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Finishing his food, Ryan got up to put away his tray. On his way back, he passed by the slightly fuzzy normie. Unable to resist his instincts, he stopped, and before he could stop himself, he was down on all fours, sniffing around the guy. He smelled...tasty? Nah, he wouldn't be good for eating. Maybe he would want to play instead?

He stood up on his (now shorter) hind legs. "Hi, I'm Ryan, what's your name?" He extended a paw. He couldn't hold his attention for long though, and he turned at the other question. "I'm a ferret. What are you?"

Peter slithered forward as he watched the walking lizard heading over to the cooked foods section. It didn't seem that bad a move, but the hot coffee helped.

His rectilinear motion was probably the weirdest thing to get used to. Since his legs gave way, he'd been propelling himself forward like a "standing" cobra would... which his still-slightly human organs found to be unnerving. If he were still human, his entire motion would have been coming from the hips, and his organs agreed. In a lot of ways, now, walking felt like Peter was using sexual motion.

As he approached the others, he didn't reach for a chair, those useless leg-things. Instead, Peter did what he thought was probably the coolest part of the latest change - he coiled several times over, and for all intensive purposes, sat down on himself.

Listening to the conversation, he sipped his coffee.

Nick jumped in his chair a little again, as he first heard Ryan, then saw him sniffing around his legs.

“Oh, I’m Nicholas, j-just call me Ni-“ He was cut off by Ryan before he could finish. "Oh…er, I don’t really know” He couldn’t help but feel Ryan was being a little to Ferrety for his liking. It was more like he was acting like a Ferret that could talk, than a person turning into one. It was good to know that where was someone happy around here, but there was a difference between genuine happiness, and that induced by a simpler animal mind.

“Hehe, a hobbit? Sure why not?” He smiled at Nikkos comment, finally looking him straight in the face. Still quite reluctantly he shook Ryans paw, and then Nikko’s clawed hand.

“Okay…maybe you should ask for a heater for your own room huh?” Nick wondered why Nikko’s needed warmth, he felt quite warm already, he could have sworn he felt like he was getting hotter.

“Must just be my imagination.”

“Oh…h-hello” he said, to the snake person he’d seen either, who’d decided the seat himself nearby. And the large man sat on the floor. There where quite a few people in the Cafeteria today, best be polite.

Warmed up by the lamps, Nikkos wander back to the group in time to shake hands with Ryan, "Anyway, my room is nice and warm, but it wassssh out of food ssssho I had to come here." He holds his hands out, "I'm a tailor, I sssshpend most of my time in my room, making clothing for other memberssssh of the Isssssshland asssh they change.

He returns to his meal, popping a tomatoe into his mouth.

Bing looked to the Ferret guy. He doubted that the guy could help him up, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Besides, he might have some super strength serum in him or something. Yeah, the labs were trying to make some kind of super ferret, the million dollar ferret. That's it... Okay, now Bing was just being stupid.

"Ah, little help here?" Bing asked, holding out a stubby hand, "I'm stuck."

Of course, he was a million dollar ferret, most likely several million. He certainly was an investment.

Ferrets are actually much stronger than they appear, able to drag more than their body weight with just their teeth. Ryan could use his paws. "Alright, when I pull, you stand up." Taking Bing's stubby hand, he bagan to backpeddal, getting enough momentum to pull Bing off the floor.

After getting Bing off the floor, Ryan had trouble getting himself to let go of him. He had an urge to take him back to his den and hide him, even if that wasn't really possible.

His attention was wrested away from Bing and his instincts when heard Nick fall on the ground. He was quickly next to him, using his strange hop-walk. "Hey, are you okay?

Peter felt a soft thump as Nick toppled over his second coil. "Carehul tthhere, you don't want to-" He cut off as he realized the scope of what was occuring... and the quickly developing shoe problem. The closest knife sharp enough to do ANY good was a fifty foot stretch away, and the answer needed to come NOW.

"I can't beliehe I'm doing tthhis." was all he had time for before he sprung - headfirst at the shoes. Teeth or no teeth, the simple fact was that Peter's jaw was an oversized wrench now - which just might work.

Divebombing at the right foot, he closed his lips around the shoe, Nikko at the left. A wrong twist may mean a broken bone. Do this right, he chided himself. It was a big job to not just give in to the gag reflex. This aws no egg. Pulling the heel with his lower jaw while giving a soft push to the toes with the upper, he felt it come loose, but barely. It looked like it would work. Gesturing out of sight with his hands in attempt to tell Nikko to get back from the other foot, he began to loosen his grip to switch. That probably stung a little, but nothing broken. That was, of course, if it had worked. He felt the shoe following his jaw, though, so he hoped it had. All he could see was Nick's rapidly changing face, his work beneath him.

Nick kept gritting his teeth, ignoring Ryan,, he was trying to distract himself from the pain and fur that was washing all over him with his hard bite down. He spluttered at his front teeth grew longer, now he had buck teeth. It felt like someone was pulling at his ears harder than was even possible, as they became long and rabbit like, complete with a thin coat of fuzz. His shoes where defiantly tighter and getting tighter still.

“Th-tha…k” He tried to thank Nikkos for what he was doing, but he was unable to do through his panting. With his right foot free thank to peter his foot continue growing ,almost to twice the length it was before, his big toe became detached and shrivelling. While his left foot burst his shoe thanks to the cutting Nikkos had given the stitching.

The pain started to subside, he was almost covered in fur now, lucky his hands where still quite human. Finally his nose pushed out a little, becoming noticeable more sensitive. With that brought one something new for Nick, instinctual fear. He stiffed the air a bit, at first it seemed pleasant, the scent of food all around him. But that was soon replaced by several other overpowering scents, Nikko’s, Ryan’s and Peters.

“I-I need to run…run the hell away…back to my safe room…or I’ll be…I’ll be eaten” His mind screamed in a sudden panic.