A New Me
tw// Scenes of described dysphoria. General kinks include TF, but the smutty part of the piece is filled with growth, heavy excessive cum messes, cumflation, room flooding, and messy cuddles. Hope you all enjoy reading!!
Special thanks to yetanothersmutwriter for his assistance in peer editing and looking over the piece. I'm incredibly grateful considering my messy style of writing apdjfpwer. Please do go check his stories out too, they're amazing!
Two footsteps pattered amidst a heavy rain that drenched two dimly lit figures. A sharp flash of light lit the two as they ran towards the condo, thunder booming around them as they rushed to reach the door. Opening and then closing the door with a loud slam, they quickly stumbled their way into the home out of the pouring rain, taking off their jackets and drying themselves off. Quil huffed and from the last run, carefully putting down their bag of clothes on the nearby countertop while the dragon behind them shook his whole figure, sending water back to cover the human's shirt.
"AHHH I just took my jacket off!!! Could you wait till I'm at least out of the room?!?"
The anthro derg's ears went down, his face almost pouting. "S-sorry,, I was just so wet. It got all under my clothes." The ice drake Scrivenger was a good several feet tall, not exactly hulking but big enough to almost block the whole door frame behind him as he shut it. Quil moved against the wall searching for the light, flicking it just as the hallway thermostat kicked in. Scrivy flapped his wings out fast, but respectfully away from the other person currently running towards the bathroom for a towel as he splayed more water around the wooden floor to dry himself off. His long tail flicked to and fro while he ruffled his spiky blue hair with a paw. By the time he was finally relieved of moisture from head to toe, the human came back around the corner as they mushed a towel to their face.
"God it was so bad out there. I just hope the clothes didn't get drenched." Quil sighed, taking the bag in their hands and carefully removing the fabric from the plastic bag. Somehow, the bunched up clothing was completely dry.
"Are they alright?"
"Yeah. Just happy I don't have to put them through the drier now." Scrivenger smiled back, fanning his wings a bit before following after Quil as they headed towards their room. He knows Quil has been excited for this for so long, regardless of how incredibly small it might seem for anyone else. Meanwhile, all Quil could think about was the nervous turmoil that came with trying on the clothes they firmly gripped in their anxious hands.
The derg bent his head down as he squeezed through the doorframe into the bedroom, just as Quil spread the clothes over the sheets. The whole scene had a foreboding atmosphere, thunder still roaring in the background as flashes of light pierced through the narrow gaps of the closed blinds. At least, it certainly felt like that to the human constantly staring straight at the bed. Upon it, now laid lacy garments. Just one big women's bra and a thong.
Scrivenger rested a large scaled hand on Quil's back as the human hesitated, the human continuously looking in fear of what's in front of them. For them, the whole week had been one long approach to this one strong barrier. After telling Scrivy about their body issues, the derg had tried to help and support them to find the confidence just to take the first step. He had watched them stare at a mirror of themselves with nothing but a depressed look on their face, sometimes tears. Quil wasn't happy about how they looked, but they were constantly in turmoil over if they could even try to change that. They had an inclusive friend group who helped, significant others who assisted, but even now, that scary feeling that they wouldn't be accepted with this act couldn't remove itself from their mind.
"It's ok. You don't have to try them on now." Scrivenger said, giving Quil's back a gentle rub in assurance.
"No, I'll... I'll try them on." Quil began to disrobe, gritting their teeth while tossing their shirt away from their pale form. Their flat chest was still wet from the rain, their belly curved a bit outward. As their pants fell down, their flaccid cut shaft was revealed as its smallish stature smacked against their thigh from their forceful disrobing. Their legs and arms themselves were lightly toned, but hairy; they could never find the effort to shave them clean. Instead, Quil focused their beautifying efforts towards their hair, cultivating it to a fine sheen that fell past their shoulders in silky brown waves.
Scrivenger just watched along, prideful but a hint of worry for their well being as Quil finally sat down naked and started to get their legs through the thong. Not content with just doing that though, he closed the distance between them and took the bra in his hands and started helping them put it on. Two hooks and inexperienced fiddling later, Quil turned to face towards Scrivy. Quil moved a shaky hand from their neck down to the matching panties, bulged slightly by the genitals held within. They were crying.
"Y-you ok??" Scrivenger asked hesitantly, trying his best to help Quil in any way he could. He inched closer to Quil, attempting to wrap an arm around their shoulder in support. Quil moved aside the arm, sighing.
