Stacked Against Short Odds

Daria Darrowcleft read the number several times while waiting for any reaction from Eris. The strange creature seemed to have joined the rest of the inn at their game of statuary for a moment. Then, suddenly, she sprang to life again and announced the outcome.

"12! How lovely!" the mismatched being cackled exuberantly. "Oh, we're going to have such fun together, my dear Fluttershy!"

You feel a tugging at the sides of your head. Something unfelt is pulling gently on the tips of your round, Dwarvish ears. Meanwhile, your skin starts to tingle on the tip of your nose and the sensation rapidly washes over the rest of you, down to the tips of your toes. You look down and see that your hands are starting to change color. Brightening, lightening, becoming a smooth and buttery shade of yellow. Something tickles your face. Your rusty-brown hair is pouring out over your shoulders, down and down until it hangs below your seat. The gentle pressure on your ears is now the alien feeling of them sliding upwards, away from your face and further up towards the top of your head. You can feel their opening widen, and very fine bristles of soft fuzz and fluff begin to line them inside and out. They twitch involuntarily, a big motion for a part of your body that's never been particularly mobile before. You realize the muscles that anchor them are steerable, and you flex your new and larger ears experimentally.

The world turns emerald-turquoise for but a moment, and you recall the eye color of the illusory pony that Eris showed you earlier. As the inn returns to its normal range of hues, you understand that your own eyes probably haven't and are now the same intermediate shade you remember belonging to the pony named 'Fluttershy.' You blink, and your eyelids feel like they're pushing and pulling more weight than usual. Reaching up with one of your dainty, yellow hands, your fingertips gently brush against thick, rich black lashes that rim your eyes, more plush than you've ever had before.

There's a twitching of your back muscles, spasming almost painfully. Something is shifting underneath your skin, around the shoulders. You experience a horrifying moment of confusion as two new limbs sprout from behind, pulling and pushing and twisting and swelling as they grow outward, bending in places, then flailing uncontrollably. Muscles and tendons stretch and reshape themselves to wrap the bony framework beneath, and your new skin becomes innervated just as it also starts to sprout stiff shafts all over. All of this is happening below your top, but as the feathers start to form and fluff you realize you're growing a pair of small wings. When the growth is over, they relax into a resting position hugged tightly to your back beneath the fabric of your shirt, instantly insulating you with their warm, downy covering.

It's about this time that you start to feel another pressure on your back, way lower. You take your new, yellow hands and tug down at the waistband of your skirt. There's a bump you feel at the top of your butt, a hard and swelling lump. As you're probing gently with your fingers, it pushes further out, and further, then suddenly the pressure is relieved as the lump sprouts into a long, thin tail extended from the lowest part of your spine and out into the air of the very still and silent inn. Immediately it feels stubbly, then soft like a paintbrush over its entire length, then it becomes increasingly heavy as brown hairs grow out at a phenomenal rate, at least as fast as the long and soft hairs on your head did. They soon start to touch the planks of the floor and pile up, at the same time your new tail starts to pull itself upwards towards your back. The weight of the absolutely massive amount of hair bends it into a gentle arc, and still the tip of it collects on the ground behind you. You grab some of the incredible length of tail-hair and bring it up to examine more closely, and as you do both your new tail and your scalp tingle just as your face and body did a moment ago. All the dark, reddish-brown hair in your hand as well as hanging from your head lighten and brighten into a pink color. A carnation pink, just like the mane and tail of the yellow pony Eris showed you before.

The first sounds to reach your new, large and fluffy ears is the crackling of the fireplace. It's immediately followed by the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking dinnerware. As you look around, the inn has sprung back to life. Everyone is preoccupied, and nobody seems to notice that where once stood a proud if somewhat unconventional Dwarven beauty, there is now a Dwarf-sized woman with yellow skin, horse ears, and pink mane and tail. The only one looking at you is Eris, resting her elbows on the table and cradling a face that bears the look of smug delight. You want to curse her to the nine hells, but all that comes out is a minced oath of the most childish and tamest sort that you immediately regret uttering out loud.

