Tortoise and the Hare(s) I (Brooke Monk TG/TF)

It was a slow day for Noah. University coursework was finished early, friends were all of town, and no games were released that would occupy his time. Not having much else to do, Noah decided that taking a seat at a local cafe would be the best use of his time. Nothing could go wrong with a nice meal and some people watching. He walked into the sparsely filled cafe and took a seat at a booth right by the window. The waiter came by with a water, the white straw dangling around the cup with the large cubes of ice. 
    "Can I get you anything to start?"
    "I'm actually just kind of here to relax a bit, I'll order something but I'll signal to you when I'm ready. I'm in no rush." Noah smiled to the waiter who nodded with a smirk and left him to enjoy the scenery behind the wall lengthened mirror. It was times like this where Noah could see the small details of his surroundings and appreciate it for what it was, truly beautiful. Birds were soaring in the sky squeaking away, dogs enthusiastically pulled on their owners on leashes, and of course the tortoise walking slowly on the pavement of the sidewalk. Wait? A tortoise? Noah rubbed his eyes and looked once more. This was no illusion, there was a massive tortoise walking amongst the people on the sidewalk. Even weirder, nobody seemed to take notice or care of its presence. They just continued on with their day as if everything was normal. Someone had to get the tortoise out of the road and return it to the zoo where it probably came from. Better yet, someone could race it and win! Noah paused, what a weird assertion to have randomly. Race a tortoise? That would not be much of a challenge. Its speed is comparable to snail. Shaking his head, Noah tried to get rid of the thought of the tortoise and continue on with his day. It was not a dangerous animal. There would be no issue with leaving it as someone else's problem. 
    Noah twiddled around with his straw and sipped at the ice cold water. Every so often, his eyes would peer up and see the tortoise make little to no progress. 
    "I could so beat that stupid turtle-' Noah's eyes opened wide, those words muttered from his mouth without his control. His eyes darted around and nobody seemed to have heard him. Noah no longer was looking up and down, his straw was in his mouth sipping more water but his mind was becoming infatuated with the tortoise. He tried subconsciously to move his gaze but he just could not do it. His feet began to tap as if he was impatient and his water was soon empty from drinking it so fast. The waiter came by to refill it. 
    "More water, sir?"
    "Yes yes that is fine, just leave me be. I got to beat this stupid tortoise!" Noah's speech was very dismissive and frantic, as if he was running out of time. The waiter looked out the window confused and looked back to Noah's whose wide eyes had not acknowledged his presence the whole time.
    "Tortoise, sir?"
    "Yes yes that dumb turtle. So cocky and condescending. As if a tortoise could win a race!" 
    Filling his water back up and hesitantly walking away, Noah's mind was racing and leaving him looking like a crazy person. 
    "B-brooke is the fastest rabbit there is...." Noah broke his zoned out state, something was seriously off. Who was Brooke? Why did the waiter not see the tortoise out there? His questions would continue to be unanswered as a pulse of heat made Noah's cheeks flush out red and sent waves of numbing relaxation throughout his head. The feeling was like someone putting ear muffs on his brain to shield him from the rest of his thoughts. It was a warm fuzziness that he was having a lot of trouble combatting. Everything just felt so peaceful and serene. As the feeling grew stronger, Noah's face began to shrink and feminize. His cheekbones were rising, chin shrinking to a rounded point, and forehead looking slightly larger from his hairline that was flipped upward. His short and curly brown hair began to unfurl and straighten out. After straightening out, the strands gained a glossy silkiness only present when hair is well maintained and taken care of. The strands were getting longer and longer by the second, the volume filled main resting on his shoulders and down his back. While it continued to grow longer and more luxurious, Noah's face was getting less and less recognizable. A minor insertion of fat injected into each of his cheeks to give them a softer look that was made for an amazing ear to ear grin. His lips were becoming more shapely and puffy while a lighter pink coloring took hold. The most discerning change was in his eyes, which were getting a lot more rounded and doe like. The circular pearls gained a pleasant milk color accent in his irises while his eyelashes flourished outward and became very curly. They were so long that they tickled the roof of his eyes. His eyebrows tugged and plucked into a fine line that rode the contour of his huge hypnotizing eyes perfectly. Though now covered in a surplus of hair, Noah's ears wiggled to smaller size that better matched his smaller face. His nose scrunched up to a small bulb shape to complete the transformation from the neck up. Noah now looked downright cute even though he was now unable to realize. 

