Omega Zeta Kappa 17: ψ

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I had the first third or so of this part written, the whole idea planned out, sometime last year. I just couldn't figure out the transformations until a few days ago. Anyway, as is kind of a habit for this story, this is decently long, so be ready for that.

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Wesley lay across his bed, one leg stretched out and the other one pulled closer with its knee spiked up into the air, casually tossing a tennis ball straight up and re-catching it in his hand. "So, you see Jeff out there? He freakin' out?" He had a stocky build: a little on the short side, a bit broad in the shoulders, with dark hair.

"He seemed to have it under control for now. Little twitchy." His roommate, Zale, had hung around the frat house for most of the day, apart from going outside to run a couple of laps. "I saw Kaden changed." He was a tall, moderately lanky redhead with good, visible muscle tone on him. Both of them were, at any casual glance, your typical college jocks.
"Yeah? Get a pic?" Wesley turned his head to one side to face Zale, still tossing and catching the ball without looking at it. He was rewarded with a quickly-snapped picture of a tall, curvy redhead. "Pretty cute. Horns look wicked."
"Eh, not my type really. But I think she's interested in this chick she was hangin' with anyway," he said, pointing to a slightly blurred person next to her—blond hair, similar height and build. "Didn't catch her name, but prolly another member."

Both of them had agreed to put off any decisions about turning into a girl until the next day, at least. It helped this decision that Wesley had to head out for tennis practice fairly early that morning, and so didn't really have time for the OZK shenanigans. "You think we should do it?" Zale asked. "I guess everyone turns out super hot. You know that weird artist living downstairs?"
"Mhm?"
"Check it." He showed off another photo. "Think that's her roommate too, with the stupid long hair—you know, the guy who moves never? Saw 'em from the parking lot after dinner."

"Some people get all the luck," Wesley commented.
"Nah, some people have their metabolism jacked up by magic. At least we earned our physiques, huh?"
"Eh." Wesley shrugged. "If I had the option without it costing a bunch, I mighta gone for that a few years ago."
"Magical solutions don't last, man! It's just like surgery, but with different and wackier risks. You've still gotta make a commitment to do stuff different after."

"Yeah, yeah."

Wesley had come into college somewhat overweight. He'd been randomly assigned Zale as a roommate in the normal dorms, and then badgered by him into joining the tennis team—but he was ultimately grateful for both. It turned out to be a lot of fun, and these days he actually felt better after a good workout. Zale was a more classical jock, one of the soccer team's stars since freshman year, and it had been Wesley who'd gotten sick enough of the common dorm accommodations to convince him to join OZK with him so he wouldn't get roomed with some weirdo. The fact that Jeff—a mutual friend on the football team—was doing the same at the time had helped with this persuasion, and ultimately Zale was happier here too.

"So you think we should do it?" Zale repeated his earlier question, since it had gone unanswered.
"Eh."
"That's not an answer, man!"
"Let's see how Jeff turns out f irst."
"That's procrastination!" Zale threw a pillow at him, which he caught and tossed back.

"It's got a cutoff time. I just wanna go to sleep tonight without worrying about it."

"Baah, fine!"

On Sunday morning, some muffled yelling from upstairs woke them both. Zale sat up straight and looked around in a hurry, while Wesley turned over from his back to his front. "Dude, you hear that?

"Mh. Trying not to," was half-muffled by a pillow.

"I swear I heard the word 'tail'."
"Go back to sleep, Zale. It can wait 'till morning."

"It is morning! It's like nine thirty."
"Got up early yesterday. Morning's eleven."
"Ten."
"Ten thirty."
"Deal." Zale fell back onto his pillow and went back to sleep without setting an alarm or anything. He was pretty good at sleeping about as much as he intended to.

When they went out together toward the kitchen for breakfast, they found quite a commotion around the same part of the hallway where the two werewolves had been handing out potions the day before. The girl who they both knew Hollis's roommate had turned into was there with...probably Hollis, except his hair was bright purple? He was holding up his arm in front of him, and some of what Wesley would call 'certifiable weird magic stuff' was going on, a swirl of pink and blue glow around the arm. Opposite the arriving pair, Rich (long-haired, red-eyed girl) and Erwin (tall, super curvy, way more fit than before) were looking on.

