The Big Bad Bruiser

## The Big Bad Bruiser I

**Application Summary**: Jace Quinn is a local street thug looking for an edge on her competition.

**Themes**: Corruption

**Season**: Any

**Reputation Requirement**: Infamy 1

**Difficulty**: 1

**Crystals**: Masculinization 1, Corruption 1

**Walk-In**: The front door to the clinic slams open and in stomps a tall woman with a loose tank, ripped jeans, short hair, and a foul attitude. Her eyes dart around the room to make sure nobody else is present before she approaches the desk, planting a palm on top and leaning over it imposingly. "Hey. Name's Quinn. You take walk-ins?"
      You nod quietly, trying not to seem intimidated. She grins, standing straight and crossing her arms. "Good. I've heard some interesting shit about this place, and I want in. Nothing too serious, just wanna... test the waters. Got some riff-raff I want to edge off my turf. Figure if you can make me bigger and meaner 'n all of them put together, it should be easy." She narrows her eyes, smiling all the same. "You can make that happen, right?"

**Entering Chamber**: The woman stalks into the chamber, not taking her eyes off you as you start to dial in the crystals. "Don't screw me, or I'll make you regret it," she says threateningly as the chamber doors close over her visage.

**Leaving Chamber**: The figure stumbles out of the chamber, ramming its wide shoulder into the side of the door as it walks forwards. Slowly, Quinn rights herself, looking down at her meatier hands before checking around for a mirror to check

**Superb**: The moment Quinn locks gaze with her dark-eyed reflection, she grins madly. "Damn! I wouldn't want to see this face in a dark alley..." She tilts her head, looking at her thick neck, broad shoulders, and further down at the tight and dense musculature that'd formed around her body. Her skin's crisscrossed with jagged scars and tattoos, giving her the threatening air of an experienced bruiser. The tank top and jeans she'd worn into the clinic practically look painted on, much to her delight.
      She turns, raising a thumb in approval. "Those guys are gonna piss themselves when they see me. You've made my job a hell of a lot easier... so I don't have to make yours any harder. I'll put in a good word for ya, make sure your clinic doesn't get hit up for cash anytime soon. Just as a token of gratitude." She chuckles darkly before walking to the door, pushing through and stalking out onto the streets.

**Good**: "Hm..." Quinn hums, angling her head upwards so she can see her jaw and neck in greater detail. "It's not bad. I probably wouldn't want to tussle with me, if I were any of those guys." She looks down, shifting her hips to get a better look at all of her. "The tats aren't bad, if a little screwy. I doubt they'll notice while I'm punching their shit in, though."
      She steps back from the mirror, nodding with satisfaction. "Good enough. I can leverage it for a few days. Might have to come back later for a touch-up... you do frequent customer discounts, right?" She grins ominously, causing a slight shiver to go up your spine. "Only joking. See you later, nerd." She waves, shoving a hand in the pocket of her jeans before walking out the door, no doubt to get ready for whatever illicit activities she had planned.

**Disappointing**: Quinn grimaces slightly, getting close to the mirror so she can look at herself in greater detail. "Did you have to make me look like a meathead?" she grumbles, looking down and around her body. "I don't even look that much tougher, just a little more butch. It's not much of an edge. Here I was hoping you could save me a scuffle or two."
      She sighs, running a hand through her black hair. "No, I can work with this. For now. I'll be back for a fix-up later, though... as long as you have your shit figured out by then." She scowls before turning to the door and stomping her way out, in just as foul a mood as she entered.

**Rejection**: "What the hell is this?!" Quinn growls, ramming a fist into the mirror hard enough that it cracks. "I look like a moron! Fuckin' patchy facial hair and dopey-ass face... If anyone sees me like this, I'm never living it down!" She turns, slamming her hands down on the desk and staring you down. "You'd better give me my money back and fix this shit, or a bad review's gonna be the least of your problems..."

## The Big Bad Bruiser II

**Application Summary**: After seeing some success from her first treatment, Quinn is back for something a little stronger.

**Themes**: Corruption

**Season**: Any

**Reputation Requirement**: Infamy 1

**Difficulty**: 1.2

**Crystals**: Masculinization 1, Feralization 1, Corruption 1, Week Stabilizer 2

**Walk-In**: You can see Quinn standing outside before she even comes in, grinning toothily as she pushes the doors open. "Sup, nerd?" She waves, stalking her way across the room towards the front desk. "I have to say, our last little session worked like a charm. I even got myself a... promotion. Let's go with that." She chuckles, brushing a hand through her short, dark hair. "I think it was a successful trial run, so I'm ready to kick it up a little. I've kept tabs on the services you offer, and I wouldn't mind you throwing something a little... 'inhuman' in there. Figure some sharp teeth and scales would go well with my image, if you feel me."
       You nod and she smirks. "Good. I want this to stick for a couple weeks, if you can make it work. Figure I can squeeze a lot of 'promotions' out of that much time, one way or another."

