Altered Fates: That Thing causes Isher and Kass to swap species, as well as Kass' sex.
"How'd ya do it, Ish?"
Isher stopped scrubbing. She thought for a moment, a hint of confusion working its way into her cheerful expression. "How did I do... what?" she asked, running out of breath by the time she voiced the last word. She was still getting used to not having to push so much with her lungs to get the words out.
Kass shrugged and inhaled deeply, a task that now took him a good four seconds ever since his lungs had nearly doubled in size.
"Deal with all the damn chatter. The stuff people say after you pass by, y'know? I'm catching stuff I never would've before with these things," he explained, swatting at his left ear, which now jutted out over a foot off the side of his head.
"Oh!" Isher said, putting on a kind smile, but couldn't help pressing her lips together in sudden tenseness. "I just... acted like I couldn't hear! It's just so awkward for everyone if they know you can hear."
Kass rolled his eyes and made a guttural sound indicating something between annoyance and disgust. "You could just flash one o' these," he said, waving a thick, long thumb-claw in a cutting motion, "and they'd at least wait 'till you leave the room before saying anything else."
The idea had never really occurred to Isher, and she thought on this as she continued washing the giant in front of her in silence.
It was far from the first conversation they'd had like this since the incident a few weeks ago. Kass had been quick to answer any unwanted comments or attention with an icy glare, a challenging step towards the speaker in question, or some other form of intimidation. It had been startlingly effective. While Isher always felt uncomfortable at the mere idea of doing such things herself, she couldn't help but envy the cowed respect that Kass had won among the rank and file of the tradehouse over the previous weeks.
While Kass was clearly upset and annoyed at the whole situation, Isher couldn't stop thinking that both of them made a better what-they-now-were than what they were born as. Isher had explained to Kass that she just felt right in the body of a petite human which she now inhabited, but she hadn't yet worked up the courage to tell him just how much. It was an absolute dream come true to her; she hated being a huge, lumbering creature of claws and muscle living among a people much smaller and weaker than her. She wanted to work the Undergardens, not guard high-risk personnel and move piles of lumber around.
And Kass, well he made a far better monster than she ever could have been. Though he complained endlessly about it, she could tell he was greatly satisfied by the impression he left on people, and he was quick to use his newfound strength and imposing frame to get what he wanted.
He got what he wanted a lot these days.
She was just glad that he still felt the same powerful sense of loyalty to his friends, demanding that Elim and her remain with him in a sort of "attendant" role, and share in the higher pay that was afforded to the House's new, highly effective brute.
She didn't yet have the heart to explain to him the absolute joy she felt when others looked down at her with an expression of consideration and protectiveness that so often resulted from looking upon a small, frail, but cheerful girl.
Lost in the thought, her small hand slipped as she wrung the suds out of Kass' hair, causing a splatter of the foamy water to land upon one of the enormous orbs of flesh jutting out of Kass' chest. She saw the annoyed expression he made; not at her, but at this particular aspect of his new situation.
Kass had become a female of Isher's old halfbreed race, and unlike her, he wasn't born small among his kind. And it seemed that carried over into his new proportions.
"I could ask you how you dealt with these things too," the now heavily female Kassen replied in his/her new deep, rumbling voice, which was certainly much lower than before, but still retained the sound of a woman.
Isher knew what he was talking about. Not since puberty had she been able to reach across the table for something and not leave a trail of destruction between her and her target as her chest plowed through all resistance it met. It was something she had watched the new Kass experience twice this week already. Whoever was assigned to wash the food off of his new uniforms' chest area certainly had their work cut out for them. She hoped they were being paid well.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught her now-monstrous friend grimacing down at his massive chest as he pressed in with his muscular forearm, as if to better contain them, but at their sheer size, they mostly just wrapped around it, mocking his efforts.
"Damn... things," he thought as the massive fleshy orbs fought him yet again. It was one of the easier things to notice after the change, both for their size and weight, and for how frustratingly active they were in terms of movement. They gave a deep bounce, pulling on the skin under his clavicles, with each step; and that was surely in part because every step was a heavy, cumbersome thing that must have looked like he was trying to stop something on the ground to death every time.
The memory was still fresh, the sudden feeling of crushing, enormous weight wrapped around every inch of his bones. It felt like he had woken up under a wagon's worth of sandbags, feeling the kind of weight that he could struggle against with every ounce of his strength, without moving an inch.
In the sudden panic, he had pressed his arms against the ground and desperately pushed upwards. He felt the familiar amount of tenseness in his muscles, and it was predictably not nearly enough to lift the immense weight upon him. But he kept pulling his muscles tighter, and instead of reaching their limit, they simply tightened more in response. He kept asking for more from them, and they kept giving.
Within seconds, he had pushed himself and all his newly-attached weight to a sitting position without any strain whatsoever. But then something kept pulling him forward after he had relaxed his arms, and he experienced a moment of vertigo and disassociation as he felt the insides of his thighs press against the skin on his chest, which was more than a full foot-and-a-half above his legs.
