Vixen Society - Cycle 9

Vixen Society

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Cycle 9

"Mrrr~rrrh..." After getting a good look at herself in the mirror, Luca came right back to the couch for more petting. This was much more sedate and calm than earlier, but no less enjoyable. They must've stayed that way for at least an hour or two, until the four-tailed fox-girl started to actually get sleepy.

Vincent pulled herself back enough to gently brush Luca's hair off her face. "Hey, the couch is great and all, but I bet this'll hurt your back eventually. You wanna move this to the bedroom?"
"B-bedroom?" The catgirl blushed shyly for a second. "Uh, s-sure!"
"Heheh." The vixen easily disengaged herself and hopped off onto her feet, stretching for a second before starting over down the hallway. Luca sat up a bit more slowly and had to run briefly to catch up.

"Uh, f-fair warning though, I didn't really clean it up for company! I mean I kinda actually made more of a mess 'cause I was moving things outta the kitchen and living room to get those places presentable."
"Yeah, I know, you're a mess and so's your place. Let's see just how b—" She pushed open the door the catgirl had gone through earlier to get to a mirror, and found something more closely resembling a post-tornado disaster area than a bedroom.

"...How do you sleep in here?"
"I just kinda...shove everything to one side of the bed, ignore whatever falls off onto the floor, annd..."
"If you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?"
"Well—I keep a little path clear..." She trailed off while Vincent used a strong gust of wind to fully clear the bed of everything that wasn't covers or pillows.
"Rrrgh, your bed's tiny even with nothing on it! And I'm not walking through a tripping hazard minefield either!

"...Screw this, let's go to my place."

"Uhh, n-now?! In the middle of the night?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Two girls, and me barely dressed?"
"I can make you invisible, and—if it's not obvious—I got total control over our forms anyway." She reached up and scratched one of Luca's ears. "So I can be a tall guy again to protect you if you really want."

"Mm-mrowh..you can't just make the couch into a bed, then?"

"...That's a temporary solution and you know it. But whatever, it beats driving when I'm already sleepy. C'mon, kitten." She loosely grabbed Luca's wrist and led her back to the living room.

A mere wave of her hand was all it took to make the couch grow into a nice, big, queen-sized bed with a mattress and box springs. She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the bedroom to lift the sheets, covers, and pillows off of Luca's bed and bring them over to make up the one in the living room, resizing everything from the smaller bed along the way so it would fit.

"..There," Vincent clapped her hands together, and casually started stripping her clothes off. "But from now on we go to my place, 'cause it's not a total disaster."
Luca blushed at the sudden disrobing, but certainly didn't look away. "Eh, heheh..'from now on'?"
"You heard me." She was down to the lingerie now, but decided removing any more would wait for a special occasion. "Ehh, we'll figure it all out later though. Let's go to bed for now," she said, ruffling the catgirl's hair and enjoying the resulting purr before leading her over into the bed with her.

"S-sure...heheheh..."

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After lunch and a full afternoon of creative pranking, Olivia returned home to make herself supper and went to bed. From there, she went to her awful job the following morning and kicked off another week generally similar to the last one.

At the gym, Olivia found the shoe increasingly to be on the other foot. That was—instead of people giving her advice, she was finding people new to exercise and helping them get their start. For the most part she was just parroting the excellent advice everyone had given her, but there were some small nuggets of her own experience thrown in there, too. She wasn't just dispensing advice either, instead giving people who wanted to better themselves some enthusiastic encouragement, even going so far as to mention how hopeless she'd felt 'not too long ago'—which they probably assumed meant months to a year, not literally three weeks back. It didn't seem unwelcome for the most part, and she found some people actively seeking her out for more advice before very long.

She didn't particularly notice her body changing in any drastic leap, but there was still some subtle transformation going on. The most clear-cut sign of this was that her bust size had slowly increased by three days in, and of course the belly pudge she'd still had was steadily vanishing away, too. If there had been some magic effect, maybe from the Vixen Society people themselves, changing her from an obese man into a healthy girl, then perhaps this more subtle shift was a weaning-off of that effect to get her used to a normal rate of self-improvement again. Whatever the reason, she certainly didn't mind. It could've stopped at the stage that made her female and she'd be satisfied enough.

