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It's easy not believing in magic when magic does not exist. Some universes are like that--smaller, simpler, more basic, without gods or monsters, where all life is meant to create its own reason for being.
Of course the human didn't believe in magic. Magic had never shown cause to show up--until the strange feline creature rode home on their shoulder.
"This really shouldn't be possible," the human said, slamming the front door shut behind them. The cat, dressed in loose clothing that seemed to be made of the cosmos and with one eye hidden behind Their hair, was still on their shoulder. "Magic isn't real. I don't believe in it."
"Magic is not being real here," Titrit, the Multitude, corrected. "So it is not an oddity that you are not believing it." They leaped from the human's shoulder to their ear, dangling from the helix. "We are also asking you to believe what your eyes and ears are saying unto you."
The human paused near a mirror. They never liked this part, but they focused on Titrit, as it… she… as They had introduced Themselves. More than one. A Multitude. Dangling from their ear like it was a trapeze.
"Let's assume for a second that I'm not going nuts," the human said.
"Dangerous assumption," Titrit growled playfully in a rumbling, earthquake-like voice.
"You… uh, Y'all mentioned an offer," they continued. "So what's the plan?"
In an instant, Titrit was in the mirror, behind the human in their reflection, arms wrapping around their shoulders. The human couldn't see Them outside of the mirror, but they felt Their warm, fuzzy arms just the same.
"Is so simple," They said, whispering directly into the human's ear. "A fun game We are trying in this world. We make you the magic. Everyone will recognize you, but you will be different."
There was a momentary pause in which They made eye contact with the human from the other side of the mirror, and for just a second the human caught a glimpse of Their concealed red eye.
"Very safe," They continued, "safer even than being a person thing. We have been thinking of some manner of slime squirrel, in fact."
The pink rising at the human's cheeks was evident in an instant. "S… slime girl?" they whispered back.
Titrit cocked Their head to the side, smiling. "We said slime squirrel," They said–and then shrugged. "But if that is what you are wanting, you are the one who can do the decision."
The human nodded quickly. Something about the tone in Titrit's voice seemed to reach directly into their soul, scooping out not just their desires but their secret, desperate longings–everything they had denied for themself. They… she wanted this, and she wasn't even sure what "this" was.
"O-Okay…" she croaked. "How does this work?"
Titrit flung back Their hair. The red eye was fully visible now, glowing brighter and turning luminescent yellow. "Well, normally We are making these transformations with a simple, you know…"
The reflection in the mirror tapped her nose, and she felt it and shivered.
"...boop on the nose. That is usually more than enough."
The reflection dissolved. The human felt herself begin to quiver, felt… everything begin to change in waves.
"But We have been touching you for about ten of your minutes," the voice… the voices of Titrit erupted from inside her. Her skin was beginning to ripple and swell–and her shape was beginning to expand in pulsing bursts.
"So who knows?"
Her clothes were ripping. It wasn't just that she was growing bigger; it's that she was growing wider, her hips and thighs and chest erupting outward into a new, soft wall of light violet slime. When she reached out to try to hold it in, she saw that her hands had already changed as well.
"Could be something…"
She would have screamed as her head hit the ceiling with a wet plop, as the ceiling expanded upward to meet her… except that everything that was happening to her felt right.
"...INTERESTING."
She dropped down to all fours with a final wet slap, gasping and panting.
A second later, a plume of solid gelatinous slime burst from her back, and a soft cyan tail draped across her back, her shoulders, over her head.
"GEEZ!" she cried, and as she fell forward onto her stomach her body began to slide under and around her, to flatten against the ground. "No no no no no I don't wanna be a puddle I don't–"
She was solid again–at least as solid as she could be, like a towering twelve-foot-tall gelatin mold.
Twelve feet tall. She knew the measurement instantly, as if it had been her size her whole life. She found that she didn't even need to pull herself up to sit up; her body slithered upward and reconstituted itself until she was seated, staring down at her widened, fat-fingered hands with shock. When she held them up to the floor lamp, light seemed to vaguely pass through her.
