So let's just move on and say goodbye to you and me

“Um, Mary?” Morgana looked timidly at Mary, wondering why the redhead was staring at her so strangely. She had an odd look in her eye, one the goth couldn’t quite place but made her feel a little uncomfortable. “Why are you looking at me like that…?”

“Hmm?” Mary blinked, not quite sure what Morgana meant. She didn’t think she was looking at the other girl in any particular way. “Pardon me, I was just thinking about how else I could help you find your ideal self, that’s all.”

“Oh… okay…” Morgana still wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that. “Um, how do you figure?”

“Well, you’re trying to make Nick happy, right?” Mary pointed out. “Oh, you don’t need to be shy! I know all about how you feel!”

“R-right…” Morgana laughed awkwardly along with the giggling redhead. She felt an odd tension in the air; not like Mary was out to get her or anything, but something definitely felt different. “You did say that was okay…”

“Of course it’s okay!” Mary nodded vigorously. She puffed up her cheeks and put her hands on her hips. “Morgana, you’re not the only one who’s grown, you know! Believe it or not, I used to be very clingy and possessive- Once I knew that Nick was the one for me, I didn’t want any other girl to go near him!”

Morgana vaguely remembered something like that. She swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I remember that…”

“But that was all in the past,” Mary promised, shaking her head. “I’ve changed a lot since then! I’ve grown up considerably! What’s most important is Nick’s happiness, and that means filling his life with the women who love him!”

Seized by passion, she seized Morgana’s hands as well, and clenched them tightly, looking into the shy goth’s eyes.

Morgana found herself transfixed with Mary’s gaze, and infatuated with her message. She hadn’t spent a lot of time with the farm girl, but it was clear that Mary’s passion for Nick could give her own a run for its money- no, Morgana was just being stubborn. It was obvious that Mary was far more obsessed with him than she was.

“That’s why I want to help you so badly,” Mary said quietly, realizing she’d gotten a little swept away. She let Morgana go and stepped back, taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. It didn’t help much, though. “When you said you wanted a private lesson, I knew that it was because you wanted to make something for Nick tonight. I just wanted to help you out a little at first, but now I realize how important this is!”

“It… it is?” Morgana just wanted to make him happy because of what her dream showed her. Mary seemed like she was reading too much into this.

Mary nodded. “Yes,” she insisted. “After all, this is your big chance, Morgana! Your chance to sway Nick’s heart, and make him fall head over heels in love with you!”

Morgana’s eyes widened. “R-really?!” She gasped out, her heart pounding in her chest. She remembered the passionate embrace she’d shared with Nick on their previous night together, when he’d made love to her just as she’d always dreamed. That had been so wonderful… but the way Mary was talking, it seemed like there was a chance for something even greater on the horizon.

“Just think about it,” Mary said, closing her eyes and envisioning something grand. “Nick loving you so deeply and intensely…”

It sounded wonderful. Morgana knew that Nick liked her, but he was in love with Mary. The part of Morgana that was uneasy and insecure (so most of her) had always wished she could know what it was like to be loved for him.

And if anyone could help her get Nick to see her that way, it was Mary.

“You… you really think he can love me?” Morgana asked. She didn’t mean for that to sound so pathetic, but, well…

“Of course he can, anyone could love a sweet girl like you,” Mary insisted. “Even with your heretical ravings about witchcraft and the like. It’s one thing to pretend for sexy purposes, but I hope you aren’t actually worshipping demons or anything!”

She winked playfully at Morgana, whose cheeks reddened in shame. As fond as she was of her past persona as a witch, she also felt a deadly wave of embarrassment wash over her whenever she remembered how she’d acted when she came to the island. Like she really was some dark and powerful witch and not just an awkward teenager.

For all Morgana’s love of dressing up and “practicing” her “witchcraft” she had oddly become more rational of a person since learning about the dark arts that were truly out in the world.

The mishap she’d had with the mirrors last round had helped snap her out of her twisted attitude as well.

“So, um… you really can help me, then? What do you want me to do?” Morgana asked. This had become about so much more than just a bit of cooking.

Mary’s eyes shimmered with delight. “The first thing you need to do, if you want to capture his heart, is learn how to cook!” She insisted, making Morgana wince.

“Oh…”

“No, no, it’ll be fine, I promise, I’ll be able to help you with that,” Mary insisted, shaking her head. “But that’ll captivate him. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, after all! But then, there are other things.”

Normally, talking about stuff like this would have had Mary turning as red as Morgana. But she was too worked up for her usual modesty to affect her. Morgana’s Sotto Voce transformation had mixed perfectly with her own massive libido, and whatever part of Mary might have been shy or reserved had checked out.

Now she was as horny as if Nick was right there in the room with her.

And speaking of Sotto Voce…

“We’ve gotta work on your transformations, too!” Mary insisted.

Morgana’s eyes widened. “Wh-what!?” She stammered, shaking her head frantically. “What do you mean by that!? Transformations…?”