Then, the guy who was maybe Hollis put his glowing hand on top of some catgirl's head, with the result of the glow settling on 'blue' and flowing into her, causing her to start growing up into a somewhat slim, fit cat-guy instead. "..Huh, it does work," he commented, looking down at himself, and then turned toward a curvy, dark-haired foxgirl nearby. "Whadd'you think, Darren?"
"Uhh.." She looked too flustered to respond, but her tail was wagging anyway.

Before she could really think of a response, everyone's attention was drawn to the now-sorority's illustrious leader instead. "Pfheheh..Haa~ahahahah!" What started off as a soft giggle or perhaps chuckle quickly turned into a full-bodied, almost villainous sort of laughter. It continued—Erwin looking on with a somewhat concerned expression—long enough for her to be doubled over briefly by the end, and she had to wipe a tear or two out of her eye after it stopped.

"Please, excuse me," she said, sniffing gingerly.
"Sooo. Is this uh, against the rules or whatever?" the cat-guy asked; he was starting to shrink back down—evidently in the process of turning back into a girl again without maybe-Hollis's help.

"Oh, of course not. It's excellent, absolutely excellent!" Rich placed her hands together, tapping her fingers against each other. "Transformation, reversal, gratitude and unexpected consequences—back to reversal all over again. What better tribute could anyone hope to give?" Her arms spread out wide at this point, in a sort of U-shape; her usual calm and refined manner of expression temporarily replaced by a kind of terrifyingly wide grin.

"You're uh..going full supervillain there," Erwin said gently.
"Ah, excuse me." Her expression snapped back to normal instantly. "If anyone wishes to take advantage of Holli's—possibly temporarily available—blessing, by all means, go ahead!" she waved. "I think we can get away with being a sorority if at least most of us are female, most of the time, anyway. Or if not, they'll just have to come up with a new term for it," she said quickly, sweeping her arms outward and upward dramatically. "Have fun, all of you!" She swept around to face the opposite direction and walked briskly away.

"Sooo...Hollis?" Zale said, approaching with his roommate shortly behind.

"Uh, yeah. That or 'Holli', I guess," he said, face flushing slightly as the short, stacked girl next to him put her hands on his arm. "Long story short, a..Thing happened when I took that potion, and now uh..that. Also, uh, this," he added, starting to shrink and shift himself, quickly changing into a pretty girl not much taller than her roommate.

"More precisely, her 'power' lets her give people the ability to change back and forth, like we can," the shorter girl added. "We're not actually sure how long she'll have it, though—it didn't exactly come with instructions or anything."
"Can you do that for us?" Wesley asked. "Hypothetically, I mean."

"Uh..." Holli held up a hand, and the blue/pink magic swirled around it down to her forearm for a second before dissipating. "..Nnno. I get the feeling that 'you have to take the potion first'. Uhh, actually I was gonna just say I got the feeling that it wouldn't work but that came out instead?"
"It's probably true, then," her roommate said.

"Well, maybe I'll hit you up later, then," Wesley said. "I mean—if I decide to take it, anyway.."

"Speakin' of, where'd those two werewolves that were giving them out yesterday go?" Zale asked, looking around.

"They're...probably taking the morning off," Erwin said. "I'll set up a table in the kitchen if anyone wants some." She turned and started off in the direction of the stairs, almost bumping into two other girls headed in the opposite direction. "Ah, 'scuze me. You look..better, Jeff." One of the two was Mylar, now a purple-haired catgirl—and the other one, a tall, gorgeous, curvy and buff wolf-girl, she'd just addressed as...?
"Uh, t-thanks, I guess."

Wesley and Zale looked at each other, the former saying: "Jeff?!"
"Dude, seriously?" Both of them made their way past the small crowd around Hollis and hurried up to get a closer look at her. "Is that you?"
"Uh, hey guys.." She blushed and nervously ran a hand through her long, light-gray hair; it was hard to tell if their sudden arrival was responsible for her slightly flustered expression, or if it was the catgirl whose tail was busy swishing around, brushing itself against hers repeatedly. "Yeah, I got turned into a furry for some reason. Thinking about going by 'Jen' too, maybe.." No, no..it was probably the catgirl.

"That's a pretty cute name," Wesley said.

"Duude, you hit the jackpot too!" Zale chimed in. "Not only are you totally stacked, you're even more buff than you were as a dude!"

"Uh, heheh, I-I dunno about that..."