    While Noah's brain left him docile and less finicky, changes to his bodily proportions subtly began to take hold. The 6'2" frame of Noah was no longer sitting so tall in the booth. His elbows, which had been resting on the table side, no longer sat naturally at this height. His shoulders were coaxed inward by some unknown force, leaving them significantly less broad. To match, muscle began to melt away from his pulsing arms. Each convulsion made every facet of his limbs stick thin and weak, only partially returning mass in the form of a minuscule layer of fat that jiggled ever so slightly. This was primarily the case for his biceps and triceps. At his hands, each finger became thinner and more dainty while a pale white nail polish delicately applied to each digit. His hands were a lot smaller and frail looking, as if they belonged to a rather thin female. Noah lifted his cup and subconsciously did notice that it was much heavier feeling than before. The suppression of his feelings did not allow him to take action, the relaxation continued. With his arms, the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt began to recede at a rapid pace. This left his arms exposed to the air. Hair follicles began to flake away and leave every inch of his skin smooth and free of any blemishes.The sleeves had become no more than straps of a tank top. As it became a bit more pale, the gusts from the AC inside the cafe brushed against his skin and exposed that everything felt more sensitive. A dampened moan of pleasure left his mouth while changes to his torso continued. 
    At his legs, they shortened significantly and thinned while the fabric of his sweats altered to a jean fabric. The rich, dark blue jeans hugged caressed his legs tightly as they thinned and shortened. His feet were previously firm on the ground but now dangled because of how much height was lost. His calves lost muscle and bulged out with a tiny amount of fat while his thighs did the same, though they would surely be revisited later on. Collapsing outward, his hips now filled out more of the seat. Noah was lifted ever so slightly upward as a perky bubble butt bursted onto the scene and enlarged his backside. It was the perfect size to grasp onto, not overly large but a picture perfect shape. 

    At his abdomen, Noah felt the same sensitivity against his stomach. In fact, all of his skin all around his body was now flawlessly moisturized and smooth. The lower portions of his shirt had lifted and made his midsection visible. The shirt now looked like nothing more than a crop top. Oddly enough, it did not look too out of place since his upper body was condensing and shrinking. As if he had done tons of crunches, his stomach began to flatten and become slightly toned. This slight toning was overwritten with a very minimal layer of doughiness. He still looked thin but not like he worked out normally. At his chest, his nipples were becoming more tender and puffy looking. This made his cheeks once again a tomato red. Budding breast tissue began to push outward and make the fabric of the tank top stretch to compensate. Perky B-cups swelled into place and caused cleavage to peak through in the plunging U-neck top. 

    A sudden push showed his waist was being sucked inward and left made him gasp for air. A nice hourglass contour was now in place. It seemed this gasp of air and sensitivity in his nipples made him notice how much his now 5'5" body was altering. 
    "M-my face, my body?! I'm tiny! Are these...BOOBS?! AGH!" Noah darted his hands and pressed on his temples. It felt as if something was trying to take over his mind. Intelligence could be felt fleeting away, years of university coursework going to complete waste. Noah tried to play tug of war with whatever was trying to take over but it was an evidently losing battle. In between his crossed thighs, his manhood began to scream out in orgasmic bliss. The other patrons looked over with concern what looked like a female convulsing around from pleasure could be seen. This unimaginable pleasure left Noah vulnerable to the changed in his mind. Taking advantage of the opening, his identity was beginning to be overwritten. 
    "I am Noah *hehe* I...am...N-noah *hehe*" His affirmations of his identity were being interrupted with girly giggles. Also, his accent was disappearing and being replaced with that of a ditzy girl from Los Angeles. His voice sounded so sweet and high pitched. School and street smarts melted away and left his eyes fluttering as a result from how dumbed down she was becoming. The last remnants of pushback took place in Noah's head. 
    "N-noah, Noah, Noah...NOAH!!!" With a sudden slurp, Noah's manhood disappeared and left him shivering and panting from the orgasm that took hold. Once recovered from the blissful body-wide sensations, she brought her head back up. 
    "C'mon Brooke keep it together...N-no not Brooke,N-no...N-no?" Somehow, he had forgotten his own name. All that remained was the name Brooke that at the moment felt very much out of place. However, the longer he was battling his thoughts, the more the name felt right at home. 
    "Brooke being so silly, I got a stupid turtle to totes leave in the dust!" Noah, or now Brooke, looked to the tortoise out of the window. IQ continued to fleet away at a blistering rate. It could be seen in her eyes that looked as if they did not have a thought behind them. It could be seen in her fingers as they twirled a strand of hair around. And most of all, it could be seen voice that sounded very mindless and bimbo-like. 

