Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the blue mist vanished, leaving only a lingering sense of disorientation in its wake. Silence hung between us, thick and awkward, as we both stood frozen in pce, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The soft hum of the air, the eerie glow that had surrounded us—gone, as if nothing had ever happened at all.

  I gnced over at Bke, unsure whether I was supposed to say something, anything to break the stillness. But she just stood there, staring at the empty space around us, her expression unreadable.

  “What the fuck was that?” Bke finally asked, her voice breaking the silence with a sharp edge of disbelief.

  I blinked, still feeling a little dazed by the whole thing. "Do you think it was... the magic fog or whatever?" I asked, my voice sounding uncertain even to me. It felt ridiculous, but given everything we had just seen, it didn't seem entirely impossible.

  Bke looked herself over, a slight frown creasing her forehead. "Do I look any different? Have I got fur or anything?" she asked, her hands brushing over her arms as if to check for any sudden changes.

  I shook my head, half-ughing, half-shrugging it off. "Nah. You look like the same useless lesbian I’ve known my whole life."

  Bke’s lips twitched into that familiar mischievous grin. "Yeah, and you still look like the same clueless dolt I’ve known my whole life."

  We both stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of the bizarre encounter. I felt an odd sense of relief, even though the weird mist had felt so charged with energy, like it was waiting for something to happen. But here we were, standing perfectly normal—except, of course, for the fact that our reality had just been completely upended in a matter of seconds.

  Still, nothing had really changed. Right?

  I gnced at Bke again. “What do you think it was? Some kind of prank?”

  She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “A prank that makes the air glow and feels like it could fuck with our entire existence? Yeah, right.” Her tone was sarcastic, but I could tell she wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t something out of our control.

  “Well, whatever it was, at least we’re still in one piece, right?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

  Bke swallowed hard, her eyes flicking over herself one st time as if expecting something to change at the st second. “Uh, yeah. Wow. Well… at least we look the same as usual, right?”

  I nodded, but there was a strange weight in my chest. A feeling I wasn’t expecting. Disappointment.

  Wait—why was I disappointed?

  I shook it off, forcing a sigh and stretching out my arms like I was shaking away the tension. “Yeah. Right.” The words felt a little hollow, but I wasn’t about to unpack that mess right now. “I’ll get started on dinner then, yeah?”

  “Sure. I’m gonna look more into this,” Bke said, already pulling out her phone again, her brows furrowed.

  I made something simple—a quick curry, nothing fancy. The kind of meal I’d made a thousand times before. Usually, I’d hum or put on some background noise while cooking, but tonight, I worked in near silence. The whole thing with the mist lingered at the back of my mind, a nagging little voice whispering that maybe we should be more worried. More something.

  Bke barely looked up from her phone as she ate, occasionally muttering something under her breath about forum posts, conflicting reports, and specution from supposed "experts." I didn’t have much to say, and honestly, neither did she. For all the weirdness of the day, we were both too drained to freak out properly.

  After dinner, exhaustion hit me like a freight train. A heavy, bone-deep tiredness that made every movement sluggish. I chalked it up to the sheer mental overload of the day—because what the hell even happened today?

  And yet, that stupid little kernel of disappointment was still there, buried beneath the exhaustion. Like some part of me had wanted the mist to do something. Like it would’ve been better than just… staying the same.

  Not that it would have mattered. Not like I’d suddenly look better or anything. I’d still have the same body—just with some extra features to make it a different kind of gross.

  I didn’t let my thoughts linger on that any longer. I went through my usual bedtime routine on autopilot, barely paying attention as I brushed my teeth, changed into my pajamas, and crawled under the bnkets.

  The second my head hit the pillow, sleep swallowed me whole.

  When I woke up, it felt like I’d been fttened by a freight train. No—several freight trains, one after the other, just to make sure I really got the message. Every muscle in my body ached like I’d run a marathon in my sleep, and shifting even slightly sent dull throbs of soreness rolling through me.

