From Dai To Dork

Iizunmaru Megumu was displeased with her underlings. The Tengu news networks had recently entered a slump in good stories and a resulting slump in readers and subscribers to both Kakashi Spirit News and the Bunbunmaru Newspaper. Despite the multitude of excuses from both Shameimaru Aya and Himekaidou Hatate, Megumu herself came upon something worthy of a scoop and went by herself to gather the information. While such endeavors were below her position, the Dai-Tengu felt the need to send a message to her inferiors. She was their boss for a reason, and she'd be sure to dish out punishments after she had upstaged her slacker reporters.

The search for news had led her to the Kappa hideout in Genbu Ravine. A little birdy had made it known to Megumu that the water-dwelling youkai were working on a new project delving into the concepts of "conceptual superimposition". The idea was well above the heads of both the informant and the informed, so the Great Tengu came to the Kappas' workshop to get a better explanation of just what all this meant.

She was welcomed in and led to the project site by one Kawashiro Nitori, who was more than happy to blabber on about the experimental device in technical jargon so fanciful that it left Iizunmaru entirely outside of the conversation. Multiple times she tried to bring the excitable Kappa down to a level of vocabulary understandable to the average reader, or at least down to her level, but Nitori continued her rambling heedless. Eventually, Kawashiro simply asked that Megumu attend a demonstration of the machine, to which she agreed.

The contraption was gigantic. A monstrous mess of wires and tubes and devices whose purposes where unknown that blinked and whirred and hummed, all leading to the end of what appeared to be a sort of nozzle. The room was filled with the din of Kappas hurriedly going this way and that in preparation of the device's first use. A simple dummy target of straw was put before the nozzle, and a good distance behind this was where Megumu set up her camera. Nitori had assured her the "particles" (whatever those were) would not pass through the dummy and reach her back here. Apparently the purpose of the device, in very basic terms, was to change one thing to another while keeping its basic concept. The Kappas themselves didn't quite understand what the exact outcome would be either, so they were excited to have another recording the event.

With the preparations set, the room became hushed as all present waited with held breath. Some put on goggles while other full faced metal masks, and the Dai-Tengu, behind her camera, shot Nitori a worried look. The Kappa merely gave her a thumbs up with one hand and pushed a big red button with the other. The machine's humming grew, and Iizunmaru watched through a lens as green light gathered within the funnel's opening; dim at first but rapidly growing to a violent luminosity. With a startling surge, the light leapt from it and out to the open air, the world seeming to slow to a crawl for Megumu as she watched the event frozen in place.

The Kappa had made a mistake. A simple oversight, but an oversight none the less. Megumu shouldn't have been able to look down the barrel of the conceptual superimposer with such a clear view. All watched as the beam of particles that broke all common sense merely glanced the head of the straw dummy, the majority of its radiance striking a startled Tengu before she could even react and engulfing her in a powerful flash. Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Nitori rushed over to Megumu, who now stood shakily away from her camera. She seemed fine, no outward injury or signs of late onset disintegration or any changes. The dummy target too showed no signs of changes, and the Kappas' leader apologized profusely to a recovering Megumu as she led her out of the workshop. Nitori spent the rest of the night gathering an apology offering for the Great Tengu, deciding that it was better for her and her kin to have a good relationship with the Tengu. The target was left were it stood, the straw stuffing inside its head slowly turning to grass and the sack slowly turning from burlap to rubber. The same concept, but a different form.

Megumu returned home, embarrassed, tired, and feeling sick. She decided against trying to write that night, and found the camera's reel was wiped of all footage. Cursing her luck, she ran her hands through her hair in frustration, only to find a few strands came out wrapped around her fingers. Stress, she hoped, but she made a mental note to check in with the doctor of Eientei soon. Who knows what lingering effects that beam of light had. She washed and dressed in night clothes, tossing and turning in her bed as she tried desperately to get some sleep.

The conceptual superimposer was a device for changing the form of things. It would change everything about it except for the basic concept. For the intended target, this meant a head of straw and burlap was now a balloon full of grass clippings. For the unintended target, which changes constituted more complex things such as mental concepts on top of physical ones, the basic concept was merely a bipedal, featherless form which held the capacity for thought, sapience, and conscience. The rest, however, was free game. As Megumu rolled around, eyes screwed shut, more of her hair littered the pillow and that which was not shed began to lighten in hue from a pitch black similar to a lightless night sky to a much more mundane brunette.

An uncomfortable fever had crept into the Tengu, and her entire body itched with the creeping of wispy body hair not fit for the usually unblemished body of one so keen on appearances as Megumu. A particular heat had settled in her stomach and she pawed at the spot with clammy hands. Slowly it sank lower and lower and her hands went with it till she was gently palming her pubic mound. That damned Kappa device, she cursed mentally. Was this the "change" they meant? Megumu paused her hands before resolving with a sigh to "solve" her issue. Nitori would have to kowtow to her thirty times over if she ever wanted the Genbu Ravine in the good graces of the the Tengu ever again.

