Hey guys! Ignore Twenty-Fifteen Me, Twenty-Seventeen Me is speaking, and boy, do I have news for you! The answer to that previous question is yes! That news is that I realised that with my turnover rate, doing an extra caption a month for, like, seven people to see was a bit of a waste of time! So this page is available to all now! The bourgeoisie has been overthrown! Long live the proletariat!
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B01: GRATITUDE
Niko was a doctor. He led a happy life - he owned his own small clinic, he made good money, he enjoyed the gratifying feeling of improving people’s lives - but he always felt that something was missing. Something… but he could never quite figure out what. Little did he know, however, that very soon he would…
One day, a very odd patient came in. She was a young woman, seemingly in her mid-20s, with black hair flowing down to her hips. She wore a hat and, strangely, a shirt that seemed rather too big for her. She sat on the clinic’s seat and told Niko her symptoms.
“Sounds simple enough.” replied the doctor, in his reassuring tones. “Just a case of Aurufrios Disease. It’ll clear up after a while.”
Suddenly, the woman grabbed Niko’s arms. “N-no! I’ve g-got to have a cure.... Now!!” she seemed close to tears.
“But it’s only…” Niko began, puzzled, before he was interrupted.
“N-not for m-m-my kind…” mumbled the woman. Something snaked its way out from under her abnormally baggy shirt, and she took her hat off. There were cat ears under there! And the thing under her shirt was… a tail! “I-I’m a n-n-neko. Aurufrios D-d-disease is fatal to my k-kind. If I d-d-don’t h-have a cure in a f-few hours… I’ll…” she began to sob. Niko couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
“I’ll… head into the back to see if we’ve got anything.” And, conveniently for the plot woman, he did. He poured some a pale blue liquid he had found into a syringe. He was uneasy- would this work? After all, this cure had been engineered for humans, and… well, never mind. It was the only chance she had, and Niko wasn’t about to let a patient die. It was only a small clinic, after all, not a damn hospital.
With shaky hands, Niko injected half of the contents of the syringe into the young woman’s arm… and suddenly, the room was bathed in light! The neko-woman was glowing, light flickering around her body randomly, and, about thirty second later, the light faded, and she was smiling.
“Yay! It worked!” she intoned, in a very perky voice for someone who had had a life-threatening disease thirty seconds ago.
“H-how did you…”
“Hmm? Oh the light. I’m a neko, silly! I have magic powers! I was extrapolating the cure to cover my whole body and suit the needs of myself, so that I could be cured quickly!” Niko was thoroughly nonplussed at the whole magic thing. He was a man of science… or so his horoscope said. The neko continued to talk. “My name’s Kathy, by the way. And you--” she booped Niko on the nose “--have just saved my life.”
“Well, I… I mean, I only found the… stuff… you did the whole, erm… you know… magic extrapolation thing.”
“Oh, pish-tosh.” Kathy waved away the rebuttal. “You saved my life, and you deserve a reward. There must be something you want… something missing…” Kathy stared at Niko, and suddenly, the young doctor felt as if he was being read like a book. He was missing something, he wanted to tell her, he just didn’t know what . “Ah! That’s it!” shouted Kathy suddenly, and Niko jumped. “I’ve figured out what you’re missing!” A blue light gathered in her hands for a few seconds, and then she threw it and it sank into Niko’s chest. “‘Kay, see ya round!” Kathy popped her hat back on, tucked her tail back under her shirt, and skipped away merrily.
“Wait! What did you just…?” Niko called after her.
“You’ll see!” came the distant reply.
