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THE COMING OF THE KIT (PRINCE TO BUNNY GIRL TG) - PREVIEW
🕑 Added 2023-04-20 13:38:24 +0000 UTC
The sound of leaves falling down the trees accompanied by the footsteps of horses and the machinations of the wooden wheels filled the young boy's ears as he mindlessly watch the surroundings outside of the window of his carriage. If it wasn’t for the shiny small crown adorning his golden blond hair, he might’ve passed for a common peasant like his dad besides him.
It really is a secret vacation, the prince, Jacowitz noted, looking out wearing the same plain and ordinary clothes as his dad, King Zadslav. He doesn't know what brought the old king to such an extent by bringing him on a secret vacation outside of the kingdom's eyes with the permission of the reluctant queen until now.
"You need to grow some back, my son!"
Yeah, sure, some back I have….. He looked down from the carriage, the sight of the lush greenery aside now transformed to that of a fairly modern cityscape. For all the sights he enjoyed, he remains a confused child, still being kept in the shadows of the destination of their vacation, even as the outline of the beautiful city dawns on both of them.
Melvegas. The cityscape is adorned not with the stones of old but instead carved with marbles they imported from the mines of a remote region. The grandiose buildings are designed to reflect such sentiments, with the baroque-styled architecture adorning the city to a more classical style that his capital has steadily moved away from. With each block, he could see one casino after the other, filled with people dressed in high-class clothing with finesse he only sees in the royal banquet. He was never a fan of such an occasion, but he never thought a whole city would remain acting like this as if their entire frame are born to such standing. Even an apparent heir like him could not last in that stuffing!
He never thought his dad would be into such a thing. "Dad, why are we here? This entire city smells like a farce covered in marbles and gold." His dad simply smiles at him, responding by, "You'll see soon, my son. This isn't the sight that I wanted to show you."
"What sight?" Is there some kind of a different venue that this city couldn't have corrupted with their elitist touch? His father didn't respond, opting to watch the scenery outside. Then, after a while of watching the impossible city works in his eyes, the carriage finally stops, facing a relatively modest building with the name, "Sister's Parade" cleanly stating their purpose to ongoing visitors.
"Tidy up." He said, ordering him to quit the carriage and finally stand on the street of the city, releasing a sigh over the final destination his father has been planning for months on end. Seriously, why this place?
"Dad is this really the place that we should-" "Yes, yes it is." His blunt response, which is probably his way of responding to his honest opinion earlier, irks him a little. Even though he wasn't excited to be treated like royalty everywhere, he knew that this place shouldn't be somewhere where people like them should reside. Yet he keep his thoughts to himself. Father always know what to do…
With their baggage carried off to their rooms by their bellgirl, they finally went inside the casino, only to find……
Dozens of girls, dressed in skimpy outfits that reveal their cleavages and their open thighs, adorned by their fake bunny ears as their headwear, are running the casino with their male and female customers all being comforted by the waitresses of this club.
"W-wh-wh-what…what is this place?!" He tried to keep his composer in line, but the sight of this sexy female scared the young boy to scream silently over the overtly-promiscuous clothing they all wore like a badge of honour. It scared him for how open they are, nothing like the modest trend running in the castle or the capital, and admittedly aroused him to no end. "I wasn't told about this!"
The father laughs at the naivety of his son, “Do not worry, my son. They are all here to entice their present and future customers. You shouldn’t be weary of their presence. Inside, they are all as human as both of us.” He grunted that his dad clearly tried to dissuade him from complaining, which he didn’t buy at all, “Father, I don’t understand this. Why am I here? Aren’t this supposed to be our vacation?”
“Yes, it is our vacation.”
“I think it’s more of yours, truly.”
“Trust me, my son. Soon, you will find value in my endeavour to bring you here.” What did he mean by that? The son ponders to himself. He walked in his father’s footsteps after all, guiding him throughout the casino. It’s quite a blessing to have a disguise spell that distorts the perception of them both, only perceived as a pair of adult males crossing the sinful paradise. Yet, to cross such a lust-ridden palace is for the boy, almost a curse.
