Shift Inc., tall expectations

(Woman into giraffe)

Base draft by Wallace113: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wallace113/ 

The evening was taking its hold on the day as, inside a nearby grocery, a clock was ticking away. Closing time was near as the cashier glanced at the time. A small smile adorned their face as they acknowledged that another shift was soon to conclude. For now, however, the teenage girl stared out into the store. Her fading pink highlights mixed into her short black hair flopped slightly as she curiously peered into her lane, trying to find the next customer in the line.

“Next please,” she said, still looking around as she failed to see the person she swore she had seen enter the line earlier.

“Down here” a voice replied, immediately catching the cashier’s attention. They looked downwards, noticing the short blond hair of the woman below.

“Ivy… I didn’t see you down there,” the cashier said, a sheepish smile on her face as she picked up the basket that the small woman was cradling. She began to send its contents across the scanner, more preoccupied with reaching the end of her shift than about how her client felt about her thoughtless comment.

Ivy Corto, on the other hand, just stared up, inwardly grumbling those words that often crossed her mind. “Why am I cursed to be a shortie?” her frustration was growing as the stress of her day job, and life in general, threatened to bubble over.

When Ivy was born, she had been surprisingly tiny. For the first few years of her life, this hadn’t bothered her. If anything, she had even embraced being what her mother would forever baptise her as - “mommy’s little girl”.

However, the years passed and Ivy never got much taller. She stopped at around four feet once she reached nine years old, and that made her an easy target for bullies. Her self-esteem continued to be challenged through her adolescence and even into her adulthood. Until now, in the present, where “mommy’s little girl” had become something of an insult.

“And that’s why I barely talk to them anymore,” Ivy thought, still daydreaming as she heard a voice nearby that snapped her out of her trance.

“Ivy, snap out of it, I’ve bagged up all your stuff” the cashier stated flatly with a small look of annoyance on her face.

“Sorry, sorry, I spaced out” Ivy mumbled, reaching up to grab her bag. “See ya later Monica…”  she said mushily as she left the store.

Monica watched her go, twitching her lips. “That girl worries me…” she thought.

However, as the clock chimed for closing time, those worries faded away into a smile and an arm-stretching yawn. Finally free, the night was hers, to do with as she pleased. As she was replaced by her coworker for the night shift, Monica moved into the back room, taking the chance to check her phone. For the last couple of weeks, the big topic online had been Shift Inc. and its spectacular new marketing campaign with Kim Kardashian.

Shift Inc. remained a divisive subject, both online and globally, but after it was revealed that the changes in the video weren’t CGI… Kim Kardashian, the Kim Kardashian, had turned herself into a zebra for their Savage Africa Line advertisement and then the internet exploded.

Monica was adamant that something didn’t add up. Kim seemed far too vain, too famous, and too rich to just throw away her humanity so callously. Shortly after an audioless video showing the full transformation had been uploaded to Youtube, deleted, and then re-uploaded to PornHub.

It was undeniable that the celebrity had indeed metamorphosed herself into a zebra, but the claim that she had done it of her own accord seemed fishy, no matter how horny she looked as she transformed.

“I have to work this out!” she exclaimed with the unfound confidence of a daring private detective. Putting her phone aside she began to undress out of her work clothes, wondering about the excitingness of this new conspiracy.

A few streets away from the grocery store Ivy was walking down the narrow pavement with her shopping bags in tow. She was feeling rather upset following her encounter with Monica at the grocery store. Her cheeks blushed red with annoyance as she arrived at the bus stop.

The blush made her look even cuter, which she hated.

“You’d think that of all people Monica would know how tall I was by now, but no!” Ivy grunted mentally. “That bird-for-brains! You've known me since high school!”. She shook her head, barely aware of her surroundings… until she thumped into a surface in front of her…

“Sorry little girl, I didn’t see you down there,” the businessman nonchalantly said, glancing at what he perceived as a small girl in a yellow dress. Ivy’s warm brown eyes bored into his skull, shining with anger.

“I’m not a little girl!” she shouted, quickly righting herself as she grabbed her groceries. Her frustration was threatening to bubble, even pop, once more, she could barely contain herself… The last time she had popped that badly the police had had to get involved…

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean…” the man started to reply.

“I’m not…! Hmmmph! Just forget it!” Ivy replied, her frustration fading as apathy took its place.

Right now, she just wanted to get home.

Before the man could react, Ivy had disappeared. He shrugged and returned to his task of motioning for a taxi. The tiny girl quickly vanished from his mind, after all his wife had sent him a message when he was at work, she had bought a Shift Inc. lotion as an anniversary surprise and was waiting for him in bed.

“This is going to be awesome!” he thought, a pervy smile creeping across his face.

It didn’t take long for Ivy to arrive at the bus stop. She placed her bags on one of the empty seats, and leant against the stop's wall. A few other people were waiting but Ivy didn’t pay them any attention. She didn’t have the energy for any more mocking comments.

She put on her wireless headphones and pulled out her phone.

A few taps later she was on Youtube as she grumbled slightly. She clicked on her music playlist to pass the time and also to forget about the world until the bus arrived. But instead what she got was one of those excruciating automatic Youtube ads, it was the Shift Inc. one that she had already seen a million times.

