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Dr. Ie flew through the school like a sneaky little hunter, bumping into people, knocking over vases, and producing only the occasional sonic boom. As evidence of her mastery of stealth, no-one took any notice of her anyway.

Her pointer beeped: her ninja-field was still up. She ignored this.

Following the scent in the air like a thread, Ie sped through the labyrinth of the academy and came at last to one of the dorm rooms. Screeching to a stop (an action which broke every window in the corridor), she stretched, cracked her knuckles, and took a peek through the keyhole. 

On the other side of the door stood a young woman in a maid’s outfit, her long red pigtails swinging as she swept the floor. Dr. Ie’s eyes flashed at the sight of so much luxury – if she didn’t know better, she would have said it was the bedroom of a princess.

Of course, that was silly. No princess would have a room without a single man-made object in it. 

Taking another sniff to confirm she’d found her target, Ie opened the door with a noticeable creak from the hinges. Fortunately, she was so stealthy the maid didn’t catch the slightest hint of her, not even when Ie bumped into the coffee table, sending a beautiful mug clattering to the floor. “Woops.” 

The maid continued her work with a pleasant hum. 

Approaching her, Ie reached into her cleavage and pulled out her pointer, with which she tapped her chin as she thought. Nyow, what should I do with this one, nya? She’d made a lamp and couch so far, but that didn’t have to mean anything. What would this adorable little redhead work best as…? Hmm…

Her eyes slid to the bed. She frowned. No, not quite. She just didn’t have the… the plushiness for a bed. 

Her gaze passed to the bedside cabinet, and with a resounding crash, she slammed her fist into her palm. “I’ve got it!” What better form for a maid than a storage container placed next to a larger object? It was purrfect! 

She twirled her pointer around her finger, took aim, and licked her lips. “Any last words, nya…?” 

Unfortunately, she was so stealthy her victim couldn’t hear her. She turned her ninja-field off with a scowl. 

Zzzzzap! 

A blinding pink beam, like electrified bubblegum, shot out of the pen’s tip and buried itself in the startled maid’s breast. With a scream, she snapped straight as a soldier at attention, and stood there quaking, eyes trembling, as her body started to change: 

It began with a sudden flash as her clothing sparked and caught flame, instantly consumed by a writhing tide of pink fire. It only lasted a second, but that was all it took for her to eat up all her clothes, revealing the trembling, sweating body hidden nubile and rigid beneath them. She squeaked, her eyes widening in terror. 

Next came a sudden bulkening, as if someone were forcing an invisible buffet down her throat. Her mouth spread wide, wide open to receive it, and her gut plumped, fattening to gravid fullness. It wasn’t just her belly that grew though: the rest of her body soon thickened as well, chest bloating, buttocks swelling, thighs squeezing together till you could no longer see between them. Under different circumstances, this growth might have continued forever, bloating her into a giant, rotund planet of fat and folds, but here, it came to an abrupt end, arrested by an invisible barrier, and left her cubed, as if a wandering mime had walked in and wrought some mischief. She looked like a condom wrapped around a filing cabinet. 

Her smile widened, though it was more of a rictus grin than one of happiness. Wider and wider it spread, till it stretched from one end of her cuboid head to the other, teeth a stark wall of ivory – you could have played piano on them. The tip of her tongue protruded from between them, looking a little fatter with every moment.

Her nipples twitched and perked and, like a pair of magnets, snapped together. Meeting in the center of her chest, they fused and fattened into something much thicker, while down below, her clit did something similar, swelling into something more suited to a male groin than a female. Around these three protuberances – tongue and nipple and clit – appeared thin seams, rectangular. It didn’t take much thought to figure out what they were. 

Like a car in the crusher, the maid compacted, growing smaller with the second. Her arms flattened entirely into her sides, while her feet collapsed into a pair of harsh blocks and split, taking up a place in each of her four corners. 

Finally, Ie twisted her pen one last time, and, as if someone had coated the former maid with a particularly magical kind of varnish, she changed from flesh to a smooth, polished wood. Light wood overall, though there were a few dark patches – on her head, between her legs – wherever she’d had hair. 

Of her face, nothing remained but a pattern in the whorl: a terrified pattern, its eyes wide in panic. 

Dr. Ie lowered her pen, breaking the beam off with a crackle. Grinning, she crept forward, enjoying the delicious waves of fear radiating from her victim. She placed a hand on one of the cabinet’s new knobs and yanked. 

The drawer flew open. And an exquisite scream, all pent-up lust and pleasure, sounded in Ie’s head: Nnnnn~! Nnnah! Ah! Ah! Oh, let go! Let gooooo…! 

Snickering, Dr. Ie released her. 

Just as she was about to tuck the new cabinet into her cleavage, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Freezing, she cocked her head and listened closely. Who was it? Whatever the answer, they were coming this way.

She sniffed, and another delicious scent reached her nostrils. She rubbed her hands with a grin – clearly she’d picked the right place to hunt. 

Of course, if they were coming here, she needed to hide. Fortunately, her mastery of stealth meant she had hundreds of options. She opted for the lamp – its slender form should conceal her! 

