Warking Overtime

(contains anthro mouse to feral chocobo TF)

Guest Starring Starlight Twist.

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Why can't anyone just order a damn sandwich and leave? Seriously, there should only be so many things a person plans to do when walking into a Subway. It's not unfair to start getting annoyed after having to deal with a botched robbery, a pack of kobolds, and now a wizard turning guests into anthro-sheep women. Employees did not get enough pay to clean up after this garbage.

"Sir? Could you please just tell me what kind of cheese you want?"

"FOOL!!" The middle-aged man with a fake white beard screamed in his shrill voice. Grey robes fluttered as he whirled from fondling over two of his sheep victims to face Yuki across the counter. "I AM WIZZO THE WIZARD! YOU SHOULD BE COWERING BEFORE MY MIGHTY MAGIC!"

"Yes, sir. I am very afraid." A slight twitching of her whiskers was the only sign of 'cowering' Yuki made. After years of being yelled at for asinine things like their brand of mustard, she could keep a straight muzzle in a tornado. "You've also said that five times now, but magic isn't going to make your sandwich."

"It could if I wanted it to!" Wizzo gloated and rapped his staff against the tile floor in emphasis. One hand swept back across the confused sheep in various acts of groping themselves, if not each other. "Are you not impressed by how I've changed all these peasants into my horny slaves!?"

Yuki nodded while remaining perfectly silent. There was really no point in sharing that she had a dragon mom that did the exact same transformations when they sneezed. Hell, it might have been impressive if he had been boasting to anyone else besides the meter-tall mouse girl. It should be easily assumed that a humanoid creature with blue fur and hair that looked like they held galaxies in them had already seen some strange things.

Then again, it was not the customer's job to think about their surroundings. Nor was it Yuki's job to have confrontations, again not paid enough. It would just be nice if this guy had not already taken ten minutes of yelling just to pick his bread and meat.

"Of course you are impressed, lowly vermin!" Wizzo cackled, clicking his broken fingernails on the counter glass. Ignoring the annoyed twitch of Yuki's rounded ears, he continued, "Enough to give me Havarti, I'd imagine."

"We don't have Havarti."

"THEN I SHALL TURN YOUR MANAGER INTO A SWAN!!"

"You did that last week." Yuki pointed to a nest behind the counter where a giant white bird honked back angrily. One of the reasons the mouse was stuck running the counter alone today. "And the store owners refuse to buy Havarti just for you."

"THEN THEY WILL SUFFER THE WRATH OF...wait, did I…"

"They're still hippo girls, yes. In fact, they decided to hit the beach for a summer vacation."

"THEN GIVE ME PROVILON, YOU WRETCHED HAMSTER!"

"Mouse."

"And don't you dare nibble on any of my vegetables, Wizzo is feeling like…"

Yuki hurried along applying the standard slices of white cheese to the foot long chicken sandwich. After that, she had to hop down from her stool and scoot it over to the crisp toppings section while trying to remember the eight things Wizzo rambled off. It had become a practiced part of the job by now, but she still wished the owners would let her ride the wheeled cart again. That made serving way more fun.

"AND CHANGE YOUR GLOVES!" Wizzo snapped only when Yuki's tiny paw-hand was within an inch of the lettuce bin. "I don't want meat juice getting all over everything. That's gross."

"Uh, sir? Isn't it all going on the same sandwich?"

"ARE YOU QUESTIONING THE GREAT WIZZO THE WIZARD!? Besides, what if the person after me wants roast beef and you got chicken juice all over their veggies?"

"You turned everyone waiting behind you into sheep sluts."

"THAT'LL TEACH THEM TO BE INSOLENT!"

Yuki changed her gloves before heaping servings of the requested produce.

"Dressing?"

"Raspberry vinaigrette, mustard with lots of salt and pepper."

Yuki giggled as she took turns squirting the respective dressings across a bed of diced plants. "Hey, don't start mixing potions on your food now."

