Lotte stood for a while, admiring her transformed body, taking in the change’s Evie’s artefacts had on her. The collar that had brought out the real Lotte, and wrapped her in living latex, itself a part of her. The bridle that had given her the black hooves (latex too, of course) now adorning her feet. Then the saddle, changing her legs to pastel pink, their surface polished and gleaming. Those later changes were fun, but Lotte was hoping to get her old self back. Evie had disappeared off into the shelves, in search of something that would undo the changes, yet leave the collar’s magic intact. Lotte would only wonder what that would be, or what it would leave her with, as well…

”Alright!” Came the cheerful voice of Evie behind her, holding a small bottle in her pawed hands, “Try this!”

Lotte took the small bottle, peering at the amber-coloured liquid within, “A drink?”

”A potion,” Evie corrected, “which happens to be my speciality.” She said it with a confidence Lotte wasn’t sure was deserved, but she was willing to try anything.

The cork squeaked as Lotte unstoppered the bottle, smelling something sweet, almost caramelised. Here goes nothing… she thought, downing the bottle in one. It was sweet, refreshing, and surprisingly fizzy. She felt the potion flowing down her throat, bubbling away inside her, sliding deeper down into her body, though she wasn’t convinced it wasn’t just coke.

“Now wh- *hic*” Lotte began, interrupted by a sudden swelling of gas and liquid inside her. She placed a paw in her belly, feeling it through her latex skin, the potion inside churning and expanding. She felt more and more of it appearing inside her, pushing out against her organs, expanding to fill her. She was used to the quirks of magic, by now, but the sensation of liquid filling up her insides was one she wasn’t prepared for.

“Sorry, it’s a weird one,” Evie said, stepping a little closer to look at Lotte’s changing body. Despite the liquid filling her body, Lotte’s belly wasn’t pushing out. If Evie had prepared the potion correctly, it would be a different part of Lotte’s body expanding very soon.

Lotte was distracted by a different sensation, and deep warmth running through her legs, while the surface chilled. She ran a paw down her thigh, running it across the smooth surface of her legs. They’d already become stiff thanks to the saddles' magic - some semblance of the hard, polished surface of a carousel pony - now they were growing solid again, and cool to the touch. It felt as though something were constricting her legs, tightening around them, locking them into place - preparing her for the deeper changes within.

“Are you *hic* making me int- *hic* into a robot?” Lotte asked, bubbling gas inside her making its escape every few moments.

“Nothing quite so mundane,” Evie winked, refusing to elaborate.

As the surface of her legs continued to cool, so too did their insides warm up, the heat spreading up through her body, past her hips to her waist. Muscles, bones, tendons… all were changing, adapting. The potions magic working to sculpt and reshape the organic parts of her legs into the electromechanical equivalent. Bones hardened, reinforced with metal, joints reconfiguring into their mechanical equivalent. Muscle fibres bound together, turning to rubber, ligaments turning to metal as they anchored themselves to her changing skeleton. Arteries and veins wrapped around each other, turning to a network of cables running through her legs.

Lotte was left to wonder what was happening, feeling her legs tense, freeze, then relax again as the changes worked their course. She’d watched as the texture continued to transform, the perfectly polished surface becoming rough, the brushed texture of aluminium. Yet the pink coloured remained, like the surface had been anodised, the colour now an intrinsic part of her. There was an electric tingle around the joints of each leg, a gap emerging, then growing wider. A pressure grew inside as something forced itself outwards, shifting each part of her legs further apart. Each was dark pink, round, forming a new joint for her mechanical legs to pivot around. Lotte reached down to touch one, the surface rough and soft like rubber, squashing slightly, letting her move her legs once again.

“This is… different,” Lotte said, lost for words, admiring her robotic lower body. Round joints aside, it still matched the shape of her old self, as if she was merely wearing a costume: metal panties wrapping her legs, with shining aluminium leggings, reaching down to those black hooves - still soft latex, untouched by the potion’s magic.

