"Why are you asking me? You're the Collector, I'm just an innocent bystander." The succubus rubbed her temples just below her dark green horns, her wings moving in agitated flaps and knocking her blankets off. "Aarg! See if there's a sub-menu under my name and a way to, I don't know, uncheck my box or something."
"What?"
"A sub-menu..." Diane shot a frustrated and puzzled glare at Honoka. "You know, like how certain areas of a Status are hidden until you unlock them? Dr. Kong's well-known lectures on how the initial Status screen is just an overview? There are whole Tube-U-R channels dedicated to helping people do this, didn't you practice any of this since the Change?"
"Yes!" Honoka said defensively, looking away. "I mean, I haven't tried in a couple of years, nothing before, so I kinda gave up." Figuring it was better to just do it, the young woman pulled up her Status and focused her mind on Diane's entry in her Collection list. After a few seconds, the main Status menu blurred and a unique window appeared on top.
"Well?" Diane asked, impatiently.
"I think this is your Status."
"What?" The succubus looked angry, but she pushed it down. "Prove it."
"188 pounds? (85.3 kg)" Honoka said with a bit of mischief.
Diane ground her teeth. "Its the wings and tail. Anything else?"
Honoka spent a few minutes trying to unlock other parts in Diane's menu but couldn't find anything, ending by shaking her head negatively. Mentally relaxing and letting the Status fade, she shrugged, quieting both women as they reasoned it out.
"I thought you were older than me," Honoka said, gazing up at Diane and trying not to think she failed again. "You come off so mature and you even look...I don't know, both old and young at the same time?"
"I get that from people, guess my...history forced me to mature rapidly. The ageless thing is part of the succubus package." Suddenly Diane slapped both her cheeks with a loud clap, startling Honoka, who squeaked and lost her blankets. "No helping it, looks like I'm taking these lemons, making them combustible, then burning Life's house down. If this is what my life is going to become, better to see how it all works. Give that slider thing a try in your Allocation menu, but let's keep it small until we find out what happens."
Honoka smiled, she liked that game too. Pulling up her Status again, she found a headache blooming from the strain. It took an effort to get the screen to appear and it felt like mental juggling to keep it up while attempting to interact with it. Scrolling to the bottom, she studied the...she called it a slider bar because it looked like a parameter dial from one of her CAD programs. It seemed straightforward enough. Currently, it was at 0%, so if the architect put her mental focus on it and moved it to, say, 10%...
It jumped to 100%.
"Oops." Honoka's eyes widened, locking eyes with Diane.
"What do yooooOH!" Diane lurched forward onto her hands, her eyes bulging and back arched as her wings retracted then shrunk into her, disappearing entirely along with her tail and horns. Her body lost some inches in height with the sound of creaking and snapping bones, her face twisting in discomfort but not obvious pain as she transformed into a face still recognizable as Diane yet without the stunning beauty. Other, more drastic changes happened to her curves, her breasts under her shirt deflated like leaky tires, her hips losing their luscious booty shape enough the waistband of her pants slipped down. Even her fitness model figure was affected as all over muscle fibers writhed and lost volume under her pale skin, leaving the woman without the feminine definition and strength she retained moments ago.
Honoka became so distracted she didn't notice her own changes until a stabbing pain in her back brought it to her urgent attention. Trying to look or reach around, it was too late when a loud tearing sound announcing purple bat wings cutting through the back of her shirt, stretching out and completely unfurling in the air, triumphant to be free. Horns sprouted out the back of her head and curled around to her temples while a tail snaked between her cheeks and down her right leg, following the path of least resistance. Honoka tried to grab everything at once, the sensation of gaining alien and
sensitive
limbs turning her on, and she felt herself harden underneath the sweatpants for a few seconds before the Beast started retreated. The previously massive penis folded into Honoka's lower abdomen and left a blessed emptiness behind.
"It's gone!" Honoka shouted in joy, grabbing her crouch as if waking from a long dream. This was a mistake, as her womanhood, with clitoris returned, was extremely aroused and even through the thick wool of the sweats, it felt like she'd been reading smutty novels all day and only now was she doing something about it. Shoving her left hand into her pants, the transforming woman let instincts she didn't possess moments ago guide her fingers in and hooked upward towards the perfect position, jilling herself with skill and forceful need the inexperienced woman never knew, her right hand coming up under her shirt and pinching a turgid nipple hard, earning a jolt between the two erogenous zones.
Losing herself to sensation and need, Honoka hardly noticed her bones and muscles realigning themselves throughout her body, stretching her skin with the same sound taut leather makes when pulled tighter. Her hips pulsed, each heartbeat bringing more bountiful jiggle, her glutes doubling and then tripling in size as they pushed the seated woman upward. At the same time, she gained inches of height, mostly in her legs. While she rose into the air, her face restructured into a more symmetrical and otherworldly beautiful face, as if the natural features of her mixed heritage were emphasized, taking Honoka from a unique but mousy woman into the realm of Drop Dead Delicious. Her lips plumped, her tongue doubled in length, her eyes changed from cobalt blue to amethyst purple. But these transformations were taking second place to what she felt in her right hand as her breasts began to grow.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" Over a decade of inferiority complex came tumbling down as nonexistent breasts inflated into actual boobs. It was like filling a water balloon slowly with boiling water, kneading movements bringing more and more volume to them as the heat of what grew inside overwhelmed her senses. Honoka wished she had three hands so she could grab both of them in her hands and smash them together, a primal need to prove she was a WOMAN at last as they grew from tiny crab apples to large citrus in moments. When they stopped, looking down the hole of her shirt and seeing black breasts absolutely mauled by her right hand as it tried to explore every scrap of new flesh, she was a little sad they weren't any bigger, but who was she kidding she finally developed breasts! Firm, erotic, actual breasts.
"Oh, my Go—Honoka?"
The recently transformed succubus wasn't listening, her eyes closed as the final stage took over and she felt her skin tighten more and become incredibly smooth while a few muscles in all the right places grew, expanding out with an intoxicating feeling of power, stretching the arms of her shirt and pushing her waistband up as her hips and butt filled out even more. It wasn't a huge change, but it was enough to make the masturbating woman feel confident and powerful, feelings she never experienced before. She smiled at it all and licked her lips, a ravishing hunger settling over her.
"Honoka, I need you to listen to me." Honoka paused and looked down, the change in perspective pleasing to her as she slowed but still continued to finger herself. Diane knelt in front of her, too-large clothing hanging off a girl barely old enough to be out of high school and probably not going to win any beauty contests at the moment. Her red hair, formally wavy and vibrant, was now frizzy and dull. Her eyes were brown and looked too large on her face. Her freckled skin, before so enticing, only made her look muddy now, small button nose and a narrow jaw with teeth in need of an orthodontist. The rest of her looked, to Honoka, just small. But there was also a glowing navy blue light around her, smelling to Honoka's new senses like the most delicious food and she was
hungry.
Honoka smiled wider, something taking over in her brain, and she leaned forward, unfamiliar powers reaching out and increasing the light around Diane, like putting gasoline on a tiny fire. The aura blazed and Diane moaned in heat even as she tried to crawl away.