She immediately regretted making an attempt at playful banter when the eyes behind that taped-on beard narrowed.

"DO YOU MOCK ME!? WIZZO IS NOT SOME GUTTER DWELLING ALCHEMIST!" Yuki opened her tiny muzzle to apologize only to be cut off with a dismissive wave. "Besides, potion making is for nerds."

Despite being an act done virtually dozens of times a day, Yuki was so happy to finally get to close and wrap this sandwich. She almost tripped over the stool in an eagerness to get everything to the register. Only thing left was a quick ring out, so the most prolonged order of her life could finally end.

"Any chips? Soda? Make it a meal?"

"THE GREAT WIZZO DOES NOT SPOIL HIMSELF ON…"

A few loud chimes of the cash register stopped the robbed man in mid-tangent. "That'll be eight-fifty, please."

Wizzo gave some kind of grumble while shifting his staff under an armpit. Hands vanished under his robes in a manner Yuki hoped was looking for his wallet. Regardless of what he was after it did not seem to be in the many concealed pockets under there. More of Wizzo's arms vanished deeper to double check every nook. It was clear what was coming by the way his eyes bulged out in alarm for a moment before narrowing in an attempt to hide such fear.

"Actually," Wizzo started, letting his robes drop and regripping his staff in a usual pose of intimidating flare. "Your service today has been so horrendous that the great Wizzo feels he is owed this pathetic sandwich in reparation. It is quite a merciful gesture, to say the least."

"Sorry, sir, that's not in our policy." Yuki calmly pulled the wrapped meal back right before Wizzo's unwashed hands could snatch it. She made sure to keep her other hand hidden behind the counter where it could gather energy for a counterspell if needed. "And changing the manager into something else isn't going to change their minds on it."

"YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE GREAT WIZZO!?"

"If you can't magic your wallet into existence I'll be happy to keep your chicken safe while you look for it." Anything for this episode of customer service to end, Yuki silently hoped.

Wizzo looked ready to start screaming again, his specialty apparently, but then he snapped his fingers coming to a bright realization. "Hey, Wizzo almost forgot he has an emergency magic pocket for just such an incident."

"Why don't you keep your wallet in the magic po-EEK!"

The human moved fast, reaching under one sleeve and tossing a gold coin in Yuki's direction. There was no time to think in such a panic, both hands shot up barely able to catch the coin while her gathered energy dispersed. The mouse's trained calm and deadpan nature returned almost immediately palming the single glittering currency.

"Um, I'm sorry sir, we can't exchange gold from another dimen...sion? Wait a second!"

BWAM!

Wizzo gave the tiny clerk enough time to realize she was holding a foil wrapped chocolate piece before delivering a whack on the head with his staff. It was not nearly as painful as it looked. That was just how casting some spells tended to go, which subjectively made the attack worse for Yuki. Even faint pain made it impossible for her to offer resistance when the spell's energy flowed into her body.

"Whoa!"

THUD!

Such a state also made it hard to keep balanced on a stool. While Yuki flopped across the floor, Wizzo claimed his prized sandwich with a triumphant laugh.

"Ugh! T-that was a cheap shot." Yuki rolled into a sitting position before trying to stand up. A startled squeak had her plopping back onto her thick furry butt. The counters above would not stop spinning, and the heat inside her body only increased with each heavy breath.

Glancing down, she squeaked again seeing her skin was pulsing. With every inhale the mouse's belly bulged out into a round, thicker shape like an inflating balloon. The hem of her work shirt and pants soon parted to show off her violet belly button. Trying to stand became a futile struggle. Her legs simply refused to work right with toes getting stiff.

"Aw, crap! What...ngh! What did you do!?"

"Just making sure we all have chicken," Wizzo taunted from somewhere behind the counter. Yuki's ears folded upon hearing the front doors bell chime. "Come, girls! Let us celebrate by visiting the nearby bars!"

"N-no! Wait! Wa-WARK!" Yuki started only to hear the door slammed closed after a stampede of hoofs left the store. Granted the fact she had made a very un-rodent squawk was also a pressing concern. "Aw, double crap!"

