Omega Zeta Kappa 1: α

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I'll do my best to explain what this is. Basically, I had a dumb idea for a series of captions a couple of weeks ago, but once I started actually writing it, it spiraled partially out of control. The end result is a story whose parts could each very well be a caption inside a series, but there's so many of them now that I'd rather just make an "ongoing story" out of it and avoid the work of assembling so many caption-images. So..ultimately, this is something in between, say, what the "Miranda" stories were and a "proper" story like Battle Vixens. I've tried to set myself some hard limits on what will be in this story so it won't go on and on forever, like said "proper" stories do, so it's reasonable to think of it as a "series of standalone would-be-caption stories based on a single premise." The premise itself is best expressed within the story, so...here goes nothing. You can expect at least the next couple of these to come out this week, I think.

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In a small room on the top floor of the Omega Zeta Kappa fraternity house, five young men sat around a large circular table with empty wine glasses set before them. In the center of the table was a big, clear solid-plastic container with a spigot on it which one might expect to be full of alcohol—but the multicolored, faintly glowing liquid inside would run counter to any such expectation. It was a Saturday morning, just after the sort of late breakfast that befits the weekend.

"Good morning, gentlemen," one of them said first—Richard Tanner, or typically "Rich" for short. He was a tall, somewhat skinny guy with shoulder-length pitch black hair and bright, piercing red eyes which some people swore glowed in the dark. He had on a friendly, calm smile for his fellow members of the fraternity's "high council", and there was nothing even slightly negative or forceful about the tone of his voice, but even now he seemed to exert a kind of intensity and pressure on anyone those eyes focused toward for even half a second.

His nickname was more than a shortening of his first name; his family was notoriously, fabulously wealthy, his older brother having founded the OZK fraternity as a freshman and put up the funds himself to have the house they were sitting in built. Following the elder Tanner's tradition, Rich didn't officially rule over the fraternity—as much as his own continued "donations" did to keep it alive—but shared power equally with the other four seated at this very table. Nonetheless, it was him who tended to have the unusual, bizarre, or sometimes visionary ideas that maintained the fraternity's reputation throughout the campus, with the others often providing excellent suggestions to improve on his ideas, or to make them even the least bit practical in the first place.

"I know you're all familiar with the matter at hand, so I'll get on with it. As of yesterday, the vote still stands at four-one. We unanimously agreed at my initial proposal that a unanimous vote would be required. Jeff?"

Omega Zeta Kappa was no ordinary fraternity. There wasn't an abundance of dudebros and jocks; there was hardly ever any alcohol at all in their building. Rich's elder brother started the whole thing as an elaborate sort of performance art, inviting a bunch of his artistically-oriented friends as the charter members. Since then, its membership had grown and diversified a bit, taking in mostly the kinds of guys who wouldn't join normal fraternities: More artists of all sorts, of course, but also nerds and 'losers' and 'weirdos' and loners. It was common for them to actively seek out people with those sorts of reputations to join them. A relatively recent development for OZK was a few of the more typical "frat" types joining the group, beginning with Jeff.

Jeff looked fairly out of place among the council, especially when he quit slouching and sat up as he did now. "C'mon man.." He was tall, blond, broad-shouldered, muscular—in fact, he was on the football team. As a freshman, some of his friends had dared him to join the "weird frat" for a year, but he'd grown to like those "weirdos" so much by the end of said year that he basically ditched his former friends in favor of them. On the council, his voice was representative of the organization's minority 'normie' population—if people willing to associate with OZK at all could be called that. "This is ridiculous! I'm not the only one with a scholarship to think of, either. Yo, Mylar!" He elbowed the guy next to him. "How'd Rich get you in on this? You were with me two days ago!"

"Eh, well, y'know," he shrugged. Mylar was a bit on the short side, skinny, with light purple hair and darker purple eyes. Also, he had the ears and tail of a cat—being one of the two "magic folk" on the council, a Neko in fact—with all of the fur in the same shade as his hair. He was probably the biggest nerd in the group, halfway through a software enginnering degree and constantly playing video games or screwing around with programs on his laptop. However, he was also one of the school's star gymnasts, with the sport paying a hefty portion of his tuition. "I asked the coach and she was like, 'If that's what you really want, you're still set with us. I'll just set up another tryout or whatever'."
"In those words." Rich asked flatly.
"Well—no, but, pretty much," Mylar shrugged. "Anyway, it's not like it's irreversible, right?"

"Anything's reversible with enough magic," another member chimed in.

