Memory is the Key (Black Swan TG)

Ben couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her in the crowd.

He had just finished work, having just gone through a tough week on top of that. Because of that, the normally introverted guy had finally given into his co-workers’ frequent requests to get a drink with them all.

Typically, he'd lost track of his friend Adrian in the crowd; he'd probably rushed ahead or something. But as he looked around for his friend, he saw her. Her face was concealed under a veil, long lavender hair trailing behind her as she... flowed through the crowd.

Stepping seemed to be beneath her, and there was no other word to describe how she moved, like she was following the currents of reality. She dressed in blacks and purples, with seemingly no concern for how she was seen. Her outfit perfectly showed off a deep, entrancing valley of cleavage, black tights hugging the thickest thighs he had laid eyes on.

Nobody else seemed to react to her presence; sometimes she simply stared at the person walking past her. Other times she raised a hand and pulled out a faint piece of purple smoke from their heads before placing it in a bubble and moving on.

He was frozen to the spot, waiting for his turn as the dream-like woman appeared before him, violet pearls peering from under her veil and into his own. He could get lost in those eyes, eyes that seemed to instantly understand him, eyes that peered into his past and saw everything he was.

"W-who... who are you?" he managed to whisper, the woman's eyes widening in mild surprise.

"You can see me?" she asked, her voice melodic, unforgettable, every syllable permanently entrenching itself into his memory.

Ben nodded, and there was a gleam of a smile under that teasing veil.

"Then you're compatible. How fortunate~."

He didn't know what the woman meant, but his face felt like it was set ablaze. It was certainly bright red from how flustered he was, but even the act of blushing for this woman felt strangely pleasant, like a calming massage working away aches he didn't even know existed.

Ben couldn't help but spare another look at her huge boobs, gobsmacked that he was somehow the only one giving the eccentrically dressed and attractive woman any kind of attention. She looked him over once more, her gaze making his clothes feel tighter and softer, as if her look alone was blessing him with a feeling of relaxation and pleasure.

"I suppose you'll do. I've made do with worse," she remarked as she raised her hand, the backs of arcana cards peering back at him. "How about you pick a card, dear~?"

For a moment he was taken aback, although that feeling faded fast. She'd been holding those cards the entire time, so he really wasn't sure what was so surprising. 

"Are you some kind of street performer?" he asked with a blush, taking a random card without question. He shuddered; the cold night was noticeable all of a sudden, the breeze oddly sensitive as it brushed against the smooth, flawless flesh of his chest.

"Something like that~," the woman answered knowingly, her words making his head feel fuzzy and nice. "I'll be seeing you~."

"W-Wait!" Ben gasped desperately, the idea of being without this woman something his mind was incredibly opposed to. "But- but- who are you?"

To that the woman chuckled and turned around, her veil peeled back to reveal her gorgeous features. Plump lips, defined cheekbones, all perfectly complementing her knowing eyes.

But that wasn't why Ben froze, his heart pounding faster than ever as a simple question bubbled to the surface of his brain.

"Why does she have my face?"

It was the same face he remembered seeing in the mirror all his life. The same one that always seemed so oddly womanly compared to the rest of him, and there it was, attached to a mysterious stranger. His plump lips had fallen open in shock, his alluring eyes filled with confusion as the stranger vanished into the crowd as effortlessly as she appeared.

He gasped for breath, his arm instinctively outstretched as he slowly came back to reality, the dream-like aura the woman generated fading as he groaned and shook his head.

"What the fuck was that? Was I sleepwalking or something? I have been overworking the last few days..." Ben thought aloud, looking around for Adrian once more, a search that was thankfully short lived.

"Ben? Oh there you are man, I thought I heard your voice!" his friend called as he rushed through the crowd. "Sorry, I just thought I saw... the fuck are you wearing?"