"Were these two who you wanted to check on?" Mylar asked.
"Oh, uh, y-yeah some of them. Did you two uh..decide on whether you wanted to take the potion or not?" she asked.

"Eh, not yet," Wesley said.
"It might take him 'till the last minute," Zale said. "I think I might be on board, though, with Hollis's thing."

"Well, look, make sure you talk to your parents first. It's really better if.." She paused, tilting her head. "What do you mean, Hollis's 'thing'?"
"Oh, dude, did Rich not say anything?"

"Nnnope," Mylar answered for her.

"Well, Hollis got some kinda power where she can turn back into a dude," Zale explained. "And, like, make it so other chicks can turn back into guys too?"
"But, only if they took the potion to become girls in the first place," Wesley added. "She said it was a long story and we haven't had breakfast yet, soo.."
"You two should go eat, then," Jen said, crossing her arms. "It's what, like—eleven?"

"Pretty close by now, yeah."
"Then go!" she gestured commandingly in the direction of the kitchen. "Skipping breakfast isn't good for you."
"Okay, mom, sheesh."
"That really doesn't have the same sting when you're talking to a girl, y'know," Wesley pointed out, following his roommate the rest of the way off to the kitchen.

After breakfast, they found Erwin set up at a little station in the hall not too different from the one the werewolves had run. It didn't seem as 'popular' as theirs had been, but maybe that was because all of the most willing 'customers' had already had their fill. She waved when Zale and Wesley approached. "Hey, you two. Decided on what you want to do yet? No pressure."

"Ehh, I think I'll do it," Zale said. "I mean..it's like, zero consequences if I can turn back anyway, right?"
"I dunno about that," Wesley objected.
"Yeah, you might like it so much you don't want to! Heheh," Erwin giggled, cutely putting a hand up in front of her lips. "But seriously—what might actually happen is you grow a tail or wings or horns or something, that won't go away even if you otherwise turn back. On the other hand, you might awaken as some sort of powerful magical being."

"That happen to anyone yet?" Wesley asked.
"Weelll," she said, "I heard Xavier turned out to be a witch. And, Kaden's an Oni, and we've got at least two or three new Kitsune around. No Nekomata yet, but one or more of the catgirls might actually be Neko, it's a little hard to tell without some testing..."

"Eh, whatever," he shrugged. "I'm sure I'll make it look good anyway. Hook me up."
"Okay." She got ready to fill a bottle for him. "And you, Wesley? Still on the fence?"
"Well, if Zale's doing it," he shrugged. "I don't wanna move, much less learn to put up with another roommate. Way too much trouble."
"Very well. Now, listen, you shouldn't just chug these right out here in the hallway. You might change right away, and by all accounts people tend to have somewhat...extreme reactions while changing. Some people thought it was funny seeing that happen yesterday, but I think even they're getting a little tired of it."
"Like Rich's pet wolves?" Wesley asked. Erwin just shrugged, handing them the bottles. "Well, thanks for the warning, anyway."
"Yeah, same," Zale added. "See ya."

The both of them had already been in contact with their parents about the entire strange situation since yesterday—but by text, rather than a phone call. Jeff—or perhaps Jen—was somewhat of an old-fashioned person when it came to that. The response in both cases was effectively a slightly confused but very supportive shrug. Even before finding out about the Thing with Hollis, they'd both reasoned it shouldn't be that difficult to turn back if it was awful. Now they both sent off to let them know they were going through with it—plus the news that they might not have a way to change back freely anyway.

After that, the two of them stood facing each other in their room. "Well...here goes nothing." Wesley held out his bottle, and Zale 'clinked' it with his in a psuedo-toast.

"Yeah, dude." They chugged the strange liquid simultaneously, and Wesley winced.
"Blech. So sweet."

"Really? Mine was kinda sour," Zale said, smacking his lips a bit. "Not bad, though. So—who d'you think's gonna change first, huh?"
His roommate sighed. "We're already on that? Man, I just wanna lay back and let it happen." He plopped himself onto his bed, leaning back and turning until he was lying on his back once again. "Not everything's gotta be a competition."
"Aww, but competition's fun."
"It's not like there's some special talent in 'letting a magic potion turn you into a chick', though."
"Aaah..you got me there."

