Yami groaned as she sat up. However, upon recalling her dream, she grinned widely. She, and eleven others, had been gathered by Sors Nepellus, a goddess of unimaginable power, all to participate in a tournament unlike any other. At least, that's what the goddess told them, Yami thought and stood, heading to her bookshelf, where her deck sat alongside her mat. Through her eyes she could see the aura of power radiating from them, each one now imbued with the strength of the Goddess, if only an insignificant fraction. Yami reached up and lifted her deck, her grin widening further in anticipation, only to shrink at the sight of her top card; an average looking, American woman. She had expected a highly sexualised appearance, given Sors Nepellus's direct involvement.
"That's easily changed though." She giggled aloud, unlike her, as she was usually calm and calculating, however the event had her in a good mood. As Yami began to speak once more, a flash of light stopped her. Once she could see again, Yami spied a letter on her game mat, the paper glowing faintly with the Goddess's power. She put her deck back and checked it, reading with a disdainful look on her face. Would you like to be separate from your creature? Yes or No? It asked, to which Yami sighed.
She circled the yes option, upon which the letter vanished. You've really gotten soft, Sors Nepellus, Yami thought before continuing with her original intention, once again lifting her deck. Almost as soon as she held it, Yami began to mutter words, unlike anything written, spoken or heard by the human race, as she did so, the streaks of colour in her hair began to glow, brighter and brighter until it outmatched the sun shining behind her curtains. When the glow faded, Yami sighed happily as she looked at the card, now depicting a voluptuous young woman, with breasts as big as her head and an ass to die for. Pleased, Yami laid out her mat and chose a card from her deck, instantly feeling the transformation take hold.
Yami felt her oversized, white shirt tighten around her chest. The cloth was long enough on her thin frame that it could act as a skirt, however, as her breasts grew and she widened, the shirt soon revealed her smooth stomach. Next her tight jeans soon became uncomfortable, almost painful, as her rear expanded as well, her hips widening in sync with her other growths. A mild burning sensation hit her face as she felt her Asian features being altered, something she forgot about and quickly spoke once more in the unknown language, the changes to her nationality halting, however her skin quickly became smooth and her eyes framed by thick lashes. Her hair remained the same as always; a curtain of black with locks of various colours running through it.
When the transformation was done, Yami felt her pussy boiling with desire. Not that she minded at all, as she let her hands traverse her new body, feeling her naked, baby smooth skin against her fingers. She ran her hands across her new ass, her jeans having been forced off, and moaned at the sensation of her fingers sinking into the soft expanse, the flesh firm yet soft, like a mix of solid muscle and jelly. While it wasn't as large as the first card she had seen, it was a vast improvement over her previous size, same to her breasts and hips. Yami knew better than to choose a card with the otherworldly endowments she had granted them, lest she be caught by Sors, and thus she had left one card free of change; the only one with a figure any model would die for. Yami couldn't help her vanity as she strolled out of her room to the family's bathroom.
At least, they thought she was their family. The two who owned the house, and their real daughter were all under a spell cast by Yami, believing the Japanese girl to be of their flesh and blood, even now, if they saw her new form, they wouldn't think anything of it, thinking that it was how she had always been since turning eighteen. Yami pouted her new, full lips at herself in the mirror, knowing any straight man, or lesbian, who saw her would lust after her. She even took off her shirt, now several sizes too small on her longer torso and much larger breasts, now G cups, and pushed her tits together. They were perfect, soft to the touch, but firm to the appearance while standing proud on her chest. Yami couldn't hold back the grin on her face as she put the too small shirt back on.
It had been a long time since she had possessed such a figure. Having indulged herself long enough, Yami returned to her room, bumping into her 'younger sister' who grinned stupidly having felt her 'siblings' large breast on her arm. Yami gave her a slight grin as normal, and went back to her room. Once there she locked the door and reached to the top of the bookshelf, finding her spare deck and playmat. She had been preparing for this tournament a long time, mastering the game and waiting for when this day came, fulling intending to master her new deck. Before she began, Yami read each ability carefully, making sure they remained ingrained in her memory, before beginning. Her cards, though uninteresting in appearance, compared to what she had expected, were armed with high power levels and strong abilities. A fair trade, but Yami didn't care about fairness.
