Choose the Adventure Story, starring Isabelle! 2/xx

(Sorry, meant to have this done earlier but Washington got covered in snow. Hope everyone enjoys the madness so far.)

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Previously:

• Lunar-tic Moonshine (Werewolf TF) 20%
• Michelle's Hard Dragonaide (Dragon TF) 40%
• Roundhouse Rum (Weight Gain) 7%
• Big Swig Elephan-tini (Hyper hourglass growth)13%
• Giga-tonic (Macro growth) 20%

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Ah, fruit-flavored beer always makes for a tasty elixir. Isabelle tilted her head back taking several hard gulps of the bottle's contents. Whoever left this brew on her desk was going to need a thank you hug later.

Isabelle set a now empty bottle down with a soft sigh. Everything felt much better with a bit of booze on her morning breath. It made the mind calm and collective while filling the belly with warm bubbles. The curvy dog made a note to check the brand later, maybe pick up a case before dinner.

"Hic!?"

Wow, the carbonation in that stuff was heavy.

"BWWWRRAP!"

FWOOSH!

"Oh? Shit." Isabelle sat dumbfounded that she had burped hard enough to project flames across her desk. She would have almost been proud had she not realized it left her desk on fire. "OH SHIT!!"

Good thing the mayor had enforced strict fire safety measures. Isabelle scrambled for the extinguisher in the bottom drawer vowing to never mock them for it again. Of course, it was the same space she stashed used candy wrappers and porn magazines, for the articles naturally. By the time she got her desk doused in thick foam, the fire had burned a black patch on the varnished wood.

Of course, the real victim was Isabelle's monitor. Whatever paperwork might have been charred had long become obsolete due to the mayors extended vacation. Soon as a spurt of foam touched her precious baby gave it a hard snap that formed spider web cracks along its LED screen.

"Hmph!" Isabelle ran some claws through her hair lamenting the death of her thousand Bells investment. Another thought shoved that aside as she pulled her hand back to stare at it. The usually trimmed nails tipping each delicate finger had been replaced by black sickles that looked ready to slice open dozens of envelopes. "W-what the fu-HUNNK!?

A growl seethed through Isabelle's clenched teeth as a strange tension rocked her body. That quickly transitioned into an intense itching that had her butt squirming in its seat. Questionably vicious claws suddenly found a grand use trying to scratch through the folds of her bathrobe. Her tongue rolled out in a sigh of relief giving the dog enough sense to wonder what brought such irritation.

The answer presented itself when Isabelle noticed large clumps of golden fur catching under her enlarged claws. Jumping to her feet also caused excessive amounts of hairs to rain out her bathrobe sleeves.

"What the fuck!?" Isabelle repeated, tearing open her bathrobe. Large patches of golden fur had molted off her chest to gain a coat of smooth brown scales. They gave off a catching shine as her panicked breaths cause her plump cleavage to heave against its bra. "What the hell was in that beer? Hrmph!?"

Isabelle's tongue flicked about curiously. There was something oddly disjointed in the way her jaw moved. Come to think of it her tongue was feeling longer. Neither could be a good sign.

Dashing over to the wall mirror proved difficult with all the other floor garbage. Isabelle arrived at it just in time to watch her face finish stretching into a long, angular, snout. Her cute black nose spread flush across the end becoming brown as the scales around it. A startled gasp gave a brief glimpse of the many sharp fangs and fork tongue growing inside the dog's mouth.

"HRRK? GAH-RWARG!!"

There was little time to contemplate her face. A hard shift rocked Isabelle's core, snapping attention to the rest of her body. She flung off her itchy bathrobe and gawked at seeing that she was growing…