Namika is having a tough week, but her friend Michiko has a plan for her to relax and get comfortable. A short safe for work girl to monster story.

Original request by  Artoochu2014
I'd like a TF of a Female Japanese schoolgirl to transform into my floofy creature
Based on the depiction of the creature here: https://www.deviantart.com/sincere-.....ic-6-769340660
Michiko belongs to  Artoochu2014

Inlined story if you don't feel like dealing with a PDF:

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Thank goodness the week is nearly over, thought Namika. She leaned forward on her desk, resting her round face on her palm, gently compressing her delicate features. In the front of the classroom, Tanaka-sensei finished up her notations on a diagram of a human hair.

“And here, we see the sebaceous gland, which produces oil that conditions the hair and skin,” Mrs. Tanaka noted, pointing to a little pocket next to the cross section of a hair follicle. She scribbled the name of the gland next to it, and turned back to the class, eyeing the crowd of bored girls.

Namika’s exhaustion got the better of her, and her brown eyes started to shut behind her purple eyeglasses. Her head slid downwards on her hand, sending her fingers into her short, feathered black hair.

“Namika! Are you paying attention?” Mrs. Tanaka scolded. Namika snorted, popping her head up at the sound of her name. As she looked up, she could see that the entire classroom was staring at her. Turning red as a tomato, Namika bit her lip and adjusted herself in her chair.

“Y.. Yes, Tanaka-sensei. Please continue,” she sheepishly said. Mrs. Tanaka frowned and shook her head, but then she turned to continue with her lecture.

Namika looked to her left and saw her classmate Michiko grinning at her. Michiko was new, having only arrived a few months ago, but the two had become fast friends in that brief time. Namika had always been an awkward, calamitous girl, but Michiko found a way to diffuse Namika’s discomfort with humor. When Namika tripped, Michiko joked about shoes, and went with Namika to buy a new pair. When Namika failed a test, Michiko made light of Namika’s handwriting, and helped her study for a make-up exam. Now, seeing Michiko’s clever blue eyes peering over at her, Namika’s spirits lifted, as she was reminded of how silly and irrelevant this little incident was.

As Mrs. Tanaka was continuing to go over the arrector pili muscle, the familiar Westminster chime of the school bell sounded, signifying the end of the day. Namika breathed a sigh of relief, and closed up her notebook. She moved her satchel from the floor to the surface of her desk, and inserted the notebook into the bag, closing it with a snap.

“Glad that’s over, right?” Michiko commented, leaning over towards Namika.

Namika smirked and nodded, standing up. Her yellow school jacket was wrinkled and had a few stains on it here and there, but her family wasn’t able to afford a new one for her. She sometimes wondered if Michiko felt sorry for her, but Michiko’s energy always felt much more like one of encouragement than pity. The two headed out of the classroom together, stopping in the hall outside of the door.

Michiko leaned back against the wall, and took off her blue hair scrunchie, letting her long brown hair loose. She rolled the scrunchie onto her wrist and looked casually at Namika, who appeared far less relaxed.

“So, what are you up to this weekend?” asked Michiko, crossing her wrists together over her stomach.

Namika cringed at the reminder. “My uncle and his family are coming over, and spending the day tomorrow. As if this week hasn’t been bad enough…”

Michiko grinned, a gesture that would have been confused for schadenfreude had Namika not been familiar with her ways. Instead, Namika knew that her friend has something up her sleeve. Or in this case, her pocket, as Michiko pulled out a tan ying-yang stone similar to one Namika saw Michiko wearing once.

“Here, this will help you relax,” Michiko stated, extending her arm to Namika, offering her the stone.

Namika eyed it suspiciously, wondering how it could possibly accomplish that. “Relax? What do I do with it?”

“It’s.. ah.. A new kind of bath bomb I bought. But I want you to have it- you could definitely use it,” Michiko explained.

Bath bomb? Namika had used a few of those before, but never one that looked like this. Namika noticed the awkward pause at the beginning of Michiko’s speech, but Michiko’s expression looked genuine: a slight smile on her small pink lips. Namika took the little round gift from Michiko’s hand and rolled it around, feeling how smooth it was.

“I’ve got to go, I’m afraid, but I think your weekend won’t be as bad if you try this,” Michiko said, tying back her hair with her scrunchie. The two started to turn from each other and walk away, when Namika suddenly heard Michiko from a few feet away.

“Oh! Make sure you don’t take a bath until your parents go to sleep. You wouldn’t want them to interrupt you, with how relaxed you’re going to be!” Michiko yelled. She waved at Namika and started to brusquely walk away again. Always a mystery, that Michiko, thought Namika. She continued to curiously examine the bath bomb as she walked home.



Late that night, Namika was reading a book about Yokai monsters in her bed, listening carefully between each chapter for any noise of her parents stirring. She was an only child, which was normally a lonely experience in situations like this. But this time it was convenient for her, since she’d only have to keep track of two people before she could go try the bath bomb.

