Lance sat still in his front yard, lazily running his hand over the strings of the guitar on his lap in a despondent tune, lifeless eyes gazing out at the gloomy skies as a line of crimson rises over the horizon, signalling the end of a long night as the light of the sun stuns the man momentarily.

While the pot bellied man might not look it, Lance had once been a guitarist for a famous band, their popularity skyrocketing with each hit release and concert they held. It seemed as if the good times would never end for Lance and the like minded friends that had come together to form their band.

Until disaster struck one day while travelling to the destination for a midnight concert, their transport being caught in a deadly motor accident that claimed many lives, including that of Ben; the band's vocalist and de facto leader, who couldn’t evacuate safely in time when he went back into the blazing wreck to search for others.

Without the one strong link that held the group together, they had eventually disbanded, each member going their separate ways after a harsh farewell. But Lance never truly could move on from the incident, finding himself lying on the front porch of his humble home strumming empty tunes from his many performances. And with the amount of wealth he had amassed from the good old days, he could afford to while the days away in silent contemplation.

But the man knew he couldn’t keep spending his time doing nothing, already the neighbours seemed to be growing sick and tired of his guitar strums even though he was sure they couldn’t hear the thing through their walls. Ignoring noise complaints from the landlord that could eventually lead to his eviction. It seemed as if Lance had lost his drive in life, wishing with all his heart for the ability to be on stage performing once more, visualizing the wafting treetops as the arms of a raving audience before him, the glistening sun a massive spotlight.

A different career path seemed impossible to him, with the guitar being the only thing he was ever good at. Unlike Ben, Lance had no amazing singing voice to capture the audience's attention.

But in his wistful thinking, Lance had failed to notice the morning fog around him begin to grow thicker, only noticing something was off when the eyes admiring the morning sun catches sight of the smoky blanket rising up around him, obscuring his vision as he gazes all around at the thick smokescreen that hid even the ground from sight.

“Damn…fog sure is thick today...don’t remember the weather forecast sayin’ anything about it last night…”

Looking around in wonder at how the fog seemed to be coalesce into a soupy blanket as he sits up from the foldable chair, Lance grips his guitar grimly in a sweaty hand as he gets off the chair, the eerie feeling of being watched spurring him to action as he moved back in the direction of where he knew his house was.

Although it didn't seem likely, if someone did jump him from the thick fog, he wasn't afraid to use his trusty instrument to bludgeon the poor soul. Years spent in baseball giving him a beefy physique that persisted despite his now inactive lifestyle.

But as he walked a good few steps more than he remembered, Lance felt a drop of sweat run down his forehead at the confusion he faced as he prodded around, hoping he was just imagining things. But as he swiped at the door that should’ve been there, Lance's denial only seemed to grow at the impossibility of the situation he faced.

He should be walking up the steps to the front door by now. But instead, there was nothing, just the all consuming grey of the endless fog around him. Spinning back round to find the chair he had been resting on seconds ago had also vanished, leaving him with just the clothes he wore and the guitar still gripped tightly in his hands.

“T-This can’t be real now can it…I’m dreaming! I have to be!”

Lance had ridiculed tales like these before, where people were spirited away without notice to a place no man had ever been before, a common trope for many horror stories. But here he was; alone and trapped in a misty plane where he couldn’t even see past the bridge of his nose from how thick the fog around him was.

And he was sure the fog wasn’t natural, glimpsing skull-like formations every so often appearing in the fog before diminishing back into the soupy smoke, rubbing his weary eyes unsure if it was a trick of the mind.

Was this some form of twisted punishment? For him being unable to accept the fact that his days of performing on the stage were at an end and he should just move on with his life?

“Bullshit! Stuff like that doesn’t happen in real life!”

Spiting himself for even thinking along those lines, Lance steps off warily into the thick fog, a hand stretched before him as he uses the guitar like a walking stick for the blind, tapping and probing at the floor beneath him as he moves slowly through the fog.

But with each step taken, his body begins to lose height and muscle definition, a towering height of 6 foot 7 slowly dwindling away until he looked like a comical mess, dressed up in his now ill fitting overalls and baggy jeans, obscured by the fog as he trudged on, guitar in hand, finding it harder and harder to move as even lifting a leg began to feel like wading through thick water, unaware of just how cumbersome his clothes were being.

Beneath the clothes, Lance’s body had rid itself of almost all its muscle, leaving just enough to still show some definition beneath his oddly slimmer legs and arms, the skin turning a slight shade of yellow as his face gains an exotic flair, notably wider eyes that slanted just a tiny bit, lashes growing long and smooth with each blink of Lance’s increasingly sharper eyes, letting him see just that bit more through the fog.

But not enough to notice his incredibly baggy clothes and alarmingly smooth skin devoid of body hair besides the crown of pubes beneath his now tender belly, the muscular six-pack that had begun to devolve into a beer belly now replaced entirely by a lean, tight core lined with a tiny amount of fat and muscle, emphasized by the now wider hips he sported, helping his struggling jeans hold on with the added girth to cling to.

