-Magilou’s Side-

Within a homely apartment flat, the bustle of a heated argument between its two tenants could be heard somewhat clearly through the front door and beyond. Easily mistaken for a fight, their neighbours would simply try to ignore the subtle thumps and muffled shouts of the two young men next door. But unbeknownst to them, the two men engaging in a heated back and forth weren’t so much fighting as they were - debating a hot topic.

Michael and Vincent- long-time best friends and equally huge geeks -were fans and collectors of anything related to anime, manga, and JRPGs. Their rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with licensed merchandise and rare collectables from industry names big and small, and nothing slipped through the pair’s keen gaze.

While they had a shared interest, there were still some things the two men vehemently disagreed on. Namely, Michael’s insisting on characters from games and TV series considered ‘archaic’ still deserving appreciation for their long-standing value, versus Vincent’s more cutthroat opinion that they didn't deserve it if they weren’t talked about anymore. To him, without a sizable following, nothing had hope of staying in the hearts and minds of the people in the face of the new, even if he too felt lingering attachments to ‘archaic’ characters.

It was something they would inevitably keep coming back to discuss while never really finding common ground to smoothen things out. And with one of the country’s biggest conventions for fans of all things Japan in a few weeks, tonight was no different.

Their debate this evening had begun with cosplay and which characters they could potentially see brought to life in all their glory at the con. But it had soured when Michael had, once again, brought up what Vincent considered a long-dead topic - a now-faded title in the Tales of series released in a controversial time for the franchise both men loved dearly.

“Come on, man! What’re you so sceptical about? I mean, it’s not like Magilou stopped being likeable; everyone loved her!”

“Yeah, ‘loved’, it’s been five fuckin’ years; nobody remembers your waifu. Realistically, I’m telling you we’ll see a boatload of Marin, Komi, and Mikasa. They all want clicks, and popular stuff gets clicks.

It didn’t take long for the disparagement being thrown toward his favourite female character ever to spark more life back into Michael’s insistence, his half-eaten plate of takeout all but forgotten. Eventually, though, the exhaustion of a long day at work - and the general sense that they each had better things to do - doused the shared flames of passion between them. Getting up off the sofa first with a frustrated ruffle of his head, Vincent took his leave from the living room.

“Screw this. I’m gonna go take a shower….”

“Don’t take too long in there, you sad sack!”

Left alone with the half-eaten dinner, Michael groans as he scoops up the plates in his arms before stomping off to the kitchen to wash up while waiting to use the toilet.

“Numbnut left me to do the dishes again….”

Drying off the last plate before shoving the ceramic disc onto the drying rack, Michael’s eyes catch sight of a pink bottle with the image of an anime-themed character over the cover lying unopened on the countertop. Shifting over to examine the small dispenser full of gummies, he reads through the general info scrawl, recognising it as the strange transaction he had seen when last month’s bill had rolled in. Scoffing as he reads off the unfamiliar brand and strange promotional message.

‘Tina’s Miracle Dietary Supplement! Get the body you’ve always dreamed of…right…grumpy guy orders this weird shtick, and he hasn’t even opened it yet…don’t mind if I do, though!’

Micheal wasn’t the type to hit the gym, but fitness vitamins were often glorified fruity sweets and made for excellent candy substitutes. And the flavour advertised on the bottle certainly appealed. Tearing off the tight plastic binding and unscrewing the cap, he shook out a dozen or so orangey-pink gummies, stuffing them in his mouth without bothering to read the recommended intake of 1 gummy every 12 hours.

“Sh-uck it, Vin-sh.”

Feeling pleased with himself, Michael relaxes, idly chewing away on the couch while browsing through his phone and savouring the sugary mouthful. The vibrant flavours of strawberry and citrus mix together in his mouth as his fat tongue begins to slim down, the coarse lips bordering his mouth puckering into a natural pout, the signs of a slow but gradual transformation beginning to take hold of the unwary chewer.

‘Damn, these are good…even if they’re obvious fakes…gotta hand it to Vince, these are fuckin’ moreish.’

Focused on praising the quality of the treat, the changes afflicting the young man continue unnoticed, a visible wave of baby smooth vanilla cream washing over Michael’s unhealthy complexion. Wide-set eyes turn into foxy slits rimmed with soft lashes of black silk above brilliant irises starting to take on a bright green hue. Scratching at his scalp with the itching sensation of his skull reshaping into a more petite frame, his hair begins to flow out in silky threads, slight hints of brightness emanating from the roots.

‘Mmn~ These clean up really well too! Barely stickin’ at all~.’

By the time Michael swallows the last of the chewed up supplement, his face is left unrecognisable and grossly misplaced, with his broad obese frame connected to by a thinning neckline. A tug on his earlobes alerts him finally; he finds them lengthening into pointy tips, fluttering like a butterfly's wings in response to his fingers grazing them.

“The hell is this about? When’d my ears get so…pointy?...W-What the fuck?! What’s going on with my h-hands?! A-and m-my hair?!”

Slowly realising what was going on, he fumbles with his hair, bringing up platinum blond locks thick with sheen, and fast-growing as they tumble down and around his slimming arms. Alluring eyes widen in panic at his flabby forearms pulsating like jello as they slowly crack and shift into a more pleasurable form. The trembling fingers he could clearly remember being rotund sausages compressed into dainty twigs tipped with polished nails as a porcelain wave coats his arms in a sheet of fresh skin.

The transformation continues downward, working on the rest of his figure with the clothes that once fit him now hanging off his frame like a gaunt scarecrow. Michael rises off the sofa in panic but trips over, having failed to note how baggy his pants have become, yelping out in an unfamiliarly girly voice. Failing to catch his legwear as it slips down, he sees how much of his body has already fallen to the change. The view of his obese figure squishing and moulding in a slew of alarming bodily signals makes his knees weak with erotic excitement. He glances down over his shapely torso, his beer belly all but gone. Fat pink nipples rise up in his shirt as another jolt of pleasure runs through him, his member sliding up between sleek hairless legs, the smooth vanilla skin from above already cradling the tips of his calloused toes.

As the shock of his new thin figure, slender calves and curvy thighs, lined with just the right amount of fat to look fabulous, wears off, it is replaced with the realization of the end goal of this change. Micheal falls back down onto a comparatively slimmer rear and a swirled pile of soft tresses. Pulling free handfuls of hair reveals a length far exceeding that which his fingers can reach all the way through. He desperately paws at his retreating dick in a futile effort to stop the invisible force from taking it away, already realising the root cause with the taste of sweet citrus lingering on his tongue.