"I'm fine. Just... overwhelmed. I feel a lot of things right now." Quil sat down on the bed behind them, hands pushing in on the cups. "I should've grabbed something at the store to fill these haha. I don't know, I think I feel better."
"Well that's fixable, right? Just need to grab a few socks." Scrivenger smiled, taking a hand to scratch behind his two horns next to his hair, "If it wasn't for your friend who kept recommending that place to you, I would've forced you to shop for those in a Macy's or something. That place was way too sketchy for what it was."
"I had to. They talked about how this place would help me feel like 'me.' Although I don't think I'm feeling that quite yet." Quil spoke, shivering a little in the open air. "Maybe I should put something else on top of this before we go to bed."
Scrivenger chuckled. "You'll probably have to if you want to warm up against an ice drake." Quil smiled, looking lovingly at the derg before starting to move atop the bed and tuck themselves in.
"Not going to wash off?"
"I should, but I'm so tired right now... I just want to go to bed." Quil rolled onto their side, pulling the blankets on them as they sighed. Scrivenger just looked on proudly. They had spent all week playing "will-I-won't-I" and he was extremely happy that they managed to push themselves to make such a big leap. Still, there was a tinge of concern that they really weren't feeling well and needed his comfort more than anything. But they were right, it's far too late to do anything else but go to sleep right now. He flicked a button on the thermostat, kicking the heat into motion as he put on some large dark blue pajamas and went up to cuddle themselves behind their comparatively tiny partner.
Normally, cuddling them from behind would feel like holding a comfy furnace. But every touch of Quil's body on Scrivy felt like they were just as cold as he was. Quil shivered under the covers as the big derg spooned them from behind, with Scrivy's arm wrapping around Quil's hip. Scrivenger pushed closer and moved his muzzle to their neck, whispering,
"It'll be ok."
Quil sobbed less at that as they started to breathe in deeply, calming themselves down. The human held Scrivy's paw to their bra, slowly beginning to doze as the storm above them raged on, the deep thunder and heavy rain mixing with their steady breaths and luling them to sleep.
A heat.
Quil woke up burning all over, trembling and sweating profusely. They pushed against the sheets immediately as they rolled out of bed, attempting to catch themselves before smacking straight onto the floor with their arms. There was a soft 'thump' as they hit the ground, Quil's eyesight blurring as they attempted to come to their feet. Picking themself up was extremely difficult, their whole body on fire as they attempted to find their balance. It was still dark in the room, only a barely lit dawn pouring in from the window allowing them to see at all. Slowly, they tried to get up once more. It was proving to be far more of a challenge than they could've expected. Their legs felt entirely alien to them, buckling and almost causing them to face plant on the floor once more as they balanced each foot on the ground. It might've been better to just crawl, but they needed to get to the thermostat to turn on the AC desperately.
Quil groaned as they stretched their legs out on the ground and bent their knees slowly before finally getting up. As they swapped from all fours, their mind was too hazy to notice that they were perceptibly a few inches taller. It was too dark to see clearly, but their body didn't quite feel the same either. The outfit felt tighter too, their chest pushing against the fabric and forcing shallow breaths. Quil stumbled, weighty step after step as they closed the distance to the thermostat by the bedroom door. It took every ounce of their focus, their world practically spinning in place as the white thermostat got closer and closer. Finally reaching it, they slowly raised a digit to turn off the heater, but those digits were a bit longer than they were familiar with. Seeing double of the controls, Quil shook their head and just pushed their palm into it.
The AC kicking in was enough to inform them of their success as they groggily changed their direction towards the bathroom door, a heavy thirst for water climbing from the back of their mind. They almost tripped on their own feet as one of their toes somehow lodged itself into the wood. They let out a frustrated gruff and forced it out, the newly formed claws taking a piece of wood with it that flew off and smacked against the side wall. Too tired to care, they moved to the bathroom and turned on the light. Quil had to close their eyes momentarily from what felt like a bolt of lightning landing in front of their face, back pushed against the wall behind them as they righted themselves. With one eye squinting open they positioned themself towards the sink and slowly put out a hand to open the faucet.
They did so slowly, with more than an inkling of newfound strength coursing through their body, they heard water roar out of the sink despite what they thought was a gentle turn. They put their whole mouth forward to take water directly from underneath the faucet but was unexpectedly stopped, forcing themselves forward unsuccessfully until they stuck out their tongue and lapped the water in defeat.. After quenching their thirst, they pulled the knob behind the faucet to stop the drain, slowly moving their head up and letting their tongue fall out. Just the taste of water was euphoric for them as they cooled off, the bathroom air conditioner helping too as the world finally stopped spinning.
