The Party, Part Four: Noriko

By Ordos Tsceri

-Arrival-

Noriko entered the party house confident in the knowledge that her twenty-minute nap had not been enough to prepare her for this.

“Oh, lighten up!” Stacy said, playfully elbowing her roommate.

Noriko tried not to hold it against her.  She tried not to let the fact that her bubbly, attractive, shapely roommate fit perfectly into a black, off-the-shoulder, body-hugging dress annoy her.  She tried not to think about how she was only here and not spending the Friday night, after a grueling day at the law-office, passed out on their shared couch, because of Stacy.   She failed.

Parties were always her scene.  Being exhausted on the couch after a twelve-hour shift was Noriko’s. 

Noriko didn’t fill out her dress as well.  It was a dark cocktail dress that was really a skirt and blouse.  It was made for dancing, but only ever used for cocktail-hour get-togethers with people she didn’t like from the firm she worked for. 

They had just stepped past the threshold.  The line had grown into a twenty-minute wait by the time they met a pair of too cheery elf ladies and been assigned their random shots.  Hers had tasted like cranberry juice. 

“I’m just… so tired,” Noriko replied as they passed through the doors, foul taste still lingering.

“You have said that every time I have ever brought you anywhere!”

“That’s because you only ever drag me places after a full day of work.  Or class. Or studying. Or-“

Stacy laughed.  “See? This is exactly why you need me.  Otherwise you’d never relax.”

“This is hardly relax…ing…” Noriko managed as the two passed the threshold. 

-The Party!-

“What the hell?” Norkio managed, eyes wide at the scene before her.

The place was big.  There was a gigantic dance-floor occupying most of the central room, the balconies of the second floor looked down upon it, and numerous smaller spaces and rooms were just barely visible up there from where Noriko stood.  There were other halls along the main floor, and a bar at one end crowded with people.

But the venue wasn’t what stood out.  The people were… wild. 

The dancefloor was dominated by a gigantic snake-woman.  Noriko had to blink to be sure she was seeing it correctly, but the woman had two human torsos leading to her serpentine tail, and far too many breasts to easily count.  At one corner a vibrantly toothy… bird… woman? She seemed to be at the center of an orgy of some sort.

“What… what is this place?” Noriko murmured, too shocked to really process any other emotion.

Stacy laughed.  “Woah… this is way more intense than what Kelly described!”

Noriko blinked.  She was suddenly very aware of a lingering, tingling warmth within her… something like the kindling of a very nice cocktail around the point when she got a little giddy. 

“Stacy… we just drank potions…”

Stacy laughed, bouncing on her step.  Noriko’s eyes widened; her friend’s blonde hair was glinting, darkening.  By the time she had turned to smile at her roommate, her hair, along her head, her eyebrows, eyelashes, everything, was shining black. 

“Stacy… you’re changing!”

Her roommate smiled, showing off newly pointed teeth.  “Well, yeah! That’s the point, Nori!”  She closed her eyes, and Noriko could see her ears move, traveling up the sides of her head, growing pointed and triangular, until they rested on the top of her head, poking through her short black hair, themselves covered in black fur. 

“Mmmm… this feels great!” 

She moved, looking a tad awkward.  She kicked off her shoes and Norkio gasped, seeing her friend’s feet shift, elongating into new leg segments while her thighs and shins shifted and shortened, until she was picking her socks off of feline paws.  She left the useless garments on the floor, after all, Noriko realized, it’s not like she’d be able to wear heels again. Or shoes. That could probably save her some money…

“This… seems a bit much…” Noriko murmured, half entranced by her friend’s change.  Stacy, for her part, had been strutting towards the dance floor, Noriko trailing awkwardly in her wake.  Her roommate was a cat-girl. Or was becoming a cat-girl. Or maybe becoming a cat, very slowly? 

