Vixen Society - Cycle 17

Vixen Society

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Cycle 17

Tory picked up the sound of a car parking in her driveway, and made it to her front door to open it before Stephen could get his hand all the way to the doorbell. "Oh! Hey," he said.

"Yo. C'mon in," she said, waving before heading for the living room. Stephen was probably the shortest guy Tory knew; he was on the thin side, and usually wore clothes loose and covering enough to make it hard to tell whether he had any muscle—but he probably didn't. His job was QA testing games, and his hobbies were largely sedentary, so he was probably lucky his metabolism kept him from really gaining weight.

He shut the door on his way in, and then stood excitedly fidgeting in place across from her for a moment. "So just to be perfectly clear. You want me to test my powers on you."
"Yeah! Please." Stephen said with a big nod.
"Gotta say, I didn't pick 'wants to be a girl' on my 'hidden personality trait' guesses for you."
"Well—you know," he shrugged. "I've been wondering what it's like 'on the other side' for a while now. And I'm..sure you'd be willing to help me go back after a month or two, right?"
"Yeah, sure," she said with a casual shrug. "But really—do you have anything specific in mind? Or should I just start trying things? There's some stuff I'm curious whether I can do, since the only ones I've changed so far are myself and Den."
"Then, yeah—go ahead and try stuff!" he said, gesturing at her. "I'm excited by the idea, but..I bet I'd figure out what I really like by experiencing it, you know?"
"Sure sure..let's see..."

Tory really hadn't used her magic all that much yet, but after learning she was a witch, she'd done some research on how 'witch magic' was supposed to work. Apparently, there were standard spells that 'anyone' could theoretically learn, but for witches and warlocks, there was usually some kind of 'personal style' that worked for inventing one's own spells. She had a guess what her own 'personal style' was, but since her power was apparently strong enough to just 'leak out' with Den that one time, maybe she didn't even have to do that?

So, she first tried a gesture, and imagining a relatively simple effect: Make him a half a foot taller or so. It took a long moment of concentrating on trying to do that before a faint red trail of light went out from about the palm of her outstretched hand to his core, and he shuddered slightly while gaining just an inch or two of height. "W-whoa..! Huh..." He looked around, clearly interested in the change of perspective—however slight it had been.

Tory crossed her arms, thinking. "Hmm." That had been a lot of trouble, and not as effective as intended, either. So she really was pretty powerful, it seemed, but it was still better to do things 'her way'. "Okay, let's try: 'A fox's ears I give to you, and not only one tail, but two!'" This came with the slightest flick of her wrist, and immediately a bright glow spread from her hand over to his body, quickly flickering over to his ears and lower back.

Stephen jumped, reaching a hand up to feel his left ear as it rapidly grew larger, taller, and fluffier."Ah—wow!" First one thick black tail with a pure-white tip made its way out from his back swishing out to his right, then a second one joined it, coming out to the left. Both tails then swished back and forth, crossing each other so that they generally stayed on opposite sides of him. After feeling the ear, and the other one, he was able to make one tail curl up in front of him and run a hand across it, shivering slightly from the feeling. "Weeeird.."
"You like it, though?"
"Uh, yeah! I think I could get used to this."

"What about the height change?"
"It's kinda nice...I do think I'd like not having to look up at everyone all the time," he said.

"So—even taller, then?"

"Yeah, sure!" he nodded.

"Okay~..."

Tory decided to try one more thing. On reflection, the gesture-from-a-distance being hard didn't really match with her managing to even partially change Den by accident. Maybe being farther away was the problem. Or maybe physical contact was another way her magic particularly 'liked' to work. "I'll try another thing, then. Hold still," she said, approaching him with a grin.
"Uh, s-sure."

Even though her heart definitely belonged to Den now, seeing Stephen blush at her sudden proximity was still fun and gratifying. But never mind that—Tory had a goal to achieve. She reached her hands down and gently rubbed his ears, exerting some effort to try to make them sensitive to her touch—to make him, over all, a little bit more beastly—and got some immediate success. A bright yellow color flowed out from the center of his eyes, quickly taking them over entirely, even as they slowly closed themselves. "A-aah, m-mrrrh..." Opening his mouth revealed the rapid growth of some vulpine fangs, and then he was letting out a soft churring sound. And now that she'd changed him through petting those ears once, Tory had a sense of a sort of channel between her magic and his body, something that made it feel like any change at all should be positively effortless...