"You... big dumb meanie! Oh you- you- you snuggleloving sharp-headed motherfeather!" Daria said in a moment of fury. "Oh!" she suddenly felt humiliated for saying such a thing in the crowded inn, where everyone could hear her. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she waited for a scolding from Eris. She probably deserved it, even if she was upset.

Instead, Eris threw her head back and cackled maniacally. "Oh my chaos! You're just too adorable!" she choked out between guffaws.

You suddenly feel as though your cuteness is a major imposition. You didn't mean to be so upsetting, or distracting, or whatever. The last thing you want to do is make people uncomfortable, so you immediately apologize. As you do, you notice your voice has become much quieter and a little whispery.

"Sorry," Daria said, feeling her cheeks warm up in shame. "I'll try to be less adorable, if it bothers you."

"Well, my dear!" the strange creature said as she wiped a tear from one yellow-and-red eye while regaining her composure. "I'm afraid there'll be no helping that! But if you really feel you must atone, why not step up onto your chair and let me get a good look at you? I want to examine my handiwork."

Your body begins to move as if on its own, and you find yourself sliding off the tall chair used by shorter folk like Dwarves and Halflings to sit at the inn's tables. With great effort, you use its legs as a ladder and hoist yourself up to stand on the seat as if it was a platform, then turn to face the weird enchantress. She watches you the whole time, her grin showing approval as her eyes glide up and down your figure. She then rises herself, and you see for the first time just how tall she really is. Even standing atop the high chair, your eyes are only a little higher than the top of her head and quite below the tips of her mismatched antler and horn. She walks around the table for a closer inspection, being free with her appraisal and her mismatched hands. You hope she doesn't mind your new body.

"Very nice, if I do say so myself!" Eris pronounced as she rounded the table and brought her face close-in, cupping Daria's hips with her bird-talon and paw and rubbing their curvature. Her hands then slid upwards along the outer edge of Daria's pinched waistline, tracing the ribcage hidden behind her tits. As she did so, Eris rested a cheek against them and she mewled slightly, just before burying her face in Daria's top, sinking it between her two massive mounds. "Mmmphmfmp mmmmf mf mmmpf mummpfumpf."

"Um, excuse me?" Daria asked nervously.

"I said," Eris enunciated clearly and into one of Daria's new ears, somehow having appeared directly behind her without moving as far as the yellow woman could tell. "Mmmphmfmp mmmmf mf mmmpf mummpfumpf," she repeated despite her face not being embedded in cleavage. "Which means, 'I think you're going to be more fun than my last Fluttershy', my dear." Daria noticed only then that the hands on her body, which she didn't feel had moved, had now switched places so that the thick paw was on her right and the bird-like talon was on her left. The pair slid forward and down, cupping Daria's enormous assets freely and without any reservation. "These are wonderful, and they go swimmingly with your new look!" Eris spoke, again directly into Daria's flicking ear as the stranger pressed in tight from behind. Daria could feel the other's own, much smaller, breasts squishing against the small of her back, and it was weird to feel her new tail being squeezed between the two bodies. "But now I'm curious. Go ahead and lift up your shirt for the crowd, my dear Fluttershy."

There is no delay between receiving the request and your hands following through. Tiny as they are against the circumference of the two gigantic breasts, they still gripped and pulled up at the hem of your shirt. You feel the fabric slipping higher and higher, teasing at your nipples until it passes them by, and bunching up as you pull the top free and hold it in place just below your collar bone. It's only then that you have time to think about what you're doing. You feel incredibly exposed, but there is another emotion that comes with it. You can't help but notice the sense of erotic energy bubbling up from deep within as you realize how lewd you're being in public. You never had qualms about using your body's gifts to your advantage, but this feels different. There is a tense duality acting on you with equal force; a strong sense of anxiety that people might pay attention, and just as powerfully a twinge of arousal that they will. You're startled when Eris whistles loudly.

"Hey, everyone! Settle a bet! What color are this lovely lady's nipples?" Eris shouted. Daria could hardly believe what was happening as all the patrons and the servers turned their eyes upon her for the first time. Most of the men begin to grin stupidly, some of the women laughed heartily. A few turned their heads when they realized what they were watching, but most didn't. They looked even harder. The hoots and catcalls began at the same time others started to shout out various names for the color pink.

