Shopping Smash

(contains MtF gender bending, rapid preg, oviposistion, and a criminal lack of boobs)

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They were labeled as the 'seasonal' aisles, but that was clearly a bald-faced lie. Half the year, it was just pool toys and barbecue stuff for the warm weather. The other half was just Christmas garbage. Only the end caps held anything remotely resembling decorations for Halloween; the actual holiday people were celebrating this month. Stores seem to have given up entirely with keeping to the times, probably because that cost them a whole five extra bucks in profits to manage. There was the true spirit of Christmas right there in all it's surfboarding plastic Santa goodness ten weeks early.

But that was a rant Vesryn could hold onto for the right holiday. The corgra shook his head, making brown hair and snake hood flutter in dismay. Gods forbid the dog-snake could just buy a few cheap ghosts to show a little bit of spooky spirit. Maybe the reindeers would look more menacing draped in toilet paper.

No, then it would look like Vesryn's house was intentionally vandalized. Assuming people did not think him weird for having Christmas decor up in October. Seriously, why do stores do this?

Vesryn was just about to call it in when he rounded the corner to a surprisingly welcome sight. At the far wall wedged between two shelves was an open doorway shrouded in black and orange bead drapes. The sign above read 'Spoopy Bonanza' with several cartoonish monsters drawn around it. It was a relief to see someone was still in a spirit of holidays over commerce.

Although, the corgra was sure this entrance had been a fire exit when he first got here. He popped his hooded head through the beads taking in an awe-inspiring sight of wall to wall monster costumes and accessories. Many actually glinted with the polish of real metals instead of plastic.

Before he could ponder if this place was out of his price range, a force latched onto the collar of his jacket to prevent escape. There was just enough time to make out a pair of female hands gloved in pink fur before they hauled him past the barrier into the room proper.

"Welcome to all things witchcraft and benign, you hunky dog!" sang the bubbly high pitched voice. Standing in stark contrast to the dark decorations was a sleek cat woman of bright white and pink markings, her cabbage green hair almost like a beacon in the dank light. "I'm Sorsha, what wonderful magics can I conjure for you today?"

"Um…" Vesryn's eyes went wide, not because of her overly friendly nature but because this apparent sale woman was buck naked. Aside from a purple cape and pointy hat, nothing was left to the imagination. At least she took his blushing stare at those little pink breasts as a compliment. "Hum duh, wha?"

Sorsha's fangs showed through her widening grin. The purple cape flew open in a flourish as she struck a pose with both hands on hips. "I mean, if you want all this, I can offer you a fair price too."

"What?! No! I mean, no thank you," Vesryn's thoughts escaped in rapid-fire, making his face blush deeper with each one. The felines amused giggled did nothing to ease his already shriveled ego. "I'm just looking for some Halloween decorations, and all they got outside is Christmas…"

"Say no more! That's exactly why I'm here." Sorsha slinked up close, violating a dozen rules of personal space as her soft pink chest squished into Vesryn's t-shirt. "You sure I can't interest you in an enchanting night at my place?"

"I...I'm really not…"

"Oh. That's a pity." Sorsha backed away, giving an unconvincing pout. Twirling towards a shelf, she made a point to bend low, so her tail pushed aside the cape, exposing her perky backside. The pink of her front flowed back there, giving her inner glutes an adorable heart shape that caused Vesryn's loins to twitch. "Here. Have a pumpkin."

The exotically teasing view was over in a flash. Something big and dense was slammed into Vesryn's gut knocking the aroused corgra back into reality. A reality that involved holding a large pumpkin sculpture. He entered into a staring contest with the black painted face on it's front before casting Sorsha a quizzical glance.

"Just open it up and watch the spooks happen. NO! Not right now!" Sorsha's hands grabbed at Vesryn's when he made a move for the ceramic stem lid. "Leave it in the break room, invite some friends over, but I am NOT set up for the spirits in this thing right here."

One of Vesryn's pointed ears dropped with his cock-eyed smile. "Spirits? Really? Can't I just get some foam graves and flashing lights?"

"Hey, if you wanna just leave it out on your porch, I won't judge. But the parents might."

"What's that supposed to mean? Hey!"

