Prama began leading the way toward her dorm room. "You know how
cults generally work, right?"
"I guess..?"
"I guess..?"
"What I mean is: They promise to solve all your problems, grant
your wishes, make the world the way you want it to be—as long as
you'll obey the leader without question. Ours pretty much operated
that way. That promise might sound ridiculous when I say it,
but Jerod's always been an extremely persuasive person,
especially one-on-one."
"It doesn't sound like you ever bought it, though,"
the fox-girl said.
"Of course not. I always assumed that he had some way to make
money off of the whole thing. At some point we'd bail with a
bunch of people's cash or stuff. Or else, it'd turn into a more
extreme version of a fraternity, where those of us on top could
always count on the lower-ranking members to be our minions
throughout life—something like that. I never imagined he
really wanted to summon an actual demon lord. And I
couldn't exactly say no when it was time to grab one of our former
members and do the summoning ritual...around that time, I was
mentally rehearsing a plea bargain in case Zeke pressed charges."
"But instead...what, you actually did summon a
demon?"
"No, we succeeded in something way more absurd, and accidentally ascended Zeke to godhood. So—that's Zotha, our leader now. She took over by actually sitting every one of us members down, asking what we wanted out of the whole cult thing, and then actually granting those wishes. Starting with Jess, formerly Jerod."
"No, we succeeded in something way more absurd, and accidentally ascended Zeke to godhood. So—that's Zotha, our leader now. She took over by actually sitting every one of us members down, asking what we wanted out of the whole cult thing, and then actually granting those wishes. Starting with Jess, formerly Jerod."
Logan stopped walking about halfway into the second sentence, her
head tilting hard, and Prama stopped at this point and turned around.
"Something wrong?"
"Do people get ascended to godhood often?"
"Uh, no. Actually there's not very many of them, and the old ones were pretty surprised overall with Zotha. They've calmed down considerably since then...I've deduced that it's probably because they're actually more worried about something else. They don't seem to want to tell her what it is—maybe another, much worse god appeared, or something?"
"Do people get ascended to godhood often?"
"Uh, no. Actually there's not very many of them, and the old ones were pretty surprised overall with Zotha. They've calmed down considerably since then...I've deduced that it's probably because they're actually more worried about something else. They don't seem to want to tell her what it is—maybe another, much worse god appeared, or something?"
The fox-girl sighed, then hurried to catch up again. "Who are
these other gods, then?"
"Well, you have Sol and La Lune, of the sun and moon respectively; the god of love, who has like a dozen names or something; Bastet, goddess of dreams and apparently motherhood or parenthood; Ouroboros, a dragon god of greed and cycles. Aaand...the one you might want to worry about is the Ruler of Foxes. Apparently Kitsune were a type of demon a long time ago, but made some kind of agreement with the gods' help, so now they 'elect' one of their kind to fill the role of keeping a set of rules, and this somehow filters out the demonic part of their nature."
"You're telling me that demons are real, too."
"Well, you have Sol and La Lune, of the sun and moon respectively; the god of love, who has like a dozen names or something; Bastet, goddess of dreams and apparently motherhood or parenthood; Ouroboros, a dragon god of greed and cycles. Aaand...the one you might want to worry about is the Ruler of Foxes. Apparently Kitsune were a type of demon a long time ago, but made some kind of agreement with the gods' help, so now they 'elect' one of their kind to fill the role of keeping a set of rules, and this somehow filters out the demonic part of their nature."
"You're telling me that demons are real, too."
"Right, of course," she nodded.
"So you guys tried to get a demon, and even though those
exist, you got a goddess instead?"
"Also correct. But that might have to do with the fact that the way we were trying to summon a demon is absolutely nothing like how one would actually do it."
"Also correct. But that might have to do with the fact that the way we were trying to summon a demon is absolutely nothing like how one would actually do it."
"So how do we vote for this 'ruler', exactly?"
"I don't know..I think only nine-tailed Kitsune are involved,
actually? But anyway, the person filling that role right now seems to
have been the Ruler since at least a few centuries ago, so I
guess whoever does have the right to vote thinks she's doing a
good job for now."
"And what are these rules I need to live under now?"
