Mimic's Playtime (Dollification and TFMC)

Hey folks!

Feeling a little under the weather this week. Hopefully nothing too serious, but if I get a little slow replying to people, it might be something to do with that.

But let's ignore that for the moment and barrel on ahead! Returning to a familiar world of superheroes - and to a crisis that's already gone a little wrong. Oh dear. Well, I'm sure everyone's favourite shapeshifting sidekick can handle things!

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Okay, so is it just me, or are things a bit strange right now?

No, I mean, more than normal. Stuff always gets weird when Twivesta shows up. That little fairy is fu- fricked in the head, and she loves to make that everyone else’s problem. Especially mine! Dunno what the hell I did to deserve her attention, but whatever, that’s what life’s like for a super hero, and you’re not going to find a hero more super than Mimic Gimmick, shapeshifting superstar! Equipped in my body-hugging orange catsuit, complete with trademark green belt, and coupled with my free-flowing brown ponytail, I strike the mightiest of silhouettes, a real hero of heroes!

Well, I say that, but there is a hero I look up to. And if you know who Mimic Gimmick is, then you know who I’m talking about. That’s right, here with me today as we stand strong against yet another crisis, it’s the one, the only, Dummy Dolly!

… Yeah, you see what I mean about things being strange right now? Because look, I’m pretty sure I have not spent the last couple of years apprenticed to a knock-off barbie doll. Like, that does not sound like me. Which is weird, because I absolutely remember doing it for some reason.

Look at her over there. Plastic smile. Plastic skin. Plastic brain, as far as I’ve been able to tell. She’s only ever said three phrases in all the time I’ve known her, all of them prerecorded. What you get depends on where you squeeze her…

Okay, I mean, she’s not a complete barbie. Barbies aren’t blue, as near as I can remember, and they have two arms, not four. Plus I don’t think they’d actually get away with making boobs that big, seriously, those things are repurposed beachballs, I’m sure of it. They’d have trouble with her ‘costume’, too. She wears the teeniest red ‘bikini’ I’ve ever seen. Clothes are supposed to cover you up, not… whatever that is.

So yeah, no, like, letting you in on a secret here: I don’t think that airhead is really my mentor. Just a hunch of mine, a little word to the wise.

But that’s just what it’s like to deal with Twivesta. She’s a moron, but she’s a powerful moron. There are times she’s done stupid stuff like turn the planet into a bauble for her Christmas tree (a holiday she does not get, by the way), or removed the word ‘shrimp’ from the English language because someone kept calling her one.

Totally worth it, by the way.

She’s difficult to handle, but manageable usually, as long as you can beat her in whatever game she wants to play, or you can catch her cheating. She has rules she’s got to obey, or at least she thinks she does, which is as good as you’re really going to get with her. I once banished her with a game of patty-cake.

And I know she’s the one responsible for all of this, because she told us so. Announced her new scheme with a big blast of fireworks over the city. Literally lit up the city. ‘Hey jerks, it’s me! Lady Twivesta! I wanna play~’

Possibly my least favourite combination of words.

So yeah, I’mma just assume that my real mentor pulled some kind of big dramatic heroic sacrifice to protect everyone, because I bet the real deal is awesome. They gotta be the best hero ever. Like, why else would I work with them?

This girl, though…

“Dolly loves to play!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you always say.”

Kinda useless. I’m just gunna come out and say it.

Okay, let me back up a second here. I’ve gotten ahead of myself. I should explain where we’re at.

So Twivesta zipped down out of the sky, and used her magic to transform, like… I want to say a full quarter of the city into a gigantic toy shop? Don’t quote me on that, I didn’t check a map or anything. And she was in a perverted mood today (when isn’t she?) so of course there’s all sorts of adult toy stuff around. Naturally, all of it’s all full of transformative traps and mind controlling schemes, sooo a lot of people ended up as toys of one kind of another – I’ve seen busty toy soldiers marching around, curvy stuffed animals on the prowl, hordes of strutting LEGO sluts, which is not a sentence I ever thought I’d say…

You get the picture.

“What’s the big problem?” Tiwvesta’s voice echoes over the ‘store’s PA system. “You just need to win three of my games to beat me! Oh, oops. That’s right, you guys can’t even beat me at one~”

… That bratty fairy has the memory of a goldfish, I swear. We’ve beaten her a ton of times! Well I guess now I’m going to have to do it again, just to hammer the point home.

So, assuming that my boss has just gotten transformed, looks like I’m going to have to take the lead on this one. Okay! My time to shine! Don’t worry, I’m good at this. I’ve been looking after that airheaded doll for almost all of my superhero career!