Calm yourself down, they are people as well…..he tried to reassure himself. People aren’t willing to sell away their dignity for a couple of bucks on the face, he was sure of himself. Maybe they’re simply professionals at their work, that must be the answer.
Eventually, they reached the furthest part of the casino, a large bar decorated with ornate furniture and beautiful interior designs that tried to portray itself as a royal palace back at home. “Woooowww….” Jacowitz walked around the bar, intrigued by the beauty of this bar’s design and admired the walls decorated with ornate art, the sculpture born almost a painting in the details of the edges. It’s almost like a fantasy…..
Withdrawn to his inner world, he hadn't noticed that his father has already been absorbed by the crowd for a long time, unnoticed by him. Even worse, a waitress spontaneously walks in front of him, carrying a tray with drinks. Without none of them noticing, it’s inevitable that they would cross paths.
And in the worst possible ways.
"Ughhh!"
They both hit each other, with the boy thrown backwards, falling down on his buttocks. Worse, the tray carrying the drinks fall on top of him, hitting the kid with the cups and drenching him with the mixed alcohol and juices on all parts of his body.
CLANG!
"Owwwweee….." he rubbed his sore bottom and bruised head. The woman herself is stunned before quickly reaching out her hands to help him, "Oh, I'm very sorry! Where did you come from?' He shook his head from the dizziness, instinctually pinching his nose from the amorous stank and once he regained his vision, he focused his eyes to the source of the voice.
“Sorry, I’m simply…..” He opened his eye to see a massive pair of tits hanging in front of him. “AH!” He let out a small scream full of embarrassment, surprised to see the huge cleavage this direct. With a blush on his face, he stuttered to apologize to the lady. “I-I-I’m..sorryy….”
“Ah, look at you, so drenched!” The silver-haired woman kneeled down to him, facing the kid eye-to-eye. "Do you need anything? Any towels? Any services? I apologize for all unnecessar-"
“Um…no..I got company...” He tried to stay away from the worried lady, instead returning back to his father. However…
“...Wh-where is he?”
Anywhere he sees, the visage of his father is almost non-existent. Since when did he disappear?, the boy thought. His father has never been this far apart outside of of his campaigns and meetings, and the situation where he's all alone in the sea of people is outside of his experiences. Suddenly, he began to feel scared, the maturity he has been taught fading away from the scary atmosphere that's quickly turning on him.
The woman seems to understand his anxiety, “Oh, your poor boy. Your father must have been intoxicated with this place. Do not fear. Me and my mates will search him and bring him back to you" she spoke with an affirmative voice to the kid, a kind of confidence and enough softness to comfort the kid. "First, what's your and your father's name?"
“Uh..uhhhh..“ He knows that he shouldn’t say his real name, but his mouth blabbered out of fear, “...it’s Jac-Jacowitz…and my father is…”
“Stop, it’s Zadslav, right?” The boy simply nodded his head.
She sighed, almost predictiong this outcome, “Ah, of course he would. I’m sorry he treated you like this.”
“Do-do you know him?”
“Yeah, he’s a regular here. I know his face more than anyone else. He’s probably in the inner chambers, being entertained by all the hired guests here. Of course, we provided him with the beeesstt service ever.” She spoke in a dream-like joy, swaying her hips that aroused the immature boy
“No, no way…”
“This is the city of dreams after all.” She smiled back at him. “Don’t you worry, Jack.I’ll drag him back to you as your father. How about you wait somewhere else first?”
“Where?”
There is a red door at the end of the hallway. Inside, there is a changing room for waitresses. Fortunately, nobody is going inside until after work hours so nothing would happen to you. Wait there until I got him back, okay?” She winked at the boy, which he responded with a little nod. “Huuuu…”.
Father…….He left the woman, out of her grasp as he himself traverse the flow of men and women inside the bar. The smile of the woman evaporated, nervously watching the small boy disappear into the crowd, anxious over his condition and the mishap that would lead to an inevitable outcome.
“Ah, son….I truly messed up.”
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“So this is the door?”
