#tfstuck

Annoyance and jealousy;these were the two emotions that Meenah felt right now, and they wereprimarily directed towards her fellow heiress to the throne ofAlternia. Feferi was buxom, curvaceous, and had everything that shewanted and more. Especially if you compared their respective forms tosee that Meenah was in fact flat as a board on both accounts, hersass and wicked charm only able to get her so far in the cut throatcircles of Highblood society. If she was to become the next empressshe would need to assert her dominance some how, but what could shedo?

The idea came toher in an instant, and as she put the pieces of a plan together asmile that showed row upon row of shark like teeth crept across herface. It wouldn’t require much preparation, all she needed to do wascatch Fef when her guard was down, and she knew exactly when thatcould be done.

It had been a few days since Rose’s odd change, and Jade had all but moved in to help her manage her little… issue. She’d teleported home a few times to get some clothes and necessities, and the girls had spent the last few days largely in bed. Every cuddle, pet, and kiss felt blissful, so why not spend all day kissing every inch of pale Lalonde flesh to make her squirm in pleasure? All that teasing and pleasuring really had Jade on edge though - she’d been dedicating so much time to Rose that she hadn’t properly gotten herself off since she came over, and her erection was near-constantly stiff in her panties. 

Rose noticed of course, but there was an element of excitement in teasing your faithfully helping friend up to the point of neediness before helping her get off. So when the faintest accidental touch left Jade whimpering almost as much as it did for Rose, it seemed like the proper time to help out. 

“Why, my dear Miss Harley, is everything alright? You seem a little… pent up.” said the Seer, “I think I know just the thing to help you out.” 

Her womanhood and breasts may have been smoothed over, but at least her rear hole still remained, and anal wasn’t so bad… especially when everything felt as sensitive as her clit. Jade stammered and blushed brightly when Rose turned about on all fours and offered her upturned ass. She even spread the cheeks, giving Jade a peek at the little pucker within. 

“i-if youre sure, rose!!” stuttered the Witch, already pushing down her shorts to free the excitement within. Pre was already dewing from her tip and staining her underthings, now dripping down onto the bedsheets. 

“Of course, Miss Harley. I wouldn’t make such an offer lightly. If it relieves your anxiety, just keep thinking of my body like a particularly lurid doll’s while you relieve your own lusts. A small repayment for helping me with my inescapable lust these past few days.”

That was all the reassurance Jade needed, and she pushed herself slowly, deeply into Rose’s rump. She was so snug, so tight, and since every nerve felt as blissfully tender as the next, Rose was soon moaning shakily under her breath while the dog-girl’s cock slowly stretched her out. Jade’s cock tingled and ached while she fucked Rose, plunging deeper and deeper into her clenching, tightening rear entrance, until at last her muscles seized and spasmed and a volley of sticky white seed flooded into the Seer’s bowels. 

Jade slumped back - panting raggedly and looking quite pleased with herself, hands idly wandering up and down her body in the afterglow. Rose held a hand over her spunk-filled hole to contain the mess, turning around to fondly regard her playmate with a warm smile. That smile slowly dropped though, a brow arching instead. 

“Ah,Jade? Not to interrupt your reverie, but…” The seer nodded down at Jade’s body. The girl’s cock seemed to be shrinking, balls pulling up towards her body while her shaft itself wilted. Jade sat up, her heart suddenly in her throat, while she watched helplessly. She looked up at Rose and offered a nervous smile. 

“g-guess it is transmissible then, huh?” she asked, her lips feeling dry, chapped, sticking together easily. It wasn’t so bad, watching and feeling it happen, but it was scary all the same. She grunted a soft, low moan, still stroking her form as at last her balls and cock smoothed over entirely, leaving her with the same doll-like crotch as Rose. But the tingling didn’t stop there, nor at her smoothed-over breasts. Her own rear pucker was feeling tighter and tighter, like she was squeezing down around something. Rose was paying particular attention to Jade’s bottom, eyes wide. 