Still that pressure grew inside her, pushing against her upper body, still soft and latex. Escaping every so often in an infuriating hiccup. Why had just her lower body become metal, she wondered? What was the liquid doing?

The answer would come soon enough, as her chest started to rise. The pressure concentrated within, the feeling of liquid welling up inside her. Fizzing, carbonated, the effect only adding to the force of the liquid pressing out against her skin. It tingled through her body, a strangely pleasant, almost arousing feeling. Her breasts swelled, pushing out from her chest. She felt the weight of them increasing as they grew, the slight slosh of liquid inside them, as though they were hollow.

“Are you *hic* sure about this?” Lotte asked, not for the first time, cupping her growing breasts. Despite the weight of them, they didn’t seem to need any support, holding themselves perky and round as they continued to swell. Lotte’s paws rubbed the underside, feeling the soft latex squash at first, the flow of liquid inside. Then, as the breasts pushed out rounder, the surface became harder, pushing back against Lotte’s paws.

It was then realised their colour was changing, the purple latex covering her text growing paler as it stretched out around her growing breasts. First to light pink, then turning clear, and Lotte realised she could see through them - the hardening skin turning to glass, perfectly round and solid. Inside, the amber liquid of the potion sloshed about, bubbling away. She felt each bubble forming on the surface of her breasts, a slight tingle as it freed itself, rising to the surface of the liquid, popping.

Still the pressure grew.

By now Lotte’s breasts had swollen to the size of basketballs, maybe larger. Perfectly round and clear globes standing proud from her chest, liquid sloshing about with each small movement Lotte made, fizzing as it went. Lotte felt the soda playing at the back of her nipples, just slight dimples in the glass, the bubbles tickling, the pressure threatening to burst forth. Instead, the pressure pushed back into her torso, up towards her shoulders. She felt the liquid level rising in her body, still more flowing from a magical spring inside her, flowing out into more and more of her body.

Something changed deep in her legs, new circuitry and mechanics rearranging, adapting to her changing body. Vents appeared across her thighs and hips, tickling as they did. Lotte felt something inside her begin to vibrate, transformed veins shivering slightly, a feeling of temperature drawn through her body - chilling her torso, and the liquid within, venting out through her lower body. A flash of heat spread out across Lotte’s thighs, the feeling like something was scratching against her metal sides. Writing appeared, finely etched into her sides, the old-fashioned text spelling out the words ‘Rosewood Cola’.



“I bet you think that’s cute,” Lotte said, icily, glaring over at Evie as she ran her fingers over the words.

“A little,” Evie winked.

As if flowing out from her chest, the rest of her torso turned to glass - colour fading from her latex skin, turning crystal clear, revealing the fizzing liquid within. The glass crept upwards, over her shoulders, up her neck. Fur stiffened, flattening, colour fading. Soft and furry skin turning to smooth and pliable glass. Evie was an expert potion maker, and in this case she prided herself on the glass: perfectly smooth, unbreakable, and flexible.

Lotte reached up to her face with shining fingers, the spread of glass reaching them too, revealing more of the liquid sloshing within. Fizz coalesced into bubbles of trapped air, rising, gurgling up through her hollow arms as she raised them. She felt the liquid welling up through her throat, into her head, the back of her mouth sealing over to stop it spilling out of her, and finally silencing the hiccups. Lotte’s vision started to swim, almost literally, as the bubbling liquid rose up behind them - now merely printed designs across her glass face.

Even her hair changed, strands matting together and flattening just as her fur did, forming a solid shape of her curls cascading down her back, gurgling as it flowed through her thick braid, still wrapped in purple latex.

It felt as though Lotte had finished changing. Her upper body now fully glass, perched atop her mechanical hips, like some strange (if lewd) version of a drinks machine. A fountain without a spout, she realised. Pressure grew and grew inside her, tension running through her upper body, threatening to shatter even the magical glass she was made from, if it couldn’t escape.

