A young moogle opened up the door to his room with a smile on his face, which immediately turned into a frown when he saw a female Nu Mou. “I thought I was going to get this room all to myself?” He brought a suitcase with his name, Erakir, and he was happy to further his training in healing school, only to realize he had a roommate, and a female one at that. He hadn’t thought these schools were coed. Heck, the dorm was so small that he swore there was only enough room for one person!

“They’re cutting costs and merging people together.” The female nu mou responded, sitting on a large luxurious bed. “A pity too, my parents own the place, and they have to cut costs.”

Erakir didn’t mind having a female roommate, it would just be odd. Besides, it was his last semester at the school anyways! He just transferred from conjurer and graduating at the top of his class, he was sure to be the top student in this school! Nobody could out heal him! Rather, nobody was able to out heal him and conserve their mana at the same time better than him. Maybe that was why they gave him this roommate, likely she was very good at healing too. “So you’re the daughter of Mister White?” He asked. Mr.White was the one who ironically was in charge of the white mage school. 

“Yeah, they call me Vanna.” The Nu Mou’s tail slowly swished on top of the bed. She looked over Erakir with her hunched body. The Nu Mou were a difficult race to describe. They were dog-like in appearance, but with large floppy ears rather than pointed ones and a round gentle face. They were shorter than humans, but taller than moogles. Erakir was a little under chest high with this Nu Mou. “Hm… they picked you to be with me?”

“Yup! My name’s Erakir! They say I’ll be graduating at the top of the class this semester!” He announced proudly. The school had a somewhat bizarre way of teaching students. Students would go through regular school, then a class of their choice, and then an advanced class of their choice for a few years. “Why, I bet if I didn’t do any assignments, I’d still graduate above everyone else!” He was rarely one to boast about his abilities, but he was very confident in his healing. “I could keep a dragoon up with one hand behind my back.” He paused, slowly realizing he should probably talk about something else. “So, uh… I’m guessing since you’re with me, you’re getting really good scores being a white mage?”
He almost wondered if she was the kind of person that would pay their way through school. He knew an awful lot of summoners who would just magically switch to being a healer and claim they were the greatest, only for their party to not be doing so well by the end of the day, but he didn’t want to assume.

“Yeah, SECOND in class.” Vanna responded with an angry glare that was definitely unlike that of a Nu Mou. “My parents are getting super mad that I screwed up one time. I forgot to use a resurrection spell and instead used a Cure 2 on myself that was instant and it wiped the entire group.”

Erakir immediately realized why the two were roommates. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what else he should say. It was clear she wanted to be the head of the class. Heck, her parents likely pressured her into wanting to do that, but Erakir couldn’t lower his grades just so Vanna would graduate at the top! Second place was just as good as first. If they were in a raid and she did well, Erakir would totally give her a commendation! “So uh…” One thing Erakir hadn’t pointed out was Vanna’s choice of clothing. While Erakir wore a purple jacket with his signature scarf, Vanna had a white robe on that hid her small B cup breasts, but it didn’t look as if it were concealed entirely. Moreover, her tail dragged out from the bottom, but Nu Mou’s tails had a tendency to do that with every piece of clothing. “Do you want to like, study together or something?”

“I can tell what you’re looking at, you pervert.” The Nu Mou got off the bed. Her tail flopped on the ground and flopped up once. “You want to see what’s under here, don’t you? For your information…” She unveiled her robe and showed off her bare chest, her gray fur, and her two average tits with pink nipples poking out from her short fur. “Yes, they are real. Let me guess, do you want to touch them? Such a fucking pervert, but I won’t stop you if you want.”

‘Yikes. Not what I was getting into at all.’ Erakir thought, gritting his teeth and taking a breath. “I don’t… I mean they look okay…” Was this Nu Mou hitting on him? He had heard of several tank and healer relationships, maybe a tank and a tank, but never two healers. If he had to guess, her breast was likely a B cup. It was hard not to stare at her tits that swayed so openly. Didn’t most women have a bra? Why was the Nu Mou lacking one? Was there a glint in her eyes? It was hard to focus when a Nu Mou exposed herself without warning!

The Nu Mou closed her robe and turned her head with a hmph. “Fine, suit yourself. I know you can’t get tits off the brain.” She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

‘I can’t get tits off the brain because you flashed yours out of nowhere! What was up with that?’ Erakir swore he felt a strange pulling sensation towards Vanna as she stormed by him, as if his very body wanted to be with her, though he’d just pass it off as a strange sensation. He sat down on the bed opposite of Vanna’s, pulled out a book, and began reading. He figured if he could avoid Vanna then he should get through the semester.