  I let out a groggy groan and tried to roll over, but something felt off. My body wasn’t lying the way it should have been—there was more of me, somehow, and my feet weren’t even on the bed anymore. I blinked blearily at the ceiling before forcing myself upright, wincing as I pushed through the aches.

  And that’s when I saw them.

  Two enormous, heavy mounds rested on my chest, pressing down with a weight I definitely wasn’t used to. My breath caught in my throat. They were round, soft, and—holy shit—they were attached to me.

  My heart smmed against my ribs. My hands shot up before I could even think, grabbing onto them—and oh fuck, they were real. Warm, heavy, and sensitive. My fingers sank in slightly, and a shudder rippled through me.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Panic surged through my veins as I scrambled, trying to push myself up further, but the motion made them bounce, and that was an entirely new kind of horrifying. I sucked in a sharp breath, my brain short-circuiting.

  What the hell happened to me?

  My… my breasts were massive—so big they made the average pornstar look like they needed a push-up bra. The sheer size of them sent another jolt of disbelief through me, but when I reached up again, fingers trembling, they were undeniably real. Warm. Soft. Heavy beyond reason.

  I squeezed, just to make sure, and a sudden, low moan slipped past my lips.

  I froze. Then gasped. Then gasped again.

  “What the fuck?” My voice came out high-pitched, soft, and unmistakably feminine.

  That shouldn’t have been possible. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath quick and uneven as I ran my hands over my skin. It was smooth. Softer than it had ever been in my life.

  I needed to get up—needed to see just how deep this went—but the moment I tried to sit up, I realized just how much weight I was working against. My whole body screamed in protest, aching from whatever transformation I had gone through, and these things on my chest weren’t exactly helping. It was like trying to do a sit-up with two powerlifting ptes strapped to me.

  I groaned and gave up on sitting straight up, rolling onto my side instead. Even that was a challenge. My ridiculous, oversized tits shifted with me, dragging along my torso, making every movement feel so much. With a strained grunt, I finally managed to push myself upright.

  And then I felt it.

  The heavy weight of my tits resting on my fucking p.

  I stared. Just—stared. My mind completely bnked out for a second. That… that shouldn’t have been possible. That was physically ridiculous.

  And yet, here I was.

  But something else was off. The soft undersides of my breasts were pressing against something weird in my p. I frowned and tried to peer over them, but that turned out to be another impossible task—so I grabbed them, lifting them up and to the side, and finally looked down.

  My legs—

  Were covered in fur.

  A shaggy, light brown coat ran up to my mid-thighs, blending into my smooth, insanely soft-looking skin. It was like I was wearing thigh-high boots made out of my own damn body. And my feet—

  No. Not feet.

  Hooves.

  Big, sturdy, massive hooves.

  I stared at them, my breath coming out in short, sharp pants. My hands ran up my thighs, over the soft fur, tracing the divide between it and my bare skin. It felt… right. Natural, somehow.

  And then I noticed something else.

  I couldn’t see my old parts.

  My breath hitched. A frantic kind of excitement swelled in my chest as I spread my thighs apart, reaching down—

  Where my cock should have been, there was… nothing.

  No, not nothing.

  A plump, smooth, perfect pussy sat between my legs, the soft folds nestled there like they’d always been. Like they were meant to be there.

  I exhaled, shuddering. My heart flipped in my chest, pounding like a drum.

  This was… this was real.

  And it was kind of amazing.

  A shiver ran through me as I stared down at my new body, my fingers twitching as I resisted the urge to explore every inch of it right then and there. My skin was so soft—even the parts that weren’t covered in that plush, golden-brown fur. My thighs, my belly, my arms—everything felt delicate but thick, like I’d been sculpted to be both strong and absurdly, overwhelmingly feminine.

