[Draft] Issei Nadeshiko (Amagi TG)

Issei sighed as he walked through the museum. His school had assigned a new project from them to do, and it was on historical artifacts. He had been distracted by some new magazines that he had gotten along with some new games, and they had taken a majority of his time. It was only now that he had finished everything that he had.

There weren’t many people here, which he found a little surprising. He knew it was a museum but he thought that there would be some more people here. Instead it was just like a ghost town. The only people here were the employees for the place along with some random person from time to time looking at the exhibits. He still wondered if that person in the samurai armor had stolen it from one of the display cases or not. The fact no one seemed to be making a fuss was a point that she hadn’t, but he still wasn’t sure. Either way at least he would be able to focus on the project. Now if only he could find some good artifact or something that he could use.

If he stayed in his room there was no way that he would be able to get anything done. Not with all the porn magazines, and hentai that he had in there. It would have been so easy with all of that there to get distracted.

Footsteps caught his attention and he looked to see a tall beautiful woman wearing a sweater. Despite that, it did absolutely nothing to hide the immense bust that she had. She had long black hair that was done in a braid and a pair of tight pants that did nothing to hide her beautiful shapely legs and plush thighs.

The young man walked in a daze, following the curvaceous beauty. Even through her pants could see the outline of her underwear and the bounce of her rear. It wasn’t just her behind that was easy to see, but he could also see the front of her chest’s bounce was visible despite the fact he was behind her.

He couldn’t help but follow after as if she was a bait left. A beauty like this wasn’t one that a person saw everyday, especially with a body like that on such a miko. He wanted to burn the sight of her bouncing body into his mind as if it would be the last thing that he might see. It was so good, so enticing that if he did right now it wouldn’t be a bad sight to see before he died.

Unknown to the young man who was lost in his lustful daze, he was getting closer to a priceless vase with a red fox decoration that was on display. It showed the image of a snarling fox staring up at the sky in front of a temple.

The sound of rumbling glass broke him from daze and he turned to see the source and his eyes bulged when he saw the vase was tilting side to side. The young man wasn’t sure what he should do. Would he get in trouble if he tried to catch it and someone thought that he was trying to steal it?

The man watched it sway side to side as the glass case moved, wondering what he should do. He gulped, hoping that it was stand back straight and then that would be the end of it. He stared and could hear his heart pound in his ears as if he had a stethoscope. To his horror the glass around it moved and pulled the vase inside.

“Oh no!” Issei cried in dismay.

The young man moved instinctively, as if it was something his parents owned, like a priceless family heirloom or relic. It fell off of the platform that it was on and he reached out to grab it. He fell to the ground and looked up as he raised his arms as high as he could. The glass case and the vse fell onto his hands, but both of them tipped over. The young man closed his eyes and braced for the worse.

The sound of shattering glass filled the room and made him wince. He could feel some small parts of glass against his body, buy thankfully there weren’t any parts that drew blood.

The young man stared at the broken fragments of the heirloom as if he had just murdered a man, danced on his corpse and then stolen his wallet. He couldn’t believe that he had just broken some old vase. He hoped that it wasn’t too much. The last thing he needed was for his parents to pay such a bill. He wasn’t even sure how they would bee able to pay sich a bill in the first place depending on the cost. In some cases he had heard old relics and artifacts like this went for hundreds of thousands or millions of yen. The young man shuddered and looked around, wondering what was going to happen now. He could already imagine all of the scenarios playing out in his head, the disappointment from his parents.

The young man looked up wondering if the woman had saw him do what he had done. To his dismay, she was still here. The woman had an open mouth and stared at the broken item as if she herself couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Not that he could blame her with what just happened.

Issei looked around, desperately hoping that there weren’t any cameras that saw him. To his horror he could see that there was one in the corner of the room, almost out of sight. He slouched and breathed heavily out.

How long before one of the museum staff would walk into the room? It couldn't be long, security would inform them, and then they would be on him like a flys in a honey trap. The young man carefully got up, making sure that his hands wouldn’t land on any of the broken glass shards. As bad as this way a trip to the hospital was an easy no. For a moment he considered running away, but knew that would only make things worse.