“C’mon! I hate this crap! I just want to listen to some music, goddammit!” she growled internally. But to no avail as corporate whims forced her to fully watch the ad once again. As she did so, she recalled the other videos that had been circulating around the internet, the gossip that Kim Kardashian’s metamorphosis hadn’t been willing, but instead the result of her messing up badly during the filming.

“Seriously… How much of a useless dimwit do you have to be to screw it up like that?” Ivy mumbled, a sneer coming across her face as Kim revealed her expanding buttocks with a smile. She had no sympathy for Kim Kardashian…or Kimmy, as was her new zoo name. “Beasts belong at the zoo.” She chuckled as the black and white striped fur sprouted, engulfing the wet buttocks.

“It wouldn’t happen to me, no sir…”

Nevertheless, despite her feelings on Kim’s stupidity and the dangers of mutating, Ivy couldn’t help but be fascinated by Shift Inc and the products they sold.

“Perhaps… Perhaps, they have something to help with my height condition?” she wondered, looking down as she noticed her dainty little Mary Jane shoes.

They were still in a child's size…

The familiar noise of the bus pulling up made her look up from her phone. Her free hand was about to put the phone back in her pocket, like every other day, but she didn’t… Shift Inc. was coming to the forefront of her mind…and whether they could help her.

Maybe it was the answer she had been looking for all along.

Damn the risk.

Her curiosity won out as she looked back at her phone’s screen.

“Any nearby pharmacies still open?” her fingers quickly typing into Google. There was in fact one, still open… and with Shift Inc. in stock.

“Should I?” Ivy thought, noticing the bus getting closer. It was quite the inner turmoil… risk it all or go back home… and accept that she was just a shortie…

Her mom, Monica, random assholes…

Her clenched lips drew a smile.

“I won’t lose anything by asking…!” she said, picking up her shopping bags.

When the bus did finally arrive the short woman had left… forgetting the grocery bag sitting on the seat…

Feeling like her feet were lighter, Ivy walked away from the bus stop, heading towards that fateful pharmacy, hopeful that this choice would have a great impact on her future.

The pharmacy was indeed nearby, so despite her short legs, she was able to get there with time to spare. The automatic doors opened for her, and Ivy looked around curiously, feeling rather tired after her short run. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized someone else inside.

“Oh, craptastic!” thought Ivy.

By sheer coincidence, Melanie was in the pharmacy.

Her best friend in the whole world… Ivy really, really didn’t want to have to deal with Melanie’s overprotectiveness tendencies at the moment at all. The pharmacy wasn’t going anywhere, she could come back tomorrow.

Ivy tried to sneak away as best as she could, but…

“Ivy? Hey, Ivy! Hello! What are you doing here?!” Melanie shouted, waving her hand

“Damn it” Ivy sighed internally as she turned around.

To put it bluntly: Ivy envied Melanie. From her seven-foot height to her long, glossy brown hair and her perfect figure. Melanie even had a vibrant and flourishing modelling gig, Ivy’s dream job.

Standing in her light blue heels, she towered over Ivy.

“What wouldn’t I give to be in those shoes…” groaned Ivy mentally.

Once long ago, when they were children, in what now seemed a distant summer memory, she had been the tall one, the one that had to protect Melanie from the mean kids… but as the years passed by it became apparent that Melanie would never stop growing… and that only made her feel smaller…

Melanie for her part had always been too free-spirited to consider her size and her seemingly patronising attitude was just a constant reminder of what Ivy wanted most.

“Hey, Ivy! Are you listening? It’s me, Melanie, your best bestie! I was buying some protein shakes! Is something wrong? You look awful!” Melanie inquired, leaning down to Ivy’s level. “Did you catch a cold? Are you fine?”

“I’ve, hey, I… No, I’m fine,” Ivy babbled, avoiding her friend’s eyes.

Melaine frowned.

“You don’t sound fine to me,” her gaze narrowed.

Ivy hated it when Melanie talked down to her as if she was her parent.

“I had a rough day…” she answered, deliberately avoiding any further explanation.

“I see, I see,” Melanie nodded, straightening up. “So… What are you doing in the pharmacy?”

Ivy began to get nervous, staring at anything but her friend, but that didn’t dissuade Melaine’s inquisitive stare.

The short woman sighed, exhausted, and shrugged.

“I’ve just decided… After giving it some thoughtful consideration, to take a look… and, uh, ask if there’s any Shift Inc. product that could maybe help me… You know… Gain a few inches…” she slowly confessed with a feeling of resignation, carefully choosing her words in the hopes of not causing a fuss.

The increase of worry in Melanie’s expression indicated that she had failed.

“Oh, oh… but… Have you really thought about it properly?” Melanie asked, crossing her arms as her mom would. “That stuff is no joke, Ivy! There are all those videos of people… transforming… It's freaky! Monica told me that…!”

Ivy stopped her friend on the spot.

“Monica believes there are aliens in Area 51!”

“She’s shown me very good evidence of what they hide at the hangar and…!” Melanie stopped, and breathed deeply, raising her hand as if surrendering. “That’s another topic, look, I just… I just think you should at least sleep on it before doing something you might regret.”

“I’ve been sleeping on it for years! Perhaps if your head wasn't in the clouds all the time you would have noticed!” shouted Ivy, going red. “Do you even want me to be happy?” she asked in a bitter and resentful tone.

