Marketing Success: Stripped to stripes (Monthly tale - 9) X

(The awesome piece of art comes by the hand of BunnieMaster, which made the morph, and Posyomismo, which made the Shift Inc. logo and the extra stuff.

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(Woman into zebra)*

Pop!

The champagne bottle was loud, the foam slid down the cold crystal surface, making Kim giggle when it reached her fingers.

Holding the bottle with one hand she sucked the moisture off her fingers.

She was sitting in a big chair in front of the dressing table in her private dressing room.

Kim was completely naked beneath the fuzzy white bath robe, her long shaved legs crossed, her shaved crotch peeking out between them.

Looking directly at herself in the mirror she slowly pulled her fingers out of her mouth, sliding them past her juicy lips until she reached the tips of their long nails.

She giggled again, her make-up was perfect, her dark hair tied into a tall bun, a pearl necklace around her neck and an exorbitant check already in her bank account.

The woman grabbed the glass that was waiting on the table and filled it with champagne, signing that contract with Shift Inc. had been the third best deal of her life.

They had paid her more than generously and had given her a lot of goodies, she was going to be the face and body of the marketing campaign for their new line of products: The Savage Africa Line.

Kim, as many wealthy women, was already more than familiar with Shift Inc. and their absolutely amazing cosmetics and health care items, good not just for the body, but for fun and intense pleasure, she had to admit that a bit of her fantastic butt’s roundness came from donkey hormones... and that some of her most fun nights of the last few months had also been thanks to them.

She took a slurp of champagne and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of one of the magazines lying around on the table.

Her face was on the front cover, but it wasn’t exactly surrounded by nice things.

The usual accusation of her being a dumb bimbo sell-out good for nothing.

Kim rolled her eyes, she raised her leg, the plump lips of her pussy appeared in the mirror for a brief moment as she put her feet on the table and pushed the magazines until they fell into the trash can.

She smirked, content, lowering her leg, those rats could preach as much as they wanted, they were just envious that she could earn more money showing her ass for two minutes than they could in two years.

They would all see who was the dumb one after this ad was filmed, the entire world was going to know once and for all the real beast that was Kim Kardashian.

Content with herself she took another slurp and her eyes moved to the large basket of Shift Inc. products resting on the other side of the table, just another of the many gifts from her benefactors.

Her smirk widened.

Her fingers moved inside the bag.

Blindly they moved between the boxes and the flasks... the memory of an elephant... the speed of a gazelle... the strength of a lioness... the attributes of the beasts of the wild compressed into easy to use pills, lotions, milks and other things...

Kim’s hand wasn't looking for any one in particular, they just wanted the other perk they all provided... the increase of sexual libido and pleasure... so they pulled out the first box they touched.

Without reading what they were, for what propose or from which beast, she just opened the box, took a pill and put it into her glass of champagne.

She raised the glass, putting it in front of her face, chuckling as the pill dissolved, becoming one with the bubbles.

Then she drank it in a single gulp... the cold glass still at her lips as her eyes jumped...

“Oh, fuck...!” she coughed, one hand on her naked throat. “Oh, fuck...” her voice lowering into a moan, the glass slipping from her fingers. “This... this...” her nipples already hard. “This is even better! Shit, they are going to make millions!”

Kim raised her leg again, this time putting it across the arm of the chair, leaning back against the seat as she untied her robe, shaking with lust to reach her crotch.

She was already soaked before slamming all ten of her fingers inside her vagina.

The chair rocked as she began to rub her sex.

“Hmmm... yes, yes...!”

Kim imagined herself as the beautiful and successful woman she was... the men kneeling at her feet... the flashes of the cameras... the shine of her smile...

So perfect... as the pleasure nailing each vertebrae of her spine... as the overwhelming sensation of the hormones spreading into each lustful inch of her moist skin... as the wild yellow grass of the...

“Miss Kardashian, is... is....” 