The room got colder and the young man wasn’t sure if that was from his own nerves getting the better of him, or if the AC suddenly cranked up. Both seemed likely with how he was feeling right now. He gulped and his blood felt like there was ice in it. His stomach gurgled and for a moment he thought that he was going to throw up. It would be perfect with how he had been feeling right now.

The room continued to get colder, he hugged himself and looked around wondering what was going on with the air conditioning unit. He breathed out and blinked when he could see his own air in front of him as if he was standing out in a snowstorm. It shouldn’t be this cold. It was the middle of spring, and not only that there was no way that a normal AC system could get so cold that it reached temperatures like these.

Suddenly the pieces of the broken relic glowed, specifically the image of the red fox. Steam seemingly came off of it, as if the pieces were small fires, making the young man yelp and step back as if he had just been shocked. All of the steam rose and gathered in the air, forming a figure. For a moment it was hazy, like when a person was smudged in a photograph.

The features became more defined the more steam that gathered as if they were pixels entering a photograph. The figure was a tall muscular looking man. He had a sharp face and pronounced canines. On top of his head were red fox ears with small white tufts of hair. He had three whisker marks on both sides of his face, and nine long red tails with white bushy rings.

“What the hell!” Issei cried, staring at the floating figure.

The moment he fully formed he dropped onto the ground and almost fell over, as if it was the first time in a while that he had touched solid ground. He blinked and looked around. He winced and closed his eyes as if the fluorescent lights burned them, like when lights were suddenly thrown on after a person had been in the dark for so long.

“I’m free? By Yasaka’s perfect ass, how the hell am I out?” the man said. He stepped forward, and the young man and woman took a step back as well.

The sound of crunching glass filled the room and the man blinked and looked down. The others followed his gaze and then went back to his face. They saw his face morph from one of confusion into a look of horrified shock. He reached down and picked up one of the larger fragments of the glass.

“This was my vase!” the man exclaimed, staring at the broken fragments as if they were his only child. He looked at the two humans in the room, who stilled at the sight of him. “Did you break my vase!”

“No-Yes I mean it was an accident!” Issei exclaimed in a panic frenzy.

“How dare you! That vase might have been my prison for a few hundred years or so, but that was mine!”

“But shouldn’t you be happy that you got out of it then!” Issei gulped. “I mean I don’t know how long you were trapped in there, but now you could go out and experience life?”

“I can, but I had made that my home and it was my own property that I had been imprisoned in! That had been a gift from a close companion of mine, before some damn mage had me sealed in it!” the fox spirit yelled.

Issei had no idea what to say to that and wondered if he was having a breakdown. How could a person appear from thin air? It should have been impossible unless this was some part of an elaborate prank being pulled. It was the only

The woman screamed, getting the other two’s attention. The man’s face softened at the sight of her and he stepped forward. The woman moved to run away, but he suddenly appeared in front of her. She jumped back and freight and fell backward. The man grabbed her waist before she hit the floor, the woman staring at him as if he was some giant predator that would eat her alive now that she was in his grasp.

“Please leave miss, this doesn't concern you,” the fox man said gently as a magic circle appeared in one of his hands.

A glazed look entered the woman’s eyes. He gently pulled her up and straighten her clothes, helping her look as prim and proper as she did before. The moment he was done he stepped to the side and nodded as she started walking. She left the room, leaving as if someone hadn’t just appeared out of a mist.

“What did you do to her?” Issei yelled, wondering what would happen to him next.

“Oh don’t worry she’s not hurt. Just made her leave the room, since she didn’t do anything to earn my ire. As far as she knows, she walked through the room without any issue to get to the next exhibit.”

The young man glanced at the camera, hoping that they would be able to send help for him. It was strange how quickly it had changed from him worrying about the staff coming to now wanting them to show up as soon as possible. Still if they could save him from this weirdo then he wasn’t going to complain. The kitsune looked at where he was looking and smirked.

“Oh not sorry to say kid, but if you’re hoping for help they aren’t coming. We won’t be dealing with any interlopers since I put up a small little bounded field when I sent that woman away so no one will interfere. As for as people can see, the room is empty aside from us. Last thing I want is for someone to interrupt your punishment when I’m in the middle of it.”