Niko stood for a few seconds, confused. He was about to shrug the whole escapade off as a surreal daydream caused by extreme boredom when a tingling coated his entire body. Around his lower back, the tingling was accompanied by a tickle, and he saw that his hair had turned blonde and had grown down all the way to his hips! “But… that’s not…” he whispered, and realised that his voice wasn’t quite right, and that his face had stopped tingling. He looked into a nearby mirror and saw that his face had shrunk into a heart-shaped, with a tiny nose and wide, green eyes, plus a little red cross hairband on top. He felt the tingling stop in his arms too, and his sleeves began receding (leaving the cuffs behind, strangely) to reveal their new slim, hairless form. His red-rimmed shirt clamped tight against his body now, and Niko gasped as he felt his waist being pushed inward, his tight clothes revealing the beginnings of an hourglass figure. He looked down and saw his shirt extend a little, just past his hips, and then his trousers simply disappeared, revealing that his socks had crept up his legs and turned into suspended stockings. He felt the tingling intensify and gradually fade in his legs as the shins slimmed down and thighs got thicker, his hips widening to accommodate this. Something was momentarily squeezed between Niko’s thighs before it receded, leaving a strange emptiness in its place. Niko seemed unfazed by the fact that she was now a woman - either that, or she was too shocked for a reaction to register - but a new feeling snapped her out of it. She felt a jolt in her chest, like the initial magical strike was returning, and she leaned over backwards as two small bumps appeared on her chest, growing into petite breasts. She stood up straight again, and looked down to see that her shirt’s neckline had moved down to reveal just a tiny bit of cleavage. She thought it was over, until a second jolt struck her and she collapsed forward, now clutching the side of the patient’s bed for support, her round, shapely ass sticking into the air. She began moaning in pleasure, and as she moaned, her breasts expanded, and as they grew bigger the pleasure got better, so she moaned even louder, so her breasts got even bigger so the pleasure got better and better and better so she moaned louder and louder and louder and her breasts got bigger and bigger and bigger and the pleasure got better and better and better and better until it was unbearable and it stopped leaving Niko gasping. Having got her breath back, she stood up straight, admiring her enormous, luscious boobs, with a plunging neck of her coat that revealed an incredible chasm of cleavage. She smiled. Of course! That had been what was missing! She should never have been Niko… she should always have been Nikki!
Nikki took a look around her clinic. To the outside world, it seemed, she actually had always been Nikki, and Niko had never existed. Her smile grew. Everything was just the way it should be. She picked up a clipboard and syringe, which still contained some the liquid she had cured Kathy with, and called into the now-occupied waiting room.
“Next!”
B02: FIREWORKS
Matt loved fireworks. He absolutely adored them, in fact. Whenever there was a big fireworks display in town, or, indeed, a small one, Matt would be the first one there, waiting for the sounds of whirring and banging to fill the air.
As such, it was only natural that, when Dr. Combusta rolled up, Matt was greatly excited. Combusta was the greatest pyrotechnician of them all! His incredible feats had earned him a great deal of respect from his scientific peers, and general slack-jawed admiration from the general public as his spectacular works filled the sky with expertly-shaped fireballs and explosions. What was more, it was said by some (including Matt) that Combusta was a wizard. As in, literally, a magical, spell-casting wizard, and that one or two people who went to his shows were never quite the same afterwards…
Anyway, the night came soon enough, and Matt, as usual, was right at the front of the crowd. After far too long a wait, a seemingly ordinary van pulled up, then parked with its back door facing the people. For a few moments, there was an apprehensive silence… then a tall man in an eccentrically-tailored purple suit and hat burst out, accompanied by a pair of rockets that spiralled up through the sky before exploding and taking the form of enormous, fiery dragons with a great roar! The fiery beasts shimmered and twirled through the air for a few seconds before crashing into one another and bursting in a shimmer of brightly-coloured sparks. Dr. Combusta grinned.
“And that’s just for starters.”
And with that, the van exploded, sending a great mass of fire speeding into the sky before breaking into a million tiny pieces and reforming as a great face, which smirked and winked at the whooping crowd before it burst itself. When the dust settled, Dr. Combusta spoke again.
“So.” He began. “Hello. Hi. Yes. Now. As you may or may not know, my name is Dr. Combusta. Now, I know someone’s going to ask me the question I’m about to answer, so I’ll get it out the way now. I have a doctorate of awesomeness.” The crowd laughed. “So, anyway, I do have more fireworks than just that lot. But first, I’d like to say this: Tonight! One lucky person here will win a life-changing experience! Of course, I’m not telling you what it is - that’d spoil the surprise - but the winner’s gonna know it’s them before the show’s over. Now! Onto the good stuff.”
BANG.