Ben blinked, looking down at his usual casual clothing; the disconnected purple sleeves, exposed, smooth chest and black and purple bodysuit meeting his eyes. It was the same outfit the woman was wearing, and he truthfully had no idea how he hadn't made the connection before. 

He even checked if still had his veil on, confirming that as far as he knew, he was wearing his usual clothes, the same set he could remember putting on before meeting with Adrian earlier.

"The same thing I normally wear?" he answered in confusion, putting a hand on his hip and raising an eyebrow. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Hey I'm pretty sure I would remember you wearing that! And... um..." Adrian blinked, losing his train of thought. "Did you... put makeup on or something? Your face seems..."

"Exactly the same as normal! God, are we going to go to this meetup or not?" Ben rolled his eyes, secretly pleased that someone had noticed the extra effort he had put in.

"Oh yeah, right! Just follow me!" His co-worker led the way as Ben coughed a little, wondering if the outfit was a tad too tight for walking around in. He remembered mostly wearing it when lounging around the house and work before, but tonight he had been feeling a little daring... 

"Are you feeling ok?" Adrian asked, Ben sighing in relief as the feeling at last subsided.

"Just fine, thank you." He answered politely in his alluring, womanly tone, his mind barely giving a second thought to the expected sound. "I must have had something in my throat… let’s keep going."

Despite the simplicity of his answers, he spoke as if every word he said was the answer to some deep mystery, his feminine, melodic voice certain to transfix the attention of anyone he wished it to.

He should know, he had been at its mercy just a minute ago. A pity he couldn't remember that.

It was then Ben noticed the card in his hand. The same one the woman he could have sworn was a figment of his sleep-starved imagination had given to him moments before she left. He held it up and was met with a printed illusion of a black bird, its wings spread.

A Black Swan.

The name stirred something in the depths of his psyche, like a seed had just been planted into his subconscious, and for a moment he found himself concerned, the faint feeling of uncertainty at least convincing him something was off as his mouth opened to call his fr-

But then, he forgot, and Ben closed his mouth, smiling as he kept walking.

Every step was marked by the gentle click of his heels, the soft sound almost distracting him from how horribly crushing they felt on his feet. It made him wince. How did someone grow out of shoes after entering adulthood? He knew for a fact he had bought them to his exact measurements and everything!

Such complaints gradually moved to the back of his mind as he indulged himself in his remembrance, and the ache gradually went away. His feet crunched and cracked, shrinking and shrinking until they gained the measurements he knew to be fact.

His dainty toes curled happily as his graceful steps grew far more even, Ben giving a small smile as he turned towards his co-worker. "How long until we arrive, Adrian dear? I'm getting ever so tired trailing behind you~."

The man flushed, doing his best to disguise how entranced he could get by his colleague's unusual voice, something only made worse by how often he slipped into a seductive, flirtatious tone. He remembered Ben saying it was just how he talked and to not think much of it, but fuck it was hard to not wish he was as much of a woman as his voice and face sometimes...

"Oh we should almost be there! I think we'll arrive before the rest of the group though. Is that alright?" He blushed, hoping his friend wouldn't notice as he simply chuckled and smiled.

"Excellent. My legs do need the rest already... I think I've seen this place before while working. Follow me~." He smiled confidently, the normally meek introvert suddenly taking the lead, his soft, feminine hand stroking Adrian's face on the way. "Try and keep up darling~."

Ben would have never have dreamed of acting like this before, but now it was so second nature he hadn't even noticed that he was behaving out of character at all. He supposed he had been meek in the past, a bit of a bookworm in school, but as he matured and grew into the alluring beauty he possessed today, the more his confidence soared along with it.

Of course, his friends all knew it too; he took great pleasure in making them question their sexuality with his strangely womanly traits, having made something he was once confused by into his greatest strength. Adrian gulped as his friend suddenly led the way, the physical action reflecting the steadily shifting dominance of the conversation.