Their gaze has immediate effect on you. Your heart starts pounding, you hear the rushing pulses of blood course through your new ears and feel the hammering in your chest. Your breath starts to accelerate to keep up with the demand for oxygen. Your pupils dilate, taking in the scene and forcing it into your brain at full detail. Yet the adrenaline rush of panic brings with it a sense of elation, too. At the same time you're feeling humiliated to be displayed in public, you're also surprisingly hot and excited for the same reason. One thing you find strange is that you can't seem to bring yourself to cover up again. You realize this is because Eris hasn't given you permission yet. You hope she does; the tension between embarrassment and excitement is strange and new to you, and you don't quite know how to cope as both of them mount higher and higher, occupying more of your consciousness as the show goes on. You want to hide, not just your naked torso but also yourself. Yet you also want to show them more; to strip down and parade your body for their delight. The thought of being miserably, uncomfortably, tortuously exposed to everyone is also somehow urging you to do so, and telling you that it would be one of the most sexually-charged experiences of your long life.

If only Eris would tell you to do it, you might have the courage. As your little wings tremble uselessly behind you, you realize with a dawning sense of awe that you would do anything for Eris if she requested it. And as the crowd of absolute strangers continues to gawk at your figure, you start to wonder if you might not feel the somewhat the same towards them. If one of them should happen to request that you take off your skirt, would you do it? It would make them happy, wouldn't it? It might embarrass you, but wasn't that a small price to pay? Indeed, was it even a price, or instead... a prize? The throbbing of your heart is accompanied by a stirring of your loins, both gripping you in their influence. One of anxiety and near panic, the other in eagerness and anticipation overtaking its partner emotion in force and influence. Just a word, a command, a clear and unambiguous call for more of your flesh to come out and play, that's all it would take.

"Very well done, my dear Fluttershy," Eris whispered into Daria's ear with genuine satisfaction in her voice. "Now come along. We're going back."

"Back?" Daria asked as Eris gripped the hands that still held up her shirt, pulling the shorter woman into a tender embrace that still left her chest exposed.

"Yes, I'm taking you back as you are. Back to the place where your original name is-"

"Roger?" Jeff asked awkwardly. "Could you maybe put your shirt back down, please?"

Roger blinked. The room was bright. There was no crowd, no smoky fireplace, no other tables. He was sitting across from Jeff, who was sinking behind the elaborate DM screen with a reddened face and eyes directed deliberately elsewhere. On his own side of the table, two big, yellow mounds of something were placed. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized their contours. With dawning horror, he followed them back to their origin. They were coming from the area of his chest, somewhere beneath the bunched-up hoodie he was holding in a death grip under his chin. Two pale hands, longer but slimmer than his and covered with plain steel rings of ornate designs, were on top of his own.

"S-sorry!" he blurted out as the mix of shame and arousal bloomed once more. He tried to push his chair back away from the table to get those tits off of it so he could cover up, but his feet just kicked in the air freely. A large shoe fell off one of them and thudded on the floor unseen below.

"Let me help you with that, my dear," Audra giggled into his ear, causing it to flick from the tickle of her breath. Audra's arms, already wrapped around his shoulders, applied pressure as she drug his chair backwards. The table slid forward until the two fat breasts on top of it fell heavily onto Roger's lap, their sensitive pink nipples dragging roughly down the edge in the process.

"Ouch," Roger squeaked. He was almost as surprised at the girly sound coming out of his own face as he was by the heft of the two breasts slapping onto his legs. But now, with Audra releasing his tiny, yellow hands, he was able to pull (with much stretching, and a little stuffing) the hoodie over the front of them, and tug it into place between them and his thighs. "What happened?" he asked, noting again how different the voice sounded in his ears. He brought those tiny, yellow hands up and examined them, noting with dismay how absolutely dainty they looked despite being somewhat stubby. And yellow as butter. Something pink fell to the side of his face, and he brushed it back... only to completely miss the ear he was trying to tuck it behind. Near the top of his head, two things wiggled in surprise.