“Transmissible, and evolving…” she noted, grazing her thumb over Jade’s hole and pushing it in to test - It only slipped in halfway (with a grunt of rising pleasure from Jade) before it got pushed out entirely, leaving Jade’s entire lower body featureless and smooth, but incredibly sensitive. Jade was panting through her nose by now, and tried to open her mouth to stammer to Rose. She couldn’t. Her lips were stuck together, and it was even getting harder to move her tongue, feel any teeth, feel anything but all-encompassing nullifying pleasure. Rose smiled with a strange serenity and pressed her lips to Jade’s, moments before they smoothed away entirely. “A shame to lose such perfect lips, but alas.” she remarked.

Jade was too deeply aroused to panic about her transformation just yet, her eyes aching and begging for Rose to touch her, and the Seer complied. Soft kisses between the legs, between the cheeks, and across the featureless breasts got the Witch right to the teetering brink, and one more kiss where her lips had been brought her to a quivering, sourceless release, locking in the change. The Seer smiled - she still had lips and her seed-filled hole, she had the upper hand now. “I suppose you’re the one who’s my dolly now, aren’t you?” she asked in a lilting tone. 

“Well, this is a troubling development.”

Rose Lalonde had awakened feeling distinctly… off. It was hard to place exactly why or how, but something certainly felt off, with the disquieting sensation focused in her tenderest regions. She was a little more acutely aware of every touch - from her bedsheets to the underthings she slept in - and even the soles of her feet with each groggy step across the carpet to peer ponderously into the mirror. 

She stood there now, her camisole discarded and her panties shoved down around her thighs, letting her regard herself with a distrustful concern in her lavender eyes. A cursory glance at her chest showed that her nipples appeared to be vanishing before her eyes, the translucent, pale-white skin of the surrounding breast-tissue slowly spreading to smooth over the rosy-pink tips that usually adorned the Seer’s small, palm-sized mounds. She probed a fingertip at the freshly-paled skin and shivered from the touch. Still as sensitive as before, if not moreso, even as both of those rosy peaks vanished entirely, leaving her with a chest as smooth and featureless as a doll’s. She stroked her fingers along the smooth shape, gasping from how nice it felt. 

“A stark increase in breast sensitivity, but a marked lack of definition. Curious, I wonder what Herr Sigmund would think of this development. As for down below…” 

With one hand still holding her smooth, featureless breast, the other slid down her belly (which oddly felt just as sensitive as her chest) to dip between her legs and carefully insert a finger into her womanhood. As she suspected, it felt incredibly shallow - she barely made it to the second knuckle before bottoming out, and was only getting shallower by the moment. Yet even as it lost depth, it gained sensitivity, along with the rest of her body. The young Seer couldn’t help it, and lust won over the intense concern that she was losing all sexual traits. She sat back on her bed with a hand-mirror to let her watch with morbid enjoyment while she fingered what remained of her anatomy. She shuddered, dipping the half of a finger in and out of the smoothing, lightening folds until finally she was left frustrated and on the brink, rubbing at the barest remnants of a clit until even that faded away. A blend of emotions bubbled away inside the usually stoic Seer - frustration, fascination, curiosity, concern, and humiliation. She sighed and palmed at the smooth patch of flesh, shuddering but unable to fully reach satisfaction despite the erogenous-tenderness now distributed through the rest of her body.

That humiliation only worsened when the door to her room flew open and Jade bounded in, a bag of goodies in hand. Oh gods, Rose had forgotten she’d promised Jade they could spend time together today, and that the Witch could come by at her leisure. 

“rooooose, i brought some snacks and some movies and - ohmygoshimsosorry!!” said Jade, her eyes widening and her bag dropping to the floor as she gawked, open-mouthed and red-faced for a long moment before averting her gaze. Rose self-consciously covered her breasts for a moment, then sighed and uncrossed her arms. She sat on the corner of the bed, legs slightly splayed and displaying the lack of features without shyness. The Lalonde way was to greet humiliation with headstrong denial of its existence, when battles of oneupmanship were unavailable.