"And what are these rules I need to live under now?"
"Well...kitsune are generally known as tricksters. If there was
a properly written-out list of rules, the first thing everyone would
do is dig for loopholes. But some of it is apparently instinctual,
and it seems like most of the really important violations have
to do with 'cheating' to get more tails, or granting someone a tail
who doesn't 'deserve' it."
"I guess nine is the maximum number of tails?" Logan asked,
being at least vaugely aware of the relevant mythology.
"Right. Anyone with three more tails than you have can grant you
another if you 'deserve' it. But that also means that if you have
seven or eight, only the Ruler can decide whether you've
earned the last two."
"Uh, so...the person who's elected by nine-tailed kitsune, gets
to decide who 'deserves' to be a nine-tailed kitsune?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. The Ruler has to
enforce the rules fairly and accurately, or else. So if the rules say
you've done enough to get nine tails, she can't decide not to grant
them."
At this point, they reached the dorm building, and Prama led the way
up some stairs and down a hall before using a key to get them inside
the room. "Well, here we are," she said, holding the door
open and gesturing. Logan had to be very conscious of her tails to
keep them from brushing across the other girl on her way through the
narrow door. Once both of them were inside, Prama shut the door and
turned on the light.
"Huh..." Looking around the room, Logan found a slight
surprise.
"What?"
"It's just—this looks, I guess, a little cuter than I'd expect for someone who was male less than a month ago." There were dozens of stuffed animals all over the room, including a couple of especially large ones occupying most of the bed.
"It's just—this looks, I guess, a little cuter than I'd expect for someone who was male less than a month ago." There were dozens of stuffed animals all over the room, including a couple of especially large ones occupying most of the bed.
"Oh, well..." Looking at her, the fox-girl found Prama's
cheeks slightly red for maybe the second or third time since they'd
met. "Not long after I was changed, I found myself staring
longingly through some store windows at them. I, made the mistake of
telling Jess about it, and she started buying them for me—I guess
half as an apology for going off to room with Zotha instead or
something. I could only convince her to stop by saying I was running
out of space here."
"Does that mean...that your mind was messed with somehow, when
you turned into a girl?"
"Yeah. I mean—I asked for that. Like I said, Zotha was
granting wishes, and I wanted to be a genius. That obviously
involves messing with my mind, and she couldn't quite grant it for
nothing, so I was willing to trade social confidence and, I guess you
could say 'masculinity' to some extent, for that. The former is
something I'm working to regain, but...I don't actually mind
liking cute things," she said, shrugging. "Anyway, that's
all very particular to me."
Despite this assurance, Logan was still a little worried about
herself. She couldn't imagine ambushing Prama with a hug before
she'd been turned into a fox-girl, but it had felt so natural that it
had been nearly automatic after. And...being shorter and
smaller with a high voice, having breasts, furry ears, and two
tails...were all strange things about her present appearance that
seemed to have already faded into the back of her mind unless she was
actively thinking about it. "Uh, you—you said you know
some people who can 'fix' this, right?" she asked, poking her
chest with an index finger.
"Uh, right—there's a few ways, actually. I could buy a potion...but that'd be expensive, and take until tomorrow for me to do. Obviously Zotha could do it, or Jess by borrowing her power...hmmh." She tapped a finger on her chin a couple of times, then put that hand in front of her with that finger pointing upward. "No, you know what? This is Anika's fault for telling me you were close to awakening. So she can fix this. That's another of our leading members—wanted eternal youth, and Zotha made him a Kitsune to accomplish that. She's got four tails, but the Ruler cursed her for 'cheating' to get so many. At any rate, that's definitely enough power to transform you back to male, if you want it."
"Uh, right—there's a few ways, actually. I could buy a potion...but that'd be expensive, and take until tomorrow for me to do. Obviously Zotha could do it, or Jess by borrowing her power...hmmh." She tapped a finger on her chin a couple of times, then put that hand in front of her with that finger pointing upward. "No, you know what? This is Anika's fault for telling me you were close to awakening. So she can fix this. That's another of our leading members—wanted eternal youth, and Zotha made him a Kitsune to accomplish that. She's got four tails, but the Ruler cursed her for 'cheating' to get so many. At any rate, that's definitely enough power to transform you back to male, if you want it."