“You know about cameras?” Issei questioned, the pit in his gut growing. He had thought that he wouldnt and that he just had to hold out until someone arrived, then they could do something to get away.

“Just because I was trapped in there doesn't mean that I couldn't see and hear what was going on,” the kitsune said. “You'd be surprised how often I hear people rag about their security systems and what they do. Now then enough of that its time for your punishment from the great and powerful Kouske.”

“Please Im sorry I’ll do whatever you want, ill serve you, help you learn about the world, I’ll even give you my pormn collection just stop!”

“But we’re already giving you the perfect punishment for being such a klutz. Now quiet or else Ill make this weirder for you.”

“This is already weird for me!” Issei yelled,

“Now the first thing we're going to do is make you more presentable and deal with that skin of yours and all that extra body hair,” Kosuke said and clapped his hands, the clap reverberating through the room like a gong.

Issei gulped and spasmed as if he had just been shocked. It felt like he had been dumped in a pile of cold ice water. He grabbed his body again and shivered, his teeth chattering as if they were a wind up toy.

His skin felt itchy as if someone had placed itching powder in his clothes and then made it worse by putting ants in as well. The more he scratched the more his body felt off to him. He pulled at the top sleeve of his clothes and gasped when he saw that it was free of body hair. He ran it over and it was smooth, clean of any blackheads of marks, just like when he had seen some of the girls in the Kendo club when he was peeping on them. It made him gulp wondering where it would all lead up to.

“Now then let's bring that hair back on one specific part of your body,” Kosuke said.

“Ahh!” Issei jumped as something soft brushed against his neck.

He turned around and looked to see who or what it was but didn't see anything there. Something whipped against the top of his upper back, making him jump again.

“My hair? How is this part of your punishment?” Issei questioned, staring at his now long chocolatey brown locks of hair. What stood out the most to him was that despite how long it was now, she could tell that it was still neatly cut and clean as if she had just got it washed. It was softer, shinier,

“Oh don't worry, little pervert. All will become clear in time as it gets further along,” Kosuke said eriily, which made Issei shiver. “And now we continue with the next part! Let’s make that frame of yours much more better to look at.”

Issei felt as if a giant person had grabbed him and was roughly pushing down on his body from one part to another.

His bones were getting smaller and the rest of his body adapting to the changes. His arms shrunk to follow the change in his body’s height and his legs lengthened to compensate for the sudden change, making them longer. He gulped as the world started to get larger to him and knew that he was getting smaller. The young man stumbled forward as it felt like someone was pushing on his lower back as someone held his stomach, as if he was being forced to push his chest out. He could feel his spine change and morph as it gained a curve that certainly wasn’t there before. He twitched and moaned as the changes continued, wondering how much longer this was going to last, before it finally came to an end. The moment it started to slow he was infinitely grateful to it.

When he was no longer changing he looked down at his body and gasped at the change to his body. His clothes no longer fit him, as if he had ordered a larger uniform from the school and wore that instead.

His once masculine hands looked like they belonged to a girl’s. He pulled up his sleeves nd jumped at the sight of the thinner limbs. He had never been the beefiest of guys before the changes, but now his arms might as well have belonged to a girls.

“What are you turning into a trap?!” Issei cried, hoping that it would be the case. He didn’t want to be one, but considering what he could do if this is any show then being turned into one wouldn’t be that bad all things considered. It beat being turned into some sort of animal, statue, or a number of things that Kosuke could have done to him.

“A trap?” Kosuke said, looking at the young man questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“....A trap is a guy that looks and dresses like a girl,” Issei answered, hoping that would ease the anger of the man. Perhaps it would make him reconsider what he was doing to him and end it here.

“Oh,” Kosuke said as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. “No I’m not doing that though that is somewhat on the right track I guess.”

Issei blinked and wondered what he meant. He put all of his anime and videogame logic to work to try and decipher what he meant by that. There wasn't much that he could think. The fact he hadn’t suddenly spouted fur or had trouble moving was a sign that he wasn’t turning into a statue or a animal which was good. He was smaller now, and his body thinner. He had said that by turning him into a trap he was actually on the right trap so that would mean.