After the eighth chapter, Namika hadn’t heard anything for some time, and she decided to take the plunge. She closed the book and placed it on her nightstand, gently to avoid making any noise. Creeping through the house as quietly as she could, Namika crossed the hallway into the bathroom and opened it, sliding the door behind her. Feeling around the wall, she found the light switch, and pressed it on.

In the artificial bathroom light, Namika gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in her floral patterned jinbei pajamas, adorned with red and cyan flowers on an auburn background. Her curious brown eyes looked back at her through her glasses. Without her makeup on, she felt a little self-conscious about her skin, and she carefully inspected herself for zits. Not finding any, she pulled out the yin-yang from her pocket. Not like any bath bomb I’ve ever seen, she thought, sniffing the round stone in her hand. It didn’t smell like anything either, and she assumed that maybe the scent came out when the thing was wet. She turned around to the tub and placed the bath bomb inside, underneath the faucet.

Namika watched the stream of hot water hit the yin-yang, but it did not dissolve like the bath bombs she’d used before. Instead, it started to glow, and the water around it gained a light blue tint. She wondered how it worked- was there something electric in there, or was this some sort of chemical phenomenon? Surely Michiko wouldn’t have given her something dangerous. The steam coming off the water was also an azure color, and it had an intoxicating floral scent, like cherry blossom, but less bitter. As the water filled, Namika undressed, loosely folding her clothing and laying it on top of the hamper.

Though the blue steam obscured it some, Namika could see that the tub was full, and she turned off the water. Completely nude, she stepped into the tub, feeling the intense warmth of the water envelop the soft skin of her foot. She stepped in with her other foot, and slowly lowered herself in, feeling the hot liquid wash over her entire body.

“Ooh,” Namika gasped, attempting to keep her volume down. As she lay down in the tub, she felt the stone underneath her, and pulled it up to examine. It was still glowing, but none of it had dissolved. Where had all the color in the tub come from? As she pondered this question, the water started to bubble, as if it was boiling. Namika was worried for a moment that she might be injured from scalding water, but she wasn’t feeling any pain; in fact, the bubbles were quite pleasant, like the ones in a jacuzzi. The liquid started to evaporate at a rapid rate, and she drew in a large breath of the floral steam, simultaneously calming her and making her light-headed.

The room completely filled up with the aqua colored steam as Namika felt the water continue to bubble around her. She leaned back against the tub, feeling the steam cover her entire body and enter her lungs. As the cloud obscured the vision in the bathroom, she felt more and more relaxed with each breath. Namika nearly fell asleep from how serene she felt as the minutes passed. She finally opened her eyes, and saw that the steam had nearly dissipated, leaving no water in the tub. The yin-yang still had not dissolved one bit, and it sat on her belly, glowing.

Michiko was right! Though it was very steamy, the bath bomb did help me relax. Namika groggily climbed out of the soaking tub, stretching her naked body. Her skin was surprisingly dry, and felt a little itchy. However, she bent over to put on her pajamas without paying the irritation much mind, as she was feeling ready to climb into bed soon. She stepped into her pants, pulled her shirt around her, and started to button it up while sitting on a bench next to the tub. The room was still warm from the humidity, but Namika felt excessively hot underneath her pajamas: an unusual heat all over the surface of her body. She stopped buttoning her shirt to wipe the sweat off her brow, leaving only a couple buttons done.

The warmth on Namika’s skin was supplemented by an unusual tingling, and she reached over to scratch her forearm with her hand. The texture of her arm felt unusual, and on further inspection, she could feel a soft, dense layer of hairs growing all over it. Taking a closer look, Namika saw that she was visibly growing hair all over the exposed parts of her body: her forearms, ankles, belly and chest. Still a bit woozy off the steam, she found herself surprised, but not anxious or frightened.

Following the hair pattern down, she noticed that the hair growing on her feet was especially dense, and she reached down to touch her ankles. The hair was soft and delicate: a darkly colored fur. As she felt the strands, she felt a sensation on her skin underneath, as though she was running her hand along her hair; the fur was definitely a part of her. Namika gasped as her delicate little feet started to blow up like balloons, inflating into paws just above her now chunky, clawed toes. The contrast was striking when she ran her thin, porcelain human hands along the bottom of her bestial paw-feet, and she felt rough pads growing underneath. As her feet swelled up, her legs followed suit, growing in size and furriness, until her pajama pants ripped from the pressure, falling to the ground under the bench in a shredded pile. She ran her fingers through the soft, hairy forest of her dark legs, flexing her weird toes as she gazed on with a look of curiosity.