From nowhere, a cavalcade of fireworks appeared, dashing into the sky and ripping apart, but Matt didn’t get to see any further than that. For once in his life, there was something that distracted him from the fireworks. He was completely coated by a strange tingling feeling, and he couldn’t trace where it was coming from. What’s more, all of his clothes had turned a pinky-lilac colour and gained a flower pattern.
BANG.
More fireworks, and Matt felt himself shrink down a bit as the tingling intensified.
BANG.
His brown hair extended massively, flying out behind him and settling, flowing nearly down to his hips, while his face rounded into a heart shape; his nose shrinking as his eyes widened and turned purple.
BANG.
He stared at his hands, held in front of his face, watching in amazement as his arms slimmed down and became shorter.
BANG.
A sensual, feminine “Ooh…” slipped from his newly-changed lips as he ran his hands along his slimming waist and widening hips.
BANG.
“Oh!” popped out of Matt’s mouth as his butt puffed backwards, causing him to lean forwards as his shapely new ass pushed against the kimono his clothes had become.
BANG.
He stood up straight as his shins became thinner and his thighs grew thicker, squeezing something between his legs momentarily before it disappeared. Matt blushed, realising her new gender as she assessed her near-perfect curves. There was still one thing missing, however. Well, two things, really…
BANG.
Matt felt a jolt in her chest as two little bumps pushed their way out. They weren’t visible under her kimono, but the extra weight was still noticeable.
BANG.
The bumps pushed out a bit more. Now they were just about visible under her kimono, but, thanks to its bagginess, her chest still seemed pretty flat overall.
BANG.
The bumps exploded out this time and her kimono slipped down, causing Matt to grab it, blushing. Now her gown exposed the wonderful cleavage exposed by her huge, sexy boobs. Mia turned from the fireworks, smiling. No-one else seemed to have noticed, but she knew that she was the lucky winner...
B03: LAZY SUNDAY
Sunday was Hiran’s favourite day of the week. He never had to work on a Sunday, in contrast to Saturday’s usual double shift, so he’d just spend the entire day lounging around, watching TV, eating snacks, that kinda thing, in just boxers and a jumper.
This particular Sunday went… a little differently.
He woke up at around 10am, but didn’t get up until 11. Curiously, when he did get up, he found that he seemed a little shorter than before. Oh well. He was probably just a bit groggy. He quickly pulled on some white boxers and a dark grey jumper, and trudged to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Breakfast, unsurprisingly, was nothing fancy, just a bowl of Coco Pops. Hey, it was easy to make, and after all, this was Lazy Sunday. Far too often, however, Hiran found himself brushing his long, black hair away from his mouth… which was odd, as his hair was short and brown. He put his bowl in the sink, but before he dropped the spoon in after, he checked out his reflection, with his hair tied back in pigtails with little mismatched hairclips, not to mention his cute little face with wide, yellow eyes.
After breakfast, he sat himself on his bed in front of the TV for a bit. As he watched, he felt a slight chill in his stomach. He absent-mindedly rubbed it, but wasn’t fully aware of what the chill meant. His stomach was, in fact, flattening down, the slight muscles on Hiran’s abs smoothing out, and his waist curved in. He went to get a drink, and as he picked up a can of cola and a white candy bar-thing with strawberries on top, he saw that his jumper’s sleeves seemed a tad baggier than before. With a vague interest, he pulled one up, revealing a slim, hairless arm. For some reason, however, this didn’t perturb him, and he went straight back to the TV.
As he lay on his side, drinking deep and quick, his legs began to feel a tad uncomfortable. He shuffled them around a bit, but just couldn’t get his position right. Unbeknownst to him, this was because of their form altering, his thighs puffing out and his shins slimming down. He finished his drink and a soft, feminine “Oooh…” slipped from his lips as he felt his hips pull out wide to the side and his butt puff out into a shapely ass. There was a strange sensation between his legs, and then his boxers shrank into panties to reveal that Hiran was a woman.
