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A commission from Pai(http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pai/), this is a story about a normal anime high school. Of course, "normal anime high school" is an oxymoron, and in this particular high school, a friend is going to have to reveal a very heroic, very embarrassing secret...

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"You know, volleyball is really an under-appreciated sport. There's a lot more strength and agility involved than you'd suspect at first glance, and it really requires a strong level of teamwork to be truly effective."

"Uh-huh." I glanced up from my phone to look at Eric, who sat one level above me on the pull-out gym bleachers. "And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you get to watch the girl's chests bounce up and down a whole lot, right?"

"Well, that MAY add to the appeal a little..." I couldn't help but wince as Eric's strong hand gave me a firm shake on the shoulder. "Come on, Alex; I know gym's not your favorite class, but last year you were just as eager to watch them play as me. What's changed?"

"I don't know..." I knew full well that wasn't the truth, but it wasn't like I could tell Eric why that had changed. "It's just... I don't know how comfortable I'd be with having a bunch of people staring at me like that, you know?"

"Hey, it's not like we're trying to peek on them in the showers or anything. They're the ones who chose to wear skin tight shorts and tops that look like they might pop cause their under so much pressure." He had a point; just because Eric was built like a stereotypical jock didn't mean he had the brain or lack of reasoning power that's normally associated with them. That's probably why he was confused why his best friend, the same guy who immediately grabbed the latest issue of Barely Clothed Monster Girls In Awkward Situations manga as soon as they were on bookshelves was being so modest as of late.

Speaking of awkward situations, I caught a glimpse or two of our fellow students casting an odd look our way as we talked. It's never bothered Eric, but I was only beginning to get used to getting so much attention from my fellow classmates. Objectively their shock was understandable; one of the biggest stars of the football team, a guy who looked almost model perfect and was so popular with the ladies that I'd seen even a couple of the female teaching staff looking at him a little too long, and the other was a nerdy guy with greasy black hair who usually spent his study halls with his nose buried in a fantasy book or on his GameGuy and was so thin he looked like might blow away in a stiff breeze.

I tried to shake off the stares and enjoy the game as Eric suggested. Rumor was about that our friendship was cover for a sexual relationship between the two of us, but at least for me I've had zero interest in other guys sexually. I couldn't say with 100% certainty about Eric's feelings for me, but I hadn't seen anything to suggest he thought of me as anything other than a good friend. If he WAS hiding any more carnal feelings for me, he was doing a damn good job hiding it.

FWWWEEEET!

I winced as Ms. McMaster, the substitute covering for our usual gym teacher, blew her whistle. I seemed to be the only one annoyed by it as Ms. McMaster called for everyone's attention, shaking my head to try and dislodge the ringing sound. Everyone else immediately stopped what they were doing and turned toward the woman wearing a blue track jacket and matching pants patted the drink jug sitting next to her. Was that there a second ago?...

"Break time, everyone! Line up to get your refreshment!" The rest of the class was lined up within seconds. Eric was almost as quick as the rest of them, but held up when he saw me trying to shake off that piercing sound.

"Are you O.K?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I tried to shake it off as we made our way toward the back of the line. "I guess that whistle's just a little too high pitched for me."

"Was it? I could barely even hear it." Eric shrugged as the line progressed quickly, watching as everyone took their drink and started milling about the gym. "She mentioned she was bringing a new energy drink earlier, right?"

"Yeah; she said the school made a deal with a local sports drink company to test out their new product and give feedback." I glanced over Ms. McMaster, who was handing out cups and moving the line along at a very quick pace. "Are we sure she's not a rep for the company herself? Seems weird she comes in the same time as some new product..."

"Probably just a coincidence?" Eric proposed. Before we knew it, it was our turn. McMaster quickly poured a cup and handed it to Eric, who regarded the purplish liquid inside. "What's this stuff called?"

"Hound's Brew!" The two of us shared a confused glance as McMaster proudly proclaimed the name. "For putting hair on your chest and building loyalty to m- your goals!"

Yike; maybe they should work on their marketing taglines before they worry about the product itself. I'm guessing some executive thought it was a great catchphrase, but it just sounded dumb. And what was with that slip up, I wondered as she handed me a cup...

