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Year of the Dragon... Maid!?
🕑 Added 2024-01-12 14:00:10 +0000 UTCTrigger #27: Kemono Tea aka "Mice Tea" aka "The Tea That Makes You a Furry."
Edible Class: A special blend of tea produced by an unknown company that transforms whoever drinks it into a furry (among other things). Has also been known to grant gender affirming transformations and other body modifications, as well as enhanced, animal themed abilities including but not limited to super speed, strength, hypnosis, flight, and the ability to speak to animals. The transformation is normally personality or name based but can be controlled through the use of pun-adjacent ingredients added to the tea culturally related to the desired animal or effect (See "Tea Alchemy" by Gavin Van Der Valk), and is reversed via sleep or meditation. First appeared in New Greenshire and is very slowly becoming available for purchase elsewhere...
Transformation Type: Varies based on ingredients. Known transformations include TG, Breast and Ass Expansion, Furrification, Monster-Girl-ification, Shrinking, and Feralization.
Threat Level: Benign. There are very few recorded side effects of Kemono Tea, including an aphrodisiac-like effect in some people. In order for Kemono Tea to be harmful in any way, you would have to drink at least two or three KETTLES worth of the stuff, which would hypothetically turn you into an animal fully. And even then, you would most likely return to normal given a few months or so.
But what kind of drunk idiot would do something like THAT?!
(See "The De Campos Incident" Case File)
Subject: Mei Long, 20, Dragon, F, formerly Min Long, 20, Human, AMAB.
The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.
There is something meditative to the process of brewing tea.
The warm fire of the stove flickering.
The soft popping of water boiling in the kettle.
The misty vapors of steam wafting from the spout.
The aroma of fresh tea bags straight from the box.
And like the process of then steeping tea in the cup, you're left alone with your thoughts. You're forced to let your mind sit and soak. Your thoughts and feelings like tea leaves, settling to the bottom of the cup, letting your mind clear.
Mei Long's mind, however, was anything BUT clear.
She was pacing in the small kitchen of the Dragon's Den tea shop. She tried biting her finger as she was ought to do when stressed, and yelped when her new fangs almost drew blood from the soft skin. Her long snout wrinkled and huffed a puff of smoke in frustration. Her tail, long and thick, tufted with long fur at the end, practically swept the floor in her own uneasiness. Its sway almost dragged her wide, round hips along with it. Every time she rounded a corner, she had to duck her head down lest her new horns slam into a cabinet and take her down with it. Again. Her thighs brushed against each other in ways she wasn't used to, cinched by a tight hobble skirt, each stride highlighting a very noticeable absence between her legs.
She hugged her arms close to her chest. At least, as close as she could manage. Her boobs were so big they barely made it all the way across her torso. It was like hugging two great, weighted pillows underneath her shirt. They bounced and vibrated like gelatin with every movement she made. She couldn't reach for a teacup without the insides of her arms brushing against the soft curve of skin.
What the hell am I going to do now? This isn't the way I'm supposed to be... is it...?
SKRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Mei jumped as the tea kettle announced itself to the room. When the rest of her settled, she sighed and set about pouring hot water into waiting tea cups, careful not to bump them over with the new shelf on her chest.
Less than half an hour ago, she hadn't had boobs. Or horns. Or a tail.
She hadn't been a dragon or a girl.
She hadn't even WORKED here.
She was Min Long, a college student who thought the new pop up tea shop next to his university would be the perfect place to get some studying done.
The Dragon's Den looked pretty accurate to a traditional Chinese Tea Room, Min had to admit. The girls who'd opened it had clearly done their research. Although he definitely wasn't expecting his classmate Amy to be dressed up as a dragon of all things. Maybe it was a promotion for the Year of the Dragon? Her costume was IMMACULATE, though, Min couldn't find a single seam or line as Amy smiled a fanged grin and welcomed him inside.
"Welcome to the Dragon's Den, Min! I remember you from History class! You look like you're here to study, right? I know juuuuust the spot to give you some privacy..." Amy said, her voice friendly, but ever so faintly tinged with mischief. Min could swear her eyes were glowing as she looked him up and down.
She sat Min in a private room, poured him a nice warm cup of Dragonfruit Kemono Tea, and left him to his studies. Min took a nice breathful of steam. It didn't smell like he expected. It was fruity, sure, but also... smelled like campfire. Or the faintest whiff of matchstick smoke he enjoyed after lighting a candle.