“Come on, have some fun!” Stacy cheered, a feline purr creeping into her voice.  She was shifting, slinking, rolling her hips as she put her claw-tipped hand on the exposed (and very furry) chest of a dancer with a wolfish smile, one growing more literal by the minute.  She swung her hips, her long black tail peeking out from beneath her dress, and took the dance floor.

Noriko looked around, to the dashing man with antlers to her right and the smiling woman whose skin was growing green, slick, and lustrous.  By the time she looked up, she’d lost track of Stacy and her wolf-boy dancing partner, somewhere in the press and churn on the floor, around the Siamese naga. 

Typical.  Stacy was turning into a cat-girl and Noriko was going to change… into something, and she still dragged her to a party and ditched her the second she found a place to dance.

She sighed, and she moved on.  She wasn’t much for dancing, and particularly didn’t feel like it now.  Instead, she walked through the crowd, looking at people, pretending not to hear when someone asked or flirted after her.  Not that she could hear what they were saying over the music and noise of the crowd, but she wasn’t in the mood for it. She felt obliged to make some effort of it before she politely excused herself, so she spent a little time looking around as she walked away from the dancefloor.

A pair of women were chatting, cups in their hand.  They were looking at the transformees and the changes, giggling and whispering in that excited way friends do.  Noriko just happened to catch their own changes. The taller one’s ears began to migrate upward, climbing up her head.  They had disappeared into her hair by the time she noticed the change. 

She brought her hands up, feeling her ears as they lengthened.  Soon they were poking out of her hair, growing tall and vertical!  Noriko couldn’t help but smile as the woman’s new bunny ears twitched adorably as she angled them, feeling her new muscles, picking up all the new sounds around her.

Her friend was giggling before her eyes shot up wide open.  Her arms began to shrink, her hands disappearing up her sleeves, and then her head followed suit!  The cup she was holding fell onto the floor, spilling its remaining contents on the tiles. The friend stared down as the shorter woman’s shirt seemed to deflate.  Finally, she laughed, and bent over, picking up her friend’s blouse and tossing it away.

Her friend was staring wide eyed, her cheeks blushing adorably… on top of her hips.  Her arms and upper body were gone! She shifted a bit, her greatly reduced body wriggling a bit.  Noriko couldn’t help but stare as the two giggled. The taller one lowered her drink so her newly truncated friend could sip, blushing scarlet.  

That… that drove things home.  Stacy would be fine as a cat-girl, but… how would she handle being like that?  Short, armless, so… dependent on other people… and why was that making her warmer?  Noriko tried to push along.

“Uhm, could you help me?” a feminine voice asked.

Noriko turned to see a woman, an Asian woman, smiling up at her from the floor.  She was cute, her fair cheeks flushed, a tasteful blouse torn open by a pair of beanball-chair sized breasts.  She was stuck on the floor, unable to even lift the boobs, each at least three feet wide, and which much have weighed as much as the rest of the girl. 

“I, uh… I put down my drink, before I could finish growing.  And, uhm, it’s a little out of reach now. I don’t think I can really move much right now.” 

Indeed, there was a glass, half full of a faintly shimmering amber fluid, resting on a small circular  table-stand next to the grounded woman. “Would you mind getting it for me? The cocktails here are expensive, but they’re… very good,” she giggled.

“Uhm… sure,” Noriko said, picking up the glass from the table and handing it to the woman. 

She drank it all in one long draught.  And she started growing. 

Noriko stepped backward, awed and horrified as the woman’s already massive, immobilizing boobs swelled.  Her legs began to shrink, but then her thighs swelled, bursting apart her skirt as empty shoes flopped onto the tiled floor, and the familiar shape of burgeoning breasts began to swell in their place. 

“Oooh… this feels so good… I’m so… big!” she giggled as her face rose, buoyed by an expanding set of gigantic breasts, even as her arms shrank and even her head grew round…

That… that was it.  That was too much. Noriko didn’t wait to see what happened.  She was near a flight of stairs to the upper story. There seemed to be fewer people there, so she pushed for it.