‘Fuck me! If Vince finds me like this…shit, it won’t stop!’

The best Michael could do was pinch at the pathetic slip of foreskin that cradled his useless member. It hung from a widening slit that his testicles had long retreated inside, underneath the smooth hairless incline of his toned navel. The unfamiliar sensations rocking his mind with each accidental scratch or rub against his svelte new skin sends a shock of ecstasy shooting up into his groin, around his hardened nips and finally to his pleasure hazed brain as cute groans and surprising gasps fill the air. A petite hand cups around his soft lips to stifle the effeminate sounds of a lustful babe, beginning to turn him on, making it that much harder to get a grip and focus.

Without context, the scene was already starting to look like a novice’s attempt at shooting an erotic adult video of a petite woman jerking off alone on the sofa as her body rocks and jerks with each needy stroke between her twitching legs. No one tuning in late would have any clue; there was no hint to the nerdy young man who’d sat in her place moments before. Only a sylphid, doe-eyed girl with pointed ears, a semiformed vagina sputtering to life, and her fingers clenched tightly around a skinless nub of nerves that could no longer be called a penis. Michael did all she could to hold on to her last remaining figment, even as the slight tingling between her fingers escalated into a roaring fire. Until…

“S-Shit! Not like this! N-Not my d-dick! I never even got to-OGH?! AHH! AHHAHN!!!”

With a mighty scream she had no hope of holding back, the nerves within her freshly formed clitoris fire up, instantly rocking her with a mind-bending female orgasm. She throws her head back in shock with her sleek tongue lolling in the air, whipping her platinum-blonde mane as her body convulses in pleasure. Her trembling arms splay to her sides, curvaceous legs twitch and contort in the carpet with a killer set of hips thrusting in need, sending a sweet spray of nectar splattering all over the glass coffee table. Eventually, her cries dwindle away to spastic laughs of relief, interrupted every so often by aftershocks running through her newly transfigured body.

“Oh god, I'm a girl!… All because of those…gummies?”

Finally calming down, her tense shoulders relax over the sofa, pushing aside a lengthy lock of hair that had invaded her vision as she stares through hazy green eyes down at her own body in disbelief. Grunting with the effort, she slips her sweat-slick arms through her baggy top before throwing the olive green shirt to the floor. Eyeing up her petite breasts in a mixture of lust and curiosity, she gives them a tender poke before sighing as her fingers sink into the gelatinous mounds. Her mind relaxes as she idly fondles her meagre assets while staring down at her nubile young body, gingerly tracing her tight curves and smooth valleys with a precise finger before stopping at the dropoff where a dick should’ve been standing proud…

“W-Wait a sec…ahhhh…ohhh…No way! it can’t be!”

She returns to her perky elfen ears, their points peeking out from Rapunzel-like hair tapering into a single dramatic curl, features familiar to Michael. Bouncing forward with a renewed energy as the sudden realisation creeps into her mind, she nearly faceplants herself into the table. She stares wide-eyed at her reflection in the glass, soft lips splitting open into a wide smile upon the sight of the familiar girl staring back at her.

“Hahaha! I really can’t believe this! I’m-”

“Michael? What the fuck were you thinking watching that shit out here?”

Ducking under the sheets of the king-sized couch, a surprised Michael manages to wriggle her daintier frame out of sight. Scrunching up her face at the smell of her former self with a slight hint of embarrassment on her face, she stays as quiet as possible as she hears Vincent entering the room.

“You’re not hiding very well…Get out; it’s your turn in the shower, remember?”

A tug at the sheets threatens to expose her. Micheal struggled to keep her cover, holding fast against her friend’s firmer grip. Tussling with it for a few moments, Vincent was the first to give up. Looking over the shape inside the couch sheets, a protruding hump against the lap warmer indicated Michael’s rear end, and Vincent gave it an annoyed slap.

“H-Hey! W-What was that for?!”

“For being such a child…get the place cleaned up and take a bath! You’re stinking the place up!”

“A-Alright! Alright! Just get out of here, you brute!”

Hearing Vincent stomp off down the corridor to head back to his room, Michael was ready to rub her sore rear before Vincent called back down the hall.

“And if you're catching a cold…try not to jerk off too much…you sound like a broken kettle….”

The slam of Vincent’s bedroom door cued Michael in that she could safely re-emerge. Humiliated though she felt to have been assumed to have jerked herself off - though she technically had with how loudly she had screamed from her first orgasm- it was nice to know the rough impersonation of his ‘old’ voice had deflected Vincent.

“That asshole could stand to be a little nicer, though…That. Friggin’. Hurt…”

Trailing off with the familiar voice ringing in her ears, Michael’s thoughts refocus on her previous train of thought. Pushing her way out of the sheets and pillows, eager to see herself, she stood up tall and proud, basking in all her hot naked glory with the cool evening air licking away at her sensitive skin.

She had left this house in the morning and returned late in the evening as Michael, an ordinary paper pusher with a higher than average salary working back-breaking hours at some law firm downtown. But now? Now she was Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou, otherwise known to the world as Magilou; the beloved blunder of a self-proclaimed witch from one of Japan’s best selling titles in recent memory.

And her idol and her one and only waifu…given form through her own flesh and blood!

But that very fact left her thinking, probing her sleek chin with a thoughtful finger as her mind went wild with how to use the remainder of the magical gummies in the kitchen. Striding over slowly while getting used to her shapely hips swaying with her every move and the tickle of her hair over her curvaceous back and perky rear, its long curling end barely missing the kitchen floor.

Compared to her overweight physique, which had often made her less than pleased about herself, every moment in her new body so far had been fantastic. How light she felt with each step, barely registering any jiggle from the excess weight of fat she once sported besides the pleasant bounce in her petite bosom. And with her mind still racing over the initial experience of her transformation, the former man had no qualms about losing her manhood. As sour as it was to have it robbed from her before she could lose her virginity, that mindblowing orgasm now had her wondering how it would feel on the other side of the fence.

Licking her lips with a mischievous grin on her face, she snatches up the bottle in her hands with a clear intent on what she wants to do with the rest of the miracle supplement as she empties them out onto her palm, counting 10 in total.

“Vincey boy has been very grumpy lately~ Wonder if this'll do the trick to brighten the mood, hm? I get to see who he’s been crushing on in his heart of hearts~.”