Yuki's little paws cringed from a hard cramp passing through them. They began warp before her eyes; toes merging down from five to two while stretching out long and thick. Loud pops of changing or growing bones filled the empty store as a third toe bulged out of the mouse's heels. From the tips of all six popped out jet black claws razor tipped for gripping the ground.

"Uffhh! Son of a diddly!" Well, gripping dirt ground anyway. Yuki slipped a few times trying to lever herself onto distinctly bird feet. An effort not made easier by the way her shins were thinning out, yet lengthening with tight, strong sinew and bones. She must have grown a good two feet in seconds just from their shifting alone. The changing mouse was even able to lean on the counter for support when they had finished. She might as well have been trying to balance on stilts with such huge chicken legs. "Aah! Aah! O-okay, stupid wizard. This is...e-kweh! I mean, easy to fix. I just...wark?"

Sure, any dunce can cast a spell on a whim. Trying to do one while in the process of a horrific, uncontrolled transformation took patience and quick wits. Qualities that Yuki was not precisely well known for when her recollection of incantations was interrupted by a harsh itching. Looking down the sight of scales growing out of the fur along the Y-shaped feet did not calm her nerves any. Before she knew it, they had encased all her feet and shins just below the knee.

"Ignore the...aah! The disfigured legs Yuki. Now how did it wa-wa-wark?" Yuki's grip on the counter tightened under the pressure of her work pants. The legs strained and tore around her thighs while they inflated with strong, juicy running muscles. Through the gaps of fabric her fattening flesh bulged out not with fur, but rising clumps of red feathers. "O-okay; Powers beyond twi-WARK! Bend to my will and KWEH my commands! Undo this WARK KWEH KWEH!"

Welp, so much for invoking her strongest incantations. Even if Yuki's words were not rapidly being replaced with squawks, the tension in her hips made it impossible to focus. The sides of her pants were torn apart when her pelvis widened, forcing her to permanently lean into the cheese trays with a new posture. The button and zipper gave a harsh snap allowing a belly smothered in red feathers to fall out in a rounded bulge. Its heavy weight kept her rooted against the counter for balance. A free hand tried to grapple at it, almost admiring the plush feel of fat and feathers overtaking her lower body.

Chills rushed down Yuki's spine, making her shudder. Biting her lower lip with enlarged rodent front teeth, she glanced back forlorn to see her tail retracting into her butt. Her favorite appendage gave a few weak waves as it's length dwindled inch by inch until only the thick tuft remained perched at the base of her spine. Moments later, a rush of pressure billowed out the seat of her pants.

SHRRTT!

THWOOMP!!

FOOF!

Both pants and panties tore from Yuki's lower body. Having already been fat bottomed for a mouse, their cloth fiber was no match for the avian ass exploding out of them. Everything from her waist down had been converted to the anatomy of an enormous riding chicken. There was only a second to regard her celestial tail tuft before it brightened and blossomed out into long ceremonial red feathers decorating her angular behind.

"Honk! Honk! Honk!"

"Oh, KWEH, shut up!" Yuki scowled at the goose in the corner between heavy pants and reflexive chirps. It was not hard to tell the small bird had been laughing at their mouse employees misshapen body. Something they both knew would correct itself soon enough. "At least I fed you. You stuck up WARK!"

CRRRNCH!

A sledgehammer came down upon Yuki's ribcage, sending her reeling from the counter. She straightened out best she could under a new pelvis and took a deep breath. With a flourish of hand waves, magical energy began to gather around her. Words might be a lost cause, but she still knew a few somatic techniques.

That was assuming she could finish the gestures in time. Already the spherical bulge of Yuki's bird belly was creeping up to infect the rest of her mouse torso. Her movements paused for only a second of discomfort when her hips popped out to become flush with her fat middle. The Subway logo stretched taut with the rest of her shirt trying to stay wrapped around broadening sides.