  And my breasts—gods, my fucking breasts. They weighed on me, pressing into my p with a comforting, impossible heaviness. My nipples were stiff, tingling against the torn remnants of my destroyed pajama top, which had barely survived the transformation. Fabric hung off me in tatters, barely covering anything, my entire frame now so much rger than before.

  I swallowed, heart pounding. This is real. This is real. This is real.

  I should have been panicking. I should have been screaming, hyperventiting, checking for some way to fix this.

  But instead, I felt… good. Too good.

  I ran a hand down my stomach, trailing over the curve of my waist, past my hips, down to my thick, plush thighs, reveling in how different everything was. I squeezed, just to be sure. A soft gasp left my lips. Holy shit, I’m soft.

  I had always hated my body before—hated the roughness of my skin, the broad, awkward frame, the way I had to force myself to ignore what was between my legs. But now?

  Now I felt right.

  My hands trembled as I reached behind myself, trying to sit up fully. As soon as I did, I felt something move. Something new. Something attached to me.

  I twisted around, gncing over my shoulder—

  And there it was.

  A tail.

  A long, thick tail, covered in the same soft fur as my legs with a fluffy tip on the end, flicking against the bed slightly as if testing itself for the first time. The sheer reality of it made me gasp all over again, my ears flicking—wait. My ears?

  I reached up, hesitantly patting my head, and sure enough—no human ears. Instead, I found two rge, floppy, velvet-soft cow ears.

  I let out a breathless ugh.

  “Oh… holy fuck.”

  This was really happening.

  I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but every inhale just made me more aware of my new body. The weight of my chest, the plushness of my thighs, the sheer size of me now. My tail twitched behind me, brushing against the sheets, and I shivered at the strange but not unpleasant sensation.

  I reached up again, feeling over my hair—so much thicker, heavier, and longer than before. It was soft, but shaggy, almost like fur. My fingers bumped into something solid, and my stomach flipped.

  Horns. I have fucking horns.

  I ran my hands over them, tracing their thick, ridged surface. They were huge, easily thicker than my wrists at the base, curving up and out from my head. I had to spread my fingers wide just to grasp around them.

  I needed to see this.

  With a deep breath, I pnted my hands firmly at my sides and pushed off the bed. My body protested—aching muscles, the sheer bulk of my new frame making everything feel different—but I powered through it. My hooves hit the floor with a solid clop, the unfamiliar sound sending a thrill through me.

  Then I rose.

  And rose.

  And rose.

  My head kept going up, my perspective shifting higher than it ever had before. My heart pounded as I looked down—my bed was lower, the furniture smaller, everything suddenly felt so far away.

  I’m tall. I’m really fucking tall.

  I took a step forward, and my bance wobbled for a moment. My new weight, my swaying chest, the way my hips shifted—it was all so different. But my legs were strong. I adjusted quickly, my tail flicking instinctively to steady me.

  My breath came fast, excitement buzzing through me as I turned toward the mirror across the room.

  I had to see.

  I took a deep breath, excitement coursing through me as I staggered toward the mirror, my hooves ccking against the floor with every step. My chest felt heavy, but in the best way—like every part of me had gained something, something more. More of everything.

  When I finally reached the mirror, I hesitated for just a moment. Then I looked up.

  The reflection staring back at me was… stunning.

  I was huge. I hadn’t expected this. My body was thick, plush, round in all the right ways. The curves of my hips and thighs were exaggerated, soft and soft in a way that was almost breathtaking. My breasts, still ridiculously rge, sat heavily on my chest, and I couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp. They jutted out like two firm, full pillows, looking oversized even on my new frame. Even more noticeable was the weight I’d gained. The roundness of my stomach, the softness in my legs, my ass—it was all so full, so complete.

  I reached down, feeling the soft, plush flesh of my belly, the weight of my hips and thighs. My fingers sunk into the softness of my new form. The way I felt now was so different. It wasn’t just bigger—it was fuller, richer, more luxurious. My body looked like it belonged in a plush, cozy world where everything was designed for comfort.

  Weirdly enough, I loved it.