Getting to work as she rummages around the cupboards for a bowl, Michael mutters under her breath as she realises the first hurdle to her new body, teetering on her toes and struggling to get into the upper cabinets for the blender she could longer reach. She sighs in mock frustration before contemplating a sudden idea, spreading her palms out before her and focusing on the kitchen appliance above.

A few uneventful seconds later and her dagger-like ears droop in disappointment, groaning as she leaves the kitchen to fetch a stool to stand on. While she had taken on the appearance of Magilou, her more fantastical aspects, it seemed, did not carry over as well as her looks had.

“Can Magi even use telekinesis? Gosh, she’d better be!”

As arduous as it was to put everything together while constantly keeping an ear out on the door for Vincent, she finally manages to whip up a more or less nutritious pudding. A yoghurt-based dessert laced with a generous serving of the bright pink pulp she had extracted from the gummies.

Tempting though it looked, she didn’t want to risk any further side effects by taking a taste test. She could only hope Vincent wouldn’t find the thing too sweet.

Carefully approaching her friend's door, she slowly deposits the bowl right by the doorway before rapping her knuckles against the wood.

“Hey, Vince? Sorry about earlier…. I made some yummy dessert if you’d like. It’s by the door. Gonna go take a uh-cough-long shower!”

Speeding off down the corridor and into the showers as the door to Vincent’s room creaks open, she slams the door shut behind her, breathing in a sigh of relief before chuckling to herself as she steps into the still warm shower. A faint scent of Vincent lingers in the humid air as she turns on the showerhead, groaning in relief as the warm water soaks her lithe body in cleansing waves. Running her hands through her hair, she lathers her curvy figure in generous helpings of soap and shampoo, unable to help herself to the ache in her loins as her hands brush the sensitive lips of her new reproductive system.

While she was lacking in the boob department, the rest of her banging body certainly lived up to expectations…

‘“Oh, I can’t wait to see how Vince will turn out~.”

-Velvet’s Side-

Inside the shower cubicle of their homely flat, Vincent reclined in his bath, soaking in the cleansing vapours, basking in the warmth while trying to drown out the faint sounds emanating through the walls. A subtle frown creased the angled crook of his brows often. He couldn’t ignore what he was hearing from the living room.

His ordinarily reserved flatmate sounded to be doing or watching something obscene.

Although the athletic man didn't seem, Vincent was a nerd to match Micheal; he could keep conversations going for hours, hyping up the new anime releases or the current titles from the Japanese games market. That passion he and Micheal shared made them fast friends.

Still, reality had taught him to never put his hopes up too high. He privately admitted to still holding a soft spot for Berseria and had a secret yearning for a particular cosplay from that game, but he wouldn’t have expected to see her at the con either…

Vincent found himself listening carefully from his bath, turning off the showerhead and laying still. A girl’s airy moans graced his ears through the walls, fading away, only to come back higher and more distinct with each ebbing, accompanied by wet flesh slapping against itself. Her vocalised ecstasy sent goosebumps popping down Vincent’s neck as his hands balled into fists, annoyed that he was growing hard in the bath eavesdropping on his friend’s porn.

“Goddamn idiot…could at least try to be discreet!”

A shrill scream came through the wall, long and drawn out of a woman who could only be hitting her climax. Vincent smoulders as he hears the cries teeter off to spastic moans before breaking into a fit of giggles until eventually falling into less-than quiet murmurs.

Bothered out of his relaxation, he dries himself off, shoving on his pants and slinging his towel around his shoulder. Storming back to the living room, he finds Michael hunched over on the sofa, wrapped up in the sheets hiding.

“What the fuck are you thinking watching that shit out here?”

He catches a strange flowery scent wafting around the living room, stomping over. He also spots puddles of what he could only assume to be water trailing over the floor from the coffee table. Somehow Michael had gotten his massive frame completely bundled away in the sheets. What’s more, tugging the covers hard to get him out, he seemed insistent on remaining under them. How the entirety of his lazy ass had managed that feat with only the evident mound of his rump pressing up tight against the sheets, Vincent could not deduce.

‘Screw it, don’t have enough time to deal with this….’

Landing a sharp slap over the irresistible bubble pressing up against the sheets, Vincent recoils before staring at his hands in awkward surprise, flexing his fingers as a raspy, oddly high-pitched yelp comes out, yelling at him for having the gall to slap that ass. Justifying his actions as comeuppance for masturbating so audibly and dismissing the high pitched voice from earlier being the fault of a cold, Vincent sighs. Shoving Micheal off the couch, he leaves him on the floor and heads back to his room. Slamming the doors, he throws himself over the mattress, groaning into the pillow, his mind struggling to process the strange events that had occurred not too long ago.

He was pissed off. He had felt genuinely bad dissing Magilou - Michael’s favourite character - in the heat of the argument, but then for him to go and spite-jerk-off to something so inappropriate at what sounded like maximum volume with high-quality speakers…

And the sensation he’d felt when he slapped Michael’s rear - a strangely firm and plump shape… It reminded him too much of events from last week. An all-too-brief fling at work with a stunning minx of an intern, whose alluring eyes had taken him effortlessly and who he’d asked out for lunch faster than he realised the words leaving his mouth. Then, before he could even process that they were making out softly in an empty office, the following day had come around, where to his horror, he’d found out she’d strung him along, already having a boyfriend in her own department. He remembered her walking by him that day without even batting an eyelid as though they were complete strangers.

It was the real reason Vincent had been so grouchy ever since and so much more disgusted by his flatmate, constantly feeling on edge and stressed out even in the comfort of his home.

Clenching and relaxing his fists, he pulls up his knees, angry, hurt, wishing to return to that empty office. But what accompanied it now was the fresh memory of the slap he’d given Micheal, the tingling sensation on his palm, and the lingering imprint of the feeling of that tight ass. It meshes with the images from that sinful afternoon, leaving him confused, appalled and pent-up with a weight in his chest, struggling to get out until he relents, rustling his jimmies as a hand draws downward…

A sudden series of raps at his door startles him back into focus. Hastily withdrawing his hands from his pants, he rises up, half expecting the door to open. Michael’s seriously warped voice mutters a quick stunted apology followed by what sounded like a bowl being left outside? It was impossible to tell what he was even saying, with how whiny and hushed his voice was. Before Vincent could get to the door, he heard rapid footfalls down the corridor, followed by a slamming door, signalling Micheal’s swift departure. Vincent carefully looks out into the hallway as the water in the shower begins to run again.

