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Choose Your Words, Part 3 (Multi TF, Anthro, Body Alteration)
🕑 Added 2024-03-24 08:48:58 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Combined Story Tier Prompt from Rilby & TG Sorcerer
Abby finds herself the target of her jealous stepmother who hates how happy Abby is with her loving fiance Trent. When Abigail confronts her stepmother over her cruel comments, she finds herself cursed to ‘regret her words, and the words of others.’ Soon, Abigail finds that her body and behaviour is transforming on the basis of what other people nearby say about her. As she tries to take control of the curse, things spiral even more out of control, and Abigail is left wondering if she’ll even be human by the time the curse has run its course.
Part 3: Foxy Lady
Abigail panted heavily in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She had been ravenous, and had climaxed far more than once. In fact, she had lost count of her own orgasms, many of which had come purely from Trent just playing with her breasts. She had been on her back, her legs wrapped around him, as he fucked her senseless, just like she had asked. Abby had never been a particularly loud partner in bed (Trent often joked that she squeaked like a mouse as climax approached), but this time she was wailing with the best of them. It had turned Trent on: he had played with her tits, driving her over the edge multiple times, and it was clear from how he’d spent several minutes with his face buried in her new well-endowed ‘assets’ that he was in heaven.
But he was also very confused, and understandably so. Especially when he reached around to grope her ass and feel her lower back. She was nestled comfortable against him on her side by this stage, and while he had complimented her fox ears during the act, she doubted he realised they were real; he hadn’t paid attention to her lack of actual human ears. But then his hands felt over her pig tail, and she realised she’d forgotten about it again.
“Huh? What the hell? What’s this?”
He shifted while she froze. There was a long pause.
“That can’t be real.”
Abby swallowed, fighting back the tears. “It . . . is. It’s real, Trent. It’s what I came back into town early to show you. To tell you.”
“You’re kidding.”
But then he fell silent again as he played with the tail, inspecting it. He shifted, playing with her ears, checking for any seams. He parted her hair on the side, inspecting the blonde roots.
“Blonde all the way down . . . and holy fuck, Abby! You’re missing your ears!”
This time, tears did well in her eyes. She held him even as he inspected her further.
“I know,” she whimpered. “I know. I told you I had to come back to you. I need help, honey. I’m in real big trouble.”
Trent pulled back. The look that he gave her was one of serious alarm, but also of comforting love. “Abigail, sweetie. Honey. I need you to tell me everything.”
***
The story lasted a long time, longer than she would have thought. Trent kept interrupting for more details, and in between they showered (separately for once, she didn’t want him seeing her pig’s tail or staring at her huge ass. Even the fox ears were getting too much attention from him) and readied some tea. It was getting late, and she was feeling extremely awkward, and more than a little scared, but after the whole story was told, Trent clearly believed her.
“It’s just so insane,” he said, mind-boggled, still looking at her fox ears and pig tail, and certainly her larger breasts and bigger behind.
“Trust me, no one feels crazier than me. I feel like I’m going to break down, Trent. I mean it. I can’t approach Clara, and she says she won’t fix me. I don’t know what to even do!”
He comforted her. “Look, it’s late. Maybe if we get some sleep, we can think better in the morning, okay?”
She sniffled, allowing him to cradle her. It wasn’t the worst idea.
“Okay,” she said.
The pair of them retired to bed, though because of the nature of her new body, the inevitable occurred. Often the two of them would spoon lovingly, but now that Trent had his crotch pressed against her much bigger ass, there was clearly an additional turn on for him. And because the two of them slept naked, his hand was placed over her sensitive left breasts, caressing it lightly. Normally it would just be a matter of light playfulness and comfort, but this time it made him all the more aroused, and his penis hardened between her cheeks. Worse, the overwhelming sensitivity in her new tits made her nipples throb with need. Soon she was moaning as he played with her pink areolas, and her body could only take so much teasing before she needed to be filled.
“Ohhhhh, Trent. S-stop t-teasing me. I need you to fuck me again. Now!”
This time, he had no hesitations whatsoever. He even stroked her head as he thrust into her, gripping her ass with his other hand. The sensation of his fingers running over her fox ears was strangely alluring. She came even harder this time.
***
After another morning fuck, spurred on once more by her fiancé touching her incredible tits, the two of them managed to drag themselves out of bed. Once more, Abigail was reminded of how pendulous her new double-D breasts were, as well as how bouncy her new ass was. Trent’s eyes were magnetised, but it only made her self-conscious.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’ll make us some pancakes.”
“Please do,” she said, cheeks burning.
“And then we’ll talk more about this curse. I promise you, honey, we’ll find a way to deal with it.”
They showered, dressed (not much fit her, especially around her bust, so her shirts were unreasonably tight there), and ate. Afterwards, Trent spent a further half-hour asking questions, trying to figure out the rules of the curse.
“So, it’s just words about you that change you?”
“As far as I can tell,” Abigail said. “I can’t affect it. Trust me, I’ve tried. And she says changes are permanent. Well, she hinted that they might not be, but I think there’s a catch of some kind, given how she laughed when she mentioned it, and seemed to look forward to me discovering it.”
