I will find a way even without wings

Nick wasn’t doing anything wrong.

That was the predominant thought flashing through his mind as he felt the pressure of Amelia’s gaze boring into him, staring into his soul with that icy, appraising stare of hers that made his heart tremble and his knees knock together.

For a moment, he felt himself flashing back to when he was a little kid, and got a bad grade on his test, or lied about doing his laundry or taking out the trash when really he didn’t. Amelia was giving him that same look as back then, just as piercing and potent as before.

He swallowed and a chill went down his spine.

“A-Amelia…”

“Why are you looking for Morgana?” Amelia asked. Her tone was neutral; conversational, by her standards. But he could feel the probing in her words as she looked him over, then as her eyes trailed to Kim.

“Why is he looking for another woman when he already has her right there to be with?” That was the thought Nick assumed was running through Amelia’s mind as she looked at him, and he felt another shiver come upon him. And while Nick had no need to justify a threesome (if he was even trying to have one, which he wasn’t) he still somehow felt like he needed to defend himself.

But before he got the chance, Kim stood up for him.

“He’s not the one looking for her, I am,” Kim said sharply, narrowing her eyes. She could feel the tension coming from Nick and didn’t like the way Amelia was acting, like they were doing something wrong. Unlike Mary and Rose and some of the other girls, Kim saw no need to sugarcoat things or try to dress her situation up for Amelia’s benefit.

Not in the slightest.

Amelia raised a quizzical eyebrow and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Have I done something to offend you?” She asked, picking up on the hostility in Kim’s voice.

That surprised Kim slightly. She expected bluntness from the older woman, but not for her to drag the truth of the matter out into the open like that. Momentarily confounded Kim fumbled for a response, looking to Nick for support, but he wasn’t sure what to say either.

“I-I just… you seemed upset, um…” Kim gave Amelia another look and wondered if her assessment of the other woman’s aggressive hostility may have been improper.

Amelia blinked.

“…I am not upset,” she said in her usual blunt way. “I am simply asking why you are looking for Morgana.”

A faint sigh of relief slipped past Nick’s lips and he relaxed a hair. “Sorry, um, we wanted… that is, Kim has a favor she’d like to ask her.” Maybe he was overthinking things, and Amelia wasn’t concerned about that at all.

…Yeah that made more sense, the more he thought about it.

Amelia’s eyelid flickered slightly as she scrunched up her face. “A favor… understood.”

And then Kim saw it, the faintest beginnings of a smile.

“It was very polite of you to come directly to her door to ask for a favor,” she said with a note of appreciation. “Unfortunately, she is not here.”

“What? Oh…” Kim sighed, disappointed. “She’s probably at dinner, then.”

Amelia nodded. “I would assume so,” she agreed. “She was still there when I left earlier. Does that help?”

Nick was surprised at how easily Amelia was holding up her end of the conversation. “Does that help?” Not too long ago, a question like that would have been unthinkable for his stepmother to ask, she would have assumed her information was constructive by default, and if not, she would volunteer more. But showing appreciation for the perspective of another person with her words, not just with her actions? That was amazing.

Kim didn’t seem to fully appreciate just how much progress Amelia had made in asking her that, but she was happy to answer. “Yeah, it does,” she said, scratching her head. “I was just hoping… well, that she’d be here, you know?”

Amelia nodded like she understood. “Asking a personal favor in private is desirable,” she agreed. “I assume this favor is personal in nature; private?”

Nick tensed. His eyes flashed to Amelia for a second. She wasn’t usually the kind of person who pried like this, so maybe-

“If that is the case, you need not go into detail,” the older woman assured Kim, shaking her head. “Personal matters are best kept private, would you not agree?”

“…Yeah, definitely,” Kim said, relieved. She tucked a long strand of her hair back. “Um… well, thank you, Amelia, I’ll… I’ll go check the Banquet Hall. Have a good evening.”

She lowered her head respectfully and Amelia nodded back to her. “Yes, you have a good evening as well.”

Amelia didn’t wish Nick a good evening. After all, wasn’t that implied as a matter of course? Did she really need to explicitly state as much?

