Authored by MilkJunkie

A Nerts commission

Magical amulets, old, dusty tomes, and enchanted treasures ahoy!

A literal treasure-trove laid waiting. It wasn’t hidden in an old tomb or crumbled ruins, guarded by traps or magical constructs to protect them… and such was a shame. Instead the treasures were simply discarded by the magicians who resided in an old tower, secluded to their studies of the arcane arts. A dark, lonely storeroom was the vault they rest in, and no one really considered them to be treasures… just discarded trinkets. But there was money to be had in such things; some men knew this more than others.

Nerts was one such man. He had a knack for spotting shiny objects, and a talent in liberating them from the imprisonment of owners who wouldn’t sell them. He had made for the arcane storage room as soon as he had been tipped off at the mere possibility that something of value could be hidden there – and he wasn’t disappointed. He had opened the only window looking into the room from the outside after scaling three stories of the outside wall. Perched in the ceil, he could see no traps, no runes etched into the ground that might trigger magical spells, and no guards – thus nothing to keep him from whatever prizes he could carry out of the dusty old room.

The shark thief vaulted into the room and landed silently. None of his clothes would get caught on anything in his descent, as the whole ‘cloak and dagger’ look never suited him. Instead of going for flowing, concealing capes and hoods, Nerts dressed a little more constricting so that he needn’t worry about any loose fabric. His pants were perhaps his most loose of apparel, marked with greens and browns to help camouflage him during any attempts to flee into the woods. What made them so loose was the sheer number of pockets they had. His belt had a suitable number of pouches and places to fasten things as well, and even his leather chest-piece had harnesses on it for attaching things like weapons or heavier treasure. In the profession of item liberation, one needed all the pockets and containers they could get!

His boots were light and barely made a sound as he walked, and a headband kept his shaggy black hair away from his eyes so he could see. Reaching into one of the pouches on his belt, he produced a small crystal that, when struck upon any surface, lit up brilliantly like a lantern. He used this light to size up all the objects tucked away in the room, and there sure were a lot!

There were shelves lined with books that Nerts would look at first. Being well around six feet tall, he could reach fairly high up the stacks to pluck books off the shelves. Many of the books were just spells and etchings of magical symbols that the shark couldn’t make heads or tails of. Still, he plucked one up and tucked it into a sleeve attached to his belt. It was a little weighty, but the leather book binding kept it secure, and it would only tap against his thigh as he moved about the room. Next were literal barrels full of jewelry.

Barrels! Big containers that could have been used as wine caskets, just teeming with glittering goodies for any good thief. Nerts thought himself to be a good thief, and thus they were ripe for the taking. He was careful to approach the barrels – any noise, be it footfalls too loud on the stone floor, or one knocked over item – could have drawn the attention of the mages in the tower, and nobody wanted that. Once upon the barrel though he grabbed the side as if he were looking into a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Beautiful sapphires, vibrant rubies, and the most glorious of emeralds… each ring, necklace and armlet was decorated with the most pristine of gemstones! They would fetch a fine price indeed.

The shark stuffed his pouches as full as he could of trinkets and jewelry that he would examine later to determine their exact quality. But the best thing about stealing accessories was that he didn’t need to only use pouches – he could wear some too! He slipped one pendant around his neck that seemed to have a charm made of petrified tree sap. The amber necklace was a beautiful orange; though there was no doubt in his mind that whatever the quality of the sap could have been was lost on him… he’d simply have to find a really good fence.

From there, Nerts made his way around the old store room carefully. Ever on his toes, he came across strange objects and trinkets he couldn’t ever have hoped to lift and bring with him, such as entire pieces of furniture. He was able to stuff his bag full of unmarked potions, and snag a few scrolls as well before he determined it was probably time to go. The store room was a curious place, but he didn’t have the liberty of time.

It was around the time he passed by a strange artifact known as the “weighted companion cube” according to its plaque that he knew he had been afflicted by a spell.

There was a tingly feeling like when someone would offer a scalp massage. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling amongst the top of someone’s head that most people liked an awful lot. To be affected by a spell was to feel that sensation all over one’s body. That in itself wouldn’t sound so bad if it wasn’t also being able to feel it in each of your organs. When your liver tingled like that, the feeling was almost nauseating. It was brief and washed over Nerts in a sort of wave from his hair to his toes. It made him shiver, and it made him worry.

