Oh-Ho?

The petite table boy has turned a particularly vivid shade of green as he recoils from the spiked drink, hands scrabbling for his throat. "What's 'uh-oh' mean? Was that poisoned?! Am I dying?!"

You quickly stand up from your chair, in part to securely grip the young man's shoulders but mostly because the remains of the drink have spilled everywhere, and its probably safest not to let any splash on you. You're not taking any risks with your Excalibur, no sir. Still, though. Secure grip. Scared table boy. Et cetera. "You're okay; you haven't been poisoned. The beer was ****, but it won't hurt you. You probably didn't even drink enough for it to have any effect."

"Really? Because I feel sort of uhhn~?!" The table boy's rant is interrupted by the confused moan that warbles out of him as he abruptly clenches his butt checks hard, dazedly humping at nothing. "Wha, what's...I f-feel all weeird, between my uhhhn~!"

Jesus. A dark stain is already spreading across the front of his pants. That's two pairs of trousers you've made this kid bust in already. Though you probably can't take all of the credit this time. Whatever Loveday put in that drink, it was strong. "Alright, come with me. We'll get this all figured out, okay?"

"O-ohhh~kay..." The boy nods dazedly and you rise from the table, waving off the concerned looking barkeeper and barmaids. You make only make it a steps before you realize that he's barely moved from his spot. He's just standing there with a glassy look in his eyes, drooling slightly and slowly squeezing his ass cheeks together. Ugh. You're not gonna just stand around and wait for him to figure this out. The boy squeaks when you reach down and sweep him up into your arms, finally knocked out of his daze as you princess carry him up the stairs towards your room.

Now he's back to being embarrassed, flushing a pretty red at the way he's being effortlessly lifted. Sorry lil' buddy, but if this winds up going down how you think it's going down, he's going to have a lot more to be embarrassed by before the night is through.

The boy staggers for a moment as you place him down at the foot of your bed, reaching out to grab its wooden frame for balance as you lock the door behind you. Alright. Let's get on with this. "So kid. What's your name?"

"P-pip?"

Pip, huh? You sink down into your armchair, taking a moment to give the boy a thorough once-over. You keep saying 'boy', but he can't actually be much younger than you. Nineteen, eighteen? Something. But man, he is a goddamn petite whatever age he is. Pip is quite short, the top of his head barely as high as your chin, with a particularly dainty frame. It wouldn't be wrong to call him handsome, but honestly? With his messy locks of honey-brown hair, big hazel eyes and button nose, the more accurate descriptor would be 'fucking adorable'. Even his mouth is pretty, rather wide with nicely plump....

Hm. Actually, those lips aren't just plump, they're for-real fat. That must be new. You would have spotted those dick-sucking lips the moment you walked into this place if they weren't. Troubling.

Still, better complete your Pip Inventory. The rest of him is how you remember, and it doesn't disappoint. Because while sweet little Pip's body is mostly delicate and slight, he's rocking some seriously nice hips and a big, juicy butt. Honestly, the pear-shaped twink's pertly fat ass is probably better than yours, and everything on you is top-shelf premium. All in all, you don't mind the package the bubble-butt table boy presents one fucking bit. And yeah, you're aware of the fact that this is yet another example of this place shifting your sexual tastes? But whatever, man. The kid's a fucking snacc.

You're briefly bombarded with a fantasy of Pip running up to you, dressed in a shorts and a school boy's uniform, sniffling back tears as he tells you about all the big kids bullying him. Then he's cheering you on as you grind those bullies into the mud, waggling that delicious rear in glee over being protected by Big Sis. Then he's moaning girlishly with his shorts pulled down around his ankles, eagerly humping back against you as you clap those goddamn cheeks with everything you've got.

Hoo-boy. You're getting fucking hard. You'd better, you know. Start helping him or whatever.

You clear your throat, hoping Pip was too distracted to notice your illicit fantasizing. "Alright, then. Pip. Take a look at yourself in that mirror, okay? Have you changed at all?"

Pip shuffles around, peering at himself in the full-length mirror propped up against your wall. He squints in confusion, shuffling a little closer, then balks at his own reflection. "Um! Why am I...I mean, I'm s-sort of, uh..."

Might as well hazard a guess, or his stammering's gonna keep you here all night. "Prettier?" The boy nods hesitantly, then flinches back when you let loose a snarl. "Goddamn fucking Loveday. That potion was feminizing, too? The fuck I'm not womanly enough." You rise up from your chair, facing Pip and indicating your supple, amazonian curves. "Seriously, Pip: Do you see any room for improvement here?" The boy shakes his head, and you plop back down in a huff. "You're goddamn right there isn't. That greedy asshole."

Pip's eyes go wide. "Wait. Did you say f-femi...I'm gonna turn into a girl?!"

"No no no. No." You wave a hand disarmingly. "You only had, like, a sip. No way that's enough. And besides, I'm pretty sure that wasn't meant to be the main event. Let's check though." You waggle a finger, indicating Pip's petite little body. "Take off your clothes."