KRRRTTTT!!

DOUBLE FOOF!!

The counterspell was at least halfway done when Yuki's rib cage surged outwards to make room for bigger lungs. Her bulking pecs delivered the force needed to finally rend the work shirt straight down the middle, allowing a thick nest of crest feathers to puff out. It was a good thing Wizzo had departed, considering this chest expansion also flattened out Yuki's modest breasts in the process. That was an act of villainy worthy of a fireball or six.

"Ugggh! N-no KWEH!" No matter what she did, Yuki could not prevent her shoulders from collapsing. Light popping and shifting quickly slowed, then limited the movements of her arcane gestures. She continued to make what delicate finger weaves she could, but knew it was already a lost cause. Feathers cascaded down her arms in a luxurious blanket before the appendages themselves bent back against her will to rest at her sides. What magical energy that had been gathered seeped back into the either as Yuki felt her hands flow together into the useless tip of equally useless chicken-style wings.

"WARK stupid self KWEHing egotistical WARK KWEH! Hnnnggh!!"

It was almost impressive the way grumpy fuming, and squawking became virtually indistinguishable for Yuki. She paced behind the counter now slightly looming over it with a body twice the size of an ostrich but coated in bright red feathers. Such rapid motions only helped molt the gorgeous sparkling hair off her mouse head, but she was not in a position to do anything about it anymore. Besides, a rush of fluffy red crown feathers swept up the back of her head to take its place, even while her ears gave a final flick before sinking back into her skull.

"KWEHing stupid WAKR fffKWEH KWEH! Going to WARK his KWEH can't HNGH WARK a WARKing counterspell KWEH without hands, you KWEH!"

Yuki's insides churned, the urge to vomit only being pushed down by her annoyance at having her job disrupted so severely. With each angry bird caw, her neck surged up an inch in length, making her insides spin with vertigo. The view over the counter became rather new and exciting for a formally short mouse. If only her vocabulary were not devolving in the process. By the time her tangent finished, her head was bobbing back and forth, trying to acclimate to an almost meter long neck full of alien muscles.

Too bad her change needed one final touch. Yuki gave a hard snort, pointed muzzle scrunching up. Slowly it forced itself opened against her best efforts. Former sharp teeth quickly rushed out of her retreating lips melding together to form a rounded birds beak. Her once adorable black nose got pushed all the way back to the bridge just under her eyes where they shrank to a small set of pink slits. More sinew surged into existence along her jaw, allowing Yuki's beak to fly open in a loud final, "WARK!"

The hard beak promptly snapped shut before Yuki clicked it a few times experimentally. She still had to wait a few minutes for her head to finish flattening out into a proper avian skull, but otherwise felt big and fluffy as any other red Chocobo out in the world. Surprisingly there were a lot of those to go around, most not the result of angry customers casting transformation spells.

"KWEHing stupid KWEH hack of a cheap WARKing magician…" Yuki continued to grumble while setting to work, picking up her scraps of clothes. Being a witch with a dragon mom helped in the sense she knew how to work a bird's gripping foot with fantastic accuracy.

Of course, the difference between an eagle and a Chocobo is about seven hundred pounds. Trying to move around the small kitchen space without getting her tail feathers in the toaster would be a problem. Hell, she could barely face the sandwich line without her butt wedged into the back counter. Yuki glanced at the clock and sighed, seeing she still had forty minutes left of her shift.

DING!

"WARKcome to…" Yuki whipped her noodle neck around, forcing a typical bird smile in greeting. It plummeted to the floor instantly after seeing a badger in a subway uniform had entered. "Oh, hey, Ted. You're twenty minutes late."

"Nice to see you too, Yuki. Let me know when the goose fires me." Ted made a point of stopping to scan the giant red bird several times. The smug grin on his face met Yuki's angry beak sneer. "I'm guessing Wizzo was in again? That guy just never wants to go to McDonald's."