The moment that made this week very different from the last one came near its end, the day before she'd be off work, when she went from her job to the gym and walked in. The fox-girl was heading to find some space to warm up in as usual when a particularly tall, fit-looking guy approached her with apparent purpose, so she stopped to see what it was about, feeling an immediate apprehension. But his body language seemed relaxed, laid back, friendly—definitely not hostile or accusatory.

"Heyy, Olivia, right?" he said. She realized this was the person who'd advised her about warming up and cooling down on her first day at this gym—although, of course, he wouldn't possibly recognize her as the overweight guy he'd given that advice to.
"Uhh, yes?"
"Jim," he said, offering her a hand to shake, which she hesitantly took. "I'm the manager here."

"O-oh, yeah?" She was debating using her powers to just vanish at this point.
"Hahah, no need to be nervous! You haven't done anything wrong or nothin'. I do wanna talk with ya for a minute, though. My office?" He gestured at nearby door.
"Uhmm...s-sure." Despite his assurances, it was hard to imagine any positive reason for her to have gained the attention of the guy in charge of the whole gym. But she reminded herself that she could vanish at any time, after all, if she didn't like where the conversation went—and followed him inside anyway.

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Troy decided after a while that he couldn't just keep brushing himself and feeling for...shrinkage...all afternoon. He had other things to do, after all—tomorrow afternoon was the next day for the game, and he was still the DM, wolf traits or no. And he needed to get some supper together, too. He got up and got to work, doing one thing after another to more or less distract himself from what was happening. Now and then, he would feel a slight tingling between his legs, and each time he went to use the restroom he found less...there...to work with, but other than that he conducted things more or less as normally as possible. His heart raced briefly each time he was reminded of the coming change, a nervous anticipation that wasn't sure whether to be happy or not, and then he would go on to distract himself once again.

He sat down on the couch and yawned quietly, picking up his brush from the end table and running it through his tail a couple more times. It was getting late, fairly close to bedtime, and his body was letting him know. But he kind of wanted to...experience it, for himself. Say goodbye maybe, as absurd as that sounded. He didn't want to just fall asleep as he was and then wake up the next morning...

...Well...

...Wake up the next morning, female. "Mrrfh." He barked softly as he rubbed his ears gently with a hand, and felt his face warming with a blush as the tingling came back between his legs. "Ah...mmnh..?" He thought it would be like every other time before, a sensation that faintly appeared and then faded away again. But this time—this time, it didn't fade. "Wh..o-oh, is it...? Already...?" It grew slowly stronger...and stronger.

"Mrfh..aah...?" Troy squirmed in his seat slightly, feeling the tingling progress into a tugging, slipping sensation, and the slight warmth of his face heat up more and more. His ears lowered out to the sides, his tail beginning to wag back and forth, which meant...he was...enjoying this? "Ah, ah..oohh, maannn.." His hearbeat picked up; he felt nervous. The uncertainty he felt as to whether he was nervously anticipating something good or bad was starting to tilt toward 'good'. Something about his masculinity slipping away felt....nice?

"Aah, oh oo~oh.." His voice cracked strangely. He was squirming in his seat a little faster. He could feel it drawing itself in, closer and closer, until..

"Aa~aa~aaAAH~AARRFFH!!"

Troy's voice changed rapidly as it cried out, flipping from masculine to feminine in an instant. A loud bark came out in a high, adorable tone as the thing between his legs finally slipped all the way in, melted completely away, and transformed in an instant into its polar opposite. "Ah, aah, aa~aah..!" The voice that came from the now-girl's mouth was deep, low—plunging the depths of the alto range. "Aa~aahnnnNNNNnnnh..!" But it was a woman's all the same, and Troy cried out loudly with it as a wave, an overwhelming torrent, of feminine pleasure washed through her, accompanied by a wash of tingling across every inch of her skin. "Aa~aaAAaah, rrfh, y-yip!" A high, cute bark and yip came out of her lips. Her tail was whipping around rapidly behind her, her hips squirming all around, her face burning with a blush now.

"O-oh..aah, aa~aahnn..!" Troy's head was spinning. Did she really want—had she ever really wanted—to date a cute canine girl? Her butt pressed down into the seat beneath her as it grew bigger and rounder; her hips were beginning to push and spread, growing wider and plumper, and her thighs were following suit too. All of these sensations only continued and intensified the fuzzy, wonderful feelings from down between her legs, overwhelming her mind and making it hazier and hazier.