“Well, evidently I can adjust it,” Trent said. He paced around the living room while she sat. She was still getting used to the new weight on her chest; none of her bras fit anymore, and she muttered about it once more under her breath.
Trent snapped his fingers. “Let me try something.” He coughed, clearly his throat. “I love the way you wear sexy lingerie that fits those perfect breasts.”
Abby stood, her large breasts wobbling in her top. “Trent, what the actual fuck?”
“Just wait. I’m seeing how far the power of this curse goes.”
Sure enough, a tingle of magic began. Immediately, her breasts were cupped by something that materialised around them, lifting them up considerably and forcing them together. Her shirt, already too tight against her enlarged chest, now displayed a slight v-neck as a result. The edges of a sexy black push-up bra could be seen, as well as a tantalising look at her now-impressive cleavage.
Abigail jumped back a little, falling back into her seat by accident. Her breasts still wobbled a little, but were much better contained within her new bra. She felt another material change below, and sure enough she now had a matching set of lingerie panties that actually moulded well to her rear (though given they were the ‘sexy’ kind, it wasn’t like that covered a great deal of either cheek anyway).
“You absolute dog!” she said, aghast that he would do this.
Trent put up his hands apologetically. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I just wanted to test if it could affect things other than your body and mind. I’ll change it to something better. I love the way you wear bras and panties that you want to wear, and fit you comfortably and well.”
They both waited. Nothing happened.
Abigail, naturally, seethed. She hit him on the shoulder. “You idiot! Now I’m stuck wearing the kind of underthings I’d only wear for a sexy Friday night date! For good! I told you it was permanent! Ugh!”
Trent was visibly upset. “I’m sorry, love! I didn’t think-”
“No, you didn’t!”
“But that doesn’t mean we should stop trying. Um. How about this? I love how you, Abigail, don’t have a tail.”
Again, nothing happened.
“Why are you even trying this?”
“Well, it’s not like we should actually believe Clara, right? You told me she always lies and manipulates! And she said there was a twist, right? When it comes to how some things are permanent. I thought that maybe a change could be permanent, like growing a tail, but the actual type of change might, er, change. Does that make sense?”
Abigail paused. “No!” she cried, extending her hands out.
“Well, here’s an example. You got a pig tail, right?”
“Don’t remind me!”
“But if I were to, say, mention that you’ve got such a foxy tail to match those ears, then maybe it would-”
She held up a hand to make him stop, immediately. The base of her spine had a sudden pressure, and something was pushing out. Eyes wide and heart pounding, she dropped her skirt a little, new black lingerie underwear as well. Her pig tail was suddenly thickening, expanding. She grunted, breathing heavily as new tissue and bone formed, as well as more hair. A lot more hair.
“Nnghhhh,” she groaned. “You f-fucking moron! Trent, look what you’ve d-done to m-me!”
She doubled over forward as her new, new tail shot out. It extended, long and increasingly fluffy, and itchy feeling leaving her to scratch its long length even as bright orange fur erupted from it. She shook her large ass, whimpering as it continued to slide out of her. Finally, it stopped at a bit over three feet in length. It trailed near her ankles, flicking from left to right, matching her frustrated and angry mood. It was incredibly bushy, with a surprisingly gorgeous white tip. It was also no longer capable of being hidden.
Abigail raged. Her tail stood up straight, rigid to match her focus.
“Look what you’ve done! I’ll never hide this now!”
But Trent was surprisingly ecstatic. “Holy moly! I won’t lie: you look incredibly fucking cute, honey. A real kitsune fox girl now! But don’t worry, now that we know the trick, we can give you a tail that is basically easy to hide. Think like a little bunny rabbit tail, or a pig one again, or something even more appropriate. Listen: I love that you have a tiny little rabbit tail that is almost impossible to see, but weirdly sensitive.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, I thought the last bit could be fun, at least?”
There was another sensation of magic flowing through her, centred on her tail. But to both their collective disappointment, the fox tail didn’t go away.
“That should have worked,” he said. He reached around and stroked her bushy tail, and it immediately elicited a soft groan from Abigail.
“Ohhhhhhh . . . ohhhhh, it’s s-sensitive! Like my tits! Stop it!”
He pulled his hand back and placed it on his chin. “Okay, only one part of that worked. Maybe instead if I say-”
But at that, Abigail put her fingers on his mouth. “Not. Another. Word.”
“But what if-”
“Not. Another. Fucking. Word. Trent. I love you, but you have royally screwed this up. God! You’ve given me huge tits and permanent lingerie and a fox tail! We’re meant to be getting married and you couldn’t listen to me? What, is this some kind of power trip?”
“Of course not! But . . . what if we focus the magic in another way?”
She raised an eyebrow. Her soft fox tail swayed behind her, still annoyed but indicating possible interest. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I gave you bigger breasts. I’m sure you’re not that upset about that.”
“I am.”