“Your Sotto Voce transformation, to be specific,” Mary clarified. “That’s an important one. It can boost the arousal of anyone who hears you talk! And that means it’s perfect for getting Nick to want you. Now, sexual desire is only part of the puzzle, of course. But it’s an important piece!”

Morgana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But… but Mary-!” She gasped. “That’s not like you at all! Aren’t you more, um… romantic?”

Mary blinked.

“What’s not romantic about that?” She asked, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “Enflaming his desire so he longs for you more than anyone else… and then having him push you down as you give yourself over to him fully and completely…”

Her eyes took on a glassy look as she stared off into the distance, and Morgana winced. Yeah there was definitely something off about Mary, and Morgana was starting to realize that maybe she was a contributing factor here.

“Mary…”

“Hmm?”

“This… how are you feeling right now?” Morgana took a few steps back. “It’s my transformation… it’s affecting you, isn’t it? Getting you horny…”

“Oh, uh… yes, I suppose it is, a little,” Mary admitted, blushing sheepishly. “I’m sorry, am I coming on too strong? I just can’t help it. Thinking of you in a situation like that, it’s just so… …I’m sorry, Morgana, I’ll behave,” she said, winking at her friend.

Morgana tried to smile and laugh it off, she really did. But she still felt overwhelmed by uncertainty and doubt.

“It’s not just your transformation, though,” the redhead pointed out. “It’s mine, too! My new one, remember? If You’ve Got It, Flaunt It! It helped me realize how great transformations can be for showing one’s appeal to Nick! Now, I haven’t changed my mind on transformations, I know that it’s not good, what Dakota is doing to everybody. But, well, hey. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?”

She laughed a little at her own joke, and Morgana laughed awkwardly too, not sure she quite understood what the other woman was getting at.

“Um…”

“Morgana, your Sotto Voce transformation is a good thing,” Mary said, leaning forward and stroking the goth girl’s cheek. “With just a few words, you can get Nick aroused and ready to be with you. Don’t you see how great that is? He’ll be spending all his time and energy doing nothing but showing you how much he wants to make love!”

Morgana blushed. She could imagine that vividly- it was practically how they’d become one in the first place!

“I was actually not sure about it at first,” she admitted shyly. “I thought that it was a bad thing… making people horny like that, when they didn’t want to be…”

“Not at all!” Mary shook her head adamantly. “I mean, yes, there’s a time and place for everything, obviously. I don’t exactly appreciate getting so horny and worked up when we’re supposed to be cooking, you know?”

She laughed playfully, and Morgana wondered how much of that sentence she genuinely meant.

“Well, uh… I mean…”

“But in the bedroom? When it’s just you and Nick?” Mary shook her head. “It’s no different from arousing him by speaking dirty! Why, when we’re together, and I want to get him ready to make love to me, then I just whisper into his ear about- oh, my, what am I saying!?” Mary wailed, fanning herself in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Morgana, when I get like this, it’s a little hard to keep in mind that I’m not alone…”

“N-no, it’s okay…” Morgana was seeing a side of the other woman she seldom got to see. Usually, Mary was mature and modest, and behaved like the perfectly-composed wife. Even when she got flustered or embarrassed, she wasn’t so… raunchy!

But it was clear that her arousal was starting to get to her. And as much as Morgana may have felt bad for the hand she played in turning her friend on, she also knew that it wasn’t her fault. These things just happened sometimes!

She took a deep breath and exhaled. “So… work on my cooking, and also, don’t be afraid to talk to Nick with my transformation, in order to get him aroused and ready to make love to me. Is that all I need to do?”

Mary nodded cheerfully. “I think so! And if you get any new transformations, I’ll be happy to talk to you about those. Sound good?”

Morgana laughed weakly and tried to smile. She wished she could feel as confident about this as her friend clearly did.

“I just… I don’t know,” she admitted, shaking her head. “I want to do all that stuff you’re talking about, Mary, really, I do. But… I just don’t know.”

Cooking was so hard. And she wasn’t sure if she could ever get the confidence to try and seduce Nick with her voice the way Mary was encouraging her to.

If only there was some other way she could attract the other boy! If only… if only she was like Mary, and capable of swaying him.

“I just wish I could be more like you,” she admitted.

Mary’s eyes widened. While she was touched by the sweet words of her companion, they also clued her in to something that they could try.

She spread her lips in a wide grin. “I just had a brilliant idea, Morgana!” She grabbed the goth’s hands again and pulled her close. “What if there WAS a way that we could do that?”

“H-huh?” Morgana stammered, looking at Mary in confusion. “What do you mean?” She wasn’t quite sure what the other woman was getting at.

“What if we could turn you into the perfect woman for Nick? The girl he’s always wanted you to be? Or, I guess, the girl you’ve always wanted to be for him?”

Morgana blushed. “That… it sounds really nice,” she admitted. It sounded lovely, in fact. But she didn’t really think it would be that easy. As much as she wished she could be the perfect goth mistress for Nick, she’d been down that road once before. “But don’t you remember?” She asked weakly. “When I touched the mirror? That mirror, it-”

“This isn’t like the mirror at all,” Mary assured her, shaking her head. “What I’m suggesting is that you drink some of my milk!”