To test this feeling out, she went for his hair first. It began spilling out longer and longer, rapidly falling down around his hips and no doubt tickling those two tails. Then it was time to do a little more. "M-mmrr~rrr~rRRRrrrh...!" Stephen's voice began changing, quickly lilting up out of male range, as his body's shape changed: Shoulders narrowing, face growing softer and rounder, legs growing longer. "Aah, aa~aah...!" He gained a few inches of height from the legs alone, and stretched a few more upward, as his voice peaked at a high soprano and then began deepening once again.

"M-mrrh..ah, a~aah..!" Tory focused her efforts on the most significant change now, and the shivering, squirming, and soft crying out from Stephen's mouth made it seem pretty likely it was succeeding. She quickly shrank his pants into tight, short shorts, his underwear into some feminine-cut boyshorts, and could now see the bulge between his legs shrinking away. And she wasn't even pushing at it now—once she'd initiated the change of sex, it seemed to gain a momentum all its own. His face flushed bright red as she took this opportunity to remove some unneeded masculine body hair, and gave him a few more inches of height, enough to place his face right across from hers.

"O-oh, aahh, aa~aa~AAA~AAaaah...!" Stephen's voice went high again as he cried out helplessly, the small bump between his legs disappearing away, allowing the tiny shorts around his hips to pull flat across her groin. "W-waa~aah...!" Her face became even more red as Tory pushed her hips wider, her bottom bigger, and thickened up her thighs. She gave the new fox-girl a little more height while she was at it: Even longer legs, and a body stretched up to a full six feet. But she left it at that—any more, and the witch might start to have trouble reaching those ears!
Now it was time to work on the rest of Stephen's curves. "Mm~mnngh...mrr~rrrh...." She squirmed her legs against each other, excitedly wagging both her tails, as her chest pushed out, forming a small pair of bumps beneath her shirt. Tory decided to shrink the shirt into a tank top now, and its sleeves disappeared, the collar expanding down to show off her neckline while what was left pulled tight against her slim belly. "Mrr~rr~RRR~rrh...hff, hfff—aah, aah, aaaAA~AAAAaahhh...!" The new girl shivered and squirmed, crying out with increasing excitement, as Tory mercilessly kept her chest growing bigger and bigger.

"Mm-mmnngh...! Ahh, aah.. ffh, oo~oooh..." A girl this tall would look great with a huge pair—and besides, she was clearly enjoying the process of growing them. They shot past A, B, and C cup, and only as they began to approach the size of Tory's own impressive bust did she think to start slowing the growth down. At the same time, she saw that the tank top had been pulled most of the way of of Stephen's slim, flat midriff, and thought: Maybe she could do with some muscle there. Besides, a little bit of extra strength to help carry those puppies was sure to be appreciated. So she got to work on that as the growth of the fox-girl's breasts slowed down, and all at once her arms and legs began to grow more fit and toned, her belly quickly solidifying into a visible six-pack.

Tory finally let go of the tall, strong, curvy fox-girl's ears. "Aah, a-a-aaaah...!" Stephen shivered again, her voice going shaky, as the transformation came to an end. She gasped, and let out a soft, low "Oo~oooh..." as, no doubt, the pleasant feelings in her new girly parts settled out and began to calm down. She was still left panting for a good half-minute, while Tory took a few steps back to really admire her handiwork.

Stephen slowly blinked her eyes open as she caught her breath, parting her lips to give a kind of embarrassed, nervous grin.

"U-uh, w-wow..heheh..hahahaha!" She couldn't help a giggle that turned into a full laugh at first, then finally managed to regain a little bit of composure. "Uh—th-the way that felt, man. Dude! Woman!" she said, putting her arms out and waving them around excitedly. Her voice seemed to naturally come out at a mid-low pitch now, what one might call a higher alto or very low soprano.
"I know, right~?"