-Seclusion-

She stumbled up the stairs, blushing, trying not to think of the woman who had become mostly boobs.  Or how she’d helped her. Or if she knew that would happen. Or if she cared. And especially not the nibbling warmth that flared between her legs and within her breast at the sight.

True enough, the second floor was more sparsely populated.  It seemed most of the people here had already experienced their change; men and women in mismatching clothing, flirting over drinks, a couple were making out, but the guy’s ears were growing long and tapered, he was growing tall and willowy, his stylish clothes sagging loose on a taller, leaner frame.  And his lady-friend was growing… lustrous. Her blouse tented over ballooning tits, her lips became shiny and red, her mouth opened in a moan that never ended as her limbs grew stiff, and the elfin boy was making out with a sex doll.

The warmth had grown impossible to ignore.  Noriko stumbled away from the balcony, away from the raucous dancefloor with its lights and sounds.  She staggered past a woman with a two-foot-long neck and a guy with curling ram horns, and a pile of clothes with a tiny woman crawling through the shirt, flexing butterfly wings.  She barely noticed that the clothes were masculine. 

This place had been a home before, hadn’t it?  At any rate, there were rooms up here, hallways that opened into… bedrooms.  Of course. 

But still, she needed privacy.  The first two were locked, the next two weren’t locked, but were occupied.  So, she darted down the hallway and opened a room at random.  Thank heavens this one was empty. She closed the door behind her.  She wasn’t fucking anyone, she didn’t need to lock, she just… needed a moment.  Dear gods she was warm. 

She tugged at her shirt, intolerably tight, far too warm now.  She tugged it off, over her head, tossing it onto the bed. Her pants, too.  She just… needed a moment. A moment to cool down, to calm herself, to get everything nice and sensible again.  Then she’d go back out. She’d wait for her change, maybe try to dance a bit, then bid Stacy goodbye and slink back to the apartment.  She could call it an early night. Everything would be fine, but she just had to… stick it out, for a little bit longer. To put in the effort. 

Dear gods her bra felt tight.  Granted, she didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but she still found the thing useful.  It kept her nipples from tenting her blouse, making it a useful part of her professional attire. 

She had to breathe.  In and out, in and out…

The door was closed… so there was no reason she couldn’t let herself cool off a little.  After all, she would be leaving here soon. Like, maybe fifteen minutes. Twenty or thirty, tops. 

She reached up and, with practiced movements, tug off her blouse.  She tossed it onto the bed, and before the garment even landed her deft fingers were unlatching her bra. 

Noriko sighed with relief as her bra came off.  She felt… good.  That thing was so confining… and being free of it felt so relieving.  She let her hand brush against her nipple, the whisper-faint touch of her fingers sending an electric thrill through her heart and down her spine.

Her eyes flew open.  This… this had to be her transformation.  She thought about Stacy, with her fuzzy ears, tail, and feline legs.  She… she did seem to like being a catgirl. She was really getting into the spirit of things downstairs.  Maybe this could be fun. 

Some of the other changes had been extreme… she thought of the woman all but anchored to the floor by the weight of her tits, or nothing but a head on top of long legs and a cute butt, or even a blow-up sex doll, but… even then, it felt… exciting.

She continued disrobing, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping off her shoes and socks.  She laughed, softly, nervously, as she pulled off her panties and tossed them onto the bed.  She was nude, completely naked in a random room in this weird party…

Would she still fit in those clothes when her change was finished? 

Would she even still wear clothes?

Noriko took a quick inventory of the room.  It was fairly large, with a queen-sized bed pushed up against the wall with a window, heavy drapes drawn full to shroud it.  A mirror was on the wall by the door. Noriko examined her reflection and laughed, nervously, at what she saw.

Her boobs were getting bigger.

She brought her hands up to her chest, running her fingers over her nipples, feeling the mass of flesh grow larger, heavier, in her hands.  They actually filled her hands now! She was almost giddy; she finally had boobs!

Everything felt so… good.  No, better than that… delightful.  A warm, tingling feeling tickled through her body.  It was almost like being tipsy… a bubbly, energetic feeling of happiness and arousal and sheer, excited energy danced through her.

She felt her arms grow warm… and she felt that comfortable warmth envelop her like a familiar coat.  She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, but opened them when something didn’t feel quite right anymore.  She tried to adjust herself, but… something was wrong. Her arms didn’t move like she wanted them to. Or at all.

Noriko gasped when she looked down.  Her arms were gone! Her breasts had grown larger, much larger, each one the size of a hefty cantaloupe now, but her shoulders were smooth, round, and empty. 

Gone.  She walked over to the mirrored wall, her gait unsteady.  The mirror confirmed what her eyes had already told her. 

She stood there for a second.  Her breasts were still growing.  Her shoulders were still empty. She bit her lip, suddenly aware of how… good it felt.  Were her lips fuller? They certainly felt softer. She ran her tongue over them and blinked. 

Her nipples were erect, standing proud and eager atop pillowy tits approaching the size of soccer balls.  They yearned for touch, but she couldn’t oblige since her arms were gone. That was huge.  She felt so helpless… so vulnerable… and so sexy.  She felt the warmth of her embarrassment colour her cheeks before she saw the blush in the mirror.  She fidgeted, feeling her hefty tits wobble with the movement. She should be panicking… how would she work without arms?  A quick list of all the things she wouldn’t be able to do, turning doorknobs, chopping vegetables, operating a keyboard…

She tried to panic… but she could only barely muster some worry.  

She trembled, a sudden surge of otherworldly sensation whispering through her.  Noriko gasped; she was still changing.

Another pair of nipples appeared, below her breasts.  And another. And… another. She recalled the snake woman (women?) dancing at the center of the ground floor.  Was she becoming something like that? No… no, this felt somehow… different.

Her fair skin began to darken and shift, becoming a dappled… greenish hue? 

“Aaah!” she cried out as her knees went weak.  Her legs, already wobbly and unsteady, gave out entirely.

She landed on her tits, face down.  “Oomph!” she murmured as she wobbled, her mind filled with confusing messages and sensations.  She had landed on the far side of the bed, opposite of the mirror, and could only feel the changes rippling through her. 

Her breasts didn’t hurt.  There were enough of them to support her weight… and she was growing larger, heavier.  Her legs tingled, and soon she recognized the absence of sensation, of input, of control… her legs were gone. 

She panted.  She closed her eyes.  She could feel herself getting bigger.  The swell of her breasts expanding, of more and more flesh, billowing into her breasts, extending her torso.  Her neck tingled and tickled, and she felt it sink away, fusing her head to her torso, her facing looking forward, her hair evaporating in a ticklish cascade.  Her torso felt so strange… warm, burgeoning. Things inside were changing… moving around, new organs forming, old structures fading away…

And then it was over.  Noriko was panting, exhausted from the exertion of her change. 

She felt so… soft.  So squishy. So… relaxed. 

And unbelievably horny. 

First things first… she had to move.  She tried to feel herself out… no arms.  Got that. No legs either. Limbs of any sort?  Nope. Her face was still there. She could poke out her tongue, but it was still her normal, old, human tongue.  So… she could lick her lips. That was a plus. What about muscles, just, anywhere else?

She flexed something and felt a portion of her body compress.  This was something. 

It felt good.  She had at least a dozen boobs, each one massive, round and taut and squishy, all on her underside, all in contact with the carpeted floor.  She couldn’t move her tits, but if she wriggled, compressing and stretching those odd muscles in her tubular body, then she could sort of create distance, a few inches at a time.  With a little exploring she found a rhythm, contracting her body at three to four points, stretching, and alternating at the same time… it seemed like optimal locomotion in her new form.  Each push moved a couple of her boob-feet forward a few inches, then the contraction focused her weight on the newly moved tits and she pulled the next set upward.

Movement solved, she decided to get a look at the new Noriko.

She squirmed, inching past the room’s bed and into view of the mirror.  She silently gasped as she took in her new body.

First, she was big.  Her body was primarily a tube, wider around than she had been as a human, and over twelve feet long.  She was too big to stretch out in the room, her bulk curling around the bed and furniture. But bending around felt easy… like she didn’t have an entire bone in her body.  Taking a look at said body, the sentiment seemed fitting. Her body was a tube, but not a perfect cylinder; she was somewhat segmented, each segment swelling and cleaving slightly, forming natural creases where her boneless bulk could contract and extend.  Each segment seemed to be about three feet wide and nearly as tall.

And her boobs!  She couldn’t see all of herself in the mirror, and so she couldn’t count the number of breasts that now crowded out her bottom.  Each boob was the size of a ripe pumpkin, a round and squishy orb crowned with nipple larger than her now absent thumbs. Her breasts were angled, not directly on her bottom but positioned about 45 degrees to her belly, pushing downward along her sides… it occurred that they anchored her, keeping her round body from rolling sideways.  They looked almost like legs… but she had no muscles attached to them, she couldn’t move them, just her tubular body.

Her face looked much the same, save for her color.  She was green now, a soft light green along her bottom and face and a more vibrant green along her top, back, and lips, a dappled pattern running over her back.  Her lips were fuller now, softer and more inviting, their new hue making them stand out fetchingly. Her neck was gone; her face was on the front end of her tubular body, and she could barely move it, let alone turn or crane it.

She… was a caterpillar.  With gigantic tits. 

She blinked, hardly believing the girl… monster… thing in the mirror, who blinked in accordance, was her.  But she could feel her massive body. So soft, so squishy… armless, limbless… taut skin stretched tight over round, plump breasts… she felt half a prisoner in her own body…

And Noriko was so turned on by the thought. 

Alright, she’d seen herself… next she had to do something about that burning in her loins.  An idea took hold. Noriko smiled as she began to squirm. She figured out how to turn. Without bones, she was able to stretch and bend at a surprisingly good angle.  She watched the ripple and jiggle of movement travelling up and down her body as she inched along, every motion bringing her rear end closer into view. 

It took some time.  Maybe fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour… it didn’t really matter.  She heard and felt the thrum of the party below, but for now her world was this room and the sweet prize she was inching to.

She saw it.  Her rear end was beautiful; a round bubble-butt, cleaving down the center with a flowering, feminine pussy, her labia lips plump and thick, crowding each other like a lotus in bloom.  She didn’t appear to have an anus anymore… did she just have the one tube now? Did she even need to eat? Not important.

Her face was at just the right height.  She had pushed the bed aside, arranging herself in a circle, and then she buried her face into her crotch, breathing in the heady scent of her lust, kissing herself lovingly, before licking her labial lips, and then plunging in deeper to kiss and stroke at her clitoris. 

She stroked and licked and sucked herself, her experience with her few girlfriends paying great dividends as she administered to herself.  She came, and she felt the flood of pleasure radiate through her soft body, echoing through the sensitive, burgeoning flesh of her tits and rippling across her taut green skin.  The euphoria rushed up over her. Her body was a sexual pillow; she was soft and beautiful and glorious. She pressed on. Again, and again, and again, drifting off into a haze of her own lust excitement, twelve tits on the floor.

-Reacquaintance-

Time seemed to blur.  Noriko could feel the thrumming, thumping beat of the party’s music, pounding through the floor and up her breasts.  She was certain she’d drifted off, comfortable in her bizarre new squishy body and gently rocked in the afterglow of her orgasm.  And she was similarly certain that she’d woken up, only to be drawn by the alluring scent of her own sex, and to repeat the act of auto-cunnilingus that had sent her drifting off happily in the first place. 

But, this time, she was roused from her reverie by the sound of a door swinging open.  It banged against the wall, and she wriggled her face away from her round butt, blushing at how strange and delightful the motion still felt.  Would she ever get used to wriggling a boneless torso, shifting her weight around on a dozen pumpkin-sized tits?

“Nori, is that you?” she heard Stacy’s voice.  “A couple people told me they saw someone who looked like you rush this way like, hours ago and… oh… oh  wow.”

Noriko’s mouth opened to make the same declaration but only a soft moan came out.  Stacy was still a cat-girl, but rather more cat than girl now. Her roommate walked on all fours, her hands full paws without opposable fingers, her arms the same length as her legs; perfect for walking on all fours, useless for anything else.  Well, maybe for knocking things over, too. 

Stacy strutted over, graceful and comfortable in her quadrupedal gate, her black tail raised upward, her clothing entirely discarded, her six pert, small breasts hanging under her horizontal chest.  She moved exactly like a cat, and the whole package suited her so well… had she always been destined for felinedom? 

“My… and I thought I’d gone off the deep end.”  She chuckled, but the noise came out as more of a purr. 

‘You’ve always been off the deep end,’ Noriko tried to say, but found that nothing intelligible came out. 

“Oooh… you’re mute, aren’t you?”  She was right in front of Noriko’s face, her emerald eyes narrowing into feline slits.  “You’re limbless, squishy, helpless, and utterly adorable!” 

She closed the remaining distance, her soft hint of a muzzle still retaining human lips, which she locked with Noriko’s.  Her tongue had the most fascinating texture. Noriko felt her sex smolder while they kissed. 

Stacy broke the kiss.  It would have taken a while for Noriko to, and she wasn’t entirely certain if she could wriggle-crawl in reverse. 

Stacy laughed again.  “I’ve been wanting to do that for years!”  She trotted alongside Noriko’s flank, letting her roommate (former roommate?) observe her full, pink, and very wet sex, artfully on display beneath her erect tail.  She could smell Stacy’s lust. 

“You’ve been up here for hours, Nori.  The party’s winding down. Most people have already left, either on their own or as souvenirs.  Turns out the people… or witches, or faeries, or whatever, the ones that put this whole thing together, well, a couple are organizing a drive for people turned pets.  They thought ahead; there’s the change of personhood paperwork, a registry, even collars! I was gonna offer you first dibs at adopting me, but… I think now it’d be a better idea if we went down there together.”

Stacy leapt, the fluid motion taking her off the ground one instant and landing her on top of Noriko the next.  She made a faint squeaking vocalization when she felt the weight and force impact upon her. It wasn’t painful, or even uncomfortable, just… surprising. 

“I’m tired.  Just head on down.  I’ll give you directions if it looks like you’re missing the friendly adoption people.”  Stacy yawned, stretching herself on Noriko’s back. 

Noriko blinked.  She started moving, getting the process started, compressing small bits of her body, flexing out the sections with her boob-‘feet’, and contracting, inching away at a slow but steady pace, and apparently not causing too much of a ripple for her feline passenger…

Of course Stacy was playing with her.  She could feel Stacy’s furry tail brushing against her warm sex, and her six nipples rubbing against her soft back… jeeze, everything about this felt so nice. 

But… she was going to be a pet?  Both of them were? 

It made sense.  Neither of them could hold a job, maintain the apartment, or take care of themselves as they were.  Well, maybe Stacy could, if she really put her mind to it, but she rather seemed to like the idea of having an owner anyway.

After all, that’s what pet-dom entailed.  She wasn’t intimately familiar with the specifics, but… she’d give up legal personhood; the right to vote, the right to property, the right to self-determination, and she’d be taken care of by an owner.  There’d doubtless be sex involved. Probably lots of cuddling, too. And relaxing time to herself, with no demands or worries…

Noriko smiled as she made it past the door.  She wondered if her owner would give her a new name, if she’d have a playmate, where she would live.  It was all so exciting! She could see herself loving a life like that. And, if she ever changed her mind… 

Well, she was a caterpillar now.  Or something like one. In nature, that’s a transitory phase.  Maybe… maybe one day she’d become something more?