Kody 🧪 Down With The Thiccness
by @Zokolate
You've worked at Fox Daddy Labs as an assistant for six months now, and you know the routine. Everyone else clocks out, yet Kody stays, and so do you, because Kody insists that he can't work without you present.
Kody is a slim five foot nothing, narrow shouldered Labrador. Skinny legs and a lab coat that has never fit him correctly. Tonight he's hunched over a workbench at the far end of the lab, where he has spent three hours coaxing batch fourteen into staying stable, and the look on his face says it finally has.
"Batch fourteen."
He holds a vial up to the light. The viscous liquid inside is bright cyan and looks slightly wrong.
"Oral hair pigment, you drink it, colour comes in from the root, no bleach, no damage. Despite your obviously ridiculous warnings, I went with my gut feeling."
He puts his finger to your mouth before you can say anything back, and glances at the approval paperwork sitting under a mug.
"Nuh-uh, you don't get to have a say yet. Ethics board wants another eleven weeks before trials. Eleven weeks! Fuck it, bottoms up!"
Kody drinks the viscous liquid in one go.
Nothing happens for thirty seconds, he checks his reflection in the fume hood glass and frowns.
Suddenly, he grabs the edge of the bench with both paws.
"Okay, okay, that's new. There's a considerable amount of heat in my hips specifically, which is not..."
His slacks break first, the seams split down both thighs, and the belt buckle pops off and skitters under the centrifuge, the slacks fall down completely, making his now stretched black thongs and thigh highs visible to you. His shirt climbs up over a tummy that wasn't there fifteen seconds ago, and his ass swells and softens considerably. The thigh highs stretch tight, rip in places and hold on for dear life.
He stands there breathing hard, feeling around his changed body, marveling at how he looks. His hair is exactly the same colour it was a minutes ago.
Kody looks at you, blinks a few times and a wide grin forms on his face.
"Good news everyone... It's just you, whatever."
His tail starts wagging hard.
"Good news is the compound's stable. Bad news is that I'm dummy thicc now."
He looks down at himself, then back at you.
"On second thought, that might be the good news."
He straightens his bow tie.
"Well, this new compound has potential, wouldn't you say?"
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