Rather than dwell too heavily on it, the thief made for his exit. The window he had entered from was fairly high off the ground, but he could have jumped to reach it. It was only part-way there though that the effects of his bewitchment began to take their toll. Another tingling jolt ran down his body, seemingly echoed by the beating of his own heart, and the sensation made his legs tremble and turn to putty. He fell to his knees and tried his hardest to keep his bearings and carry on his way, but the feeling returned double-strong as he tried to gather himself, making him fall to the floor.

It intensified too quickly. Nerts moaned in spite of the alarm, the warm tingles centering on many areas of his body. If his eyes weren’t closed so tightly he would have been able to notice the glow of the amber pendant he wore, and perhaps more-so the effects it had on his body. His leather vestments were becoming tighter as his chest’s mass began to increase. His breasts rounded out and filled the tightly-tied vest, straining in a pinch against the drawstrings at the open collar. He was developing obvious female attributes, from his head to his toes.

What a strange curse it was, making his pants fit tighter. His pelvis shifted, the warm tingles accompanied by mild pain as his bone structure gained the slight differences a woman’s would have compared to his normal male skeleton. The waist of his pants dug into his smooth gray flesh as his hips widened, and the slack around his thighs grew slim as they thickened into a more matronly shape. His features, with his screwed brow and tightly clenched eyes, grew softer. His jaw was less defined, his cheeks a little less noticeable, and his hair was getting steadily longer. He hardly noticed any of these changes as they washed over his body, including the total and absolute change of his gender.

When the feeling washed away, Nerts was left panting on the floor. The shark’s body was different, and it was only a few moments before… she sat up and began to inspect herself. Just as she feared, any indication that she was once male had disappeared. She had no male genitals to speak of, and the gasp at this realization was very female, surprising enough that Nerts clamped a hand over her mouth.

“W… What the heck?!” She shout-whispered to herself, “What kind of curse is this?!”

The first thought that went through her mind was “how am I going to fix this?” Then something along the lines of how she might hide her identity while pawning off the very item that transformed her. If nothing else, Nerts was a dedicated thief – she wasn’t about to let something like a total physical and hormonal reversal put a dent in her coffers.

She was feeling off… climbing to the high-up window simply wasn’t going to happen with the same dexterity she usually exhibited. With quick thinking, she started to move objects to get up to the window – starting with a shelf. She pulled the shelf very carefully aside so that it sat right beneath the window, basically lapping the edge of it – second in her puzzle-solving adventure was the ‘weighted companion cube’ she saw from earlier. It was the perfect size of a crate that she could climb on to so she could then climb up the shelf, and make a break for the window. It was the perfect plan.

It was the perfect plan, at least until she pushed the metal cube with a pink heart stamped on it a bit too fast. She had to put more ‘oomph’ into it than she was expecting, and ended up hitting the shelf, making it shake, and having items on it fall off. One such item was a jar with some… glowing sphere in it. The jar shattered on the ground, making Nerts wince and look to the door to see if anyone might have come in. With her being so distracted, she didn’t notice the strange little imp that escaped from the jar.

It was red, with a glowing pink aura, and had tiny bat wings, gargoyle feet, and a spaded tail. It looked every bit like a typical imp, except its rather devious-looking, pink glowing eyes and mouth looked like they were carved into its mask-shaped head. It fluttered up with a giggle to come face-to-face with Nerts before she could continue her escape. The shark blinked a few times as the imp just fluttered there, staring at her, not acting in any way.

“Um… hi?” She said, to which the imp suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke and a loud poof. It reappeared in that smokey eruption on her right side, holding in its little arms… a rather delicious-looking piece of strawberry cake. It held the confection out, offering it to the thief. The sugary sweetness of the icing flowed into her nostrils, hinted with delicious strawberry… it smelled so wonderful, she found herself salivating.

Nerts quickly snapped out of her little trance and shook her head, raising a hand to politely decline. “No thanks,” She said, “I’m on a strict no cake from spooky familiar diet. I gotta go.”

She began climbing; leaving the imp there to look stunned and offended. But then it grinned rather frighteningly. In loud poofs of smoke, multiple imps of the same look and make began to appear in a miniature swarm behind Nerts, giving her pause as she was about to climb onto the shelf of odd trinkets and objects to make her escape. Despite all her instincts telling her not to, she slowly looked back over her shoulder. There were so many imps - tens of them at least - that the pink glow they were exhibiting was shading the room in a similar tint. There was just a moment’s pause… then Nerts scrambled to get out.