During Erakir’s reading, he swore he felt a few eyes on him. He repeatedly glanced at the door, but he saw nothing. He recalled the elders in the school used a strange spell that allowed them to see things from afar without needing to be there. Were they using that spell on his dorm to check on him? Erakir wasn’t that exciting to need to be spied on! Heck, he was a great student. Maybe Vanna knew the spell? He imagined Vanna likely knew a variety of spells that weren’t related to healing and, while Erakir knew a few of those himself, he rarely utilized them. He cast a quick dispel on himself, just in case something impacted him. A trail of white stars circled his body before dissipating, though he didn’t feel any better or worse after casting it.

Whether through sheer luck or something else entirely, Erakir never saw Vanna return to that dorm room. He figured she was off studying hard at the library. Maybe if Vanna hated him that much, the moogle could go to the library one day and she could stay at the dorm, the two of them could rotate off and on. ‘Yet if she hates me, why did she flash me her boobs? They were good looking, I guess.’ Coincidentally, the Nu Mou telling him that he was obsessed with her tits made him keep thinking about them. Her tits weren’t impressive, but the Nu Mou was something else when it came to showing off. She was a little aggressive, among other things.

Erakir closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. He laid back in his clothes, not bothering to change out of them into any pajamas. Wearing shoes into bed, and a scarf on top of that with his jacket looked weird, but he had seen people fall asleep in other things that one could call strange. He heard of one person that fell asleep wearing elephant costumes! The idea made him smirk, though while he was trying to sleep, he let out a soft sigh. This was… boring. It was comfortable, but boring. 
It felt as if he were floating on clouds as he laid on the bed. ‘The bed is comfortable. It’s a nice way to recharge mana pretty quickly.’ He thought to himself with a light sigh. He wondered what he could do with the Nu Mou. Inevitably, they would get tested together. Maybe he could try to put forth more healing, or maybe he’d volunteer to heal everyone else instead of the main tank. Healing the raid was a pain, healing the tank was easy. 

The cloud sensation below Erakir faded. He gently fell onto a soft cushiony bottom for his head and, while the feeling below was warm, it also felt a little… hard? Erakir reached down and felt Nu Mou fur. “Huh?” He opened his eyes and found himself back in his room, but with Vanna below him, his head placed right between her boobs which explained the cushion sensation. “Vanna?” He raised his eyes. He tried to pull free, only to find that it was as if glue kept his head attached to Vanna’s tits.

“That’s who I am. My parents taught me a rather interesting spell to use, and you’re the prime subject to use it on. I won’t get your knowledge, but I will gain something from you.” Vanna smiled down at the moogle. She grabbed his pants and tugged them off his body along with his shoes and stockings. “You won’t need these where you’re going!” She poked his pompom with a grin on her face.

‘Where I’m going? What kind of spell did she learn? This wasn’t in the white mage handbook!’ Erakir felt so bizarre, almost as if his thoughts spread out. He put his bare paws on Vanna’s body and tried to pull free, but to no avail. His nude bottom stuck out like a sore thumb. He tried to straighten out his wings and press them up against her back, but even that didn’t split them apart. “Come on Vanna! This isn’t funny! Let me go!”

“Sorry, but I have to keep you here. The spell has already started and I’m not sure what happens if I cancel it.” Vanna giggled as Erakir’s purple wings bat against her torso. “You’re tickling me! Hehe! Come on! Ooohh that feels good!” Vanna grabbed Erakir and pulled her tightly to her chest. His head firmly in place between her tits. “I guess you can’t really see what’s going on given your… position. I actually can’t tell from here myself, but I can feel it. Maybe you want to see it instead?” Vanna poked Erakir’s crotch and giggled. “I didn’t realize moogles had such tiny cocks.”

Erakir blushed underneath his red fur. “I-it’s average for a moogle I’ll have you know!” Of course moogles weren’t going to be that well endowed compared to bigger creatures, but he wasn’t concerned about that now. He tried to pull free, only to get less than a few inches away from Vanna’s chest, only to get rubber banded right back.

“Sorry, you can flap all you like and pull all you like, but you’re stuck here.” Vanna walked into the bathroom and showed Erakir exactly what was going on in the mirror. “It’s a shame I won’t be able to put on a top very well. I might be able to get away with a robe if you’d stop all that flapping about.” Vanna grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut away at the rest of Erakir’s clothing. “This is going to get in the way, so if you don’t mind.”