“Of course I do!” Melanie responded, her tone was soft as she tried to de-escalate the situation. “I just think you should…”

“I am an adult, Melanie, even if you and everybody else thinks otherwise! I can make my own decisions, and take my own risks. I don’t need your permission! You… You are just jealous in case I become taller than you!” Ivy replied, spitting the festering envy in her heart in Melanie’s face.

Melanie opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say.

“That’s not…” she babbled. “You can’t be serious…”

“Well, I am!”

The pair stared at each other, one with a look of anger, the other with confusion. A suffocating silence surrounded them, only broken when a third voice intervened.

“How can I help you?” a pharmacist asked - she was wearing pink glasses and her name tag said Rachel - from behind the counter, clearly agitated by the scene that the two friends were making in her workplace.

Melanie looked at the pharmacist, then at Ivy’s upset face… admitting defeat she took a step back, giving a free pass to her friend. Ivy was surprised by that gesture, it made the regret nibble her brain, but she had come to the pharmacy for a reason and wasn’t going to be dissuaded.

“Hi, hello,” the short woman said, putting her hands on the counter. “I… Uhhh… Well, you see, it may sound silly, but I was wondering if you would have any… anything… that could perhaps help me… get a bit taller…?”

Ivy felt quite dumb even asking that, it just sounded childish and she would bet that Melanie was staring at her from behind, which only made it worst. Her inner turmoil, the doubts and conflicted feelings were like a washing machine running at full speed in her stomach.

The pharmacist for her part wasn't surprised in the slightest by the request.

“So you are looking for Shift Inc. products?”

“Yes!” answered Ivy, maybe too quickly and enthusiastically. Ashamed she glared back at Melanie, Melanie pretended, very poorly, to not be paying attention. “Yes,” she continued, clearing her throat. “I think? I don’t know. Do they have anything for my… particular height issue?”

“Hmmm… I think we may have something that’ll fit.”

The hope made Ivy smile sillily.

“Really?”

“Indeed, but, as I’m sure you already know, miss, Shift Inc. isn’t like a simple aspirin. They are a line of highly specialised products whose goal is to fulfil every woman’s needs,” she spoke as if she was being paid, which she was. “Before we can prescribe you anything there's a procedure that begins with a quick blood test to determine the dosage, do you understand?”

The short woman nodded eagerly.

“Understood!”

“Good, then, if you are still interested, please follow me into the back room.”

Ivy followed the pharmacist with springs in her feet. Melanie watched them disappear behind a door behind the counter. She shook her head, picked up the protein shakes she had come to buy, and paid for them at the cash register, where she was served by another pharmacist.

With everything paid for and her shakes in a plastic bag she left the pharmacy… and stopped outside, leaning against the shop windows glass behind which, among other things, there was a large cutout with the Shift Inc. logo.

“Sigh…” she gasped. “Ivy, you are such an idiot…”

In the backroom, Ivy was seated on a couch while the pharmacist loaded her blood sample, taken by a thumb-pinching device, into a database on a computer.

“So, what product would work the best for my… predicament?”

“You may have heard of the new Savage Africa Line?“ the pharmacist said while she picked up a nearby clipboard.

“The Kardashian stuff?”

“Exactly! It might sound too convenient, and perhaps a little silly, but in that line, there’s a pill treatment for muscle elasticity  based on giraffe hormones that have shown to increase the height of their users during the medical tests.”

The pharmacist gave a pamphlet to Ivy, it was a sizable list of Savage Africa products and the wild beasts that they were based on.

“Giraffe hormones…” mumbled Ivy, touching her fingertip to the picture of a giraffe that embellished the pamphlet. “Well, as long as it works…” she frowned. “Woah! Wait, this stuff is surprisingly reasonably priced!”

“Shift Inc. hormones are products for all women,” the pharmacist said with a smile. “Now that your test is up on their servers we can calibrate your exact dosage, but first you need to sign up for Takerace Insurance.” She gave Ivy the clipboard and a pen. “If you’re not already, you should be aware of the risks implicit in using this kind of hormonal treatment. Data shows that the prospect of an undesired mutation is less than 5% and most of those are caused by misuse of the treatments. Remember to only take the medication as prescribed, only the specified dose, and not to consume alcohol or other drugs… The usual precautions. Still, even in the rare worst-case scenario you have nothing to worry about, without any additional cost to you, Shift Inc. and their Takecare Insurance will take care of you as…” she stopped a moment. “In this case, as a giraffe.”

Ivy eyed the form, it was transparently clear, with details such as animal control or to which zoo she would most probably be sent in the worst case… The case where she became a giraffe for the rest of her life… Kim Kardashian’s furry zebra ass flashed through her mind, but she shook her head and quickly filled out the details, including the payment method, and stamped her agreement to the insurance without reading any further.

“It's good to know, but I haven’t any intention of joining the zoo business!” she said cheerfully, handing back the clipboard.

“Of course, but it is a necessary precaution. To finish the process I’m also obliged to ask you this rather blunt question: Do you fully understand the risks involved in using these hormones and that in this case, the risk may imply you becoming a giraffe?”

“Yeah,” nodded Ivy.

The pharmacist shook her head.