Eyes finally adjusted to the harsh light, they looked up in the mirror groggily. What stared back at them was more than enough to justify Quil screaming loudly.
If the sounds of thumping and wood tearing off wasn't enough for Scrivenger to wake up he sure was now, sitting up quickly from the yell. He brushed the sleep from his eyes as he looked toward the bathroom. Quil stared wide-eyed at themselves in the mirror: Gray scales adorned most of their form, traveling from their face, down their sides, towards their hips, and over their perfectly toned legs that led down to the four-fingered clawed feet they now stood on. From the new prominent abs on their body up to their mouth were dark blue scales, shimmering a little in the light as they brought one of their gray hands to feel them. They were perfectly smooth. Their silver claws traveled up to touch the bottom of their chin, where two small horns jutted down from. A blue fiery mark adorned each eye, with two large, curvy horns on both sides jutting back. They held each in turn, feeling their hefty thickness, then combing their hands through the dark blue hair between them.
The ice drake slowly moved out of the bed, looking around and seeing the light destruction that paved the way to the bathroom at the side. He looked back to where Quil should be sleeping, at the bedroom door that was still locked, and at the window that was currently still closed. After a moment of listening to the water running in the bathroom, he stifled the confusion in his mind and headed towards the light.
Meanwhile, just as Quil was getting comfortable with what their new body, an onslaught of additional changes came in. Quil grunted as they felt an appendage thrust out from their behind, a large, grey-topped and dark blue-bottomed tail newly formed.. It smacked against the wall behind them, its huge form easily floor-draggingly long as it brushed up against their legs. Scrivenger could only stare in complete shock as he watched them from the bathroom door. To him, they looked remarkably feminine now, with their hips curving in perfectly and a firm set of fat added to their rear. Quil certainly felt that way, getting a few more looks at their face as they got used to the changes. Fear was gone from their light blue eyes, a feeling of empowerment surging from every corner of their body as they moved their hands over it. Their teeth grew in, the white fangs looking menacing, but made less-so due to the long and cute red-pink tongue that still hung out of their mouth. Quil straightened out their body as their shoulder blades extended to let huge wings grow. They were huge too, the full wingspan wide enough where the right wing pushed strongly against the shower curtains to the side. The huge draconic and bat-like wings were grey at the top but had a beautiful gradient to it, going from grey to dark blue at the bottom.
Quil smiled and took their hands to their bra, of which was noticeably stretched to its limits. Of course, what would complete the image that they had wished for with all their hearts more than the hefty breasts that adorned them. They were crying again, but not the same as before they had slept. They cried euphorically, tears streaming down their eyes as they smooshed and and cusped as much of the chest as they could. They? No, She was HER. She was Quil, a dragon free to be herself and comfortable with her body, and nobody could change or criticize that anymore. She moved to the left, noticing the just-as-big dragon standing in the way. Scrivenger was now smiling exactly as wide as she was, elated for her.
She practically jumped at him, pushing her chest up and squishing it against him as she wrapped her arms around Scrivy. She cuddled him in place, sobbing and profusely nuzzling as she moved her hands up and down his back. Not a word was shared between them, they both knew. They were both happy.
A few minutes later, they were both sitting on the bed. Quil was moving her legs up and down excited while Scrivenger just kept staring at her as she was lost in giddy thought.
"Do you think I'll have to introduce you differently?" Scrivenger smirked, elated that Quil returned with the same exact expression,
"I'm still non-binary, but use she. It feels right." She said, moving her hand to her chest and closing her eyes, "It still feels surreal. This... I never thought that clothing was capable of something like this, or that there was 'magic' that could do this. I just hope that whatever I do from here I don't wake up and realize it's all a dream again. I don't even want to find out what caused it, I just want to keep this forever."
"I understand. I want you to be who you are too." Scrivenger scooched closer on the edge of the bed, before putting his hand over hers. Quil blushed, legs crossing together as she stared into him lovingly, before having to suddenly reel back.
"W-what's wrong?" Scrivenger got up quickly, tail swishing around as the other derg began to squirm in place, arms crossing over her chest as spasms took over her form.