"Ahh~hhnn...rrfh, y-yip! Arfh!" Two particularly hard outward shoves from her growing hips came with little mini-waves of pleasure and drove more extremely girly, canine noises from her mouth. Maybe it was just—that she wanted to be an adorable dog-girl, or wolf-girl, or fox-girl? Or maybe not just adorable, but...

"Mnn~nnh..o-oh, m-my chest..!" Her voice went high and breathy as she felt a wave of sharp tingling all across that area, followed immediately by a sensation of growth as her nipples raised themselves up wide and tall, beginning the preparation to convert those flat pectorals into the kind of chest that a pretty girl was supposed to have. "Ah, ahrr~rfh..! Oh, oo~ooOOooh...!" Troy squirmed helplessly, lost in an ocean of womanly pleasure, as the nipples raised little bumps up from beneath them, making some intensely sensitive skin rub across the soft cloth of her shirt.

"Ah, aa~aaAAahhn..! Y-yip, yip!" The new wolf-girl felt the masculinity draining steadily from her very mind, one wave of pleasure at a time. Her cute, fluffy ears and tail and fangs were amazing—that she would've agreed with before. "Oo~ooo, ooh maa~aahnnNNNnh...!" Her long, velvety-soft hair was gorgeous and wonderful. She'd been starting to get used to it, enjoy the way it felt lying across her back, blowing in the wind, or with her hand or a brush running through it, so—sure.

A hard push came from the wolf-girl's chest, bringing with it a burst of rapid growth from her already moderate-sized breasts. "Aa~aaAAah, rrrr~rrrufhh..!" Being a curvy, adorable wolf-girl was what she really wanted..! Now that Troy would've at least been doubtful about before, but with full awareness of her rapidly-forming gorgeous, hourglass figure and the absolute pleasure that each wave of change drove through her newfound physical femininity, she found herself wanting that more and more. "Ah, ah, a~aahnnNNnnh..!" Another burst of growth brought another burst of pleasure, and Troy felt like her mental masculinity was draining away just like the physical one had—only much, much faster. She could imagine herself in all kinds of pretty, frilly, girly clothing; she could imagine herself flirting with boys, maybe even letting them pet her a little bit...she didn't really need to imagine the kind of pleasures a girl could feel, of course, because she was still caught deep in the throes of just such sensations.

"Arfh, aah~arfh...!" Two more little pushes, and two more waves of pleasure with them; her breasts were pretty big now, she realized. Troy was beginning to feel overwhelmed and exhausted, assaulted as she'd been by one intense sensation after another, and was starting to mentally beg for this to end. But—not to just stop, in a disappointingly sudden way. Rather...

"Aa~aah..!" A pressure built in the new girl's breasts, rapidly growing stronger and stronger. "Agh, againnnNNnh..?" Soon she could feel that it was ready to burst, and then..it did.

"AA~AAWRROOOOOOO~OOOOO~OOOOHHh....!" A loud, womanly, wolfy howl erupted from Troy's lips as her breasts released the pressure, pushing themselves out one last time into an enormous, voluptuous pair of globes to match her already impressive, womanly figure. Her conversion from a boy who liked doggy-girls into a curvy, sexy wolf-woman came to full completion, every last thought of ever turning back fleeing her mind for good in response to the final wave of pleasure that drove her to howl so.

Troy was left totally breathless, her entire body burning hot, her womanhood left in the afterglow of all of that pleasure. She panted rapidly—just like a dog—for a long moment, sitting there on the couch. "Haa~ahf, hff, ah, I-I...mmngh.." She squirmed slightly in place, feeling exhaustion begin to roll over her just as she started to regain her breath. "Wah, w-oo~owh..." The brush she'd been using had fallen off the front of the couch—rather, she'd dropped it. Her glasses had been thrown off at some point during all of her violent thrashing around. Her clothes didn't really fit all that well, but they were...comfy enough, right?