Tielo was the other "magic" member of the council, a blue-eyed, light-brown-haired Kitsune who swore up and down to anyone who asked that he only had one tail..but he probably had two or three by now. He was in charge of OZK's "hazing", which largely consisted of having initiates help him pull reasonably harmless pranks on other fraternities. He was probably the most laid-back and chill of the bunch; if an initiate didn't want to participate in the "hazing" he would tell him he'd "passed the test", possibly throwing in some halfhearted nonsense about not giving in to peer pressure, and then let him join anyway. At the moment he was leaned way back in his chair, his fluffy tail poking through the big gap between its seat and upper back to swish back and forth through the air. "I could've taken some already and changed back, and you guys wouldn't even be able to tell."

"If anyone's truly uncomfortable after-the-fact, I don't mind buying a batch to undo the work," Rich said, nodding. "Is that your only objection?"

"No way!" Jeff leaned in, putting his fists on the table. "Do you have any idea how many guys are gonna quit over this? How many parents are gonna freak? The whole school's gonna be weirded out, man."

"Erm..isn't that the idea?" A softer voice came. The fifth member of the council, Erwin, rarely spoke up at all. He was a nice, gentle sort who Rich tended to refer to as their 'conscience', and many of OZK's non-council-members called him the "team mom". He was average height and well-above-average weight, with short dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He had intentions of being a more conventional artist—"a painter or something", he would say when pressed. His talent and work ethic were ridiculous; some of his works adorned the fraternity's halls, and newbies or visitors sometimes failed to believe a mere student had produced any of it. Now that everyone's head had turned his way, Erwin had somewhat more difficulty speaking. "I-I mean, the first thing Rich said to me was 'when was our last big stunt'?"

"Maybe the 'great sobering'?" Tielo said, referring to his most recent "hazing" prank of temporarily replacing a few other fraternities' beer supplies with identical-tasting, non-acoholic drinks. "Meh, most of 'em didn't even notice."

"Indeed," Rich said, nodding. He leaned in toward the group with a characteristically mesmerizing expression, a half-vicious, half-mischievious grin that made staring into his eyes feel like watching the blazing sun at midday. "It's time we do something they can't so easily ignore. I want to shake our members and anyone who sees us alike out of complacency. Remind them that the world is a bizarre, absurd, nonsensical place, and sometimes authority figures can be tyrannical and arbitrary for no apparent reason."

Rich leaned back again in his chair. "..Besides that, I want to know if it's true."

This was the first time Jeff had heard this part of his reasoning. "If what's true?"

He crossed his arms and chuckled. "If sororities have more fun, of course!" The other council members (except for Erwin) laughed with him, before they all (including Erwin) turned expectantly to the holdout again.

Jeff crossed his arms and frowned. "Yeesh. Okay, look, it's the off-season anyway. If I can't find a way to make this work, you change me back and I'm quitting. I mean, I don't wanna, but if I have to stay a girl to stay in, stayin' on the team comes first."
"Understandable," Rich said, nodding. "Then, do we have a decision?"
He sighed, shook his head, then sort of shrugged. "Sure, fine, I guess. I'm just tellin' you, we're gonna get a lot of quitters."
"Well, they'll make room for some new candidates, then," he said. "Shall we?" Rich gestured toward the table's centerpiece before standing, leaning forward and filling the glasses about three-quarters full of the liquid inside, offering a glass to each member of the council before taking the last one himself and holding it up.

"Cheers, my friends." They tapped the glasses together with whoever could reach, and then all drank the strange, magical contents at about the same time.

"Myugckh, that tasted weird," Jeff said, wiping his face with a sleeve.

"I thought it was kinda sweet?" Erwin said.

"I was told it tasted different to just about everyone," Rich said, shrugging. "A bit on the spicy side for me; not bad at all. Don't believe I would seek it out often, however."

"So, like, how long does this stuff take to work?" the Kitsune said, leaning in to place his empty glass back on the table after staring into it for a moment.

"I was told the potion could begin taking effect immediately, or take up to twenty-four hours to start, depending on the individual," Rich said. "Once its effect begins, it's supposed to be pretty swift."
"Oh," Mylar said. "Well, uh.." He gestured vaugely to their red-eyed leader. "I guess you'll be the first, then?"

"Hmmn?" Rich looked down to examine himself and then back up again before noticing some hairs trailing down into his eyes, the bangs he usually kept fairly short sweeping down to frame the sides of his face. At this point the hair coming from his back trickled onto his shoulders too, before rapidly streaming its way out down his back and stopping only once it was just long enough for the tips of the locks to slightly touch the seat of his chair. "..Ah." He ran a hand down through some of that hair, finding it pleasingly soft if a bit unkempt...rather nice, he thought.