"A-ahh, I feel h-h-hottttt!!!!" She yelled, claws gripping at the bedsheets and tearing them as her panties started to push out beyond the sizable bulge she already had. Within moments the tip of her member was freed, but it was quite different now. The light crimson shaft had smallish spikes ruffled around the tip, and the whole spear itself was practically segmented. Every half foot down its length it thinned and bulged back out, like parts of a centipede. It was extensively thick and sweat pooled down its form, shimmering in the light all the way to the base. Her balls busted the fabric out just as Scrivenger's eyes finished looking down the whole length, expanding quickly to meet her thighs. Each of those huge orbs sagged a little down from her member, their sizes bigger than her head. Her chest grew in response, not content with being outdone as the bra was pushed out further. Just before it could grow out anymore however, Quil was barely able to slash the bra-strap with her right hand. Her breasts jiggled in place as they were set free, the growth finally coming to a close at a size a tad bigger than the balls below. They still kept their perky shape, perfectly round with dark purple areolae. Of which, was now starting to leak.
It certainly wasn't the only thing to leak though, with her member now profusely dripping a steady set of precum that first dangled like a thread before the outflow brought it down on her balls. The mostly clear liquid drooped over her basketball sized privates, combining with the sweat and continuing to droop further down onto the bed sheets. She started to grind buck her hips instinctively up, and moaned as she brought them back down as she felt her cunny rub up against the bedding. It too was wet, slathering copious amounts of her fluid into the fabric as she continued to whine and buck her hips. And Scrivenger could do nothing but salivate at the whole picture.
The dragon was practically hypnotized, drooling a little from his mouth as he gazed upon that scepter. The physical image only got hotter when he watched a splurt of preseed escape that cumslit to land on the floor. It was enough to splatter, a couple spurts splashing back on her feet as she continued to huff and groan. It was too much for Scrivenger to take much longer.
"C-Can I... uhm..." The light blue dragon nervously crossed his legs, his own pink and prehensile member completely erect and releasing itself from the pajama shorts. It drooled pre down to his trousers as a pink blush traveled from his head to his shoulders.
"Please ahh,,,-huff- I need it." She said through exasperated breath. And it was just the words he needed to hear. He was tempted to just completely pounce on her, images of taking that member in every position infecting his mind, but all he could do was stumble forward, walking around to her side of the bed before bending his knees onto the wooden floor. His eyeline met the tip of that shaft, its presoaked surface practically taunting at him. Scrivenger's tongue fell out, slowly closing the distance with that beautiful shaft until pink flesh met light red. He lapped at it quickly, completely under its spell as a sweaty musk began to infiltrate his nostrils. The taste of her shaft was absolutely divine, the liquid on top of it more than enough to overwhelm him. His own shaft drooled more to match his arousal as his maw opened up wide.
Its thickness was certainly a contest for him, but he wasn't about to lose against his lover. The tip touched his throat as he got down several inches in one fell swoop, with his tongue smacking against the bottom and attempting to wrap around it as his mouth strained around the girth. Pre splooshed in with each throb, sliding straight down his gullet with no delay as he swallowed gulp after gulp. It was practically ridiculous how much she was producing without even coming close to getting off yet.
Scrivenger picked up the pace, moving his head back and forth and taking on an additional inch every single time. Quil roared out in ecstasy, hands now free from tossing around finding her nipples and squeezing strongly. They were extremely sensitive, with just one squish causing nerve endings to fire off down her whole body. In response her shaft splurted a massive glob down the ice drake's throat,. It was so pressurized that it splattered right out the sides of his mouth, coating the thickness of her member with even more pre. It was like a water balloon had gone off, with much of it splattering to cover more of the bedding. The floor didn't fare much better, with a puddle beginning to form on the hardwood. Scrivy even started correcting his posture, making damn sure not to slip on the pools forming on the ground.
Milk hosed out of her nipples at the exact same time, with the dual streams going off in each direction. Quil pointed one towards the deepthroating dragon's face as he was splashed with the streaming milk. Scrivenger shut his eyes against the oncoming flow, letting the white milk droop down both sides of his snout as he continued to take in more and more of her meat. He could taste a bit of the milk too, only encouraging him to go faster. Quil was practically pleading for it herself, bucking against his face, the action proving difficult when every time her rear hit the bed her clit rode up against the sheets. The reaction in her mind only stewed thoughts of being filled herself, a new desperate need for something to meet her hole as she wagged her tail, trying to steer it towards her needy entrance with faint stretches. However, for now her inexperienced tail wasn't quite prehensile; it just moved the soaked bedding to and fro as her pussy soaked more and more of the bed to saturation, showing off her increasing desire.
