on his own phone was a bit concerning.

“You say something?” Looked like kangaroos also had good hearing. Desmond’s ears were flicking around towards his bunny companion while still examining items for purchase. Something about the knob he grabbed must’ve been wrong since he returned it to the rack.

“Nope!” Wendel said, barely surprising his chuckle. A finger silently pressed onto the phone screen, switching the selected gender from male to female.

Louder tears took advantage of the aisle’s ambience as Desmond’s ass rapidly filled and then overflowed the seat of his pants. Hips popped wider while thighs plumped up to give him an impressively curved lower body fit for long jumping. Fat rose considerably around his glutes, creating a slight squeeze against his equally large tail base.

It wasn’t until Desmond turned with a doorknob in each hand that Wendel caught sight of his loosening t-shirt puffing out across his chest. Modest sized mounds billowed out with a heavy bounce to the new roo’s every movement thanks to lacking a bra. This still didn’t phase her even as the shirt hem was pulled higher, exposing her slimed waist with a fluttering display.

“Seriously, these guys must have six different shades of chrome.” Like everything else about her new body, Desmond’s voice projected in a higher octave, befitting such a thick, sexy stature. “Do you have any pictures with a condo door on them? I could really use a reference.”

Whatever grace Wendel might have got from glimpsing Desmond’s naked blue boobs standing directly underneath the ladder was shattered. It’s like the blue kangaroo had a talent for saying things that made the brain hurt. “Who the hell takes pictures of their doors? Stop being such a bimbo and grab something the right size.”

Desmond’s thick muzzle lips pursed in a raspberry with an impressively long yellow tongue. “Don’t be such a grouch. You’re not the one Tabitha’s going to pound if a single thing is wrong with her doors.”

Wendel couldn’t keep his eyes off Desmond’s backside the second she returned to browsing. No wonder the app had an option for adjusting clothing. That meaty tail looked two pounds away from a complete wardrobe malfunction. Not that it encouraged him to turn that feature on yet. “I bet many people wouldn’t mind pounding that empty airhead of yours…”

As if picking up on his thoughts, a new slider appeared on the list marked ‘smarts’ ranging from ‘genius’ to ‘bimbo.’ This scared the bunny slightly, but he didn’t consider the options long before moving the marker from halfway to genius all the way into bimbo.

“Mmmhhh!!” Desmond gave a hard shudder that sent her rear jiggling. One hand stopped outstretched just shy of grabbing another knob and then pulled back to rub her chin. “Was it the one inch, or one and a half inch doors we needed, Wendel, babe? Like, Tabs and I both enjoy it thick, but gosh it’s not like we measured anything before jazzing over here, right?”

“Uhhh…” Wendel was glad whatever gibberish Desmond was spouting carried no importance. His attention was entirely fascinated by how the flyer’s hair was rapidly growing down her back like cascading water. The signature yellow streak Desmond fixed into one bang grew to nearly convert all his black hair into locks of gold, inverting the style so now only a black bang remained.

“Yeah. You are so totally right, babe,” Desmond spoke as if something insightful had been exchanged between them. She promptly grabbed a doorknob seemingly at random before hopping down the stairs both feet at a time. A deliberate tactic she used to make her breast jostle violently under her tight shirt. “Ready to blow this place for something more fun, babe?”

The suggestive display proved too effective by the time Desmond’s thick paws landed her in front of Wendel. The bunny’s eyes remained glued to the stretched cotton around her pronounced chest while his jaw hung loosely open. She giggled and raised two fingers gently under his chin to snap it shut. That got Wendel blinking back up into her eyes again.

“Like, I bet there're some things you’d totally prefer I blow when we get home, eh?”

“Gah da bwaah! Desmond!” Wendel sputtered barely coherent words as he backed into the shelving behind him. The blush bloomed across his entire face, giving his fur a violently shaded hue. “That’s way too far and even you aren’t empty headed enough to know it.”

“You’re right,” Desmond replied with a thick tail dragging on the floor. She took her phone from Wendel into her stretched back pocket, looking ready to admit defeat. That turned into a dangerously false assumption when she immediately perked up and grabbed the bunny’s now empty hand. “There are probably tons of good hiding places in the back rooms I can fuck ya right now!”

“What!? Nooooo…”

Either kangaroos had lots of hidden strength, or Wendel was just that much of a wimp. He couldn’t offer any resistance as Desmond virtually dragged him down several aisles flailing and begging for release. Some employees and many shoppers gave them long stares, especially towards the roo girl’s jostling curves in breaking clothing. Yet it just so happened none were around when Desmond reached the swinging doors into the warehouse’s back room storage.

Then again, guards probably wouldn’t have stopped her libido.