  I couldn’t help but admire myself, the little giggle escaping my lips before I could even stop it.

  “Look at me,” I whispered to myself, bovine-like eyes gleaming. “I’m adorable.”

  There was something undeniably cute about me now. I was thick in all the right pces—my hips swelled out, my ass rounding into a generous curve. Even my face seemed softer, more feminine in a way that was... charming.

  I giggled again, pcing my hands on my hips as I stared at the reflection, turning this way and that. My tail swayed behind me, almost like it was enjoying this just as much as I was.

  “Holy shit, I’m adorable,” I murmured to myself. The weight, the fullness, felt so right.

  But even as I reveled in the newfound delight of my appearance, something else clicked. This transformation wasn’t just superficial. I had gained so much weight—more than I’d ever imagined—and everything felt more solid, more real. This body felt like it was made for more than just existing. I was meant to be seen, to take up space, to command attention.

  I smiled. There was no shame in it. No doubt. I was bigger, stronger, and damn it, I was cute.

  And for once in my life, I didn’t mind the extra weight. It felt like it was all part of me now, part of this new, amazing self.

  As I admired myself in the mirror, the sudden sound of a cry pierced the air. A cry I instantly recognized as Bke’s.

  "Bke?" My heart skipped, and a rush of concern hit me like a freight train. Without thinking, I started to move toward her room—well, tried to. My new form made things feel... different.

  Each step was slower, more deliberate. My body felt heavier than before, like every part of me had grown thicker, fuller, and more grounded in the world. The weight in my chest and hips was substantial, and I had to pause for a moment, feeling that ache in my muscles that screamed for me to take it slow.

  After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the door to Bke’s room, my hooves clicking softly against the floor as I leaned against the doorframe. My eye level was now level with the top of it. I was not used to being this tall.

  "Bke?" I called out, my hand trembling slightly as I knocked on the door. My voice sounded so much higher than before, almost musical, the pitch and tone foreign to me. It was strange, hearing myself speak like that—soft, almost melodic. A voice I didn’t recognize as my own. I felt a twinge of self-consciousness, but I pushed it away. There was no time for that. I had more important things to focus on right now. “Are you okay?”

  A moment of silence passed, then I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a curse from behind the door. “Who the fuck—Avery? Is that you?”

  “Umm, yeah.” I said anxiously, my palms sweaty. What would Bke think of me now? Would she think I was a freak? I mean, I definitely felt like one. My proportions were... ridiculous. Every curve, every change, felt exaggerated, extreme even. I couldn’t help but notice the weight of my chest pressing against my body, and I caught myself shifting uncomfortably. But strangely, I couldn't bring myself to hate it. I didn’t know how to feel, but I sure as hell didn’t hate it.

  There was a pause, and then Bke’s voice came again, ced with disbelief. “Holy fuck, okay. Uhh, that blue mist, I guess... did change us then.”

  "Us?" I asked, confused, before I could stop myself. I opened my mouth to say more, but the door swung open with a loud creak, and... well, it was still Bke.

  But she had gone through her own transformation.

  Bke stood there in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her jaw sck. The Bke I knew was still there, but she was... different. She was taller now, her body rippling with newfound muscle, giving her an imposing presence. Her hair had grown longer, a cascade of dark strands with a metallic sheen, like molten metal catching the light. The transformation had made her features more striking—sharp, angur, and unmistakably draconic.

  Her skin was smoother now, but covered with a tough, protective yer of scales. The greenish scales shimmered with an iridescent glow, their surface gleaming in the light. The scales were most prominent on her arms, forming a thick, armor-like pattern that extended down her hands, which now ended in sharp, jagged cws, capable of tearing through almost anything. The same scaled texture covered her legs, trailing down to her feet, where her cws were just as pronounced and intimidating. As she flexed, the scales caught the light, gleaming with an almost molten glow, adding to the raw, primal power she now exuded. She looked like she could rip through stone with a single swipe of her cws.