Zale was quiet for a bit after that, possibly contemplating the decision they'd both just made—perhaps somewhat rashly, despite all the delay beforehand. As he lay back on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, Wesley took advantage of the silence to zone out for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. He came out of it maybe a few minutes later feeling..somewhat sleepy, and like his body was a bit heavy for some reason. He yawned aloud, the thought occuring to him that...they'd put a lot of effort into going and eating breakfast, and so this break was well-deserved.

What a strange thought...it wasn't like that had been hard or anything, and breakfast was a reward all its own. But then, Wesley thought, he'd worked hard yesterday at least, right? That was surely worth a day or so of lazing about. He yawned again, thinking how weird this was; he hadn't been in this sedentary of a mood since high school. But he gave in to it anyway—there wasn't anything else he had to do right now after all—and turned his head back and forth across the pillow, stretched his arms and legs, rotated his shoulders, feeling his body just steadily...relax. His eyes fluttered shut; he wasn't asleep, but felt very content all of a sudden with just...lying perfectly still. The sense of weary heaviness grew stronger, making it feel more difficult to move...or maybe only that he wanted to move even less; it was strangely difficult to make a firm distinction.

After a little bit longer, the heaviness began to slowly ease off. He could feel a gentle pressure all over him, like some invisible force was starting to massage his body. It felt so nice, he couldn't help but let a soft, quiet "Mmmmnnh..." and wriggle in place just a bit. The sense of relaxation he was feeling began to deepen, beyond anything he thought he'd ever felt before.

He began to get the strangest sense that the muscle tone he'd worked hard to develop over the past couple of years or so was itself a form of stress, and seemingly as a result, it began to fade—to 'relax' away. And his body was so much bigger than it really needed to be, too, so it started shrinking: Pulling itself shorter and slimmer, sliding slowly up across the bed as he took up less of it.

"Mmh.." The soft tone from Wesley's throat was a little higher in pitch than before now...having such a deep voice was kind of a chore, wasn't it? He wriggled around a little more, feeling more comfortable the smaller and softer—weaker—his body became. "Mm~mnnh.." This time he could hear the pitch of his voice lilting upward mid-murmur, shifting to a high, somewhat breathy tenor.

Wesley's body finally finished shrinking, and he could feel its shape lying across the bed behind him: Narrow shoulders, slim, delicate limbs, a slender, flat waist, all seemingly divested of every last ounce of strength. Of course he knew that all of this was unusual—that it was probably the potion taking effect, taking away his manhood...but he just couldn't bring himself to care. It felt so, so nice..and he just wanted to keep relaxing until all of that stress, and this heavy weight across his body, was all gone. And his manhood began to tingle and shrink about at the same time that he found himself 'realizing' that being male was, in and of itself, kind of stressful...wasn't it?
"Mm~mnh..ah, aa~aah.." He squirmed a little more violently in bed, his face heating up with a blush, as the shrinking down there began to happen in earnest. It wasn't a lot more motion, because he really still couldn't be bothered too much, even though this was kind of an exciting sensation...it was making his heartbeat pick up a bit, too. "Aah, aa~ahh.." In no time at all, the soft, breathy sighs from his lips had turned from masculine to feminine, and now were taking on an increasingly high-pitched, breathy, adorable tone. It seemed like it wasn't just his physical masculinity ebbing as the thing between his legs began to tug and melt away, but his entire sense of being male...like it had all been an illusion, a false self that he was now waking up from...

"Aaaa~aah...mmffh..." Wesley turned into a girl, and felt a wave of warm fuzzy feelings down there that made her cry out with just marginally more volume than her soft murmurs before. It felt so nice, being so soft and small...why hadn't she thought of this before? It was kind of an absurd thing to imagine herself 'thinking of', but the new girl's mind was feeling kind of hazy overall anyway, so there wasn't much mental room to question it. Instead, she was focusing on the feeling of hair tickling her face, her forehead and cheeks, as it flowed out insistently down her back—and on the feeling of her clothes steadily shuffling around on her: Boxers becoming panties, shirt and pants merging and softening into a long, flowing, sleeveless nightgown with a deep cut to leave her entire neckline bare.