Rather than any kind of shock, Hiran simply looked down there. She touched her hand to her groin, confirming to herself what had happened, then shrugged and started eating the candy bar. It was around then that she felt a slight itchy, tugging sensation in her chest. Without taking her eyes off the TV, she scratched there, and found that it was much more sensitive than normal. She scratched harder, and found that it felt good. She cupped her hands over her chest and began to massage it, gently at first, getting more and more vigorous as she felt two mounds of flesh beneath them, getting bigger and bigger in response to the rubbing. She let out a moan of pleasure as her breasts finished expanding, two large, but not burdensome, boobs resting on her chest, not-inconsiderable cleavage revealed by the plunging v-neck her jumper had developed. Hira sat up, surveying her new form, caressing her curves. She blushed slightly at the full realisation of her new gender…
Then lay back down to finish her candy bar. This was Lazy Sunday, after all.
B04: AFFECTION
Lars was sitting in his garden one day, just chilling out, maxing, relaxing, all cool, when he saw his dog come out the back door. Her name was Cailey, brown fur, medium size. Lars didn’t know what breed she was. He smiled as his canine companion bounded up to him.
“Hey, girl.” He said, stroking her head. “How you doing today?” The dog barked and Lars laughed. “Heh. Figures.” Suddenly, Cailey jumped up on Lars’ lap and started licking his face. “Whoa, hey! Down, girl!” He said loudly, getting up and carefully depositing Cailey on the swing chair, then, muttering to himself, “Weird, she’s never been so… affectionate before.” And then Cailey barked again and leapt, bowling Lars over. As Lars lay on the ground, Cailey jumped on top of him and began to lick his face again. Lars flailed around for a second before grabbing the dog and lifting her off with some effort and standing up.
“Jeez, what’s got into you today?” Wondered Lars aloud.
“Just… just givin’ you a present is all. I mean, if you don’t like it, I could…” Replied the dog.
“No, it’s f-- wait. When did you learn how to talk?”
“I’ve always been able to talk.”
“And you didn’t think it might be a good idea to speak up when I was on trial for stealing the Mona Lisa, even though you knew I hadn’t done it?”
“I wasn’t allowed in the courthouse!”
“...Fine. Whaddya mean by ‘present’, anyway?”
“Wait and see.” responded Cailey cryptically.
Lars opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, he felt a strange sensation on top of his head. He put his hands there and found two small furry triangles, and they were growing. As they grew, he found that his hearing was improving, and he realised what they were: they were ears. Dog ears, even! He put his hands to the sides of his head and felt the last traces of his original, human ears vanish into nothingness. “What the hell…” he murmured, when the strange sensation resurged just above his rump, and he looked down and around to see a tail pushing itself out, swaying slightly back and forth. Adding two and two, Lars turned back towards Cailey.
“So this is your present? You’ve turned me into a dog person?”
“Yep” responded Cailey, her muzzle twisting into something like a smirk, “But you’ve got a bit of a way to go yet.”
Lars raised an eyebrow, wondering what the dog might mean by that, when his face began tingling. He ran inside to his bedroom, then turned towards the full-length mirror in there to see that his eyes had turned purple and his face was beautiful, and then his brown hair began flowing downwards, reaching the middle of his belly before stopping. He looked around and ran his hand through it, feeling its luxuriant smoothness, when he suddenly felt dizzy, and by the time he looked back to the mirror he’d shrunk about 7 inches. There was a ripping noise just then, and he looked down to see his jeans’ legs tearing themselves off, leaving a pair of very short denim shorts. As Lars’ thighs became a bit thicker, seemingly in response to the newfound slenderness of his shins, the shorts grew with them, and continued to do so as his hips grew out to the sides and his butt swelled into a big, round ass. The shorts were very tight, now, yet there was no bulge on the crotch. Lars put a hand there and blushed, feeling how smooth the area was and realising her femininity.
Looking, now, at her arms, she saw them becoming shorter and slimmer as hair receded from them. Her shirt became tighter on her slimming waist and belly, and a bit shorter, exposing her belly button. Pressure began to build up inside her, focusing mainly on her chest. She began to moan as the pressure increased, becoming incredibly strong, until, with a high-pitched, canine yelp, it suddenly flowed outwards, bursting the shirt open and filling the newly-formed bra with two ample breasts.
