A LONG Overdue commission for  Lucky the Hippo Alchemist of him into an Anthro Whale
Enjoy!

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Today was going to be a good day for Wolfaro. He didn’t have any classes today. NOR did he have to work at his internship either. The entire day was his and his alone. And he was bored. He’d just sat at his computer, looking at some videos. Maybe he’d play a game or something. Just as he was about to, there was a knock at the door. He’d gone to answer, but no one was there. No one down the hall either, but he caught something out of the corner of his eye: On the ground in front of the door was an envelope, with his name. Cautious, he picked it up and opened it slowly. Inside was a letter, as well as a small piece of paper. The letter read:
“Dear Wolfaro,
You are cordially invited to the grand opening of our new aquarium. Included is a voucher for free entry. We hope to see you there soon. Have a whale of a time ~
-Sincerely, G”
Strange, there wasn’t any news of this. But it was something to do today. plus, it was free!. So Wolfaro made his way to the bus, which took him right where he needed to go. The building was magnificent! An architect’s wet dream, arches everywhere, windows surrounding the whole place, everything was a relaxing shade of blue. If this is the outside, just imagine how wonderful it would look inside. He didn’t have to for long, as after entering he was greeted with the amazing decor. Again, there was more blue, but the lights were warm and inviting. Today was going to be quite a nice day! He handed his voucher to the man at the gate, who only let him through with a smirk. Strange, but whatever, it wasn’t going to ruin his day. He stepped into the main area and saw... nothing. Just rows upon rows of empty tanks. There were a few here and there, but for the most part completely empty. The wonderful decor turned into something of a horror movie, walking the halls of empty glass. Any fish he saw was darting about, as though it were in shock, or confusion. It was really depressing.
In the center of the main area was a large tank. The sign said that it was for a species of whale, but, like the others, it was empty. The strange ticket-taker from earlier startled him from behind: “We’re simply waitin’ for most of our fish to get here. ‘Dis was more of a publicity thing, b-- sir.” Wolfaro saw the strange man clearly for the first time. He was not a man, but a monkey, and it was clear that he was hiding an accent of some kind. The monkey began to return to his rounds, his tail swishing giddily. “Oh, yea, our invited guests get free food from the cafeteria today. How’s about you grab somethin’ to eat? I’m sure it will perk up your day.” And with those words, he disappeared.
Pondering his words, Wolfaro heard his stomach grumble. He’d lost track of time in the maze of tanks, and forgot to eat lunch. As such, he made his way to the cafeterium. He’d get free food today, so he might as well take advantage of it. The cafeterium was also completely empty, save for the sounds of a working kitchen. The menu itself was huge. “And I can have anything I want for free?” Wolfaro asked one of the workers, a tall, muscular, red skinned man.
“Yeah, you can eat as much as you want. ORDER UP, S! WE HAVE A CUSTOMER HERE!” Yelled the worker to one of the chefs in the back. Wolfaro looked over the menu and decided to get... a lot. He’d piled fries, and chicken, and cheese sticks, and burgers and hot dogs onto his plates, and, with help, carried this feast to one of the tables. It wasn’t like him to order so much, but there was something in him that NEEDED so much food. He was SO hungry. He’d just started eating, not even slowing down to wipe his face with a napkin. Somehow, he finished the pile of food that he’d ordered. He sat back, his gut slightly distended. He was so full, but the food was so good, and his day did finally get better. *Gurgle* His stomach began to make noise. *GURGLE* Even louder now. Then, suddenly, before his very eyes, his already full stomach began to distend and inflate even further. Further and further, it inflated like a beach ball, pushing up his shirt, before beginning to tear it. Quickly, Wolfaro got up and rushed to the bathroom.
He’d just eaten too much, yeah. He was seeing things. He’d washed his face and stared in the mirror. He was fine. His stomach was fine.
He was just about to leave when he noticed something strange in the mirror. His nose looked slightly off. It was broader, flatter. Again, he chalked it up to too much food, but before he could leave, the loud gurgles started once again. He’d rushed to a stall, convinced he was going to throw up, but, nothing, nothing came out. His stomach was just making noise as it tried to digest all the aquarium food. Finally, it stopped, and WOlfaro was relieved. Nothing weird was happening, no weird thing with his nose, no distended stomach, nothing, nada, zilch.
But, sadly, he could deny the weird changes no longer, as his body began it’s true changes. TO begin, he felt his body begin to crunch and shift upwards, His back stretched out more than his legs, but the changes added a few feet in height, bringing him to a lofty 8 feet total. Now he began to feel cramped in the stall, and quickly, albeit roughly, escaped the confines. He saw himself in the mirror, well, most of himself. He had to bend down to see his face. His body was out of proportion, his torso and arms dwarfing his legs in length, but not by too much. His once distended stomach was flatter now, since he had more room , but his shirt was far too small now, with his stomach visible to the world, or at least, anyone in the bathroom. His face began to shift further, slightly, as his nose completely disappeared from his face, leaving two large wide nostrils flat against his head. “What the f...” He started to say, but as the words left his mouth, they decrescendo’d deeper. “My... my voice!” His voice had dropped at least an octave. Soon, Wolfaro discovered what probably caused the sudden shift in vocal tract: His neck was thickening. His adam’s apple grew rounder, deeper, as his neck swelled like a sausage, taking up much of the room his shoulders had.