"Aa~ah, mmmhh..." As Wesley's clothes settled down, she could feel her hips and bottom pushing out, a sensation like they were relaxing to let out a bit of plumpness they'd been tensing to hide—giving her a moderate but quite girlish figure. The weight she'd been feeling before was all but gone now, and a strange sensation of power was beginning to well up from inside her. It was a thoroughly unfamiliar kind of power—not any kind of strength, but instead something derived from the very sense of relaxation and softness she was feeling right now. "Mmm~mmhh..." She enjoyed the sensation of this power pouring into her, seemingly causing her chest to tingle and begin to grow into breasts—but at the same time pushing its way out in a few other places: Her shoulder blades, the base of her spine, the corners of her head.

"Aa~aahnnn..." The growing breasts were the greatest concern right now, as their skin was suddenly intensely sensitive—enough to give her another, slightly more intense, taste of girlish pleasure. But she could certainly feel, too, something very slim making its way out from her lower back, growing longer and longer, and two more things growing out toward either side from behind her shoulders, spreading out a bit wider and bigger and flexing as they grew. Curiously, while she was aware of a pushing, growing sensation from the corners of her head, she couldn't actually feel whatever that was pushing through her significantly lengthened hair.

"Mmh—! Mmmm~mmhh..." One last push came to Wesley's chest, the new breasts rounding out into a pair of globes big enough to completely fill the nightgown: Not particularly gigantic, but big enough that—along with her hips and slender waist—she now sported an impressive figure for any girl of her diminutive new size. Then she squirmed and wriggled in place for a brief moment before relaxing, letting out a soft, high "Hhwaa~aahh.." that was half-sigh, half-yawn. Finally...finally, it felt like she was really and truly, completely and totally relaxed.

She lay there for a long moment more, wondering why she hadn't heard anything from her roommate yet. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, reaching a hand up to run through her long, soft hair—which had lost all color and darkness to instead become a bright, snowy white. That hand also examined what had grown from the top of her head: A pair of horns, slightly curled with rounded tips. Looking down, she could see that she'd also grown a pair of batlike wings too short and small to really be used for flight, and a very, very long, slim black tail ending in a flat, heart-shaped spike. She was...a demon-girl now.

Turning to Zale, Wesley found him watching something on his computer with his headphones on. With how quiet she'd been throughout her change...it was no wonder he hadn't noticed. She hopped down out of her bed—finding how very much bigger everything around her was strangely natural, enjoying the way her nightgown fluttered around her legs down to the ankles, and sneaked over to tap her roommate on the shoulder a couple of times.

"What?" He turned briefly backwards at her, back to his screen, paused and then did a very protracted double-take, slowly removing his headphones in the process. "W-Wesley!?"

"Well, uh. I guess I 'won', if this was a competition," she said softly. "Not that it is one, but.."
"D-dude, what's with the horns? The wings? Uh..that tail?" he gestured dramatically to each in turn. That last appendage was surprisingly dextrous and easy to control. She had it lifted up behind her, past the top of her head, with the spike at the end waving back and forth; the nightgown had come with some sort of hole for it to poke through, so this motion didn't lift its entire back end.

"Mm-hm. I guess I 'awakened' or whatever," she said. "Some kinda demon, I guess?"
"You guess? Does all that come with some kind of phenomenal magical powers?"
Wesley shrugged. "I'unno, I just got it."

Zale stared for a moment longer, up and down, taking it all in; Wesley could spot him blushing a little bit, and became slowly aware that she was doing the same...at least a little. "...Man. How are you so chill about this?"
"I guess it just doesn't feel like it's worth the effort to worry about it. If anything, this feels sorta nice...in a way I'm not sure I can be bothered to explain."

"Well—w-whatever. How'd you do it, anyway?"

Wesley titled her head ever so slightly. "Hmn?" Had she done something recently?
"How'd you change so fast?!" Oh, right.
"I'unno, I just..lay back and relaxed for a minute, and it sorta..came over me. It was easier than falling in a lake."

"Oh..man, I totally forgot. I did hear it's easier to change if you relax. Awwh, but now I can't, knowing that!" He raised his arms up in frustration.
"Why not?" The idea of 'not able to relax' now felt totally inconceivable to Wesley.

"'Cause like, I'll keep tensing up thinking the change is coming, and it won't get outta my head."