The door of the room had been open, Kim looked back when she felt the cold from outside on her wet back, the robe rolled up under her elbows.

With her hand still on the doorknob, the nerdy girl assistant had her eyes lowered, as if she was trying to stare directly at her own blushing cheeks.

Kim raised one of her thin eyebrows, annoyed.

“Don't you know how to knock?”

The girl shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I knocked... I... I heard I... Di-di-di...”

Lowering her leg, Kim sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What do you want?”

“It... The filming is going to... be starting... We... You... Should go to stage 34...”

The girl was apparently about to melt and that brought the smile back to Kim’s lips.

“OK, sure, I will come in a moment, I just have to put on my dress, now leave.”

Kim waved her away with a lazy hand gesture, the girl closed the door, nodding as many times as she said sorry.

Alone once more, Kim stretched her arms up high, allowing the bathrobe to fall from her body.

Her breasts bounced free in the mirror as she yawned.

Still wet with the sweat of sex, her desire was far from fulfilled, but now she had a taste of what she was going to sell...

She moaned, pinching one of her nipples, before getting up, more sure than ever that this was the best decision of her career and life.

The sparkling long black dress was resting over a nearby chair,it had a matching pair of gloves, she picked them up and dressed with ease, it fit her body fantastically, making her already desirable curves even sweeter

Kim shook her big butt in front of the last mirror that would see her as a woman, winked an eye, blew a kiss and left the room barefoot, without noticing that the tips of her toenails were beginning to turn darker than her fancy dress.

When she entered onto stage 34 everybody clapped, dazzled by her imposing figure, which made her heat up even more.

Swinging her wide hips left and right she walked towards the director’s seat, feeling the increasing rush of her pulsating arousal sliding down her long legs.

“Well, here I am.” she said, standing tall with her hands on her waist.

The director - a greasy chubby man with sunglasses.

“Did you read the script?” he asked, being the only person who didn’t seem impressed by the famous lady.

“Yup.”

“Then get on there and do your thing, we haven’t got all day!”

Kim was way too horny to get angry, so she just obeyed and moved in front of the cameras.

The area was covered with orange cloth, very minimalist, there was a wooden box in the middle, with a bottle of champagne and a glass, that made her lick her lips.

It was pretty simple, the script only had one page, she only had to say a couple of phrases, show her back to the camera and then pull down her dress until her ass was in frame while she smiled back saying the Shift Inc. slogan. 

A cheesecake or even better, a tasty salad.

Her belly growled slightly, but she was already standing in position.

“LIGHTS!” yelled the director.

The heat of half a dozen spotlights showered Kim, making her feel like a doe in front of a truck.

“CAMERAS!” 

A bunch of red lights turned on below the cyclopean eyes of the machines.

“ACTION!”

Kim blinked, frozen with a smile that was as tense as her muscles, the glowing sensation in her groin had made her space out and her brain was working hard to find the words between images of sweet enormous cocks.

“It’s...” she mumbled, she coughed, and began again, raising her voice as she regained her confidence. “Some times it’s so hard to be a woman...”

And then everybody in the crew saw her lips darken...

"Some times a lady just feels like... going all wild...”

When her ears began to wiggle and stretch, becoming pointy and longer on the sides of her head, that was when one of the assistants, one of the few who wasn’t standing with his mouth open, approached the director and whispered something to him.

The director seemed to consider it for a short moment, but then he spun his finger in the air.

“The show goes on...!” he said and nobody protested.

Not even Kim, but she hadn’t noticed yet that everybody present had just nodded and agreed in silence to film her horrid fate... at least until she noticed that her existence as a woman only had minutes remaining...

Her big pointy ears flopped happy as she sensually moved her gloved hands around her body, biting her dark lower lip.

“That beast that all women have inside...”

Kim’s nostrils snorted, once, then twice more as they enlarged, swelling her petite nose into what was the start of a black muzzle.

Under her dress, her nipples were incredibly hard.

