(Woman to Kangaroo)
Paige closed her eyes, and thought of the Outback. It a simple exercise, at least in theory. She just had to concentrate on going somewhere, and, in theory, would be whisked away by her magical potential. However, the woman sorely failed to account for her magic’s unique tendencies.
She wasn’t very good at most spells, by her own admission. But when it came to self-transformation, there were few with as prodigious a talent as her. Whether or not that was because she’d begun her life as a MILF by being transformed was another story entirely.
The woman concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut. She had to think had, focus, and… A rush of warm air heralded the use of her spellcraft, and she opened her eyes expecting to see an Australian desert. Instead, she was greeted by the lush grass of her backyard—plus a joey.
The young kangaroo sniffed at the air curiously, before deciding it found a good deal of interest in Paige. The small animal hopped towards her, pawing at the waistline of her yoga pants with a small squeaky bleating.
“Oh, wow… Yeah, no offense but I’d rather put the ‘ILF’ in ‘MILF’ than the ‘M,’ if it’s all the same to you.” Paige chuckled, backing away for just a moment only to grunt as her feet burst from her shoes. It was like watching a pair of balloons get inflated at the same time, they ballooned outwards and flopped against the ground, now at least three times as large as they’d been scant seconds ago.
The joey seemed to take a rather delighted interest in this, while Paige squawked in surprise. “What the—why the—who the…” She hyperventilated, her chest rising and falling even as a seam furrowed its way along her belly.
The answer was clear enough, given another moment’s observation. She could pick up a trace of magic around the kangaroo, and saw the tag on its ear. Clearly it was part of a magical refuge, and the animal came with a built-in curse to affect poachers.
“Nonono, go back to whence you came!” Paige proclaimed dramatically, squeezing her eyes shut and holding out her hands. She concentrated on the Outback once more, this time trying to ignore the twisting, popping sensation of her fingers changing.
A small object collided with her belly, and she fell on her back with a huff, hitting her head painfully against reddish sand. Her vision swam and her ears stretched, twitching lazily as they grew a maroon shade of fur. Finally, her gaze cleared enough to realize that she was in the Land Down Under.
“Why did it work now?” The witch-in-training bemoaned her fate, struggling to kick her legs under herself. A rippling, bulging growth from her thighs solved this problem, and stripped her of her tight-fitting pants in the process.
Paige looked down to find thick shaggy fur erupting from her legs, and nearly slumped back down in defeat. The only thing stopping her was the fact that there was a Nintendo Direct on in five minutes, and she wasn’t versed enough in temporal magic to afford missing it.
“Okay, calm down.” She huffed, coiling her powerful legs and springing back onto her feet. They landed with a much louder thump than she’d have liked, and she curled her darkening nose with distaste at the sight of her toes becoming short, stubby claws. They matched the ones on what passed for her hands, but she didn’t need digits to cast spells.
She held out her shrinking arms, closing her eyes and focusing on her home again. However, for the second time in as many minutes, the little joey decided it wanted to play—or worse, to cuddle with its mother. The small creature bounded up to her, dipping its head in the seam along her belly.
Paige’s concentration was utterly shattered by the strange sensation of having something inside her warm marsupial pouch, and she lifted her ears in alert distress. “I’m not your motHUOARGH!” Her neck jerked forwards as a kangaroo bellow burst from her lips. At the same time, a tail burst from her backside, and her body instinctively fell into a stoop.
“HRRTRRTRRTRRT!” Her throat clicked, and she groaned as her arms retracted even more into her body, now barely able to lift, let alone assume a proper teleportation stance. She looked down to the joey, only to yelp as it took advantage of her stoop, falling with ease into the pouch.
“HRRROAH!” She bleated, face cracking as it distended. “Stuuogh uht!” Words were getting harder and harder to pronounce due to the thickening of her jawline and the ache of a swollen tongue. She played the larger appendage along her teeth, grimacing inwardly as she felt how crooked they were.
Her pretty red hair retraced and lost much of its luster, giving away the biggest clue as to her identity. That said, she was still identifiably her from the Disney shirt she wore—a shirt which remained stubbornly clung to her form even as it tapered into a pearlike shape.
Paishe’s shoulders slid forwards and her back hunched. She could feel her spine inverting, and she let out a grunt of distress at that, echoing it with another at the fact that she could see so much of her face in her peripheral vision.
The joey in her pocket stirred, and Parshe looked down to it worriedly, realizing she was waking her baby from its slumber. Even though the overgrown rat had gotten her into this, she couldn’t help loving something that she’d given birth to all those moons…
Parsha blinked, flicking her left ear as the earring within it became a dull plastic tag. Something about what she’d thought wasn’t right… She hopped to the nearby watering hole to catch sight of her reflection, and was greeted by a kangaroo’s long snout.
For a moment, she stood in silence, looking at herself, angling her head, making sure that everything seemed right. Then she caught sight of the tag, emblazoned with a nickname. ‘Marsha the Marshupial’ she read, forgetting how to process the words moments later.
The damage was done, and Marsha let out a faint “Hrrugh.” Everything about herself seemed to be in order, which was good. Her massive tail swept at the sand behind herself, before she lifted her head skyward. A nearby helicopter was passing over, some documentary crew no doubt, and the Disney-shirted doe bounded away, startled by the noise.
Half the globe away, a witch sat down for her afternoon crossword and tea, enjoying a quiet moment to herself. Much as she liked spending time with Paige, Victoria had to admit her protégé’s quest for knowledge was a bit exhausting at times. Sometimes it was best to sit back, turn on some National Geographic and—
She blinked. “Was that a kangaroo with a Disney shirt?” The witch half-choked on her tea as she spoke, setting the saucer down with shaking hands. Sure enough, she’d recognize that top anywhere. The woman groaned, but couldn’t help but keep a small smile from her face. Exhausting or not, Paige certainly made life more interesting.