“No, you need to repeat it: Do you understand you may become a giraffe?”

The doubt returned to Ivy’s heart, she took a moment to think about the awful day she had been having and the many like this she had suffered before…

“Yes, I do,” she answered slowly. “I understand. I understand there’s a risk I may become a giraffe.”

She sounded solemn.

The pharmacist offered her a handshake that Ivy also accepted.

“Fantastic, then that’s all we need then! I'll send these forms off to Shift Inc. and you will receive your prescription in a few business days,” she explained to Ivy.

“That’s all?” asked the short girl.

“Yes, you can leave now, we will handle the rest.”

Ivy stood up and looked at Rachel.

“Thank you for this… It really means a lot to me…”

“No need for that Miss, it’s our job. Just make sure you use the pill properly and enjoy the experience!”

They nodded at each other and, waving goodbye, Ivy left the back room.

Shortly after that, Ivy walked out of the pharmacy altogether, she wasn’t entirely surprised when she found Melanie still sitting down outside, waiting for her.

Melanie got up, but Ivy spoke first.

“I’m sorry for earlier…” she muttered, looking down at the floor. “I’ve…I’ve had a long day and I…I just can’t take it anymore. I know that’s no excuse but… It's hard for me… being a dumb shortie…”

“You’re forgiven for being dumb!” Melanie replied, her warm smile brightened up Ivy’s mood. “As long as you forgive me for the same thing!” they both chuckled, Melanie leaned forward, noticing that her friend wasn’t carrying anything. “Did you actually buy that stuff?”

“Yup, they will send it by mail. Gi… G-Giraffe hormones.”

“Giraffe hormones? For real?”

“I need them…!”

“Then there’s nothing else to say!” Melanie quickly assured her. “Just be careful with it, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry, I’m not some idiot celeb, I know what I’m doing.”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear! Do you wanna ride back home?”

“That would actually be pretty neat.”

Melanie’s blue sedan was parked nearby. They got in and soon after joined the city's traffic, driving down the street. Melanie put the radio on, Ivy looked into the night sky through the passenger window, she was rather fatigued after everything.

With that mix of excitement and hesitation, she wondered about her last purchase.

Giraffe pills.

Could Shift Inc. really be the solution to her problems? Were her problems truly problems at all? Perhaps Melanie was right, perhaps it was a terrible idea…

The worst case…

At least if she still had any doubts she could always get rid of the pills once they arrived.

“I guess I need to sleep on it after all…” she whispered… and then shouted. “Shit I forgot my groceries at the bus stop!”

A few days later, Ivy was lying down on her living room’s sofa, hugging one of the big soft cushions, tired of her shortie existence. That terrible day when she had bought her hormones resulted in a long, long week of similar unpleasantness.

She was very done with everything… when the doorbell rang and she rose up like a spring.

“It must be it!” she shouted, rushing to the door. “I’m home! I’m home!”

The mailman was waiting for her on the other side of the door, holding a package.

“Good morning,” the man uttered in a dull tone. “Ivy Corto…correct?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Ivy replied with an excited giggle.

The mailman nodded with a deadpan expression, offering a paper and a pen to the woman.

“Sign on the line,” he told her, tapping with the pen.

Ivy complied, her heart bouncing like a little girl. A wide smile on her face as she was handed the package.

It had finally arrived.

The bored mailman left after babbling something unintelligible. Ivy closed the door and quickly opened the cardboard, inside the package she found a small pill bottle with the Shift Inc. logo and some brochures.

She squeaked in delight, her long wait was over. It had finally arrived.

Ivy gave the bottle a close inspection. It was labelled Giraffe elasticity pills and embellished with the drawing of a happy giraffe doing a yoga pose. The instructions were printed on the back.

“One per day every morning or evening,” Ivy mumbled, reading them aloud. “Do not change the time of dosage, take them within one hour in anticipation of heavy exercise, don’t mix with other substances under any circumstances, not recommended for pregnant people… in case of metamorphosis, please call Takecare Insurance if possible…”

The woman felt the chill of uncertainty crawling up her spine once more.

The tiny plastic bottle felt heavy in her hand.

Her Mary Jane shoes were near the door… children's size shoes…

Ivy frowned, breathed deeply, and cleared her mind.

“Less than 5% of cases end in metamorphosis,” she repeated like a mantra. “I know what I bought,” she stared directly at the yoga giraffe. “I’m not a giraffe… but this is the end of Ivy the shortie!”

With that firm declaration, she opened the bottle and put the first of the bluish pills into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, held her breath… and swallowed…

After a couple of minutes… she gasped aloud as she stopped holding her breath.

Ivy didn’t feel any different, perhaps slightly hot. She rubbed her head and chuckled.

“You idiot,” she said. “It’s not magic, you weren’t going to puff and transform!” The woman closed the bottle and put it back in the package, picking everything up and walking back to the living room. “I need to read the prescription better…” she rubbed her panties, then inside them. “And…” her belly grumbled. “Have some breakfast…!”

Shortly afterwards Ivy was back lying on the sofa, munching some toast… while masturbating furiously...

The alarm on her phone buzzed. Ivy had to put quite some effort into waking up. She shut off the alarm with a slap, growling and grunting as she fought in vain against her own consciousness.

