Getting Into Character TG zap

Eiri shifted on the bed, letting the mattress absorb his weight as he considered what to do next. He could turn on the TV, but nothing good would be on; he could get up, but he wasn't sure what he would go too. "Maybe I'll just get another beer from the fridge," he muttered after a moment.

"Wouldn't," muttered a voice. "Messes with your liver like hell, and would wreak havoc with the story."

"What?" He spun around in the bed, feet fishtailing across the surface as he looked for the owner, eventually pushing himself all the way up as he looked around. "Where…?"

A finger tapped him on the forehead, the bod behind it slowly materializing in a soft grin as Ethalia looked him up and down. "Not my best prospects, but I've had worse… Good measurements… nice bone structure…" She glanced at his groin, smirking softly. "I don't think we particularly need to touch that area, but thank you for the visual."

His fingers scrabbled down, touching cloth in relief than looking up in accusation as the girl brushed a blonde strand of hair from her eyes, already darkening to brown. "Who are you?"

"Ethalia," she shrugged. Her red tee shirt was shifting as she spoke, taking the form of a split dress that hugged against her curves, the skirt melding with the top.  "I'm Kevin's muse; here on behalf of his current attempts to zap people silly? You've been bugging him about some crap that you'd never get picked, so I figured I'd take care of it myself while he was looking the other way and take care of the problem."

"You mean you're going to zap me?" he asked, cautious to keep any excitement out of his voice. He wondered if she could read it anyway, the way that smirk came across her features again. Her body seemed to shift as she moved towards him, the afterimage of a red tail appearing behind her as she slowly crawled onto the bed.

"Yeah," she whispered, smiling a little. "I'm gonna zap you. Now strip off your clothes – I can see through them anyway."

"My clothes?" he asked, cautiously glancing at his groin again and then back at her. She rolled her eyes in response, stroking the air as the light rippled, a light-based keyboard appearing with another gentle poke. Her fingers flashed against the keys without noise, accompanied by a quiet grumble or two as his pajama's disappeared.  

"I put you in the database this morning," she explained. "Characters are under my control  - which is why I could come here."

"Into my room?" he demanded, glancing around. The door was still closed, and locked from what he could tell. The windows didn't seem to be open, and he saw no sign of anything that might have made the noise of before. "What do you mean by database?"

"It's not your room, it's your dream," she informed him, sidestepping the larger question as she continued to type. Which means its Kevin's dream now; I've cordoned the more apathetic and depressed part of your personality for personal use – I figure I'll leave the rest in place, and you'll be happier for it. Particularly considering the link between you will probably mean this will affect your physical body, too…"

"What-?" The words cut off in his throat, his sides constricting to squeeze the oxygen from him as Ethalia continued to type. His fingers stretched out as the muse's flashed across the keyboard,  slenderizing as the effect spread across the arm, now bare of body hair. He could feel his entire body twitching, unable to take a breath as his legs spread out against the bed, his finger slamming down against the stiffened flesh of his groin as it collapsed inwards. There was a single moment of pleasure as it filled her, followed by a prolonged moment of pain as his muscles and bones began to shift, both cutting off in an instant as she continued to type. She could still feel his body changing, though, flesh rippling and shifting as the nipples began to bud. They pushed out, growing in time for trickles of dark brown hair to touch against them and send shivers down his spine. She wanted to scream when the wind brushed against them, the hair making him feel like he was going to burst until Ethalia shut the sensations off.

"Sorry; nerve confusion when bodies shift like that," she muttered, barely paying attention. They throbbed in midair for a moment, perkier than nature should have allowed while they were being held up by the transformation spell. It felt like Eiri's entire body was caught in a vice, unable to do more than shift her hips, her legs still spread out wide and her arms splayed against her thickening thighs. Her bottom pushed out a little, too, face burning as the bones reconstructed. "A little bit bigger," added Ethalia, the next tap causing her breasts to throb again. She felt a more muted version of the earlier pleasure, difused across her entire body this time as the rolling flesh continued to move away from her body, stopping barley below the point of obscenity.

"Am I… done?" she whispered. The softness of her voice sent a thrill through her, one that she was careful to keep off her face ; it would be her luck to lose her transformation because Ethalia thought she enjoyed it too much.

"Not much…" Ethalia whispered, smiling a little as Eiri blinked, trying to remember what she'd just been thinking. "I'm lowering your IQ a little – not enough to bimboify you, just enough to make you more compliant… it'll rise up again; in a few weeks, when you've forgotten you were ever anything else but Ailee… Which should start… now…" She grinned.

Ailee blinked back at her,tilting her head in an attempt to understand what she'd just been talking about; or, considering her state of undress, whether she'd been talking at all. She looked particularly down at her spread legs, giggling a little bit into a hand before glancing at the pink and black outfits that spread her closet, tight enough to reveal every curve.

"Um… Can I have some… Privacy, boss?" she giggled, again.