The door opened. A young blonde in a pretty blue dress swept into the room… and froze with a gasp of shock as she saw Ie. “Wh-who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?” 

Ie’s pointer beeped to remind her her ninja-field was off. She almost threw it out the window. 

With a snarl, she flung herself across the room and landed with a splat on her new target, pinning them to the floor. “Nyow, what should I do with nyou, nya? Something to go with nyour maid, perhaps?” 

The girl trembled. “M-my maid? Wh-what have you done with Anne?” 

Ie flicked a glance at the bedside cabinet. “Well, let’s just say nyou won’t have to worry about her stealing the silverware anymore. Heh.” 

“Nyow, let’s see. Actually, I suppose it’s obvious what I should do with nyou, isn’t it, nya? If nyou’re the maid’s mistress, then that can only mean nyou should be the bedside cabinet’s…” Giggling, she leapt off her victim. The blonde scrambled for the door, slipping and stumbling in her panic. 

The beam caught her three paces from the exit, catching her mid-flight like she’d reached the end of a rope. With a squeal, the blonde flew back and, spinning in the air, dropped to the floor, ending up on all fours, her front aimed at the ceiling. “Nn~!” 

Ie poked her breast with her foot. “Mm~, nyou’re definitely a little plushier than nyour maid, nya. Nyou’ll make an excellent bed.” 

“A-a-an excellent…?!” 

Zzzap! With a screech from her pen, Dr. Ie opened fire, slamming a bolt straight into the unfortunate blonde’s bust. 

As with the maid, as with the mistress: it was the clothes that went first. With a whoosh, they ignited, burned to cinders and then nothing. The blonde squealed; Ie chuckled a little harder. 

Glistening in the juice light like a big piece of clay, the blonde’s body warped under the hands of the pointer. First it swelled, thickening fast and evenly. Breasts, buttocks, and stomach, all bloating till their owner was hidden beneath their fat. Even her head swelled, though its growth was a little different: instead of inflating, it spread upward and out, drawn thin and taut as a sheet of fabric. Her face, stretched across it, assumed a grimace of terror. 

Underneath her swelling form, her hands and her feet balled up and hardened, while a wall of flesh similar to her distorted face rose from her knees to balance her out. This addition to her silhouette must have made her fate obvious, because the blonde screamed louder than ever. “Please, no–! I don’t want to be a bed! I don’t want to be a–! Nnnnn~!” 

As with her maid, the blonde’s expansion came to an abrupt end, her swollen figure caught in the walls of a short cuboid cage with dimensions very similar to – you’ll never guess – a mattress. The blonde screamed as her swollen body slammed against it, squished tight.

With a lick of her lips at this sudden influx of pleasure, Ie twisted her pen again, and the beam crackled with a fresh wave of changes for her victim. The blonde screamed – louder than ever – only to cut off as her distorted head hardened into a smooth board of wood, expression hidden in the grain. Her hands and her feet did the same, as did the wall extruded by her knees, all hardening into a strong wooden frame to better support her new body. 

Finally, her fattened torso rippled like a water balloon and tightened into a thick, white mattress with a sleek blue duvet. And with a pop, her swollen breasts separated from her body and plumped themselves with a pair of plush pillows – white with yellow frills. 

Dr. Ie lowered her pen, breaking the beam with a snap, and crept forward, keen to get a closer look at her victim. 

The unfortunate blonde squirmed in her new body, fighting to move, though she no longer had the capacity. Her cries for release altered their meaning considerably as Ie planted her butt on her though. As she sank into the mattress, earning a squeak from the springs, Princess Bed screamed in her head, moaning and wailing and pleading for Ie to get off her. Nnnn~! Nnnnah! Ah! Ah! Stop it! Stop it! Get off me! Get offffff!

Instead, Ie grabbed one of her pillows. This earned a psychic scream so loud Ie couldn’t help but snicker. “Mmm~, I bet nyou’ve nyever had a big, plushy pair like this before, have nyou, nya? Nyou should enjoy it.” 

She hopped over to the cabinet, whose own moans had largely died down by this point, replaced by tearful sniffles. P-please, turn us back! Please, just…! …W-wait! Stay away! Stay away from me! Stay–! 

Ie wrenched open her top drawer and stuffed the blonde’s pillow inside it. It was a little difficult to get the drawer shut again afterward, but her victims’ screams were more than worth it. 

**

Back on her borrowed/stolen saucer, Ie dropped into her chair and put her feet up on the console. Her little furniture hunt hadn’t gone that badly, all considered. She’d already found a few buyers for her acquisitions, and with the bells from their sales, she’d be back on the property ladder by the time she arrived home. 

In the meantime, there was little to do but sit back and watch a few commercials. 

“HAVE NYOU EVER HAD A SUDDEN WINDFALL, NYA? GOT A TON OF CASH NYOU WANNA BLOW ON SOMETHING STUPID?! WELL, COME ON DOWN TO PLANET PACHINKO, WHERE NYOU CAN GAMBLE AWAY NYOUR ENTIRE LIFESAVINGS IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, AND ALL WITH ZERO RISK OF EVER MAKING A RETURN!”

Dr. Ie’s eyes lit up. “Oh boy, gambling!”