Cipher

This wasn't a betrayal nor a coup.

This was simply his way of... taking the handle of things for the time being. After all, she was his successor. There shouldn't be a problem with giving him the reins on things for a while. Besides, even if Bartholos did owe Cipher for sparing his life and keeping him around (despite his weakened and puny form), there were countless times that the cat owed him, too!

So... There shouldn't be a problem with letting him be in charge of things for a while.

...Right?

Cipher’s voice was chipper and bouncy as always, explaining everything he needed to know of their next misadventure. "So we break in through the ceiling, take the key off the guard on duty—oh, I saw him last week, total poser— and then we’ll be in that juicy vault in no time!" She paused and looked around. “Hey, where’d you slorp off to?”

That was when Bartholos struck.

The Titankin that was his current self— a blob of twinkling violet— lurched forward like a snake. Normally, he wouldn't dream of trying this. But something as his successor of Trickery, it was only fair she'd lend her body once in a while to her predecessor! The former Titan would slip into those sorry excuses for lower garments, plunging himself deep into her pussy that served as his entrance.

Cipher barely had time to widen her eyes before the mass of Bartholos surged into her system. Her eyes rolled back, and her body shook. She felt like she was ****, falling onto her ass as she struggled to breathe. By the time she managed to cry out a single word of help, everything went dark for her.

Then, he opened his eyes.

“Oooooh...” He cooed, her voice like a purr. He wiggled her— his— fingers. “I almost forgot what it felt like to have fingers!"

Bartholos flexed every inch of his new limbs before he decided to run his hands through his new form. The former Titan had always admired Cipher's lithe and nimble body. Even as a Titan of Trickery, he had never transformed into a woman with such outrageous curves. Her chest wasn't big like Mnestia's successor's, but she certainly had fat in all the right places, especially her lower half.

It was strange to feel a tail swishing back and forth. Oh well, it'll probably feel normal after a while. He did transform into various beasts and animals in the past, so he'll likely adapt soon enough.

That said, his hands remained cupping his chest, giggling like a gremlin as he groped Cipher's soft tits. Their size perfectly fits the grasp of the cat's hands. Their softness was honestly addicting, so he couldn't keep his hand in place, squishing and kneading his "borrowed" breasts like they were toys. Bartholos would lick his lips, grinning like the mischief maker that he was, before striking a pose.

"Nyaa~ I wonder what Mnestia's successor's face would make when I start flirting with her in the Boss's body~?"