“The heck is wrong with him tonight…?”

Kneeling down to examine what Michael had left for him, cradling the bowl to inspect what looked to be fruit paste…a mix of low-fat yoghurt from the half-opened container in the fridge and chunks of pink he could only assume to be strawberry.

“Strange…didn’t think he’d be the type to hoard fruits….”

Retreating back to the bed with the sweet-smelling dessert bowl in his lap, Vincent skims the surface of the first spoonful with his tongue. A pleasant sensation of sweetness tingles across his taste buds, melting nicely with the vanilla yoghurt. He chomps down on the spoon after that delightful taste test, his stress leaving him as he eats, and soon the yoghurt is finished, just a skim layer left in the bottom. Slipping the bowl over onto the nightstand, sighing in satisfaction and relief, he slumps back down over the headboard, making a mental note to thank Michael in the morning. But in the silence, the memory of his friend’s ‘private viewing’ creeps back into his mind, along with familiar excitement between his legs. Thinking back to the sweet voice of the faceless female pornstar he’d heard and then further back to that scene in the office, he pulls his pants down again, wrapping a large hand around his erect member before finally proceeding to ‘work out’ his pent-up emotions.

Stroking fervently, his innards would rumble and shift as the organic concoction he had consumed earlier settled in his belly. A smooth peach-coloured splotch of skin fans out from the centre of his hardened navel, the muscle beneath dissolving away and leaving behind a slender stomach. Enticing contoured layers rise and fall in a strangely hypnotic fashion, the sweat from his self ministrations and the heat from his body stimulating more unseen changes within. The hand pumping the hot shaft pulses and slims down with the web of new skin slowly spreading down a forearm stripped of bulk, the muscles in Vincent’s rough arms melting away as the smooth layer washes over.

Picking up speed, Vincent’s body inches closer to heaven as gritty nails sharpen into polished daggers reflecting the orange glow of the lamp. His member twitches in the soft embrace of his new palm, goading the ecstasy running through Vincent’s mind, locking him in a drunken stupor as rapid changes trickle all over his skin. Raising his idle hand over a now bare chest shaved clean of all body hair to pinch at an aching nipple, he lets out an effeminate groan as his neck instinctively curls back in response to the mind-numbing electric jolt running through him.

“I remember why I liked her,”

The images of the girl from work flash up again, distorting and amplifying into new notions of making long passionate love. Her visage melds together with a particular secret crush of his, a wild, exciting girl with a fantastic body and long messily-tied dark hair who had - despite Tales of Berseria’s five year age - never left his mind.

Two buoyant masses begin to grace his touch. He slowly turns his neck down to discover his nipples are more prominent, perkier and pinker, with fat and thick creamy fluid oozing through his softening pectoral fibres, pushing his chest outward as twin rounded hills. Ignoring his cognizant side that was beginning to panic at the sight of a woman’s gorgeous assets bobbing up and down with each laboured breath, his hands move on autopilot, servicing his overpowering want.

His groans escalate into stifled cries and unrestrained moans with an airy mature wisp behind them as the bulge in his neck recedes. Sharpened nails dig into the erect pink nubs that tip his chest, milking them for all their worth, long-dormant glands pumping to life until a large pair of breasts fill to capacity. Each pinch releases a slight dribble of sweet pale nectar. Beads of sweat roll down his cheeks, running down to a killer pair of hips and a sexy navel with a cute belly button in the centre.

She looked just like her.

Threads of raven black hair invade his vision, tickling the sensitive nape of his neck before draping down over and around his back. Sighing in ecstasy with each silky thread tracing the slender curve of his spine, glueing themselves to the sleek contours of his feminising visage, he feels a lengthening mane growing past his firm bubble butt rubbing up hard against the sheets. Then, with nowhere else for the hair to go, it spreads around Vincent in shimmering piles of black silk.

There was no sign of the former man with a hidden interest in all things Japanese left in the person masturbating furiously in bed. Instead, a young woman in her prime with a voluptuous figure, possessing curves and muscle in all the right places, rose up, dazed by herself. The fierce image of a warrior goddess contorted in lust with sleek golden brown eyes clouded in need, a magnificent wild mess of hair pouring down onto the bed, a pair of supple lips ajar with a dripping wet tongue lolling in the air. The simple act of her breathing sounded as if there was someone by her side whispering sweet nothings in her ear, a crimson blush painted over soft cheeks. Muscle-bound pillars previously planted firmly on the floor now twitched and convulsed in the throes of an incoming orgasm. Rounded hips slowly spread further apart, her testicles retreating into a small widening slit between her thick, firm thighs beneath a giant swollen pecker that was ready to burst.

‘A-Almost…there!’

Suddenly she hears a ditzy eager voice come through to her.

“Aww, getting all frisky without me, Vel? How rude!”

The sound mixes with a strangled gasp of surprise from Vincent that further turned her on with how hot she found her own new voice to be - harsh female baritone, dripping with maturity. Turning her attention to the voice behind the door, it creaks open to reveal an elf-like girl sporting an impish smile. An oversized shirt belonging to Micheal scrawled with vulgar text is all she wears, along with tight black stockings. Letting herself in, her fantastic platinum blonde hair flows behind her legs with a life of its own, drawing Vincent’s eyes from her youthful face down over her modest figure until her eyes lock onto the damp spot over her crotch. The dim orange light illuminates faint trails of lubricant dripping down her plump thighs. Her exposed slit occasionally reveals itself with the fluttering of her loose shirt with every step, her wide hips swaying hypnotically from side to side.

“M..Michael?... Wh-what happened t-to….?”

A dainty, dexterous finger slips onto her lips, the nymph looking him directly in the face with lustrous eyes of emerald green. She feigns a look of confusion despite the vapid smile on her face.

“Now, now, do you even hear yourself, Vel? Do I look in any way like Michael?”

Vincent feels silky smooth legs begin to straddle her own as the newcomer climbs over the bed to join her atop the sheets. Aroused silly as Vincent was, it would’ve been easy to view herself and this alluring new girl as both parts of a wet fever dream. That the spitting image of her flatmate’s favourite video game character wasn’t really actually running a hand over her thigh, nor that she was leering like an old man. The longer Vincent stares into the green eyes with a face framed by luscious locks of platinum blonde, her skin tingling with each gentle stroke, the less Vincent can differentiate fantasy from reality. She finds herself heating up anew with the sensation of her bulging erection being stroked by a girl’s delicate fingers.