“Worry not, Jade. I now seem to have very little of which I should be ashamed. Treat my nudity as you would a doll’s, if it makes you feel more comfortable.” said the Seer in a flat tone meant to convey uncaring. “Come, would a hug soothe your concerns?”

“but… what happened to your… your everything?” asked Jade with confusion, nevertheless padding closer to take Rose up on the awkward, slightly clammy embrace. She could feel Rose shiver at even the slightest touch, and it made her arch a brow. She ran a hand slowly down Rose’s back, noting with interest that the blonde gasped and arched into the touch, a soft coo leaving black-painted lips despite Rose’s attempts to be stoic. 

“Ahh… th-they seem to have been… absorbed wholesale into the rest of my corpus, it would seem…” murmured the Light-player, her body growing flush from Jade’s touch. “If you could… do me a favour, Miss Harley, would you repeat that last motion? It made everything feel… particularly pleasant.” she added. 

Jade was a little worried about her friend, but… the reaction was undeniable - Rose was trying to rub her thighs together to stimulate things further, but it didn’t seem to be working out as well as she would like. The Witch nodded and rubbed her friend’s back once again, then slowly guided her to lay back on the bed, straddling atop her with her groin pressed against Rose’s, separated by skirt and panties. 

“so… all of you is as sensitive as your girly parts were before? well, you look and smell a little pent-up, maybe i can help!” she said. The Seer grew a little flustered, but nodded up at the girl above her. Jade’s soft fingers began to trail across Rose’s body, running down her arms, then across the soft swell of her featureless breasts, along her tummy, and even down her legs to her feet. She trailed down her body, then back up, watching the Lalonde girl get increasingly flustered with every moment of touch. Soon Rose was gasping, shuddering, on the very brink. Jade grinned brightly and leaned in, placing just a soft, wet kiss right on the girl’s navel, and Rose cried out in release. There were no organs to clench, no nipples to stiffen, only a cascading, full-body paroxysm of bliss that left her grasping at the sheets for support. She sank back, panting and sweaty, and looked up at her Space-inclined friend with hazy, pleased eyes and a genuine smile. 

http://tawamureru.deviantart.com/art/Tavros-Be-The-Bull-183033933

(I took some liberties, hope you’re pleased anon.)

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Location : Alternate timeline : T-F-stk : 472

Day 0…

 Aradia awoke in the morning with a soft yawn, forcing herself herself to sit up straight, her hair in more than a little bit of a frizzy mess, one might compare it to Feferi’s all consuming head, many actually have. Aradia then promptly staggered out of her bed to her on suite shower, discarding her black T-shirt which bore her symbol and Pajama bottoms as she stepped into the refreshing downpour, the troll girl letting out a relaxed sigh as the water cascaded down onto her grey skin.

Following her drying off after her shower, Aradia quickly got dressed in her usual attire, her black t-shirt and spooky skirt. After a quick twirl in front of the mirror Aradia sat in front of her TV eating a bowl of cereal, she had a package coming today, apparently someone had found a piece of memorabilia from her dancestor the infamous demoness known simply as… “The handmaid”, Breakfast eaten, Aradia continued to watch the TV, there wasn’t much on save propaganda for the trollian empire, But just when apathy and boredom set in…

*Knock knock knock*

A sound at the door, wait, could it be? A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed her hopes, the package was here, it had to be.

“I’m coming one second!” Aradia chimed out as she rushed to the door, yanking it open where stood a mailbot holding a package and a receipt pad, One signature later, Aradia brought the box inside with an excited giggle, she’d heard so much from stories and books about the woman. Apparently she was a time traveler who caused all kinds of wars and suffering throughout trollian history.

Her excitement reaching a boiling point Aradia opens the box, gasping at the content, it couldn’t be… There was no way that they could have acquired “THAT” piece of memorabilia, but there it was, the handmaid’s emerald qipao dress, it was beautiful. Aradia lifting the clothing out of the box with a wide smile.

