Ben was on his way back from a convention in the big city, satisfied with his haul as he hummed his way down the street happily. Aside from the usual books and art prints, Ben had gotten himself a nice replica of a sword for a certain anime character from a certain series that had made the rounds recently.
In the midst of his happiness however, Ben doesn’t realize the old lady walking round the corner, bumping into her with a startled “oh?”, angering the elderly woman as she glares daggers into Ben’s eyes. “Do you young-un’s even watch where yer goin’?! Better eyes than ol me and yah can’t even watch yer front! Well? Speak up!” Ben can only sheepishly bow his head in apology as he struggles to apologize. “I-im sorry ma’am! It’s just...i was so happy with my stuff i didn’t see you coming up the road, honest!” Gesturing at the massive box tucked under his arm.
The old lady’s frown deepens as she hears Ben’s excuse. “So that box o’yours’ more important than the health and safety of those around ya eh?” “N-no ma’am! I was just-” Snapping her fingers, the old lady’s eyes glow a brilliant blue as Ben is locked behind a barrier before he can say another word.
“What the hell?! What is this?!” Snickering, the old lady circles him slowly like a shark, the blue glow in her eyes intensifying. “Just a wee trick! Nothing to worry about there! Ya say yer happy wi’ddat box in yer arms...but how are ya supposed’ta be happy if ya ain't fit to hold whats inside it?”
“The hell are you on about? Hey! Someone stop her!” Dropping the box and his bag, Ben begins banging wildly on the invisible walls, Ben’s eyes flick from the old lady to his surroundings for help, watching desperately as people pass them by without a glance. Distracted, he doesn’t notice the feeling of his body beginning to bulk with mass, growing taller, yet slender at the same time.
Slowly, his tank top begins to go taut against his body, stretching to contain his enlarging muscles as his arms begin to lengthen and turn slender, hidden beneath his jacket. Similar changes happen to his lower half; with his legs beginning to plump up with a healthy amount of fat and a generous serving of muscles, feminine curves highlighting his thighs as they stretch his jeans.
As the fabric begins to tear, Ben’s eyes are finally drawn back to his body, eyes wide as he sees his skin begin to darken, his body hair falling out as the new skin tone spreads over his palms, a chill running down his spine as he sees his fingernails grow black, before sharpening themselves into nasty looking claws. Looking back up in panic at the old lady as Ben realizes she wasn't some ordinary grandmother, missing the sight of his hips beginning to push outwards into wide, childbearing ones as his waist pinches inwards to complement the emerging hourglass figure.
“What’re you doing to me y-y-you witch?” Chuckling, the old lady just continues to stare silently at Ben’s changing form. Ben’s panicked breathing soon turns to heavy breathing and panting. It was getting harder to focus on the surroundings with every passing second so just trying to maintain eye contact with his captor was exhausting. “That’s one thing ya got right sonny...but how bout ya look down? There’s more concerning things than an ol’lady now ain't there?
Glancing down right as something forces him to jerk slightly forward, Ben’s frown deepens as he sees the last of the tiny strands of fabric flutter to the floor, exposing chocolate brown skin beneath as heaving pec’s and ripping flesh tear through, the skin around his well-toned belly bearing scars as if something had torn right through him. The most concerning thing to Ben however, were the heaving breasts now hanging freely off his chest, the creamy chocolate melons were enormous to say the least, jiggling with each slight movement, topped with perky pink nipples that twitch in the warm, mid-afternoon air.
To the untrained eye, Ben now resembled some dark-skinned tomboy that looked like she came right out of some fantasy warrior setting, her body rippling with trained muscles and the exposed skin sporting various scars yet remaining soft and tender to the touch. If it weren’t for the massive bulge tenting his stretched-to-the-limit pants, Ben would surely be cat-called by leering eyes if he walked down the street in this half-dressed state. Something about the scars felt familiar to him though, as if he’d seen them somewhere before.
“You turned me into a girl?!” With his voice rising into a scream, Ben strikes the barrier once more with his clawed fist, the strength of the blow surprising even him. Tutting, the old lady’s eyes glow brighter as she smirks as the changing man. “Violence is certainly not thing ta turn to when ah’m simply grantin’ yer wish! And it’s a lil too soon ta’ be callin yerself a gurly now, isn't it?”
As the old crone focuses her magicks on her prisoner, Ben doubles over onto his knees, the feeling of deja vu nauseating him as he realizes he’d grown so tall to the point where kneeling just made it feel as if he was back to normal height, before his knees give way, toppling over as he lets out another desperate plea. “I-I Shaid ah’m shorrryyyy, pleash shtaaaapppp!!!”
He’d never felt a pain like this before; like someone had just forced knives into his belly, the fire spreading lower and lower until it ignited a pit of charcoal in his groin, sending him squirming and screaming in anguish as his clawed hands dig into his own skin, the tender cacao skin peeling away. His mind no longer registering the fact that he was screaming in the voice of a woman after his adams apple had vanished at some point, although having that baritone edge to it, his new voice had an airy wisp that lent it some seductive factor...were it not twisted into pained screams and cries of anguish.