Uh. I think? Wait, no, hold on…

Bah, never mind. Whatever! The important thing is the city is going to be fine. I’ll handle this! Mimic Gimmick is a hero you can trust! And, uh, also a fantastic plastic bimbo doll. She’ll be helping me win the day too. Right?

“Dolly loves to play!”

Right.

So, if you’re all clear on that, I’ve got two things to get done here. One: Beat Twivesta. She’s already told us what she wants – I just need to win three of her ‘games’. I know it’s going to be difficult and weird, because that blue shrimp cheats like crazy, but as a hero it’s just kinda my job to win anyway, right? And two: Get Dummy here to safety, because, let’s face it, she’s not going to be of any help like this, is she?

“You can pose me however you like!”

That was a no, folks. That was absolutely, definitely a no. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.

First things first, then – I need to start making my way towards the exit, keeping an eye out for that brat’s games on the way. I know she’s going to be watching, she’s super predictable like that. The problem is I’m not entirely sure where we are. I mean, this place is huge. It’s like a multi-multi-story toy store in all directions, and I was letting Dummy chose the way as we came in. In retrospect, terrible decision, don’t know what I was thinking.

Anyway… I think we’re in the model section. I can see a bunch of plastic planes flying around overhead, and there’s a ton of figurines battling out in a war game over there. I think Dummy might have been trying to command them? Which was clearly never going to work. No wonder our side lost.

… Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something…?

Eh. Never mind. The important thing is I think we can make our way over these giant tables and get to a vantage point if we scale up the side of those shelves. It’s only a ten story climb. Easy for any super hero!

What, did you think I was just being dramatic when I said this was a giant toy store? No no, pretty literal. Twivesta’s a really literal minded fairy, honestly. That’s half the problem with her. The other half is the evil. And then the other half is her magic. Yeah, I think she’s earned a few extra problem-halves.

“Okay,” I say, striking a bold pose, puffing up my chest and flicking my brown ponytail out behind me, nice and dynamic. “Time for Mimic Gimmick to save the day!”

“Dolly loves to play!”

“Yes. Thank you for that, Dummy. Thank you.”

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I’ll let you in on a secret – climbing up 10 stories of shelving isn’t difficult for a shapeshifter like me. Even if I’m carrying Dummy Dolly with me! I just stretch my arms up, grab on, then snap up like elastic. Boing, fwip, ping! Boing, fwip, ping! Easy as pie, right? And my ‘mentor’ is no trouble to handle. She’s mostly hollow – especially her head – so she’s really light, and as she likes to brag…

“You can pose me however you like!”

… Yeah.

The most difficult part was avoiding all the lecherous toys up here. A lot of model kits looking for some ‘assemblage’, if you know what I mean (I’m not sure I know what I mean), and I don’t trust those guys. Too much transformative paint in their part of the toy shop. I know how Twivesta works.

So when I got us to the top, I wasn’t planning on hanging around too long, y’know? I’m the kind of girl to pick a direction and just go. Act now, solve problems later! Maybe a good mentor might try to curb a headstrong habit like that, but since I got the Blue Bimbo over there, I wouldn’t know!

Either way, looking out from up here doesn’t look too promising. This room is practically an orgy of dolls and models, but I can see through the doors that things aren’t much better in the next display areas. The video games area is a full on porno filled with bounty hunters, princesses, and space aliens, or whatever those are. And that section over there is for trading cards, I’m not going anywhere near that no matter how much you pay me. Best case scenario, I have papercuts for weeks!

Ugh. Nope, no choice about it. I’m going to have to go through the board games area. I wanted to avoid it, because Twivesta is absolutely going to be all over that stuff, but I guess I’d better just bite the bullet. I can do this. I have hard teeth.

I fold myself into a paper airplane, pulling Dummy over to sit her fat plastic ass down inside me before pushing off. It’s a trick I do sometimes, when I’m out patrolling the city. You need to start out pretty high, but right now that’s really not a problem. I cruise my passenger out of the model section, and glide right on down into board game central.

“Finally!”

Ah hell.

“Here you are. I was getting bored. Is that what these games are for? Are they supposed to bore me?” ‘Lady’ Twivesta, in all her teeny tiny glory, has just landed on Dummy Dolly’s head. Ugh, she’s about as big as a normal adult hand. How is something so small so much trouble?

“I can tell you’re thinking about making another shrimp joke, you know.” She flips her long blue hair back, raising a sparkling finger. “Try it. See what happens~”

I’m pretty sure I’m on a one-way trip to the aquarium if I do, so… “The point of board games is to play them against other players,” I explain, forming a mouth on my fin and desperately trying to change the subject. “You’re not going to have much fun playing them solo.”

