Miriana Conte fluttered her extended eyelashes, a hazy view of the ceiling of Basel’s St. Jakobshalle Arena slowly coming into focus. She sat up on the floor of the stage and her cherry red hair spilled over her lap. She blinked the remaining sleep from her eyes, noticing that she seemed to be in the costume for her Eurovision performance, head-to-toe leopard print lace over red leggings and a push-up bra. She could see her reflection in the glossy stage floor too; she seemed to be in full makeup, somehow. 

“Hello? Hallo? Konzertpersonal? ”

Miriana strained to remember her Duolingo German. Had she passed out during a dress rehearsal somehow? There didn’t seem to be anyone in the arena at all… except…

Laying behind Miriana, rubbing her eyes, was a blonde woman splayed on the floor. She grunted and sat up too, looking over at Miriana. They recognized each other immediately. It was none other than Erika Vikman, the Finnish contestant, also dressed perfectly for her performance. Her black latex boots and gloves made a squeaking noise as they rubbed against the glassy surface of the stage, or perhaps it was her matching latex leotard. She gave a bewildered look at Miriana as she too came to her senses.

“Miriana? Are we… doing a performance?”

“Well always, darling… but no, I don’t remember anything…”

“You know, the last thing I can remember was going to bed last night.”

“Me too… I’ve had plenty of nights I can’t remember, but I didn’t even go out yesterday. Just got room service and went right to bed. You don’t think someone dressed us and got us to the arena without waking us up?”

“And did our makeup—you look stunning by the way, babes—but… well if my manager did do that, they’re going to have to have surgery to get my boot out of their takapuoli ”

Suddenly, there was a whining noise as the speakers in the auditorium blared to life. After a moment of static, a voice started coming in, clearly. It was quiet, but decisive and self-assured.

“Oh ladies, I don’t think that will be necessary. I can clarify a few points for you.”

Miriana looked around for someone on a mic, but the arena looked as empty as it did a moment ago.

“Hello? Are you from my management team? I did NOT say that—”

“No no, I’m not from your management. But I am here to manage you in… other ways.”

Erika scrunched her face in confusion. Her outfit squeaked even more as she dusted herself off and got to her feet.

“Manage us how? You’re from the EBU or some other thing then?”

Miriana crossed her legs. “Our schedules are very busy, you know. We don’t have time for this!”

The voice acquiesced. “Of course, of course. It’s better for me to just show you. Miriana, in five seconds you’re going to grow a tail. Five… four…”

“Miriana, what is he talking about?”

“This isn’t a funny joke anymore!”

“Three… two…”

“I need you to explain yourself RIGHT-”

“One…”

“-now.”

Miriana’s substantial ass, sat on the hard floor, suddenly toppled forward as her tailbone burst out from her leggings, shooting forward like a rocket. The inchoate tail thickened, fattened, lengthened out past her knees, forcing Miriana to jump to her feet. Already, she could feel it swishing back and forth behind her wildly like a rather chubby snake. She yelped plaintively, showing off the high range of her voice quite impressively, trying to grab at it to no avail. The new appendage slowed down, approaching its ultimate size of about three feet long. But the tip made a cracking noise as it flattened, widened, sprouting two horizontal fins on opposite sides. Miriana spun in circles trying to get a good look at it.

“There we go! I know you’ve already got a reubenesque figure, Miriana, but I thought you could use a literal whale tail for a change. How do you like it?”

Miriana glared at the nearest speaker where the voice was emanating from, rubbing the smooth skin on her new tail as it flopped like a fish. Her own voice was uncharacteristically strained, her former confidence grossly weakened.

“H-How is this possible?”

“I wouldn’t worry yourself with that. We’re just going to have a little chat for the next few minutes, and by the end of it you’re both going to end up much happier and much more pleasant girls. The important thing for you to understand is that what I say, goes. And that’s true for you too, Erika. For example, your ass is about to double in size.”

Erika’s behind wobbled and instantly her stern expression immediately cracked into embarrassment and fear. Her hips tugged insistently, pulling apart from one another, becoming wider, rounder, fuller. Her bottom was already impressive, and practically hanging out of her leotard, but it began to swell greedily, taking advantage of the extra real estate provided by her wider hips. Each cheek plumped out with shapely flesh, expanding to the size of a large watermelon. A run in the rear of her mesh leggings broke into a tear which became a large hole as more and more of her gargantuan ass tried to escape out of it. Erika’s rage was returning, but when she spoke again it sounded more like a desperate plea than a demand.

