Class Change- Daisy/Blaze FTF Swap/WG
Posting stuff I've worked on across other sites. Art By DaFuze, color and shading by me.
STORY
Blaze the Cat, Princess of the Sol Dimension, had invited Princess Daisy to discuss the matter of an alliance between their domains… or that’s what the plan was at least. Blaze wanted to say something, but Daisy would just not let her get a word in edgewise.
As Daisy blathered over a cup of tea, the two monarchs failed to notice machinations in the shadow as a certain Magikoopa prepared a spell from behind the curtains. This spell would rid them of both princesses, leaving their lands ripe for the taking. With Daisy’ spiel covering his chanting, he cast the spell.
“When this wicked spell is through
The world will look differently at you
No more will you be princesses pampered
But poor schlubs, your income hampered
Daisy, au revoir!
Blaze, goodbye
You will be poor
Your kingdoms, a lie!”
Suddenly, Daisy stopped stone dead silent. She could hear something… something better than she had ever done in her life. And no wonder, for she had sprouted a massive pair of cat ears. Ones identical to those Blaze had. With those new ears he could hear someone cackling as they ran from the room but she was quickly distracted by those very same ears. Blaze had also sprouted something, a prominent gut that hung over her waistline. And her clothes also changed, turning from her usual royal garb to a plain work shirt and a pair of overalls. All that remained of her original look was her shoes and even they were changing, losing the fluffy anklets and morphing from high heels into rubber boots. Daisy tried standing up but stopped when she felt her own clothes start to change too with her dress tearing in half to reveal her midriff, her skirt starting to tighten around her legs and her own heels changed, this time into sneakers. The Princess shared a look but before they could say anything, the magic around them surged harder, accelerating the process.
Daisy’s butt grew massively, knocking away her chair and forcing her to her feet. She stood hunched over as the magic forced fat into her glutes and bone into her coccyx. As a fat ass and a furry tail grew, she scrunched up her face, not noticing it was changing alongside her rear as well. If she had a mirror she’d see that she was growing fur all over her face and body to match her new cat ears and her crown had turned into a hair tie, holding up her hair into a very vertical and familiar style. As she kept looking at her engourging ass, She saw her skirt grip it right as it morphed into a pair of sweatpants, along with what was left of her dress becoming a cropped track top.
She looked over at Blaze, who’s overalls were somehow containing her rapidly growing body, and saw her feline features disappear. Her ears fell to the side of her head, becoming round and getting flower earrings; her muzzle pulled back into her face as she got a human jaw line; and her fur pulled in revealing the skin beneath. Unlike her fur, her hair grew longer as her hair band grew from containing her single top tail to looping her whole head. As the hari grew, it settled into a very familiar style.
The two locked eyes one last time as they realised what they were looking at.
“D-daisy..?” the tracksuited cat asked.
“Buh-blaze…” the overall wearing human mumbled.
As the princesses changed into non-royal versions of each other, so too did the world around them change. The walls around them faded away and were replaced by a rickety wooden fence. The opulent marble floor was replaced by grassy fields and their fancy chairs were replaced by bales of hay. It wasn’t Blaze’s palace anymore but Daisy’s farm. The Cat in the jogging suit wasn’t Princess Daisy, she was now Big Bootay Blaze the Dealer, named after her physique and her product. Likewise, the heavyset farmer wasn’t Blaze the Cat but Farmer Daisy, a perfect name for a princess or a farmer. With the new reality established, the two continued their conversation as if nothing had happened.
Big Bootay Blaze was invited by the hefty Farmer Daisy to share in some of her homemade moonshine. It’d be the perfect opportunity, Blaze thought, to discuss the idea of the morally lax farmer growing, how you say, particular crops for her to sell on the streets… or that’s what the plan was at least. Blaze wanted to say something, but Daisy would just not let her get a word in edgewise.