"I-I mean like. D-did you do that on purpose?"
"Not really?" Tory shrugged. "I just tried to make my magic transform you. I mean—when I transformed, I got a pretty similar experience. Guess I could've warned you about the possibility, though.."
"N-no way, it's..heheh...it's kinda even better as a surprise. Like, I kept think it'd stop feeling good and start hurting or something—or at least feeling uncomfortable—but then I'd change a little more and like it even better! And—wow." She looked around at her surroundings from the suddenly-much-higher perch of her head, flexed an arm, patted her chest. "You really went all-out on the looks department, huh?"
"I thought you might appreciate it. Anything you don't like?"
"Well, I dunno. Not so far? I gotta get a good look all this in a mirror, though!"
"Oh, no problem. I bought a full-length not too long ago," Tory said, gesturing to follow and then leading the way toward her bedroom.

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"Not that I don't think ya 'made' clean clothes, but..." Angie tapped her foot a few times and gestured at the large pile of outfits on the floor before her. "I still feel like it'd be best to launder all these before folding or hanging 'em. Oughta make it easier to sort them out, too."

"Uh, sure. Do you need any help?" Olivia asked.
"Nah." The wolf-girl spun and hopped up, ambushing the taller Kitsune with a hug. Despite the surprise tactics, her 'master' caught her easily enough. This was mostly for the purpose of rubbing her ears while she continued: "Thanks to the 'job training', I'm more or less a pro. No offense meant, but you might just slow me down."
"H-heheh, if you say so." Olivia's warm, soft tails curled forward and enveloped the wolf-girl for a moment, and then she let her free to land on the floor and get to work.

"You just sit back and relax, now. I'll have all this taken care of in a jiffy!"

The mystical house that Olivia had 'inherited' didn't have a modern washing machine or dryer, but rather some devices that looked older than Angie was, yet accomplished basically equivalent automation for the same task using some sort of magic. Of course, the maid had as much control over these as she did the rest of the house, so all she had to do was carry a few armfuls of laundry to the right spot, put in the soap, and fire things up. She'd also be able to sense it when her further attention was needed, which would likely be a couple of hours from when the process began with this many clothes.

After that, she headed for the living room. Her 'sense' of the house let her know who was in what room, but she didn't even need that to guess that Olivia would be back at her chair watching TV for the afternoon. The wolf-girl didn't bother to wait for a formal invitation before hopping on top of her, burying her face in her cheek and enjoying the feeling of the Kitsune's fluffy tails wrapping all around her. It was strange, for someone as old as her to want this feeling of being warm and secure so badly...but maybe the many years she'd been alone had created that urge in the first place. Whatever the case, she couldn't have imagined getting that feeling from anything half so good as the kind, strong, beautiful-and-cute 'master' she'd wound up with.

"R-rrfh..." She softly barked, knowing full well how cute Olivia found that, and the fox-girl churred back. It'd be easy enough to persuade the Kitsune to take on a temporary male form now and then, and then maybe plant a good kiss on his lips...but this soft hug was quite good enough for now.

Angie decided: Falling in love could be such a wonderful thing.

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Falling in love could be such a terrible thing.

Quill got out of his car, closing the door behind him, and stopped, staring off at the gym for a long moment of indecision. This was the time he'd regularly come to do his daily exercise for a good couple of years now, and he was a terribly routine-oriented person. And it wasn't that he didn't want to go in now, but that his reason for wanting to made him worry on reflection, and doubt whether he really should.

It had been maybe a week now since he first saw her: A tall, curvy, strong woman with a cute face, beautiful bright yellow eyes, gorgeous long, light-brown hair..and also some big fuzzy ears and a giant, fluffy tail. Quill had never really felt one way or another about 'animal people' before, but somehow, on her, those parts seemed to enhance a beauty that already surpassed any reasonable comparison. He was hardly alone in that assessment, with several of the guys who frequented that gym around this time—and probably some who just so happened to be there for some other reason—took note too. Maybe he'd acted too soon, joining that crowd, and making it seem insincere when he'd asked her out..but he hemmed back that line of thought. It was disrespectful to assume her disinterest in him came down to a "bad strategy" on his part.

