Clyde was a tad skeptical when stepping into the spa for the first time. He never really bought into the whole shtick of paying top dollar to have someone cover you in tree oil, and dunk you in mud to revitalize your body. It all just seemed like a waste of time, I mean, some of the advertisements here just made his eyes roll. Being reborn? Building a new self in both mind and body? These were pretty lofty promises. But, since some dope decided to get him a free pass for his secret Santa this year, I guess it couldn't hurt checking things out. Heck, he'd be getting treatment that some people would pay top dollar for, after all.

After signing in at the front desk, and signing a few forms that he barely skimmed through, he decided to look around. Dipping here and there between the steam rooms and massage parlors nothing really seemed to tickle his fancy. Then, at the end of the hall, he detected a distinctly earthy scent. Curious, he trotted over to the open doorway investigate. What lay in front of him was an entire room full of tubs filled to the brim with bubbling mud. At this point, he'd write it off as some crazy waste of money, and move on, but something seemed to draw him in. A strange curiosity moved him to the brim of one of the bigger tubs, as he looked into the giant pond of dirt and mud. Oddly curious, he dipped a hand into the viscous mixture, and felt the warmth spread across his palm and fingertips. Something about the feel of the slick mud between his fingers caused him to sigh in pleasure, dipping his other hand into the soupy mixture as he swirled them around the slick earthy sludge. He was almost lost in a trance, leaning in closer and closer, when suddenly, he heard a rip.

Broken out of his haze he turned around to investigate the source of the sound. The sound of tearing fabric started again, as he turned his body to discover that his jeans were shredding at the seams. As he puzzled himself over this, he suddenly realized how incredibly snug his shirt and pants really were. Seams strained and fabric creaked as his body began to wobble and shake with every step. He realized that it wasn't his clothes getting smaller, but his body which was getting larger. Suddenly freaking out, he jerked his hands out of the mud, seeing just how pudgy and bloated they started to look. Something was definitely wrong, he must be having some sort of reaction to whatever organic herbal crap they infuse these baths with. About to dash through the door, he suddenly slipped on a stray mud puddle on the floor, and found himself falling head first into the viscous stew. With a squeal, he suddenly found himself drenched in the herbal infused mess.

Splasing around the bath for a few moments, the struggle causes buttons to pop and seams to burst. Suddenly managing to grip the edge, he lurches himself to the floor.

Dripping with mud now. His belly sat heavily between his swelling legs. Pings were heard against the tile, as more and more buttons on his shirt continued to launch their way to freedom. As he tried to gain his footing, he realized something was starting to obscure his view. Thinking it was just a dollop of mud, he wiped it off with a bloated hand. What he discovered sent another high pitched squeal welling up into the back of his throat, as he realized that it wasn't mud that was piling over his face; It was his new snout.

Squealing wildly he thrashed and writhed on the floor buttons popping and fabric shredding as his body bloated and grew a fine layer of peach fuzz. His mind raced a mile a minute as his now hooved toes clacked on the floor. He tried to call for help, but all that came out was a squeal so high pitched, that nobody could recognize it as human. Terrified, he tried desperately to stop the transformation. He frantically tried to push the massive girth back into his middle as he grunted and huffed. As his bright new tusks formed he tried with all his power to pull them off. This wasn't what he was going to be! He could fix this! But after a few desperate tugs, he slowly started to lose his grip. His fingers began to stiffen, and his digits began to fuse. Soon his hands followed suit with his feet becoming his new stubby hooves. Grunting and squealing, he quickly lost his balance and fell to all fours.

As he tried to get upright again, his spine finally reformed, confining him to his new four legged gait, as a tail sprouted between his generous cheeks. Once he finally fell into his new posture, waves of euphoria began to spread across his mind. Slowly he began to forgot bits and pieces of his old life. Heck! Why was he even struggling? He began to sniff around. Grinning as he smelled the familiar earthy scent of the mud slick between his hooves. He buried his muzzle into the puddle and gave a full hardy snort. Happy to be within his new accommodations, he dropped to the ground with a thud, and rolled around in the pile of mud that accumulated around his feet.

Feeling satisfied with the new coat across his broad back, he decided to trot over to the pits to find an even bigger puddle to wallow in. Seeing now that the tubs had lowered to his level. He happily leaped in and fell with a massive splash. This treatment really did give him a full rebirth in body and mind. Maybe he should have read those forms a little more closely. But hey, why sweat little things like that when all you need is a pen, a trough, and a nice warm puddle of mud?

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So yeah, heh this was a just a little something I doodled in OC a while back. I really liked the way it came out, so I decided to detail and shade it a bit=3 Hope you all enjoy.

Apologies if the story's a tad darker this time. Heh, it just sorta unfolded that way as I was writing it upXD;;

Anyway, I might end up moving this to scraps if I color it, so for now, enjoy the doodle=P