"Is this curse um...transferrable? Or anything?"
"Oh, no—it's very specifically her curse. You've got nothing to worry about there."
"Oh, no—it's very specifically her curse. You've got nothing to worry about there."
"That's...good."
"Um, anyway—we're just standing around awkwardly here. You want the desk chair? I can take the bed," Prama said, gesturing to each in turn. "I guess I'll call Anika to come help us out, and then..tell you anything else you wanna know, about Kitsune or magic stuff in general. I've had a chance to learn a pretty good bit of it over the past couple of weeks."
"Uh, sure."
"Um, anyway—we're just standing around awkwardly here. You want the desk chair? I can take the bed," Prama said, gesturing to each in turn. "I guess I'll call Anika to come help us out, and then..tell you anything else you wanna know, about Kitsune or magic stuff in general. I've had a chance to learn a pretty good bit of it over the past couple of weeks."
"Uh, sure."
Bill entered one of his usual haunts, went past the host to go sit at
the bar, and ordered his usual. Even though the bartender served him
fairly often, he sort of stared at Bill for a second or two before
recognizing him. He laughed it off, saying, "Them beauty
treatments must be workin'!" But this made it clear that Bill
wasn't the only one who'd noticed something different going on with
his hair. He laughed along, chatted with the other people sitting at
the bar, ate and drank to his heart's content—finding that he had a
little more of an appetite than usual, and ordering a dessert to help
with that. Then he headed out to his car and drove home.
The rear-view mirror of his car wasn't ideal for examining his own
appearance, so he decided to get a much better look in the bathroom
mirror before getting started on his clothes. When he got there and
looked, he found quite a shock. He jumped slightly at the sight in
the mirror, paused to stare at it for a long time, then brought up
his hands to try to feel for whether or not what he was seeing was
really there—or if he was somehow hallucinating.
"Well I'll be...!" A full head of hair—dark hair,
deep black like it had been when he was young, except for a few stray
bits of gray here and there. It was a little bit thin right where
he'd first started balding, but it was pretty much all there.
The hair alone wasn't all, however; Bill's complexion overall looked
noticeably more vibrant, his face sporting less wrinkles and worry
lines than he'd grown used to seeing. Running his hands through that
hair and all over his face found no contradiction with what he was
seeing, either. "Somethin' real unusual is
happening...but I'm not complaining. Hahaha!" He smiled at the
man in the mirror, realizing that he'd felt younger too,
decidedly more energetic, back at the bar. No part of him even seemed
to be sore from the day's work!
Whatever was happening, he still needed clothes tomorrow. So he
turned away from the mirror and went off to take care of the laundry.
As he continued his work, he ran a hand through his hair
periodically, and seemed to find it more full and voluminous than
before a couple of times. He glanced in the mirror again a while
later, and couldn't spot a single gray hair. The wrinkles seemed to
have all but faded out too, leaving him looking like he had somewhere
in his early thirties.
Bill went to work folding laundry a little while later. About midway
through the task, he caught himself yawning for the fifth or sixth
time. "Hoo-wee...guess I did work pretty hard today," he
commented, hurrying to get the rest of it done and put away. "S'pose
I could turn in early for
the night..." This was punctuated with another involuntary yawn,
so seemingly his body agreed.
By the time he finished his work, Bill found his eyelids rather
heavy. In contrast to the sudden, inexplicable burst of youth and
energy he'd increasingly felt all afternoon, his body seemed to have
grown desperately tired all of a sudden, to the point where it felt
like he might fall asleep where he stood if he wasn't careful. So he
didn't bother fully changing clothes, instead just discarding
everything but his boxers and shirt before collapsing into the bed
and pulling the covers up across his body. He drifted off to sleep
within only a few seconds of his head hitting the pillow.
"Well, there are werewolves—the person teaching me alchemy is
one of those. Then there are celestials—basically angel people,
complete with big feathery wings—neko, or cat people basically,
Rabbits—capital 'R', but pretty much what it sounds like, rabbit
people—I think oni and tanuki are real too. Oh, and dragons for
sure—they're very, very powerful, but also extremely
rare apparently. I know we covered demons existing before; do I need
to go into all the varieties they come in?"