“Oh.” Oh my god she genuinely didn’t know that. “Well that’s dumb. What are you supposed to do when there’s no one else around?”

Sometimes there’s this twisted kind of logic to the way Twivesta’s mind works. Other times there just isn’t, and she’s like this. I don’t even know where to start.

“So typical of you humans, always doing things the hard way,” she sighs, sliding down Dolly’s head and coming to a rest seated in her cleavage instead. “Good thing I drop by to sort you out from time to time!”

She means occasionally she dips into our reality to terrorize and transform us into whatever shape she finds fun at the time. Which is… technically what she said, yes, but I feel the context from my side is pretty important.

“Anyway!” She claps. “If you’re here, I guess you want to play some bored games with me!”

… I can hear what she just did there, and I’m not going to correct her. I’m not. She will do terrible things if I do. And… Well, I suppose I know I have to do this. Someone has to play against her and win, and I’m the only hero around. I guess I’d better-

“Dolly loves to play!”

“D’awh, I know you do~ But you’ve had your turn, BB! I can’t neglect your silly sidekick, even if she is a brat…”

Who are you calling-! No, no, don’t get provoked by her, Gimmick. You’re better than that, no matter how difficult it is to steer a conversation and steer a paper/superhero airplane at the same time.

Ah, speaking of- uh oh.

Wham!

“Wow. You guys really suck at flying too, you know that?” Twivesta just giggles as she flutters over my head. Crashing into this table broke my concentration and snapped me back into human form. I’m pretty sure she summoned those stars I see circling around me as a joke. I mean, I hope she did. “Oh, is this the game you wanted to play?”

Huh? I tilt my head back to peer up at what she’s pointing too. Oh. Looks like I crashed into a table full of board games. Makes sense.

Wait. Crap, no no, I can’t let her pick the game! I’ve absolutely learned my lesson about that, if you let her pick she’ll know exactly how to cheat. You have to push back, get her to agree to something more in your favour, or else… Or else…

Huh.

I twist my head over so I’m reading the right way up. Scrab- Oh, hey, I know this one! The game where you have to arrange letter tiles into words? That’s the one she’s looking at?

Oh there’s no way she knows how to play that. She barely knows written languages exist, I’m pretty sure. I mean hell, I know I’m smarter than this tinkerbimbo, I should be able to win at this easy.

“Sure!” I say, before she can get second thoughts. “Fun game! You’ll love it.”

“Huuuh.” She doesn’t sound like she believes me, which she shouldn’t because I am lying, but hey, if it gets me an advantage in this stupid contest of hers, I’m all for it. “Okay! Let’s play then.”

Great. That was easy. “Alright, well, get us a board we can actually use, and-”

Uh oh. I recognise that smirk. I know she’s about to do something ‘mischievous’ before she even snaps her fingers. And y’know, when I find myself and Dummy standing on a wooden surface in a dark void, I’m not even surprised. Why would I expect anything else? Why?

Then something slams down in front of me from up above. A long kind of bench thing? Except it’s clearly way, way, way too long to be a bench, it’s wider than a house. And a moment later, the mystery solves itself when a bunch of white-ish slabs, each maybe the width of a car and twice as tall, drop down as well, settling perfectly into the groove of the ‘bench’

Giant letter tiles. Seven of them. Of course.

Some days I wonder why I didn’t become an electrician. My body’s awful at conducting electricity, I could make so much money handling little fiddly wires in walls or underground or something…

Focus, Gimmick. C’mon. You can’t give up that easily.

Okay, I see Twivesta – she’s hovering off over there, across what I can now see is a gigantic game board. Okay, simple enough. Looks like I get to go first, so I just need to make up a word using as many letters as I can, and try to keep my score high as I go. Right, what letters did I get?

BOOBIES

… Oh this is rigged as fuck.

“What’s the hold up over there?” The pint-sized pest calls. “Do we need to set up a timer? Get on with it!”

Ugh. For god’s- fine. Fine! Whatever! It’s not like it matters. If she’s being an immature brat, hey, guess what jerk, this helps me out! I get an easy word to earn a ton of points with. So, rolling my eyes, I stretch out my arms and sling the tiles over onto the board. B… I… E… S! There. Maximum sc-Woah!

Boing!

A tingling sensation in my chest is all the warning that I get. Then suddenly my breasts are inflating like beachballs, giant bouncy orbs jiggling on my front. Luckily my costume is just as stretchy as me, or I might have had a wardrobe malfunction there…

Boing!