The young man’s eyes widened as he reached end of that conclusion. He didn’t want to believe it but it made a uncomfortable amount of sense, like when you

“You...your turning me in a girl,” the young man stated, hoping that he would be wrong.

“And there is the correct one!” Kosuke clapped cheerfully, as if he was a game show announcer.

“Why are you turning me into a girl!” Issei cried. “I mean its better then a lot of stuff that you could do to me, but why a girl!”

“Because that is your punishment and if I’m going to learn more about this world again then I’m going to need a nice elegant guide to lead me through this world. Not a clumsy boy who will break things as we go. And besides woman are far better to look at then boys, especially nice pretty girls with nice well developed curves.”

Normally Issei would have agreed with that statement wholeheartedly, but not this time. Since the girl in question was going to be him. He didn’t need to think hard about what he would look like a girl since this guy was changing him. He had already said that he liked curvy girls. He had seen enough hentai and played enough games to know where they would be going, and he didn’t want to go through it.

“Please stop turn me back! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Issei cried and started bowing profusely to the man, hoping that now he would relent.

“Seeing you up close like this easily tells me what should be the next thing that I change,” Kosuke remarked. “So I shall.”

Issei winced as if his face was being roughly pulled and pinched, despite him not touching him. He moved to get away but before he could, Kosuke had already moved and touched his face with the tip of his finger. It continued to get worse and he whimpered as it did. His lips grew larger as his nose got smaller. He twisted his nose and felt a familiar itch, as if he was about to sneeze loudly.

“Achoo!” Issei sneezed and suddenly his features shifted as his face felt like someone had placed a bottle of lotion on his face and were rubbing it as deeply as they could into every little pore on his body. The young man patted his new face, trying to make sense of it all.

His cheeks rose higher and his chin rounded out to match, making him moan as a pop resounded from his jaw changing position. It went numb as if he had just lost all sense of it. The chatter of his teeth told him that his lower and upper mouth were touching and yet he could not feel the rest. He continued to open and close his mouth to try and make it feel normal but it continued to get worse. The more he did so the more the feeling that he had in his body returned.

“There you go, now you are much better to look at,” Kosuke said, making Issei shiver at the lustful look in his eyes. “Does this feel better?”

Issei jumped at him touching and shivered as the strong masculine fingers caressed his softer cheeks. It was almost relaxing in a way with how it made him feel better.

“Oh, it seems like someone is enjoying this? If you want I can keep going?” Kosuke said as he already activated the next step of the transformation process.

“No!” Issei cried the voice leaving coming out so much higher and girlier, that he wondered if

some unknown party had come to interfere. The young man touched his throat as it felt further off. Something tightened around it like a leather choker and continued to get tighter.

“Now that you actually look like a promising young lady we can start bringing in a delicious wonderful figure that a soon to be companion like you deserves,” Kosuke remarked. “Let’s get the bottom half out of the way first, we needed a good foundation to build on and now that it is we can begin the next part.”

Issei could feel his pants tightening against his frame, and loosening in others, his body becoming more womanly by the second. The brunette’s lower legs changed and thinned down as if he was loosing the muscle there, while the inverse happened to his thighs which were swelling up like balloons. He blushed at feeling his new developing thighs brushing against one another. He could feel his dick getting crushed between them and making him wince in pain. They reached the point that his straining pants might as well have been stepping on male anatomy. The young man breathed and tried to ignore it so that he could think straight, but it was getting harder by the second. He could hardly think straight as they finished growing and became thick meaty thighs that looked like they might be able to suffocate a person.

The young man tugged on the front of his pants and shimmied in place when his legs finished changing. With how thick they were he could practically feel them rubbing against each other as if he was trying to start a fire with them.

“And now we get to the main and most enjoyable parts of your punishment,” Kosuke said with a happy almost child-like smirk.

Issei felt cold down below as if he had shoved a pack of ice down the front of his pants. He didn’t need to be a master genius or anything to know what was happening. The unpleasantness from his pants being squashed as more room appeared in his lower body that wasn’t there before.

The young man looked as best she could and watched, wondering how long it would take before what made him a guy would be gone and replaced with something else. He shivered and gasped as he shimmied in place, his movements only fueling the pleasure that he felt. It was as if his dick’s sensitvity was heightened and increased to points that he had never experienced before. A wet slurp resounded through the room, and he shuddered. The front of his pants wetted at what happened to him, it only increased tenfold when his balls went inside of him and took a new form.