"Come! Come! I have many more clients to see to before Halloween gets here." A hard pull whirled Vesryn into a harsh about-face and a shove back out into the store. He just barely managed to keep his balance with the giant glossy pumpkin shifting around his arms. Sorsha's head poked through the beads to add, "And whatever you do, don't drop the damn thing. Good luck, cutie!"

Vesryn had already been rendered dazed and alarmed by their exchange. No one could blame him for jumping two feet in the air after a roaming pink hand pinched his butt.

CRRRSSSHHH!!!

The pumpkin hit the ground before Vesryn did. A once simple but finely painted ceramic jar exploded into little grey fragments spilling out across several toy aisles. It took the corgra a few seconds of getting over the lewd groping to even realize his hands were empty. Several more were spent looking at the shattered mess around his shoes, tail curling meekly around one leg.

"No refunds!" Sorsha shouted to the frantic clutter of beads.

"But I didn't pay...uuuhhhh…?" Vesryn turned back to berate the cat girl only to find her gone. Not just back into her shop but any signs she even existed. Gone were the beaded drapes replaced with a standard fire exit door once again. "Where did she…? Oh, for the love of…"

Not exactly the best shopping trip the corgra ever had. Still, that had been enough weirdness for one afternoon, especially since he still had no Halloween decorations to show for it. He carefully walked to avoid stepping on as much clay pebbles as he could towards the front desk. What he could not see in his fluster of confused thoughts were the many blue wisps of smoke emanating from the former pumpkins shards. Dozens of streams culminated into a single cloud that sailed silently into Vesryn's back, clothes doing nothing to stop a chill running down his spine as the vapors entered his body.

Getting a strange sense of foreboding prompted Vesryn to leave all the quicker. Once he made sure the staff knew of a needed clean up, he was out the door and on his bike pedaling for all his legs could manage. It was hard to put a paw on what was spooking him. Natural canine instincts could not shake this bizarre feeling he was being followed. 

The only time he stopped was for traffic lights, which brought to attention how uncomfortable his seat felt. Ass cheeks overflowed around the sides, looking tightly compacted in the rear of his jeans. No matter how hard Vesryn tried, he could not keep the hem up. Thick fats kept pushing it back down, exposing more of his fluffy crack to any attentive motorist.

Vesryn would have almost been relaxed if his butt was the only weird thing about the journey home. During the last third of his usual route, everything began to feel much tighter. Glancing down, the dog barked and nearly fell off his bike. His legs had swollen to a hammy thickness that left denim straining around them. Each hard pedal caused his thighs to grind together, making the corga worry his pants would catch fire. Knees kept smacking into his stomach in his effort to speed up,

For only being a mile away, getting home suddenly felt like an eternity. Vesryn barely took the time to lock up his bike, what with the sudden surge of purple-furred belly fat. His middle was bulging out in a squished sag against his pants that was definitely not there when he had left.

Vesryn flew the door open in a dash for the bathroom, which was more of a waddle with his hips jiggling like there was an earthquake. One look in the mirror made his jaw dropped at how taut his clothes looked. Furry flesh bloated and bulged in every open space it could find, looking ready to explode the seams fighting to keep them contained.

That was not what surprised the corgra as much as his face, however. A shaking, fattening paw reached up to feel the new smoother edges to his cheeks. The bottom lip of his muzzle jutted out rich, puffy and colored the same purple as his fur. Eyelashes had grown longer over significantly more narrowed eyes. "What the hell is...happening!?"

The question answered itself in the sultry female tone of Vesryn's new voice. She blinked at her complexion several times before working to yank off the suffocating clothes. Stripped down to just boxers, she looked at the mirror and barked again.

Now free of the annoying confines, her body seemed to pour out into a mix-match of feminized curves and excessive fats. Hips reached out into a span that could encompass two of her living room couch cushions, supporting a butt so soft her friends would beg to knead it. What little of her male boxers remained were being eaten up between the sloshing cheeks, running the front tight against a small bulge that formed a woman's camel-toe.

At least what of it could be seen with Vesryn's stomach bulge rolling forward into an apron. The corgra's hands cupped under her hefty middle, finding it surprisingly firm amidst her pudgy waist. She attempted to jostle it a bit, grunting at an alien weight that shifted just under the tender skin. As if displeased by this, the muscles in her abs squeezed back, making Vesryn gasp as skin tightened around her insides.