"Not really...uh." Logan had been watching Prama for the past minute or so, and had finally come to the realization that the odd motion of her eyes was actually matching that of Logan's own tails. She would watch one for a while, and then switch to staring at the other.
"Not really...uh." Logan had been watching Prama for the past minute or so, and had finally come to the realization that the odd motion of her eyes was actually matching that of Logan's own tails. She would watch one for a while, and then switch to staring at the other.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, you're—kinda staring at my tails, aren't you?"
"Oh." The bespectacled girl blushed slightly, and nervously adjusted her glasses. "Sorry, it's just—I know you're not doing it on purpose, but that rhythmic movement back and forth..it's a little hypnotic. Aaaand part of me really wants to know what one feels like—they look exceedingly soft and warm."
"Well, you're—kinda staring at my tails, aren't you?"
"Oh." The bespectacled girl blushed slightly, and nervously adjusted her glasses. "Sorry, it's just—I know you're not doing it on purpose, but that rhythmic movement back and forth..it's a little hypnotic. Aaaand part of me really wants to know what one feels like—they look exceedingly soft and warm."
Logan returned a skeptical look, bringing one of the tails up into
her own lap for a second to look at and place a hand on. "...They're
blue. Like, ice blue?" But it was quite soft, she
noted as she let it free to go back behind her.
"That doesn't keep them from looking warm, with all that
fluff...but, sorry—of course I wouldn't just grab any
body part of someone else without permission."
Logan glanced over at one of the large stuffed animals occupying the
bed with her. Prama would probably never admit to it—because it
would feel like a very strange statement, if not an insult—but
whatever part of her had started really wanting those things
was likely the same one responsible for wanting to feel the
fox-girl's tails. The expression she made when talking about how warm
and fluffy they were was softer than her usual one, especially with
the slight redness of her cheeks. What did it feel like for
someone to touch one of her tails, anyway? She knew what it felt like
to put her own hand on one of them now, but that was pretty
different.
The Kitsune pulled her other tail up into her own lap, keeping it
still. "Uh...here. You really wanna know what it feels
like?"
"Er." Prama blushed a little brighter. Yes..expressions like that one made her look much cuter than usual, which was already cute enough. "Are you, sure you're okay with that?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just, like, run your hand up and down it a little. Gently. I am a little curious what that feels like myself."
"Er." Prama blushed a little brighter. Yes..expressions like that one made her look much cuter than usual, which was already cute enough. "Are you, sure you're okay with that?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just, like, run your hand up and down it a little. Gently. I am a little curious what that feels like myself."
"Well, if you're absolutely certain..." She got up, coming
close enough to reach, and then gently ran a hand from as close to
the base as she could reach over to the tail's tip.
"Mmh." Logan had been right about this feeling different
from her own hand! Her tail spasmed slightly, the rest of her body
following in a slight jolt, at the first touch; it was surprising
even though she'd seen the hand coming, and somehow this seemed to
enhance the sensitivity, like it was emphasizing just how close the
nerves of that tail were to her spine. After that first jolt,
however, the rest of the feeling of the hand brushing down her tail
was oddly...pleasant. Calming, maybe?
Prama brought her hand back the other way along the tail, and Logan
felt herself physically untense just slightly. This was pretty nice,
actually. Maybe she'd been missing out all her life until now, not
having a tail or someone to pet it. She gradually relaxed a little
more, feeling the stress that had come on since transforming—maybe
even some of the undercurrent she'd been dealing with since first
seeing someone else with a tail—easing off, just for the
moment.
She didn't really notice her ears lowering, or her other tail moving
back and forth a little faster, until both of them were startled by a
noise from Logan's throat. "Mrr~rrh." She jerked upright
again suddenly, feeling her face grow warm with a blush, and Prama
quickly took her hand off to let the freed tail quickly go back
behind the kitsune, then took a couple of steps back.
"Uh, sorry—I guess I got carried away," she said, still
blushing adorably.
"Er—no, it's fine. You, only did what I asked. A-anyway, it
felt..good, I guess. Just, weird still! A-and really
weird I just started making, what—some kind of fox noise?"