“What time is it…?” Ivy yawned as she sat up on the sofa, she was pantiless, her shirt felt tight and her muscles ached, she scratched her head. “Did I spend all of yesterday masturbating?” she wondered, looking at the phone’s screen. “Crap baskets… I need a shower… Melanie must be on her way to pick me up for work…

Ivy stretched her arms, causing a small rip in the back of the shirt. She didn’t notice that her feet didn’t have any trouble reaching the floor from the sofa now.

Stripping down she dragged herself to the bathroom, after a fast shower she proceeded to brush her teeth just like any other morning and then, thanks to the waking effects of the warm water, finally became aware of the fact.

The toothbrush dropped from her mouth and clinked into the sink.

“Holy fuck…!” her mouth opened in a perfect o. “I’ve…! Did…?! Grown!”

For anybody else, it would have been hard to spot, but for her, after a lifelong obsession, it was unmissable.

She had grown a whole inch overnight.

Joy overcame the shock, her mouth widening into a smile so large it would have made the Cheshire cat jealous.

“They work…! They work!” she cried gleefully, jumping around the bathroom.

Her voice was joyous as she quickly dashed back to the living room. She found the bottle of pills and took another one.

“One a day every morning!” she reminded herself after gulping it down. “Have to sustain the growth!”

A car was pulling up nearby.

“Melanie is here already?!”

She rushed to her bedroom and got into her usual attire, by the time Melanie sounded her horn she was already heading towards the door while tying up her pigtails, wondering excitedly what her friend was going to say about her growth spurt.

Ivy walked out of her house as if she was about to show herself to the jury in a beauty contest. Confidence oozed from every pore as she climbed inside the sedan.

She sat up very straight and with her nose pointing upwards, waiting for Melanie’s reaction.

“Sup Ivy, ready for work?” an oblivious Melanie greeted her.

Ivy raised her nose more and cleared her throat, attracting her friend's attention, Melanie frowned, confused.

“You… You okay?” was her next question.

That began to piss Ivy off.

“You haven’t noticed it?” she asked.

“Noticed what?”

“The pills arrived yesterday! I began the treatment and I’ve already grown!”

“You have?”

“Yes, a whole inch! Don’t you see that my head is closer to your dumb face now?”

Melanie squinted her eyes, staring closer at Ivy. She honestly didn’t notice much difference but chose to approach the matter with finesse and some theatrics.

“Ivy…!” she gasped slowly. “You’ve grown!”

Ivy’s confidence was restored instantly as she nodded eagerly.

“Yup! A whole inch!” she repeated.

Melanie started the car and began to drive down the street. Despite not noticing much, if any, physical difference Melanie couldn’t deny the difference in mood and boost to her morale that Ivy's attitude had received. Perhaps Monica was wrong, it wouldn’t have been the first time, perhaps this was for the best.

She smiled softly, happy for her friend.

In the passenger seat, Ivy’s bliss began to fade as her dangerous lack of self-esteem dragged her back down to noticing that even despite her extra inch Melanie was still way taller than her, looking down, her shoes were still in a child’s size.

The pressure in her chest, that sensation that she was about to shrink and disappear without anybody noticing, made her breath heavily. Plus, the last dose of giraffe began to take effect and her pussy heated up inside the skirt, sucking up her panties and making her blush.

Ivy fell pulled in two directions.

She shook her head with conviction, all she needed to do was continue the treatment and she would keep growing and growing until Melanie was the shortie.

That was the solution.

Become as tall as a giraffe…

“Can I come over tonight?” Melanie asked, snapping Ivy out of her train of thought.

“Uh?” Ivy replied with her cheeks painted a vivid red. “Come over where?”

“To your home, silly? We have to celebrate that extra inch!”

Ivy broke out of her daze, and she hoped Melanie hadn’t noticed her hard nipples.

“Lovely!” she said. “A lovely idea, yeah, sure, you can come, we’ll have a party!”

“Then it’s a deal! A tall girls' party night!”

“E-Exactly!”

They chuckled together.

Ivy really did feel like celebrating, perhaps in a lewder way than anything Melanie was planning, but if not, a relaxing night with her best friend sounded like heaven after so much stress.

The car drove away into the city…

The day went by in a blur… a horny blur…

Ivy was back at home, sitting on her sofa, rubbing her crotch. Exhausted, but content, Melanie was going to come over soon and their little celebration was absolutely certain to be amazing. She had started without her - on the coffee table stood the dusty bottle of champagne, a housewarming gift from her parents, standing open, in her hand was a half-empty cup. It was the second she had drunk, she didn’t have any fancy glasses… and she had never been very good at handling her booze.

She finished what was left in the cup, gasped, and let out a small burp that made her giggle. The short woman pressed the camel toe in her yellow panties.

“I should probably take tonight’s dose before Melanie arrives!”

If she had been luckier, that lazy dizzy thought might have come and gone, but to her disgrace, she had left the Shift Inc. pill bottle sitting on the coffee table.

“One every morning and evening!” she proclaimed, triumphantly wrong as she swallowed the fatal pill with a third cup of champagne.

Just as with any other case of hormonal overdose, the effects were almost instant even if she wasn’t aware of what was going on immediately. Her pupils dilated and her libido went nuclear.