The woman spoke the truth. At the end section of the bar, a large, red door stood heavily on the section of the hallway. He waited for his bated breath to coordinate his next move. With many of the visitors remaining intoxicated with the golden arena, he is all alone here with none of the sexy bunny girls surrounding him.
Bleeeeehhh…he grunted. The smell of the alcohol staining his clothes are burning his nose. He has always been near to the intoxicating drink as a prince and thus, adapted to the rich life of royalty and its meals. Yet, this drink is far stronger than anything he imagined. Magic, perhaps?
With two knocks, he opened the door, preparing for anything.
“Um…uhh….hellloooooo?~”
It’s just like the woman said. Inside, there is only a large space, only filled with lockers stacked in rows like a maid’s room. He doesn’t have to look far to sit down, as a bench is provided on the other side of the wall, allowing him a single respite from all of this confusion.
"I just have to wait here, right?" He sighed. This day is starting a storm of disaster. Ever since they arrived in this town, nothing even remotely made sense to him. His high intellect (courtesy of his teacher) is challenged by the very life the peasants had it. He doesn't want to admit it, but as clearly degrading it looks, he felt as if they're……genuinely happy about their position. How curious. Perhaps, if he chose to talk more to-
Gah, what am I thinking?! The boy quickly ceased the thought from his head. The smell must be messing with my head. Looking down on his tainted shirt, the intense smell perfusing through his nose is causing him endless headaches. He ought to get rid of his shirt, but there is no spare clothes he brought outside of the bag. Dammit…
Like it or not, he has to wait for his father in this empty female locker room with this drenched shirt. How could anything be any worse than this?
Huuuhhh, huuhh…..A ting of heat spread across his body. Where did this come from….is it the room? The room might be cool enough, but it couldn't have caused him to feel uncomfortably hot, as if a fire is lightened up inside him. This is no fever. Must be something else!
As he tries to figure out the cause for this discomfort, the internal heat increases, forcing him to lie down on the bench. He sweats profusely from the sudden phenomenon, unaware that something is seeping inside of him. “Gahhhh!” The intense heat spiked, now centred around his nether regions. For a moment, he could feel as if his junk was melting into his body.
“What the hell is that?!” He forced himself to look under, shocked by the sudden hit, only to feel something is missing his pants. “No, it can’t be….!” He forcefully opened his pants, and is rewarded with….
A flat board, devoid of any extension beyond a puffy chasm on where his penis should’ve been. “Hufff….huff…..” His mind is in shock. What happened to his penis? Where did it go?
His hand is shaking as it nears the empty crotch. The steaming hot sensation pulsating from below as he hand hovers above the fleshy hole confused the young boy but pushed him forward in a similar feeling as he had when he first met the waitress. Inside, he can feel as if something is happening that is pushing into his body, unknowing that it is creating a new organ similar to that of a woman.
At this point, his mind is full of questions, but that doesn’t matter. For now, all he could feel an overwhelming amount of arousal, forcing him to touch the nether regions by an unknown force. There’s a little part of him that wants to fight back, but it is simply too much
“Ghhhh……” He can’t hold it anymore. With the rising feminine hormones running, he rubs the tip of his newfound organ, and with one touch…
“GAAAHHHH!!!!” He screamed out, unable to hold the unknown feeling rampaging inside of him. And worse, transparent fluids began to flow out of the hole, staining his pants even more with an unpleasant smell different from pee.
How….how could this happen? The prince panted from the release, his inner self finally calming down from the massive breakdown earlier. This is transformation magic, isn’t it? I’ve read it before! As a learned royal, he has a deep knowledge of the spells of this land, including the one regarding transformation. Knowing the case, he becomes far more terrified. Who could have done this?! How?! I never even felt-
Wait.
The alcohol.
He slapped his head, blaming himself for not considering the option. That must be it! Somebody must have enchanted it with the spell! And since he was the unfortunate recipient of it, the magic must have been seeping inside him and caused it.
What should I do now?! He has no clue the end result of his transformation and he’s trying to guess. In an instant, he stood up from the bench and ran straight to the door for help, but a loud crack pulverised his body.
“Ahhhh!” He face-planted to the ground. Jacowitz cursed to himself. But, as he tried to stand up, something is stopping him as his back is becoming more rigid for no reason. Oh no, don’t tell me….!