Lucy examined her new body for a little while, blushing furiously as she caressed her new curves and squeezed her boobs. Then she smiled. This was nice. She tied her shirt together beneath her bra - the buttons wouldn’t do up anymore, and besides, why wouldn’t she want to show off this cleavage? - and dashed back outside…
Where she found another dog girl, quite a bit shorter than her, and with a very different outfit: a short, black skirt, which was worn at an angle which exposed the strap of a pair of pink panties, and a midriff-exposing top with a deep v-neck, which exposed cleavage created by boobs much larger than Lucy’s.
“Hey!” said the new girl. “You turned out nicely!”
It took Lucy a moment to figure it out. “Cailey…?”
“Yep, that’s me!”
“How did you turn me into a dog-girl?”
“Magic, duh!”
“Right. Thanks. So… are all dogs really dog-people?”
“No, just a few. Like you and me! And now that we’re both dog-girls, we can be best friends forever!” She leapt forward and hugged Lucy, her head resting on her boobs, and Lucy hugged her right back. As she enjoyed her former pet’s warm embrace, a few stray thoughts entered her mind… What powers did she have now? Could she turn other people into dog-girls, too? And… was Cailey into girls? She smiled, and hugged the smaller girl tighter. That one was probably the most important...
B05: BRIDESMAID
For Olly, it was just another ordinary day, chilling out, playing videogames, watching TV, when his friend Raina gave him a call. “Hey, wassup?” he answered promptly.
“I need you to get over to my house! Now!” she sounded panicky.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Just get over here!” And she hung up.
“Well, whatever. She does sound like she needs help.” Olly thought to himself, getting up and heading out.
It wasn’t long before he’d arrived at Raina’s flat. “There you are! Come on, come on, in you get!” she said, dragging Olly inside.
Within, he saw that almost everything had been boxed up. “Already prepared, huh?” he asked.
“Well, duh. The wedding’s only in two days, and I’m moving in with Sam straight after. Anyway, yeah. The wedding! That’s why I called you over!”
“I thought you had everything prepared for once! Dammit, Raina, why do you always leave these things till the last minute?”
“I did! But apparently, Verity’s broken her leg - she fell off her motorbike--”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I know, but the point is, she can’t make it on Saturday, so I need a new bridesmaid!”
“So, what, I’m meant to ask around while you…?”
Raina giggled a little at that. “No, silly, you’re going to be the new bridesmaid!”
“What?” Olly stepped back a little. “But… I can’t be a bridesmaid! I’m a dude!”
“Well, you are at the minute.” she conceded. “But…” she picked up a headband from on top of a box next to her. the band itself was very elaborate, with leaf-shaped protrusions at regular intervals, and there were two purple roses on one side. “If you wear this, it’ll turn you into a woman until you take it off again!”
“But… I…”
“Come on… it’s only for one day! And, y’know, I do kinda need a bridesmaid. It’s kinda important. So, what I’m saying here is… pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase?”
“Okay, fine.”
“Great! Let’s try it now!”
“What?”
“Well, you need to know your female body. It’d be difficult to be bridesmaid if you kept falling over!”
“...I guess?”
“Here you go.” She handed him the headband.
“Alright, here goes nothing…” He lifted the accessory and carefully placed it atop his head…
Instantly, he shrank a few inches as his hair turned a purple to match the roses and grew massively, tumbling down until it reached his chest, framing a face that was softening, becoming very cute with wide, turquoise eyes and a small, cute nose. His body hair receded, and his arms slimmed down considerably. His t-shirt turned white and the sleeves broke off, sliding to just above his elbows before stretching into skintight gloves, while the rest of his top pulled in tight, forcing his waist to curve inward, forming the beginnings of an hourglass figure. It then began to merge with his trousers, the white spreading into them before the two legs fused into one and phoomphed out, becoming a dress.
Beneath the new dress, Olly could feel, but not see, his hips pulling out to the side and his butt plumping up into a soft, round ass. His boxers began to recede, pulling up his legs until they were a pair of silk panties that were, Olly found, embarrassingly comfortable… he was definitely a woman now. Her legs gradually became feminine, with thicker thighs and thinner shins forming a gentle curve with her wide hips and slim stomach, leading up to a flat chest But not for long.