"I understand being part-animal can unavoidably come with some
slight, err, animal instincts," Prama said, nodding.
"But, either way—I guess you were enjoying it too." Logan
felt a tiny bit of unaccountable pride at the idea of someone else
finding her tails pleasant to the touch.
"Err—if I'm being really honest, it was an exercise in
self-control to not just, bury my face in that fluff." Prama had
on the best version of that soft, cute expression for just a moment,
before seeming to realize she'd fully admitted that out loud. "Um!
N-not that I'd actually do that!"
"R-right..."
"R-right..."
They remained in the same positions in silence for an awkward several
seconds—Logan sitting there and Prama standing not far off—and
the kitsune started to feel another urge to hug the other girl coming
on. But before that could develop too fully, both of them were
startled by a knock on the door.
"Hello, Prama? You in there?" said what sounded like a
guy's voice from outside.
"Uh, y-yep! Coming in a second," she said, and hurried toward the door.
"Uh, y-yep! Coming in a second," she said, and hurried toward the door.
"What, did I interrupt something?" the visitor asked with a
slight chuckle in his voice.
"Nope, we were just talking." She opened the door and
gestured inside. "So—Anika, this is Logan," she said,
pointing. "Like I said, the awakening did some things to his
appearance."
"Anika?" the visitor repeated, coming inside. He looked like a fairly average guy, except for obviously sporting fox ears and a tail (just one?), like Logan did.
"Anika?" the visitor repeated, coming inside. He looked like a fairly average guy, except for obviously sporting fox ears and a tail (just one?), like Logan did.
"Yes—I already told her about that, so you can drop the
illusions in here." Prama's tone of voice sounded more like a
command than granting permission.
"Fiiine." After a sigh, Anika's appearance suddenly,
abruptly changed to that of a curvy girl with very long, snowy white
hair. Logan perceived only as this shift happened that what she'd
been seeing before was a very expertly-crafted illusion, but possibly
something she could imitate with enough effort. "Yeees, this is
what I 'really' look like," she said, in a now-obviously-female
voice, to Logan, seeming to interpret the two-tailed kistune's
staring as meaning something specific. "At least until I earn
another tail and get rid of this stupid curse."
"Oh—I see," Logan said. Prama hadn't said exactly what
her friend's curse was, but this one did seem pretty bad.
Would it make her sympathetic to Logan's present problem, or spiteful
that she could be turned back? "S-so uh..you, wouldn't
mind helping me turn back into a guy, would you?"
"No, it's fine. Done it before," Anika said with a slight shrug. "Let me know when you're ready. I guess I should fix your clothes too—a guy wearing that would look pretty bizarre."
"No, it's fine. Done it before," Anika said with a slight shrug. "Let me know when you're ready. I guess I should fix your clothes too—a guy wearing that would look pretty bizarre."
"Uh.." The blue-haired fox-girl took a second to look down
at her clothes, suddenly remembering that they weren't
something she usually wore. Yet another thing about this new
appearance that had faded into the background. "R-right. This
was a t-shirt and pants before, you know."
"I can do that too. Ready?"
"Um. Sure?"
"Here you go, then."
Anika gave a slight wave of her hand vaguely in Logan's direction, and the two-tailed kitsune immediately felt an immense pressure—the other fox-girl's power. She could try to resist it, but it felt like far too much to do more than struggle uselessly against. Prama had said that kitsune gain more power with more tails, which presumably made Anika twice as powerful as Logan was right now. Regardless, she knew what this was supposed to be doing, so she didn't resist it.
"I can do that too. Ready?"
"Um. Sure?"
"Here you go, then."
Anika gave a slight wave of her hand vaguely in Logan's direction, and the two-tailed kitsune immediately felt an immense pressure—the other fox-girl's power. She could try to resist it, but it felt like far too much to do more than struggle uselessly against. Prama had said that kitsune gain more power with more tails, which presumably made Anika twice as powerful as Logan was right now. Regardless, she knew what this was supposed to be doing, so she didn't resist it.
"Aah—mm~rrrh...!" There was some pushing and stretching.
