MRI

Emma sat in the waiting room of the clinic, nervously tapping her foot against the cool tile floor. The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, and a nurse typing away at the desk behind her. As she took in the muted gray walls and the quiet hum of machines, nervousness twisted in her stomach. She had always been claustrophobic, so the promise of being slid into a cold, metallic tube set her on edge.

The nurse called her name, and Emma stood up, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Following the nurse down a sterile corridor, she glanced at the posters on the walls—bright, cheerful images of harpies, smiling mermaids, and inspiring quotes. She wished she could feel the comfort they exuded.

“Hi, Emma,” the nurse said with a warm smile. “I’m Angela. I’ll be with you today.” Emma nodded, returning the smile, albeit weakly. Angela led her into a small room filled with medical equipment. The centerpiece was what looked like an MRI machine. The device itself, a large, cylindrical machine that looked both futuristic and intimidating.

“Alright, let’s go over a few things before we start,” Angela said, her voice calm and reassuring. She explained the procedure, her explanation well practiced from many procedures. “You’ll lie down on the sliding table, and I’ll position you so that your legs are inside the scanner. It’ll make a series of noises during the scan, which can be quite loud, but I’ll give you some earplugs to help. You need to hold still for about 30 minutes. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just squeeze this red button, and I’ll come right in.”

Emma nodded, her stomach churning slightly at the thought of being encased in that machine. Despite Angela’s soothing presence, anxiety prickled at her thoughts. What if it hurts.

“Do you have any questions?” Angela prompted. Emma paused for a moment before asking, “Is it really loud in there?”

“It can be,” Angela said with an understanding nod. “But the sounds are just the machine doing its job. It can be a little strange at first, but it’s completely normal.”

With that, Angela directed Emma to lie down on the table. Taking another deep breath, Emma reclined, feeling the firmness of the surface beneath her. She was grateful for the coolness of the air conditioning, which contrasted the warmth of her skin. Angela placed a pillow under her head for comfort and placed a warm blanket over Emma. “You’ll need to take off your clothing before we can begin” Angela said. She carefully folded the clothing Emma handed her as she positioned Emma within the machine.

“Okay, you’re all set. Just relax, and I’ll be right here monitoring you,” Angela said, placing the earplugs gently in Emma's ears. As Angela stepped out of the room, Emma’s heart raced; suddenly, the space felt much smaller.

The sliding motion of the table brought her legs closer to the mouth of the machine. With each inch she moved inside, the walls seemed to close in. She fought the urge to panic, focusing instead on her breathing—slow and steady. But the whirring and clicking began almost immediately, a symphony of mechanical sounds mixed with her own heartbeat.

A mechanical voice called out “Hold you breath”.

The MRI machine hummed softly as it worked, sending out waves of energy that caused her legs to tingle and buzz. She felt a strange sensation, as if her legs were being pulled together, melding into one. It was not unpleasant, but rather a feeling of warmth and pressure that seemed to radiate upwards from her feet.

“Relax” it instructed.

The sounds continued—some sharp and rapid, others low and thrumming—but Emma stayed determined, counting seconds in her head, breathing deeply, channeling her strength.

After a series of loud thumps the voice returned “Hold your breath”.

She felt the machine move slightly around her, signaling a new sequence. As the machine moved up her thighs, the sensation became more intense. She could feel the bones in her legs shifting, rearranging themselves to fit the new form that was taking shape. It was a strange feeling, but not uncomfortable. In fact, she found herself becoming aroused by the sensation.

“Relax” it instructed again

As the machine moved up her waist, the sensation became even more intense. Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt her hips and pelvis begin to shift and change.

The machine whirred loudly. The energy being sent out by the machine was causing her mound to throb and pulse with excitement. She moaned softly, trying not to squirm as the sensation became more and more intense. She could feel herself on the verge of orgasm as her vagina moved, and she closed her eyes, breathing hard from the pleasure that was washed over her.

Angela looked over at Emma, she was used to such reactions from patients. She continued to work calmly and efficiently. “Try to stay as still as you can.”

Once again the machine’s robotic voice chimed again “Hold you breath”.

She took a deep breath in and with that the movement of the machine continued, slowly making its way up Emma’s torso. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen being reshaped, the skin on her stomach stretching and reforming. Her muscles becoming taught and firm.

The machine kept its slow march upwards without new instruction, towards her chest, Emma felt her breasts swell and grow, taking on the distinctive shape and curve. Her nipples hardened, and she could feel the her breasts push on the skin of her chest.

“Relax” Emma was relieved and adjusted to accommodate her new size.

The machine shifted back towards Emma's waist.  She could feel the scales beginning to emerge, tiny at first, like goosebumps on her skin. Scales sprouted down her legs as the machine thumped and whirred back down to her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut feeling her tail lengthening, The sensation was foreign but pleasurable as she tried to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her lips. 

Finally, the sounds began to fade, the reverberation in her body subsiding. After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Angela re-entered the room as the table slid back out from the machine. Emma blinked, squinting in the bright light.

“All done!” Angela announced, her voice cheerful. “You did great! I know it can be intense, but you held still like a champ. You’re clothing in in the bin over there.” Emma exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, relief washing over her.

 She stood up, wobbly at first, but quickly regaining her balance as she adjusted to her new body.

She looked down at herself, marveling at the changes that had taken place. Her legs were now merged into a long, sinuous tail, covered in shimmering scales. Her waist was narrow, and her hips wide, giving her a distinctive hourglass shape. Her breasts were full and firm, and her stomach was flat and muscular.

And her sex, now a slit and fully exposed, was swollen and sensitive. She reached down, touching herself gently, and shivered with pleasure as she felt the moisture between the folds of her new slit.

Out of habit she leaned over to put on her panties, Emma paused and giggled. “won’t be needing these anymore” she mused as she put her dress back on. her hands shaking with excitement. She wanted to feel her new body, to revel in the sensations that it brought. She looked down, her tail spread out behind her, and rubbed her hips gently as a smile crept across her face.