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Trigger #117: "ChiChi the Tanuki Goddess".


Entity Class: Tired of the popularity the Kitsune Shrine has garnered in Sala City, ChiChi, goddess of Tanukis, Wealth, and Prosperity, has decided to set up her own rival shrine in town. Shes currently taking volunteers, and recruiting unpaid interns by transforming rude customers.

Transformation Type: TG, TF, Furrification, Shortstack.

Threat Level: Benevolent. Shes mischievous, but mostly harmless. She does have a habit of turning unruly customers into tanuki shrine maidens, but really, who doesnt in Sala City?

Subject: Tammy the Tanuki, F, 28, Tanuki, formerly Tommy Thompson, AMAB, 28, Human.


The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.



Everything was so much bigger than her, now.

Tammy swept the steps of the Tanuki Shrine, grumbling a string of swears to herself.

Everything was so much bigger, and therefore, just a bigger pain in the ass.

She grunted to herself and scratched her much rounder rump with her long thin claws.

Everything about her new body and situation in life was a massive pain in the ass.

Not that her new so called Goddess made things any easier for her. She could swear that ChiChi made her clean and stock the highest shelves every day just so she could watch her jump and jiggle.

And not that Tammy made things easier for herself. Shed always been a bit of an unpleasant person. Self centered, unfriendly, and above all else, heroically LAZY.

Tammy looked to make sure the coast was clear, then dropped her broom and sat her fat ass down on the temple steps. She had to shimmy a little so that her massive tanuki testicles weren't squished between her plump, furry thighs.

She couldn't help but think back to what had brought her down to this lowly state.

I mean, sure, she was unemployed before this.

And might have had a nasty gambling habit.

One that might have landed her just a few thousand dollars in debt to the kind of people you DON'T want to be indebted to.

But at least she had had a few extra inches to her (and a few less inches down there) when she was Tommy.

One of Tommy's drinking buddies had told him he'd struck it BIG after he bought a lucky charm from the Tanuki Shrine Gift Shop.

Tommy didn't think twice when he saw ChiChi, an honest to God Tanuki Goddess, happily making change behind the counter. He thought it was just a really clever costume.

He really should have thought twice about asking for a discount, though. Tommy had always been a bit of a cheapskate. He found a wooden luck charm with the slightest sliver of a crack on it and demanded a discount for "damaged goods."

ChiChi's lips pursed at the beginning of his tirade, but by the middle of it, a thought had occurred, and when he finished, her smile was toothy and malicious.

"I'm SOO sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Tell ya what. How about I give you our employee discount instead? It's half off?"

She reached out her tiny paw for a handshake.

Tommy huffed.

"I suppose that will almost make up for this awful customer service."

"Well, that's something you can work on, then."

"Wha-?"

Without warning, a forest of thick, brown hairs crawled up from Tommy's finger tips all the way up to his eyebrows and down to his toes.

The world warped around Tommy, the other customers towering over him, until he was shorter than even the Tanuki he'd once looked down on.

"Wh-What's happening to me?!" he coughed, his voice turning shrill and whiney.

"You asked for an employee discount! I can't give you a discount if you're not an employee, my silly little shrine maiden," she coo-ed, her tail swishing back and forth. Tommy desperately looked to the other patrons for help, but it was as if he was invisible. Or just... beneath them, like a bug screaming at a boot.

The changes were quick and merciless. Bones cracked. Ears rounded and grew to dishes. His hips popped outward, his teeth chattered as his jaw snapped into a snout and his canines sank further from his gums. His spine bent and curved in a sensuous shape. An unmistakably feminine shape.

Her features softened, fur rounding out the hard edges of her face and form. Fat pooled in all the right places. Her chest swelled to ridiculous proportions, tenting her ratty old tee shirt. Her now baggy jeans were suddenly pulled painfully taught and ripped by the unstoppable force of her now generous ass. Brushing against her waistband, an impossibly fluffy tail sprung to life and wriggled like a worm behind her.