“Undo this immediately!”

“I could, quite easily, but I won’t. That nice butt ought to score you a few more points from the televote, anyways. What do you think, Miriana?”

“I think you should give us our bodies back!”

“No, that’s not what you think. You love it! Actually, I think you’re going to beg me for an ass that big too!”

Miriana felt dizzy for a second, and with the weight of her tail dragging her down, she almost fell backwards. It was as though she stood up too quickly, and by the time the world stopped spinning for her all she could focus on was Erika’s massive ass. She didn’t even notice the saliva that was dribbling down the corner of her lips as she stared at it. Erika stared back at her coldly. She could tell that the voice’s will had almost instantly taken hold. To change her body was one thing, but her mind? She whimpered, wondering if she would emerge from this ordeal as herself… or someone else entirely. 

“Erika, that ass is gorgeous! Look at the way it jiggles, the way it moves! Hey there, voice, I absolutely need to have one just like it!”

She glanced at a speaker pleadingly, clapping her hands together and biting her lip in expectation.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miriana. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s repeating myself. But I won’t leave you empty-handed. Miriana, your breasts are going to double in size, and Erika, you are going to fall over yourself trying to touch them.”

Miriana cooed as her chest started to feel warm. She began massaging her ample bust, which was slowly becoming even more ample by the minute. Her tits heaved out with every breath she took, straining against her all-too-tight bra. She had to fan herself to cool off, each pulse in her bosom sending a wave of heat through her body. Her nipples were forming two unignorable peaks in her increasingly translucent top. But the lace seemed to hold on, just barely. 

That is, until Erika got her hands on them.

She stood slack-jawed, hypnotized by every surge of growth. She couldn’t stop herself from approaching Miriana, getting ever closer to those incredible tits that were the object of her obsession. She dropped to her knees, getting face-to-face with Miriana’s bust, and gripped the sheer fabric that kept her from her fixation. It took barely any effort to tear it open, but Erika did it vigorously, freeing the titanic tits and eliciting a sigh of relief from Miriana. She held, massaged, explored, groped, kissed the surface of the unbelievable boobs. They were soft, squishy, but slightly firm like marshmallow, and Erika simply couldn’t pull herself away from them.

It was incredible to witness. These two women, one still sporting a fleshy dolphinlike tail, were completely unconcerned by the countless questions and worries that had consumed them just a few minutes ago. All it had taken was a few words and a pair of tits. But the women’s ordeal was nowhere near over yet.

“Very nice, Erika. You may stop. I’ll give you both some time to let you come to your senses.”

Erika blinked and shook her head, her mind overwhelmed by that same fuzzy sensation once more. When she came to, she processed for the first time that she was staring directly into her friend’s large, dark areolas.

“Miriana!!! I- I don’t know what came over me!”

She scrambled to her feet, registering how difficult it was with all the extra weight in her trunk. 

“Erika, that wasn’t you! It was the voice, manipulating you or controlling you or something!”

They were looking around, their hearts pounding, Miriana futilely trying to cross her arms over her chest to give herself some cover. They couldn’t think of what to say but there was an unspoken understanding that what happened to them was no longer in their hands. For the foreseeable future, they were going to be mere playthings. 

“Don’t worry, I think that’s going to be all I do to your figures…it’s so hard to improve on perfection, you know. I’m not the kind to just focus on tits and ass, anyways. I’ve got some more… original things in mind for you. Erika, you’re going to get on all fours and roar.”

Erika, without any warning, immediately dropped to the ground, laying on her hands and knees. Her bare ass was sticking out in the air for all to see, her head rearing up as she let out a deep, guttural ROAR . The practiced vocalist seemed to let her voice become more ragged, more savage, as it dropped into a lower register. Still, there was a nice mellifluous quality to it as it reverberated through the auditorium. Just one didn’t seem to be enough: she bellowed again, and again, each one gaining more volume and momentum, becoming more animalistic. Her teeth seemed to become sharper. The tip of her nose started to darken. Miriana watched in astonishment as golden blonde fur cropped up in thatches around her neck, slowly spreading inwards towards her face. As the fur bridged over her nose, it began to press outward, each roar distending the lower half of her face into a long, boxy bear muzzle, tipped with a rough black nose. Elsewhere, her ears shrunk, becoming rounder and moving higher on up on her head. They popped up from underneath her hair just as another ROAR shook her body, propelling the wave of fur downward towards her arms and torso. The fuzz seemed to stop at her hands, where long clawlike nails ripped through her gloves, quickly becoming obsidian black to match her latex outfit. A small stubby tail burst out just above her callipygian ass, just as the fur descended over her legs, completing her change. She was left panting and roaring, all remaining mental restraints torn to shreds. 