It made more sense when he realized he was now sporting a massive pair of woman's breasts, each individually weighing well over 30 pounds and larger than a human head. Many times since then he had raised his new head to the heavens and expressed thanks that his new form had the back muscles to match the task of carrying them.
Still, it had taken him some time to get use to living at that level of sheer mass; each movement took longer and required more muscle (which he now had), and the hardest part was getting a sense of just how much space he now took up.
Arms that stood out several inches more both on the outside and the inside, shoulders too thick to move through a standard doorway straight on, and of course the constant reminder that attached to him was now an obscene amount of woman-flesh on all the areas he had enjoyed letting his eyes linger on girls in previous times.
He hadn't expected the feeling of vulnerability and exposure that resulted from men staring at his. Not that he wouldn't have stared, if he was in their position, and there wasn't so damn much of it to look at, he constantly reminded himself. Especially with the new foot configuration and the hundred or two pounds of tail he now dragged along, it was all too difficult to move in a way that didn't make it look like he was strutting like a streetwalker, emphasizing the sway of their hips and bounce of the chest to advertise their goods.
"Look at me," it all screamed, despite his discomfort, "look at my femininity, how ripe my body is for a man's touch."
But unlike Isher, he felt no shame in expressing when he didn't want to be looked at. He had found the enormous knives sticking out of his thumbs and inner toes helped with that quite a bit.
He tapped one of his toe-swords against the ground absentmindedly as the tiny dark-skinned woman who recently towered over him dutifully washed his thick mess of hair, with that kind, happy smile that he had grown used to seeing.
It spoke of contentment, which was strange seeing it upon a girl who normally wore an expression of nervousness, often accompanied by hunched shoulders and pressed-in arms, as though silently apologizing for simply being there.
It was a smile she wore often, now that she only worked the Undergardens when she wasn't tending him and his monstrous new overly-female body. He knew there were probably more qualified caretakers in the House's employ, and he had been offered such. But it wasn't an experienced chambermaid that he needed; he needed someone who he could trust, someone he knew how to talk to, and someone he felt slightly less embarrassed asking about feminine issues, measuring and fitting the massive undergarments he now wore underneath his custom-made red uniform, as well as in situations like this.
He had made a couple attempts at washing himself at first, but after the fourth blood-gushing self-injury from the weapons built into his new thick, powerful hands, he decided to let someone else do it until he had a better handle on his new digits.
He looked down at them as Isher worked, and suddenly felt a wash of sentimentality. He slowly, carefully, maneuvered his hand around the small woman and gripped her shoulder lightly. He watched her stumble slightly and readjust her stance as the weight of his hand rested upon her. As always, she said nothing about it, just looking up and smiling at him kindly with a soft chuckle.
"You're important to me, ya know that, right," he said in a deep, deadpan voice. He decided it came out flatter than he wanted.
"You're really important to me, Isher," he said, quickly correcting himself. "I just want you to know that, okay?" That sounded almost... desperate, he decided. Can't just leave it at that.
"It's just... nice having you around all the time. I think... Maybe it's because I needed someone around who understands what it's like to be... this. Maybe? I dunno. It's just... nice," he continued.
Isher felt it again. She tried not to let the surprise reach her face, to break the kind smile that she wanted to offer him always.
She was heartbroken when she had looked over at him past her new, smaller body, and saw the figure of a woman in the place of the man she once longed for. It was all right, she soon decided; she could still be a part of his life, they could still have some manner of a relationship, perhaps even a closer one then they could have before, as she had already become more and more convinced with each passing day that the man of her dreams had no interest in her that way.
So maybe it was all the muscles, the sheer size of him, wrapped though it was in the form of a woman. Maybe it was the closeness they had shared since she had begun helping him adjust, or how Kass seemed a bit more emotional, more sentimental like this. Maybe it was the way he made her feel even more small, dainty and weightless the way he would sometimes pick her up with a single arm and carry her on his wide, muscular shoulder, or how being close to him made her feel safe and protected.
Or, obviously, maybe it was the way he was draping his huge, powerful hand around her small shoulders and telling her that she was important to him. While also naked and wet.
Whatever the cause, she was feeling it again. The same feeling she had felt when a man had expressed interest in her, had made her feel wanted, and made her want to grow closer to them. She wasn't sure how such a thing would work, though such things were apparently not unheard of in human society, but with each passing day, the how of it seemed to matter less and less.
She reached up and clasped her hand around two of the fingers atop her shoulder, as many as she could fit in her new hand.
She smiled her usual smile, the one filled with joy and unjudging acceptance that she wanted him to know was always there for him.
"I think so too," she said, the words coming out far more excited than she had meant to show.
From the look on Kass's face, he definitely noticed.
Thanks to Raptie for handling the character coloring and shading on this one!