The tension left Vesryn panting lightly for breath once it finally eased up. All she could ponder though was what Sorsha had been storing in that pumpkin. That crazy cat was trying to turn random people into girls or something? All Vesryn wanted was a little holiday spirit, not literal spirits and curses.

"Aaah nngh!" Another rolling tension seized up Vesryn's middle, this time followed by an alarming spasm deep inside her newly formed pussy. Much like the contraction, her realization hit in a sudden rush. "O-oh Sweet Jeebus! Don't tell me I'm...I'm aaah….HHNNNGGGHH!!"

A third contraction had Vesryn doubling over. This time she felt something inside her tunnel give, followed by an explosion of warm fluids soaking her boxers in a waterfall down her thighs. With a surprised bark, her tail shot up as something else, big and solid, poked its way against her cervix.

"Ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Vesryn moved in stiff steps out into her bedroom. The pressure of whatever was forcing its way into her vagina had greatly restricted her movements, but she felt being near the toilet was not going to help. Something was coming and fast.

The boxers had barely managed to come off when Vesryn howled to another contraction. Ears burned red, feeling her nethers bare down without any of her say. This was clearly a hijacked ride she was going to have to see through. It was all she could manage to grab some blankets for a makeshift nest before sinking down into a squat. Whatever she was birthing had already dropped with alarming speed to the point she could feel her slit being torn open by its approach.

A hand absently reached under Vesryn's distended belly to her crotch, getting her third surprised bark of the day. The vertical lips bulged into her palm before parting in a dramatic unveiling of something slick and smooth. Her muscles managed to catch it just around the object's widest part, allowing the next contracting to shove it into her waiting paw.

"An...egg?" Vesryn brought the object around to hold before her gawking snout. The thing was practically the size of a softball, with the same orange-colored shell and jack-o-lantern face painted on it. "What the fuck did I do to lay a...a god damn...aahhh..oh shit, there's MORE of you!?"

The egg slipped from Vesryns, shaking paws onto the pile of blankets her feet. Contractions overwhelming her began once more as some unseen force made her insides push the next ovid out with impossible speeds.

A third flopped out her worn stretched nethers minutes after, followed by a fourth.

Nearly an hour after arriving home, Vesryn collapsed onto her bed with everything below her waist bloated and sore. Her cunt ached from being so tightly stretched, still dripping with juices. Pawed feet felt tenderized, trying to support all that pressure, and her hips really needed a cold bath. Hands came to rest absently atop her stomach as she heaved in a cold sweat. At least the expulsion of her load had deflated things into a more softened mound of pudge. She thought that would look way cuter.

"Arf?"

Sleep would have almost claimed the transformed corgra if a light cracking had not made her ears perk first. With some effort, she managed to sit up on elbows to peer over the chunky pear form she had gained.

All four of the freshly laid eggs were shaking in their blanket nest. As Vesryn watched their glossy smooth shells clicked together in rapid bursts, slowly forming cracks that spread to encompass their entire surface. Within a minute, the whole clutch erupted in miniature explosions of bright eggshells and glitters. From their insides flew out little blue lizard creatures on wings. Their dance of flying through the air left trails of blue smoke that awed Vesryn while she tried comprehending giving reincarnated birth to live dragons.

They noticed her eventually and stopped the dancing to give her friendly little waves. Vesryn had completely lost any sense of reality at that point and could only manage a meek wave back. With that exchange out of the way, the dragons resumed flying straight up into the ceiling. Instead of colliding through the plaster, they simply phased through like the ghosts they once were, leaving Vesryn alone on her bed once more.

Not precisely how Vesryn had planned to spend her night, but it could have been much worse. Usually, Halloween mishaps result in gruesome murders, not eccentric transformations. Now she could probably hit up some real parties as a beautiful woman, shaking her epic fat ass and wearing tight tops for her…

"HEY!" The realization hit Vesryn so fast she found the angry strength to fully jump out of bed. Grappling desperately at the flat furry surface of her pecs, she sent a few more angry barks at the ceiling. "Get back here you jackass spirits! At least give me tits!"