"Ffh...h-hwaa~aau~uwwh..." The wolf-girl yawned adorably, and slowly slid over onto her back on the couch, feeling thoroughly worn out—as if the body she found herself in had been in some part her own handiwork through some intense, tiring effort, rather than merely that of someone else's curse. Her eyes didn't even open once from the time they'd fluttered shut mid-transformation to when she lost consciousness, her girly, canine mind drifting off in a memory of the most intensely wonderful pleasure she'd ever even imagined, much less gotten to actually feel.

"Mn-nnngh..." Troy slowly came to, the sensation of warm sunlight on her face. There was no moment of confusion as to what had happened last night, why she was on the couch, nor any hint of a thought that her body felt the least bit strange. She knew exactly what she was now, and exactly how she came to be that way, and now she was curled up with her knees up at chest level, arms hugged around her legs, on the couch. She slowly turned over, then sat up a little awkwardly: splaying one leg out while folding the other underneath her, pushing one hand against the couch to get herself upright. Then she rubbed her eyes with her free hand.

"Ah, rr~rfh. W-wow, Carter r-really did a number on me, huh?" she muttered to herself. The deep, mature alto that came out of her throat was already starting to feel pretty natural. "Orr, did I do that number on myself..? Hmmnh." She pulled her legs down off of the couch and hopped up onto her feet, realizing slowly that she wasn't wearing quite the same clothes as the night before. Instead of boxers, a pair of soft, snug white panties adorned her hips, and in place of her shirt was a blue-and-white hoodie that barely trailed down to her hips and hung open around her slender waist, flat belly, and enormous breasts.

She ran a hand gently through her wild, long hair—of course she'd tossed and turned a little in her sleep, and even the slightest disturbance could render tresses that long a bit unkempt. Then she traced it down the side of her body, feeling the impressive curve it had. "H-heheh...well, either way, I'm glad I got cursed." Her tail wagged back and forth behind her, her ears standing straight up with delight. Troy knew she needed to get cleaned up and tame some of that hair and fur, but first—she started toward the kitchen, carefully stepping over the discarded brush and glasses. She was starving, craving some delicious meat to re-energize her after a transformation that seemed to have taken as much out of her as any workout...not that she was complaining!

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Kiera hadn't expected her own taste in clothes to lean quite so feminine.

She'd come to the store with Ella and a vague plan of getting some t-shirts, shorts, pants—maybe something with pockets if that even existed for girls, and also maybe a purse purely for functional reasons. She left with a number of dresses and skirts, actually wearing a brand new outfit of short black skirt, stockings and close-fitting blouse. It might've been the Kitsune's influence—or at least she felt she could get away with blaming Ella for it, anyway—but it was more honestly that anything Kiera felt herself to be cute in, that was what she wanted. Oh, she got tomboyish clothes too, but like everything else, it was almost exclusively the ones that Ella praised as 'cute' or 'looking good on her'.

Since they'd done this in the morning, the two girls went to a nearby restaurant for lunch, sitting across from each other. Kiera felt like she understood how to sit in a skirt properly on pure instinct somehow; crossing her legs felt like a pretty comfortable, natural posture. "So, next thing—we really gotta rip the band-aid off with your parents," Ella was saying. "Let them know what happened."

"Mrrowh," she complained. "Do I have to do that today?"
The Kitsune shrugged. "Maybe not. But maybe they'll see pics I took of the two of us together when I post them later today, and wonder why they haven't been told just what's going on yet~."
"You're a cruel fox-girl," Kiera said, folding her ears down.
"No no, seriously—trust me," she said, reaching both hands across the table to earnestly hold onto Kiera's wrists. "It's better you let them know sooner rather than later. It lets them know you trust them, which—you do, right?"

"Like you trust yours to know you're part-fox now?"
"Hey, that's different! And don't say it too loud, either."

"Rrrh, fine. When we get back to the dorm," she promised.

In the end, they didn't take it too badly. It was a shock, to be sure, but they recovered quickly enough into 'parental encouragement mode', saying that they could go looking for someone who'd sell a potion or commission a spell or something to turn her back into a guy if she wanted it, but if she was happier as she was now, then that was great too. Kiera's own emphasis that she liked being a Neko quite a bit seemed to deter them from even considering her newfound feline-ness to be a potential problem.