The new woman gasped and held her new sexual organs. She could feel the front of her pants were wet and quickly realized that said wetness was because she had….creamed her pants.

Issei couldn’t believe, she hesitantly opened the front of her pants and gulped despite how warm she was, her body felt cold, as if she had just stepped out of a freezer.

Instead of her manhood, she saw a new pair of lower lips that he would recognize anywhere. He had seen them enough times in his hentai, from his games, online, and more. It was covered in a slimy white substance that she didn’t need to think too hard about, the front of her pants were wet from it as well.

A sudden pain formed over her rear and on her head as if someone was roughly grabbing the flesh above it and twisting it. The poor girl’s face scrunched in pain as if someone was pulling on her ears as roughly as they could. The world went unbelievably quiet, she opened her mouth and knew that she was speaking, but she didn’t hear anything come out.

Kosuke held up a finger as it telling her to wait a moment. The young woman gulped wondering what was about to happen to her now. Whatever it was, she was sure that it wasn’t going to be good for her. She could feel her heart pound in her ears as if it was in her skull instead of in her chest.

Suddenly the sides of her head felt like cold water had been dunked over them, and this time she could hear the erogenous gasp that left her mouth. The young woman blushed at the voice that came out of her mouth, wondering what she should do.

“There we go, now that is a much better voice, dignified, appealing, but also sexual enough to make a man or woman gulp and want in pleasure,” Kosuke said. “And such lovely ears and tail wouldn’t you agree?

Issei blushed in embarrassment and realized he was absolutely right, but was distracted by her new fluffy appendages. The way her new tail moved around as if it had a mind of its own as if it was greeting her made her gulp. She could feel the twitch of her fluffy ears on top of her head and wasn’t sure what to make of them.

“Now relax, I’m sure you’ll come to like what you have down there in time, and besides your turning out much better,” Kosuke said as he patted the top of her head.

Issei froze as if she had just been frozen. For some reason the head patting that she had just received was so good. The panic that she had died down and she gulped. The young woman knew that it was wrong and something was going on with her, but she couldn’t help but feel better. The tail that she had behind her waved back and forth as a smile blossomed on her face.

Issei felt light-headed. This wasn't at all how she thought she would see or feel her first real girl orgasm. She had always thought that she would feel it on the other end, when she had finally managed to get a girlfriend. The man didn’t let his patting cease as he continued to fondly scratch the top of her head.

Unknown to the young woman, her rear started to expand and pushout against the confines of her already straining pants. It dug deeper into her ass as small tears and rips appeared that quickly grew larger as the strain. A relieved sigh escaped her mouth from the pressure relieved as cold air brushed against her posterior. A ripping sound reverberated through the room bringing her out of her new memories and pleased patting. An open breeze came down below the woman clenched her bottom cheeks as if she had just been smacked and covered the tear.

Her blush darkened at her expanded rear and noticed the ripple in its movements from doing so. If it wasn’t her own then she wasn’t sure that he would have stared at it all day. At the very least she knew that her friends would have been unable to tear themselves away from staring at her rear.

“Now that is an ass that would be able to rival Yasaka’s!” Kosuke commented with a happy grin. “Wouldn't you agree Amagi?”

Was her buttocks really as good as he said? She didn’t know who this Yasaka was but wondered just how much of a beauty she was if he kept making said comparisons. Perhaps she would be able to see for herself how much of a beauty she was in the future.

The kitsune girl shook her head, trying to clear her mind off the things as another warm sensation appeared on her chest. The young girl looked down at her chest, the male part of heer changing mind knowing what was about to happen and gleefully eager.

“Now then all that is left to help bring the pride of women everywhere,” Kosuke said.

The warmth on the woman’s chest suddenly swelled, making the young woman moan erotically as she shuddered in pleasure induced glee. She looked down at her chest and gulped as she could feel her nipples perk underneath her shirt, teninging it slightly. Her blush darkened further as her nipples grew and the shirt grew more intense around them. Her nipples poked through, making her blush at the sight of them, especially when Kosuke wolf whistled.