The next thing to come was a gentle tingling across his face, and moving the hand up from midway down his hair to that he briefly brushed a bit of facial hair before feeling it pull back into his skin, leaving it soft and smooth in his hand. The tingling rushed down the rest of his body and he shuddered slightly in its wake, feeling the rest of his skin turn just like his face as he lifted his hand back off of it again.

By the time the tingling had stopped, Rich could already feel a gentle pressure running all across his body, causing him to slim and shrink slowly. "Hm~mn..." His neck felt kind of strange for a second, and he gently prodded at it to find his adam's apple gone. "Oo~oh..not bad." His voice came out in a low, mature alto tone, as decidedly female as his small, soft face now looked framed by long black hair. Raising the hand from his neck to before his eyes, he could see it shrinking too, becoming smaller with slim, delicate fingers and longer, much better-kept nails. Looking down again, he could also see his shoulders narrowing, waist trimming, arms and legs slimming down—resulting in his shirt and pants growing awkwardly large and loose on him. He didn't really lose much height in the end, but his frame had collapsed in to an extremely effeminate one by the time the transformation moved on to its next phase.

"Hm~mnnh.." Rich couldn't resist a slight wriggling of his hips in his seat, his face warming with a blush, as he felt has manhood tingling, slipping, tugging—rapidly reducing in size the whole while. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy being a girl right off the bat, and that feeling proved itself true as he let out a soft, high, breathy "Aa~aah" and it melted completely away, leaving behind a fuzzy, tingly sensation down there as something new pressed its way upward. Womanhood came quickly to her, and it brought with it equal parts relief and excited pleasure.

She let out a couple of slow, heavy huffs of breath as she felt her hips pressing out gently, growing the lower third of a girlish figure. At the same time, her chest gently puffed out a tiny bit, gaining preteen-size breasts immediately.

Now another part of the potion took effect, causing her clothes to glow and begin to rapidly reshape. Her pants slid up off of her slim, shapely legs, spreading apart into a very short pink skirt; her underwear shrank immediately into a soft, snug pair of panties. Her shirt, already having slipped mostly off of her shoulders, pulled itself down the rest of the way to fully expose her neckline and shoulders, then split off some material which became a bra as it shifted itself into a neckless white camisole with some short, frilly sleeves attached on either side. Her tiny breasts gently pushed outward now, swiftly swelling to fill the bra and letting her experience a newfound sensitivity to their skin as they pressed into the soft cloth. Rich had control over herself by now, letting out only a soft, low "Mmnh~" in response to another pulse of girlish pleasure, but her lips were turned up into a smile and her face still fairly red with a blush for a moment as she took a few slow, deep breaths in the aftermath of the sudden change.

 

 

The red-eyed girl stood up, placing one hand on the side of her hip and letting the other hang down by her side. She had a slender figure with a narrow waist and somewhat generous hips, and about an average-sized bust which nonetheless contributed enough to her overall figure to make her quite a beauty to behold. Her long, slightly wild black hair swished behind her, teased into motion by the smallest movement of the surrounding air. "Well, soon-to-be-ladies. I think you'll all have something to look forward to," she said, her half-serious expression settling back into the same commanding grin as before—an expression which retained if not enhanced its power compared to how it had looked on her as a boy. "I'll go make the official announcement to the rest of our members." With that, she turned and walked out toward her bedroom, her hips gently swaying and her shiny black hair swishing back and forth in reply.

"Uh..." The four boys (for now) still sitting around the table were briefly stunned, Jeff the first one to speak up. "I-is it just me, or did Rich look kinda...turned on, a little, by the change?"

"I-it uh, might be good to be in private when we change...if possible," Erwin suggested, getting up to head to his room as fast as he could.

"Heheh, I hope it feels good," Tielo said. "I also hope I turn out at least as cute as Rich did."
"Dude, how can you even—gaah!" Jeff stood up, raising his arms to the air in exasperation, and then stalked off too, leaving the two with animal ears at the table. "This is gonna be ssso weird..."

"Well, who do you think changes last?" Mylar said. "Wanna make a wager?"
"Hmn, no money on it, but I would guess it's you or me," the Kitsune replied. "For such an extreme effect, higher magic resistance is likely to be the main factor. And, that scales with power."
"You think Rich doesn't have high magic resistance?" The Neko spread his hands in the general direction of the door she'd left through. "His—uh, her willpower is prolly ridicu-donk."

Tielo shrugged. "There are exceptions. He's been looking forward to this for a while, I think, so maybe he 'invited it in'."

"Hmph. If you turn into a hottie, I'll invite you in," Mylar joked, getting up and heading toward the stairs to go down to the community game room.