Her nipples stiffened, bubbles still tickling behind, the pressure through her body focusing on them. They began to push out, as though forced by the ever-expanding liquid and gas inside. They grew long, thick, pushing out ahead of her glass globes, shifting darker. The shine of the glass faded, her growing nipples changing into tough plastic, and still they pushed longer. Around their bases, Lotte’s areolae shifted, turning to white plastic to match, almost framing her growing nipples. Lotte reached carefully with glass paws, feeling them growing, shivering as she touched them. Each was sensitive, far more than she expected, sending shudders of pleasure through her body. The quake set off a thousand tiny bubbles inside her, pressure welling up again, so close to release…

To Lotte’s relief, she could not have to wait much longer. Each nipple, now a thick and sturdy nozzle, started to shift - part angling down, ready to dispense the liquid inside her, and part curving up to form a graceful handle, even more sensitive to the touch. Finally, a brief pain shot through them, an iron bar piercing through both nipples, hinging the handles to her nozzles.

”Oh wow,” Lotte spoke, squeaking slightly from her glass mouth, though at least she was no longer hiccuping. Paws reached out once more, gingerly reaching for one of the nozzles. It was sensitive, sending a frisson of pleasure through her glass globes, forcing Lotte to bite a glass lip to stifle a moan. She tried to brace herself for what it would feel like, half-afraid to embarrass herself in the store, but she was desperate for release…

She pulled a handle back. Fizzing soda shot forth, the pressure inside her instantly relaxing - though only slightly. Liquid frothed through her chest, spraying forth from the nipple, Lotte conscious of each and every fizzing bubble cascading its way through. A gasp escaped her mouth, the sudden feeling of pleasure overwhelming her inhibitions, turning to moans of pleasure as the liquid sprayed across the floor.

She let go, the handle squeaking back into place. The sudden stop sent a shock through the liquid, cascading back and forth inside her chest, rocking her back and forth. The shock reverberated deep in her body, running through her glass skin, down into the inner workings of the cooling system between her legs. Another moan of pleasure escaped, metal knees almost buckling beneath her. Hands reached back up, sliding over her globes, almost desperate to feel those sensations again, before she caught Evie smirking at her.

“That was… intense…” Lotte finally said, recovering some composure, glaring back at Evie, “Now you’ve enjoyed the show, how am I supposed to change back this time?”

”That’s easy,” Evie grinned, producing a large wooden barrel out from thin air with a magical flourish. Lotte’s eyes were drawn to the writing on the side, the ‘Rosewood Cola’ branding matching her own. “We just need to empty you.”

Lotte sighed. It was going to be a long, if perversely pleasurable, night.

✧ ✧ ✧

Eventually, the barrel was almost full, the coke inside fizzing away. As more of it had drained, more of Lotte’s body changed back, fur and colour returning first to her hair and limbs, then to her head, then her torso. No longer required to cool her body, her lower body had transformed back as well, though - as Lotte feared - the pastel pink colour of the carousel pony, and those latex hooves, remained.

As more and more of the liquid flowed out, what was left had concentrated into her chest, sloshing around those perfect glass globes. Now she was down to the final dregs, Lotte was practically hanging them over the barrel, letting the last of it drain out. With a fizzing spurt, sending another shiver of pleasure through Lotte’s body, the last of the liquid spilled out - leaving her body empty.

With some relief, she felt her nipples changing back. Colour draining from them as black plastic changed back to glass as they shrank back, flattening down into slight bumps on her chest. From the base of her breasts, the purple colour of her latex torso flowed back, spreading to cover them. Yet… they didn’t shrink. Lotte looked down in dismay as they still dominated her vision, perfectly round and hard, sticking proudly from her chest. Her paws traced over the shape of them, unable to squash them down, squeaking over the smooth skin, now a mix of latex and glass. Then she reached her nipples, a shiver of pleasure flowing through her chest, feeling the metal bars from the nozzles still pierced through her body.

“EVIE!”