It was only after she closed the door that she second-guessed herself, and found herself wishing that she had, in fact, wished him a good evening as well just to make sure there were no misunderstandings. But it was too late now.

She sighed, disappointed, and wished him one silently in her mind instead.

Nick noted a strange, nervous tension coming from Kim as they headed towards the elevator, and he was certain of it by the time they reached the ground floor and started walking towards the Banquet Hall.

“…Everything okay, Kim?” He asked. “You’re not nervous about running into anyone, are you?” Nick was sure Carly and the others would still be giving Emmy swimming lessons like they planned, so he assumed the Banquet Hall would be fairly empty. Still, he understood why Kim was cautious about it regardless.

Kim chewed on her lip and shook her head. “No… it’s not that,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers. “Just… Amelia… she didn’t say anything…”

“What?” Nick looked at her, surprised. “She did say a lot of things,” he pointed out. That was one of the most verbose conversations he’d ever had with his stepmother, at least in terms of conversations that weren’t actually lectures in disguise.

Kim shook her head quickly. “No, I mean… about… you know.”

She waved her hand in front of herself in an emphatic gesture that left Nick trapped for a moment. What had Kim expected Amelia to comment on? Her clothing? Her newly-enhanced physique? Her hair? All of the above?

Not sure what the best answer to give her was, he was grateful that Kim soon provided the clarification herself.

“I mean, look at me!” She groaned, rolling her eyes. She gestured at her body again. “My boobs are bigger, I’ve got a huge ass now, long hair, and this dress-? There’s so much stuff she could have mentioned, and she just… didn’t!”

For Kim, it felt like going into work having shaved her head bald, and everyone going about their business like it was just any other day.

It left her feeling unnerved, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was the older woman just being polite? Or did she not even care? Or maybe she just assumed that was how Kim was doing things now, and it wasn’t a big deal?

“Kim… I wouldn’t worry about it,” Nick assured her. Kim looked up at him with a hopeful expression on her face.

“You… you wouldn’t?” She asked breathlessly.

Nick shook his head. “Amelia’s… Amelia. My stepmom isn’t the best when it comes to conversation topics like that. I doubt she thought less of you, which is the important thing! She probably assumed you were pulling out all the stops for our date tonight, that’s all.”

Kim sighed in relief. But she was surprised at the sudden intensity of her emotions. Apparently, even though she claimed she didn’t need Amelia’s approval the way some of the other women clearly coveted it, part of her didn’t want to be scorned or looked down on.

…But that was normal, right? Everybody felt that way, Kim wasn’t being weird or anything.

She sighed and slumped her shoulders. But her disappointment and apprehension had shifted from Amelia being the focus, and to the fact that they just arrived at the Banquet Hall.

“Well… here we are.” Kim knew that Morgana and Rose had been hanging out together all day. Which meant they had probably gotten dinner together.

Which meant Rose was probably here.

Rose was probably the person she dreaded most finding out about her transformation upgrade after Vivian. And for all she knew, Vivian was getting dinner as well.

Nick could sense Kim’s hesitation, and tried to lift her burden. “…Well, let’s head inside,” he encouraged her. Kim turned and looked at him.

“…Yeah?” She asked tentatively.

Nick nodded. “You’re nervous about everyone finding out about your transformation upgrade, right? Well, if you make it permanent, they’re going to find out about it anyway regardless, so… might as well get it over with!”

Kim made a face and narrowed her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest. “And who exactly said I was thinking about making this permanent?” She demanded.

Nick looked at her in surprise. “You… you aren’t?” He scratched his head. “I just thought… well, you’ve been having so much fun with it…”

“Yeah, well, I like it okay, but… look, I’m done making rash decisions,” Kim said bluntly. She’d messed up enough today thanks to those. “I’ll think about it carefully, weigh the benefits, then decide if this is something I want to do long-term or not. Make sense?”

Nick nodded. That sounded good to him.