With how smooth and practised Magilou’s handjob was, it didn’t take long to feel like she was ready to blow her load all over the salacious babe. Using her flexible body, she sneaks in a lick or two, lathering her creamy belly in Vincent's pre-cum like moisturiser, stroking the cock lovingly.

But right before Vincent can feel the gratifying release of orgasm, the grip fades from her throbbing dick. Clicking her tongue in frustration, she whips her head up with a mixed look of anger, shock and lust as she stares into Magilou’s narrowed eyes. Rising up, positioning her dripping folds over Vincent’s twitching cock. Vaginal juices leak from her sputtering snatch, the girl eager to fill the void within.

“There, there tiger~ If you’re gonna-mmpf!-feel good…then it’s only natural that I get to join in…on the fun!”

Her arms pinned to the bed with a gentle grip, the mischievous look on Magilou’s face unwavering even with Vincent’s erect member kissing the soft lips of her dripping snatch. The lustful haze returns in earnest, tightening over Vincent’s mind and body, demanding its pact be further fulfilled. Tense shoulders and cramped thighs relax as she welcomes the slick folds of Magilou’s pussy enveloping her member, wrapping it up in a tight, organic tunnel of overwhelming warmth, pausing short of penetration. They remain that way for a few seconds, Magilou hovering, brilliant green eyes staring into golden ones, feeling an innate connection as if she was staring at a friend she hadn’t seen in a long time.

“O-over Berseria, she says? What do you call all this then, Ve-Vel-ahgh-hangh!”

A sudden rock of her hips cuts off her sentence as Vincent starts to thrust, her ears trained on the very familiar sound leaking out of her open mouth as both women struggle to hold in their moan. For all the bravado Magilou had put up earlier, it didn’t take much of Vincent’s powerful libido to shatter her composure completely. The soft slap of flesh against flesh rings out as the petite babe’s virgin vagina struggles with the immense throbbing girth until her trembling legs give way. Impaling herself on Vincent with a startled yelp, her face twists in orgasmic bliss as the sizable cock’s head kisses the entrance to her womb.

“H-Haah-hn!! V-Vel! Not so rough! I’m tearing apart~.”

Staring up through hazy eyes and an invasive fringe at the lust stricken visage of her lover, Vincent takes notice of the dagger-shaped ears jutting out from the sides of her blonde hair, fluttering rapidly like the wings of a bird. She had no idea when or how Michael had turned into the energetic minx currently bouncing upon her dick. Still, a creeping suspicion within her barely-rational mind traced the cause to whatever Michael had laced the dessert with…after taking it herself. Michael had probably hoped for her to be outright drowning in pleasure to take advantage of.

‘The nerve…of this…i-idiot!’

Vincent’s free hands slap loudly against Magilou’s plump rear, forcing a sharp moan as their hips take on a rhythmic pattern, slowly picking up speed like a synergised pair of engines. Their rhythm soon escalates into bestial piston-fucking, with Magilou squeaking every time Vincent’s cock knocks against her womb and squirts of her molten love leaving Vincent’s belly slick and wet. The bed groans and buckles under the strenuous exercise, Magilou’s hips bouncing and smacking with strong upwards jabs, pushing Vincent back into the bed as her voice crescendos and her walls clamp.

Arching her back, Vincent was finally granted the release she had desired to reach, unleashing a white-hot load deep within her partner's tight innards as both ladies forgot their circumstances. They clung to each other, basking in the heat of the moment; Vincent adored how smooth her lover’s skin was through the baggy shirt; Magilou loved how her partner’s sharpened nails dug into the sensitive skin of her wrists. She squeezed, her flexible limbs and dexterous fingers allowing her to quickly grab ahold of Vincent’s even while pinned, her second wind arriving just in the knick of time.

‘I just fucked Magilou, or… W-Who even… Michael? We just had sex, didn’t we?’

Vincent’s mind clouds again as something warm purses against her lips. Muffled sounds of her yelling out in defiance interrupt the pleasant sighs and excited squeals. She feels Magilou’s tongue probe her mouth, slipping through her defences before depositing something soft, warm and deliciously sweet down her throat. Unable to lift her weary arms, Vincent groans in disgust as her gag reflex triggers. The sweet treat funnelled down her digestive tract and forced her to swallow Magilou’s sugary saliva to avoid choking. Her vision begins to cloud over with black splotches, her ears drunk on the squelching sounds of messy creampie as she gazes up into the vapid green jewels that only look more beautiful this close to her face. Her thrashing legs and bucking hips only drive her member deeper.

By the time they pull away from the erotic french kiss, Vincent’s sexual reliefs have slowed to a crawl as she pumps a last climactic load into Magi, gasping for air with trails of sweet saliva running down her lips. For a moment, she had fully expected to blackout entirely from how aggressive Magilou’s advances had been. Instead, the haze in her mind finally begins to lift, signalling their winding down.

“Phew…Lucky I still had that last gummy on hand! Can’t believe how rough you were, Vel~ Did you miss me that much?”

A bridge of saliva hangs between their lips. They stare astonished into each other's eyes with differing emotions on both girls' faces; a smug grin on Magilou’s and an embarrassed gaze mixed with a tiny bit of uncertainty on Vincent’s.

“W-Why do you keep calling me Vel?... It is y-you in there, isn’t it Michael…right? And we just FUCKED!?- Holy fuck…”

Magilou, or Michael, tittered in that same style from before as she rose on her wobbly legs revealing an erotic sight below, dripping trails of spunk running from between her spent lower lips. But Vincent wasn’t paying attention; there was a sudden, alarming lack of substance between her own legs. She stared slack-jawed at the empty void below the smooth incline of her navel where her proud member had just stood as she felt a slick fleshy tunnel open up in its place.

“My dick! What did you do-ooh, god!”

She has little time to react before a wave of platinum blonde fills her vision, finding Magi’s long head of hair wrapped around her waist, followed by a whoop of joy from the owner. Vincent is lassoed to her feet, aflush with the new sensations assaulting her and stumbling over her new sense of gravity with a yelp as she falls into Michael's embrace, squishing against the shorter girl as she braces to prevent her from falling.

“Haha! Easy there, girl! Like that trick? My hair’s not just for show! More importantly, look here!”