As he did so, his eyes naturally went downwards, and his throat ran dry. He’d had a drink before setting out that night in preparation for the bar, a fact that was his only explanation for how he could see Ben's hips widening.

They made a steady rhythm of crunches and cracks as they gracefully expanded outwards, Ben only acknowledged it with some faint aroused gasps and moans of approval. Bigger and bigger they grew, until every movement his friend made swayed the massive things dramatically, as if taunting everyone with the fact they could never have a lower body this good.

His eyes were glued to the hips, watching them strain the bodysuit to its limit. Ben looked so wide-hipped that he doubted there was a chair they wouldn't spill out of the sides of. His staring hadn't gone unnoticed though, Ben feeling the gaze of his friend’s eyes, at first feeling flustered until he remembered it was far from the first time such an event had happened.

A melodic chuckle slipped free from his lips as he ran his hands up his forming curves, shivering as he gave a half-glance back and winked, sending his friend into a blushing mess. "I appreciate the attention dear, but surely a lady’s man like yourself should save the staring for some actual women, hmm?"

The embarrassment that washed over Adrian over being caught again was so strong that anything unusual about the situation faded from his mind, the man blushing profusely as he managed to tear his eyes away from the hypnotic sight. To his credit, Ben simply laughed as he brushed it off, appreciating the attention that he remembered had always been so drawn to his feminine curves; some of his female friends had even been jealous themselves...

The sight of the club at last broke him from such remembrances though, things such as his past confusion and unnatural arousal not even crossing his mind as they remained suppressed by his confident, seductive personality. He rolled back his shoulders, sighing as they cracked and collapsed, not even batting an eye as he turned around and beckoned his friend towards him, the concept of Adrian being the one leading them on proving to be as easily forgotten as Ben's old self.

With that they went inside, music blaring as Adrian stammered, trying to gain some control over the situation that he felt like he was supposed to have. "I'll order us some drinks! How about you wait over there?"

"Such a gentleman~." Ben smiled, leaving his blushing friend behind as he plopped down on the stool his friend had gestured too, admittedly a little annoyed it wasn't more comfy. 

That wasn't the only thing that was odd, considering they were supposed to be meeting other co-workers. Why had Adrian pointed out such a small table? 

"Oh, he knows what he's doing... maybe he just wants me all to himself for a bit, fufu~."

It was the first time he had been left with his thoughts since that strange encounter in the crowd, the man sighing as he stared down at the strange card he had been given. Try as he might, he still couldn't figure out what it meant. Had he gotten a vision? Dreaming perhaps?

There was something else that was unnerving him though. Everyone around him sounded so... loud. The crowd was overwhelmingly loud, even the ones sitting in silence. 

"Oh why does everyone have to remember so loudly!?" he hissed, clutching his pounding head as he ran over what he just said.

Was he crazy or... did that seem off? Something about that sentence wasn't normal, right? He hummed, for a moment swearing it was on the tip of his tongue.

But then there was a rush of bliss in his rear, and any hope of escape died.

He cooed happily, his eyelids drooping as he wriggled his ass into the stool. shuddering as he felt it BWOOMPH outwards, his stomach compressing while its fat was transferred to a more fitting location. His eyes dropped silently, his breath quickening as he moved a hand back, squeezing one of the thick cheeks as he at last realised what was off.

He remembered that his ass was supposed to be much bigger.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM~!!!!!!! A-Ah~! Oh~! Oh fuck me, y-yes~!" he cried as his body rectifed the mistake he had noticed, Ben rising in his seat from just how much fat was packing itself into his rear. 

It was straining the poor bodysuit to its limit, which couldn't be helped really, even clothes designed for him struggled not to rip from how caked up his plush, thicc ass was. He sighed in delight, the fat rear perfectly joining his wide hips as he found the club’s seating much more to his liking.

Even the constant sounds of peoples’ minds and memories all around him was becoming less overwhelming as he recalled locations he had been to that made it even harder to hear himself think. If he thought this was bad, he should try going back to Penacony!