**Entering Chamber**: Quinn walks into the chamber as soon as the doors open, turning and making eye contact. "See you after this is done with. Remember, the better a position you put me in, the more worth your while I can make it."

**Leaving Chamber**: The chamber doors open with a hiss, and a tall figure lumbers out of the chamber with a slight bestial growl. Quinn looks up and around, eagerly seeking out a mirror to investigate her new body.

**Superb**: "Hot damn!" Quinn says breathlessly, running a clawed hand up her neck and feeling the tough green scales that'd formed there. "I look like a monster, straight out of a horror flick." She opens her eyes wide, getting close to the mirror to investigate every detail. Her yellow, slitted eyes, razor-sharp fangs, the dusting of glittering scales that traced up her neck and across her arms. Everything she sees seems to make her smile grow wider and sharper, excitement bubbling in her chest as she backs up to check out the rest of her.
       "God damn, I'm a beast!" she growls, flexing in the mirror and causing her tightened tank to rip slightly. "Forget 'promotions', I might as well start shootin' for the top, looking like this!" She stares in the mirror at her thick muscles and strong, sturdy frame, the slight hint of a tail bulging at her waist. "You've done me a real solid here, pal. I won't forget it anytime soon," she says, turning to face you with a grin. "Keep the change. And don't doubt I'll be back again. With results like these, I'd be a mook not to." She waves before stalking out the door, causing some passersby to flinch instinctively as she moves past.

**Good**: Quinn says nothing for a while, looking over her sharp teeth, intimidating eyes, and the smatterings of scales that'd appeared on her neck and face. "I look tough. Tougher than tough, even." She frowns, tracing a sharp nail over the scales on her cheeks. "Could've used these being a bit thicker, though... Feels like they'd crack if they took a serious hit. Though they're still pretty good as far as the scare factor goes."
       She draws back, looking over the rest of her body. Her muscles are tighter and denser than before, giving her a more predatory silhouette. "I feel like I could rip an average goon in half. Should give me plenty of upward mobility, at least for now." She rolls her neck, sighing with relief as it pops roughly. "Thanks. If this goes well enough, you should get a little more repeat business from me... Can't just make a name for myself and disappear, after all." She waves errantly before moving to the door, catching a few side-eyed glances from people on the street.

**Disappointing**: Quinn frowns, rolling her neck so she can get a good look all over her head. "I look more like a gecko than a gator," she grumbles, reaching up with a hand to scratch at the thin scales sprinkled across her neck. "I guess it's 'bestial' if you want to exaggerate, but it's nothing special. Hell, are these things flaking off?" She scowls, watching as some of the flaky scales come off on her sharp nails, revealing normal, patchy skin underneath.
       "Ugh. Whatever, it'll do for now," she grumbles, pulling away from the mirror and not looking back at herself. "Once I've scrounged up enough cash, I'll be back for a touch-up. You'd better have the look down the next time I come by, or we might haveta start rethinking this working relationship." She skulks off, slamming the door as she leaves.

**Rejection**: "Is this some kinda sick fuckin' joke to you?" Quinn turns to face you, her eyes narrowing as she snarls. Her face's structure had shifted slightly into something more resembling a frog, eyes wide and bulging with rage as she tries to cover her patchy skin with her hands. "Forget moving up in the world. I can't even go outside like this! Fix this, and give me my money back, or ELSE."

## The Big Bad Bruiser III

**Application Summary**: Quinn's returned for another session. Not only does she want more, she's ready to go all the way this time.