She was too slow. Many of the little imps grabbed her by her tail and, with surprising strength, fluttered their little wings and hoisted her into the air to dangle by her tail. Nerts was too stunned by the development to scream or shout, and she knew that shouting would only draw attention from the mages in the tower. She managed little more than a surprised yelp as the imps swung her in the air, back and forth, building momentum to throw her. She reached and clawed for the shelf to stop herself, but couldn’t before the imps threw her into the air. She flipped about in the air, caught by the tail by more of the little devils, feeling like a trapeze artist as she was tossed and flipped about the room. When she was finally allowed to fall, she fell in a perfect sitting position in a wooden chair at the end of a rather long dining table.

The imps held her down. A few on her arms, a few holding her legs, one holding her head… and in a puff of smoke, a big, strawberry cake appeared on the table – a triple-decker, at least! Nerts stared in confused horror as the same little imp from earlier, with the same slice of cake, fluttered before her face, offering her the cake. She tried to turn her head, to say no, but the little devils had other plans. There seemed to be just enough of them to force her mouth open so they could force-feed her the sugary treat.

Even though the shark couldn’t take any sort of time to savour the flavour, the strawberry sweetness of the cake was more than evident. She would have really loved it if she wasn’t being forced by creepy apparitions to do so. The cake was near relentlessly shoved into her mouth, she had no choice but to swallow it without even much chewing. It was strangely filling for a simple piece of cake no bigger than average, but being full obviously wasn’t the intent as another piece was waggled in front of her face… they intended to really stuff her!

Nerts struggled against the deceptively strong imps, but couldn’t even manage to budge. She gasped for air after being force-fed a second piece of cake only to have a third smear its icing over her lips and be forced inside. The mess was of no concern to any of the tricky familiars it seemed, plenty of icing and fluffy crumbs falling over Nerts’ chin and into her cleavage. The goal was just to feed her more, and more – three pieces of cake became five in record time. No one could have possibly eaten cake so fast in a normal situation!

Unlike the gender-change however, Nerts felt her belly bloating and rounding out as it filled with cake. It was uncomfortable, almost painful to be stuffed so full of dessert and the level of sugar was near nauseating… But she was developing a gut like it was no one’s business. How she kept from throwing up was surely magical, she had no doubt in her mind, but why the mages would even have something this terrible locked away in some dusty old store room was beyond her. The fact she had snuck in to steal such treasures escaped her for just a moment. Instead, it was entirely their fault it was happening in her mind!

When it felt like Nerts’ belly was fit to finally burst, her flesh around her tummy stretched so tight it began to hurt… it quickly began to deflate. The imps offered her a moment’s respite to watch as her tummy began to shrink, but the rest of her began to grow. The weight was beginning to evenly distribute itself along her sleek, slender frame, bulking her up and layering her with a softness she would never dreamed of having. Her pants pulled tighter as her thighs gained a pillowy softness, and her leather vest began to pop its ties, the pressure from her fattening breasts becoming too much for it to contain. Her cheeks rounded out more, and her backside had a squish to it even she could notice…

… For a thief, she had gotten rather chubby!

She gasped in surprise, her tummy back to something reasonable, but not entirely firm. It was soft and squeezable, like the rest of her body. If she weren’t herself, and she was instead still her male self, she would have found a girl like what she resembled then very cute. But, since the situation was more reflected on her, it was just terrible! She wasn’t done just then though… looking, she had barely eaten through one layer of the cake, and the imps were pulling more perfect slices out of it without actually cutting them.

Fluttering before her with two bigger-looking slices than the ones she had been forced to eat, the imps chuckled in their high-pitched voices. Nerts’ eyes widened in horror as she pictured, for just a moment, how they intended to leave her when they were finally done.

“Oh no, no… nononono…!” Nerts shook her head wildly, “No, please don- Urmph!”

Her pleas offered a great opening for the imps to stuff two pieces of cake into her mouth at the same time. She nearly went cross-eyed from the shock, but had to chew and swallow them just to keep breathing. Barely a second’s rest and she had two more pieces of cake smeared over her lips and crammed into her maw. Her gullet steadily continued to swell out, fatten up, and get rounder, and rounder, the button on her pants flying off as it snapped from the strain.

… Eventually sunlight began to pour in from the window.

“This thing’s a total dud,” A mouse mage said as she marched through the velvet-carpeted corridors of the Mage’s Tower. Her milk-chocolate fur, with its coffee-cream offset splashed down her muzzle, chest, and tummy and beyond, was scantily clad in garbs that were clearly fitting of a magician. She had the classic magic-users hat: a wide-brimmed black hat that hung back in a point behind her head with some unnecessary green bindings around its base. Her vestments were… barely there. Her enormous bosom almost poured out of black leather cups with green accents that clipped together at the front, leaving her soft, but not overly chubby tummy exposed. Black cloth swung about her legs as she walked, held up by low—dipping leather belts and clasps… and she seemed to wear little beneath the sarong than black undergarments. Her green leather boots and matching fingerless gloves were decidedly not-very-wizardly, but the high-heeled black soles on her feet clacked echoingly down the halls.