SNAP!
The transformation spell courses through his bones, snapping and reforming all across his body. He grits his teeth, trying to contain the discomfort that overwhelms his mind. The burning sensation he felt are realised as his spine stretches and expands, increasing the singular height of his torso. That is to say, other bones were also in tandem with the transformation, expanding beyond the size of the boy of his age..
Even though his body is being stretched in all directions, the boy never felt any pain, only mere weakness akin to fatigue after a long day of physical activity . Is this how it works? Is this always this weird? He thought to himself. Because the spell is not properly conducted, the possibility that there’s a certain malfunction to its process is almost guaranteed.
I just, I just have to….Another snap trapped him in position. Damnit!! Outside his eyes, it’s obvious what the transformation has caused. Not only does his body have lost its youthful appearance, his legs and arms have also elongated in proportion to his new body. From what was originally 140 cm, almost 20 cm have increased between his torso and his legs. His clothes, which are made to be loose for ventilation, are shrinking against the proportion of the mass.
Despite the fast-tracked growth of his body, rather than gaining any muscular build associated with a male, Jacowitz’s body remains the same, keeping intact the smooth and soft skin of his youth, turning him more androgynous with each expansion of his flesh and bones. If one looks at him right now, he would’ve look closer to a weak young noble that littered the streets outside.
Unaware of the effects of the transformation, he still tried to find a way to move. C’’mon! He couldn’t see what the spell wrought onto his body, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. His unresponsive, and possibly altered body doesn't give him any choice. Yet, one option remains.
Hrrrrnggghhh….! He forced himself to roll his body. Even as he couldn’t feel the sensation of his limbs, he definitely felt a pressure on the hindrances that are his hands, but he gave it no mind. “And one, two, three….!” WIth all his might, he pushed his body sideways, and akin to a miracle, he managed to flip himself over.
“Baahhhhhhh…..” A huge relief came off his mind. “Now I could see-oh my gooooooddddd!”
It’s hard not to be surprised if one saw their body transformed beyond their wildest dreams. For his case, his body is now anything like his old one. His toes is now further away from his torso, forcing his eyes to squint to guess its real distance. 10 centimetres, 20….? As far as he could imagine, his body is now 30 centimetres longer than he was supposed to be. I look….grown up! Is, is the spell is turning me into-!
As he spoke, another pang hit his mind, ending the grip of his back as he finally regain his senses and with it, a load of new feelings from his transformed limbs. “Gahhhh!” His legs flail around, trying to find a footing for him to stand up with his new centre of gravity altered. Even his hands couldn’t be controlled, the new length confuses his mind, letting him to witness how out-of-place every part of him is now.
“You malfunctioning…..shit!” He forces his legs to stand up, finally gaining a grip on the ground as he wobbles back up, disoriented with his new height. He quickly leans to the wall to remain standing and soon enough, his hands calmed down as he finally managed to gain control on all of his limbs.”Huuuu…haaa…..”
God, this is so weird.
He can’t even see himself as a boy any longer. All of his body makes him closer to an early 20s young man, if there isn’t a dick to prove himself as a man. All of his clothes has retreated, exposing his navel and long legs to the open that he desperately tries to cover.
“Okay, Jacowitz. Take a deep breath. You’re an educated prince of this nation. You need to think clearly if you want to resolve this as soon as possible.” As he did what he told himself, he went into a deep thought, trying to think of the current situation. A spell-infused drink spilled on me, and caused a janky transformation as a result. What should I do?
The question itself posed no issue. From what he knew, all he has to do is to wait it out, but all of it depends on how the spell is conceived to determine its duration. A minute? An hour? A day? Regardless, he would be stuck with a new form until it wears out.
The second most important issue, what’s he’s transforming into? He looked down on his body, as lanky and slim it is. He is assured he’s growing up, but something is missing. In fact, what is the purpose of infusing a drink with that? “No, no, this transformation isn’t about turning me into an adult….”
He took hold of his nether regions with his long arms, groaning slightly with the small tingling in his senses, “It’s turning me into a girl!”
