Embarrassed girl (story)

Jane, a petite, black-haired high school girl, was holding a rather risqué sailor suit (if a nerd saw it, they would instantly recognize it as Shimakaze’s outfit from Kantai Collection) and screeched in a voice high-pitched for her age.

Her distress echoed throughout the apartment’s plain-looking living room, and a startled crow leapt out of the window and departed into the evening sky. Jenga pieces were strewn about the center of the space, and beside the mess was a black box with a hole in it that only one hand could fit through.

As Jane retreated to the corner of the room, her classmate and close friend Gina grinned and sidled up to her. Particularly eye-catching was her adorable brown ponytail and, for some odd reason, the word “DUMBASS” scribbled in marker on her forehead.

“…You’ll have to join us, Jane. After all I look so silly myself!” she chuckled.

“But Ainsley looks good, right? That’s such an amazing Megumin cosplay! And she’s a real witch! And a real kid!”

“…Oh, you wanna go? I’ve got plenty of beatings for you with my special magic stick.”

With those words Ainsley provoked Jane, getting up from her couch and pointing to a staff leaning against the wall.

Also a close friend of the other girls, and a little girl in many ways, Ainsley was strangely cosplaying as Megumin from KonoSuba, which she was incredibly enthusiastic about.

Furthermore, like the character she was a true magician, but that’s a story for another time.

“That’s right, Jane! All you’ve done was buy us soda! Don’t you think it’s unfair that you’re too good at Jenga?”

Something small flew around Jane, rattling on and on like an unattended alarm clock.

“And why is Aislinn complaining anyway? She never participated in the first place!”

Jane was fed up with the owner of the overhead voice, Aislinn: a palm-sized fairy and the being she unwillingly entered a pact with.

But first, let’s start from the beginning. The girls and their magically contracted partners were enjoying their holiday at Ainsley’s apartment when Ainsley brought out a Jenga set and a random lottery box and uttered some bold words.

And so, each person wrote their punishments on pieces of paper, rolled them up, and placed them in a black box, then began their dangerous game with the seriousness of a student taking a final exam.

The competition was exceedingly fierce, and with having an insult written on her forehead and her arms cramping after doing 50 pushups, Gina suffered a terrible defeat.

As for Ainsley, being forced to go all out for Halloween in a Megumin costume, something she had prepared but had no intention of wearing, plus revealing her embarrassing secret that she once kissed a girl made her want to die right then and there.

“Hahaha! Jane, you’ve only treated everyone to soda and sang an a capella song, but it looks like your luck has run out!”

Gina’s eyes glittered with excitement. They were glued to a piece of paper in Jane’s palm that said, “I will do my best to cosplay as Shimakaze.”

“Okay! Fine, I’ll do it! I’ll go get changed! Just leave me alone for a sec, okay?!” she screeched.

Jane, standing pigeon-toed with her brown eyes moist from embarrassment, was wearing an overly revealing sailor suit. Because it was sleeveless her shoulders were exposed, and the vivid blue miniskirt barely covered her upper thighs right below her hips.

The long white gloves, which reached up to her arms, were modestly tugging at the hem of the sailor suit, guarding against the occasional glimpse of her navel due to its short length.

Not only did a salacious black thong barely cover her lower parts, but it asserted its presence by contrasting with her light skin at the sides of her waist. A bra, which was supposed to cover her breasts, wasn’t allowed to be worn to match the original character design.

With red and white striped stockings that were a bit more snug than expected, and a black bunny ear hairband set onto her short black hair…

Although her height was perfect, her hair and eyes were the tell-tale signs that gave Jane’s identity away.

“Ah, I can’t call this going all out… Hmm, is there a blonde wig you could use perhaps?”

Ainsley left a somewhat disappointed comment as she sat back down on the sofa, and Gina started searching for a wig of the same color as Shimakaze’s hair to make her appearance match just a bit more.

Jane’s face turned red as she screamed, forced to dress in a skimpy outfit for nothing. But the other girls didn’t want it to end just yet. Then Aislinn whispered in Jane’s ear in an amused tone.

“No, that won’t do, Jane… They have a point. We have to give it our all!”

Her black hair swayed smoothly, then grew longer and longer. It originally only reached her neck, but in the blink of an eye it slid down to her waist. At the same time, it faded from black to brown, then from brown to a magnificent gold color.

Jane’s eyes changed from a gentle brown into a piercing blue, as if a separate being had merged with her.

…No, it wasn’t just the eyes. Parts of her face were reshaped to look younger, yet sharper. In other words, when her facial features shifted to look less like Jane and more like Aislinn…

“It’s like the pretty, blonde, blue eyed, energetic Shimakaze jumped out of the game into the real world… This the perfect cosplay!”

Jane… no, Aislinn checked her whole body in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

Turning from the mirror to face the two, Aislinn pointed her thumb at her chest and nodded proudly.

“Well it was originally her punishment, so I’m replacing her… But for now praise this super cosplaying fairy Shimakaze Aislinn some more!”