  Her eyes had changed too, glowing with a fierce reptilian amber light, sharp and predatory, scanning me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. The moment she opened her mouth, I saw the fangs—prominent, sharp, like something that could rip through the toughest meat with ease. Her jawline was more pronounced now, matching the angur ferocity of her new features.

  Her horns were the next feature I noticed. They rose from the top of her head, just behind her ears, curving back like the sharp, deadly tips of a ram's horns. The horns had a rough, jagged texture, their surface a deep, dark green that seemed to catch the light in a way that made them look even more menacing. They were thick at the base, growing thinner as they spiraled upward, twisting with a natural elegance that contrasted with their intimidating appearance. They weren’t just for show—they looked like they could be used for defense, or even to tear through anything standing in her way.

  Bke blinked a few times, still processing my transformation. “Holy fucking tits... Avery?” Her voice trembled slightly as she looked me over. "Is that you?"

  I nodded shyly, unsure how I looked with all my new height. I was easily over a foot taller than my best friend now, and I felt a bit self-conscious about it. Especially since I caught her eyes lingering on my chest. I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

  “Umm, my eyes are up here?” I said quietly, gncing down at her.

  Bke’s gaze snapped up to meet mine, but she didn’t say anything right away. She just blinked, taking in the full scope of my transformation. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but she trailed off into silence, looking flustered.

  “It’s kinda hard when….” Bke faltered, her eyes darting back down for just a second. I couldn’t help but shift awkwardly under her gaze.

  I stared at her for a moment, the silence between us growing a little thicker. "Uhh, Bke?"

  She blinked rapidly, snapping out of her trance. “What?”

  "You all good?" I asked, half concerned, half unsure if this was a dream or not.

  "Oh, no, not at all, thanks for asking!" She said cheerfully, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

  “Does everything everywhere hurt for you too?” I asked, feeling a mix of concern and curiosity. It wasn’t just my body that felt different; it felt like I had been put through some sort of transformation grinder.

  "Fuck yes it does. I feel like I need to down a whole packet of painkillers. My back feels like it’s been bent in five different directions. Fuck, those tits are massive." Bke winced as she shifted her weight, clearly uncomfortable.

  “Yeah.” I blushed even harder, feeling my face warm at the reminder of my own drastic changes. “Umm, they don’t look bad on me, right?” I asked nervously, suddenly second-guessing everything.

  Bke didn’t seem to hesitate for a second. "Avery, my dumb little egg, I am straining very hard, in more ways than one, not to pounce you right now and do violent things to those udders." Her voice was teasing but ced with a serious undercurrent of lust.

  My heart skipped a beat at her words, unsure whether I should be mortified or fttered. Probably a little of both.

  “More ways than one?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I couldn’t help but be curious about what she meant, especially since she was still fidgeting uncomfortably, and there was something in her tone that hinted at a whole different kind of transformation.

  Bke looked at me, an awkward chuckle escaping her lips. “Uhh, got a few new additions that I wouldn’t have expected.” She shifted again, gncing down at herself, clearly unsure of how to put it into words.

  I blinked, my curiosity piqued. “What kind of additions?”

  Bke hesitated for a moment, gncing around as though she was trying to figure out how to expin without sounding completely ridiculous. "Well… let’s just say, it’s not just my horns that grew." She awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, a nervous ugh escaping her as she shifted again, trying to adjust herself in the oversized clothes.

  I tilted my head. “What do you mean?” I pressed, now more confused than ever.

  Her eyes darted down briefly, before snapping back to mine. "Let’s just say… I’m very well equipped. Got a little something between my legs that wasn’t there before. And it’s definitely not human-sized.” She flushed as she spoke, clearly both uncomfortable and trying to make light of it. “Or shaped.”

  “Can I see?” I asked before realising what I just asked. I flushed a bright red and stammered. “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean—”

  Bke’s breathing became heavier, more boured. “You should find something you can wear.” She said quickly. I’m going to do the same. I got way bigger and bulkier. Fuck Avery, look at these muscles!”