Logan's recently-gained breasts and curves flattened out, her body
quickly growing taller as her clothes shuffled around on her.
"O~ooh..mm~mmh..!" Her voice deepend back towards a more
familiar male tone, and then, finally, there was that push as
Logan actually did turn back into a man. He gasped slightly, and
panted briefly as the change completed, his body settling back into
more or less the build he'd had that morning. Except—of course, his
tails were still there, and the fur on his ears, and his hair hadn't
gotten any shorter or less blue. "...Phew." He got up.
"Thanks, seriously. I guess you know, but that was really
weird for me."
"No problem. But if you really wanna thank me..." Anika paused, and shook her head slightly. "No—don't think of it as that, but more of an offer. A couple of other kitsune are working on a big prank with me, could always use another hand. It wouldn't take much effort or thought on your part at this point, and it'd help me make progress toward that tail I need."
"Uhh, maybe?" Prama had explained that kitsune were all about pulling pranks, and could earn tails that way, but he hadn't expected to be pulled into that the very instant he met another one.
"No problem. But if you really wanna thank me..." Anika paused, and shook her head slightly. "No—don't think of it as that, but more of an offer. A couple of other kitsune are working on a big prank with me, could always use another hand. It wouldn't take much effort or thought on your part at this point, and it'd help me make progress toward that tail I need."
"Uhh, maybe?" Prama had explained that kitsune were all about pulling pranks, and could earn tails that way, but he hadn't expected to be pulled into that the very instant he met another one.
"Well, I can explain it later if you'd like; Prama's got my
number. Just don't take too long to decide."
"Uh—right." Reminded of her presence, Logan looked back at Prama again. She looked so small from all the way up here...and her expression betrayed a tiny bit of disappointment that she was probably trying to hide. "Hey, uh, thanks to you too, Prama. Seriously. It's...a huge relief to actually get an explanation for all this. I guess being a kitsune won't be too bad, either."
"Uhm." She blushed slightly again. "S-sure, no problem. If you need some more help with your homework, I'll be available." Then, addressing Anika, she said, "I pretty much told him all about how to be a kitsune, but I guess you could help fill in anything I missed?"
"Uh—right." Reminded of her presence, Logan looked back at Prama again. She looked so small from all the way up here...and her expression betrayed a tiny bit of disappointment that she was probably trying to hide. "Hey, uh, thanks to you too, Prama. Seriously. It's...a huge relief to actually get an explanation for all this. I guess being a kitsune won't be too bad, either."
"Uhm." She blushed slightly again. "S-sure, no problem. If you need some more help with your homework, I'll be available." Then, addressing Anika, she said, "I pretty much told him all about how to be a kitsune, but I guess you could help fill in anything I missed?"
"Yeah, sure."
Bill had a very strange dream. It was just an unfamiliar woman's
voice saying: "You sure you want this? Oh...you really
do." The voice sighed slightly. "Well, fine then."
That seemed like the end of the dream at first; he felt fully awake
and aware, but he opened his eyes to find that he was standing up,
and didn't feel properly sleepy the way someone should right after
awakening. The area around him was dimly lit and sort of nondescript;
he didn't have much time to try to take it in or make sense of it
anyway.
He had "woken up" to a feeling of warmth, something
wrapping around his body. It was pleasant, gentle yet firm, and
curiously reminded him of a mother's embrace. It rapidly grew
stronger in the brief time it took him to open his eyes and start to
notice what was happening, and then he shuddered as the warmth gave
him a spurt of fuzzy tingles all over. He turned his head downward,
and felt long hair falling down all around his face as if it had been
precariously stacked atop his head a moment earlier. He witnessed the
effect of the tingling on his arms, legs, and what his shirt let him
see of his chest, as his body hair visibly thinned and shortened,
vanishing away in each of those areas. At the same time, he could
feel the locks from the top of his head trickling farther downward,
starting to touch his shoulders.
"Aah..!" The warmth surrounding Bill took on a sense of
pressing and squeezing—not unpleasant, but slightly startling,
making him jump and softly cry out just once. This, too, had an
obvious effect on his appearance: Before his eyes, his belly sucked
itself in, turning from pudgy to flat; his arms and legs pulled
themselves slimmer; his frame collapsed inward, his shoulders
narrowing. Even though the 'place' he was in was sort of vague and
blurry, looking up and around him briefly gave him the clear sense
that everything was rising quickly upward. He was getting smaller and
smaller...! And it felt nice!