“In fact I do mind!” Erakir grabbed the scissors and tossed them away the moment they got in reach of him. Vanna managed to cut part of Erakir’s shirt, but just because he was on her chest didn’t make him helpless! Being stuck with her and brought to the mirror allowed him to see he was smooshed between her two tits, but it also looked as if some of his white fur was on her breast too? It was hard to make out, almost as if part of her tits had moogle fur on them where they shouldn’t. “Did you do… some sort of absorption spell?” He slowly began to realize the gravity of his situation. She didn’t use some attachment spell, it was a spell to absorb her in him! He recalled a story where Myu did that to him, but that was just a story!

“My family knows all kinds of spells. They do run this school after all. They gave me a spell to use, just in case there was someone achieving more than I. Had there been others, I would be absorbing them into my cunt, my ass, my tail, and my paws next. We might be doing that anyway, just to make sure I stay number one.” Vanna poked Erakir’s head. She pushed his pompom down, as if to try to get it into her chest. “We might do that, just to be sure I remain top Nu Mou. Besides, it adds on to my mana reserves, and I need more of that.”

Erakir tried to think of a spell to restore him. The only one he could think of was esuna, yet as he raised his paw to cast that spell, he froze. He thought about… tits… boobs, jiggling, milk. The thought made him open his mouth and quickly look gazed ahead with a glassy eyed appearance. “Dah… uh…” After a brief moment, he blinked rapidly. “W-what was I doing?”

Vanna patted the top of Erakir’s head with a huge smile on her face. “You tried to cast something, didn’t you? My tits absorb EVERY part of you. Your mind, your soul, your body, everything. It absorbed the part of your head you were trying to use which turns your thoughts into nothing but these!” Vanna squeezed her furry tits happily, squishing Erakir in between them. She pulled them back, and squeezed him again. “Oh, there’s a bit more white fur on them than last time! I know your wings are going to split, but I wonder what will happen to your pompom and cock.”

Erakir didn’t want to know what was going to happen to his body. He couldn’t feel Vanna grab those tits, but he definitely noticed when his head squeezed into them and then she pulled them apart. It was almost as if his very being split when she pulled those tits. Moreover, did they look… bigger than last time? He almost wanted to try to feel them himself, to massage and squeeze those nipples and… ‘No! I have to think of a way out of here somehow! Okay, Es… esu… I can’t even think of the name of that tits! What should I do instead?’ He wasn’t a fighter, he was a thinker, and it was hard for his head to process a lot of thoughts clearly. How would one get out of this situation when he had clearly been partially absorbed? “So, there’s really no way to get unabsorbed? You haven’t looked in your books for that?”

“There might be a way, but it wouldn’t be in any of my books.” Vanna shook her chest, shaking Erakir’s body wildly but leaving his head mostly in place. Unable to help herself, she stroked Erakir’s furry crotch and cock with a smirk. “Hm. We’re not that connected just yet. I think technically one may be able to reverse it, or at least detach you with some of your essence permanently in here. But once you or I orgasm, it’s usually impossible to reverse beyond that point.”

Erakir knew that wasn’t true. There were ways to detach a person surgically, if a little on the messy side. Not that Erakir would look forward to such things, but he couldn’t be her tits! His thoughts already felt… floaty more often than not. Was this what tits thought about? Did boobs even think? He swatted Vanna’s hands away from him, determined not to let her touch him, though his shaft pulsed with unwanted arousal. ‘Why am I so turned on? Ugh. Curse my love of transformation, even if it’s involuntary.’ He wasn’t going to lose his signature scarf, jacket, or shirt though! He especially wasn’t going to lose his wings! He tried flapping them again, only to realize nothing flapped between him and Vanna. “U-ugh.” His body didn’t want to cooperate with him the way he wanted it to.

“Why are you still struggling? Come on, boobs don’t struggle.” Vanna stroked Erakir’s head softly. “Boobs sit and jiggle. Don’t you just want to sit and jiggle like a pair of good boobs? I’ll get you a nice comfortable bra and maybe before graduation I’ll let you titfuck a guy! That would feel fantastic, don’t you think?”

Erakir closed his eyes and tried to think of himself in another situation, any other situation would work, but he envisioned Vanna with massive tits. He saw the cock of an equine anthro placed between those massive tits and fucking them roughly with Vanna’s mouth toying with the tongue. It made his own cock twitch with joy, but he slowly came to realize it wasn’t because he imagined that he was the horse fucking the tits, but he was the tits getting fucked that brought him such joy. Vanna was already messing with his mind and it looked as if he had barely been absorbed at all! “N-no! I don’t want that!”

“Let’s see…strong emotions are supposed to help speed up the change.” Vanna grabbed Erakir’s hands and put them up against the bottom of her breast. “I’d love for these to get absorbed, that way I don’t have to worry about them and I can play with you all I like!”