"Ta-da!" Audra sing-song-said as she walked back around to stand by the table. "Since you like playing shortstacks so much, we figured you should just go all the way with it!"

"What!?" Roger shouted. Well, at least he tried to. It came out at about normal speaking volume.

"That's right, babe!" the somewhat chubby goth said with a gleam behind her glasses. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, my dear Fluttershy!"

"For the record," Jeff said, turning to face Roger with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "I didn't know she was going to do the whole pony thing."

"Pony thing?" Roger asked with alarm, suddenly putting together the pieces into a horrifying picture. The roleplay at the inn. The illusion of the yellow pegasus with a pink mane. The potion of true polymorph. "Oh no..." He pushed out of his chair and landed wrong, sprawling out on all fours. More like all sixes; his hands and knees were joined in pressing hard against the laminate flooring by two soft but very heavy masses of flesh underneath his torso.

His view was blocked by a curtain of long, pink hair, but some large ears registered the sound of stiff boot soles clocking from the table over to his position. He felt two hands hook under his arms and lift. With some effort, he was able to rise to his feet unsteadily. One of them was in a shoe that clearly didn't fit anymore, the other was buried underneath a voluminous sock. But he had to determine this by feel, as the front of his hoodie blocked all view of anything in the general area of the floor in front of him.

"Oh my!" he said. It wasn't what he meant to say, which consisted of a litany of four-letter words and some cutting remarks about the parentage of his fellow players. Realizing that, he found his big ears flattening back against his head in frustration. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to give them a piece of his mind once more. "This is certainly, um, unexpected," a soft voice stammered out instead.

"Hee-hee-hee! You're just so fucking adorable!" Audra gushed as she bent down and hugged Roger from behind, wrapping her arms low around the diminutive character's waistline. "Don't worry, I brought some clothes that might fit! You're going to follow me into the bathroom and we'll get you sorted out in no time, but first I want you to do something for me little Fluttershy,"

"Hm?" Roger asked, ears perking up again. Audra leaned in and whispered into that ear the same way Eris had in their game.

"Flash your tits at Jeff again, babe," she said quietly enough so that only the girl with enormous pony ears could interpret what was said.

Roger gripped the bottom of his hoodie and pulled it up with great force until his massive breasts squeezed out of the bottom and hung like pendulums down to her waist, pressing nakedly against Audra's arms. Jeff, taken by surprise, gawked for a moment and then covered his eyes.

"Dammit, Audra! I don't want to see those! You know I'm not into the stuff Roger is! It just looks wrong!"

It was only then that Roger fully realized what he was even doing. The gut-punch of humiliation was accompanied by the exhilarating thrill of sudden arousal, both causing his yellow face to turn cherry red. Why was he getting so turned-on?

"Alright my dear, you can put those away now," Audra said after a moment. Like a light bulb, the idea that he should have covered up again went on in Roger's head. It hadn't even occurred to him until Audra said something about it. What the fuck was wrong with him? He hurriedly stuffed the yellow, fleshy burdens back into his overstretched hoodie, face still blushing from the confusing mix of positive and negative emotional states. "Now follow me," she said, releasing the smaller figure's waist and standing up straight before walking to Jeff's bathroom. Roger fell in line behind her, nearly tripping again over his shoe. He left it behind and trundled only in the large, baggy socks that were already bunching down around his ankles (but again, he could only tell by feel since his vision was blocked). He glanced at Jeff, who kept his eyes covered. Probably waiting until he heard the door close to be sure it was 'safe'.

It was weird walking even a few steps with his new, wider hips. He had to keep shifting them to take each step. And there were more steps than usual, as his stride had shrunk considerably with his height. These little legs needed more work to move than his original ones. And as tightly as his shorts hugged those legs, hips, butt, and crotch... the lack of anything down in the nethers getting jostled was perhaps the least weird thing he noticed. He expected the bust to bounce as if on springs, but in truth it was so heavy it barely moved when he did. Something soft was stuffed into the hoodie on his back, maybe he was feeling all this hair that surrounded him like a cloak? He heard something behind him and turned to see that it was his long, fluffy tail dragging on the floor.