The boy lets out another squeak, defensively clutching at himself. "M-my clothes?!"

"Uh, yeah?" You cock an eyebrow. "I get that you're shy, but we really do need to check." He still seems ****, so you roll your eyes and lean forward. Let's just use the heavy ordinance on the kid. You quirk your lips in a teasing smile, hooking a finger into the generous neck of your tunic and pulling down just enough to treat Pip with another inch of luscious tanned cleavage. "If you let me see you, I'll let you see me. That's fair, right Pip?" The boy swallows hard, clenching his cheeks hard once more before bobbing his head in a **** yes. You sink back into your chair with an indulgent chuckle, beginning to enjoy yourself. "Alright, then. Get to it."

Pip flushes even harder, then raises his trembling hands to the hem of his rough tunic. He hesitates, his big puppy eyes glancing your way as if searching for your approval. He gulps as you raise your eyebrows, but when you give him a nod he pulls the garment over his head and lets it fall to the floor. "Is...like this?" He twists nervously in his spot, his arms raising in front of his chest as if he was a virginal girl attempting to protect her modesty. You are going to devour this boy.

Actually, wait a second. "Come closer, Pip." He shuffles a few steps towards you, gulping when you crook a finger to urge him even nearer. Soon he's standing right before you, close enough that you can almost feel his hot breath as he nervously breathes in and out. "Put your arms to your sides, please." The boy hesitates, then plucks up his courage and drops his arms. You hum thoughtfully, leaning in for a better look. "Yep. Just what I thought."

Pip blanches slightly. "W-what? What is it?"

"These,"--You reach out, Pip reflexively hissing in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you run a finger down the negligible swellings on his slender chest--"Are what a doctor would call 'almost titties'."

"Almost...I've got breasts?!"

"No, you've almost got breasts. You've got a lil' pair of sensitive boy boobies. To, uh, use the medical term. But honestly, Pip, you'd better get comfortable with this part quick, because we aren't anywhere near the worst of it."

The table boy pales even further. "Really?"

"Really really." You point a finger at his cum-stained trousers. "You know what's next, right?"

Pip swallows hard, but to his credit nods with something close to resolve and begins fumbling with his belt. Aww, the little guy's getting braver! You do your best not to drool as he lets his pants drop to the floor; Good God that ass. You want to gobble him right up. And some part of Pip must be enjoying this as well, because there's no chance that furious little hard-on he's sporting is an accident. Though, judging by the way he sputters as soon as he spots his own dick, you suspect he didn't start out quite so little. "Missing a bit?"

"Uh, yes?!" Pip's head shoots back up, cheeks puffed out in adorable outrage as he gestures wildly towards his own erection. "Like, two inches! More, maybe!"

"Ouch. Well, at least it left you something; I'm pretty sure the idea was for it to completely get rid of my dick, and I've got a lot more to lose than a couple of inches to lose. If you'd taken a bigger sip, you'd probably be working with nothing."

"So, that guy who you were with...?"

You can't hold back your cold smile. "Yep. He's definitely lost his membership in the Member Club."

Pip doesn't look even slightly sympathetic, to his credit you might add. And he certainly seems a bit more appreciative of the cute little guy he's been left with. "Well, okay. I'm still really unhappy about this, though."

"Don't sweat it, Pip. I'll take you to an enchanter tomorrow, and we'll get you sorted. We'll fix up your other problem, too."

"Um, what other prob-eep~!" Pip squeaks in surprise as you spin him around, the boy unconsciously thrusting his glorious ass into your face as you gently bend him over. "W-what are you doing?"

"Well, remember those new almost titties of yours?" The boy nods hesitantly. "And remember how you can't stop clenching your legs together?"

Pip bites his lower lip, partially in nervousness but mostly in an expression that sends shivers up your spine. "Um, yes. It feels really--"

"Good? Amazing? Delicious?"

Pip squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing again. "...Weird. I was going to say 'weird'."

"Well sure it does." Pip's breath catches in his throat as you gently press a finger to the plush mound that's swollen up between his tight little butt hole and tight, trappy ballsack. "Because what you've got here,"--The boy squeals in rapturous pleasure as you drag your finger down the new, squishy bulge--"Is an almost vagina."

You're sure that Pip has some thoughts on the matter, but for the moment he's too caught up stammering in mindless bliss and messily ejaculating all over the floor. He liked it so much that you give his sensitive half-pussy another stroke, prompting another splurt across the floor before he bonelessly collapses back into your arms. Is he asleep? Aww, the little guy's all tuckered out. Well you don't blame him; he's had an eventful night.

A few minutes later, Pip is bundled up in your covers and snuggled against your side as you lounge in your bed. If he was awake he might resent your wide smile, but this was fucking fun. Besides, now you know what your next move is. First you'll get Pip the treatment he needs, but after that? Oh man. If the You from a few hours ago knew exactly how excited the Now You is about finding Loveday, she'd suspect some form of foul play. But no.

You simply have to see what that fucker did to himself.