In her hand she held an orb that had clearly lost its luster. What used to be a shining, beautiful sapphire blue sphere had become dull like a blue rock. Such useless failures were all stored away in one room, to be emptied out at regular points during the seasons to be destroyed. The mage approached the room, eying the elderly magician that was posted as a guard to the store room. He sat in an old wooden chair just outside the door, and was sleeping soundly. Honestly, no one could remember ever seeing him awake. The mouse-mage adjusted her glasses, and decided to simply step into the room to stash the orb away.

What she found there was… surprising.

She had expected a simple, dusty, dark room full of useless things, but instead was met with a glowing pink light. Stepping into the room, the scene playing out before her was like an odd fetish novel. A woman sat atop the splinters of what used to be a dining chair that had shattered under the girth of her gigantic ass. The green camouflage pants she wore had tear and holes in it that were utterly bubbling with smooth, gray, fatty sharkskin. She was topless, her leather vest no longer fitting as her tits had become as large as her head, if not more, and her fat gut hung so gravid before her that it almost reached her not-quite-exposed nethers. Her thick neck, her cleavage, even her chubby maw and double-chin were caked with icing and crumbs… obviously from the cake the utter army of pink imps had been feeding her. They were down to their last piece.

The mage stared in shock, her mouth agape for some time… but she snapped out of it quickly and took action. She rooted quickly through the odds and ends in the room to find two things: an ancient scroll with incantations scrawled onto it, and an ornate box.

With the box tucked under one arm, the mage held out the scroll, and took a deep breath. Rather than reading any words from it however, she rolled the scroll up, and quickly set upon the imps. She swat at one, making it drop the last piece of cake and startling the mischievous familiars out of their fun and games. She bapped, bopped, and smacked each and every one in a flurry of swings that made her lush breasts bounce and jiggle all around – but the imps were so frightened, they began to scramble.

“No! Bad cake-imps! BAD!” The girl shouted, smacking them upside the head in impressive number. Once they all began to cower and attempt to flee, she opened the ornate box and stood in their path in front of the door. One by one, the imps flew into the box as if it had no bottom, disappearing into it with a ‘clunk!’ each time. The last of the tiny army fluttered in confusion, and was plucked out of the air by the mage and stuffed into the box before she closed it tight and set it aside.

Sighing, the mouse-girl approached the rotund shark that sat on the floor with her head hung. “Um, hello? Are you okay?”

The shark girl gasped and panted, sniffling to herself and rubbing the tears from her eyes. Slowly, the rodent brushed the sharks long gray hair aside, and then cupped those chubby cheeks to lift the shark’s blue eyes to her. Poor Nerts’ eyes were wide, expressive, shining with moisture and flowing over with tears, as her lip was utterly trembling. The mage kind of furrowed her brow however.

“Who the heck are you?” She asked.

“W… Wh…” Nerts barely got a syllable out past her tears, until…

“WHAAAAAAAH!”

The mage jumped as the girl began to sob, and loudly. The mouse looked all around the room in her alarm, finally noticing the pouches that had been stuffed full of old amulets and things… and even the broken amber pendant that rest by the girl’s fattened form. It didn’t take her long to figure out that the shark was a thief, and that she’d suffered the effects of some dunce artifacts and their faulty enchantments. Now, for all her trouble, she was somewhere in the realm of two-hundred pounds or more, and bawling her eyes out.

In a moment of genuine sympathy, the mage simply crossed her arms under her bust. “What did we learn?” She asked.

Nerts gulped, trying to regain her composure, but she was just so… sad! She couldn’t help but continue her pitiful sniffling. “Stealing’s bad…” She answered like a child getting scolded, “Are you gonna call the guards now?”

“Ah… heh…” The girl grinned sheepishly and took her big wizard’s hat off her head. She had long chocolate-brown hair, just like most of her fur, “Well if I did that, then… well then they’d say stuff like ‘you perform inhumane magical experiments!’ and force us out…”

“Wh… What…?” Nerts was confused, not knowing that the things she had attempted to steal away were… faulty.

“Nope! Not doing that!” The girl threw her hat back on, “Um, instead, how about we get you cleaned up?”

She helped the shark to her feet, and awkwardly shuffled towards the door with her. “My name’s Milkette,” She said, “And… what size robe do you think you take? Triple-extra-large…?”