"You never know," Yuki said while her body relaxed. Some awkward shuffling allowed her to move so the badger could wash his hands. "Maybe Mom got some KWEH allergies and forgot to cover her WARK when sneezing again."

"Well, your mom is hot so I wouldn't mind that as much. Why is anyone letting a nutcase like Wizzo run around town?"

"Well, you are KWEH to try and stop him next time he WARKs in for a sandwich."

Ted opened his stupid muzzle to retort, only to slink back into the rear kitchen. "No, thanks. I think he still wants to deal with you."

"WARKing what?" The door dinged open, and Yuki spun around to find the same man in grey robes strutting in. Curiously he was without an entourage of voluptuous sheep girls.

"BEHOLD! I AM WIZZO THE WIZARD! BOW BEFORE ME STUPID BIRD, FOR I…"

"Oh, my WARKing god, you literally just stole a sandwich from me KWEH minutes ago. WARK do you want now!?"

What little patience Yuki had left with her employee uniform, which she had to pay for later. The store became filled with the harsh fluttering of feathers, Wizzo's beard blowing in the wind of Yuki's angry wing flaps. To his credit, Wizzo seemed to catch onto who he was addressing fast, although his amused expression only made Yuki's feathers puff out thicker.

"Ah, yes! It appears there has been a mix-up and Wizzo had his wallet in his other magical pocket this whole time."

"Oh, for the love of KWEH."

"Yes, it is a sad error on this establishments part to let this slide. I would insist you make Wizzo another sandwich as the last one was not that fresh tasting, to begin with."

"So...KWEH? I'm replacing a sandwich you stole for free now?"

"Thanks! The great Wizzo appreciates your subjugation."

"WAAAAAARRRKKKK!!"

"Wizzo also thinks you may need to cut back on the coffee." The man in the fake beard chuckled as he watched the transformed Chocobo's long neck flail about, banging its head on the counters repeatedly. "Now hop to it. Wizzo has places to be."

Yuki's distended belly heaved in several angry breaths before she got the wit to raise her bird head again. The smile etched across her beak scared both Wizzo and Ted looking in from the corner wall.

"Okay! WARK got a great KWEH special for you, sir."

Without explanation, the big red bird waddled its way out from behind the counter until it stood looking down at the man from her nine-foot height. From there she began a strange little dance that seemed to involve a pattern of kicking up her legs, wagging her butt, and flapping her wings. The entire display lasted for almost a minute in which Wizzo was too confused to offer arrogant comments. A rare occasion for the man.

"KWEH KWEH!" Yuki cheered while dipping her head clockwise twice and then counterclockwise. With a final flap of her wings, she took several steps back with a cheerful, "And there you go, sir."

"...THE GREAT WIZZO DEMANDS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?"

"Not much!" Yuki glanced over her wing and settled her angular rear into a booth. Eyes looked on the human as if expecting something. "Bet you didn't know Chocobo's can cast magic without hands, huh?"

Wizzo filled the restaurant with his horrible shrill laugh. Staff was spread wide in a sarcastic gesture to the unchanged atmosphere of their location. "WHAT STUPID NONSENSE IS THIS!? NO BIRD COULD DARE MATCH THE MIGHT OF THE GREAT WIZ-"

BWOOSH!

"And there we go," Yuki chirped contently after a meteor the size of a van came crashing through the roof. The flaming trail it had left behind melted part of the glass case on its collision with an unwitting Wizzo. A small price to pay to leave nothing but the wizard's staff on the floor.

"Is he dead?" Ted asked, peering over the counter now that the danger had passed.

"Oh, WARK, Ted." Yuki rolled her eyes with a triumphant smile. "It's just a meteor spell. He'll be fine if he saved this morning."

"Uh...huh." The badger's gaze lingered on the smoldering rock before shifting to the giant hole above them. "You realize you got to pay for this?"

"Let me know WARK the goose is going to fire me." Yuki laid back in her both, shuffling out a switch from under her wing feathers for something enjoyable to do. "KWEH! For now, I'm on my break."