When she had altered the card appearances, she had also powered them up. Each card retained the same skull count however, despite their overpowered abilities, each card with a count of 6 or lower more than powerful enough to be considered an ace card. She placed each mat against the other, and began. Yami had no friends, and she couldn't risk asking her 'sister' to play against her, since the constant transformations Yami would no doubt go through, might weaken, or even break, the spell she had crafted. As such, she played against herself. It was perfectly fair, since Voluptus Ludum didn't make the contents of a player's hand such a valuable thing to know, as it didn't change the play style, though it would allow those who saw it to formulate counter strategies. Yami's deck however, was centred on this, with her card effects focusing on forcing her opponent to discard cards of her choosing. They were often allowed to draw to replace it, but that was of no concern.
Yami began to play, bracing herself for the first transformation. She played her first creature, one far more endowed in the chest area than her current form, and had to bite her lip to prevent her moan of pleasure from escaping. She felt her shirt rise higher as her chest pushed it up and out, until the cloth couldn't even cover the bottoms of her breasts. Her rear expanded as well, however the change was minimal and would have gone unnoticed, were it not for her pants, already at their limit, beginning to tear loudly. Yami sighed in discomfort, pleasure and frustration all at once, standing and stripping herself of her clothing, revealing her body to any who could see, though no one but she could. Now free of her constricting clothes, Yami returned her attention to the game.
As she continued however, and played creature upon creature, Yami could hardly control herself. Her pussy was aflame, her juices running down her thighs or dripping to the floor. She adjusted her position in an attempt to fend off the encroaching lust, but it did nothing, if anything the actions made it worse, as her always voluptuous breasts bounced around, the air alone enough to stimulate her. Yami, despite her power, knew she couldn't alter the cards any further, for fear Sors Nepellus would discover her. She continued to play, her hands shaking with the need to sate her building desire, her mind constantly imagining how it would feel to have her cards come to life and pleasure her. Eventually it became too much.
Yami let herself lay back down. Her breath coming in deep pants as her hands ran over her current form, hefting her large, heavy breasts in her hands and finding her erect nipples, pulling on them with her thumb and forefinger. Her moans came in low, sounding half hearted. Her mind refused to fully give into her own lust, however her hands moved on, running over her taut stomach and to her pussy, the lips engorged and moist with arousal. Yami was unable to hold back a loud moan as she pressed against her clit, the nub poking a full inch from its hood, twitching in desire, something Yami couldn't resist. Her left hand returned to her breast, groping herself and stimulating her large nipples, while her right stayed at her pussy.
With her lust raging out of control, Yami finally gave in. She let her body do as it desired, her right hands fingers lightly digging into her dripping pussy, the thumb remaining free as it all but latched onto her clit, rubbing the sensitive button with lustful abandon. As she closed her eyes to let the pleasure roll over her, Yami felt something wet on her other hand, the fluid warm and sticky. She looked down in surprise and saw milk leaking from her nipples, the liquid thick enough to resemble cream. She didn't question it however, and simply let her body do as it needed, pinching on the lactating nipple to release a powerful spray, launching her milk into the air to fall on her. Yami unconsciously let her mouth open as a drop landed in it, her moans increasing at the taste.
As she tried to taste more, she felt her body heating up further. It wasn't the same as the build up to an orgasm, however it was similar, as if her body was becoming more and more sensitive in its need to cum. Yami grinned through her pleasure, noting the potential weapon she possessed, before crying out suddenly as she gave a particularly strong tug on her nipple, the other now throbbing with need. She switched her hands around, using her right to milk her much fuller breast, while the other, still coated in her milk, forced three of her digits into her pussy, while her thumb and forefinger reached to her clit, treating it as she would her nipples. Yami felt the pressure building within her body, her juices flowing fast and heavy from her pussy.
Like a crescendo, Yami's pleasure continued to rise. Both of her breasts expressed milk constantly, though the unattended left tit only leaked an unending stream, while her right gushed powerfully, dousing herself and her floor in the cream. She had abandoned her clit, now seeking to stretch her tight hole, adding a fourth finger to her cunt, the thumb soon joining it with ease. Yami had made her pussy perfect a long time ago, making it able to stretch however much was necessary, but remain tight as if it belonged to a nun. This showed as she struggled to push her fist inside, followed by the wrist, her walls clenching tight around the invader. As the pleasure increased, Yami's moans turned to cries.