Scrivenger kept going as she moaned and groaned nonstop, now getting about half the length down his throat as his belly started to sag a little against his pajama shirt. His whole neck bulged out with the girth of the member, straining and milking the thickness with every instinctual gulp. His tongue was reaching its way to the base of the prodigious cock, still lustfully licking the musky pre as much as he can. Milk and pre still drooled down from the bottom of his maw, his entire pajama shirt soaked through with the combined fluids as he was struggling to get down the next segment of her member.
Quil's eyes flashed, the need to release destroying whatever barriers left in her mind as she growled. She sat a bit upright and quickly grabbed Scrivenger by his horns and pulled him forward, spearing his whole throat down her length. The ice drake's eyes widened, feeling the tip now reach all the way into his belly as he let out a muffled moan. His eyes fell half-lid as he submitted to his new role, with Quil pulling him back and forth until his snoot was plapping against her waist with every thrust. Each smack caused her balls to gurgle louder, production ramping as they sagged with added weight. Gods she was getting CLOSE.
She started to pound harder, roughly taking his throat with increased strength as he felt the tip of her shaft push against the top of his chest over and over. Combined with feeling his belly sag further forward, the pre churning and slushing around inside, caused him to cream first. His prehensile shaft dripped against the bottom of his belly before letting a quick splurt release, rocketing off his scales and sending strings of opaque white onto Quil's legs. Scrivy humped forward as he came, another couple shots firing to coat the bottom of his belly in dripping seed as his eyes rolled back. He lost focus as he succumbed to ecstasy, his arms flailing before sagging down as Quil continued to thrust against his shivering form.
Then she suddenly stopped, hands releasing his horns as she bottomed out her whole length in his maw. Everything came to a halt as Scrivy felt the member throb slowly, unable to taste its girth anymore with his senses entirely overwhelmed. A moment later, a roar escaped Quil's mouth as she finally let go. Her cunny strained around nothing one final time as a copious amount of translucent sticky fluid splattered against the bedsheets beneath her. Her squished butt cheeks were soaked through as the releasing gush splattered everywhere. An explosion of puss juice splashed out the cracks of her bum, so pressurized that globs of it hit the pillows near the wall of the bed. Fluid dripped from them as the surrounding floor didn't fare much better, with her girlhoney squirting onto it making quick round puddles. Her whole body spasmed as the rest of it joined in orgasm, with the dribbles of milk down her nipples between streams now becoming two powerful hoses. They slushed outwards, going far enough to coat the floor behind Scrivenger with actual gallons. Within moments the wood behind him was soaked white in milk, like the aftermath of a paintball fight.
Scrivenger was brought back to reality momentarily as his mouth was widened, a bulge traveling along the length stuck in his mouth as it slowly moved through. The whole shaft was already thicker than his arm, but the cum bulge traveling down was like a baseball being squeezed alongside it. His knees buckled as it inched down his throat, his belly rumbling with the fluid already inside as if excited for what's to come. Then it all released at once. His belly blimped out with the shot of it, starting to reach Quil's legs as it surged with seed. There was so much coming out that it was already backwashing up, with thick viscous white coming out the thin cracks of his taken maw. It added another coat to her legs as she kept releasing inside of him, howling in ecstasy as her knees trembled with the warm puss juice now also soaking down her thighs. Her balls were taut, their huge form pushed up against the cum receptacle's chin as it generated load after load to inflate his form. His belly now touched the floor with its weight, sagging like a condom and splaying over Quil's feet as he continued to receive each virile shot. His own member drooled out another orgasm, pitiful compared to the release within as pleasure continued to skyrocket through his whole body.
Her sanity returned admist the ninth or tenth shot, eyes widening but her body still enraptured with orgasm as she fought to pull herself out. Between loads she pushed him off to the best of her ability, with a forceful 'plop' as his gaped maw was shot off with the next load as Scrivenger fell backward. His head lightly hit the floor, soaking his hair with the milk covering it as his middle faced the ceiling. There was so much that his belly button was pushed up, with cum still drooling from his mouth as Quil now fired just as viscous loads to cover his form head to toe. Thick globbing string after string splattered across his body, his whole form dripping with the slime within seconds.
It was so warm, with each drooping slush running down his scales leaving him just as sensitive as the height of his orgasm. It pooled around him as he was forcibly bathed in it, with Quil desperately attempting to stifle the source with an outstretched hand. It only pointed the shaft elsewhere, with her arms trembling too much to get any control of it as shots now splattered against furniture. Dressers now looked as if white Christmas ornaments were thrown haphazardly on it, a computer desk on the far wall was soaked in the next shot as if a water cooler filled with white slime was dumped on it, and the walls had globs and impact zones of cum dripping down to the floor. Even the ceiling wasn't spared as the next erect shot pointed upwards, making sure no place of the room was spared from her wild loads. The responsible derg was coated too, ecstasy traveling back down to her still firing cunny as she felt her own white slime pool between her breasts, and slush over her abs. Dripping with white she could only smile as she surrendered herself once again to the outflow, and laid back down on the completely splattered bed, just as her shots were finally starting to let up.