The straps on her dress vanished, the dress itself pulling down so that it only covered halfway up her chest… her… growing chest. There were two lumps on it, small, but noticeable, and they were getting bigger, and very sensitive. Olly moaned in pleasure at the new sensation of the fabric pulling tight against her swelling breasts, which only kept growing, bigger and bigger, finally stopping only when they had become big, beautiful, bouncy boobs. With a high-pitched “Mmm…”, Olly opened her eyes and surveyed her female form.
“I look… amazing…” she breathed, running her hands over her face, her waist, her hips, her breasts…
“You do indeed.” remarked Raina, smirking and pulling Olly back into reality. “Now, can you walk?”
Olly took a few tentative steps forward, soon becoming more confident. “Easy!”
“Good. Now we need a name…?”
“I think… Olivia.”
“Good. I’ll tell everyone you’re my cousin, mkay?”
“Sounds plausible.”
“Now… about that dress…”
“What about it? I look incredible in this!”
“Yeah, but it’s rude to upstage the bride by wearing white, and you know what Sam’s like when she’s not the centre of attention.”
“Fine, I guess. One more thing, though…”
Raina raised an eyebrow in response.
“Can I keep the headband after the wedding? This feels… so good…”
B06: TREASURE!
Malcolm certainly led an exciting life. He lived in a small village, the kind where everyone knew each other, but he was hardly ever actually there. No, usually he would be going on globe-spanning adventures, fighting villains, evading traps and, most importantly, finding treasure. With his determination, there was nowhere he couldn’t go.
It’s entirely possible he modelled himself on Indiana Jones.
Whatever the case, one day he was to be found on a pleasant English beach, which was curiously empty. Not the most exciting of locales, perhaps, but he knew better; he knew that there was a precious and powerful treasure hidden somewhere beneath the sand. He tipped his hat to protect his eyes fo the sun, and began searching for the telltale varieties of igneous rock that signified the location of the treasure. In a beach this size, he expected it to take forever, but not five minutes later, he was digging.
“Come on…” he muttered to himself, gritting his teeth as he shovelled sand and dirt out from before him, fervently hoping that he was right… and he was! “Haha!” he laughed triumphantly, lifting the treasure from beneath the ground. It was contained, as expected, in a gnarled brown chest. Grinning like a madman, he hastily lifted the lid, which was curiously was unlocked, unveiling the glorious haul of precious gemstones within. “OK, so there’s the precious part…” he thought to himself, “Now, what about the powerful?” He reached into the bag and lifted out a blue gemstone, just the right size to fit in his hand, via a black string attached to it, making it into a necklace. The stone seemed to catch the light and intensify it: it was positively glowing, and it was getting brighter! Curious, he moved the stone under the shade of his hand, and the brightness of the glow stabilised; putting it back in the sunlight, the brightness began increasing again. “Solar-powered…” grinned Malcolm. “But what’s it powering?”
As if in answer to his question, a beam of light shot up from the top of the stone, spreading, molding, becoming… a hologram! It seemed to be a life-sized model of a beautiful woman, but she had fox ears and no less than nine matching tails! In her hair was a band of alternating purple pearls and red fabric triangles, and she wore a white bikini with red lining that revealed ample cleavage. She bowed before speaking.
“Greetings. I am Queen Katsumi of the Great and Noble Kitsune Empire’s Earth Colony, and I bear grave news for my species.
“We arrived on this planet, in the regions known by humans as ‘Japan’ and ‘China’, in Earth-year 325. We have lived in peace among the humans for many years, with communities offering up candidates to join our ranks. However, as I record this message, in Earth-year 1079, we are being stigmatised. The humans are hunting us. Without a steady stream of humans to convert, our species will die out on this planet.”
Malcolm was absorbed in the story by this point. If he knew his mythology, Kitsune were mythical creatures found in both Japanese and Chinese mythology, with great magical power. They weren’t real, were they? Well, obviously they were… and they seemed to be alien in origin. Most curious indeed…
“However, I have devised a contingency plan.” continued the hologram. “I have hidden this device using magic, in a location unknown even to myself. Whatever the case, I have stored my genetic code, embellished by magic, on this device. If you are hearing this, you are about to turn into an exact replica of myself, as you see me now.”