Ugh. I can see Twivesta giggling over there. Now, I’m no stranger to changing shape. I do it a lot, professionally and recreationally! I’ve never been a fan of someone doing it to me, though.

“Har har,” I grumble, focusing. “Very funny.” My powers are second nature to me, I don’t even really think about using them most of the time, they just happen. It’s like walking or breathing, y’know? But hey, sometimes you need to just… You just need to… Uh…

Boing!

They won’t shrink. Actually, they won’t change at all. I can shift the rest of my body as I please, but these gigantic boobs are stuck on my chest like someone stuffed balloons under my costume. What the hell?!

“What’s the matter?” The brat calls. “I thought you wanted boobies! Ahahahahaha~”

She is so annoying.

Alright. Fine. Whatever. I can put up with boobs. It’s not like I’ve never pumped them up this big before. Uh, I mean. Y’know. Just to see what it looked like! Nothing pervy or-

I don’t need to justify myself to you!

“Dolly loves to play!”

Yeah, exactly. Anyway, did Twivesta take her turn yet? What’d she write? I stretch my neck upwards – that still works fine - to look down at the board. There, just under the start of my word, is a single tile. An E.

She wrote BE.

Okay, pervy transformations aside, I’m absolutely winning this. It’s my turn again already, so let’s bring this home. Where are my next letters? Ah, they’re slamming in now. And I’ve got…

XBOOTYY

…

“What?” Twivesta can see my glare from all the way over there, apparently. “Quit stalling! Okay, that’s it, I’m putting in a timer now! Take your turn before it runs out or you lose the game!”

Gah! A glowing red 15 appears over my head, quickly ticking down to 14, then 13… Damnit, no time! She’s rushing me on purpose, but now the pressure is on I can’t think of any other words! Rrgh… Goddamnit!

The timer is at 5 by the time I snatch up my tiles, and it’s dropped all the way to 2 when the last one clicks into place. BOOTY, attached to the second B of my first word. Great. I think we all know where this is going.

She doesn’t leave me waiting. As soon as the last tile is down, I feel my pants starting to stretch around an increasingly hefty behind. Ugh, my outfit’s always been kind of hip-hugging – there’s not much choice when your entire deal is changing shape – but wow, I am feeling it today.

Boing! Wobble!

Oh that’s going to get so annoying. How am I supposed to shapeshift into anything when I’ve got curves like this?!

Annnnd I see that Twivesta has put a T down next to an O, for TO. That’s… That’s almost negative points. Seriously, what’s she playing at? Either she doesn’t get how this game works, or she’s not trying to win. Whatever. What letters did I get this ti-

EZBIMBO

… Oh nice try you little jackass.

“Hurry up!” She summons the timer over my head again, and it starts counting down. I’m ready this time, though. Not going to panic. Just need to concentrate. Don’t use the obvious.  Duh. Find something else, something… Aha!

With the seconds counting down, I throw out the tiles, slamming my word down just in time. I see her confused squint, then watch as the little menace flies up over the board to check out my choice from above. Finally, she zips over to me.

“Biome? What’s a Biome?”

“It’s a word.” I shrug. “It’s in the dictionary and everything. You can look it up if you want. It means, like, an area of a place or something.” Thank you survival games!

I see her scowling at me, her fingers pressed together ready to snap as she tries to think of a way to make this into some kind of humiliating transformation for me. But she can’t. She’s juuust not smart enough.

“Rgh! This game is dumb!” She finally throws up her arms, kicking her tiles away. “Let’s play something fun instead.”

I can’t help it. I smirk and fold my arms – struggling a little to get them around these stupidly big boobs. “What’s the matter? Upset your little trap didn’t work?”

“What little trap?” She gives me the most innocent look she’s capable of, which means of course she looks guilty as sin. “I’m just bored! You’re boring me. Maybe I should make this place more interesting…”

“Gah, no, knock that off!” I waved her down before she can snap her fingers and turn the table to lava or something. “Fine, you don’t want to play this anymore, let’s try something else. There’s plenty of other board games around.”

“Hmph.” It’s annoying how cute she looks when she pouts. Almost makes me not want to punt her. “As long as they’re not long and dull and boring like this one. No more word games!”

Fine by me. Word games clearly just give you ideas. “How about something a bit more…” Basic. “Active.” I thought back to the games I’d seen on display. “Oh, I know! How about Mouse-!”

“No!” The fairy zips up in front of me, waving her arms. “Mice are the worst! Nothing but big bullies. You guys just think they’re cute because you think they’re small, but they’re horrible! And they never share their cheese!”

Huh. Fairy does not like rodents. Filing that away for a later day. “But the game’s about catching them in a trap?”