Audra was waiting in the doorway as he approached, towering over him like a giant even though she was maybe a foot and a half taller, at most. Roger noted with whatever small satisfaction he could muster that his eyes were now almost on an even keel with Audra's moderate bust. The phrase 'small favors' turned over ruefully in his mind as he stepped into the bathroom. The countertop was almost up to his shoulders, so all he could see in the mirror was the face. Adorable. There was no other word for the cute, feminine, yellow face flanked by long, pink hair and topped with ears that seemed to move on their own. Blue-green eyes blinked out at him, a tiny mouth gaped in surprise. The cheeks were still a little rosy. The lashes were enormous. The nose was absolutely tiny. The whole thing perched on a delicate neck that peeked out of the hoodie like a flower stalk from a pot.

"Oh my," Roger found himself saying again.

"Alright, my little pony! Go ahead and strip naked for me," Audra said as she reached for a bag on the countertop. "Let's see which of these fit you." She watched with delight as the small, pink and yellow, humanoid mare struggled to pull his hoodie completely off, then unzipped the cargo shorts that hung more like ill-fitting culottes and wriggled out of their tighter confines until they were low enough to slip off his thighs completely unaided. Carefully he stepped out, leaving one sock behind of its own volition and pulling the other off herself. There was no pause as he tugged and stretched his strained, white undershirt past his huge tits, letting them flop and hang freely in the open before hooking his little thumbs under the waistband of his now wrong-gendered boxer briefs and pulled them loose. Free of their constraints, two uselessly small, yellow wings stretched out from beneath the thick cape of pink hair that obscured half her body from behind. That must have been what he felt rustling around in his hoodie earlier.

It was only after he piled all his clothing beside him that Roger realized he was completely nude with someone else in the same room. Heat filled him from the top of his shoulders, through his neck, up to his cheeks and even ruddying the tips of his floppy ears as he was flooded once again by the vulnerable feeling of exposure, and yet flustered by the attendant eroticism of it. He tried to cover his nipples, which were now almost as big across as his diminished palms, but (astoundingly) he actually couldn't reach them and instead crossed his hands over his hairless crotch. He was surprised to find his new wings closing around his torso instinctively, but their tips barely reached the front of his arms and were also incapable of significantly covering his ridiculously oversized breasts.

"Oh come on, dear," Audra managed to say while suppressing her giggles. "It's nothing I haven't seen before! But I supposed I'll have some pity. Here, try some of these on," she said, holding out a shopping bag. Roger took the bag without flinching until he saw his fingers around the handles and realized he'd just flashed her again. A muffled, uncomfortable and slightly overstimulated squeal of frustration escaped his yellow lips. Audra just beamed expectantly. Realizing there was no way out of this, Roger tried to sigh (but it came out sounding... naughty) and upended the bag. Several pairs of pants fell onto the floor, all rather short.

He bent forward and nearly lost his balance as the two unfamiliar weights swung down and out below him, shifting his center of mass unexpectedly. This time Audra couldn't contain her chuckles, heightening Roger's sense of shame as well as inflaming his body's sexual response. Which was a whole other can of worms; there were parts of it that felt familiar, and he certainly knew the gist of what was happening, but experiencing female arousal for the first time was confusing and disorienting. It was like hearing a strong, unfamiliar accent and not being sure you were following along.

Roger tried again, this time holding her wings and tail all the way back in an attempt to gain a little counterbalance. It helped. The first pair of shorts he picked up were black, like the ones she'd taken off mere seconds ago. But after hiking them up, she found them too small to button over her hips. With a disappointed mumble, she scrunched them back down and tried the only other black pair of shorts in the pile (all the others were shades of teal, or pink, or purple, or decked with embroidered butterflies and flowers). It fit better than her old pants, slightly less constrictive, though it still didn't have a provision for her tail so she had to put up with it pressing up against her back and flopping out over the top. Still, she felt a little better by not being completely nude. Her big tits were still jutting out in front, but... wait, since when did Roger think of himself as a 'she'?