“Oh my goodness it’s pretty!” Aradia exclaimed happily, barely noticing a small green flash leaping to her finger as she held the dress up in the air before hugging it close to her chest. “This is so cool, i still can’t believe they found this for me, and i scoured half of alternia for just that photograph.” Aradia says to herself holding that dress for a little longer.

That step closer to completing a chapter in her life complete, Aradia re-boxes the dress having neatly folded it of course, she couldn’t bare to damage the beautiful thing, even if it was far too large for her to wear, maybe one day however. Following this moment of completionism, Aradia decided that she would call it a day, it was a little early but she doubted she would get to sleep easily with all that rushing around inside her.

Despite those concerns however, Aradia soon found herself drifting off, unaware of what was in store.

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Day 1…

Aradia woke up with a yawn, lazed for a good few minutes as she groaned slightly, what hit her, she felt like she’d been thrown around by her own psionics all night, she hadn’t been doing that in her sleep had she? Those thoughts aside Aradia forced herself into a sitting position and out of bed, undressing as she made her way to her shower to wake up properly.

Today’s morning shower complete, Aradia dried herself off in her bathroom, humming as she does as she rubbed herself dry, pausing as she noticed something in the mirror, her horns, the looked larger, they didn’t feel larger… Did they? She couldn’t tell, running her hands along the numb orange and yellow growths she ponders.

“Maybe I had a growth spurt while i was sleeping…” Thinking for a moment. “It could explain why I was so groggy.” She continues to ponder but quickly shrugs it off. As she continues her day, getting dressed and heading down for some breakfast, she had a busy day today, a lot of caves to explore she thought as she downed the most important meal of the day, grabbing her whip before heading outside to the caves.

[One long day’s worth of spelunking later]

“Uuuurgh…” Aradia groaned as she staggered through the front door exhausted. Why did she have to go down the right hand side tunnel, she was lost for what felt like forever because of that, well, it was good exercise at least she thought to herself, Aradia deciding that she couldn’t be bothered with dinner as she staggered off to her room before flopping face first on her bed and falling asleep.

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Day 2…

Aradia felt surprisingly well this morning, even if she was still in her clothes and her bed was a mess, why didn’t she at least get into her PJs first?

“Ah well water under bridge… the bridge.” She sighed, she’s missing words when she’s just woken up now, well that’s hardly good. Come to think of it she didn’t notice that she had missed the word “the” at first, ah well, she was sure a shower would fix her right up when she went through her routine. Pushing herself out of bed she grumbled.

“I really am going to have to wash those clothes today.” she grumbled out as she stripped off climbing into the shower, smiling as the water hit her grey skin, it felt soothing, relaxing, nice… Everything that she needed in the morning for her. Shower over she went to the mirror again, to check on her horns only to be even more startled this time when compared to before, her face… it was… slightly different than it was before.

Other than her horns looking like that of a more mature troll her face seemed to have also matured, the previously soft look she had on her features was diminished, her face looking thinner, a little more angular and more womanly in appearance, heck even her lips were larger than they were when she went to sleep, she was sure of it.

“This so strange… Is, this IS so strange.” Aradia correcting herself again as she ran her fingers over her puffed out lips, well, strangeness aside, it felt kind of fun to run her fingers over her lips, they tickled a little, maybe they were more sensitive, perhaps this was late puberty changes she was unaware of. She didn’t really know but as disconcerting as it was, she strangely didn’t seem to mind too much.

“Ah well, it’s probably nothing.” She reassured herself, she smiled as bright as she always does as she goes to get dressed, pulling out some spare clothes as she gathers up her clothing from the other day, today’s a good enough day as any to get the laundry done. Aradia humming happily as she carried the clothes, that and the wash basket with her other clothing down to her laundry room.