**Themes**: Corruption, Growth

**Season**: Any

**Reputation Requirement**: Infamy 2

**Difficulty**: 1.5

**Crystals**: Feminization 1, Masculinization 1, Feralization 1, Growth 1, Corruption 1, Permanent Stabilizer 1

**Walk-In**: A shrouded figure hurries its way through the door, pulling off the heavy jacket it was using to hide itself and tossing it carelessly in one of the chairs at the front of the room. Quinn sighs, looking around to make sure she wasn't followed. "We're alone? Good." She pops her neck, rolling out her shoulder at the same time. "Don't wanna be seen like this if I don't have to. I spent too much time makin' a name for myself for it to get out that "Razortooth Quinn" is actually a normal-ass mook.”
       She looks down at you, her expression serious. "I'm gonna level with you here--shit's gone well for the past few weeks. Real well. I'm not just trying to scrounge up cash or push stragglers off my turf anymore; I'm building up a name and a brand. Bumping shoulders with big names, that kinda thing." She raises a hand, looking at the fleshy appendage. "With the body you gave me, I had more than just power or fear, I had respect. I ain't giving that up. So I want you to dial me in, and make this next change last for good." She smirks, popping her hands on her hips. "But don't think I'll just be satisfied with how things went last time, I need MORE. I'm good for the money, so I'm pullin' out all the stops this time. I want anyone who lays their eyes on me to know I'm the goddamn boss, and I mean it. I want the height, the strength, the sex, the power, give me all you got!"

**Entering Chamber**: Quinn takes a deep breath before walking into the chamber, mentally preparing herself to cast aside her human body for good. "Don't hold back," she says bluntly, crossing her arms as the chamber doors begin to close her in.

**Leaving Chamber**: The chamber doors open with a hiss of steam and a flow of hot air rushing into the room. Slowly, the figure inside the chamber bends down, crouching slightly to ease itself out of the relatively small chamber before stretching out fully.

**Superb**: As she stretches, the scraps of Quinn's old clothes slough off her into a sad pile of loose fabric, which she carelessly steps out of as she walks to the mirror. She chuckles dryly as she sees the mirror isn't even on her eye level anymore, forcing her to kneel just to look into her own eyes.
       Quinn smiles as she looks at her new face. It isn't the face of a brute; with the simultaneous influx of masculine and feminine energy, she's become something of androgynous beauty and strength, helped along with a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and scales that run all the way up to her jawline. A long tongue runs over sharp fangs as she stands up to her full height, over eight feet total, and runs her powerful scaled hands down her body. They grope her full breasts, each filling and overflowing her hands, flowing down over tight abs, around flared hips, and down to thick, strong legs. "I couldn't have asked for more," she purrs, voice low and raspy. "Jace Quinn isn't a thug no more, she's a goddamn Queen."
       Quinn turns, her footsteps thudding against the ground as she approaches without a care for her own nudity before leaning down, tilting your head up with a clawed hand so your gaze meets hers. "You've outdone yourself again, pal. Say hello to the underground's new number one--once I make my way back into the scene, I'll be the one calling the shots. I'll show 'em I'm not the same street trash that first crawled into your office." She stands fully, moving back to the jacket she'd dropped and draping it over her shoulders. She can't even get it closed, but it seems to bother her little, and she saunters out of the front with the confidence of an icon. "See you later... partner."

**Good**: The sound of tearing echoes through the chamber as Quinn stretches, her wider frame ripping seams and making new holes in her shabby clothes. She saunters over to the mirror, bending over so she can investigate her new body.
       Quinn smiles with satisfaction as she traces her claws across her stronger jawline, feeling her claw clink across her toughened scales. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Same as last time, maybe a little better.” She stretches, nearly a foot taller than before she went in the chamber, and looks over her body. “Full chest, thick muscles, bangin’ ass… I’ve got the whole package, now.” She moves around a little, watching her body sway. “Somethin’ feels a little off, though. It’s not all quite workin’ together like I’d hoped. Still, I can hardly complain.”
       Slowly, she makes her way back to the front room, picking up the jacket and draping it over her torn shirt. “Might as well keep myself under wraps on the way home… It’d be a hell of a thing to work this hard and end up gettin’ picked up for public indecency.” She smirks, trying to adjust the tight jacket on her larger frame. “I may be finished myself, but don’t think you’ve seen the last of me yet. I think we can make this a beautiful partnership, once I’ve got goons of my own.” She grins before turning to saunter out the door. “See you, dork. I have a meeting with destiny.”

**Disappointing**: Quinn stretches, her clothes creaking a little as her slightly larger frame strains at the seams. She suddenly frowns and stops, flexing hard and causing a small pop from her jeans as a new hole rips open. “Ah, good. Had me worried there for a second.” She hums, moving over to the mirror.
       “Not your best work,” she states bluntly, a small frown on her face as she traces over her face with a hand. “Hell, I think I looked better last time. This new face is too butch. I’m not goin’ as much for the bruiser look anymore, I want people to think I’m in charge.” She pulls back, straightening up and looking over her body. “I ain’t that much taller, either. If it weren’t for the fatter tits, I wouldn’t think you’d done anything different this time.” Clawed hands heft her larger breasts, wincing slightly as her reflection mirrors her. “Those don’t fuckin’ work with this face. I look like a freak.”
       She sighs, turning and looking at you with a scowl. “Alright, pal. I know you can do better than this. I’ve seen you do better than this. I’ll make this work for now, but you’d better believe I’ll be in for a fixer soon. I’m tryin’ to be queen of my own gang over here. I can’t settle for anything less than your best. Got me?” she grumbles, tossing on her jacket and stalking towards the door before slamming it shut, causing several passersby to flinch and back away from her as she stomps off.