Her apartment was not totaled. The ceiling was higher than it had been, probably thirteen feet in the air, and the room was wider in the center, just wide enough to hold a plump woman big enough to hold a car inside of her body.
Her body. She was, distinctly, feminine, with big hips and a chest. She moved her head and felt her new tall, oval ears wiggle on the sides, and the broad tail behind her waved with joy. It was somehow even bigger than her, and she was…
She was big. Titrit had made her very, very big. Even if she wasn't occupying all of the new, wider den, she was right in the center of it, between the couch and the TV. The focus. Nothing could ignore her.
And then she heard the scratching of a turning key.
"W-WAIT!" she shouted. She desperately grabbed anything she could–two couch cushions that clung to her palms–and tried to hide herself behind them. "DON'T OPEN THAT–"
But the door opened, and she heard gasping from the doorway.
Three voices–both of her roommates were home, and Peri had brought her partner Finn, probably. She could feel their footsteps vibrating when they stepped in, which they did do–none of them were running, none of them were turning tail. All three of them stopped and, presumably, stared.
She peeked out from behind one of the cushions. Peri was grabbing Finn's arm. Finn was squinting and shaking his head. Labelle was… smiling.
Grinning.
"H… Hi?" the room-filling slime squirrel squeaked. She noticed that, despite her size, her voice was just a little higher in pitch, more in the nose than the throat. "I-It's…"
"Weeeee know," Peri interrupted. Then she punched Finn in the arm. "How do we know?"
"Hey, I don't know, I didn't do this!" Finn cried, wincing as he rubbed his arm–Peri's boxing lessons had been paying off. "Holy shit, girl, ow."
"You are adorable," Labelle whispered.
Both Peri and Finn whipped around to stare at her. The slime squirrel felt a new sensation, too, the warmth in her body increasing, her color turning a little darker. It was a blush, and it was happening to all of her.
"Okay, yeah, but like… what happened?" Peri asked.
"Don't hit me I don't know!" Finn cried.
"Well somebody has to–"
"HOLD UP!"
Labelle was directly below the slime squirrel, within arm's length. Even sitting down, she dwarfed the five-foot-nothing Labelle, who reached her palm out curiously.
"Is it alright?" Labelle asked, calmly, gently.
The slime squirrel nodded. "Y-Yeah," she said. "You can touch. It's okay."
And she touched. Her hand sank just a bit, and the sensation that she was feeling from Labelle was different from any she'd ever felt. She slid into every groove in her hand, every whorl of her fingertips. They were both blushing now.
"We all know that's our roomie in there," Labelle finally said. "And nothing about how we all feel about you has changed." She turned back to Peri and Finn and glared. "Right?"
"Not a thing," Peri said with an awkward smile. Finn, sheepishly, nodded along.
"So you got a name you like, cutie?" Labelle asked.
The slime squirrel nodded. She did. She had known for a while.
"...Cecilia?" she squeaked. "I-I think it's cute and I've liked it for a while even before all this happened and–"
Peri took her hand. She had a lot of hand now, but Peri took it, without a moment of hesitation, and wrapped her fingers around it. She stroked her fingers gently, smiling up at her friend.
"Can I call you Ceecee?" she asked.
Cecilia's hue turned dark again. The blush was back.
"P… please call me Ceecee," she whispered.
Labelle and Peri both laughed, throwing their arms around their roommate. Finn, slowly creeping closer, joined in, all three of them easily embraced by the massive slimegirl's larger, wider arms. Ceecee was on the verge of tears. She had been so… so mundane earlier in the day, and one encounter had changed everything.
Then she lost her balance, rocking backward to her side and landing on the sofa–which, with a loud SPLISH, was pulled inside of her body.
The three friends, suddenly lying atop Ceecee, blinked. Ceecee leaned her head forward, looking down at her stomach, at the seven-foot-long sofa floating inside of her body like a piece of fruit in a gelatin mold.
"I'll… I'm sure I can get that out," she said.