And her cock. She'd feared it would shrink, shrivel, and wither away. Luckily for her, it remained. It even gained a few extra inches. However, her testicles, a trademark of the tanuki, swelled up to the size of grape fruits and squished against her bulging thigh muscles.

She was left panting on the floor as ChiChi rounded the counter and took her face in her hands.

"So, what's your name, bud?"

"T-Tommy... wha-what did you DO to me you psycho b-"

"BBBZZZT! Wrong! You don't look much like a Tommy anymore... How about... Tammy! Yeah, Tammy the Tanuki."

"What? My name isn't Tammy! It's Tammy! I mean it's Tammy! Tammy the Tanuki! AAAAUGHH!"

Tammy shrieked as her tongue twisted against her own birth name. When she turned and fled for the exit, her wider hips and swinging tail slamming and smashing countless artifacts in her escape. her body wobbling and bouncing in uncomfortably foreign ways, she slammed into an invisible barrier separating the shrine from the rest of the city.

ChiChi sauntered up behind the grumbling tanuki, who was nursing her busted nose.

"Silly little shrine maiden! You can't leave! You still have so much work to do~! Originally, I was only going to put you to work for a few hours, but then you wrecked my gift shop, so you're gonna be working here forrrr.... hmm, let's say a year.. Maybe two. Yeah, definitely three years max."

And that was just the start of Tammy's new hell.

ChiChi put her straight to work, prodding and teasing Tammy the entire time.

But the worst part of it all... was just how much Tammy was starting to like it.

I mean, sure, being a tiny tanuki girl was MORTIFYING. And she was learning first hand how BRUTAL "customer service" actually was.

But deep down, deeper than she'd ever dare to admit... she liked it.

Her body was... cumbersome in some ways... but so soft, so cuddly in others. Curling up in her tail to take naps between shifts was heavenly. The temple was so far from the hustle and bustle of the busy city (and far from the loan sharks out for her blood.) Life here was peaceful... and serene.

Plus, as much as ChiChi pushed her, she was also kinder than she let on. Checking in on her, making sure she was "adjusting" well, making sure she was fed and clothed and warmed despite being a servant in all but name...

...plus it didn't hurt that ChiChi was super hot...

The way she somehow carried Tammy's same shortstack body with elegance and grace. Singing sweet songs to herself, and dancing in sacred rituals.

Tammy felt something stiffen between her legs.

The way ChiChi degraded her when she found her lazing about was... painfully arousing.

Tammy had even started misbehaving more just to hear ChiChi call her a "bad girl."

Tammy lifted her skirt up, and untucked her second tail.

Tammy's pawed fingers clamped around her warm, steaming cock. She looked left, then right, and when the coast was clear, she squeezed the furry flesh of her member, and pumped up, and down.

"Bad girl..." Tammy cooed to herself, "Yes, my Goddess... c-call me a bad girl again..."

Faster and faster. Harder and harder, until her hand was a blur. Her breathes were hard, desperate, gaping.

More... more... MORE... until...

"WWHHAAAAAAAAHNNN!!!" Tammy howled into the sky as she finished, hot seed scattering on the temple steps.

Tammy flopped lazily to her side to catch her breath. Through heavy lidded eyes, she looked at the mess she'd made.

"JeeZUS... I really am a bad girl... heh, if ChiChi saw this, she'd probably give me an extra four years for jacking off on sacred ground or whatever..."

"Five years, actually."

Tammy shot upright, and turned to see ChiChi smirking down at her, hands on her hips.

Tammy stammered, trying to find the words, until ChiChi found them for her.

"Maybe I've been going about this all wrong... maybe my naughty little shrine maiden wants the carrot, not the stick..."

ChiChi raised her skirts ever so slightly. Tammy drooled.

Then, ChiChi snapped her fingers.

"That is, right after you CLEAN UP THIS MESS, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!!!"

Tammy sprang to her feet and gave a stiff salute. "R-RIGHT! YES, GODDESS! RIGHT AWAY, GODDESS!"

As she turned tail and scampered off to grab a mop, ChiChi giggled to herself.

"Sure... she might be a bit of a fixer-upper... but I don't might pounding out a few dents...~"





From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations