"N-- No!!!!" Jaren squealed before covering his mouth with a humiliated gasp. His voice was higher than before, and he felt his waist pulling inward as his arms and legs lost muscle definition and shrunk. As his chest inflated, his nipples grew increasingly sensitive. Not long after that, his top grew too tight despite his body generally shrinking in size. Standing to his feet, he shakily gripped the hem of his tunic and peeled it from his body before his budding tits could further inflate.

Jaren's perky, A cup tits sprung free, her nipples swollen and full. "F-- Fuck, this isn't real!"  She squealed as her hair lengthened and lightened in color. Amidst the strange sensations, he almost didn't notice the pressure forming at his tailbone. She didn't want to be a girl; she had no desire to give birth to children and feed them with her breasts. 'Wait-- I'm thinking of myself as a girl!' She panicked, putting her hands over her head with a cry of frustration.

Her breasts continued to inflate, pushing into the C range and continuing. Her tail sprouted and inched outward while silky white fluff bloomed. "I-- I don't want to be a woman-- please! Isn't there another way I could repent?" She begged while her body contorted into a petite yet curvaceous form. Her ass grew more supple by the second, while her thighs became soft and blemish free.

A smirk spread across Renda's face as his pupils dilated slightly. "This process is truly wondrous to watch. Regarding your question, would you honestly prefer death?"