"Well at least you're showing more leg these days," Audra said to interrupt Roger's train of thought. "I knew shirts would be a waste of time, so for now you'll just have to wear the hoodie. Don't worry, we'll go shopping later! You're going to need a lot of female help adjusting to your new life. Not the least of which being what to do with all that hair. C'mere, sweetie." she said, kneeling down and patting her knee.

Roger didn't even register the patronizing nature of the gesture until she was already being spun around by Audra, who had her hands on the side of Roger's face. With gentle motions, she started pulling back and smoothing out the incredibly thick mass of pink hairs, corralling but not pulling them into place and holding it all together as she reached with one hand to her pocket and came back with something stretchy that she used to tie Roger's hair up into a long, heavy ponytail that hung between Roger's folded wings. But she left a couple of long locks hanging down to either side of Roger's face.

"There, now your lovely backside will really be visible! While I'm back here, raise your arms and wings for me." She was rewarded with instinctive compliance, Roger immediately lifting up his short little arms and spreading her wings out as far as they would reach into the air. "Okay, hold that pose." Roger couldn't see the grin on her face, but she COULD feel Audra's fingers sliding down her shoulders, stopping halfway to her waist, and then taking a sudden detour around the curvature of her bust from behind. "Hail the new queen of backboob!" the taller woman said with a chuckle. Roger moaned as Audra leaned in tight, pressing her own chest into Roger's back in her effort to reach all the way to the front of Roger's chest. Her wings twitched involuntarily, but she held them up dutifully.

Despite starting from behind, her fingertips actually reached a bit further than Roger's had, managing to just start teasing the large, pink areolas but not quite reach the two bubblegum-colored nipples that were starting to pull themselves into stiff little peaks. The blood-fueled heat Roger felt radiating off her blushing head, face, neck, and shoulders contrasted with the cool ambient air into which her breasts projected. The contrast, which accentuated the warmth of Audra's touch, was anything but unpleasant. The taller woman's right cheek nestled against her own, the frame of her glasses clearly felt at the base of Roger's high, yellow-and-blushing ear. With tender caresses, the gothic woman continued fondling her smaller companion's breasts playfully. Roger didn't even notice how easy and relaxed she was breathing now, her eyelids feeling heavy as her head started to lean more into Audra's for support. Her tummy was fluttering and her thighs rubbed against each other, a spot of very warm moisture cooling against her delicate new skin in the black shorts that were her only clothing for the moment.

"Be honest, how does this feel?" her companion whispered into the big half-cone of her fluffy ear.

"Mmmm, nice. Hot. Naughty. Um, embarrassing. But good..." the tiny human-pegasus hybrid sighed in reply. "Oh! Um, I mean-"

"Don't deny it, my dear little pony," Audra chided with a soft giggle. "You're loving it, aren't you? And the element of humiliation, why, that's just making it even hotter, isn't it?" Roger groaned in reluctant agreement as the fondling of her breasts continued apace. "Go ahead and join in, then," Audra suggested. Roger slowly lowered her arms and placed her palms on the top of her boobs, then slowly began tracing circles over their upper circumference while Audra continued caressing them from behind and below. Her nipples were now obscenely poking out at full attention, and her substantial areolas were tight and bumpy. "Now," the gothic woman said in a hushed voice, "Imagine a shirtless Jeff coming in and joining the fun."

Roger's imagination began automatically. The door to the bathroom would open, with Jeff standing there, torso just as naked as hers but starting much higher up. He'd look down at the two women and blush, but wouldn't turn away. Couldn't take his eyes off them, actually. He'd come slowly forward and they'd offer no objections. He'd kneel down, looking at Roger's fat tits, then look Roger in the eye. It would be humiliating, which caused a new flush of warmth to spread over Roger's body (in the daydream as well as in real life). Jeff would gently raise his hands, now so much larger than Roger's, and gently touch his fingers to the front of Roger's yellow breasts. He'd look at her again, as if asking for permission, and she wouldn't deny him. His big, hot palms would close onto Roger's stiff nips, their pressure and texture setting off sparks of erogenous current. She could almost feel it as a sigh escaped her lips without notice. Jeff would experimentally start to squeeze, to rub, to catch her nipples between his fingers and oh so lightly begin to pinch them together. The three of them would start to coordinate their motions, pushing and pulling and squeezing and spreading and lifting and teasing her great big tits in a team groping as she stood there in the center of it all, helplessly reeling from the breastplay-