"...Well, you wanna get the change over with quicker?"
"Yeah! That way I don't gotta worry about it any more, at least."
Something that was new and unfamiliar, yet felt perfectly natural to the point of seeming instinctual, was coming to Wesley. "I can help you relax," was what she said to express it.
"How?" her roommate raised his eyebrow. "Gonna give me a massage or something?"
"No, uh...I think it's maybe part of my new demon powers or whatever?"
"Oh. Well, uh.." His blush got a little bit deeper. That was just fine with her—it'd be a shame if he didn't at least appreciate her new cute, decently curvy looks a little bit. "S-sure, I guess."
"Cool."

Wesley reached a hand up onto the top of her friend's head, just...trying to share some of the calmness she was feeling with him. "How's that feel...?"
"W-weird..." he trailed off, his eyes glazing over a bit. Then the demon-girl gently took one of his hands in both of hers and guided him toward the nearest bed (his). He sort of half-stood-up, half-stumbled over to it and sat down, and she let go of his hand to guide his head and body around into a position lying flat on his back. Then..she made her way up on top of him, pulling herself down onto him in a close hug.

His heart started pounding a little faster then, as he came partway back to his senses. "W-wes..ley..?" his voice trailed off again as her cheek pressed into one of his and she started 'pushing calm' into him again.
"Shush. Don't say anything...don't do anything..." The volume of her voice slowly faded into a breathy whisper as she spoke, hypnotically: "Just...rela~ax..."
"Mmh.." His arms were loosely held across her body, and while he was still blushing from a cute girl lying on top of him, he seemed to obey the command—or maybe become overwhelmed by her power. It was kind of hard to tell. Either way, his eyes shut, and he went still, breathing quietly in place for a long moment.

This wasn't bad...but Wesley couldn't help the feeling that his body was kind of uncomfortable to lie against, being all stiff and hard. Couldn't it be at least a little bit softer and more pillowy..? As if in response to this thought, Zale let out a soft, murmuring "Mmh..?" and then shivered. An extra sense which Wesley hadn't had before turning into a demon, and hadn't been aware of until this very moment, could feel a power exuding out of him—magic. He had started to change.

Zale felt completely and totally at peace for a moment. He'd never felt something quite like this before—either physically, lying down with a gorgeous girl holding onto him so close, or..emotionally, was maybe the right word for it. He was so used to always moving, trying to get or be better...it was so strange to find himself just wanting to be still...and calm. He knew he'd be right back to competing and striving almost as soon as his body finished its transformation, but right here, right now, in a cute demon-girl's arms...it was a very pleasant break from all that.

That was when he began to feel a faint tingling over every inch of his skin. For a second or two, he ignored it, wanting only to stay still like Wesley had said—but it grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't help but react. First he murmured, then shivered, and then held on to the pretty girl in his arms a little tighter, moving his head around a bit. He could feel the skin of his face softening against hers, his cheeks losing every bit of hair and turning smooth. The same thing was happening all over his body: Arms, legs, torso, all losing hair, smoothing and softening.

His scalp was the sole exception to this, gaining rather than losing hair. It began as a slight trickle down along his forehead and next to his eyes, perhaps possible to confuse with Wesley's soft, bright hair already tickling him there. But it flowed down past his shoulders, crawling across his back, and it soon became undeniable that it was his hair getting longer and longer. As the tingling faded from everywhere except between his legs, Zale was struck with just one, rather odd, thought: He hoped it would be at least as pretty as Wesley's. No..he hoped it'd be prettier. He was going to make it prettier! But, what a strange thing for a guy like him to be thinking...

"Mmnh, a-aah..?" Zale could feel a warmth in his cheeks, a pressure beginning to play across his face...then his shoulders. The tingling between his legs was finding less and less surface to exist on, which could only mean...his manhood was already getting smaller. And the pressure was shrinking the rest of him—it had made his face smaller and rounder against the demon-girl's, and was now starting to slim and narrow his shoulders. This same shrinking-pressure continued downward in a wave across his arms and torso, making the former pull shorter and slimmer, and compressing his whole frame while drawing his waist inward even more. He could feel his hands becoming smaller, the fingers slender and delicate.

"Aah..aa~aah..." Zale's voice was changing, lilting slowly higher and taking on a decidedly less masculine tone. He was getting shorter in addition to slimmer, as the pressure made its way down through his hips to his legs—but it was a slow shrinking. He rather hoped he'd wind up taller than Wesley...maybe a little curvier too, with bigger boobs. It again struck him as a little odd that he was thinking this way before he even became a girl...but it wouldn't be much longer now, anyway.