The laundry set away Aradia fixed herself something to eat, sitting down in front of the TV. Aradia’s day went by quickly and lazily save for hanging out the laundry to dry followed by bringing it back in later. The TV was much of the same as the other day, propaganda for the empire, as normal… At least she had some ghost movies to watch, they always kept her invested.

A day mostly wasted save getting the laundry done later and Aradia with a yawn makes her way to her room to sleep, running a hand over her face she worried a little that tomorrow would bring more changes, hopefully not but maybe it was just late puberty, that happens sometimes, right?

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Day 3…

Aradia woke up with cold toes and her clothes feeling… tight especially around her calves and forearms. Did her clothes shrink in the wash, that’s the only thing she could think of off of the top of her head. Sitting with with a yawn she forced herself out of bed, with a sleepy yawn she began to strip off…

She began to strip off…

“いい加減にして… Stupid Clothes…” She grumbled to herself unaware she spoke in eastern beforian, passing it off as “grumping noises” She does that sometimes when frustrated. As she struggled out of her pajamas, why were they so tight, some effort aside she finally managed to pry the fabric off her of body, frowning Aradia picks up and throwing away the clothing in frustration as she heads for a shower.

Aradia found the shower as relaxing as usual, absent mindedly sighing and humming to herself as she freshens up for the morning, stepping out the shower reaching for a towel as she dries herself as she continues her daily routine, pausing before the mirror she didn’t even notice she was taller, not much, but a noticeable amount. Looking deep in the mirror Aradia paused for a moment.

“You know what… これがどのように見えるか見てみましょう … What was that gibberish? Whatever, let’s how how my hair looks like… this…” Aradia says to herself as she folds her long hair up at the back into a manageable tight bun, two long thick locks of hair resting along her front.

“Hmm, suits me…” Aradia deciding that she would try her hair in this new style for the foreseeable future, it seemed to suit her.

The rest of the day for Aradia went somewhat uneventfully, she couldn’t however shake the feeling that something was off, especially with all the gibberish that she kept spouting here and there when she spoke, she wondered if she was sick maybe? That was unlikely, a trip to the doctors didn’t reveal anything out of the ordinary, clean bill of health for a young troll woman like herself, so nerves calmed she headed home and went to bed.

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Day 4…

“ -yawning- … 今日はとても良い気分です。” Aradia exclaimed as she woke up today as she threw off the covers, looking down surprised rather  than shocked at her assets, did they seem… bigger? No they had always been that size. Aradia concluded cupping her breasts. Truth be told her curves had grown, hips, rear… hell her breasts went up a full cup size.

Aradia, naked, makes her way for her regular morning shower, styling her hair into a bun again like the previous day afterward, she liked the style, she is definitely going to keep doing it. Aradia, clad only in a dressing gown sighs, she needs some new clothes, she’s hasn’t ordered new clothes in a very long time, so she’s probably long overdue a new wardrobe.

The Megido opened up her laptop, opening a shopping sight, browsing plenty before buying, shame it was phone order but that was hardly something to worry about, she can handle that, it’s just the phone what’s the worst that could happen.

*Dialing*

*Dialing*

*Click*

“Hello, this is the trolliza clothing delivery line how can I help you?”

“こんにちは, I was wondering about buying some かわいい服.” Aradia chimes back over the phone, partially aware she was developing a language barrier, she had always had that problem, hadn’t she?

“Um… didn’t catch that miss.”

“Oh, ごめんなさい , Um… Orders 139, 140 and 336 through to 158?” Aradia replied with a little frustration.

“Ah, got that, short skirts, dresses, symbol’d t-shirt and a lot of other stuff it seems…” The clerk on the other end mutters to themselves.

“You sound pretty cute you know.”

“I.. um… thanks, heh, I see Okay, Um… Can you send us a picture over so we can get your um… sizes?”

“ああなるほど。That’s fine.” Aradia replies taking a photo of herself in the mirror, covered up of course she’s not a nudist, well, not when ordering clothes.