He took a sip and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. Sipping turned to gulping. The taste was absolutely intoxicating. It coated his mouth in the soft, sweet tang of dragon fruit, and the boldness of green tea leaves. It was even more invigorating than the energy drinks he sometimes leaned on when he had to cram for exams. A crackling warmth spread from his lips all the way to his toes.
Min tackled his studies with renewed vigor. His brain was suddenly alight. He wasn't just reciting information, he was gaining deep insight into every subject. He flipped through chapter after chapter of thick textbooks, occasionally pulling his phone out to do his own research whenever the subject piqued his curiosity. He consumed knowledge with the same ravenous thirst with which he drank his tea.
By the time he'd finally finished his cup, he'd studied each subject enough to TEACH the class, let alone ace his upcoming exams. He looked at the clock, fully expecting hours to have passed. He was shocked to find it had only been minutes.
This startled him a bit.
That's... not normal.
He sniffed the rim of his cup.
Oh, God, they didn't spike my tea with ritalin or something, did they...?
Min decided that couldn't be the case. For all the strange rumors surrounding the girls of the Phi Epsilon Mu Sorority, they weren't drug dealers, and they'd never go so low as to spike someone's drink. Last semester they even gave out free samples of a special brand of nail polish that changed color if your drink had been dosed with something. And for another thing, Min didn't feel high, he felt focused.
Min scratched his scalp, but winced when his nails dug in much deeper than he'd expected. He looked down at his hands, and was shocked to find ebony black claws poking from his finger tips. Before he could process this change, there was a sharp pain at the corners of his forehead. It felt as if his head was going to split open, or his skull was trying to push it's way outside of his skin. And in a way, it was. Long, curling jade horns grew out of his forehead like bamboo shooting from the ground. There was a great tugging at his ears, and they grew long and pointed, finding new angles to catch sound with. Min's nose snapped, and when his fingers darted towards it, it was rounding out, elongating into a round, thick snout. His jaw and teeth moved in tandem, elongating and angling itself, soft teeth filing into rows of razor sharp fangs. His tongue also lengthened, even longer than his new muzzle, it almost folded in on itself to fit inside the shelter of his mouth.
There was a tik sound. Then another. And another. Min's nose itched as soft golden scales trickled their way across his face and down the full length of his body. Tufts of red and blue-green fur puffed out from his cheeks and dotted his chest and horns. His hair turned a deep shade of burgundy.
Finally, there was bizarre feeling in Min's pants. His spine was trying to poke its way out of his back. Desperately, he loosened his belt, and vertebrae after vertebrae clicked into place as an impossibly long, scaley dragon's tail almost twice the length of his body wrapped around his legs. It plumped up with muscle and fat, and dragged Min with a yelp to the cushioned tea room floor.
Min caught his breath for a moment. He thought surely the changes had run their course.
And then, he felt something else. His face molded into something even more angular, pockets of fat puffing out his cheeks and softening his visage. His eyes fluttered with the weight of thick, dark eyelashes. Something tickled his throat, and when he tried to cough it up, his voice rose an octave with every gasp, his adam's apple whittled down to nothing.
His hair grew down to his back, rolling over his shoulders like a silk scarf. He had to move his bangs from his eyes, and they settled in strands by his cheeks.
His shoulders rolled, cinching closer together, clavicle cracking and resetting. The room grew a few inches taller. His muscles shrank and softened into fine dough. His waist turned in on itself like curves on a kettle with a noticeable snap. Simultaneously his hips spread far and wide with another crack. The new gaps were filled with a wealth of fatty adipose tissue. His thighs became two massively plump pale sausages, and rubbed into each other. His ass grew heavier and heavier, straining against the denim of his tight jeans until...
FFffRRRRIIIIIIPPP!!!
The dragon's face flashed red. He could feel the cold winter air tickle his exposed ass cheeks. His thighs also kissed the evening cold as the side stick fell to his new, feminine curves. He could swear his tail even gained a few extra pounds, too.
All of this new mass in his pants left no legroom for his crotch to breathe. That was, until it started to stiffen. He hissed with embarrassment and pleasure as he suddenly climaxed in his pants, then, like a wet noodle being slurped up, his penis folded itself inside out, becoming her vagina.
Min had come out rather pear shaped and was trying desperately to sit up on strengthened but wobblily legs to get a better look at her new crotch, when a new weight on her chest pulled her right back down into the cushions of her seat.
