Published: Jan 24, 2024
My eighty-fourth caption.
Two friends, Regis and Cerfus, decide to take advantage of the local nobles and their desire for "exotic girls" to get rich quick. With the help of a little magic stone, of course.
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“So, you’re sure this’ll make us lots of gold?” I asked, unsure what to think as I held my hands together tightly. “I’m not entirely sure about this whole transformation thing.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine Regis.” Cerfus reassured, allowing a smirk to slip onto his face as he pulled out a small emerald-colored stone, holding it gently in his hand as it glowed. “I’ve already got us set up for the job tonight. These dumb nobles are into the hot, exotic girls, and they practically give away their money in tips. We’ll be set up in a single night.”
“Yeah, but being around a bunch of powerful old men as young women… you realize what could or may happen, right?” I brought up, getting him to roll his eyes dismissively.
“Come on, the worst that might happen is you having to endure some lecherous gazes.” He rationalized, holding the stone tighter for a moment before instead offering it to me with a smirk. “Here, you can go first. The fun uniforms we’ll be wearing are in the other room, so if you’re still shy and stuff you can always do it in there instead.”
I honestly didn’t want to do it. All of this seemed risky and needlessly convoluted, but Cerfus… wasn’t wrong about the money. These exotic women walked away with a lot.
“Fine, gimme the damn thing already.” I reluctantly agreed, swiping the stone from him as a sudden look of shock flashed onto his face. “What? Surprised I agreed?”
“No! Just be careful with that stone! It’s the only one we have!” He yelled, getting me to slump my shoulders. It was a little late for him to get upset about any of this.
“Whatever. Wait here… and NO peeking.” I said with finality, walking off into the bedroom, disrobing, and squeezing the stone in my hand. Closing my eyes and imagining the type of girl that might get the most attention, I focused on the image and felt the stone grow warmer in my hand, its magic beginning to course through my whole body.
The warmth took over my whole body as I felt my form begin to change. I could feel the changes, but I had to keep my focus on the imagined woman in my head or else the transformation would be ruined. Resisting the urge to look, even as a pleasurable sensation overtook my crotch. Before I knew it, the warmth had faded. The transformation was complete. Finally opening my eyes, I was suddenly met with the sight of two large breasts. They were so large in fact that I initially thought I had made some mistake.
“You done playing with yourself in there yet?~” Cerfus asked through the door, getting me to instinctively cover up my naughty bits with my arm and hands. “Clock’s tickin’.”
“Keep that damn door closed! I’ll be done in a few minutes…” I trailed off in my new, girly voice, looking at the two outfits sitting on the bed. One was black, and the other was white. Hoping a dark color may better hide my new, exaggerated curves, I chose the black. As I slipped it on, I quickly realized I had made a terrible mistake, both with the shape of my body and the chosen outfit. My stupid, thick body barely fit into the black outfit, and upon a second glance, it was also far more revealing than the white one was.
“You better be dressed Regia, because I’m tired of waiting.” Cerfus said casually, opening the door and letting himself in. The moment he made eye contact with my body, he began to instantly drool as I felt my face go red. “Well well, and you say I’m a pervert… you went all out. Curves, ears, horns… you’ve even got a cute, spotted tail back there.”
“S-Shut up.” I failed to keep myself from stuttering, clumsily walking out of the bedroom in these stupid heels. “I can’t believe I agreed to do this… it's just for the money…”
Ten minutes later, Cerfus, now Cerfia, strutted out of the bedroom wearing her outfit, sporting a much more… conservative appearance than me. Though she lacked the more… animalistic features I had, she’d decided on some simple Elf ears, though they stayed mostly hidden by her dark gray hair. I was a little stunned to see her.
“Well, we’ve got no time to lose. Let’s go!” She said with a surprising amount of pep in her voice, throwing my jacket at me and practically dragging me out of the apartment.
The manor where the party was being held wasn’t too far away, thankfully. The party itself was a birthday celebration being thrown for Lord Melar’s son, Kamire Melar, celebrating his 18th birthday. As was typical for events such as this, there were other Lords, nobles, and their relatives in attendance, and they needed a lot of staff to keep up with their many demands. We, under our “new” names Regia and Cerfia, were both serving drinks, primarily alcohol, and acting as “eye candy” or “furniture” for the guests. Obviously, this was the part that had me so nervous, and why our outfits were so revealing. “Exotic girls” or “half-breeds” as some people called them, weren’t typically treated very well at events such as this unless they owned a large business or something else prestigious like that, but were casually lusted after. Thankfully, Lord Melar was quite nice towards those under his employ, and paid them quite well to work as staff in the manor, especially during parties. It was this fact that led us towards our little “act”.
Walking in and getting ourselves ready, it didn’t take long to receive our instructions for the night. The party was about to begin, and I was enamored by how lavish the whole place was. Even so, there was gaudy, bright furniture and pastel-colored balloons all over the place, and I quickly found out I was under orders to sit in one of the large armchairs with a bottle of champagne the whole night, serving guests if they asked for it, smiling, and generally being pleasant towards them. Though it was readily apparent that I was literally just playing the role of eye candy, “Cerfia” had gotten the more difficult task of walking around with a silver tray, serving drinks. I got off easy, at least.
Two hours into the party, I was beginning to feel the mental strain of being “eye candy” out here. Like I had predicted, many of these people had begun undressing what little I was wearing with their eyes, a few trying to strike up conversation before getting their fill, dropping some coin, and moving on. It took all my self-control to keep myself in check, but as soon as I was considering throwing in the towel, the Lord’s son himself approached me. I had never seen him in-person before, and he was… rather stunning compared to all these old men and hags around me. Even more surprising was how kind and courteous he was with me, making me feel like a person rather than an object.
Eventually, the party began to die down after cake was served, people going home one by one. Finally, the party officially ended, with me being allowed to get up and help with the cleanup. As I moved back and forth with piles of dishes, I heard Cerfia yelp, turning around just as she slammed into the ground, having slipped on some spilled champagne. As this happened, I felt a sort of… twinge in the back of my head, as if a muscle had seized up for a second. Kneeling down to help her up, I noticed a sudden, horrified expression on her face. She pulled the stone from between her tits, showing it was now cracked, having become an inert piece of stone from the impact. My face became horrified too, knowing what this meant. We were now both stuck like this. Even if we got another one to replace it, our old bodies were now gone, lost to the Ether.
I was about to throttle my “friend” for being stupid enough to bring the stone with them, but before I could put my hands on her in a more threatening manner, the Head Maid approached us, telling me and me alone that Kamire was requesting my presence, having become “enamored” with my beauty and wanting to “get to know me better”. Despite my original intentions, I immediately saw the new opportunity that had presented itself. Without a second thought, I abandoned Cerfia, leaving her there on the floor.
When I reached Kamire, he wasted no time telling me how he felt, wishing for me to stay with him. Despite my initial thoughts, the feeling had become… mutual in the end.