He'd heard that her name was Ryker, that she'd been a guy who came to the gym routinely before then. None of that was particularly relevant to Quill, except that maybe an "extreme tomboy" like that might know what it was like to be a man smitten with a beautiful woman. But that hardly meant she owed anyone a positive response when she wasn't interested.

Getting another look at her would be nice. Quill could even pretend to himself that asking her out this time might give a different result. But after several days of persistence, he really had to accept that it wasn't meant to be. He was only annoying her at this point, or worse. And...staring at her was wrong too, wasn't it? So he shouldn't go in. He should change his schedule, and just disappear from her life more or less for good. But he'd already driven here today...and besides, she didn't come every weekday like he did, so she might not even be there. Maybe he could work out the best way to do all that after today.

And so, Quill went inside. Inevitably, he was wrong, and she was there. He just kept his distance, and clamped down, forcing himself to look away or go somewhere else whenever he caught himself giving her too long of a look. He knew it wasn't the right way to behave, but his heart—or maybe his body—just wouldn't let his rational or moral mind win. If he really wasn't going to see her again after this, then a part of him still desperately wanted enough of a mental image to look back on later. What an absurd desire, too, when he knew that would only make him more upset!

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"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Kiera said. "They measure people for this stuff all the time."
"Gaawh..okay, if you say so."

"I do! So go on in," she said, half-shoving her.

Miles still came out looking very flustered, but now she had a list of sizes. With that, the three girls were off to pick out clothes.

"Uh, you think this would look good?"

"Yes! Try it on," Kiera said. "Or—grab some more. How about this skirt?"
"Uh—"
"Don't feel like you have to go straight for that," Ella interjected. "Wear what you think is comfortable."
"It wouldn't hurt to try this, though," the catgirl insisted. "You can't know how it feels unless you try it on."
"I uh..gawh..how do you even put a skirt on, though?"
"It just goes around and snaps or zips together. Very straightforward. You can tell me if you can't figure it out, okay?"
"Uh—okay."

It didn't take them very long to get a whole cart's worth of clothes for the new girl. Kiera complimented how she looked in the outfits a lot more often than Ella did..although the fox-girl did usually agree.

"Gawwh...I'm glad I already explained what happened to my folks, kinda," she said, watching the price steadily climb as the cashier scanned one outfit after another. "They'd think someone stole my card.."

"Yeah, always best to deal with that stuff first."
"A-anyway, seriously—thanks for helping me with all this. I'd be totally clueless on my own."
"No problem—both of us had to figure it out mostly alone," Ella said. "Not to mention the complications added by having a tail."

"Yeah. Very annoying," the catgirl added, curling her tail up in front of her to run a hand across it. "Totally worth it, though."

Kiera and Ella helped grab the bags to get back to the car with. "By the way..."

"Uh, yeah?"
"Are you thinking about using a different name?" Kiera said. "I mean—both of us did, but it's not like you have to or anything."

"Um..I dunno. I'm used to my folks calling me 'Miles' at least..but..gawh. Not that many people, uh, at college, really know me, so this'd be the easiest time if I did want to.."

"Any ideas come to mind?" the Kitsune asked. "It was pretty easy for me and her—'Kiera' literally just dropped one letter."

"I dunno..gaaawh..."
"What about 'Millie'? That'd be cute," the catgirl suggested.
She blushed. "Oh..c-cute, huh..?"

"Yeah. But. No pressure or whatever."

"Anyway—once you've got all this stuff put away..you wanna hang out for a while?" Ella asked.

"Uh! Yeah. D-definitely..."

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After the day off, it was time for Olivia to go back to work. Things went mostly as usual, until a newly-subscribed member was assigned to her. She tilted her head slightly at the very tall woman; from a distance, she'd thought this was another Kitsune—which would make the first one she knew of that she was meeting in person. But, magically speaking, there was basically nothing there. It felt to her like just a 'human' who happened to have furry ears, yellow eyes, and two tails. Well..it could be someone really powerful who was hiding it, or someone who was just really good at hiding her power...