...Only for me to instantly drop it as I felt the Contaminant that was practically radiating out of it. Seriously, here?!

"Don't drink that!" Eric was caught off guard as I knocked the cup just as it was reaching his lips, sending it spilling all over his shirt as my own dropped cup splashed onto the floor. "You didn't swallow any, did you?!"

"What? No..." There was a hint of anger in his voice, though it was mostly confusion that came through as I touched at the stain on his shirt. The Contaminant was still there but inert. Thank God for small favors; at least I wasn't about to have my best friend turning on me. I just had to worry about the other twenty or so students. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Hey! Why aren't you two drinking?!" McMaster blew her whistle, and now I knew why I was the only one in pain. It was a cursed object, and recognizing she was an Agent of the Tainted allowed me to see what looked like a normal whistle you'd expect to see a coach with was in reality a dog whistle covered in various mystical runes. "Get them!"

"Get us?! For spilling a drink?" I tried to fight my way through the pain, gripping the cart to support myself as Eric looked around. "Um, Alex? Why does it look like everyone's eyes are glowing?..."

Damn it, gotta think fast! Fighting through my pounding headache, I ripped the lid off the drink container and pushed it as hard as I could at McMaster just as she was about to blow her whistle again. She instinctively bought her hands up to try and protect herself from the flowing liquid. Her command was lost as the students tackled her, eagerly trying to drink up as much of the Contaminant as they could.

"The locker rooms! Come on!" I'm normally quiet and reserved, only speaking up when I'm spoken to directly or bringing up something that I think is truly important. That's probably why Eric didn't question me despite the clear confusion on his face when I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the locker room; he knew if I was speaking up, it was important to listen to what I had to say. That didn't mean he didn't still have questions, though.

"What is that stuff? Who is she? How did you know about all this, and... and WHAT is happening to them?!" I didn't answer any of his questions, though simple observation gave him an answer to that last one. Even as far away as we were, I could hear the sickening sound of bone snapping as our classmates started to mutate. Most of them had our backs to us as they crawled around on the floor trying desperately to get more Contaminant, their shirts splitting across their back and revealing tufts of dark purple and black fur underneath as they grew. A normally cute blond girl who was on the cheerleading team turned toward us as she tried to get at the puddle behind her, though now I'd use cute in the past tense. The too long for her mouth tongue that slurped and licked up the drink kind of detracted from her overall physical appeal, not to mention the whole drinking stuff off the ground thing.

"Barricade the door!" If he was bothered by his normally meek friend ordering him around, Eric didn't show it as he looked around and start piling whatever he could in front of the only door in or out of the locker room.

"I have so many questions, I barely know where to start!" I'm sure you do, Eric, but now is not the time. At least he stayed on task as I searched through my locker, resigning myself to what was about to come next. "Why didn't we just run out of the gym? Are you calling someone for help?"

"We didn't run out of the gym because then they would've followed us out and spread out. At least for the moment they'll focus on us instead of getting loose all over the school. And we came here because there's only one way in or out, and they'll have to come through it to get to you." A mixed wave of relief and nervousness hit me as I found what I was looking for. Things were about to get weird... well, weirdER.

"I guess, but I don't know if I can hold them all off until help arrives!" Eric explained as he pushed a heavy bench in front of the door. Almost an instant later a hard thud came from the other side of the door, followed by another.

"You misunderstand. I'm holding them off, not you. As for help, well..." I didn't think Eric's confusion could get any worse, though watching me slip a golden necklace with a small bell hanging from it over my head seemed to prove that it indeed could as I closed my eyes, "...Well, help is already here."

"Goddesses of the Milky Way, hear my call. Grant me life to sustain, strength to protect, and charisma to lead. Let your power flow into me, through me, to drive back those who would darken this world. Milky Way Power!"

What happened next seemed to take a lifetime for me as I finished chanting the spell. I open my eyes to find that I was apparently in the middle of space, only able to see my body as a vaguely masculine outline of white light with no details of which to speak. A small collection of stars directly above my head seemed to shine brighter than the rest, forming the shape of a giant pail of milk as the lights were connected in a constellation of stars. When the last bit of the constellation was connected, the bucket seemed to become an actual physical thing, just before dumping its contents on me.