Barely conscious she slid down in her seat, one hand reaching for her crotch, rubbing and pressing.

“Hmmm…!” she went lower. “Tall… I wanna be tallllll…” she mumbled.

A savannah wildfire burning inside her heart.

Ivy eyed the giraffe on the pill bottle’s label. She imagined the giraffe… standing majestically in the yellow grass… she gasped, her imagination escalated… the long cock inside of her.

Her panties moistened.

Her arousal was out of control, she wanted…she wanted…

The sudden sound of the ring of the doorbell broke her daydreaming, but not the growing heat in her groin. Her belly grumbled, she scratched her head, her mind foggy.

“What… What just…?”

The doorbell sounded again.

With a considerable amount of effort, she got up and stumbled on trembling legs over to the door. All the while her clit seemed to be twisting itself into a knot. When she opened the door, leaning against it so as not to fall, she found a cheerful Melanie on the other side.

“It's a girl's night!” Melanie enthusiastically proclaimed as she walked in.

Ivy nodded, closing the door, struggling to stand up, a pain in her stomach as it transitioned from the singular to the plural, developing four chambers… like the one a giraffe would have…

“Your house is always so clean!” Melanie giggled, but her smile didn’t last long, the bag with snacks and drinks she had brought dropped from her hand when she looked back at Ivy and saw her friend grabbing her growling belly with an expression of distress. “Ivy? You look… E-Everything alright?”

They stared at each other, both with similar concern in their eyes. Ivy was sweaty and red, she gulped before mumbling.

“I… feel… g-gg… strange…!"

That was all she managed to say before falling down onto her knees and hands. Melanie put her hands across her chest, recoiling.

“Ivy…! This isn’t funny, you’re scaring me!”

Ivy looked up at her, eyes wide open, teeth clenched. She tried to hold her breath but it didn’t last long.

“MeEelanieeeEEEHHHHHHHH!” her scream was stretched at the same rate as her neck.

Cracking and snapping the short girls’ neck quickly thickened and elongated, pushing forward, leaving her chest behind. Ivy was left as a bizarre inhuman sight with an absurdly long neck. Melanie, almost pushed by Ivy’s head, stumbled into the couch and dropped on top of it. From that position, she kept looking directly at her mutating friend.

Ivy’s hands began to change next, the fingers pressed themselves together, nails thickening and darkening as the keratin spread upwards. Dexterity faded from them as a new pair of hooves replaced her hands.

“Ivy! Ivy what’s happening?!” Melanie cried, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

A tingle climbed over Ivy's skin, from the tips of her toes to the tips of her ears yellowish fur with brown spots of different sizes and shapes grew all over her body, spreading without constraint.

“This is… You’re metamorphosing!” Melanie shouted, as soon as the realisation hit her, she walked around the growing bulk of her changing friend, frantically looking for something.

“Melanie? Don’t leave Meooooooooo!” Ivy cried, tears came from her swelling eyes, her stretching ears shook because the cry was not a cry but a bellow.

Ivy cringed in pain as a pair of tubular furry ossicones, a distinct marker of the species she was becoming, pushed their way out to crown her forehead. She continued begging for Melanie’s help, or at the very least her company, sounding more and more like an adult female giraffe.

Fortunately, Melanie quickly returned. She was holding something in her hand and her expression looked disappointed.

“Ivy? You drank this with the pills?” she asked. There was no malice in her voice, no anger, just Melanie being blunt and sticking to the point. Ivy managed to look up enough to see what Melanie was trying to show her.

It was a bottle of champagne.

“Ishhhh… Yuuuuuuuuush!” Ivy bellowed, immediate regret coming over her as Melanie could only nod in response.

“Yes… I’m afraid so…” Melanie simply replied. Next she held up the container that the accursed pills had come in as she quickly examined the side.”Okay, calm down…” mumbled the not-mutating woman, having found the insurance number on the side. Deep down she knew she couldn’t help Ivy at all, but even deep inside she wished she was wrong.

Melanie rang the insurance number, holding the phone to her ear as Ivy felt another change coming over her. She felt discomfort in her rear, feeling something pushing. It was as if something was trying to force its way out of her body as Ivy cringed in pain. Soon, however, she could no longer hold it in as she bellowed once more.

“Out, out, ooooooooooout!” hollowed Ivy, feeling immediate relief as her new tail burst out of her rear. It came out with such force that it tore a hole in her underwear. The new extension flopping around aimlessly, basking in its newfound freedom, ripping more the panties and exposing the darkened butthole and pussy beneath. Moments later, it calmed down as Ivy found that she was able to control the foreign limb with her mind.

“Huurooooyyooy!” Ivy bellowed towards Melanie.

Melanie held her hand up, as if she was trying to appease a wild beast, while she focused her attention back on her phone.

“Hello Shift Inc support speaking, how may I help you?” said the person on the other end of the line, Melanie scrambling for a moment as Ivy continued to transform in front of her, growing larger by the second as she continued grunting and moaning.

“Hello, sorry…” Melanie began moving away from Ivy as she realised how massive her friend was becoming. She could only imagine the sense of vertigo that Ivy was feeling as she bulked up, her proportions becoming truly animalistic as her clothes ripped apart. Her feet brutally crunched together, her toes sticking together like glue as her feet were quickly swapped for a pair of back hooves just like her hands had been.