After another minute of weaker shots pelting against the ground with lewd splashes, it finally turned into a drooling dribble from out her cumslit. She breathed in deeply, the high dropping from her mind as she stared at part of her cumsplosion. Facing up, her eyes looked around at the ceiling as massive wide and heavy drops slowly drooped before splattering on the ground. The whole plaster above was painted in heavy white, leaving not a single bit unscathed. She couldn't get up to survey the destruction around the room, but she could imagine it was about the same. Thoughts of slimed desktops and soaked furniture, white soaked window and the derg she loves swimming in knee-deep slime, all gave her another bit of excitement. Pride too, that it all came from her. That this new body let her accomplish even her kinkiest dreams, all these scattered thoughts just made her feel all the more euphoric.
Scrivenger at the same time slowly picked himself up, now sane and having to heft his belly with a good deal of effort. It was so massive and wide that he looked to be far beyond pregnant, and it was extraordinary to him that he could even stand upright. Especially when Quil's thoughts were the actual reality around him, with his legs pushing against a lake of white that was up to his knees. It was slowly draining, with the bottom of the bedroom door just enough for some to slush out into the hallway. He looked left to see the bathroom just as flooded, with the cum pool not high enough to travel over into the bathtub. Oh well. The ice drake smiled and took heavy steps forward before making it onto the bed. Slowly he inched up, coughing a bit as his belly smacked against the bedding too fast and letting some white drool back out form his maw. He licked his lips up before lying down on his side, right next to the blissed out Quil. She turned to face him as Scrivenger grinned, before pushing his snoot close enough to peck her on the cheek.
She giggled at that, before turning her body over. It was difficult to lay on her side with her new wings, having to lift herself a bit to free the white-soaked left wing, but she managed. She nuzzled herself against Scrivenger, a leg of hers straddling across his own with her arms wrapping around his hips. She hugged him with every ounce of leftover strength, light tears traveling down her eyes as she deeply kissed him. Scrivenger's tail wagged fast behind him as they eloped long into the morning dawn, happy.
She strolled in front of Scrivenger, eyes wide and joy in her every expression as they both made their way through the shopping mall. She had to borrow a friend's dress of course, with a navy blue and white striped outfit that barely kept her whole body contained, as well as some loose shorts within it to keep her dangly parts controlled. It was lovely though, with it being just long enough for her to give a little twirl without seeming indecent, bar the heavy chest that no bra she could find would contain. People didn't seem to mind too much, the happiness exuding off her being practically infectious as onlooking eyes at her breasts through her clothes shifted up to look and then copy the same joyful smile. Scrivenger walked with that same expression behind her, dark grey t-shirt and light blue shorts suiting him as he was led by the hand. They both entered the clothing store expediently, passing by the slightly shocked staff before stopping on their heels to confront them. The ice drake smiled and let Quil do the talking, questions of the biggest sizes they had, best looking outfits they knew, and even a light flirt as the anxious side of her was shown to be effectively gone. Quil small-talked with the lady staffer as they walked, with Scrivenger just thinking about how she had been and behaved a short while ago. It was a transformation they never questioned since, with a long week of life adjustments and new challenges as Quil got used to being what she wanted to be.
But the question of how she was dealing with it now was a mute one, as moments later Scrivenger stood in the dressing room as Quil joyfully showed off in front of him the last outfit she bought. It was a large dark blue dress with its own custom-fit braline, with long stretchy shorts underneath made to contain genital bits of sizes that matched her own. Tears flowed down her eyes as she moved her hands down from her chest to her hips, feeling wonderful and sexy as she wiggled her jiggly butt and rocked her hips. She twirled once more, feeling the air of the room sway through her thighs and feeling perfectly comfortable. She wiped her eyes as she smiled, just as Scrivenger surprised her with one big cuddly hug. She met it in kind, resting her head on her shoulder and nuzzling against his cheeks. There was quite a big future ahead of them, but one thing was certain for her. That now it wouldn't be one with heavy thoughts of bodily regret, and enough room to make sure that each night would be a happy one, and each morning one where she can smile at the mirror.