“Alright, if that’s how you’re feeling,” he said, suspecting that Kim was just being stubborn and that she actually did want to make the upgrade permanent. But he didn’t push the issue, knowing that she’d just double down.

He liked Kim being this stubborn, it was fun.

And more importantly, he’d accomplished his goal. The other girls finding out was the last thing on Kim’s mind now as she pushed open the door and stepped inside, then paused when she saw who was eating dinner.

Or more specifically, who wasn’t.

“…Where’s Rose?” She asked, looking around the room. The mischievous blonde was nowhere to be seen; no, the only person actually in the Banquet Hall was…

“You’re looking for Rose?” Morgana asked, looking up from her plate. Her face morphed into a confused expression. “Why?”

Kim let out an absurd laugh that just confused Morgana more. She walked towards the pale goth and shook her head. “No, no… I’m not looking for Rose, that was just… never mind.”

She felt like a fool now, for getting so worked up. “I’m actually looking for you, Morgana.”

Morgana blinked a couple times, not sure what to make of that. “For… for me?”

She stood up and walked over to the other girl, taking a closer look at her. Her eyes ran over Kim’s body. “Also… You’re Kim… right?”

Kim snorted. “…Yeah, how’d you guess?”

Morgana wilted slightly under the sarcasm. “Well, I mean… can you blame me?!” She wailed. “You look completely different! Like something out of one of those sleazy magazines, or some doujinshi! Your clothes, they’re practically… why are you dressed like that!?” Her head was spinning as she tried to process what was going on. She picked a rather absurd place to start, as well, considering that Kim’s outfit was probably the most normal thing about her.

“…Long story,” Kim said with a sigh. There was too much to bother explaining, so she just gave Morgana the fast version. “First my boobs got bigger. Then Sylvia temporarily upgraded one of my transformations, letting other people give their transformations to me. So Dani gave me Soft as Silk, and then I picked up a bounty that rewards me for getting spanked, so I went to Gina so she could give me her Sweetcheeks transformation, too. So now I’ve got a curvy, strong body, and my butt, well…”

She turned and gave her booty a shake. “See?”

Morgana swallowed and her eyes widened under the brim of her hat. That was a lot to take in, but what really stuck with her the most was Kim’s ass. Having been a rather skinny girl herself growing up, with a big, round ass being given to her by a transformation, she understood how Kim had benefitted. And her ass was certainly juicy, augmented even further with Soft as Silk. And boy did it look soft…

That qipao doesn’t do anything to hide it, wow… it looks amazing! Morgana swallowed, so entranced with Kim’s enhanced figure that she didn’t even notice her trembling hand rising up, until…

“SMACK!”

“Yow!” Kim jumped a mile in the air in surprise, stiffening up straight like a pole. She whirled around and looked at Morgana with an expression of betrayal on her face, while Morgana went pale as a ghost.

“I-I’m sorry!” Morgana fretted. “But it’s not my fault! Your ass, it’s just so… it was telling me to spank you, Kim!” She turned and looked worriedly at Nick. “You’ve gotta believe me!”

“Morgana, it’s fine, it’s all part of the transformation,” Kim assured the worried girl with a smile. She rubbed her tender butt gently and shook her head. “It makes you want to spank me, remember? And besides, it didn’t even hurt that much really, I just got a little surprised.”

Morgana blinked for a moment, then calmed down. “Oh. …Well, then it’s your fault!” She pouted, puffing up her cheeks. “Waving your butt in my face, knowing it would make me want to spank you, you’re the one to blame, Kim! Not me!”

Ah, victim-blaming. Classy. Hey, with what she was wearing? She was asking for it.

Kim just laughed. “Okay… I’ll take responsibility for that,” she admitted, shaking her head. “Sorry, Morgana, that… I wasn’t thinking about my butt.”

“Well, you should be!” Morgana insisted. “After all, it’s affecting Nick, too, right?” She turned and looked at him. “You want to spank her as well?”

“Uh…” The answer to her question was obviously “Yes” but Nick kind of felt like a tool just saying that out loud.