Turning her toward the mirror before she can say anything more, Vincent falls quiet. What she sees looking back at her is somehow both a dream and terribly real. Her hands slowly wander over her bewitching body, tracing the smooth contours of her face before falling down over her breasts. The cool evening air strokes her skin, making her fidget in place with her thighs rubbing together nervously; her gaze ventures down to the cute slit between her legs. Alluring black hair cascades down to her feet and around her voluptuous figure, twisting a stray bundle into a recognisable braid hanging down over Velvet Crowe’s left shoulder, or rather her own.

After realising how long she had been standing still, enamoured with her own reflection, she averts her gaze with a bashful look to the floor. The realisation of who she must be leaves her swooning, the haze from before coming back. And with that revelation, glancing nervously over to Michael, now the spitting image of Velvet’s companion, Magilou, she returns Vincent’s meek gaze with a smug grin, obviously satisfied with her work.

“We’ve turned into….”

“Vel! And of course, Magilou’s Menagerie wouldn’t be complete without the show's star! So here I am!”

“You’re… into this, aren’t you, Mich-ahem-Magi…How did you even-”

“Now, now! There’ll be plenty of time to answer those pesky questions later!”

“B-But what about our jobs? Our identities? People will-mpf?! Mmmmm!”

Magilou climbs Velvet’s hair onto her back with one swift manoeuvre, silencing her with a hand over the mouth. “Enjoy now, Vel. Think later!”

She clamps on. Vincent’s bodybuilder physique and strength had all been compacted away, her sapped arms unable to pry the hand firmly cupped over her lips, fingers struggling to get a good grip on her slender forearms. It felt strange to be so lean, her external frame closer to par with Magi’s.

‘Who is stuck to my back like a damn gremlin~.’

The unperturbed Magi fondled the most considerable difference between them - Velvet’s broad, full and sensitive cups, which looked enormous in Magi’s tiny hands compared to her perky midge-bites. Feeling Velvet squirming for freedom, she changed her tactics, gently stroking away at her warm navel in a way Velvet admitted felt surprisingly soothing and pleasant. Velvet was left staring at her reflection, tracing the contours of her sleek chin before fiddling with her lips.

She had become Velvet, her favourite character in games and anime - her crush. Her wild overgrown hair hanging heavily from her head, her gorgeous figure free from any curses. The reality should’ve been scary, but strangely enough, she didn’t mind it.

Thinking back to how her and Michael’s lives seemed to be coming to stagnation, being stuck in their monotonous routine every day. Maybe a drastic change had been dearly needed.

Perhaps she could even love it.

“You better now, sweetie-pie?” Magilou peers over her shoulder, embracing her midriff and resting her head on her hair-cushioned shoulder.

“Of course, we have more important things to prioritise. For now, though….”

She began a mock menagerie performance, remarkably spritely, taking to the floor. She quickly became engrossed in the uncanny impersonation, making Velvet wonder if something else had happened to her brain. Then again, Micheal had always been childishly spirited…except now, as Magilou, she could add ‘eccentric’ to that trait. Although she wasn’t complaining, it was fun and nostalgic to see the living embodiment of a character from a beloved game of hers teasing and fooling around with her. All she needed was that outrageously coloured jester's outfit with a skirt made out of books and a tiny tophat-wearing midget to complete the look…

“You still haven’t answered my question, though; how’d you even manage this in the first place?”

“Ooh~ a funny little story! Come, come, take a seat! I’ll tell you all about it. I'm starting to get a lil cold. HA...HAPACHOO! Geheh-oww!”

“Oh, shut it already with the sneezes. Go get dressed, and then let’s talk.”

Rummaging through her assortment of clothes, Velvet thankfully found little trouble picking out a fitting set with how little she had fallen in height and mass compared to Michael, who presumably couldn’t find anything small enough to stay on her lower half. She came back more or less as clothed as before, standing at the door with a sly grin, an itchy hand on the red spot where Velvet had landed that slap over her firm derriere earlier.

‘Either that or she got a little too frisky earlier…god, how long was she behind that door!’

By the time Vel had slipped a fresh pair of pants over her waist to go along with the singlet now slung over her torso, Magi was on the bed with her legs crossed, looking expectant. Vel ignored her as she took a seat beside her nonchalantly, not a lick of concern about how the other girl was obviously shivering under her damp clothes and borderline naked status. She gave Magi a steely-eyed expression she still knew how to emulate from memory. 

“…You gonna tell me all about that fairy tale?” It couldn’t hurt to get in character every so often.

“Cheh! How cold…”

The details, Velvet discovered, were surprisingly simple to get - Michael deciding to sample her shady dietary supplements before she could and following her own as-guessed changes, whipping the rest of the gummies into the dessert she had gifted her.

‘All in good faith’, or so she said. She’d also apparently noticed Vincent’s sour mood and emotional whiplash over the past week and had wanted to try surprising him with a gift or two. After realising what those ‘miracle supplements’ could do, she immediately changed course.

Vincent had bought the supplements on a whim after spotting the catchphrase that promised the buyer they could ‘get the body they’d always dreamed of’. She never actually thought that ‘these’ bodies - the bodies of the women who they’d each most desired - had been what that slogan had really meant.

“And after all your high-horse talk about dead games too…was that why you were such a big grump? Can’t admit your love for the maiden of your dreams until you’re in her shoes, hm?”

“Yeah yeah, well… I-It’s all in the past now…don’t need to bring that up again…But, Michael…I hate to say this, but….” Magi watches Vel nonchalantly braiding her tangled mane as she hesitates.

“I think it’s actually helped.”

“Aww, don’t mention it, girl…It’s what friends are for, right?”

As awkward as it was to hear Magilou speaking like a high school bro who you knew always had your back, it was slightly warming to see that she still cared enough to bother looking out for her.

But still, the fact remained that they were no longer Michael or Vincent, left as two completely different yet equally striking women with no real identity or place in this world beyond their inherited ones. If something happened and the law came into play after the people living here realised that two strange tenants had seemingly taken over their neighbour's house without any proper explanation…

“As good as this feels…settling all the paperwork and getting people to believe it’s us will be a headache….”

“There you go again, being so sceptical ~ With the great Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou at your side, there’s nothing to fear!”

“The what?”

After a shared chuckle, they spend a few moments in silence until Vel glances at the clock, the hand well on its way to midnight, sighing in exhaustion with the realisation of how much time has passed as she reclines on the warm sheets, ready to hit the hay. But Magi stares down sheepishly at her with wide doe eyes, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as if she wanted to say something.