Moments later they started to push further out as more mass appeared behind them. Issei could only stare at the growing boobs on her chest, something that would have normally been a point of glee to see swelling ws now nothing more than a nightmare. The more they grew the more pleased the new woman was.

The young woman’s perversion couldn’t help herself and start to fondle them, despite the immense sense of wrongness that she had doing so. It was so good and relaxing, like when someone was frustrated or angry and needed a stress ball. These might not have been normal stress balls, but she would be lying through her teeth if she said that it wasn’t relaxing.

Her bust continued to grow in her hands as more dough had been added to it. The padding there continued to grow, much to the young woman’s glee and terror. It was like a small comforting sensation that made her feel better about all of this. The wrongness that she felt about this changed the more she did. It wasn't about being a girl, but rather about how improper it was to do this. Still the perverted patt of her psyche demanded that she continue to do this proper manner and etiquette be damned. Her bust finished growing when it had become a D-cup that were the size of full ripe apples.

The new modest part of her developing psyche finally won out and said that this was more than enough and she should stop. The new kitsune and let go of her chest. She looked down at them, marvling at them as if they were some lost treasure from ages past.

It was impolite to stare at her breasts, even if they were her own, especially out in a public setting like this.

“No I am a man,” the young woman said, despite how strange the thought was. The words that she had just spoken were hollow on her mouth. It was a silly thought, and for a moment she wondered why she had said them. She didn't seem to be bothered by the sudden loss of her masculinity as she should have been. There was something to her that just felt natural about being a woman now, especially with how more of her mind and memories were pointing to her as one.

“You were, but now you are a woman,” Kosuke countered.

“Kosuke-sama, my clothes could you please put me proper clothing please,” the young woman said, blushing at her appearance being so improper.

“I understand, as much as I adore the sight of you in such...strained clothing you should wear whatever you feel comfortable in,” the male kitsune said. “Why don't you tell me what you would like to wear?”

The young woman pondered over what she wanted to wear. Her first instinct was something simple that wouldn't stand out and be comfortable, but her mind told her that was wrong. It would be improper and wasn't elegant enough for her.

“I would like a kimono master, as for colors whatever you believe would be best,” the former man said respectfully.

“So you ask and so it shall be,” Kosuke replied.

The former young man’s ill-fitting clothes started to shift and morph. The young woman just as the fabric softened around her body and the torn and patched pieces started to move closer together as if they were being sewn shut. The red shirt that he wore darkened and became black. The pants that he had merged with the top that he now had as the process continued. The tight uncomfortable fabric from his pants lessened as the bottom half of her attire loosened, allowing to breath and relax. The sleeves of her jacket brightened as they loosened and became wider. Small splotches of red appeared in them that became more visible and easy to see. Small fabric wrapped around her middle finger ans formed into a glove around the rest of hand.

The clothes finished changing when they became a black and red kimono that rested comfortably over her body, as if it was a finely made glove. A black and white swan design appeared at the bottom of the kimono.

She looked every bit of the mature young woman that she knew she was. A smile blossomed on her face. With how she was clothed now, she knew that she was the perfect image of a traditional japanese beauty. It comforted her like a familiar blanket that she couldn’t sleep without.

“Ok there we go,” Kosuke said warmly. “Now you look like the perfect little lady, but can you act like one.”

Techniques and manners came forward on instinct. She stood up straight and made herself look like every bit the respectable young woman that she was. She said, “Of course I can Kosuke-sama.”

“That’s great to hear. Now then let’s fix that vase up,” Kosuke said. He turned back to the broken fragments of his vase and with a snap of his fingers it repaired itself.

“It was so easy to repair?” Amagi asked.

“Of course it is,” the male kitsune replied. “Now then its been a while since I got to stretch my legs and see the world. Why don't the two of us explore the world. I no doubt have a lot to catch up on.”

Amagi nodded her head and wrapped her arm around Kosuke’s, who gleefully did as he took his vase in his other. A small smile graced her lips as she walked with the poise and dignity that had been instructed in her. There was much that she would need to show him, but as his guide, she would make sure that he learned it all while doing all that is required as a true yamato nadeshiko to her master..