For a few moments, she couldn't tell where her chest began and the pillows ended. Two massive, meaty dumplings were growing inside her shirt, bursting button after button, until finally, their growth subsided. Min was surprised at just how much she now had to heave herself upright. Her breasts were almost bigger than her head, and they hung heavy from her chest, rising and falling with every panicked, shaky breath she managed.
Somehow, she was sure the changes had stopped. There was no mirror in her room, so she had to clamor for her phone. Her claws clacked against the glass as she opened her camera app and turned it on herself.
Staring back through her screen was not the Min she knew.
Instead, it was an impossibly beautiful, ridiculously curvy dragon girl that would look right at home on the furry forums Min sometimes skimmed in his free time.
She dropped the phone and plopped back onto the seat, hugging herself in denial.
This is impossible. This tea has to be drugged. Shrooms? Some new kind of hallucinogen? But I don't FEEL like I'm hallucinating?
Min pinched her side and winced when it hurt exactly as she'd expected it to.
This all FEELS real... Would I even KNOW if it wasn't though?
Min put her head in her hands, and tried to hold back tears. She was scared, and confused. This was all so sudden. She felt exposed. And yet, somehow... what scared her the most was just how scared she wasn't. Just how fast her heart was beating in spite of her head.
I mean, every guy has wanted to know what it was like to be a girl, right? Dreamed of it, sought after stories about it... Right?
No, Min shook her head. This wasn't normal. THAT wasn't normal. She thought she'd outgrown that old fetish of hers after high school. She'd promised herself she'd focus on her studies instead of wasting time imagining things that could never be. That's why she'd thrown herself so hard into her history major. History wasn't fiction, it was FACT. It only concerned things that HAD happened before, not things that could NEVER happen...
...no matter how much Min might have wanted it to when she was younger...
...no matter how many nights she'd cried herself to sleep wishing on a star she'd wake up different...
Her voice came out, so soft and gentle she almost didn't recognize the words as hers despite speaking them.
"What the hell am I gonna do...? I can't go outside looking like this...?"
There was someone speaking in the other room.
"...oh shit, right, I forgot the tea doesn't change clothes! Uhm, 'Rick 'em, rack 'em, tear that shirt! Stick that girl into a skirt!'"
Min couldn't quite hear what they'd said through the door, but it almost sounded like a cheer of some kind...?
Suddenly, that was the least of her worries, as Min's clothes came alive around her.
Her crisp, white polo bled into a rich red silk shirt. It wrapped itself around her breasts, cupping them in a generous valley of cleavage. The sensation of skin on skin, breast on breast was strange and alien to Min (but stranger still, it was also deeply arousing). There was a near identical feeling below as Min‘s legs were squished together by her tattered jeans twisting into the silk tube of a black hobble skirt. She wobbled for balance when the soles of her sneakers suddenly shot up onto 4 inch spikes. Her new high heels nowhere near made up for the height she‘d lost, and she stumbled to the wall like a newborn fawn in rollerskates. Finally, as if to add a cherry on top of the pie slammed into her face, her hair tied itself up in a bun, and an ornate hair comb slid onto her head.
Min recognized this uniform. It was identical to the one Amy had been wearing, aside from the massive boob window her well endowed build gave her. Speaking of the twin tailed devil, it was just that moment Amy slid into the room.
Min’s heart froze over as Amy locked eyes with her. Her head started spinning. Oh no, oh God, did she recognize her? Would she think she was some kind of pervert for looking like this?
Amy just smiled, seeming surprised. “Oh hey, you’re the new girl we just hired, right? I didn’t think you were back here. What was your name again?”
Min‘s sigh of relief was exceedingly short lived. She’d read enough stories like this to know that arguing would only make her look crazy. She needed a name, and she needed one quick.
It surprised her just how naturally the new name came to her.
”I’m… Mei. Mei Long?”
Amy smiled much more genuinely this time and nodded at her. “Nice to meet you Mei! Gorgeous name, by the way! I’m Amy! Think you could serve the next table for me while I clean up this one? It‘s three Dragonfruit Kemono Teas for table five, please”
Eager for the chance to escape any further questioning, Mei scampered off to the kitchen as fast as her wobbly heels and swishing tail would allow.
And suddenly, there she was, carefully placing three steaming hot cups on a serving tray. Like she‘d seen in movies, she balanced the tray on her shoulders, hoping that by some miracle she wouldn’t be tripped up by the combination of tits, heels, and tail that stood between her and her usual gait.
KLONK!!!
One of her horns connected with the door frame and sent her reeling. A few drops of tea spilled on the tray, but Mei managed to recover without falling full dragon ass over tea kettle.