“D’you mind if we can…y’know…cuddle?”

“*Sigh*... You’re breaking character Magi…c’mere, you dork.”

Magilou dives under the sheets with a happy giggle, squirming under Velvett’s spread arms like a puppy snuggling up to its owner as the two exhausted women eventually relax in the comfort of the other’s soothing warmth.

“Mmm~ this body of yours…is to die for….”

“You’re not…half bad either, Magi…leave it for tomorrow, alright? M’tired…”

“Hehee~ Is that an invitation I hear? You better not go back on your word Vel… Magi to Vel? Heyyy….did you just click your tongue at me?”

“Go to sleep, or I'll toss you out….”

-Epilogue-

Yawning loudly, Magilou shifts her slender body off the bed, looking down with groggy eyes at her lanky legs, willing the tiny toes that tip her dainty feet to move. She sits in silent contemplation before looking over once more, gently placing her hand over the mattresses still warm indentation, long shed hairs of black and blonde alike pressed into its fabric.

‘I’m so glad last night wasn’t a dream!’

Wistfully sighing, she draws her fingers between her legs, tracing the shape of her female sex, before flexing them in the sunlight. Amazing it had felt to ooze out of her old body like a caterpillar emerging from its chrysalis as a beautiful butterfly, watching it happen in real-time to someone else was more erotic completely.

Peering through Vincent’s door to the vivid scene of her friend midway through his transformation after her laced dessert had succeeded in finding its way down his stomach, watching him thrust and thrash on the bed as he lost more and more of himself to lust as Velvet slowly came into being. It had stunned her to silence. Then seeing the girl sporting that short-lived cock had sparked her bold idea, and the rest was history. Running a hand over her warm belly, the sensation of being filled by that thing, by Vincent, Velvet, was still fresh in her mind.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given her that last gummy after all…gah! No point fussing over it! What’s done is done!”

The water sizzles against a recently used frying pan reaches her ears and the faint aroma of fried bacon and scrambled eggs drifts in from beyond the door. Leaping off the bed before doing one quick round of stretches, the young woman regains some semblance of her energetic vigour from last night. Wrapping her platinum blonde bed head around her neck in a few ticklish loops, she checks herself in the mirror before slipping quickly and silently towards the kitchen. A full-course breakfast is already laid out on the coffee table.

‘Crap…did I even wash last night’s mess?’

Stepping out slowly into the living room as the running water flicks off, she turns her head sheepishly to see her roommate at the kitchen sink. Her beautiful mop of midnight black hair is tied neatly behind her into a high ponytail, still long enough to reach far down her legs. Her shapely rear had been squeezed into a tight pair of jeans, her blessed bosom tenting a jacket she hadn’t seen her wear in a long time.

“Morning, stranger.”

Mesmerised by Velvet’s getup, Magi could barely register the plump, smooth lips making contact with her own as her friend landed a quick peck before sitting down to eat, a smug look on her handsome face. Flinching backwards a tad too late before taking on a mockery of a Judo stance, Magilou flailed, her arms held out defensively in front of her face.

“W-What was that all about?!”

“Nothing in particular…take your time standing there, though; I love it when you act all squeamish like that~.”

Shuffling over before seating herself opposite Velvet, who was already helping herself to her own share of breakfast, she sips away at the mug of sweet cocoa, trying to figure out what was wrong with her today. The grumpy man from the past few weeks was nowhere to be seen in the bright eyes of what was comparable to a late-game version of Velvet’s demeanour.

“W-What’s up with you today? Something good happened this morning?”

“Nothing big…I just quit my job,”

“I thought you were gonna call in sick!?”

Gripping the mug in her hands, Vel chuckles, seemingly amused at her friend's outburst at the news. While she wasn’t serious about starting on new careers after admittedly getting too carried away last night, she hadn’t expected one of them to go unemployed so soon after changing.

“Don’t worry about it…the place was a terrible slog to be in, and it's not like anyone there was even worth remembering anyway. Not sure yet where I’ll go next, but trust me, I'm better off this way. That kiss…think of it as ‘payback’ for last night.”

At some point, Magilou had stopped listening to Velvet, something about a terrible workplace? She didn’t want to be rude, but her mind was focused more on her friend’s visage, looking so serene in the fresh morning sun, bringing the mug up to her lips as she took another sip of her black coffee.

But that only strengthened the resolve in her chest as she sipped away at her own drink, closing her eyes as she returned to an idea from last night she had stewed in her mind, never having gotten the chance to divulge it when they’d both lost track.

It wouldn’t be simple; they’d need traction and luck, but she knew exactly what they needed to do to give it the perfect kick start.

“You could… Always become a model, Vince, or Vel. I mean, both of us probably could even.”

That question left the room in awkward silence as both girls stopped drinking, eyes locked, staring with Magi’s determination and Vel’s confusion coming to odds with each other.

“You mean… like those Instagram girls dressed up like slu-”

“No-no, no-no-no…think fashion magazines…cosplay…that sort of model!”

Velvet puts a thoughtful finger to her chin, furrowing her brow in consideration.

“Hmm…I suppose we are both halfway there now, aren’t we? And they earn quite a lot…but how are we even supposed to get recognised enough? It’s not like we’re gonna wake up with thousands of fans-”

“-We make a splash at the con! You and me! I know someone who can hook us up with outfits in time! Then we need a little practice and shazam! We’ll be stars!”

Despite Michael’s jovial explanation and assurances, Vincent still seemed conflicted about the whole thing, a hesitant look on her face, rubbing two fingers against her temple in silent contemplation, sighing before picking up the mug on the table.

“I see your point…but before we do all that, we settle the more important matters first, right? Like making sure the landlady doesn’t evict us.”

“I’ll take that as an agreement then! By the by…we can’t be calling ourselves ‘Michael’ and ‘Vincent’ anymore, so…thought of any names yet?”

“Hmm…it’s pretty simple, but I’ve thought it over a bit…does Val, or Valerie, sound alright?”

“Val, Vel, sticks to me! I’m gonna go with Mai!”

“But you’re not even Asian!”

“Bite me!”

Hearing that brought a wicked gleam to Valerie’s amber-brown eyes, narrowing down like a hunter locking on to prey. “Wait till tonight, and you’ll see~.”