The tingling gave way to a slipping, tugging sensation that made Zale's heart start to race, his blush intensifying, and his murmuring turning into more of a moaning cry. "Aa~AAaah..mmMmmnh.. o-oh, ooOOoo~ooh..." No sooner had his voice pushed up too high to be a man's than it drew itself deeper again, audibly maturing into a deep, sexy alto tone—at the very same time as he felt his manhood fully and completely melting away, all sensation down there replaced by a sudden burst of intensely pleasant, fuzzy tingling and a gentle push up into the pit of her stomach as all of the necessary equipment arranged itself into place.

The new girl couldn't resist squirming around and letting out a somewhat loud "Aa~aaAAA~AAHHnnnNNNnn~nnh..!" as her first taste of girlish pleasure only grew more and more intense. Somehow she felt rather..proud of being loud enough for someone to hear, unlike Wesley's apparently totally silent transformation. At the same time as this pleasure hit her, she could feel her hips and bottom pressing out, her thighs plumping themselves thicker—curves rapidly growing into place that easily outclassed the shorter, smaller girl's.

"Mmh, mm~nh, mmh..!" She squirmed those generous, supple thighs together as her chest now sprang to life too, the nipples raising little buds of bumps up under them as they grew taller and wider themselves. The skin there was deeply sensitive, and on top of its growth and her motion rubbing them across the soft material of her shirt, they were also pressing themselves more and more into Wesley's soft breasts as they grew.

Yes...that's it..! Zale could feel an intense pride swelling up inside her as those buds began to blossom, pushing out bigger and bigger. She was going to be...curvy, and gorgeous, and still strong! "Mnn~naaAaAA~AAAahh..!" She tumbled Wesley over with her onto their sides, holding on tight, and crying out as the sensitivity of the growing bosom produced an even deeper and more intense pleasure downstairs.

She could feel the happiness at her growing figure forming into a curious kind of pressure around the corners of her head. It built for only a moment before bursting, causing her to let out a soft, breathy, high "Aa~ah!" as something grew and flexed out from either side. This was followed immediately by a similar, but much sharper, pressure building behind her shoulder blades. This burst right alongside a sudden, especially strong push from her breasts that caused them to grow substantially in only a second, and together the two sensations—along with a resulting burst of girlish pleasure—drew a deep, womanly "Ooo~OOOOO~OOoohhh..!" from her lips. Then there was a third and final sense of pressure, this time from the base of her spine; this one burst out almost immediately, but kept on going as a slim tail made its way out from her back, growing longer and longer as her breasts made one final push to their ultimate, rather impressive size...all of which together drew one last "Aa~AAAahhhnn~nNNnh..!" from her mouth.

A fuzzy sensation between Wesley's legs—the same kind she'd felt during her change—began to hit her as she felt Zale's body changing and shifting in her arms. She had a curious sense of happiness and satisfaction at the feeling of him getting smaller and softer, his voice steadily changing..and as he began to cry out from the impending change of sex, she couldn't resist a soft, breathy "Mmm~mmh..!" in reply. He probably didn't hear her, especially as he grew louder and louder and finally changed sex himself—very obviously accompanied by some girlish pleasure of her own.

And then, the body in Wesley's arms was getting curvier, and crying out in such a deep, sexy voice.

Zale obviously just couldn't help herself...and now, neither could Wesley. She held on tight, squirming a little bit herself, letting out a soft, high "Aa~aahnn..!" as her own pleasure downstairs began to deepen past anything she'd felt during her own transformation. And, as the bigger girl took charge, aggressively grabbing her close and pushing her over onto her side, she squirmed and cried out just a little bit louder, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Zale growing even sexier, that flat chest turning into some nice soft breasts that steadly bulged out bigger and bigger until they fully engulfed her own, comparitively little, globes—all squished close enough together for each of them to feel the other's rapid heartbeat. "Aa~AAAAaahnnnNNN~nnh..!" her high, cute voice cried out in chorus with Zale's as the change completed, leaving her with a gorgeous, curvy woman in her arms...and a fellow demon, no less!

"Ah, aa~aah..." A high, soft, breathy sigh emanated from Wesley's lips while Zale panted, slowly catching her breath. "W-woo~ow...you're super sexy now, Za~ale," she murmured. "An' a demon like me...!"