“Hmmmmmppphhh... We just can’t control it, we need to... liberate our reins, become them... roar, kick, scratch and stop worrying about anything that isn't sweet, sweet pleasure...”

That wasn’t in the script, but it made the women in the room grow red, even the director gulped in front of such a masterpiece.

Parallel white stripes began to paint themselves between the darkness of her hair as similar patterned fur covered her already equine like ears.

“That’s why the... hmmmmm... wonderful people of Shift Inc. have created the new.. and fantastic... Savage Africa Line, for women like me... and you, that need an extra rush in their lives...”

The lines of the black and white mane began to slide down from the end of her hair, slipping under the pearls around her neck.

“Tell me, friend... are you a proud lioness... a powerful hippopotamus... a smart elephant... a graceful gazelle... a h-horny-y... snort... zebra... then... now, you can truly feel like one... become one...”

Kim jumped on top of the wooden box, kicking the glass of champagne, that splashed and rolled all over the floor.

Her rear was on camera, but the bulge under her dress wasn’t just her glorious ass, but was also the growing stump of a tail.

It was too perfect to think that it wasn’t planned, she gently grabbed each side of her dress with two fingers and began to very slowly pull it down, sliding the fabric over her sweaty skin.

As the cloth slid down, the fur and the line of the mane closely followed, giving the perfect illusion of a woman willingly giving up her humanhood instead of what was just a woman too sure of herself who had made a simple terrible mistake.

She felt so good, so sexy, so powerful... and lustful...

The beating of her heart told her that this moment was going to define her more than any other... and that just made her tight pussy clench...

Kim stopped with the dress just below the butt-cheeks of her white and black furry ass, the tail didn’t get in the way, as it gently swung to the right.

She looked back at the main camera, smiling radiantly, standing at the apex of that perfect point of balance, of no return, that point before the woman becomes too much of the beast she’s meant to be.

“Shift Inc., products for women that want to awaken their inner beast a biiIIIIIIIIIITIHI!” 

It was at that point that the released commercial ended, they edited out that brutal bestial whining and cut with her still smiling underneath the company logo, giving the illusion that the glamorous Miss Kardashian had willingly chosen, accepted and given up her life as a wealthy woman to start a new one as a pinstriped mare of the savanna.

In reality the video continued for several more anguished minutes as the metamorphosis progressed.

Her hands flew to her throat to grab her neck, an expression of horrified shock when the dress dropped all the way down to her ankles revealing the shifted legs covered in fur and the hooves that were hiding under the fabric.

She bit her tongue, her hooves clopped against the wood, her balance was lost, the loud crash of her arse against the floor made the surrounding crew narrow their eyes.

On the floor, looking down at a pair of reshaped zebra legs, to an inflating belly, to a pair of swelling darkened tits and a crotch covered in white and black fur.

“GRIIIIIIIIIII-IH-IH-IHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAG!”

Kim yelled as loudly as she could, lowering her furry ears, the sound seemed to make her muzzle push forward, her neck lengthen, her whole body crack and expand.

“What’s ish going on...! WHASH IIIHIII-IIHSH GOIIIIING ON!”

The sensation below her own tail, her vulva and butthole swelling and shifting beneath the hairy appendage.

She had already been crying for a while when she put her hands in front of the muzzle that was gradually obscuring the middle of her field of vision.

The bones of her hands were cracking under the fabric, being pulled together as the fingers of her gloves were left empty one by one.

“Nrouuuu! NRUUUUUUUUUUU! THOSEEE-EEE-EEE FUCKING PIIIHIHIIEEEELLS! THEEEEY ARE POISIUUUUUUUN!”

Kim pouted her lips, shocking the crew as white hairs covered her chin.

The nerdy shy assistant girl was near one of the cameras, holding a folder against her chest and with her thighs pressed together.

When one of Kim's hooves kicked the champagne bottle and made the crystal clank and roll onto the floor she woke from her warm self-absorption and raised her voice above the screams and the neighs.