A giggle surprised Roger and broke her reverie, and she quickly realized it was her own rather than Audra's. Once again, it was just her and Audra's hands gliding over her chest. But the picture in her mind had been so wonderful. Almost of their own accord, Roger's hips shifted in agreement. She was so relaxed, at least parts of her were, despite the heavy thudding of her heart in her now much-smaller torso. It was an odd combination of exhilaration and relaxation to her as she continued letting Audra massage her chest from behind.

"I see you're having fun with that little scenario," the taller woman said with some gleeful satisfaction into Roger's ear again. "Don't worry, you'll be coming home with me tonight and we can have lots of safe, exploratory fun to break in your new body. Just us girls at first. Then, maybe we can find a nice guy to introduce you to the wonderful world of getting absolutely dicked. Or a not-so-nice guy, if that's your preference! We'll have so much fun finding out, won't we?" Another muffled squeak was her only reply at first as the yellow, busty little woman squirmed in her embrace.

"Um," Roger started, making effort to speak through the pleasures she was experiencing in someone else's hands that she'd never felt in this way before. "Um, it won't have to be, um, Jeff... right?" she stammered.

Audra gave one of her unrestrained cackles, which was rather painful since she was still right next to Roger's ear. "Oh don't worry, my dear! Jeff's a nice guy. Sometimes a little TOO nice for my tastes. He's got some very nice-guy hangups. Your figure makes him absolutely squirm in discomfort! Lucky for you, I don't have his particular hangups. Plenty of guys don't either. In fact, a lot of them seem to find small little women with stupid-large boobs endearing, or so I've been given to understand," she taunted. "Though, to be honest, a lot of those types aren't as nice as Jeff. They're selfish, self-centered, inconsiderate, needy, greedy, grubby, gropy, entitled little shits a lot of the time. The kind of guy that doesn't seem to notice how much he's ruining other people's fun." At this, Audra suddenly wrapped her hands tight around Roger's breasts and squeezed them harder, until they were bunched up and squished enough that she could reach the two big nipples. She gave them a firm but not aggressive pinch, just enough to send a jolt to Roger's brain.

"Eep!" the yellow pegasus girl squealed under both the psychological as well as physical wake-up call. "I- I'll be good!" she murmured, alarmed at how sexually charged her pledge felt.

"Oh I know you will, my dear," Audra replied. "That's just your nature now. A sweet little angel," she said, releasing Roger's breasts at last and bringing her hands up to rest on the pair of yellow wings that lowered back into a neutral, folded position. "A sweet little angel who buries her naughty streak deep down most of the time, even if it's still there and just as strong as ever. Though perhaps flip-flopped from before," she added. Releasing Roger's wings, the taller woman rose back up to her full height. Roger was still not used to staring into her bust line, with the goth's bespectacled face having to bend down to look into hers.

"Anyway, put your hoodie back on and put all these clothes into the bag. We'll take my car back to my place tonight. I parked close so your teensy little feet won't have to go far on the sidewalk. Yes, barefoot; those shoes are never going to fit you again. We'll find you some tomorrow. And I know you can't see them, but your dainty little feeties are just so cute and adorable now!" When Roger blushed in reply, Audra smiled wickedly and added, "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll get plenty of glimpses at your cute little toes pointed at the ceiling. Yes, I'm sure lots of volunteers will help you with that!"

Roger found her phone, wallet, and keys didn't all fit into the extremely shallow pockets of her new pants. Suddenly a thought occurred, and she opened her wallet to the clear display window for her driver's license. Staring back at her was a pair of big, blue-green eyes set in a cute yellow face with big, perky yellow ears poking through long locks of pink hair. She scanned down to the bio details.
Name: ROGER F THOMPSON
Sex: F
Ethnicity: PEG
Height: 3'11"

Of all the details that changed, the middle initial was the weirdest. Her original middle name was Matthew. What did the F stand for?

FLUTTERSHY

She blinked. Of course, what else would it be?