As she sighed at how helpless Jane was, the sound of the girls’ approval made Aislinn feel extremely confident. Before she knew it, she had happily searched for information about Shimakaze on Jane’s phone.

Perhaps feeling in a good mood, Aislinn ran countless laps around the room with her arms outstretched parallel to the floor in a pose that’s synonymous with the character she looked up.

Aislinn waved her hand and smiled at her side where Gina was cheering next to the lottery box, as if providing fan service.

Ainsley’s spur of the moment cry didn’t make it in time, and she crashed into the wall and winced. The staff leaning against the wall fell, and the solid magic stone fitted into the tip of the staff landed squarely on Aislinn’s head.

A silent scream echoed in Ainsley’s eardrums, and at the same time she felt as if space had been distorted for just a moment.

On the other hand, Gina ignored Ainsley, who for some reason was sitting there in a daze, and rushed to Aislinn’s side.

Gina called out in concern to her, who on top of making a show of bumping into the wall and falling on her butt, was struck on the head hard by the staff that Ainsley made for her cosplay.

Somehow managing to prop herself up using the mirror, Aislinn rubbed her head and raised her voice to reply to the Gina reflected in the mirror. But before she could finish, her eyes opened wide and her body quivered, and she leaned against it as if she were about to fall.

Aislinn began to pant and sweat. Tinged with a sudden heat, her body sought the cold and pressed against the mirror like wet cloth on skin. As a result, only her trembling thighs, her arms feebly straining against the wall, and the mirror were left to support her now.

While Gina continued to call out to her with concern, Ainsley remembered what this phenomenon was.

Closing her eyes, the somewhat stimulating, amazing spectacle that she had seen many times in the past came to Ainsley’s mind.

When Ainsley said that, Gina, who was about to wipe away Aislinn’s torrential sweat with a handkerchief, gave a look a surprise.

Aislinn was about to reply with how unbelievable that was, but the change in her body and its accompanying shock prevented her from doing so.

Her legs slowly began to lengthen, and beneath her miniskirt the black thong steadily dug into her crotch. Her butt started to fill out little by little, and the burgeoning flesh jiggled behind the tightening confines of the thin fabric.

As the sailor suit was pulled upward it constricted her body, and her waistline started to show at the hem. Her hands were gradually squeezed by the white gloves, and in an effort to seek more room her fingers slowly curled. Her arms that were elongating to match her physique had also bent to match the other expanding parts of her body in order to somehow maintain her current posture.

Aislinn protested, her face reddening as she stared at the ceiling. While twisting her body, she manipulated her magic power hoping to get an upper hand on the situation… But the only result was the increased pressure of her clothing tightening all over her body.

It was exactly as Ainsley had feared. If she were a normal girl, then she could control her own magic as she wished, but this time, perhaps because she received a powerful shock directly from the magic stone, severe interference to her mana had occurred inside her body. Hence Aislinn, a magical creature called a fairy, was helpless.

In the meantime, her body continued to grow bigger and bigger. Her stockings were stuffed full of flesh to the point where they bulged out and seemed truly tight. Her breasts too began to swell, and as the space between the shirt and the mirror was being filled with its mass, Aislinn’s body gradually separated from the mirror.

Still at waist length, her hair grew casually as she changed. Perhaps because she had lost control of the muscles in her face and her emotions, she became teary-eyed and heavy breathing escaped her mouth, with a tiny bit of drool just starting to hang from it… like a human drowning in pleasure.

Leaning against the mirror and catching her breath, Aislinn felt ashamed and pleaded softly, as if she gained human sensibilities.

Providing a modicum of compassion, Gina turned away from the gasping, transforming girl, as she had similar experiences many times herself.

Ainsley, on the other hand, was torn between the common sense of averting her eyes from the suggestive spectacle and a magician’s instinct of wanting to observe the unusual phenomenon before her eyes. As a result, while covering her eyes with her hands, she had continued to stare at Aislinn secretly between the gaps of her fingers.

Now let me remind you that the girl’s upper body at this moment was covered by a single ill-fitting, indecently sized sailor suit, without so much as wearing a bra. And if her breasts continued to expand while being pinned against the mirror, then inevitably…

The protusion of her breasts, finally pushing out through the gap in her clothes, came in contact with the chilly surface of the mirror. That left Aislinn with a sensation unknown to her.

Completely drained of her strength, she sat down and spread her legs in an W-shape. That was a posture that allowed her to observe every nook and cranny of her body, including the inside of her skirt.

After the end of any transformation, she was usually able to control her body with far larger breasts than now… but for some reason she now greatly worried about her breasts. Her right arm began to support the two masses gently, trying not to have her nipples be stimulated by her hands or clothes.

She also had a history of trying to walk around nearly naked after her transformation, but concerned about her crotch’s reflection, which was now barely hidden by her thong, she tried to hide it by shifting her truly insufficiently short skirt downward with her left hand.

Ainsley, who was secretly peeking behind her fingers, came up a theory… but didn’t mention it because she had no proof.