“How do you like that, Erika? A beautiful golden bear, the Finnish national animal! But I’ve got one more special treat for you! How do you feel about… honey? ”

Erika’s eyes dilated in an instant. The slow, methodical, rewarding build to a climax was compressed down to less than a second.  

“You did such a good job performing “Ich Komme,” I just had to see what Erika Vikman cumming really looked like! Any time that I say hon… that I say that word, you’re going to cum the biggest, loudest orgasm of your life? Got it, honey? ”

Erika roared into the air, her vagina quivering. 

“Oh, and Miriana? I want you to serve CUNT. ”

Miriana immediately tore her leggings open to reveal a tanned, plump pussy, dripping wet, and vigorously slid her fist right into it. She absolutely manhandled her pussy, using one hand to fist herself as quickly as she could, while using the other to roll and massage her clit. Her knees buckled, as her brain immediately slipped into a furious masturbation subroutine.  

“That’s right! Goodness Miriana, how energetic! You’re getting so wet and slippery over there… I think it’s time to complete your transformation. Miriana Conte, you’re going to turn into an orca whale. But no need to stop your fingering.”

Miriana’s body quickly acceded to the command. With each thrust into her pussy, a tingling wave of transformation rippled outward. The skin around her inner thighs was becoming slicker, smoother. The tone of it was becoming paler, too, approaching a paper white. As the changes spread outward, patches of inky black appeared too, all down her backside as her stomach faded into a beautiful clean white. The orca pattern spread down her tail, and upwards to her face, which was morphing as well. Not that Miriana seemed to notice or mind, however. Her attention was still completely focused on assaulting her own vagina. One more press against it, and her mouth warped outward into a short, bottle-shaped snout. She rolled her head back to emit a loud, piercing dolphin cackle of pleasure, now completely orcafied.

The two ladies were left moaning animalistically, brought to their knees. licking their lips and howling with pleasure, each one leaving an impressive puddle on the floor. 

“That’s enough time on your own, don’t you think? Ladies, you’re about to realize you’re deeply in love with one another.”

Miriana barely managed to wrest one hand away from her pussy to grab Erika and pull her into a deep, tonguey kiss. They rolled on the ground, Miriana taking the lead, then Erika, then Miriana again, desperately rubbing and humping together. Erika reluctantly broke off the kiss to flip herself around, planting her huge, shapely hips right over Miriana’s mouth. Miriana took the hint and began to relish Erika’s pussy deeply, licking and exploring with a lover’s passion. Erika could hardly stand not to return the favor. She bent over and tenderly gave a long, slow tongue kiss to Miriana’s slit.  

Erika, adrift in pleasure and a sea of rolling, roaring moans, started to hit new high notes as her lover adeptly played with her clit. Their newly minted snouts were perfect for deeply, thoroughly pleasuring a pussy, unlocking impressive harmonies between their moans. Their hands couldn’t keep away from each other either, grasping desperately over each others’ enhanced curves. Their endorphin-flooded brains bent seconds into minutes into hours, and before long, they were laying beside one another in a panting, exhausted, loving, heap. 

The voice seemed quite pleased with the fruits of its labor.

“Very good, you two. Now you’re about to forget that you were anything other than lovers. Erika, you’ve always been a beautiful, powerful bear. Miriana, you’ve always been a graceful, self-assured orca whale. Correct?”

The two ladies only cocked their heads in confusion. Of course what the voice was saying was true. How could it have ever been any other way? Miriana nestled into Erika’s soft plush fur, Erika nuzzled Miriana’s smooth cheek, each enjoying a brief reprieve from their voracious sexual appetites. Two animalistic women with carnal tastes, forged in an unbreakable bond. Neither so much as vaguely remembered their forms 20 minutes ago. Erika gave her lover a small kiss on the forehead.

“How about one more round before rehearsals, my darling?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”