Morgan’s jaw dropped.

“…HUH!?”

Mary blushed. Making the suggestion was enough to cause her to cringe internally, but she couldn’t help herself. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was that this was the correct thing to do.

This would help Morgana- Mary was certain of it.

“My milk has the ability to transform you into the version of yourself that you think is the best fit for Nick,” Mary reminded the goth girl. “It worked on Rose, remember?”

Morgana remembered how Rose was like before Gina’s party. The way Mary’s milk had transformed her.

“You… you want me to become like that?” She asked, not sure about that idea.

Mary shook her head. “It wouldn’t go like that,” she replied. “No, it’ll turn you into whatever YOU think is the perfect you for Nick! Don’t you see?”

Part of Mary’s transformation made her want to corrupt the girls with her milk. She knew that was the part of her pushing so hard for this, the side of her that wanted to see what would actually become of Morgana once she took a sip.

And while Mary could have fought it, she really did think this was the right thing to do, as long as Morgana was onboard.

If it worked out, and Nick liked the new her, then wouldn’t it just be perfect?

That’s what Mary was eager to find out.

Morgana, for her part, looked uncertain, but not unwilling.

“Do… do you really think this is the right thing to do?” She asked warily.

Mary nodded adamantly. “If you want to show off something new to him, and if you want to get a better image of your ideal self, then it’s perfect!” She insisted. “And don’t worry, the transformation is temporary, after all!”

That did make Morgana feel a little better.

Just a little.

“O-okay,” she relented with a **** nod, and took a deep breath. “If you think it’ll work, then… okay. So, um… are you gonna just…”

She glanced reluctantly at Mary’s large breasts, bulging out from her flannel shirt.

The redhead was already working at undoing the knot.

“Mary!” Morgana squeaked in surprise.

“Hmm?” Mary blinked, confused. “Are you gonna suck, or…”

“I thought you were talking about… about squeezing it into a glass!” Morgana stammered. Mary wasn’t really planning on making her drink straight from the nipple… right?

Mary blushed. “Well, I mean… I guess we could do that,” she agreed. “But it feels a lot better if you take it in directly. I have no idea if it would even work being drunk from a glass!”

And she really didn’t want to find out, either. She had already resolved to have Morgana drink straight from the source, and as far as she was concerned at this point, anything less than that would be a serious waste.

Morgana blushed as Mary’s breasts came out to play.

“W-well… if you think it’s for the best…”

This was one of the more embarrassing things that the goth girl could imagine. While she had never had serious leanings in that direction, she still vaguely recalled her mirror self being a very controlling and possessive dominatrix who turned other women to her will.

How much of that had used her personality as a template?

Morgana honestly didn’t know…

But there was only one thing she could do at this point. Mary was waiting for her.

Sucking up her courage, she leaned down and started sucking up Mary’s milk.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she lifted her head, staring up at the redhead in wonder. “It… it tastes so good!” She gasped.

Just hearing that sent a shiver of pleasure down Mary’s back. But that was nothing compared to the pleasure of the other woman feeding from her.

A pleasure she would very much like some more of.

“Shh, shh,” Mary shushed her, cradling the other girl’s head in her hands and guiding her softly back to her breast. “Just keep drinking. Aaahh… there’s a good girl… mmff, yes, now we’re talking, right there, yes… Oh… oh!”

Mary bit her lip as she felt Morgana hungrily suck more of the milk from her breast. She shifted the goth girl over to her other teat, making sure that the amount of milk dispensed would be evened out. It wouldn’t do if her chest got lopsided, even though that had never happened before. It must have been part of the transformation, to shift out the milk in such a way to perfectly proportion her boobs.

Although, it won’t just be the transformation giving me milk, she realized as she rubbed her stomach with her free hand, feeling the warmth burgeoning up in there. Soon I’ll be making some of it all on my own!

“Aahn!” She moaned as more pleasure shot through her body. Morgana finished her drink, and she felt her breasts had shrunk considerably. She pulled back and let the goth girl up.

Morgana stumbled back, her eyes wide as she felt the changes start to wash over her body.

The first thing Mary noticed were Morgana’s breasts. They were already big, but they seemed to grow even bigger. Almost like they were engorging with milk on their own. And two dark spots started to form right where they were tenting her shirt.

Mary licked her lips, imagining what Morgana’s milk would taste like as she started to shrink. She only reduced a few inches in stature, but that put her tall, statuesque goth appearance down to just a little shorter than Mary. Of course, her plush curves remained the same, more or less. Her meaty thighs streamlined and the muscles in her arms toned slightly. But the biggest change was her face. Her hair parted into two long twintails and her bangs pulled out from her face, which shifted slightly to take on a more heart-shaped look, as her features brightened into a wide smile. She looked sunnier, and happier, and above all, content.

And her red eyes glittered with desire as she licked her lips. Mary had a guess what was on her mind, and she felt the same way.

“Very nice!” Mary nodded in approval.