    The waiter walked over and was a bit confused, he never saw Noah leave. Instead, Brooke was in his place and was being quite the distraction to the other patrons. 
    "Um M'aam, please keep it down. You are disturbing the customers"
    "Oh uhm, like, no problem! I'll be totes outta here. I gots a tortoise to beat!" 
    "Ok...." The waiter walked away once again weirded out. Brooke remained in the booth to pump herself up. 
    "Hmph that stupid turtle is gonna so get, like, beat!" Before Brooke could arise and support her claims of victory, a strange tickling in her face delayed her departure. 
    There was a twitch in Brooke's nose. It was itchy as she tried to scrunch it up to alleviate the constant scratchiness. 
    "Hehe Brookie's nose feels all funky" She said while halfway incessantly giggling to herself and halfway sipping at the cola in her hands. As she wiggled her nose more and more, little bits of fuzzy brown hair began to sprout out like grass in the beginning of spring. As well, her pouty upper lip began to mesh with her nose just like a rabbit. She twitched and rubbed at her altering nose with the back of palm like an animal such as a cat would do. The fur was becoming thicker and white fur was beginning to appear in the area a mustache would be. However, this was no mustache. Her lips parted into two sections that sprouted whiskers out of nowhere. Brooke now felt the air tinge off the sides of the sensitized strands of black hair. This was quite peculiar. Brooke was not the least bit worried since her mind had already been drained of all of its IQ. In fact, these animalistic changes were making the temptations to give into being a dumb bimbo even stronger. In her mouth, her two front teeth began to grow buck and peak through her upper lip. She tried to conceal them as she drank but they grew too large to have any hope of hiding. 
    "Brookie teef tho cute!" Brooke said while licking them with her tongue. 
    Brooke's ears began to move upward while the upper cartilage became more pointed and cup like. This process was painless and it was getting faster and faster in pace. Brooke's ears now poked out the top of her luscious brunette hair and got even longer. The cup like shape was becoming more pronounced and the inner lining of her ears became pink. Before long, full on bunny ears sat on the top of her head. Like a wild animal, Brooke exhibited very twitchy, abrupt movements in her whisker ladened cheeks and large floppy ears. She heard everything more clearly, including a guy across the way commenting on how cute she looked in her "costume". This made Brooke blush before another yelp made Brooke jolt upward in her seat. 
    The changes began to bombard Brooke's lower body once more, making her shift in her seat while the mindless cackles continued. Just above her butt, a small round bulge was pushing outward. Brooke reached behind and relieved the pressure by tugging on the waistband. The culprit was revealed, a pretty bushy white tail shook back and forth with excitement at its freedom. The puffy cottontail wagged back and forth at a very fast pace but it was not the only change to present itself. In her seat, Brooke began to rise up. Just like a rabbit who has very thick thighs and a larger butt in comparison to its body, Brooke's thighs trembled and bloated once more. Each thigh pressed into one another tightly as fat ran rampant in the area. Brooke also was rising out of her seat as each cheek of her rear grew exponentially larger and rounder. Her thighs and butt were now disproportionately larger in comparison to the rest of her body, giving her the look of a human/bunny hybrid completely now. Even though her thighs and butt were already extraordinarily thick, they kept swelling and surging out. The jeans were struggling to surround the bulbous thighs and round backside that was continuously enlarging. Soon, seams could be heard snapping and holes in the skintight jeans began to appear. Luckily, ripped jeans were a style or else it would look very much out of place. The ripping nosies just made Brooke happier and indirectly more horny. She gripped at her thick thighs and shook them around like jelly. She also padded her butt with a satisfied smirk at how gigantic her posterior had grown. Now fully converted into a dumb-as-a-rock bunny babe, she was ready for the chase of her life. 

    "OH YEAH THAT TORTOISE AND STHUFF LOL, WHAT AM I THOING HERE I GOTTA CATCTH THAT THILLY THING!?" Prancing happily from her seat, she gets up with her little cotton ball tail shaking back and forth. That was not the only thing shaking either, the fatty consistency in her perky bubble butt bounced up and down while her cleavage was gyrating with each exaggerated skipping step she took. 
    "Wait up Mr. Tortoise, I need to catcth you or something hehe!". Normally, the preppy and bouncy girl would have no problem catching up to a slow tortoise. However, everytime she got close to it, Brooke would frustratignly huff at the fact the tortoise teleported even further away. Every time Brooke thought she would finally catch the shelled animal, it vanished for a moment and appeared farther away. 
    "I won't sthtop Mr. Turtle!" Brooke said while joyously continuing her pursuit of the leather skinned creature.