From the neck down, Ivy was now more giraffe than woman. Melanie could only look on in awe as her friend’s boobs migrated down, sliding over the deformed torso to place themselves in the crotch and fuse and swell into a four teat udder.

“NUUUUUUUH! NOOOOOOOO! UUUUUUUUUG! GUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!”

Ivy seemed to be crashing into everything, now too tall to navigate through her own home.

“Miss… are you still there?” asked the operator, finally regaining Melanie’s attention. “This is a paid phone-line.”

“Yes, yes, sorry. My name's Melanie Haute, and… I’ve got to report an incident as a result of misuse of one of your products,” Melanie explained her tone as firmly as possible given the circumstances.

“Ok, can you please elaborate?” asked the operator. “Are you metamorphosing, miss?

“No, it’s my friend, Ivy Corto, she’s been using your products and now she’s… she’s turning into a giraffe,” Melanie replied, somehow still maintaining her composure.

“MEMEMELNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! THE FFFFFUKKK FUUUR! MALENIIIIIIIII! IT ITCHEEEEEEEEES!”

Ivy was sitting over her bulged rear, squeezed in the entrance hallway. Her limbs stretched to match the rest of her body, long, lanky and thin, surrounding Melanie.

“Ivy Corto… Corto, yes, here she is, she's in our database. Did she use the product as stipulated?” the operator asked without flinch for the background noises of transformations.

“No…I don’t think she did…” Melanie admitted. “She… must have accidentally taken the pills with champagne…”

“Understood, sorry ma’am, but, as you sure know, Miss Corto will be a giraffe from now on,” the operator replied, shifting to a rather sympathetic voice.” The side effects of our products are irreversible,” the operator continued. “But no worry,  the Takecare Insurance will cover your friend's necessities.”

“Meaning…?” Melanie asked, her composure now beginning to break.

“It means that Ivy will become be part of the Mission Replenish Zoo program as per the agreement she signed, she chose it herself instead of a wildlife reservation,” explained the operator while reading Ivy’s info. “We’ll organise animal control for transport, we just need your consent on Ivy’s behalf, because as of right now… I doubt Miss Corto is in a position to give it.” they concluded.

Melanie took a look at Ivy, her friend. She noticed the changing giraffe was having extreme difficulty standing up, let alone walking, her head constantly hitting the ceiling. She squeezed the phone, knowing what she needed to do, but before she mouthed ‘sorry’ to her friend.

“I… I consent on behalf of Ivy to put transportation in place,” she agreed.

“Perfect, they will be there soon,” said the operator.

“Thank you for your help…”

“My pleasure and… sorry about your ordeal,” the operator finished with as they hung up. “Help is in the way, just try to stay calm, both of you, is not as bad as it seems. Trust me, I know.” the line turned off.

Melanie put the phone down.

Ivy, through her changing ears, heard every word as she bellowed in protest.

“What choice did I have, Ivy?!” Melanie shouted, the difficulty of their situation beginning to overwhelm her.

“I dooooon’t knnoooooow…how abouooooot anything elseoooooo?” Ivy bellowed, feeling a tingling coming up her face. It felt ticklish, unusual. It was as if her bellow had caused her changes to speed up.

Ivy could feel the rest of the changes travelling over her face. She felt her ears begin to stretch out, becoming curved and wide as many new sounds became familiar to her. Her blond hair began to drop out of her head, a new brown mane taking its place, sprouting down her long neck. However, the finishing touch was her face beginning to push out. As Ivy’s muzzle formed, her teeth began to change, becoming more suitable for the herbivore that she now was.

“MEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”

With a final unintelligible bellow muzzle finished stretching as Ivy’s transformation completed itself. It was over, all Ivy had been replaced by a common giraffe. One that was having difficulty moving in the cramped house that once she thought too big.

“Sorry Ivy but… it’s just… the fact, look at yourself… you simply cannot stay here,” Melanie said bluntly, crossing her arms in irritation. “You are a freaking giraffe for fuck sake!”

Ivy glared angry at her friend but, after a moment, backed down. Finally the talests of the two she bent her head down, trying to get Melanie’s poking her with her muzzle.

Melanie turned around, she was still upset at her friend, but…

“You are a freaking giraffe…” she repeated with cracked words.

Melanie began to stroke Ivy’s muzzle. It soothed the giraffe and calmed her irritation as both of them resigned themselves to their new fates.

Two weeks have passed…

Two rough weeks since Ivy’s transformation but fortunately, as the operator assured, things had turned out relatively well.

It didn’t take that long for animal control to arrive, also the firemen, they needed to cut a hole in the entrance to help the giraffe out into the transport to the zoo. Ivy tried to look at Melanie once last time, only to see Melanie turn away, disappearing in the crowd of curious neighbours. Ivy feared that she had lost her best friend… on top of her humanity…

Ivy hadn’t seen Melanie since that night, but she still hoped everyday her friend would come to visit.

Regardless of Ivy’s personal feelings, she had been relocated to a nearby zoo which had been rather eager to take her in. While Ivy had been subjected to many professionally degrading medical checks upon her arrival, most of the zookeepers were somewhat sympathetic to her plight.

