Kafka

The Stellaron Hunters were an interesting lot. From what intel you could gather they were a powerful if small group of renown criminals. Two of there members, Blade and Kafka had certainly raise quite the fuss on the Loufu. It was all rather amusing. You watched from afar as the Cloud Knights and the like ran around like headless chickens while all the chaos unfolded. It was funny.

Seeing as how they seemed to kick quite the commotion, you decided to keep an eye on them. To be precise you kept an eye on one woman in particular. Kafka, the supposed current highest member on the Loufu. You didn't doubt there was stronger in there group, but probably not aboard the Loufu. You also wondered if the group had any more member who had the same...appeal Kafka presented to you.

Nevertheless you followed them. You watched them perform there jobs, and you had more than fortunate when you noticed Kafka and Blade split ways. Apparently Blade completed his task and satisfied, he had left for the time being. Kafka meanwhile had some unfinished business to attend to. You wondered what kind of business she could have. That's when you saw her wander into a boutique.

"Oh...of course." It seems like some woman were just drawn to shopping. Of course you knew it wasn't true for all, but Kafka didn't strike you as the type. Nonetheless you would make full use of this chance. You followed her inside, phasing through the walls and ceiling. Eventually you found her, she had just taken some clothes in her arms and had headed into a changing room. You hurried in side.

You were quite fortunate. Kafka was in the middle of stripping down her clothes when you entered. You wasted no time, and immediately phased into her back. You'd thought she'd be harder, but Kafka's body was easier to wrestle control from. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body started to spasm. It would have fallen over, had you not regained enough control in time to catch her.

You smiled with your stolen lips as you saw your new reflection. Not bothering to even try on the new clothes, you simply took a few that you thought were good and handed them to worker standing outside. As tempting as it was to have some private time, here wasn't the place for it. You redressed yourself in Kafka's original outfit.

It was tighter than you thought.

"We like it snug." You chuckled in Kafka's voice as you flexed your fingers after putting on her gloves. You took a good look at your reflection. The white shirt, hugged your figure nicely, showing off your lovely new bust. It was rather ironic, Kafka wasn't even wearing such an overly provocative outfit, yet she exuded sexual charm. You let a smile form on your stolen lips as you left the boutique with your bags in tow. You were going to have so much fun with this body now.