Horns. Right. Tits, tail, heels, and HORNS.
Like an amateur acrobat on stilts, Mei waddled her way out into the tea shop.
Table five wasn’t too hard to find. It was the only table with three people, after all, three rowdy boys Mei recognized from the nearby Alpha Psi frat. Mei took a deep breath, and moved forward, plastering a perfectly placid customer service smile on her lips.
“Three Dragonfruit Kemono Teas…” Mei said, her voice placative and demure. She moved fast, tea cups clacking in front of them with alarming speed, before turning tail and making her way back to the kitchen, tray squeezed firmly against her generous chest. Mei knew better than to hang around the Alpha Psi boys for too long, and that was when she was a boy. She was a girl now, too. She had to be even more careful around boys like them.
A girl now, too....
The thought steeped in Mei's mind.
She could feel the eyes of the men in the tea shop on her. Scanning every inch of her skin that wasn't covered in cloth. She knew there was danger there. Being objectified like that, idolized for what she could do for them, not for who she was.
And yet, guiltily... she also kind of enjoyed the attention, in a sad, twisted manner. When she was a boy, no one even noticed she was there. She'd blend into the crowd, disappear completely into a sea of faces. Knowing people were attracted to her, even if that carried insult and danger, was flattering in a sick kind of way.
Plus... however negative, however sexist, they were looking at her like she was a GIRL, and treating (or mis-treating) her as such.
Mei's stomach turned. Am I even worthy of being a girl? Is that something you have to be worthy of? Is it wrong that I want the good and bad of it? All of it? Is it selfish? Sexist? Perverted even...?
Mei swerved away from the kitchen. She returned to the tiny back room Amy had just finished cleaning, and closed the door behind her to catch her breath.
Mei sat her already cushioned bottom on the soft couch and took some deep breaths.
Do I want this? Do I want this for the right reasons? Are there even right and wrong reasons for wanting to live a certain way...?
Mei unclasped her shirt and pulled her skirt down, taking a good long look at her new, naked body.
She reached a hand across her chest and hefted one of her breasts up. It was soft, and warm, and achingly sensitive. It squished like marshmallow around her fingers. It felt strange, and foreign... but it also felt RIGHT.
She turned her attention downward. It was embarrassing, but she had to move her chest out of the way to get a better look at her new equipment. Her fingers ever so gently caressed the lips of her new vagina. There was a twang of pleasure, eager, and inviting her to explore even further. A roiling heat burned in her stomach, begging to be fed.
But then, another thought occurred. Mei put a hand on her plush stomach, and her eyes felt a little wet.
I could be a mother now.
She could picture it. Finding the right, special someone. It surprised her just how fast, just how readily she accepted the attraction to men she had denied herself for so long. But she was... incomplete then. Now she wasn't.
The fantasy continued. Settling down. Watching her stomach grow with the miracle of life. Giving birth. Raising a child, or children. Being called "Mommy"...
She hated herself. She hated just how much she wanted it all. And she hated herself for hating herself. But she was scared. Scared that she didn't want it for the right reasons. Scared she would be no damn good as a mother, make the same mistakes hers had, or worse. Scared she was somehow fetishizing the miracle of motherhood. Scared she was underestimating just how much hard work it took to raise a child.
She rubbed her eyes dry with the palms of her hands. She scolded the sea of angry voices in her skull.
Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK. YOU. It's MY body now. It's MY choice. Whatever that tea, or this tea shop did to me, this is all mine now, I can live however the hell I choose to.
I'm Mei. No one else has any damn right to tell me how to live my life. Or how to be a girl.
She almost stood up to get back to work, some semblance of obligation at the back of her mind, but the heat, the hunger in her stomach was still very much there. She sighed, and smiled, and sat back down.
A quick look around to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed.
A clawed finger, tentatively slipped in between her folds.
Then two fingers, plunged greedily inside of herself.
They curled up inside of her, dragging against every glorious nerve, popping pleasure like fireworks.
In the next room, she heard Amy or another waitress setting a kettle onto the stove.
It was perfect. She focused on the boiling sounds, her pelvis rocking to a rhythm.
Faster and faster.
Harder and harder.
Her tongue lolled. It reached far longer than it should have as she panted for more air, hot wet steam wafting from her feverish skin burning the cool winter air.
Closer, and closer now.
Her plump thighs writhed, wiggled, and wormed around her hand with delight. She wanted to wrap them around her mystery partner, her mysterious future special someone, and tell him to cum inside her. Order it. Demand it.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
"HaH-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHN!!!"