“O-Oh my…real daring now, aren’t we?” As much as she’d worded it like a threat, Mai’s libido could never say no to an invitation to bed if it would be Val on the opposite end of the reigns. Pleasantly surprised that she indeed remembered what they had talked about last night as she raises her mug up in a gesture, clinking their mugs together in a toast as the two women while away the early morning with idle chatter just like they always had…

A few weeks had passed since that fateful Monday evening, with the two reborn tenants of the house making it their priority to get things sorted out with the landlord, introducing themselves once more to their neighbours and earning more than a few sceptical glances. Of course, it wasn’t surprisingly hard to get the point across after recounting multiple experiences only the two men would know of, like when Mai had helped locate a missing cat for the tenants next door. Valerie replicated the mannerisms of pruning the plants and the back-breaking labour of moving the landlady’s maintenance equipment with minor wobbles from her new centre of gravity. Then she heard Mai catcalling her; her gesticulating made it seem like she was ‘putting on a show’. Valerie had shot her a death stare in response that she could’ve sworn only served to make Mai swoon. It was her first lesson as a woman to be aware of herself and her body language.

The hardest part was learning to live with their new bodies, with Valerie finding it especially hard to adapt and mellow out with how stiff and slow she was taking things compared to the bubbly Mai. The latter wasted no time replacing her wardrobe and belongings with various cute outfits mixed in with the occasional extravagant swimsuit or extra raunchy lingerie she saved for special nights with her roomie. Most important were the accurate costumes the tailor Mai knew had made for them after coming over to do some measurements in preparation for the con. They practised wearing and moving in them and found them needing frequent washes after their evenings became role played sexual encounters between Magilou and Velvet themselves, something Valerie struggled to grow accustomed used to.

Getting their records sorted didn’t take as long as Valerie's worrisome had suspected. After a handful of interviews with the relevant authorities, some medical examinations, and convincing bewildered or hysterical contacts of their incredulous circumstances, they finally updated everyone in their narrowed-down circle about their situation and officially settled into womanhood.

It wasn’t straightforward, but the girls had set up MaiValous, a blog ready for the big convention where they planned to debut themselves. Taking part in the cosplay competition segment, Mai fully indulged herself in her Magilou roleplay down to the letter, much to the dismay of Valerie. The latter wasn’t ready for the many eyes going her way with how torn and tattered Velvet’s base wear was. Although many would mistake her downcast grimace of embarrassment for the character’s signature scowl.

While they hadn’t expected to win - their characters were still ‘old news’ as Valerie put it, much to Mai’s chagrin - the pair took away a third-place prize. It was a job well done considering the free advertisement they got from bloggers and other famous cosplayers they had gotten to know throughout the convention. Some of them promised to make special mention of them for their dedication to the character.

As Mai predicted, fashion companies soon found their blog, both girls signing onto high-paying gravure careers for a veritable range of fashion magazines and advertisements. The deal was sweetened for their contacts by their making for easy double shoots and rarely ever being separated from the other. Sweaty summer beach shoots, intimation Valentines with Valerie playing boyfriend to the sly nymph Mai, shampoo commercials. The outfits they had blown through were enough to fill their wardrobes five-fold.

If anything, the pair had only grown closer together to experience their new lives. In fact, their lifestyles had both changed for the better, with Mai now taking on yoga classes and joining Valerie on her daily morning jogs to maintain her body without her previous stagnant mindset.

Neither of them ever discovered the identity of the manufacturers behind the dietary supplements. Even the police couldn’t find any leads after finding out the company listed on the site had essentially gone bankrupt months ago and was still operating under an illegal license with no actual individual to blame. A shadow front for who? They might never know. Although Mai certainly seemed unfazed, Valerie’s mind raced with doubts and fears that she constantly tussled with.

Although Valerie and Mai didn’t mind that much, pushing the issue aside early on as they focused on their new careers while spending quality time together, growing to become more than just friends as time passed. With weeks flying by into months, the winter season flickers over to the sweltering heat of the summer until one humid Saturday evening, Valerie looks for a picture album made up of memories. Her room has many new colourful additions. Her mannerisms have become much more refined and natural; she wears subtle make-up; her loosely-worn heel-length hair is windswept and flows with her as she sits down on the carpeted floor with the album. She feels Mai leaning on her, her own rigid mop of smooth platinum blonde hair curled like a squirrel's tail over her rear.

“When’d you take that one? You look absolutely gorgeous!”

“Hah? Oh, keen eye! I took that on my own; actually, I was hoping to surprise you back then, but you were so adorable it simply slipped my mind…You don’t look too bad either in some of these…you were so shy back then~.”

“Oh, stop it, you…hey Mai?”

Looking up from her lax resting position, Mai finds a familiar but rare sight on her friend’s face; a look of worry and confusion scrawled over the usual calm, composed visage of a gruff girl that took no-nonsense. “What’s up?”

“Do you ever think…y’know, like if that drug will ever wear off someday? It’s a bit scary just thinking about it…after all, we’ve been through together… I’ll wake up one day and find out it’s all just a dream? I…I do-mpf?!”

“So what if it does? You still have me now, don’t you?”

Before Val can continue, Mai cups a hand over her mouth, slowly rising to a seated position, and Val falls silent. Lifting her hands away like the first time, Mai now strokes a stray strand of raven black hair dangling down over Val’s watery eyes, tucking it back behind her ears. Val’s arms wrap around Mai’s hips in a gentle embrace.

“You don’t have to keep treating it like you’re alone, y’know Val? Even if you’re Valerie, Vincent, Velvet or whatever the heck else, it’s not really the end, now is it? And even if you still struggle afterwards, you can always lean on my shoulder…well…maybe not Michael’s…he barely had one sturdy enough!”

“Hah…seriously, you…idiot….”

The couple rests in each other’s arms for a while until Valerie picks Mai up, carrying her like a cat over to the velvet coloured sheets of the bed, pink diamond patterned pillows jumping ever so slightly at the disturbance. Val wastes no time tearing the singlet off Mai’s dainty body and pinching a bright pink nipple as Mai’s fingers wrap themselves in her uncut mane.

“Y’know-mpf!-maybe a lil too much of me rubbed off on you, Val…you never were this frisky before~.”

“Then take responsibility, you perv~.”

Sweet gasps and breathy moans broke the silence with the occasional bed creaking every so often as the couple affirmed their love for each other. The half-opened photo album by the bed frame would go forgotten for most of the day as their intimate passion mixed with the unrelenting heat of the midsummer sun. As long as one held the other close at hand, no obstacle would ever be insurmountable for the tightly knit duo.