“Okay… receiving and… [silence]”

“Um… you okay?”

“Sorry, just… well… nice photos miss… and the sizes?”

Aradia replied to the clerk over the phone finishing with. “You know, sizes for a 大きな湯たんぽ “

“I didn’t catch that but… i’ll include some for… larger sizes as well if that’s okay?”

“ 知りませんでした you did future proofing, thank you.” Aradia quite happy with the results Aradia finishes the order with the young cute sounding clerk, very grateful that they included some larger versions of their items for when she was older, Alternian clothes as many know are highly durable and enduring, that order will be the last one she’ll need to make for a VERY long time.

Aradia satisfied looked at herself in the mirror again thinking to herself she could totally go naked and flirt with anyone if she wanted, the thought of such actions causing her to giggle a little, she wasn’t a tramp, well… not that much of a one, she did get those thoughts occasionally but she had always assumed that was just genetics.

Aradia mind filled with some… not wholesome thoughts banishes said thoughts to get another pleasant night sleep.

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Day 5…

Aradia woke up, she felt a little heavy, what was going on with her recently, yawning she sits up straight  slowly, her chest fighting against her efforts as she did so, the Megido looking down at her bosom, mouth dropping slightly.

“… 何 ?“ Aradia exclaims to herself as she looks down at her body, there was no question she was bigger than a few days ago, if not overnight, he clothes were NOT fitting her and there was a reason, late puberty didn’t work like this, it couldn’t work like this, she’d never heard of “This” happening to anyone..

“何が起こっている？” Aradia asked herself then realized…wait, she was speaking gibberish again. “ 私は何を言っているのですか “ Aradia panicked a little, she was speaking a language not gibberish, this was a language it had to be but… she didn’t know what she was saying, but… it was coming out of her mouth naturally. What was happening…

Aradia, preoccupied with the worrying about her vocal noises was unaware that she was holding and now groping her chest, a blush growing across her features as she let out a soft moan, Realizing what she was doing she gasped.

“ 私は何をやっている！それは…ですか？ 私ですか？ …” Aradia trying to rationalize what she was doing, why was she doing this, it felt… it felt… “ 良い〜 “ Aradia shrugging off these, thoughts, these… feelings. She still had things to get done today, she needed to harvest some vegetables from her garden, but she still needed to wait for her clothes to arrive before anything.

Groaning in frustration and embarrassment at herself she heads for a shower, trying to ignore her body and inner voice reminding her of many various lewd things. The shower… helped well, it helped a little, it didn’t help her body, but her mind seemed to calm down as she heard a knock at the door, that must be the clothes she ordered, thank goodness.

“ 配達少年が暑いのだろうか？ “ She asks herself before shaking the thoughts off, she needed to keep a firm dog collar like grip on… oh no she was doing it again. Opening the door in her dressing gown she was filled with relief, it was a delivery bot, not a cute young man who…

“ 畜生 ! “ Aradia cursed to herself as she brought the boxes of clothing inside her hive. Aradia sitting down soon afterwards, okay… she thought to herself, she didn’t know what she was saying, her mind was filled with an ever increasing perverted thoughts and she had physically matured rapidly…

Hell she was even contemplating taking up smoking to cope with all this stress… wait, no she was repulsed by the thought of smoking, even more so than that of the perverted thoughts, at least those weren’t lethal to her.

The rest of the day for Aradia didn’t pass easily, the thoughts, the stimulation and distraction were enough to drive Aradia to near perverted madness, but against all the odds, despite some… mild touching to take her mind off those thoughts and easing her urges, she found herself in bed in some new PJs slowly drifting off to sleep.

The powers that be only knew what was in the future for her at this point.

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Day 6…

“< Urgh… why do I still feel so hot? >” Aradia asked herself.

“< Wait… I… I know what i’m saying, fantastic! >” Aradia cheered for herself in this foreign tongue that had replaced her own, it was a step in the right direction towards getting this fixed, but… then again, she had always been like this hadn’t she, well, deep down maybe, like a fragment inside her that was growing outward, merging with her. Well, she had best freshen up hadn’t she.