“… Are there any mice in it?”

“Well, the player tokens…”

“Then no!” She huffs, folding her arms… And then she gets that worrying look on her face. “Although, the trap part sounds interesting…”

Uh oh.

“Maybe if I update it a little to get rid of the mice…”

I’m not going to like where this is going, am I?

“Nope!” She snaps her fingers.

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When I come too, I’m standing on another game board. This one is brighter than the last one, at least. Very colourful indeed. Lots of big plastic structures made out of basic colours, all built around a long curving track that I’m standing at the end of. And I’m not alone.

“Where am I?” Uh oh, that lady’s the Mayor. Laura… Something? I chat to her sometimes for PR but I don’t really pay much attention. Long dark hair, glasses, pretty nice suit.

“What the- Twivesta!” Oh hey, Lady MightFist! She’s a pretty cool hero! She’s got this really neat looking blue armour, with these crazy powerful gauntlets she can punch with. Blonde lady. Not bad looking. This isn’t the time to dwell on that, but I notice.

“This is most improper.” Annnd… This lady I don’t know? Uh. Prim. Proper. Brown hair done up in a bun. Business suit. Looks kind of librarian-y?

“Welcome, welcome!” There’s our fairy host, hovering overhead. She’s set off a bunch of sparkly fireworks behind her to look impressive, but I don’t think it works. “Welcome to my first ever game of Tiger Trap! Mimic Gimmick over there challenged me to a match - But it involves a ton of running and I can’t be bothered, so instead I summoned all of you to compete against her!”

Everyone immediately swings around to look at me. “Well it wasn’t my idea!” I protest. Not sure how convinced they are. But how was I supposed to know this’d happen? I shift and try to cover my ‘enhanced’ curves when I realise just where they’re staring.

“I see.” Lady MightFist sighs as she turns to look back at Twivesta. “Though I can’t say I’m familiar with this game you’re talking about.”

“Oh, it’s based on a different one,” the fairy waves the question off. “I read the rules, and it says you guys are supposed to run around the board, assembling a big trap, and then use it to catch everyone who isn’t you. But that didn’t make sense, so I changed it up.”

Yep. Of course she did.

“Changed it up how?” Asks the mayor.

“Weeelll, I couldn’t see the point of making you guys assemble the trap. Seemed really unfair, y’know? It’s like making you build your own soul prison! So I built that part already.” She gestures to the big plastic structure. Yep, if I look, I can see how all the parts are supposed to come together to drop a big cage at the end of the course. “And all that dice rolling stuff sounded boring, so instead you’re just gunna race!”

We look down at the track we’re standing on. It’s a bit narrow, but yeah, it looks like we can run down it. I didn’t think getting to the end first was the point of this game, though…

“Well if you don’t, you’ll get caught in the trap!” Twivesta explains without actually explaining anything. “Any questions?”

The Mayor raises her hand. Very polite, our Mayor. “Um, you said this was called Tiger Trap? If I might ask… Where are the tigers?”

Very dumb, our Mayor.

Snap!

I feel warm, all of a sudden. Warm and fuzzy.  Looking down, I see orange, fluffy slopes, stretching off much further into the distance than I’d like, crossed on occasion by dark black stripes. Yep. My costume is gone. And it seems to have been replaced by a coating of bright orange fur. Annnd I have a tail now too. How on brand.

“Eeek!” The Mayor and the Librarian, having also found themselves turned into humanoid tiger girls, but lacking my heroic nature and numbness to nudity, immediately shriek. Lady MightFist, like myself, just sighs and tries to cover herself up with her hands. She has an easier time than I do - I only manage by stretching.

“Get to the end and win! If you don’t, then you lose. Winners go on to the next game, losers have to wait until someone feels like playing this one again~”

My eyes narrow, as do my fellow hero’s. We know what Twivesta way too well to not detect the threat in her words. The two civilians, meanwhile, are just looking at each other confused. “I guess that doesn’t sound so bad…?”

“Yeah, I don’t really want to play either. Leave this to the heroes.”

The fairy scoffs. “Ugh. Fine. If you don’t wanna play then I guess you can have your penalty early.” She raises her fingers.

The Librarian blinks. “Wait, what pen-?”

Snap!

Both tiger women freeze, eyes rolling up in their heads. Their bodies tremble as their curves swell, their breasts and assess soon easily measuring up to mine. Wide, stupid smiles spread over their faces, their tails sticking up behind them. As one, the pair seem to stiffen, their skin turning hard and shiny. Then the Mayor starts turning red, from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, while the Librarian shifts to blue. In seconds they’re both solid plastic. Then, just before their new weight topples them over, both former women start shrinking, shooting down until they’re slightly bigger than the tip of my finger.