Erakir struggled to break free, but his strength felt rapidly drained, as if his very bones were becoming the breast milk inside of Vanna. Moreover, feeling the bottom of Vanna’s tits felt wonderful. Vanna was trying to pull him inside of her, but boobs were boobs! ‘No! I’m not a pervert! I can just use the mognet and find boobs if I really want… but… why would boobs do that?’ Erakir’s mind wandered momentarily before he brought himself back to reality. He tugged hard to escape Vanna’s grasp, but he instead felt… a massive jiggle. No! The milk jugs already took in his hands, just like that! Now both his head and his hands were part of her breast!

With a smile on her face that only showed itself in the mirror, Vanna reached down and flicked Erakir’s shaft. “Now, let’s see if we can get you to cum a few times. I bet that will get you to shrink down to nothing in no time! Hehe… there was a spell to make you into nothing but cum too, but then there’d be a possibility you might be reborn and come back to get me, we can’t have that. No, you need to be just a nice pair of jiggling tits. Just wait until your head starts dividing into each boob, I hear it’s quite a trip.”

‘I already feel like I’m being torn in two.’ Erakir grit his teeth. He glanced down and saw his body dangling below. Had his hands not been inside of Vanna’s tits, quite literally now. He kicked and wiggled, but he was as helpless as a shrinking moogle. How much height had he lost already? Vanna’s tits seemed so much bigger than before, only a few cups short of being as large as his head. “I don’t have hands, but I still have… uhn… boobs!” He wanted to shout spells, but his variety of spells were diminishing rapidly. Any damaging spells that popped into his head were quickly replaced by the thought of jiggling tits, tits that he envied because they weren’t him. ‘Why do my hands feel so heavy, yet I can’t lower them?’

“Okay, so your head is sort of absorbed into them, your hands are in them, should we see how flexible you are and grab these paws?” Vanna grabbed Erakir’s feet. “Or should we just make you cum until you’re nothing but a pair of jiggling flesh with milk? I like the alternative better, it’s super kinky to watch you cum to thinking you’re nothing but a pair of tits. I think I have something for that!” Vanna walked out of the bathroom with a skip in her step, at least as much a skip as a Nu Mou could do. She reached into her dresser back in her room and pulled out what appeared to be a fake chest with large tits. “They were using this as a model to see how big I was going to get.”

Erakir stared at the strange fake thing. The tits on the model were massive! The model only had the chest part of the Nu Mou, clearly made of rubber, but Erakir had stars in his eyes as he stared at the chest. This was how big the Nu Mou was going to get? This was going to be him? ‘Oh god, why am I so hard? Calm down Erakir!’ He wanted to close his eyes and turn away, but his jaw merely dropped at the sight of the rubberized tits. Had he kept his hands, he would have grabbed those rubber things.

“You’re aroused not because you’re thinking about giving it a tit job.” Vanna pressed the large boobs up against Erakir’s shaft. She squeezed the rubber tits around his cock and moved them up and down slowly, as if simulating a real tit job for the poor moogle. “You’re aroused because you’re thinking about being it and giving the tit job. Imagine how the tits feel doing this!”

‘God they must feel… warm… soft… bouncy.’ Erakir began to lose his train of thought again. Concentrating when a cock was in something was difficult for a person, harder when his consciousness was getting pulled into two tits. ‘Fuck… tits… boobs… melons… bounce… must… can’t…’ Erakir had to resist thrusting on those tits. It wasn’t how good his cock felt, but how good it was to be those boobs. He had to be those tits! As he was thinking that, he detected himself pulling upwards and splitting. How much had he split in those tits now? He was able to feel much more of those boobs than before, two soft warm fuzzy things on Vanna, two big jiggly orbs. How good it would feel to just give in… where were her nipples on her boob? That would help tell how much Erakir had been pulled into her. Did she still have nipples? Maybe his eyes were the new nipples? He wasn’t sure. He had no mirror to look at.

“Oh look at you, getting so confused and cute! Your head is so stretched out and your body is getting so small already!” Vanna cooed and pressed the rubber tits up against her own. “Let’s see how much you can feel this!”

‘Ahn!’ The sensation was incredibly bizarre. Erakir sort of felt the tits press up against one another, and it was as if he had his own pair of melons but in the wrong area. Was this what it was like to be boobs? To have tits pressed up against one another? The pressure was amazing! The bending of muscles, the milk in the boobs, in him. ‘Uhnn… I can’t…’ The rubber tits were barely even touching him and yet, unable to help himself, his cock unleashed a wave of seed, spurting it onto the floor below him. With every thrust, his body pulled in those tits more and more, almost as if his entire being was absorbed into them, but while much of his body pulled into those tits, he wasn’t entirely gone yet, though he couldn’t tell where his wings were, or his legs. His arms he knew were long gone, but what about the rest of his body? His vision was blurry. He had to take a minute to readjust, but when he could see again ,everything looked bizarrely… stretched? His clothing fluttered to the ground, and while at first he panicked, he wondered… why were boobs worried? What was with that scarf that fell? Boobs didn’t need scarfs! Scarfs were stupid!