“< Mmmh~ >” Aradia moaned to herself in the shower, her body had grown a little larger again since yesterday, her breasts easily borderline F cups at this point, her roof growing closer and closer to the top of her head, but hitting it was unlikely. Aradia groping and molesting her body, fingers inside her maroon nook, easing away at the feelings and thoughts she was experiencing.

Aradia once… relaxed by all meanings of the word by her shower, got dressed after doing her hair up into a bun, finding it a little difficult to get done with all the thoughts she decides it’s a little easier to stick some hair needles into the bun to hold it in place. “< Looks pretty cute… >” She thought to herself as she continued to get dressed. The Megido donning a buttoned up black shirt with her symbol and a red short skirt, it looked… almost like a school girl’s outfit, she questioned her purchase at first but soon shrugged off the buyer’s remorse.

“< I look pretty hot in this~ >” Aradia commented, running her hands over her body, her thick lips curled up into a perverted smile. Thinking back on her time in the shower earlier she concluded that she would need something… “More” in order to handle the situation. So Aradia had to head out to… That store, the adult store, the one where one can buy… to put it in Aradia’s mental voice: “< Those wonderful pleasure devices~> “.

One trip later, an increase in her mortification with herself for doing these things and something large thick and usable, Aradia decides that… she can’t… She just can’t deal with all this, even if it feels good, even if she wants to so badly and just the thought about it makes her wet, she just can’t… She… She should just go to bed and try and get some sleep, hopefully tomorrow will be better for her, right?

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Day 7

 Aradia woke up gently, standing once out of bed she stretched her arms up in the air and let out a loud yawn, her body had changed, possibly even maxed out to it full potential, the body of a mature maroon blood troll woman, more so specifically that of the infamous handmaid combined with the perverted shadow of the demoness’ alternate self, Damara.

Aradia, standing at a height of around near seven feet, her body like that of a thick toned woman, with hips, curves and features which could cause a heart attack. “< Feel… horny… this morning. >” Aradia thought to herself, the young woman turned mature lady smiled to herself, she was right to have gone out to the store and bought that present to herself yesterday… She was going to get so much use out of it…

Aradia’s morning following that thought consisted of her stripping off, fetching the toy and promptly beginning to pleasure herself in the shower, the troll lady moaning loudly as she rolled her hips, moaning and touching herself, calling out in that language from the east as she continued. Aradia continued to thrust the toy deep into her maroon folds, touching her body, her wonderful rump, her succulent breasts, running her hands over her toned tummy, all the while thrusting that thick toy deep into her ever hungry nook.

With only breaks for food, that’s how Aradia’s day went, her plans for cave spelunking still technically valid, she was exploring a cave, a cave inside herself filled with pleasure instead of treasure. A reasonable exchange if ever there was one.

Aradia deciding that after lunch she would hit the town, go around and collect some shopping, dressing in the same clothing as yesterday, save undergarments of course, sticking the toy deep into her folds as it buzzed away merrily as she got on with her trip, many trolls looked at this woman, she was gorgeous after all, some even having thoughts, hints at what Aradia was doing but, there was no way someone was that much a perverted slut, there couldn’t be… could there?

Aradia’s remainder of the day was… well… let’s just say one that shook her body to the core at her own choice, of course. Instead of falling asleep, she passed out after climaxing in her bed, drifting off the a pink haze which gave her more than pleasant dreams that night.

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Day 8… Late afternoon.

[Buzz Buzz]

Sollux looked at his phone, AA was messaging him, hmm, been a while since he’d last heard from her which wasn’t uncommon depending on what time of the year it was.

AA : sollux~

TA : AA where have you been no one ha2 2een you iin liike a week.

AA : ive been busy you arent busy are you~?

TA : well not at the moment, why, you coming over?