Only then, transformation complete, do the two plastic game pieces clatter to the ground.

I wince sympathetically. Hopefully when I beat this fairy, they’ll turn back like everyone else. But this is exactly why you don’t provoke… Why… Why you don’t…

…

… Why am I staring at these two bits of plastic? For some reason I feel like they were important or something, but… I don’t remember why? They’re just bits of Twivesta’s game, right?

I glance at Lady MightFist, who looks just as confused, but shrugs at me. Yeah, not important. We have bigger things to worry about. Both of us turn to the race at hand, and forget all about them.

“Mimic Gimmick,” the other hero mutters to me quietly. “I don’t know what kind of penalty this menace has in mind for us if we lose, but I must ask you to risk it.”

“Risk- you want me to throw? Lose on purpose?”

“Only one of us can win,” the tiger woman says – her fur’s more of a gold than mine, now that I look. “Whoever triumphs will have to defeat her multiple additional times. And you’re already at a disadvantage.”

She’s looking at my chest. I wish I could say she was wrong… But I can’t give up, either!

“I’m already at one win over her,” I explain quickly. “If I win here, then it’s just one more. Then everything’s back to normal!”

She considers me for a moment – and then considers my tits again. If you ask me, she’s staring at them a little too hard.

“Very well,” she sighs, moving over to the start line. “I suppose we shall just see who deserves the win more, then.”

Big words from someone who wanted to cheat. “Fine. Just don’t think that I-”

“Go!” Twivesta announces the start of the race suddenly, flipping a switch and starting the trap mechanism rumbling. Like a shot, Lady MightFist is charging away down the track, and I, the one caught off guard, am forced to chase after her, chest bouncing and fat ass forcing my legs into a waddly strut.

Okay she may have had a point about being at a disadvantage.

But I’m not giving up! The city is depending on me! And so is Dummy Dolly, probably, wherever she’s gotten off to. I guess the fairy didn’t think she’d be any good at racing or word games. Not wrong.

I, however, have some tricks up my sleeve. Like turning my legs into treads and zooming along like a busty tiger tank! Moving parts are always a little uncomfortable to shift into like this, but hey, needs must.

Catching up with Lady MightFist doesn’t take long, but then she starts speeding up when she notices me gaining. I’ll give her credit, she’s in great shape for a superhero, and even without her armour she’s giving me a challenge. And I have something else to worry about too.

Twivesta’s trap’s still going. And she’s definitely ‘improved’ on the base game’s design. Boots are flying, marbles are rolling, I think I just heard a cannon firing…

Whoosh!

Oh holy cannoli, that shot just barely missed me! Damnit, you stupid fairy, you’re not supposed to fire cannons at your players! Argh, screw it, top speed, just go!

Wham!

…  So there was a reason I wasn’t going at top speed. Very, very difficult to control, top speed. I use my legs to get around most of the time, like any other person. You wouldn’t think switching in tank treads would make that much of a difference, but it does.

“Oof! What are you doing?!”

Which is why I just collided with Lady MightFist and sent us both tumbling down the track! Ow ow ow ow – Hey, quit hitting me, lady, I made us go faster! So, fast, in fact, that we’re about to hit the end of the track!

Crash!

Uuugh… Okay, naked, furry pileup with a fellow superheroine is not how I intended for today to go. It’s not anywhere near as much fun as it might sound, either. Ghn, she’s jammed her elbow right in my face!

“Get. Off. Me!”

“Hey, I’m trying! Quit squirming!” She’s literally wrapping me around her, damnit. Look, I’m not normally this stretchy, but a little exercise always limbers me up and if she’d just hold still I’d pull myself free instead of- Ack! See, now she’s gotten me twisted right around her arms, this is ridiculous. “Knock it off, I-!”

… What’s that sound? That clattery, rattling sound, coming from right above me…?

The trap!

Oh shit shit shit – I mean, shoot shoot sh- this isn’t the time to be worrying about my cursing! The cage at the end of the game is dropping down right now, we have to get out! Hold on, MightFist, you might be kind of a jerk, but I’m not going to-Ow! Quit hitting-Damnit!

I was too late. I tried to pull her free with me, I really did – but she kept struggling out of my grip, and by the time I got clear, the cage was already nearly on the ground. I only just had room to squeeze myself out under the bars – hell, these stupid inflated curves nearly got me caught too.

So I can only watch as my fellow heroine finally gets to her feet and realises what’s happened. She glares at me through the bars, snarling. “You-!”