"O-oh..mmh, m~mh, mm~mmh.." His shirt fell loosely around
his collapsing frame as his voice came out in some more soft
mumbling, its tone shifting with each utterance. "Aa~aah..."
He could hear the masculinity vanishing from it, and the pressing,
squeezing warmth seemed to be pushing it out of his body, too. He was
getting smaller and softer—cuter! His heart raced as this
realization began to hit him, his face warming with a blush; the
fuzzy, tingly feeling faded off from most places now, but grew
stronger between his legs, driving some excitement down there even as
he felt that part of him noticeably shrinking.
The weight of Bill's hair gently slid its way out to halfway down his
back. The squeezing eased off, his body's shrinking slowing to a
halt, and he was left still feeling soft and fuzzy, and even more
excited than before. "O-o~oh..mmh, mm~mMMmh..!" A low, yet
very feminine alto rumbled through his throat as the tingling between
his legs progressed into a sort of slipping sensation. At the same
time...his ears erupted in a sharp burst of fuzzy tingles, and began
stretching outward and upward, easily pushing their way past his hair
as they grew. "M-mrh..mro~owh..!" The noises from his mouth
changed slightly in response to this, becoming decidedly
more...feline?
"A-aah..!" The slipping between Bill's legs gave way to a
sharp tug, and a high, soft cry came out from his throat in reponse
to this. "Aah, aa~aah..!" Another couple of tugs
were accompanied by a sudden rush of tingling, stretching feelings
out from the base of his spine, as a tail began to make its way out
to match his big, fuzzy ears. "M-mewh~!" A high, cute kitty
noise came out with the next tug, and then:
"M-mr~rrOO~OOO~WWHHhh...!" Bill felt the last of his
manhood melting away, a deeply, intensely pleasant feeling
that made his whole body weave and wriggle around!
"M-mm~mmhh..o-o~ooh...!" This was followed immediately by a
very pleasant, fuzzy feeling down between her legs, as the new
girl felt several more things changing at once. Her hips pressed out,
her bottom growing larger and softer, and her thighs puffed out
thicker, too. At the same time, her underwear pulled rapidly tighter,
its material softening as its leggings vanished and it pulled snug
and flat down between her legs.
"M-mrr~rrrRRR~RRrrrh...!" She let out a deep, satisfied
purr as her shirt shrank, splitting itself apart straight down the
middle, and—more importantly—she felt her nipples raising
themselves up taller and wider, then pulling themselves forward,
driving the growth of a bump from underneath each of them. "M-mewh..!
O-o~ooh...!" Those bumps grew out bigger and fuller, rapidly
blossoming out into a full pair of breasts, and giving her more
fuzzy, girly feelings down between her legs the entire time!
"A-aa~aah...mrr~rrrh..!" Finally, with one last little
push, the new girl's breasts settled out to their full size, a nice
match for the rest of her body's gentle curves.
She was left panting in place for just a moment, and then slowly
found herself collapsing backwards, falling through air that seemed
to have been solid ground a moment ago, and then landing softly,
gently onto a bed...
"M-mrrh..?" Bill woke up from the strange dream to the
warmth of the early-morning sun on his(?) face, and confronted a
brief sense of disorientation. His body...her body suddenly
felt awfully strange. Some tiny, soft underwear was pulled close
between her legs, making the lack of a familiar thing down there
extremely obvious; the weight of her covers pressed down on some
quite unfamiliar curves. Not to mention, her ears were fuzzy
and mobile, as was a brand new appendage coming out from behind her
lower back and partly pinned beneath her upper legs. "M-mh..?"
And the low, womanly voice coming from her throat was odd, too.
She quickly tossed the covers off of herself, then wriggled around
slightly in the struggle to fully wake up before trying to open her
eyes. "M-mewwh...hooowaa~aaah.." She made a very feline
sound first, then yawned, starting to stretch herself out..starting
to remember the dream she'd just had.
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