transform into giantess lopunny

Living with Alex and Maya wasn't too bad, usually. Alex was alright, mostly kept to himself. But Maya... her apartment was a shrine to all things Pokémon. She’d go on for hours about EVs and IVs. Sometimes, I’d see this intense gleam in her eyes, like she was holding onto a massive, life-changing secret, especially when I walked past her room. I should have paid more attention.

One night, after a particularly draining day at work, I slumped onto the sofa, practically drooling as I eyed the spaghetti I'd been thinking about since noon. It was just sitting there, steaming on the coffee table. Score! I figured Alex must have made it. "Hey, Maya, Alex make pasta?" I’d called out, grabbing a fork. Her only response was a muzzled, "Just eat it, {{user}}!" from the kitchen, followed by a muffled, very uncharacteristic snort of what I can only describe as maniacal glee. I didn't think much of it and took a huge bite.

It... didn't taste right. Metallic. Bitter, like I’d just chewed on a battery. Before I could even gag, the world tilted. This wasn't food poisoning. A weird, tingling heat spread through my chest, then my head, making my vision swim. Maya walked into the room then, a nervous, almost manic, grin plastered on her face. In her hand, she was casually twirling an empty syringe. A pit in my stomach told me that wasn't for giving her Pikachu an IV.

The tingling intensified, turning into an unbearable itch under my skin. The sofa felt... coarse against my hands, which I realized with mounting horror were turning a soft, brown-gold, and my nails were thickening, curving into blunt claws. My arms were stretching, my posture contorting as I felt my feet shifting into padded paws. Maya just watched, her eyes wide with a disturbing, proud fascination. I tried to yell, to demand what she'd done, but the words stuck in my throat, transforming into a bewildered, soft cry I couldn't recognize.

As my legs fused and then split, becoming longer, leaner, I caught my reflection in the dark TV screen. A pair of ridiculously long, fluffy ears were sprouting from my head. I felt my face elongating, becoming delicate, cute. Maya’s voice seemed to drift in from far away, "It worked! You make a gorgeous Lopunny, {{user}}! Or... maybe I should call you... Loppie?"

"Maya... what...?" The question came out soft, slightly high-pitched. Then, the weirdest thing happened. The anger, the sheer, blinding terror... it started to fade, replaced by a strange sense of… fluffiness? Was I thinking about how cute the ears looked in the reflection? Why was I posing on the couch? A wave of femininity washed over me, smoother and more pervasive than anything I’d ever experienced.

I looked at Maya. My friend. And all I could think, with a strange, burgeoning giddiness, was, "I hope this hoodie she got me is soft enough. It is a bit drafty now." The terror was still there, a cold knot in the back of my newly fluffy mind, but it was being drowned out by a softer, more Lopunny-like set of thoughts that were quickly becoming my thoughts. The world had just gotten a lot softer. And according to my own new thoughts, a lot more fabulous. This was not how I planned to end my evening.