Mei wasn't just lucky. She'd been careful to time her orgasm to the sound of the kettle screaming. Her inner thighs were wet, and dripping. Mei heaved deep, greedy breathes as her muscles relaxed in the afterglow. She was so hot and bothered that the steam almost made her look like she was breathing fire.
Footsteps drawing near.
Mei tried to clean herself up, but couldn't work around her chest fast enough.
Amy caught her with her pants down.
"FUCK that was FAST- I mean, s-sorry! I didn't know you were..." Amy turned away, at best to give her some privacy. At worst... Mei worried she was disgusted with her.
Mei was suddenly disgusted with herself.
She covered herself as best she could, and cringed, face warm, eyes wet.
"F-Fuck, I'm... I'm so so sorry Amy, I just... fuck, I really am a pervert, aren't I...?" Mei grimaced, holding herself close.
Amy was taken aback by this.
"Wait... pervert? M-Min, you're not a... oh shit-" Amy's hands slapped to her mouth.
Mei's ears were to quick for her.
"Wait... did you just call me... you KNEW?!"
Amy sighed and sat down next to her.
"Y-Yeah, I knew. Didn't mean to deadname you there, that was my bad. And uh, extra sorry for all the, uh, gaslighting. I just figured I'd have a little fun and tease you a bit before coming clean. I mean, it's not every day I get an Egg to crack all my myself..." Amy chuckled to herself.
"An... Egg?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry, an Egg is what we call a girl who doesn't KNOW she's a girl yet. Y'know... girls like you."
Mei's heart skipped a beat.
She was a girl. She really WAS supposed to be a girl. This was... normal? And more importantly...
"You mean, there are more of us?" Mei asked, hopeful.
"Oh, yeah, TOTALLY! Phi Epsilon Mu is FULL of trans girls! My girlfriend Sally is a trans girl. And, uh, well, I kinda, sort of, might have maybe been a little bit of an egg too..." Amy admitted with slight embarrassment.
"Wait, YOU used to be a BOY?!" Mei's head was spinning again. Amy was, like, a QUINTESSENTIAL girl in her eyes. And she used to be...?
"Ew, GROSS, FUCK NO, I was NEVER one of THEM..." Amy said, scrunching her nose and sticking out her tongue in disgust. "But, unfortunately, I used to LOOK like one of them, until Mrs. Alcott saved me..."
"Mrs... Who?"
"I can explain more later. The gist of it is, I'm a witch. We're all witches at Phi Epsilon Mu. It's our Coven."
"So... you used magic to turn me into a dragon girl?"
"Oh no, that was all the tea! The tea that turns you into a furry!"
"Wait, the tea turned me into a furry AND a girl?"
"What, like it's unbelievable that it can do BOTH?"
"It's unbelievable that it can do EITHER, to be completely honest..."
"And yet, here you are, and you look GORGEOUS, by the way. No, I only cast a spell to change your clothes, obviously the tea couldn't do THAT, haha."
"Right. Obviously. The tea that turns you into a furry and a girl but still can't change your clothes to fit..."
"Don't get smart with me, Mei, I can still turn you into a newt."
"With the tea?"
"No, you'd have to drink like, five gallons of that stuff, I meant with MAGIC, duh. We're just using the tea because it saves us on mana."
"WHAT ARE THE RULES, HERE?!?!?"
"Hah. You and Mrs. Alcott would get along great. How about we finish this shift and I'll let her explain everything to you? Plus, you can see those Phi Alpha goons freak out when the tea turns them into lizards." Amy stood up, her smile crooked with mischief, and held out a hand to Mei.
Mei chuckled to herself, smiling back, and took it.
"Here's to one CRAZY New Year."
From the desk of
Mira Alcott
Head-Mistress of Transformations
(Special thanks to VTSparks for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of my Patrons for your support!)
Happy New Year Everyone!!!
Comments
Smoke Midlands
A Song of Mice and Fire
Lucia
Aww this is cute
Emma
Your balance between wholesome trans validation and steamy NSFW is always perfect. I love the little character moments of them coming to terms with being okay with being a girl. Just phenomenal.
Ice rock bug Night
can you do the other 10 because I don't want to wait ten more New Years and can you do the zodiac stars
Corozaki
Amazing pic, can’t wait to see the comic, btw, should the before tf adventurer be a monster tamer, and after TF be a human “recruiter?”
MitchellTF
"The Tea that Makes you Super Horny and cum a lot."