He really was a sight now, with his oversized body parts. He reached his hand up to feel his neck, but he watched in amazement as that, too, began to change. His fingers began to feel stiff, his ring and pinky fingers beginning to fuse, just as his pointer and middle finger. He was left with two fingers on each hand, as the hand itself began to swell. His palms widened, his fingers and thumb lengthened and thickened, growing out more powerful. The vestigial webbing that was between his fingers began to grow out, returning to it’s past and completely closing the space between them with a thin layer of skin. His other hand followed suit, and soon he was left with two oversized, webbed hands.
Just as he had begun to fret, however, the gurgling of his stomach returned, and things began to reach their final point. His whole body began to swell. His gut pushed out once more, starting as a meager paunch, but then growing out further, muffin tops drooping over his pants, his belly sagging further, bigger, rounder. His whole torso widened, giving him a bulkier look, rather than just fat, but his moobs began to fill in, sagging, and resting gently over his mammoth gut. Shocked by all of this, Wolfaro knew he had to get out of here. He made a bee-line for the door, and was able to push it open, before his girth got him stuck. He had to get out, before he broke down the frame. He pushed harder, and harder, his new girth weighing him down. His butt thickened, growing bigger and rounder, each cheek like a large cushion. His arms finally grew to match his oversized hands, as they, too, thickened with flabby, jiggling fat. His shorter thighs and calves thickened with the substance, now able to support the rest of his body. He finally made it through the door, leaving it broken and misshapen, but at least he was out. He’d toppled onto his stomach, which was big enough to provide excellent cushioning, and he looked back at his feet, which were beginning to feel sore in his shoes. He felt them push harder and harder, before finally tearing the fronts and bursting free, having grown far too big. His toes, like his hands, fused such that he had two huge toes on either foot, with webbing in between.
Surrounded by the wide open cafeterium space, he was more at ease, and was able to focus more on what was happening to him. He stood up, and ripped his ragged, shredded clothing off of his engorged body, and let it fall to the floor. He was finally able to look himself over. He was massive, thick all over, bulging with fat. Though the changes weren’t finished yet. All over his skin began to thicken, becoming slimy as a beige color flower all over. On his stomach, a rougher, lighter skin grew in, vertical grooves going across all the way up his neck. His body felt alien, even moreso than before. Just the feel of his new skin was such an experience. A small pain was felt on the back of his neck, as a hole bored itself through. A blowhole, he knew it was, intuitively, as his mind became acclimated to the new form he now had.
A tugging sensation was coming from just above his flabby butt. It tugged harder and harder, a long tail growing, and large fins growing at the end. He flicked it side to side, back and forth, getting a feel for his new tail, since he’d have it for, well, ever. WOlfaro began to walk a bit, his bulk swaying and jiggling with each step. He’d made his way back to the main hall, with the main tank. The big whale tank. Heh, maybe he’d have a friend soon, heheh. He saw his face in the glass, still misshapen, compared to the rest of his body.
His head began to grow and expand in the glass, his real form mimicking his reflection. His whole head grew out, fusing with his neck. His face expanded, squaring out as what was before the bridge of his nose grew out, , inflating bigger, his whole face taking on a square-ish type of shape, the rough, lined skin stretching over his mouth. He no longer had much of a forehead to speak of, with his whole face stretched far from his thicker neck, and his forehead vertical with his mouth. His teeth sharpened in his mouth, perfect for eating small fish, or whatever he’d be fed. Wait, why would he think he’d be fed? Why was he here in the first place?
He stumbled back, his transformation now complete. He looked himself over, he kept his facial hair and that one his head, but it was WAY in the back now. He felt good, he felt reborn, he felt dizzy. His mind was rewriting itself, his whole life crashing like a wave on the shore, for a new wave, a new life to grow. He didn’t know what he was doing, why he was here. He couldn’t remember the hospital, or college, or anything.
Suddenly, he was interrupted from his stupor by that monkey again, a great big smile across his face. Any air of mystery, or that he was hiding something, was gone. It was the most cordial smile, despite the empty piercings. He reached out a piece of paper, and a pen. “Ah, Mr. Wolfaro, we’re glad you were able to make it! We weren’t able ta get many whales to take us up on our offer. We’d be happy ta have you in our aquarium for a while. It’s only a few months.” Wolfaro quickly looked over the contract.
“SO I’ll get free food, free housing, internet, etc PLUS a $100K payment?”
“Yeah, definitely, we’re sure you’ll be able to bring in customers, a man of your presence is definitely what we need. SO do we have a deal?”
“Sure”
The two shook hands, and the monkey led Wolfaro to his quarters. They wouldn’t open for a few more days, they needed to get more “attractions.” None of them would get the great deal that Wolfaro got. He’d get all the food he wanted, all the internet, after hours of course. But he’d be swimming about and relaxing in a luxurious tank all day. Heh, his life was great! DO nothing all day, do whatever he wants all night. This was the best thing that’d happened. He fell back to his oversized bed in his quarters, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the coming weeks, Wolfaro was a big hit. People came from all over South America to see him. He was even offered a more permanent position. He was happy, relaxed, content. He was home.