“Damn it, is the fog toxic too? It’s getting…hard to move!”

While he had no idea of where he was going, one thing was for certain though, Lance seemed to be on the right track, beginning to hear what sounded like people, alot of people, converged in one location, their voices faint but there, wafting in the lifeless fog. He still wasn’t sure if he was just having a wild dream or if he’d currently awake to find himself confined in a mental asylum, but he wasn’t going to call it quits just because he suddenly couldn’t move easily anymore.

Just a little more, and he could get help from other people he presumed were trapped in this disorientating fog.

Though in his rush to get closer to the voices, Lance had missed the fact that he no longer seemed to be entirely concerned about his traumatic past, in fact, his mind no longer registered the slightest hint of regret about the band he could barely remember being a member of as his grizzly bear-like face begins to regress in age, facial hair receding back into smooth radiant skin as a thin layer of makeup spreads itself across lustrous cheeks and kissable lips, the already alluring eyes gaining a foxy look to them as a chestnut brown hue floods into the ordinary black pupils.

Eventually, even the 2 floor home he had lived in for most of his adult life had vanished without a trace in his mind, a new hazy life growing up in...Japan? Rooting itself in the back of the Lance's mind as he continued to move onwards, a slight bounce in his chest beginning to accompany each step.

But as the face of Ben flickers in his head before fizzling out into static, Lance stops short in his rush to hurry on, no longer tapping on the floor with the non-existent guitar, gazing at the microphone now gripped tightly in his slender hands as he raised them up to eye level, his mind filled with uncertainty about what he was feeling increasingly unsettled about. Who was that man he just saw, and what was he doing in the middle of nowhere with a microphone? And was he always this skinny?

But of course he was slim, the life of an idol demanded perfection not just in vocal performance, but in appearance as well. It wouldn't do to be out of shape in a profession where skin had to be shown on occassion after all!

While the remnants of his baggy clothes begin to unravel into living strands, weaving themselves into more proper attire for his new slender body, Lance winces as a sharp pain stabs through his cranium with further alterations to his memories, palming a hand to his aching head as he felt his long crop of hair pull down at him, threatening to topple him over completely as he struggled to remain standing, he couldn’t faint, not out here, not when there were so many people counting on him!

Yes, that was right, he had a performance to put up, and if he dropped here, he would be disappointing so many people; his loved ones, the fans, his managers, he didn’t want to worry them. That was why he had that mic in hand. After all, what good would a singing voice be if it couldn’t be heard loud and clear by everyone in a massive concert hall? Reaffirming himself of his mission, Lance turns to face the full body mirror that had materialized from the fog, the beginnings of a small dressing room emerging all around the newly changed man, now clad in entirely different clothes as the fog recedes to reveal a rather ordinary room, the table before him lined with expensive makeup and accessories as he fiddled with the new clothes that showed off his midriff and shapely long legs, hefting a bra clad breast in hand while remaining unaware of the last remnants of his former manhood sucking back up into the warm passageway between her plump thighs that led up to the warm womb now pulsing within her toned belly, manifesting as a tummy rumble as the former man runs a slender hand over her stomach. The voices of her adoring fans leaking through the walls reminding her of what was at stake here.

“Hope this doesn’t interfere with the concert…”

Not even registering how her voice had gone from a baritone american man’s to a flowery sing-song voice that spoke fluent Japanese while adjusting the zipper of the white bolero that clung to her shapely torso so that it revealed just a tiny amount of cleavage squeezed tight by the bra beneath, Lanielle sighed wistfully as she played around with the clasps of it, wishing it wasn’t so tight after forgetting how her past ventures had her dressing up in all sorts of overly tight outfits meant to bring out the most in a woman’s body, sighing in relief as she seemed to find a good balance, unaware her spine had just snapped itself upright into a curvy S-shape that emphasized her bosom and heart shaped rear peeking out just barely above the pink hem of her short pleated skirt that fluttered so easily with her movement, teasing the audience with a view of her matching dark purple panties.

Planting her firm rear on the leather seats, the woman hums a catchy tune as she fiddles with the length of her her silky stockings, making sure they were stretched as far as possible up the length of her firm, slender legs to get that extra squeeze out as they hugged her soft flesh tightly, giggling in satisfaction as she made sure her heels were perfectly adjusted to her waifish feet.

“There we go! Much better!”

Doing a once over in the mirror as Linielle stood up to her full height, she couldn’t help but reminisce about recent events as she slipped on a glove over her dominant hand, remembering how not too long ago she had almost lost her place in the world, only ever getting through the ordeal with the help of the new friends she had made in a certain place in Japan…

“How silly of me…to forget the nice little town where I met everybody dear to me…”

Suddenly, Lise felt her heart plummet as the face of the man she loved flashes by in her head alongside the other members of the Investigation Team she had been a part of less than a year ago, smiling half heartedly as she snapped the tight choker around her dainty neck, adjusting the cute ribbon tied around one of her twintails as she did a final check on her appearance.

