Brandon 4 and the shopkeeper stepped into the room to find several escape pods still there, but were frustrated to find that the hatches were sealed tight.
"Told you this was a bad idea," the shopkeeper grumbled. At this point his large eyes were framed by dark eyelashes, with crimson eye shadow on their lids.
Brandon, whose eyelashes were similarly long and whose eyelids were now light blue, shot the shopkeeper a look. "I don't hear you have any bright ideas, buddy!"
"Identification, please," an automated voice sounded, preventing the pair from bickering further.
"Um... Brandon," the blue boy tried, facing towards the screen where the question had been asked.
"Error. None found," the robotic voice said, the screen flashing red.
"That won't work, we need to try something else," the shopkeeper said, shaking his head. The spiky hair which had sprouted from the back of each of their heads had grown long now, hanging down past each of their shoulders.
Brandon sighed, then tried again.
Brails giggled, as he saw just how easy Amy's problem was. "This should only take a moment," he said, grabbing a few tools. He dives into his task, working in a flurry of motion. Within six minutes the job was done, and Brails breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down. His seat was cushioned by a newly expanded butt, though Brails couldn't help but wince as he sat on the area near his twin tails. He glanced down, and could have sworn there was additional bulges above his ass next to his tails.
"Something wrong, Brails?" Amy asked.
Brankles, meanwhile, was doing his best to explain the situation to the group, who had called themselves team Chaotix. The task was made a little difficult, however, as his memory couldn't seem to decide what had happened, with large patches of things being completely fuzzy.
"You sure you're alright, Brankles?" Vector, the crocodilian one, asked.
"Um... yeah, I must just be coming down from that adrenaline rush, fighting that robot," he replied, as a red heard shaped patch began to emerge on his chest.