“Oh my god! I didn’t expect you to lose THAT much of your body with ONE orgasm!” Vanna tossed the plastic mold away and laughed. “You’re SO much bigger! You look like a massive one piece bra! Oh, there’s still a bit of you left between the tits, but it’s all fur and you still have that pom thingie. Come on, you HAVE to see this, tits!” The Nu Mou rushed to the bathroom as fast as a Nu Mou could go so Erakir could set sights on his body once more. “You’re going to make for fantastic knockers!”

‘Why is everything so stretched out? Why am I bouncing with you? Why does it… uhn… do I still have tits? Wait… knockers? Melons? Boobs! Do I still… argh!’ Erakir’s mind was so slow that by the time he thought about his body, Vanna was already in the bathroom and he was able to see himself. His body was very tiny, squeezed between the two tits as if it were nothing. His orgasm really did take a lot out of him! As for his head, it stretched out with his eyes where the nipples should have been. It really was as if his head was a bra of sorts and his body was some sort of bizarre accessory to fit between them “T-that’s me?” He managed to speak with his lips in the center, but also stretched wide.

“That’s you! You’re like one big giant bra, right? But I’m sure you jiggle just like boobs.” Vanna’s knockers had grown nearly double in size from that orgasm, yet Erakir hadn’t been totally absorbed. Vanna’s tits moved up and down with a hint of firmness to them, as if Erakir really was a bra or a shirt of sorts. “You’ll split in two eventually, but by then you’ll be thinking of nothing but boobs!”

‘Boobs only bounce and be boobs… they only jiggle… boobs…’ Erakir heard Vanna talking somehow. He wasn’t sure where his ears were in this new strange form, but did it matter? Boobs didn’t need ears. Boobs didn’t speak. Boobs didn’t even see. Boobs were boobs. Why was he able to see? What was with all this white fur? That body was slowly going away and that was making him… sad? ‘What’s happening to tits?’ Erakir thought, his eyes slowly moved into a panic, but faded when Vanna toyed with him. He swore he could almost hear sloshing in Vanna’s knockers, in him. He was truly her furry large massive boobs, boobs with no cock, no ears, no eyes, just two massive tits. He wasn’t a moogle! Moogles weren’t like this!

“You’re already struggling to think about what you are, aren’t you?” Vanna slowly stroked Erakir’s top, rather she stroked the top of her tits, but her breast had her normal fur color, Erakir was still able to sense Vanna stroking her, no, him. Did tits even have a gender? Topic for another day. “You’re my boobs. You don’t need to think, to see, to hear. Just feel and jiggle, like good Nu Mou boobs should.”

‘Like.. good boobs should… I’m good boobs… boobs… tits…’ With a sudden bounce, Vanna’s knockers absorbed so much of Erakir that he split in two, one in each boob with the pompom nowhere in sight, having gone into the center of Vanna’s breast. A pompom didn’t matter though, nor did his eyes that reverted back into nipples, Vanna’s familiar nipples. Knockers didn’t have eyes, they had nipples! Erakir felt so silly for having eyes or ears! He was tits! She? Whatever Erakir was, Erakir was tits, and that’s all Erakir really was, and all he was going to be. The rest of his white fur vanished, transforming into Vanna’s normal colored fur.

“That’s it…” Vanna stroked her tits until there was not a single sign of Erakir left in body, mind, and even soul. All of them transforming into her tits, a nicely grown pair of melons up to F cups. With a smirk on her face, Vanessa raised her hand and noticed immediately how much more mana she had. Yes, having this moogle as her tits would make her top of the class for sure! Though, there were other creatures that were problematic. Maybe talking to her dad about getting a new ass wouldn’t be a bad idea…

Erakir quickly lost his identity, his name, whatever spells were in his repertoire. Tits didn’t have spells, boobs were knockers, and that’s all Erakir was. Boobs contribution to Vanna’s mana reserves would no doubt help her graduate to the top of her class without absorbing anyone else, but melons couldn’t argue if Vanna wanted to get more absorption parts. Tits couldn’t complain after all. They could only be a little sore without a bra, which boobs hoped Vanna got a very pretty pair!