But then the cage itself glows with bright red light, and she goes stiff, a silly, brainless smile slapping itself on her lips as she straightens up. I feel the weirdest sense of déjà vu as I watch the blonde turn into a busty piece of yellow plastic – a playing piece for a board game that her owner doesn’t know how to play…

… And then I shake my head, looking around. Where’s Twivesta? What was the point of her making me run that entire course by myself? Isn’t she supposed to be competing against me?

“That’s two games down!” I call. “Do you have something in mind for game three, or have you had enough of losing yet?”

“Hmph.” The fairy flits down, hovering in front of me. “I guess you’ve gotten kind of lucky. But there’s no way you can go three for three. Tell you what…” She zips close, tiny hands clasped behind her back. “If you like, I can teleport you out of here. Then you don’t need to risk your record~”

I grin. If she’s offering me an escape, then I know she’s getting nervous. “No way. Let’s do this. One more game, this one with everything on the line.”

“Tch. Fine.” She pouts, folding her arms. “But this time I get to pick!”

Oh no you don’t. “As long as it’s a game I recognise,” I say, firing back quickly. I absolutely cannot let this little brat have free reign over our last game.

And I can tell by the way she’s glaring that I caught her trick. “Rgh. Okay, alright, fine, I’ll pick one of the ones on the table. Even if they’re all boring.”

Phew. Okay. I know all of those games. I can win them. I just need to focus. And… Oh, right. Nearly forgot.

“Also, uh… Are you going to undo this…?” I gesture down at myself. Starting to feel more than a little self-conscious with this naked kitty kat thing she’s stuck me with.

“Nope!” She grins. “You look way better like that. Consider it your penalty for cheating.” The little fairy sticks her tongue out.

“But I didn’t-!”

Snap!

-

She’s just the worst. She’s just the worst! You get me, right? Calling me a cheater. As If I even could! She’s been the one rigging these games since the start. Hmph. Where am I now?

Oh. Oh no.

Row upon row of faces loom over me, staring down from giant monoliths that tower overhead. Gigantic pictures of people of all different shapes, colours, and sizes. Each one individual, but sharing some traits, all with names written underneath.

What game are we playing now? Well take a wild guess.

“So hey, if you don’t know, the point of this one is to figure out who the other side is!” Twivesta yells across to me. I can see, in the distance, that she has her own set of faces to sort between. “Seems super dumb to me, but y’know that’s just how you mortals do everything…”

She will never ever be not a brat. But whatever. On with the games. I can handle a little guessing game.

I squint up at the faces, trying to decide which one I’ll use for the game. I want something she’ll struggle with, obviously. Someone that isn’t blatantly obvious. So I pick Gerrard, a tall looking gentleman with a moustache and a raised eyebrow. His traits are all fairly common – Twivesta’ll never find him in time.

“Alright, I’ve picked mine,” I call. “You ready?”

“Of course.” She shakes her head. “I don’t get what took you so long.”

Ignore her, Mimic. Just get through this last challenge, and everything goes back to normal. “Then I’ll ask the first question!” Another glance at the faces. Okay, assuming she and I are dealing with the same board, then maybe… “Are you a man or a woman?”

“A woman!” She calls back. “Duh! Can’t you tell?”

Honestly, lady, you don’t want to ask that kind of question. But since answering it would just upset her and cause more problems, I just flip down all of the male faces. That’s slightly more than half of them… Alright, excellent! I’m already ahead. I can probably nail her in three or four guesses, tops!”

“My turn!” She calls. “Are you Mimic Gimmick?”

My furred brow furrows. “What? What kind of question is that?!”

“It’s my question.” She shrugs (I assume, hard to see her over there). “You’re supposed to answer it. That’s how the game works.”

That’s not- Ugh, fine, you know what? She can waste her turn if she wants. “Sure, yes, I am. Congrats. Now are you wearing-?”

There’s a bright flash of light, and suddenly everything disappears. The faces, the monolith, even the table underneath us. I’m just floating in a black void.

“Hey! What the hell?!?”

There’s a twinkle of blue light, and then Twivesta is flying around me like a hummingbird overdosed on caffeine. “I win~! I win~!”

“What? No!” No way. I reach out to swat at her and end up grabbing her instead. Worryingly, she doesn’t even look mad as I pull her up to my face. “That’s not how it works, you idiot.”

She just cackles in my face, grinning ear to ear. “So you’re not Mimic Gimmick then?”

“No, not in the-”

You get that feeling like you just said exactly the wrong thing at the exact wrong time? Just this cold flash shooting through you? Yeah, I think I might have fucked up.