Alongside this second declaration, Zale suddenly felt a slim tail placing itself across her own, drawing a high, startled "Ah~!" from her lips. Even though her voice had become such a deep, sexy alto, it still had the range to go up nearly as high as Wesley's...another thing she had better than the smaller girl. But all of a sudden, she found herself not caring so much about that...

After all, the adorable, white-haired girl she was holding oh so tightly onto was quite sexy in her own way, too, and something about the way the smaller girl was embracing her back gave her the impression that that Wesley was 'hers', too. So instead of worrying about being the better of the two of them, her sense of delight in her own attractive new appearance extended into the same emotion about the other girl's, too. She twisted her tail around Wesley's in response, letting out a deep "Mm~mmnh.." Both of them held on tight—with their arms and their tails—squirming and murmuring with girlish pleasure for a little bit longer. It took Zale a bit before she could form words.

"Wah, wo~ow..I only sorta noticed before, but you're really cute," she said.
"Mmh. You're not bad yourself. Nice and soft and pillowy.." Wesley stroked a hand through her roommate's long, bright red hair. "You should stay here and relax a little longer~..."
"Ah, uh..mmnh...o-okay, fine...but, I wanna look at myself in a mirror soon..."

It was five or ten minutes before the two newly-awakened demons untangled, and Zale found her legs still sort of weak from...everything, causing her to stumble a bit unsteadily toward the bathroom (the location of the only mirror in their apartment). The wings spread out from her back and her tail wove around behind her, all instinctive motions that helped her balance, so she made it without any particular incident, soon finding herself face-to-face with a gorgeous, curvy red-head. Her eyes had turned the same brilliant red, too, and at some point when neither of them had been particularly paying attention, her clothes had shifted around—a white, long-sleeved, collared shirt with a red tie, a black skirt and black stockings. Her own tail was no shorter than Wesley's, a little bit thicker, and ending in an arrowhead-shaped spike instead of a heart.

"I-I hope I'm stronger than I look now..."
"Awwh, what's it matter? We can just get Holli to turn us back into boys for our sports teams," Wesley said, still lying on her back on her roommate's bed.

Zale whirled, raising her hands partway and clenching her fists. "No way! I want this body to be just as useful, and attractive, and strong as the other one! Don't you wanna be the best you can be?"

"Mmh..only when you say it," the white-haired girl said, only leaning her head up a bit to face Zale. "Otherwise, I think I'm fine as-is. I mean, maybe I'm weak now, but I'm not unhealthy or anything, soo...whatever..."

"Hey, what kinda demon are you, anyway!?"

"Uh..the kind that just wants to chill, I guess?"

"Aawh, we can chill tonight!" Zale ran up to the other girl, grabbing a wrist in her hand. "C'mon, we've got shopping to do! I'm gonna pick you out some amazing outfits, 'kay?"
"Okay, okay..heheheh..!" The white-haired demon let herself be pulled out of bed onto her feet, placing an index finger into the other girl's palm and gently twirling around once, giggling softly (adorably!). "I wouldn't want it myself, but mmh..something about you saying it makes me want to show off in a pretty dress. Weird, huh?"
"Hey, maybe that's my power!" Zale said, grinning widely. "And once we're outfitted, let's go for a run!"
"Uh, that's a little too much. Let's see Holli first, at least..."

One of the undiscussed risks of using Hollis's strange new power was that the 'new' male form it granted wasn't necessarily like one's original looks. On top of Wesley's hair staying bleach-white, he only gained half a foot or so of height over his new feminine form, kept the wings and tail and horns, and now had a fairly slender, mildly androgynous build despite gaining all of his muscle back. He insisted on taking this form when Zale insisted on their running a few laps to 'work off' the big lunch they'd eaten after their shopping trip, and didn't regret it a bit. He pulled ahead of her near the end, stopping and turning to watch the gorgeous redheaded demon-girl run up—her ponytailed hair waving behind her in the wind, breasts bouncing up and down despite the best efforts of a sports bra—and stop right in front of him.

"Aaawwwh—hff, hff...I can't believe you pulled ahead of me!"
"I was saving up for the final sprint," Wesley said, grinning. He was blushing, and—noticing his eyes on her—so was she.
"H-hey!" She reached her arms back to undo toe hairtie, and grinned in spite of her own words: "L-like what you see, you perv?!"

"You know it!" Wesley said, giving her a thumbs-up.