“WHAT?” cried Malcolm, dropping the crystal in shock. The hologram continued speaking, regardless of his reaction.
“Fear not, whoever you may be; you will retain your own mind, and you will gain all of my magic power. It will become your prime directive to convert as many willing candidates as possible into more Kitsune, to ensure the survival of the species on Earth. The chest also contains tools to contact the Empress with once you have recruited enough Kitsune. Good luck with your mission,” she bowed again, “my queen.” With that, she flickered and vanished.
“Wha…?” Malcolm murmured, confused. He decided he’d better get some help on this one, when suddenly a beam of blue light from the crystal struck him. “Yaah!” When the beam faded, he took stock of his body. He was still him. He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God for that. I don’t wanna be no fox chick…” And then it occurred to him: yes, he did. That was exactly what he wanted. And as that revelation struck, the changes began.
First, all of his clothes vanished except for his vest and boxers, which had turned white with red lining, just like Katsumi’s bikini. He grabbed the sides of his head as his ears shrank away, instantly being replaced with tall, furry fox ears on top of his head. His hair turned blonde and began to spill out, growing down to his hips before being tied back by a hairband of the same sort worn by Katsumi. Although he couldn’t see it, he could feel his face shrinking, as if it was being pushed in by some invisible force, becoming shorter and rounder, with much wider, red eyes. His shoulders curved inwards, and the change spread down his arms, making them smooth and slender; indeed, the skin on his entire body was like that of his arms now. His vest swept up from his stomach, revealing a slim, sexy belly and a waistline that was sharply curved inwards. His hips expanded out to the sides, prompting his butt to swell up considerably. His boxers climbed up off of his legs as his thighs fattened up, forming a more natural curve with his expanded rear, which progressed down his shins, which slimmed down to achieve a similar, round shape. There was a sudden, pleasurable tingle between his legs, prompting a very feminine gasp to escape Malcolm’s lips, and the boxers pulled even tighter to expose her new gender. Suddenly, there was very disorienting feeling, centred at the base of her spine, causing her to fall onto all-fours, her round, shapely ass sticking in the air as, one by one, nine fox tails pushed their way out of her back, causing her to moan in pleasure. When the tails finished growing, she sat up, breathing heavily; she reached around and played with the end of one of her tails, mesmerised. She barely even noticed the neckline of her top plunge down, turning the garment fully into a bikini top. As if on cue, a pressure began building in her chest, snapping her out of her trance, but it didn’t hurt; quite the opposite, in fact. “Ooh… oooooh… oooooooooohhh…” she moaned, her cheeks burning red as she placed a hand on each side of her chest. The pressure kept on building, pleasure increasing along with it, until finally, with a high-pitched “AAAAH!” from Malcolm, it burst out, all at once, pushing the bikini top away as her chest formed itself into enormous, supple boobs.
With the transformation at last over, Queen Katsumi II looked herself over. She clicked her fingers and a spark appeared; she spread her hand out and it expanded into a flickering ball of flame; she clenched her fist and snuffed it out. “Cool.” she said to herself. Her mind remained mostly the same, but with the addition of new information about the Kitsune. An alien race from a few solar systems over, the Kitsune reproduce by taking willing volunteers from other, genetically similar species - such as humans, nekos and foxes - and changing them into more Kitsune. As they reproduce asexually in this manner, there is no need for sexual variation, so all Kitsune are female. Katsumi smiled to herself. That was her job here, so… she’d better get started...
B07: THAT PERFECT GIRL
Bryan and his friend Nami were strolling along the beach, heading for home after an entertaining day out. Nami wore a straw hat over her long, blue hair, tied back in bunches that flowed to her knees. She wore a red-and-white striped bikini and on her wrist was a friendship bracelet that Bryan had given her when they were seven years old. She was very pretty, and she knew it. And Bryan knew she knew it. And she probably knew Bryan knew she knew it, but Bryan knew that--
Stop trying to distract yourself, though Bryan. Just ask already. Bryan had been pining after Nami for as long as they’d known each other, but Nami had had a number of girlfriends over the past few years, so Bryan knew she wouldn’t be interested in him… except for one thing.