“Yeah, I know, he’s being a good boy,” Kim said for him, flashing Nick a grateful smile. “You’re right, Morgana. I need to be more careful about my body, I’ll keep that in mind.”

The last thing she wanted was for Nick to lose control and deliver a bunch of spanks to her that she wouldn’t be able to shrug off.

Morgana relaxed a little and played with her pigtails. “So you were looking for me, you said… I’m assuming because you want me to give you my Gothicc transformation, too…?” She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She really treasured the curves she’d gotten as a result of her transformations. Copying it was one thing, but giving it away, even temporarily…

“Huh? No, uh… I don’t need that one,” Kim said, shaking her head. She was confused about why Morgana would even think that.

And now Morgana was confused, too. “You don’t?” She scratched her cheek. “But I thought you were trying to get as much booty as possible… weren’t you?”

Kim’s jaw dropped. Was that really what Morgana thought? That she was going around the hotel, collecting all the thicc booty transformations she could get her hands on?

…Good thing that didn’t trigger her 100% Completion because if it did… Kim would feel a little weird, to say the least.

Morgana just fretted some more. “Well, then… what?”

“She wants to borrow your… Like a Virgin transformation,” Nick explained.

Morgana brightened immediately. “Oh, I see! Because you’re planning to spank her! So you want her body to be able to recover from the damage, yeah, that’s perfect! I should have thought about that in the first place!” She said, laughing.

Nick was glad to see Morgana so happy and understanding. Usually she came off as a neurotic mess, but she seemed to be in a much better mood. Apparently, practicing her magic had done a lot of positive things for her.

Wait… her magic?

“Let me just… only for six hours work?” Morgana summoned up her screen to transfer the transformation to Kim. “No, wait, I should do it for twelve, to make sure you have it in the morning, right…”

“Yeah, should be fine,” Kim said, accepting it. When the transfer was completed, it took a second to realize anything had changed. After all, the effects of this one wouldn’t make themselves apparent until they finished having sex.

Kim checked the transformation again, just to be sure.

• Like a Virgin: Morgana’s body will no longer experience any wear and tear after sexual intercourse. No matter how harsh or how long the bout of sex occurs, a good night’s sleep is enough for her body to bounce back to factory reset, as though it had never happened in the first place, with all her muscles restored, like an untouched virgin. [NOTE: This will not apply to more severe injuries, including the regrowth of the hymen. Exercise reasonable boundaries when having sex!] (Ingénue)

“Ah, one other thing, um… would it be okay if I wrote about you tonight? In my diary, I mean,” Morgana asked tentatively. Seeing Kim’s new body was giving her all kinds of ideas that she wanted the chance to explore on the page, and Kim seemed pretty open to stuff like that…

“Yeah, sure!” Kim chirped. “You’re really doing me a favor here, after all. Although I can’t promise I’ll actually get much sleep,” she joked, elbowing Nick in the side.

Morgana blushed. “Um, you have to sleep,” she gently reminded the tomboy. “Or else your injuries won’t recover… remember?”

Kim gave her a blank stare. “…Just a joke, Morgana,” she said gently.

Morgana blinked, turning redder. “O-oh, right… um, okay then… thank you!”

“Wait, I have another suggestion,” Nick said suddenly. Morgana turned to look at him, surprised.

“Yes?”

“It’s about your new transformation, your spells,” Nick said, glancing at the thick book resting beside the table.

“My magic…?” Morgana needed a second to figure out what Nick was saying. Then she got it. “…Oh!” Her eyes flashed with inspiration as she gazed adoringly at Nick. “I didn’t even think about that, you’re right!”

“Wait, what’s this now?” Kim still hadn’t caught up. “You’re gonna use magic on me?”

“Just one spell!” Morgana said, picking up the book and flipping through it. “You’re trying to get a big butt, right, Kim?”

“I-I am, but not TOO excessive…” Kim wasn’t sure she liked where this was going. But Nick’s hand on her shoulder was somewhat of a comfort.

“Just trust her,” he said encouragingly. “I think you’ll like the results!”

Kim swallowed. She hoped he was right, because if not… this could turn really weird really fast.