Twivesta’s eyes glow, and she somehow looks even more delighted. “Then you cheated! And you’re disqualified~!” She singsongs every syllable. “So I win! And you lose.”

No no no, I can’t let this happen. “No, you don’t understand-”

The glow in her eyes grows brighter, blue light shining straight in my face, and I find myself falling silent mid-sentence. “I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand,” the fairy says, her voice calm, every word dancing with gleeful malevolence. “You don’t seem to understand who you are! But don’t worry. I can help.”

No! No, stop her, I can’t let her…!

“I’ll just decide who you are instead!”

The-The light… It’s so bright…

Twivesta firmly pulls herself free of my hand, sliding out of my grip to sit on my knuckles, staring me straight in the eyes. And I can’t…  I… I can’t… Look away… from the light…

“Mmm,” her voice echoes in my ears. Overwhelming. Can’t block it out. “I think Purry Pussy is a much better name for you~”

P-Purry…? I- Ooohhh…

My head spins. My eyes cross. I can feel something changing in the back of my mind, this peculiar kind of static that fuzzes and splutters whenever I try to think too close to it. But I can’t figure out what’s happening back there. It’s just this light little tickle, and then it’s done.

Twivesta is laughing at my stupid expression. I try to pull myself together. No one makes a joke out of Purry Pussy, damnit! No one!

But the fairy just keeps giggling. “You’re just a big tiddy kitty, aren’t you?”

B-big… tiddy… kitty…?

Just as soon as I felt like I was recovering, that static is back. Only this time it’s crackling through my whole body. My outline wobbles and waves, the edges hissing as they move in and out of definition. I feel myself growing and shrinking at the same time, my tits gently inflating on the buzz. There’s another tickling prickle over my face as whiskers start to grow out, my ears sharpening into points, my hands shrinking into paws…

Then everything snaps back into place. Have I changed? No. No, I don’t think so. Same cat-like features. Same big boobs. Purry Pussy is the same big tiddy kitty as ever. B-but if I can’t break free soon, I don’t know how long I can stay me! I have to- I have to-

Oh… There’s that glow…

Twivesta’s right in my face now, her eyes shining into mine. “You’re so stuffed with fluff~ So soft and plush~”

Oooooh!

Static! Everything. S-static. I can’t- I ca- I-!

She leans in closer, eyes brighter than ever. “Especially that lil’ empty brain of yours!”

Ah!

Warmth floods through me as my body begins to puff up. My limbs straighten, arms falling to my sides and my legs straightening as their insides turn into spun cotton, the joints and muscles unwinding into fluff. My skin tingles as it turns from furred flesh to soft felt, my tits and ass firming into soft half-spheres, my holes becoming snug pockets. It all feels so good.

But it’s nothing compared to the pleasure flooding my head as my thoughts just un s p o o l…

My mind dissolves into fluffy fluttering nothingness as everything I am becomes nothing more than soft stuffing. My name turns into thread, my memories into warm, squeezable comfort. No thought. No mind. Just fluff~

And the fairy giggles again, bopping me on the nose. “Just another dolly for your owner to play with!”

Yes. Just another dolly for owner~

My lips quirk into a brainless smile just before they turn into stitches. My crossed eyes glaze completely just before they turn into sewed on buttons. My tail flops, filled with the loosest stuffing, my whiskers gleam, nothing but cheap nylon. What’s left of my brown hair turns into ragged cloth.

…

And then there’s just a simple Purry Pussy doll, made of cloth and stuffing, sitting on the toy shop shelf. Sitting right next to the blue plastic body of Dummy Dolly, both of them smiling just as brainlessly

Neither doll thinks. Their heads are empty of everything but cotton fluff and air. But there’s three words that sing through them, that echo through their little toy souls, that define their everything.

Play with me!

A pair of gigantic hands reach down, scooping the two dolls up, one in each palm. A face that would be familiar, if either doll had the concept of ‘familiar’ left, looks down at them – but all they can know is ‘Owner’, and so that’s what this woman is. Their owner, who they love and obey in all things.

Lady Twivesta giggles, giving both dolls a squeeze. “So, what do you have to say for yourselves, hm?”

“Dolly loves to play!”

“Play with Purry’s Pussy!”

The human-sized fairy’s grin would give any hero the chills – but there’s no heroes here. Just a fairy, and her dolls. “Perfect! Awh, we’re gunna have a ton of fun playing together, don’t you worry!” She winks, before flitting into the air, and flying off through the toy shop, looking for more fun to have.

But she can’t resist one last parting shot as she gives her newest doll another squeeze. “Heh. Who’s the shrimp now, huh?”

“Purry Pussy loves her Owner!”

“That’s right~”