AA : actually yes~

AA : im outside the front door, unlock it for me would you~

TA : UUURGH fine.

[beep]

Sollux groaned closing his phone up, typical Aradia, dropping in out the blue this was probably the second time she’d done this actually, heh, one could call it a double situation…

“That was lame.” Sollux groaned, that wasn’t one of his better double jokes. Unlocking the door for Aradia before pulling it open.

“Okay AA the door’s… um…” As sollux looked out the door. There was someone standing there, wearing a very Elegant green dress, someone who almost caused the Captor to have a nosebleed and a heart attack like in those eastern cartoons and comics.

“H-Hey…” she greets the woman, the woman in question easily near a quarter taller than him, sollux’s chin only at boob height on this woman, Sollux’s mind raced as she spoke in a tongue that he couldn’t quite understand. But she looked so familiar… It couldn’t be… No way… Sollux couldn’t even muster much of a response as the woman looked down at him smiling brightly at Sollux.

“A….A….?” Sollux manages to stammer out.

“ あなたと私はベッドブレークまで、ファック行くハニー男の子。” Sollux hears from Aradia as winks before picking him up carrying him inside his house, Though he could hardly understand what she said, it both scared and aroused him.

…

Two hours later, Sollux and Aradia were half under the sheets, The Mustard blooded troll resting on the naked Aradia who easily dwarfed him size wise, Aradia moaning and  whispering lewd comments as Sollux snuggled against her, the pair of them naked and covered in sweat. This was the beginning of a whole new chapter in their relationship…

And Just like…

That particular timeline closed off, seemingly as though there was some sort of temporal or demonic shenanigans from the Megido preventing a sequel, maybe a spin off eventually. But it seems that Aradia and Sollux are going to have a lot of alone time together~.

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 It was the night before Christmas, most trolls would be asleep but this wasn’t most trolls, this was Vriska Serket and to be honest she wasn’t the most festive trolls especially in that large Serket castle she lives in, the floor and walls more than a little caked in the shattered remains of 8 balls and various blue fluids originating from said 8 balls. But as far as Christmas is concerned she’s more of a taker than a gift giver that much is certain.

  The Serket on this festive night had neglected one of the most traditional traditions there was, the cutting down and mounting of a pine tree in her home. Well… let’s just say the spirit of Christmas was more than a little displeased by that very scrooge like sentiment that the Serket possessed and strives to force her to generate some festive cheer, even if it was at her expense. 

 The following morning Vriska awoke on Christmas day, staggered to her kitchen to fix herself some breakfast and wake up properly, when she was met with a sudden stoppage. About mid point in her travel through her lounge  she found herself unable to proceed. 

 Vriska upon looking down would initially feel a sense of confusion and numbness from her feet, her feet… wouldn’t move no matter how much she struggled or wriggled. Her feet were planted and being shifting, her shoes merging and forming together into a bowl like structure, the footwear hardening into something akin to ceramic. 

 Following the changes  to her shoes, her feet, still trapped began to alter, her legs thinning and turning darker, her skin rougher, her arms soon following suit as her her body became rougher and thinner much to her protests and profanity. Vriska’s senses in a spiral as she felt herself growing more numb by the second.

 Vriska’s protests silencing as her facial features receded into the rough dark texture covering her borderline stick like body, her mind in a panic as she loses all sensation in her form. This complete loss of sensation was however, brief as vriska felt where her hips upward used to be explode outward in a cone like pattern, like thousands of little fingers covered in pleasant prickles.

 To anyone looking at Vriska at this point, they would see little more than a cerulean pine tree in a pot, however, the mysterious Christmas spirits weren’t finished with vriska yet. The Serkets tattered and discarded clothes began to turn shiny as they stretched out, wrapping around her tree body as tinsel.> Remaining fabric hardening and hanging from the Serket’s many branches, decorating the Serket tree quite nicely, this decoration was topped over by a little blue fairy atop the tree which had a stark resemblance to vriska prior to her change

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