Van confronts Viramare about the change.

Vanadis wakes up and finds that he is completely naked, lying in a large bed with many pillows laid about. He sees his new small and pert breasts, and tentatively reaches up to grasp them. They aren’t a lot, barely even noticeable, but are a definite change from his muscled pecs. “So this wasn’t a dream…” Van whispers to himself. At that moment, the door to the room opened, and Fresia walked in with a tray full of breakfast foods. The smell of bacon and eggs invades Van’s nose as she walks over and places the tray next to the bed.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Fresia says with a wide smile. “I thought I could get us some breakfast after all that fun last night~!” Winking at Van, she turns to the tray and starts to divvy up portions for them both. Even with everything that had happened last night, and the thoughts running through Van's head, he couldn’t help the growl his stomach releases as he gets a fresh whiff of the food. Van and Fresia eat in relative silence, Van just enjoying the food and softness of Fresia as she sits next to him.

After they both finish, Fresia gathers up the tray and gives Van a light kiss. “I hope you don’t mind,” Fresia says as she walks towards the door, “but I had your clothes cleaned for you.” Fresia nods towards the neat pile stacked on the chest at the foot of the bed. “And…” Fresia turns away slightly with a blush. “Thanks for choosing me… It was a lot of fun last night.” Before anything else can be said, Fresia turns and walks out the door, quietly closing it behind her.

Van sits staring at the door for a moment before he sighs and stands up to grab his clothes. Van pulls on his pants, and then his boots before grabbing his shirt. He starts to lift it over his head before he stops, looking down at his chest. His breathing quickens as he glances around before he finds what he was looking for and strides over to a mirror on a far wall. Standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, Van’s eyes open wide as he sees the changes that have happened to his body. His breasts, for that is what they are now, are not overly large but can’t be mistaken for anything other than what they are. A baggy shirt would cover up the change, but anyone seeing him without his shirt would see what they really were. His nipples have grown slightly to match, and the areola have darkened a bit as well as having expanded. Letting the shirt drop from his hands, he slowly cups his petite breasts in his hands, feeling the new weight and soft skin. His eyes go half lidded as his hands slowly shift back and forth, the underside of his breasts being surprisingly sensitive. Van's hands continue to explore his new assets, sending a small shiver up his spine as his fingers find sensitive points. “Ahh…” A small moan escapes Van's mouth as he lightly pinches his new, more sensitive nipples.

Hearing himself moan snaps Van out of his self induced stupor. With a blush, Van quickly puts his shirt on and walks straight down to the main hall, trying to ignore the eyes that follow him. Viramare is there on his throne, chatting with Fresia on his lap. Van resolutely walks towards Viramare, wanting answers. “What did you do to me??” Van says with a glare.

Viramare glances at Van before he whispers to Fresia and sends her off. Van’s eyes follow Fresia’s retreating backside. “What do you mean Van?” Viramare asks, bringing Vans focus back to Viramare. “I had you join Fresia for a night of passion. Did you not enjoy yourself?” Viramare looks at the doorway that Fresia had walked through, “She told me that you had so much fun together, that you actually passed out.” Van had opened his mouth, to retort to the first comment about enjoying himself, before he snapped it shut. Going red in the face in the casual way Viramare mentioned Fresia talking about their night together.

“Well… Yes, but!...” Van stammers, “I-I have BREASTS now!” Van’s shirt, which was fairly loose the night before, is now pressed lightly against his breasts. Thinking about the previous night, and the new sensitivity of his assets, has caused Van’s nipples to become hard and slightly poke at the shirt. Viramare seems to notice this as he smiles slightly, “But you enjoyed them, yes?”

“W-what… Well...That’s…” Van’s words stop and start as he continues to get redder by the moment.

Viramare sighs as he gets up off his throne and walks towards Van. “Van, I don’t use my powers for just any reason. Whether you believe it or not, I did that for you. I thought you would enjoy the experience, and from what Fresia has told me, you did. Dare I say, very much.” Viramare is standing in front of Van, tail slowly weaving back and forth behind him. “Tell me truthfully Van, do you wish to forget about last night? It is within my power to do so.” Viramare looks at Van with an almost sad look. “It would hurt Fresia to hear this, but I like you Van, and I won’t **** anything onto you that you don’t want.”

Van stops his immediate retort and thinks again about last night. If he is truthful with himself, Van knows that he doesn’t truly want to forget about his night with Fresia. Did he enjoy himself? Van can only reply to that with a resounding yes. So the real question that Van needs to ask himself, are the changes to his body really that bad? The small tits that he now has aren’t what he is used to, sure, but… They are wonderfully sensitive now. Van's thoughts are immediately dragged back to the moment where Fresia’s hands were on his new breasts, lightly pinching his nipples, bringing him to the edge of orgasm with just those sensations before pushing him over the edge.

Van shudders slightly, “No… You’re right…” he admits to himself, and to Viramare. “I just… wasn’t expecting what happened and lashed out.” Van takes a deep breath and lets it out forcefully through his nose, “I’m sorry.”

Viramare smiles grandly, “Excellent! No hard feelings then! Unless… you WANT them hard!” Saying this, Viramare gives an exaggerated eyebrow waggle before he laughs and starts back towards his throne. Van starts to immediately and vehemently deny Viramares words, before he realizes that Viramare was just joking with him, and laughs along with him. Viramare gets back to his throne and sits down before telling Van, “You are free to come back to play for coin whenever you would like Van. As for if you would like to have some fun with my girls again… All you have to do is ask!” With nothing else to say, Van decides to head home.

Van doesn’t immediately return to Viramare’s castle. He instead tries to get back into his old routine by going back to his usual hangouts. Trying to return to his normal routine proves harder than Van first thought though. Normally one to hit up the bars, gambling dens and whore houses, Van finds that his usual spots don’t hold the same glamour and shine that they used to. While out at the bars, instead of being turned on by the serving girls walking by, Van instead ends up comparing them to Viramare’s girls and how none of the working girls here can compete.

Nearly a week of this goes by. Van is growing increasingly frustrated as he hasn’t gone to any of the whore houses since his last trip to Viramare’s. Trying to relieve himself through masturbation only serves to further frustrate him. Van feels the need to cum and the growing tightness of his balls, but trying to think of the working girls at the local whore house leaves him soft. That is, until he remembers back to his night with Fresia. Her soft hands working him perfectly, her glorious breasts and how they felt filling his hands or pressed against his face. Her hot mouth and beautiful eyes as they look up at him while taking his entire length. Not only that, but Van has found that when he attempts to masturbate now, his hands always find a way to grip and massage his breasts and tease and tweak his sensitive nipples. At the end of his rope, Van...