A hand lingered low while one went back to her chest and she began to work, eyes closed and blissfully unaware of the continuing changes. The heat already seemed to be dissipating from her head, though that was due to a better airflow caused by less hair. Her clothes loosened slightly, but Megumu chalked that up to her ministrations disturbing her clothing rather than her slightly shrinking frame. The Great Tengu's status had (and would be) reflected in her stature. Breathy sighs were teased out of her as her fingers teased one of her nipples and delved into her nether lips. Had she been in a better state of mind, Megumu would've perhaps questioned why she was so slovenly pleasuring herself in the place she slept. It was only something some kind of loser from /jp/ would do. Megumu's mind was currently preoccupied with images of debauchery with the males of her species.

She continued tweaking her teat, not noticing how the areola shrunk back from her hand and closer to her chest with passing seconds. The pleasure continued mounting, and Iizunmaru felt her pussy tightening around her fingers, but the heat didn't seem to be any closer to going away. She let up a bit, her fingering not going so deep, not that it could. Her pelvic floor had grown shallow, and despite the growing room for her hand down there due to thinning thighs, she wouldn't be able to fit more of it in. Megumu stopped her work in her nethers and began massaging her other breast which barely filled her hand when once it would've overflowed from it. Once-thick lips let throatier and throatier gasps escape as she pinched and played with her shrinking areolae. The chest which once pushed out with the extreme pride of the Great Tengu continued to disappear, her hands now making up the majority of the tenting of her shirt. All of that ego, Iizunmaru Megumu's ego, traveled down from one head to grow a head somewhere else; the images of buff Tengu men in her mind slimming down in some places and filling out in others.

By now, her pussy had mostly sealed over, only her clit left peaking from a mostly flat spot. Finger went back down, feeling an urgent need to tease it. At first she could only rub it with two fingers, but with each caress it lengthened and grew and she slowly fit more of her hand around it. Pleasure drunk, there was little Iizunmaru could do but continue to jerk off. Her hand could now barely wrap around it, veins thickening within it and skin growing around it. A weight had begun to settle below her engorged "clit", and her hand stopped teasing her flat chest to massage it, causing this sack of tender flesh to swell and churn with a fluid. The contraction of "her" nuts filled them with sperm and the concept of "Megumu" pooled within them. Seed is an essence of vital importance, one which contains parts (or in this case the whole) of ones self. An essence which this new man wanted to expunge as he stroked to visions of thick thighs pinched by thigh-high socks, asses barely covered by skirts, and breasts straining white collared shirts.

His movements were desperate and needy, narrow hips bucking as with each up-and-down of his hand. Precum leaked from his penis, each jolt of ecstasy leaking part of Megumu's self into the sheets, memories staining the bedding. The rest of her was creeping up from his penis as the pleasure built to a crescendo. Red eyes stared blindly at the ceiling, crimson irises darkening to almost black and then rolled back as he climaxed. Hot cum spurted out high into the air in a glorious arc, covering his chest and sheets in the steaming and sticky residue of the existence that had once been Iizunmaru Megumu. What wasn't expelled settled back into his testicles, chruned up from the straggling remnants of what once was to fill in the mental gaps. The Dai-Tengu was gone, and only the dork known as "Anon" remained. A dork which slowly drifted off to sleep.

Nitori woke up early in the morning to a startling thing. The dummy had indeed changed over night, and she hurried to the Tengu Village in a panic. Anon awoke to a rapid knocking in a house that wasn't his, covered in his own ejaculate. Quickly, he attempted to clean himself with the foreign sheets before opening the paper sliding door. What both Anon and Nitori were met with nearly caused the both of them to faint.

A day later, Aya Shameimaru found herself saddled with a request from Megumu in writing, a nervous looking Kappa, and a human from the outside world. Nitori had delivered the note, and the seal upon it was unfortunately authentic. She was to watch over this human until Megumu's return for unknown reasons. The entire thing stunk, and she suspected this was a form of punishment for the recent downturn in newspaper sales. The man she was to watch over was slight, his withdrawn and shy stature shrinking his already small form. It was to such an extent that even she seemed a head taller than him. However, Aya noticed the way he seemed to stare at her in awe. Days passed, and she found the assignment hadn't been as bad as she thought.

This man, "Anon", couldn't speak a lick of Japanese but had enough sense to understand basic demands if they were conveyed non-verbally. He even took it upon himself to go beyond, and it became a common occurrence for Aya to come home from work to find a meal cooked or papers organized and her personal office cleaned. On days where she'd be gone, Shameimaru lent Anon to Himekaidou Hatate who reported his efforts there were much the same. As she organized a particularly large stack of papers in her office, she couldn't help but smirk to herself. This kind of servitude must've been what it felt like to be a Dai-Tengu. Was Megumu considering her for promotion? In her musings, Aya failed to notice Anon watching her with lustful eyes as he half-hid in a massive stack of writings, admiring the sensual curves of his new master. For both of them, this was a dream come true.