Rise couldn’t afford to be distracted, not now when she had a major concert to pull off after her long awaited return to the idol business despite the initial betrayal by her former manager. She couldn’t even believe it when she managed to make her comeback as a full fledged idol, and now here she was, in a dressing room a few meters away from the passageway that led to a stage where thousands of people eager to see her once again sat waiting.

But before Rise Fujikawa could leave and make her grand return on stage, her phone lying on the dresser beeps with a message, scanning over it with disinterest before her eyes widen at the name of the sender; Yu Narukami, a squeal of excitement escaping her lips as she reads through the contents of the message.

“Yu-Senpai?! Coming all this way to see me?! Oh how amazing this is!”

Gleefully typing out her message before leaving her phone securely tucked away in her handbag, the excited idol steps out the door, greeting her assistants and manager as they stood eagerly by the curtains, wishing her luck as she thanked them for their help, waltzing on stage as spotlights flicker on, a roar of applause and excitement emerging as Rise began to sing her heart out.

She felt like she could take on the world, and with the surprise invitation for an evening dinner from her lovely boyfriend she had missed so dearly after a single year apart, Rise’s confident performance and energetic voice did wonders to wow her audience, assured that Risette had well and truly made her comeback.

–

“Gosh, that was exhausting….”

Rise sighed as she undressed herself in the resort’s changing rooms, tucking away her clothes in a basket as she stepped into the privacy of a luxurious bath she had rented that night just for her and Yu, noticing he still hadn’t emerged from the men’s changing room as she tested the warm, herbal infused waters, unable to resist as she sank her lower half into the embrace of the pool.

Yu was a rather modest man so being in a luxury resort had him babbling at the courteous service staff as they attended to him like royalty, he was adorable whenever he got flustered!

Gazing out at the miniature garden that took up the center of the baths surrounded by a thin layer of mist and fog, Rise couldn’t help but feel like she had forgotten something important. Something about the way the fog rose and fell reminding her of more…recent events…

“Oh…my shirt!”

After a tiring hour long performance followed up by the rush to meet up with Yu at a downtown mall for dinner, Rise took the chance to give her aching body some comfort as she splashed the soothing water up her shoulders, feeling the tickle of the undershirt she had forgotten to remove as it clung to her forearms and lower back. Oh well, at least it could add to the sensation of being undressed like a lover in bed when she finally had Yu in her embrace once more.

With the passage of time since the Inaba case had been resolved, Rise was eager to show Yu just how much she had grown; in her self confidence to move on with the decision to succeed at the life of an idol…

And with just how much her body had grown since they last met. While Yu had remained relatively same-ish with a few minor differences like his more well built body and mature visage, Rise’s had undergone some very noticeable changes with her already alluring body gaining points in the curves department as her body matured, seemingly growing in response to her urges to finally take things a step further in her relationship with Yu, unable to do so as she acted on her impulses in private, making good use of the dildo she kept in a secret drawer.

With the sound of the wooden doors opening behind her, Rise puts the full might of her knowledge in the arts of a gravure model to full use; posing seductively as she brings a dainty finger up to pouty lips, the long silky mane of brown hair usually done up into a twintail now running down her shoulders, bringing attention to her mature breasts as she pushed them up with her free hands, emphasizing their heft and firmness as the buoyant melons jiggled in the loose black bra that clung to her picturesque torso, childbearing hips fidgeting from side to side as her legs kicked up the water, splashing waves drenching her panties to reveal a very obviously needy cameltoe as the outlines of her vulva spasmed against the shiny material.

It was all too much for the poor young man that just wanted to spend an evening out with his lovely girlfriend he rarely saw much considering the vastly different lives they led and the circumstances that came with it. But despite it all, they still wished to be together.

And Rise, knowing she might not get this chance again, wanted to use this chance to push ahead. Not knowing of Yu’s intent to announce his plans to move in with her that he was going to save for later.

Staring Yu in the eyes as she cocked her head in invitation, Rise unslings the hooks on her bra as it falls into the water before drifting away from her, letting her boyfriend ogle her body as he steps into the bath, giggling at the massive bulge behind the bath towel wrapped around his waist.

“Come Yu-senpai, let me show you just how much I’ve grown~”

But with the passage of this steamy night, Rise would’ve done more than simply share her growth with her boyfriend, teaching and even guiding the lucky platinum haired stud as the two finally shared a moment of bliss in coitus.

Needless to say, Rise Fujikawa was a happy young woman, her life something she couldn’t have ever dreamed of living with the return to her idol career being impossible without the help of her friends back in Inaba and beyond, most chief of being the man currently holding her limp voluptuous body in a tight embrace as they drifted to sleep together on the comfy sheets in the resort after an hour long session of enjoying each others ‘company’.

THE END