She recalled her parents' visits the previous week. It surprised, and kinda annoyed, her just how little they were bothered by her transformation, but they had always been a couple of hippies at heart. After reinforcing how much they ultimately loved her, no matter what she was, they did have a few words which had proven to be food for thought.

“You always did want to be taller honey," her mother had said with a kind smile. “And now there’s few things taller than you!”

This had caused Ivy to realise that despite everything that had happened, she had, in fact, gotten what she had wished for. She was easily the tallest of all the zoo beasts around, even just within the savannah enclosure, it gave her an odd sense of… perhaps pride.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching, someone who had been annoying Ivy since day one.

“Here we go again…” Ivy thought bitterly as she eyed the zookeeper. Her name was Francine and her no-nonsense attitude rubbed the giraffe the wrong way.

Although, it wasn’t like Ivy had much of a choice but to put up with her.

“Morning, long-neck!!” shouted Francine, making the most of her ex-military background as she noticed Ivy staring at her with a glum expression. “Now don’t give me that face!” Francine continued, her booming voice echoing across the enclosure. “You could’ve chosen to avoid this if only you had been more careful. This is the natural consequence of your decisions and mistakes,” Francine stated, eyeing the annoyed expression of the newcomer giraffe.

Since their first interactions, Ivy made clear with her body language that she didn’t like a bit to be reminded of how she got into this predicament, yet Francine made sure to nail down that fact as often as she could.

“You metamorphosed? Big deal! That’s no reason to be mushy! You were a girl, now you are a giraffe, so what? See that big rhino over there? She’s a mother of three and used to be a bus driver, transformed at work, it was all over the news!” Francine boomed, pointing towards the large rhino for emphasis. “Now she’s willing to join the breeding program to help the nose-horn population!”

The rhino, while clearly slightly ashamed, gave an empathetic glare to the giraffe.

Ivy rolled her eyes, seriously missing the ability to speak and considered putting her spit skill in practice.

“And that Gazelle?” continued Francine, pointing towards the gazelle which froze in embarrassment. “A former athlete trying to stay on top. Resorting to using Shift Inc products to make it happen, hmph, at least she won the race in which she transformed!” Francine finished as she stared directly at Ivy.

“My point is… you’re not all that special, but you’re also not alone,” explained the zookeeper, her expression softening for a moment. “Everybody makes mistakes. You’re not the first person to misuse Shift Inc. products, you can bet you won’t be the last, but we’ll always be here to keep giving folks in your situation a place to call home and feel safe. You make a dumb and will never be human again, so what else can you ask for?” Francine finished, her expression narrowing once more as she finished her little pep talk.

“Listen everybody, today we have a tour group of school children coming in shortly, you all know the drill,” said Francine, going through the daily itinerary. “I expect you to be on your best behaviour, especially you, long-neck. It’s your first day in public and it’s okay to be nervous, but I don’t want any wacky shenanigans,” the zookeeper smirked. “Miel.” Francine stopped for a moment as Ivy bellowed out in protest. “You didn’t want to pick a stage name, so your mother had to choose one for you, you are welcome to come up with another one if you don’t like it!”

Francine stared at Mie’ for a moment longer, waiting to see if she had anything left to say. “Ok, now I need to go and check on the others,” she said, turning away from the giraffe. “We have a lot of ex-humans around, just remember, behave properly or I will shoot a tranq in your butt before you can grunt!” she said sternly as she finally left towards another area.

Peace didn’t last long, the school trip of noisy children arrived shortly at the giraffe enclosure, herded by a couple of teachers.

“He, me being the centre of attention…” thought Ivy. “After all, no one ever used to notice Ivy but now it’s impossible to miss Miel… Goddammit, mom!” she shook her ears and decided to lower her head to at least entertain the children.

As Miel began to lose herself in the joyous cheering of the enthusiastic kid, she was quickly taken out of the moment as a teacher came forward. She glanced at the nearby plaque which had a more or less detailed explanation and even a picture of Miel’s former humanity.

“This is outrageous! How can they allow freaks like this in public?!” shouted the teacher. “You are not a giraffe!”

The teacher stared disapprovingly at the giraffe, Miel tried to play dumb for a brief moment before outright ignoring them.

“As if I didn't have enough pains in my ass already…” mentally grumbled Ivy.

“Chill out Doris, the girl is already a giraffe for life, what else do you want to happen to her?” said another teacher.

Miel move away from the argument the two teachers started, walking gracefully to the enjoyment of the students.

“Welp, I wanted to be the main attraction and now I am…! Even if I am a damn giraffe!” thought Ivy, truly enjoying the attention she was receiving from the children.

Perhaps…she could grow to like this new situation… In fact, there was only one thing she missed… apart from talking and clothes…

Eventually the children began to leave, heading towards another enclosure and Miel was left all alone. But not totally alone… Ivy noticed that there was still one person standing in front of her enclosure. A person she knew all too well. As Ivy recognized Melanie, she just wished giraffes didn’t look so awkward when trying to smile.

Joy threatened to overwhelm her now gargantuan body.

“Hey there Ivy,” said Melanie, a wide smile across her face as she leaned on the fence. “You are the start of the show now, uh?

Ivy elegantly bowed her neck down, allowing Melanie access to pet her muzzle.

Miel the giraffe was now truly happy and that made all worth it.