“M-miss... Miss Kardashin... did you... Did you mix the pills with the champagne...?!”

With her arms growing to the length of front legs Kim stopped for an instant as her ears shook and caught the girl’s voice, frozen by the realization that she was the perpetrator of her own disgrace, this time she genuinely looked like a dumb animal surprised by a vehicle, not just in attitude, but also in appearance.

And even more with each passing second.

“Nrooou... NRUUUUU! NRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! I DIHIDN’T KNEEEW! I DHIIIIHIIIIIII’T!”

The lie didn’t make the transition any easier, but it helped to slightly alleviate her mental and sexual frustration.

After a loud snort, she rolled over, putting all four hooves down on the floor, the ones on her hind legs and the ones covered by the gloves, clenching her teeth she raised herself up, standing as the zebra she almost was.

Her inflating neck burst the pearl necklace, the little white gems clattered all across the floor, the straight line of her mane undoing her bun, making her hair fall over her eyes and over her muzzle.

Another loud neigh, her tail swung, her tears lost in the fur, her shrinking teats rolling across her swollen belly towards her crotch, her ears flicked, catching the clicking sounds of a camera.

She bent her long neck to look behind her and saw the guy with the camera, taking photos of her dismay, she lowered the tail, all eyes of the crew were on her, both the people's and the machines.

Filming her last instants as a human.

Another snort, a furious one.

“STUUUUP LUUUUKING AT MEEEEE-EEE-EEEE! STUUUU FEEEELMIIIIHIIIHI-ING! WANNA GUUU HOMEEEEEEE! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHI! HIIIIIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIIEEEEEE!”

Her voice lost inbetween the savage neighing of an angry beast.

She jumped and kicked, making everybody around take a step back.

The end of her transformation was accompanied by that last pitiful tantrum, a sorry but understandable spectacle.

When she finally stopped, the changes were over and Kim Kardashian was just a big female zebra, almost unrecognizable from her previous self if you didn’t notice the glove still remaining on her left front leg.

The zebra raised her long head, closed her eyes, and whinnied loudly to show her sorrow.

...

News of Kim Kardashian's last stunt spread like wildfire all across the world, breaking the media and the internet.

While the official reactions were of condolence for the terrible occurrence, the general masses weren’t so sanctimonious and a meme about why bimbos shouldn’t use Shift Inc. soon started trending.

But that didn’t change the fact that Miss Kardashian was now, and would be for the rest of her days, a zebra.

On the bright side, free Shift Inc. products always came with insurance, so she was quickly taken, checked and safely placed in her new home at the Maryland Zoo, in Baltimore, where she had to begin the long road to adapt into her new form and her name was simply changed into Kimmy, a more child friendly one.

Her family soon ditched the idea of suing and changed the narrative into it being something that Kim had planned from the start, maybe because Shift Inc. would have easily won the trial, maybe because that still very lucrative marketing campaign was remained on the table.

Despite the little issue of the main star becoming a zebra, the campaign was released on time, of course, shortly after the release of the commercial, the full length video showing with exquisite detail the transition of Miss Kardashian from a woman into her current state appeared on the internet.

That video had at the end a short segment made with a cellphone which showed how Kimmy the zebra willingly took the weight of another erect male zebra onto her back, in front of a crowd of witnesses.

The Kardashians didn’t make any comment about either of them.

It would be easy to guess that, with all that stuff boiling behind it, the marketing campaign should had been a utter disaster... but it actually became an utter success.

Shift Inc. sales increased like foam and their popularity increased even more, the fact their products were able to permanently transform ladies into beasts was, once more, accepted as an exciting oddity rather than a crippling hindrance.

Some time later, when plans for a new line of products and another marketing campaign were starting to form, an open poll appeared on Maryland Zoo’s web page in which everybody could choose names for the two twin newborn zebras that they were expecting soon....