She shook her head slightly; none of that actually mattered anyway, and she had a job to do. So long as this maybe-Kitsune wasn't playing a trick on her, at least. "I'm..a little surprised you're not already a member of a gym somewhere. What's your routine been before now? Oh—or uh, did you just move?"
"Oh, no—it's weirder than that. How do I put it...a friend of mine magicked me fit," she said. "I've never really needed to worry about, you know, getting fat exactly—but having muscle is brand new. And I like it, and wanna maintain it. I guess that's pretty weird, huh?"
"Maybe..a little? But, actually, you've come to the right trainer then."
"How so?"

"Well—you see all this?" she said with a slight gesture to herself. "I was very overweight just a few weeks ago. It wasn't as..instant as you're making your situation sound, but...a-anyway, I do know what it's like to suddenly need to maintain my fitness."
"Oh, that's cool!"

Olivia nodded. "Anyway—I guess the first thing we should do is actually find out how strong you are, so we know where to even start from. Exercise doesn't really do much for you if it's really easy, you know?"
"Yeeaaah, so I've heard."

"Okay, in that case, we'll start with some basic warm-ups. No matter what you're doing, you should always warm up and cool down, so you don't hurt yourself..."

While they did that, Olivia considered whether to benchmark this customer's stamina or lifting strength first. Running, or weights? Well, her bust was so big—even in a sports bra—that it was going to make running a little bit harder for her. It'd be best to make her feel some confidence first, so..weights it was.

She could lift about as much as Olivia could—unless Olivia was using magic to 'cheat'. Being around her this long, the seven-tailed Kitsune became increasingly confident she wasn't dealing with another of 'her kind'. This woman had a very honest, straightforward personality, if not a little bit awkward and blunt. Not that Kitsune always lied all the time, but one who was this honest probably wouldn't feel a need to hide their power around other 'magical' people. With that established—and Olivia making a point to help her feel very good about being that strong already—they moved on to the running.

The black-haired fox-girl managed a pretty good dead sprint, but when she stopped, bent over and panting, she said, "Hffh...th-think I...found..the problem...with huge boobs..." It seemed like Olivia had predicted things correctly. It was probably also safe to guess that the magic that made her fit had also enhanced the size of those things..if not given them to her in their entirety. Thankfully—while she wasn't that big, Olivia still had some tips for dealing with the bounce. Also, a little bit of research had turned up some more specialty sports bras intended specifically for this kind of problem. Maybe this customer wasn't interested in doing a ton of running in the first place, and they were a little more expensive than the standard kind, but it didn't hurt to let her know they existed...

By the end of their session, she had a satisfied, if quite sweaty, customer. So it seemed like Olivia would be working with this person pretty regularly from now on. That was fine—'Star', as she introduced herself, had a cheerful, positive personality that made her reasonably easy to get along with. After waving her goodbye, Olivia moved on to her next task...

The gym had some customers quite a bit on the older side. Olivia didn't handle those people directly for the most part, since the job was more physical therapy than ordinary exercise, and required a particular sort of expertise. She'd occasionally looked in on the real experts in that field working with those customers, and today, glancing that way, a vague idea began brewing in her head. One of the older men got very grumpy and stormed off—but this wasn't his first time doing that, and judging by the trainer's casual reaction, it must have been pretty common.

A seven-tailed Kitsune could easily enough make people younger...but just suddenly doing that to all of those customers would cause lots of problems for several people. They were healthy enough for the moment, and the rejuvenation service existed if they really wanted to be young again. All the same, Olivia was thinking of picking just one of them out to mess with a little bit...and that old man stuck out as a potential target. Not today, she decided...she had nothing resembling a solid plan yet. And, she kind of wanted to talk through the general idea with Angie to see if it was a good one, or could be improved...

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The image used for this story part was generated. I had some results using my older methods that I wasn't entirely happy with, and was going to settle for one of them...but mid-writing this or so was when I started improving my methods, and it was fairly easy with the new ones to get something much better.