He’d recently met a witch, a few years his younger, named Kira. She had cast a spell on him to turn him into Nami’s perfect girl, but maintaining his mind, and everyone except him, Nmai and Kira would think he was always a girl. All he had to do was ask what Nami’s perfect girl would be. Well, here goes nothing. Nice knowing you, being-a-dude.
“Nami?” he asked, nervously.
“Yeah?”
“I was just wondering - sorry if this seems a bit personal - what would your perfect girlfriend be like?”
Nami looked at him for a moment, perplexed, and then she burst out laughing. “Okay,” she said when she’d finished, wiping a tear from a purple eye, “um… why did you ask that? No, no, don’t answer that… um… well, I’d like her to be smart…”
“No, just how she’d look.” Bryan cut in. “Leave out personality for now.” Besides, I’m smart. So that’s good.
“Okay… that’s a bit shallow, don’t you think? Ah, well. Now… I suppose she should be a bit taller than me…”
At these words, Bryan lost little bit of height, but was still taller than Nami.
“She’d have ginger hair, down to her shoulders, and cute, round face, with… let’s go with orange eyes, to match her hair.”
Bryan felt his hair tickling his shoulders, and held a lock before his face. It was, indeed, ginger, where it had been black before, and there was a large sunflower charm attached to it. He felt his face tingle and put a hand to it. He felt it become smooth and small, with a smaller nose and bigger eyes. Though she couldn’t see it, she looked exactly like the picture Nami had in her mind’s eye.
“Hmm… I’m thinking smooth skin, very slender arms, manicured nails, but without any varnish.”
Bryan felt an odd feeling against his arms, as if they were being squeezed, and looked to see them getting thinner, smoother, in accordance with Nami’s wishes, his fingernails becoming longer and expertly manicured.
“I know this is a bit cliche, but I’ve always loved girls with an hourglass figure. Thin waist, wide hips, y’know? And a big butt, too.” She added, blushing.
Beneath his vest, Bryan felt the same pressure that affected his arms on his waist and stomach, pushing it in, making them slender, but this time the mass had somewhere to go. His swimming trunks stretched as his hips pulled their way out to the sides, his rear swelling into a plump, round ass. It was at this point that Bryan became aware of the fact that something was missing, and her cheeks burned bright red.
“I’d like long legs, with nice, slim shins and big thighs. Oh, and she’d have this bikini that she’d wear at every opportunity - kinda like the one I have now, but light blue.”
Bryan let out a feminine sigh of relief as her tight trunks shifted into a blue-and-white striped bikini bottom to accommodate her expanded hips and butt, while her vest morphed into a matching, but sadly still empty, bikini top. Meanwhile, as per Nami’s command, fat moved from Bryan’s shins to his thighs, leaving the former thin and the latter nice and fat.
“And, of course, she’d have big boobs - not quite as big as mine - and she’d love it when I played with them.”
Sure enough, just as Nami finished talking, Bryan’s chest began started to grow, each side ballooning outwards. She moaned girlishly, though Nami didn’t seem to notice, as she filled out, her chest developing into a pair of luscious breasts.
Nami turned around. “Hey, you came out nicely!” she commented, looking Bryan up and down. “So, your name’s…?”
“B- Bryony…” answered the new girl, embarrassed. “But… how did you know?”
“Kira told me. She’s my cousin.”
“Oh…”
“You know I was going to ask you out anyway, right?”
“What? But… you had… you were… you’re a lesbian!”
“I’m bisexual, actually.” she smirked. “I’ve just never met a man who appealed to me except you, and I didn’t want to date a friend in case we fell out.”
“Oh… Okay.”
“So… do you wanna change back, or stay like this? Seeing as I’ll date you either way.”
“I… I think I’ll stay as a girl… for now, at least…”
“Works for me! Now, I just want to test something…” She walked up to Bryony and grabbed her boobs, beginning to massage them, squeeze them together, and Bryony moaned in pleasure and wrapped her arms around Nami’s waist. The shorter girl smiled. “So that bit did work.”
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