What’s happening to me? Namika pondered these changes in her body with a calm amazement, still woozy from the blue steam. The fur continued to sprout and lengthen all over her body, an ochre color on her stomach and hips above her legs. The fur grew out in a lighter shade of reddish brown around her neck and shoulders, and that patch seemed to grow at a faster rate, thickening into a puffy ruff. She ran her fingers through it, under her pajama shirt, amazed at how thick but soft the fur was. Her upper body grew along with the hair, stretching the button holes on her pajama shirt until they snapped open, releasing a mass of fluffy, reddish fur.

It’s like I’m wearing a coat… but it’s part of me. As Namika ran her fingers through, they felt funny, and she pulled them out, finding that they’d lengthened and grown, ending in long, black claws. Impressed, she held her hand in front of her face, curling each of the long furry fingers, watching the dark talons dance with each motion. But before she could play with her fingers much longer, she felt a pressure in her tailbone, forcing her forward. She staggered up from the bench, finding that she could now stand on the toes of her giant animalistic feet.

The pressure in Namika’s behind got stronger, and she placed her hand at the source of the feeling, finding a growing protrusion on her tailbone: a tail? Looking behind her, she could see it growing quickly, sprouting fur as it lengthened. The bushy appendage developed a striped pattern, the same reddish color as the fur on her chest, with black stripes that were the same color as her arms and legs. Running her enlarged hand up and down the tail, she could tell the thing was clearly part of her, and as she concentrated on it, she could make it wag a little. The raccoon-like tail waved back and forth at her command, like a giant pom-pom. It continued to grow and lengthen, snaking a little on the floor underneath the bench

That’s… really weird. But kind of cute, Namika thought. Turning her head back forward, she stood up completely, finding it quite easy to balance on her digitigrade toes. In a final spurt of growth, she felt herself stretch, and her shirt could no longer contain her arms; the delicate fabric ripped open, revealing more dark, bushy fur on her arms that gently wiggled from being released from its cloth prison. She noticed how much closer the ceiling was: the top of the mirror was now barely above her eye level, and she gasped when she saw her reflection. Her little head rested on a thick mane of fur around her neck and shoulders, a reddish tan color. Underneath that, the rest of her body was covered with slightly less fluffy hair- ochre on her torso, black on her limbs and a dark patch in the center of her chest.

Wh… what am I? Namika pulled herself out of the tub, feeling her tail drag behind her. As she instinctively raised it, it curved upwards, bobbing up and down. She stepped forwards on her paws, and nearly tripped as she felt the new distribution of weight on her body. Thankfully, she caught herself on the sink, gripping it with her huge hands. She looked at her face in the mirror, covered in sweat, her short black hair matte with the wetness of the steam. Her cheeks were flush from the heat and exertion, and she panted, gasping for breath. The contrast between her soft teenage face and her monstrously fluffy body was striking. Calming down, she ran her claws down the side of her face, digging her fingers into the giant tuft around her neck as they moved downwards. The claws were just as hard as they looked, and felt just like thick nails: sensationless other than the pull at her fingertips.

With the shock wearing off, Namika was finally able to coherently identify her appearance.

A… Tanuki? She was reminded of a picture her book from earlier, one of a creature with a striped tail like hers, and a similar fur pattern. But before she could consider this thought further, she felt a warmth and pressure building in her head. In the mirror, she saw the tip of her nose darken and her ears grow as the heat intensified..

My face! Namika moaned as a layer of fur sprouted on her cheeks. Her mouth felt pinched as it stretched forwards into a muzzle with a black nose at its tip. Her ears expanded outwards and upwards, turning pink inside and growing fur outside. The changes finished quickly, leaving her with a reddish, racoon-like head with dark fur under her eyes and puffy, fluffy cheeks. Her black hair remained, the only remnant of her humanity other than her brown eyes. With the warmth subsiding, Namika was able to wiggle the muscles around her mouth, feeling the fur and oblong shape of her snout.

It’s like a costume… but it’s really me… Namika turned her head left and right, opening and closing her mouth, as if she were testing a mask. Touching her face again in disbelief, it was clear that her features were very real, and very much a part of her. She turned to the side, looking at herself, her tail at her backside. The fur was so warm, and comfortable. It felt so nice, like being hugged in a blanket fresh from the laundry, but all the time. A tiny thought in the back of her head reminded her that she was now some sort of bizarre monster, but the comfort the form brought her evicted the notion from her mind.

“Ooh, you look amazing.”

Namika gasped at the voice, and turned to see another tanuki-like creature like her, but with a more brownish hue in its fur, standing in the doorway. The creature had Michiko’s long brown hair, and that voice…

“M.. Michiko?” Namika asked.

The creature nodded, grinning. “Shh! You’ll wake your parents.” Michiko turned, waving for Namika to come out the door. Namika looked back and her pile of clothes and her glasses; she suddenly realized she could see perfectly clearly without them. Well, I guess I won’t be needing those any more. She followed Michiko out of the doorway, and the two stealthily crept out of Namika’s house. Michiko chuckled as she strode out into the night, with Namika at her side, a little nervous, but excited for their next adventure.