  Bke flexed her bicep and I practically drooled. Oh no, I actually drooled. I quickly wiped my mouth and nodded. “You look jacked.”

  “Fuck yeah I do Aves. Okay. Clothing now. Lose our shit ter.” She said Hurriedly before closing the door in my face. I blinked and then sighed.

  Bke's words still echoed in my head as the door smmed shut, leaving me standing there for a moment, blinking. Honestly, how was I supposed to find something that fit me now? I couldn't shake the realization that nothing in my wardrobe was going to accommodate my new, ridiculous proportions.

  I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. How the hell was I supposed to dress now? Everything about me felt bigger, thicker, heavier. I wasn't sure how I felt about it yet, but I couldn't ignore how massive my breasts were now, especially considering I hadn't had them before. I'd always worn boring men's clothes, not a single thing to support or hug the curves that never existed.

  I sighed again. There was no way my usual baggy shirts were going to fit me now. I didn’t own a bra; not that any bra would fit me. Now, I couldn’t even imagine squeezing my chest into the old shirts I used to wear. I’d be lucky if I could get them past my chest, let alone stomach or waist.

  I shuffled to my room, each step feeling heavier with the newfound weight. It was going to take a while to get used to this body. As I entered my room, I couldn't help but feel the irony in it all. There I was, with nothing in my closet that even remotely fit. I stared at the shelves for a moment, considering what the hell I was supposed to do now. Maybe there was something that could stretch, but... I seriously doubted it.

  Next, I had to get my arms in the sleeves. That part was a bit easier, but the fabric still stretched uncomfortably over my soft, newfound biceps. It was tight, but it went on, just barely. I paused for a second, inspecting my reflection, wondering if I looked as ridiculous as I felt.

  But now came the true test: my chest. I pulled the shirt down, hoping it would cover everything, but it barely reached my midsection. My breasts—well, my massive, full breasts—had no chance of being properly contained by this shirt. I tugged the fabric lower, but it barely covered them at all. There was a generous amount of underboob showing, and my soft, plush belly was completely exposed. The fabric pulled tightly, almost suffocating around the curves of my body, struggling to contain the soft, new weight I carried.

  I tugged at the bottom of the shirt, trying to pull it lower, but it just wouldn’t cooperate. It was like trying to fit a boulder into a shoe. The fabric only went so far before it stretched to its limit, leaving more of me exposed than covered.

  Then came the worst part: trying to get anything on my lower half. I grabbed a pair of briefs, hoping they’d be a simple solution. But when I tried to pull them up, my thighs—thicker than they'd ever been before—stopped the fabric cold. I shoved my foot in, trying to get one leg through, but the moment I pulled the fabric up, I heard the telltale snap of the estic giving way. The fabric shredded in my hands, and I was left holding a useless pile of cloth. My thighs were thicker than my torso had been before the change.

  This wasn’t going to work. I’m going to need everything tailor-made.

  I stood there for a moment, staring at the pieces of destroyed clothing scattered around me. I was at a loss for what to do. The full weight of my situation hit me all at once, and tears began to well up in my eyes. I didn’t even try to stop them; the frustration was overwhelming.

  I had no clothes that fit. Not one thing that could even come close to fitting the person I had become. I could barely recognize myself. My body had changed so drastically, and while I didn’t hate it—hell, I kinda liked how I looked now—it felt like my life had been taken from me.

  I had friends, a family, a whole life. I had university to attend, and I couldn’t even imagine walking back onto campus like this. Who would recognize me? Who would accept me like this? I wasn’t just different—I was unrecognizable.

  In one fell swoop, I’d gone from a dopey-looking guy to... a giant, curvy cow. It felt like everything I knew was slipping away, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  I sat on the floor, surrounded by the remains of clothes that would never fit me again, and just let the tears fall.

  SupernovaSymphony