With a sudden twitch, Ben’s back arches straight into the air, his eyes widening as the sudden feeling of pleasure flows out from between his legs, making his entire body feel like an erogenous zone as his skin gains a rosy hue, sweating buckets onto the floor.
The bulge between his legs begin to twitch, receding back into his flesh as his balls deflate, testicles drawn back into the moistening walls of the forming slit beneath his shrinking penis and settling into place alongside the warm and waiting womb in his belly, as the leftover skin flaps form plump lips around her velvet slit. A fluffy bush of dirty grey pubic hair grows into place atop the former penis, right as it lets out a blast of baby-batter as a final hurrah, Ben groaning out in an erotic “aaahhHNNGG~” as his arching back flops back onto the pavement with a wet sounding plop when the stream ends, a puddle of semen and sweat forming around his massive body as he pants like a thirsting dog, tongue hanging by the side of his mouth as the small nub of hypersensitive nerves settle into place over Ben’s newly formed vagina, a trickle of transparent fluids replacing the thick white liquid as HER new organs let out a jet of fluids, accompanied by a ditzy sounding “Oh!” as the newly formed bodybuilder is left twitching naked on the floor, surrounded by torn fabric and abandoned belongings, giggling and breaking out into incoherent babbling to herself. Ben’s mind was wrecked by the combination of white-hot searing pain and mind blowing orgasmic pleasure.
“Shameless thing! If young’uns of this age take an interest in such things then it’s no wondah we get fools like ya wonderin’’ the streets!” Tutting in disgust at the sight of the naked woman giggling to herself in a puddle of her own juices. the old lady decides to get it over and done with as she releases one last burst of magic. Watching as her hair begins to lengthen out and change, the deep brown strands dyeing themselves into a wild mane of dirty grey hair, before raising an eyebrow in surprise as her human ears vanish into her head, a fluffy pair of cat-like ears popping into existence atop her head. A loud squeal shocks the crone back to reality as she sees the long cat tail wagging in the air playfully as the muscular woman sighs in happiness, a muscled limb running clawed, dainty digits down the length of her new appendage.
Clapping her palms together, the old lady begins to mutter incantations as the former Ben continues playing with herself mindlessly, even as she begins to float up into the air. The barrier’s blue glow intensifies as it hides the poor girl from view, before vanishing altogether with a loud boom, taking its prisoner with it. Huffing, the old lady resumes her walk down the road, leaving curious people gawking at the sudden appearance of the puddle of stinking fluids and abandoned bags of anime merchandise on the floor. “Have fun wherever yer goin...and good riddance!”
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In the middle of a dimly lit medieval bedroom, the muscular cat woman lying naked on the soft sheets stirs from her slumber, looking around as she runs her clawed hands through her ruffled mane of messy grey hair. She felt unusually tired this morning, her aching limbs and weary eyelids made her think back to last night...faint memories of an old lady? She remembered feelings of intense fury when she looked upon her face, and then...overwhelming lust...before it all went dark. Glancing down at her bed, the woman grimaces with a blush at the stained sheets and her slightly damp bush, grabbing a cloth near her bedside, rubbing gingerly at her folds before sidling off the bed and onto her feet. This was unusual though...mating season hadn’t come yet, and as a Sword King and the proud bodyguard of the granddaughter of Sauros, Ghislaine couldn't afford to be distracted by her own body when the time for combat arose.
Speaking of her body...she must've been in a pretty bad state to have slept naked like this, picking up her clothes while deep in thought. The last time she remembered something like this was when Paul, an old aquaintance of hers, had taken advantage of her body's natural instinct to mate during her kind's "Mating Season", where both men and women alike would enter into a sortof heat, looking for suitable partners to sate their need. She gritted her teeth as the feeling of her undergarments sliding over her soft skin sent a tingle down her loins. She'd hated the bastard but she couldn't refuse the fact that he'd taken the lead that night, dominating her in bed with each thrust.
Slipping her furred jacket over her broad shoulders, Ghislaine stretches for awhile in preparation for her morning routine, her muscular yet lithe form glinting in the dim light of the morning sun as she grunts, extending her arms in front of her as she arches her back, much like how a feline would. Ah, she'd almost forgotten her eyepatch...that thing was pretty much needed to conceal her Demon Eye from the prying eyes of the public and any potential enemy she could go up against.
It had been a few weeks since she’d escorted the son of that bastard Paul back to the Boreas family’s manor but she’d quickly grown used to his kind demeanour and helpful tutelage in regards to magic and basic education in general. She was aware of him sneaking lustful glances over at the maids and Eris, occasionally he’d stare up her body when he thought she wasn’t looking but she thought nothing of it. He displayed more focus and priority over his lessons for the two of them so that showed he was trustworthy, if his efforts to get Eris to learn wasn’t evidence enough.
Picking up her trusty Hiramune gifted to her by her mentor and clipping the blade onto her hip, Ghislaine struts out of the room to begin another day of training with Eris and Rudeus.
THE END