After that, Ella let her parents know too. They were actually relieved by the news that their now-daughter was no longer rooming with a boy—even though the two of them hadn't so much as really flirted beyond her teasing him a little on the morning she first became a Kitsune. They'd been almost overenthusiastically happy about Ella happening in the first place, come to think of it—like they'd either wanted a daughter all along or were overcorrecting towards encouraging their child for some reason. Not like it was any of the Neko's business, as long as everyone was cool with how things were now.

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"G'wan, have a seat if you want," Jim said, moving to behind the desk in the office to sit down himself. So—Olivia sat down facing him. "Sooo...you came in here around the start of this month on a free trial, right?"
"Y-yes?"
"I've been hearing pretty swell things about you," he said, still wearing a quite friendly grin. "You've been helping folks along on the path to self-improvement, yeah? Giving some helpful tips, helping inspire people to keep on trying?"
"Err...I-I guess so? I barely have any idea what I'm talking about, so I've just been repeating the advice I got."

"Hey, it's good if you know what you don't know! Better than making up some random junk that'll mess people up, anyway.

"I just wanna say, it's pretty great. Our whole thing is, you know, putting up a no-judgement atmosphere for people to make the improvements they wanna make. Having a culture of us all helping each other out on the way, y'know?"
"I uh..did get that impression. I hope I haven't been stepping on anyone's toes?"
"Naah, not at all. Like I'm tryin'a say, it's great what you've been doing. I guess you don't got any formal training in this stuff or a degree or nothin', yeah?"
"Uh, no."
"Still, I gotta ask," Jim said. "Maybe this is a dumb question, buuuut, how'd you like to do that kinda stuff here for a living? Y'know, work as a personal trainer and stuff?"
"Uuhh..." Well, this wasn't something she'd anticipated him saying at all.

"Yeah, yeah, it's cool, I'm sure you've got a better job already prolly. Just—thought I gotta at least make an offer," Jim said.

"I-I, didn't say no yet," she said quickly. "A-actually I'm just a little, stunned by the offer. To be honest, the job I'm in right now sucks. It's a dead-end office job, I haven't gotten a raise in like six years, nobody there knows me..."
"Weell, I can't offer too big a salary at first. I guess you'd be in kinda an apprenticeship, work with me and the other trainers until you have a good grasp of everything," he said. "Once you're fully..ready or whatever, it'd be a nice pay hike for ya, though."

"But I mean..why me, someone with zero training and no experience? You could, definitely hire someone who knows what they're doing way faster than all the time it'll take for me to learn stuff."
"Yeah, sure, I can buy an education," Jim said. "But I can't buy the right attitude. There's no way to tell how someone'll treat other people until you actually see 'em doin' it, and I like what I see with you. And you know what, I think you've got talent for guiding people along too, from seein' what you been doin' with the little bit of knowledge you already got.

"Sooo, you're interested?" he said.

"Well uh..h-how much is 'not too big'?" she asked. "And, what kind of hours would I be working?"
"Ehh, you know, maybe thirty to forty hours, five days a week, like? I have my trainers on a kinda flexible schedule, maybe a little demand-based, so you might not always have the same two days off. And..." He gave her a number-per-week, and it was double what she was used to being paid for six days' work.

"Uh..th-that's...is that after the training is done, or before?"
"Oh, before, totally. I'd lose all my good trainers if I was that stingy with their pay," Jim said.
"I want the job, then. Definitely."
"Yeah? Really? Sweet. When you think you can start?"
"Uh, t-two days from now? I have to quit the old job first..."
"Sure, sure. Iiii gotta admit, I was pretty sure I was shootin' into the wind here, so I didn't get any formal paperwork drawn up yet or nothin'. Let's say I shake your hand and we make a Deal of it," Jim said, "and I'll get everything drawn up by then?" She wasn't sure if he meant to say 'deal' with a capital D, but she heard it that way anyway.

"That's fine with me," she said, getting up to go shake his hand—this time a little more confidently than earlier.

"Cool. As far as I'm concerned, you got yourself a job, miss Olivia."
"Hhaahahah, I'm still kinda shocked to hear it." But she also, paradoxically, had a hard time not believing it, since a Deal had been formally struck.

"Well, hey, get used to it. We are gonna work ya pretty hard, after all. But—you came in for a more normal workout today, yeah? I won't keep ya from that any longer," Jim said, gesturing at the door out of the office.
"Sure...uhm....thanks!"

"More than welcome!" he called back as she bashfully ran out the door.