**Rejection**: Quinn walks over to the mirror, her eyes widening in shock as she stares at herself. “This has gotta be some kind of mistake.” She turns to you, pointing at herself. Her face is marred with patchy scales and facial hair, one eye slitted like a lizard’s and the other unchanged. “The hell happened? I came here to turn into an icon, not a fuckin’ lab accident!”
       Gnarled hands grab at your collar, lifting you slightly off the ground. “Alright, pal. I’m only gonna say this once-- you’re fixing this, now. And maybe, just maybe, once I’ve cooled off we can THINK about giving this another try.” She snarls, her nails digging holes into your shirt. “I wouldn’t try to screw me again, either. I’m not just a cheap thug anymore, so don’t think you can treat me like one.”

## The Big Bad Bruiser IV

**Application Summary**: Razortooth Quinn is back, and this time it's her men she wants some changes to.

**Themes**: Corruption

**Season**: Any

**Reputation Requirement**: Infamy 2

**Difficulty**: 1.5

**Crystals**: Masculinization 2, Feralization 2, Corruption 2, Month Stabilizer 2

**Walk-In**: A massive figure flanked by two smaller ones appears in the doorway. One of the smaller figures opens the door, revealing a tall, bestial form crammed into an expensive longcoat. "Hey there, pal," Quinn says jovially, striding into the room and taking a long drag off a cigarette hanging from between two sharp fangs. "It's been a while. You seem to be doin' alright. Business is good here, too... Got my own little outfit, now. In fact, I was comin' to see you about that partnership I mentioned."
       She pushes both men forwards by the collar, forcing them to stand in front of her. They're stockily-built thugs, although compared to the densely-muscled lizardess behind them they look practically malnourished. "My boys here just did me proud, and I figured I'd treat 'em to a reward. Give 'em a nice touch-up, wouldja? Just for a month, to give 'em a taste for it. And keep it on-brand, if you catch my drift." She winks knowingly.

**Entering Chamber**: Quinn's goons step forwards into the chamber, and once they're out of earshot she leans down to whisper in your ear. "Don't make 'em bigger or scarier 'n me, alright? They've gotta remember who's the boss bitch around here."

**Leaving Chamber**: Quinn watches with marked interest as the doors open, steam leaking into the room as two male shapes step forwards into the room.

**Superb**: She smirks with satisfaction as the two stretch, bedecked in green scales and sharp fangs just like their boss. Their clothes are beginning to tear around their thick, dense musculature, revealing scaled bodies as strong as armor. "Now that's a work of art, right there." Quinn grins ferally, beckoning the two over so she can examine them. "A real rush, ain't it boys? Maybe if you're good, the next time I bring you it can be for keeps." She winks at you, pressing a wad of bills on the desk with a clawed hand. "Thanks a bundle, pal. I'll be back."

**Good**: She nods approvingly as the two stretch and yawn, coated in greenish-brown scales. Their clothes strain to hold their bulkier frames, much like their boss the first time she'd come to your door. "Just what I've come to expect from your clinic, pal. A fine job." She calls the two over, smirking and turning them around to inspect them. "Now there's two real cutters if I ever saw 'em. Should put the fear of God in the Rooks if they try edging in on our territory again." She smirks, pressing a wad of cash into your hand before leading her men out the door.

**Disappointing**: She frowns slightly as the two stretch, their joints popping as they shamble out of the chamber. "They're lookin' a little lean, if you ask me. You sure they were in for long enough?" She looks the two over, her frown deepening. "Not your finest hour, pal. Something wrong with the machine, today?" She sighs, shaking her head. "Well, it'll do. They're lookin' a bit sharper at least. I hope you can do a bit better the next time I bring in any of my guys. I have a reputation to uphold."

**Rejection**: She grimaces as the two shamble out of the chamber, limbs askew and gangly. "Oh, Christ. What happened in there, pal? They look like a freakin' horror show!" She turns, looking down on you with a disapproving glare. "My boys ain't no use to me like this. I'm not leaving until you fix 'em, and you better not expect me to shell out for this trash."