“Okay, sorry. But what if we just change as much as we can about you, but only in small ways? Like, talk about your face, freckles, legs, waist, and so on. That way we can ‘lock in’ your changes, and you can only get variations on that, right? We can always get the tail removed the old fashion way - surgically, I mean. Ears are a different matter since you want to hear, but we haven’t altered them at all yet. Maybe you just get one alteration of an existing change. Basically, we can game the system.”
Abigail took a deep breath. “That’s . . . not the worst idea. But only as a last resort. I’m not comfortable with that yet. I’m a freak already, and if we do it wrong, I’ll end up more of a freak. And if we do it right, I’ll still not really be me on the outside, anymore, even if we’re subtle. Look, I’m really scared right now, Trent. I came here hoping for comfort and support but this . . . didn’t go how I wanted it to. I need to go get some air; I have this stupid mental compulsion to go out in public.”
“But you’re tail-”
“I know!” she said, flickering it. It was really, really weird to have an extra appendage, especially one that was only half under your control. She was constantly being reminded of it, just like her ears, which liked to turn in the direction of noticeable sounds. “I’ll just pretend I’m a damn cosplayer or something. Or stuff it under a coat. If that’s even possible.”
Trent approached her. “I’m really sorry, Abby. You know I didn’t mean this.”
“I know,” she said, allowing him to hug her. Immediately, the sensation of her big breasts pressing against his chest, even through the material of her shirt and bra, made her almost salivate. It made her lust.
She pulled away. Her tail had automatically lifted, as if trying to give access to her man. It repulsed her, to be so swayed by these new feelings.
“But I just need some air. I’ll be back, okay? Keep in contact and try to research about this for me. Find out if anyone or anything can help us break the curse, before it’s too late and Clara wins.
***
Poor Abigail was incredibly conscious as she walked through town. Heads turned her way, observing the strange woman who was trying to keep covered up. It was a failing task though; it was an immensely windy day, which caused her coat to flap everywhere, and her big fox tail to be exposed. She had a hat, but it flung away as she made it to the train station. She wanted to travel to the park, and something about taking the public route rather than a car was appealing despite her condition; once again, the kind old man’s words had doomed her in this regard.
“Stupid wind,” she muttered, covering her ears with her hands before ultimately giving up. “Stupid ears. Stupid fox tail. Stupid big boobs and butt. I can’t believe all of this!”
Many people looked their way to the fox girl. A few teenage boys moving in the opposite direction stopped and stared, and she heard their whispers.
“What the hell, does she have a tail?”
“It’s a costume, moron.”
“But it looks so real!”
“Dude, she’s one of those weird cosplayers. You know, dressing up as a fox girl.”
“Isn’t that a furry?”
“If that’s a furry, then count me in. Woof woof! Just needs a big pair of tits and she’s perfect!”
She snapped her head around, unable to contain her anger. “I have a big pair of tits already, thank you very much!”
Their leading figure just laughed. “I meant even bigger! You’d look better with even bigger tits!”
Of course, her coat was covering her new double-D’s, concealing them from view. She was about to snap off a reply when a familiar pressure returned in her chest. She growled, not unlike a fox, and quickly stormed away from the group.
“Great, just – nnghh! – great! Now they’re getting even – eeugh! – bigger!”
They expanded, cascading over the top of her bra cups, becoming what had to be E-cups in size. Bigger, heavier, and a whole lot jigglier. Even against the coat they now gave some profile. She grit her teeth in frustration, and the only thing that subsided it – just a little – was that her bra then expanded to fit them, cupping them upwards and displaying more cleavage out the top of her coat.
“Great, yay for the only part of my fiance’s comments that helped!” she complained.
She made her way into the subway, still attracting attention, still moving quick enough to avoid as much comment as she could. A few children saw her and pointed, causing her to shift aside. Who knew what a child could say? Jesus, what if they mentioned how cool it would be if she had tentacles or something?
“Just need to get to the train, then the park,” she said. “Get some fresh air. Privacy. Get my fill of the public space and then retreat back to Trent.”
Unfortunately, she had to barge past someone when she got on the train. A young woman in her late teens or early twenties was on her phone, holding onto the handhold above, and basically blocking access to the seat Abigail wanted to occupy.
“Excuse me,” she said, but in her impatience and annoyance she clocked the woman on the shoulder more heavily than she wanted to.
“Excuse yourself, you fucking freak! Next time wait for someone to move!”
Abigail sighed. “I just wanted a seat. Don’t block the way next time.”
The young woman rolled her eyes and huffed. “Whatever, weirdo. You dress like a fox, but if you ask me, I’d say you’re way more of a cow. Next time don’t swing your udders around like you’re hot shit, freak.”
She turned away from Abigail, which was a good thing, because all of a sudden the magic concentrated around the pale-skinned fox girl. It centred just above her crotch, where a powerful pressure developed, and four points began to bulge forth, growing like . . . like teats.
“Oh God,” Abigail whimpered, realising what was about to happen in front of a trainload of people. “Oh God, no!”
To Be Continued . . .
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