Despite just thinking of somewhere that didn't even exist in the real world, Ben carried on waiting for his friend as if nothing had happened, lightly tapping a finger to the music with that same knowing smile on his face. It thankfully didn't take long for Adrian to get back to him, his friend blushing at the sight of him as he sat opposite at the small table.

"Sorry! Again I mean... is this still your favourite, Swan?"

"Swan?" he repeated back in slow confusion. Like the card he got? Why was he saying that like it was a name?

"Yeah, what else am I supposed to call you? You never told us your real name even when we worked together..." Adrian raised an eyebrow as if his friend was the crazy one, the other man looking conflicted for a moment before giving a small shudder and smiling as if he hadn't missed a step at all.

"What, am I not allowed to have any secrets, Adrian~?" He smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned forward seductively, giving his friend a free display at the gap between his chest and clothes.

"Well, I didn't say that!" He flushed. "I just thought it would be nice to know and stuff..." he trailed off, growing increasingly entranced by Swan; he knew he was a guy but...

"True, we have known each other long enough. But nobody gets to know, I'm afraid, so don't take it personally dear~. Now, how is the old workplace doing? I was sad to leave of course, but the new job was far too tempting to resist."

The fact he no longer worked at the same place as his friend felt strangely new for a moment, but he brushed off questioning something that had been in place for months now. The office just wasn't for him; someone with his talents always was looking for the right job that could truly put them to use.

"Right, how is that place by the way? The... garden whatsit?" Adrian blinked, his head foggy as he tried to think harder about what he was saying, the knowledge he had seeming purposefully vague as he continued. "It's to do with... memories? I think?"

"Why it's going wonderfully. I've quickly risen up the ranks. They say I'm the youngest to be given the rank of Memokeeper~." He smiled. "The memories I've seen lately have been truly wonderful~."

This new role was accepted effortlessly into Black Swan's shifting mind as she remembered all that was involved in her line of work. Analysing memories and recording them all in the Garden of Recollection, all for the glory of... their Aeon?

Adrian meanwhile still felt slightly off, shaking as he watched his friend having another sip of his drink with a furrowed brow, about to ask what the matter was until his eyes looked down. What he saw really left him lost for words.

Right before his eyes, Swan's chest was inflating outwards.

"Swan what the fuck-" he started, before being interrupted by Swan’s pleased moans as he shuddered in delight. It was a display he couldn't look away from, not helped by him having the perfect view of what had been an empty space between his chest and loose clothes.

But now he could watch the space being filled, Swan's moans growing full-on arousing as he shuddered before him, shimmying in bliss as he rubbed his thighs together, the b-cup breasts he was growing almost filling the outfit. He looked down at them, but he didn't look panicked or confused like his friend, though he certainly shared his arousal; instead he acted like nothing happened, smiling knowingly at Adrian.

"Lost for words? Does discussing my easy access to memories... unnerve you?" he asked, his small breasts wobbling as fat resumed their migration behind them.

Adrian's cock had never been harder as he observed his friend growing tits, constantly proven wrong when he assumed they would finally cease their growth. They went from bs to cs. Ds to DDs. And even once the hefty DD tits had bounced down onto the table hard enough to rock it, they still continued to expand with just as much determination.

All the while, he made the sweetest, most lovely moans Adrian had ever heard, still smiling as if he was just casually waiting for his answer. He looked up at his face, framed by long, purple-tipped hair, and then back at the huge E cups pressing into the table before him.

"Well, does that bother you~?" he whispered. "I don't need them to tell me what you're thinking right now~."

"Have you... been in my head?" he finally asked, Black Swan chuckling as he felt the familiar feeling of long, half-purple hair tickling her curved back, a sensation that was one of his favourites from memory.

"I was just having some fun~," she laughed, her massive tits bouncing with the movement as a mischievous gleam shone in her eye. "I'll undo it for you~."