My body seemed to move on its own as the milk dripped over my head, starting to flow into my hair. Instead of merely dripping out or soaking it, though, my hair grew in response. As my head tipped back, my normally short hair hung longer and lower, gaining a body and fullness that it didn't have previously while regaining its black color. My skin also absorbed the dripping liquid, my sort of masculine features becoming softer and smoother as their natural white color returned. Any trace of facial hair or other masculine features were left behind, leaving me with a very feminine and beautiful face.

My neck and shoulder grew sleeker and slimmer as the milk flowed down my body, though there wasn't any kind of slimming down as the milk reached my chest. The slim masculine chest gained a slightly feminine edge as breasts started to swell. I tried and failed to hold back a gasp as they grew, starting as barely visible lumps of flesh before suddenly surging into a size you'd expect from an average high school girl(or guy turning into one. You know, as they are want to do), before suddenly surging out again to something you might see on a super model, before surging EVEN larger. Though it was hard to see in the vague outline of my body, my nipples were receiving a similar expansion. Their growth occurred in time with my growing breasts, starting from being roughly the same size as a quarter to being almost as big as my balled fist.

Speaking of my fist, my hands and arms also received a similar feminine thinning and smoothing. They were as soft and delicate as could be, which betrayed how strong they were truly becoming. While it might look as though I'd struggle to lift more than the average man, I'd be able to lift that weight and the man along with it, as well as several other men without breaking a sweat. My stomach didn't seem change much as the milk flowed over it, the soft layer of fat remaining firmly in place. It was just that, past that layer of fat was a rock-hard set of abdominals that was much harder to get past.

My waist didn't really narrow much compared to its normal state, but the way my hips and ass flared out a moment later you'd be forgiven for thinking that it had. Within seconds I went from barely having enough of a butt to sit on to having a butt that just wouldn't quit. My hips flared out to such a degree that I worried they'd throw me off balance if I leaned too hard one to one side or another. This was also to say nothing of what was happening to my cock and balls, which was basically that they simply weren't there anymore. Instead I felt a slit opening between my legs as a warmth grew inside of me, likely the forming of my new vagina.

The feminine reshaping of my legs was almost an afterthought compared to what came next. More milk poured out of the pail above me, but instead of being absorbed into me it began to form around me in solid shapes. There would be a sound like a, "PLOP!" of something liquid dropping from on high into a pool of liquid , then clothing would form over my nude body. First was a headpiece, a black band with decorative white frills around it. Next the milk dripped over my necklace, the golden band replaced with a leather-like band that the bell hung in front of.

Clothing to cover my more feminine bits was next, although cover would be a rather loose definition. A black corset tightened was tight around my stomach with white string, which made my already bulging chest seem even bigger as it was barely contained within the white fabric cups that were a part of the corset. The skirt portion was mostly black, with a pair of white stripes separated by an equally thick black stripe running across the whole width of the skirt. Said skirt barely made it halfway down my thighs, with only a skintight pair of black Lyrica shorts underneath offering any additional covering. Finishing off the ensemble was a knee-high pair of heeled black boots.

My body had transformed already, but there was still a few details to add. A pair of stars on rushed to either side of my head, glowing brightly as they moved out to either side, then sharply upward. They left a solid trail of light behind them, and when they dispersed said trail of light turned into a solid pair of pointed horns. Another star formed at the base of my spine at an already formed hole, flowing downward from my spine. When this star dispersed, a long, bovine white and black spotted tail was left in its place.

To finish off the transformation, a new constellation began to form above me as I raised my hands toward it. The lights connected and formed into the shape of my weapon, the war-hammer Bell Ringer. My already enormous strength felt amplified even more, and despite its size and weight I twirled it effortlessly between my fingers. It moved back and forth between both hands before I struck a final pose, brandishing it in a manner that said, "I'm ready for a fight!"

It was in that pose that I suddenly found myself back in the real world. Eric's mouth was open in what could only be described as slack jawed shock, and my face took on a deep shade of red as I vainly tried to cover my mostly exposed chest with one hand and pull my skirt down a little further with the other.

"Trust me," I said in a softer, embarrassed voice as I tried to pretend to not notice Eric was swelling a little himself in the groin region as he looked at me, "This is just as weird for me as it is for you."