While Aislinn was gasping, her breasts grew in volume and her belly button stretched little by little. Her height and shoulder width increased, and the space between her sailor suit and her skin became nonexistent. With no room to spare, an unpleasant sound from near the buttons reached her ears.

The slenderly lengthening arms and hands finally couldn’t withstand the small gloves she had been wearing before the transformation, and icefish-like fingers peeked out from five holes formed at the ends.

Similarly, inside the red and white striped stockings her thighs began to take shape, flesh swelling to the limits like boneless ham.

“Nng… Aah…!” she moaned. “W-What… is this amazingly good feeling… it’s like I’m going to lose myself…!♥️”

Now this is a bit off topic but Aislinn is a magical creature called a fairy. No matter how much they resemble people in appearance, they don’t need human-like intercourse to increase their population.

And because that was a trait of the human species, Aislinn was ignorant of sexual knowledge, experience, and desire, and above all had no real sense of it.

However she currently wasn’t in the body of a sexless fairy but, albeit in the form of possession, a human body that naturally had a libido and was sometimes at its mercy.

Now, with the changes to her body, the tips of her breasts were rubbed repeatedly as they were pressed against the tightening sailor suit, while simultaneously her crotch was being constantly stimulated by the tightening of the thong.

They were giving Aislinn sexual urges that she had never experienced before (or more accurately, unwittingly forced upon Jane each time).

“My body…” Aislinn managed between gasps, “can’t… take it anymore♥️”

In short, Aislinn was “feeling it” truly for the first time in her life. This was incomparable to the time when she reproached Gina earlier.

She somehow endured, though almost on the verge of giving into the unfamiliar pleasures, her whole body seeming at times like it would collapse at any moment. Her body trembled more and more, with each change continuing to give Aislinn still greater pleasure.

Before she knew it, the left hand holding down her skirt slipped downward to reach for her groin.

Similarly, her right hand which had been pressing down on and covering her navel found itself moving upward and gripping her breasts, which had swelled to the point where the lower breasts were exposed beneath the sailor suit.

“Haa♥ Haa♥ Mmm!” The sounds from her mouth became more erotic by the second.

The transformation continued as Aislinn gasped for breath, attacked by the sensations. Her body changed to become more and more glamorous.

First, her breasts. They gradually expanded, forcing the top of the sailor suit upward. The tips of her breasts grew harder, finally piercing through the fabric. The buttons snapped off, exposing two indecently, greatly erected nipples.

The fingertips penetrated the gloves and delightfully played with the two nipples. With each squeeze, Aislinn’s mind flashed white, and a river of drool spilled out of her mouth. As if coupled with the sweet stimulation, the volume of her breasts rapidly increased, and the damage to the sailor suit became more serious.

“Fairies sure give off quite the perverted vibe when get they sex-crazed…”

Ainsley muttered softly but only the sounds of ragged breathing reached Aislinn’s ears. Her face flushed red from embarrassment and the heat, and before she knew it, her tear stained visage had completely changed into that of an adult woman.

Her body grew thicker and the shape of her navel became longer and narrower, and her black thong was visible at her sides, stretched to its utmost limits. Her physique was even fleshier than before, and her more well defined waist could be seen.

“This is so weird!♥️ I don’t know what’s going on anymore!♥️ I think I’m going crazy!”

The pathetic skirt, which was now way too short, exposed Aislinn’s secret parts in all their glory. The recently debauched girl’s crotch, stimulated relentlessly by her tightly wedged V-shaped thong and her left hand, was stained with thick nectar.

And finally, her hips. Her hip bones lifted and her butt thrusted outwards. Her skirt reached the limit and tore open with a ripping noise. Holes formed on her stockings as well, her meaty legs seeming like they would almost spill out.

At last reaching the limit of her endurance, Aislinn collapsed on the spot. Her huge breasts and erect nipples pressed against the mirror, ecstatic expression on her face.

Aislinn stood up unsteadily. Her body had completely transformed into that of an adult woman.

Her breasts had grown so large that they pushed up her sailor suit and tore it off, her waist was tight, and her thighs became voluptuously thick. A mature look showed on her face, yet somehow retained an innocent expression. And above all, her hips, which had grown like her breasts and waist, were no longer concealed, presenting themselves in plain sight.

“It’s like you became a version of a Shimakaze from some perverted fanfiction… A completely adult cosplay…”

Ainsley commented, sneakily peeking through the gaps in her fingers until the very end.

“…Whoa, that’s lewd! …With that look you could win the adult costume contest as well!”

Catching what she said and turning around, Gina casually blurted out something outrageous, blushing from seeing the spectacle.

Inside her body, Jane secretly asked Aislinn in a tone of voice that seemed to bring a smirk to her face.

With her face as red as a ripe tomato, the fairy, who had yet to calm down from her state of arousal, shot back at the three of them.

Hello, I’m kayyack.

Sorry for the long wait.

Anyhow I’m glad I am able to create my second work.

I hope you’ll enjoy the mysterious and slightly immoral world of my respected creator and friend, finleytennfjord.

This text was translated by finleytennfjord

This story is based on that illustration

This is part of the New Salem universe.