With a wave of her hand, Adrian remembered, his face alight with a deep blush as he suddenly wished he could hide away for good. "I-I... you... made... you made me think you were a guy!?!"

"Yep, I truly had you convinced, didn't I~?" She smiled. "I'll be honest Adrian, I wasn't even doing that good of a job of it~."

What she did leave out was for a while she had even fooled herself. But now that she had remembered this much, that was a slip-up she was certainly never going to make again.

"I just... what kind of first date move is that?" Adrian asked in confusion, covering his face to hide how deep his blush was as he realised how casual he’d acted to an unbelievably hot woman he had been trying to go out with for weeks! 

Granted, despite treating Black Swan as a woman, Adrian was unaware of the rock-hard shaft between her legs under the table, and the fact that she was constantly pleasuring it with her thigh movements, forgetting every one of her squeals and orgasmic bucks moments after they happened.

"My kind. I'm truly sorry for the deception. I just enjoy a little bit of... toying with my partners," she expressed, grunting a little as her annoying cock almost came all over the floor. "I couldn't help but take a little peek in that head of yours~."

Adrian only blushed deeper at that, finding it was no question who was in control of the conversation now, the woman before him even continuing to show off her plentiful cleavage. "How about you say what you think of me, dear?"

"Um-" he looked away, shuddering, "but d-don't you already-?"

"I want to hear you say it~. Don't be shy~."

He didn't feel like he had a choice in the matter, shivering as he tripped over his own words. "Well I- you’re- you have a pretty voice and... face and-"

His eyes moved down to her tits once more, Black Swan giggling as she overheard his mental gushing about them as she crossed her legs sensually, crushing her cock between her annoyingly flat thighs.

"Go on~."

"You have huge boobs ok! A-and massive hips! Jesus Christ your ass is so huge and... those fucking thighs!"

"Yessssssssssssssssss~," she moaned with a smirk, the dual purpose of his gushing paying off as his words and memories fed into her forming body. "Come on dear~. Keep saying how much you- MMMMMMMMMM~!!!!!!!!!"

She clenched her thighs as they BWOOMPHED outwards, truckloads of fat rushing in all at once as she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming. Not that it mattered if she did; everyone would have forgotten if they ever heard anything that damaged her image.

His memories of watching her thick thighs squish and jiggle as they strained against her bodysuit were something that she desired to savour, especially as the pressure on her manhood grew. They complimented her wide hips flawlessly, finishing her hourglass figure with the allure of a memokeeper. She was torn from a dream, a fantasy, a woman who anyone would be attracted to or instinctively trust, the perfect memokeeper who could spirit away any memory with ease and grace.

"I-It's just... I kinda looked a lot, ok? You just... sway around and your outfit shows them off- fuck you’re just so fucking hot Swan! You're the hottest woman I've ever seen~!"

"A-and don't you FORGETTT ITTTTTTTT~!!!!! KYAAAAAAAAA~!!!!!" She couldn't help but scream out her smug remark, Adrian's words feeling as if they were physically screwing into her dick as she came over and over.

With each release, her remembrance became clearer, her identity solidifying in her pretty little head, everyone around her blind to her unfiltered pleasure. It was rather unbecoming of a memokeeper to ravage memories to the extreme she was, but she felt it was a special case as she fully became the one mind in her new body, in unison with her cock's implosion.

SLURKPOP~!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~. Much better~." She smiled, her eyes aflutter as Black Swan fully felt herself settle into her new body, entering this new world for the first time in a physical form that was unmistakably hers.

"What is? D-Did those compliments help or something?"

"More than you can ever know, my dear~." Swan leaned back, the knowing smile remaining on her face. "I was merely... rebuilding my self image~."

She took in a deep breath, already smelling all sorts of enriching, unique memories all around her, every one of them interesting in its own special way. When the Garden of Recollection had found a portal to another world and secured it, she was the natural choice to be sent through it for an investigation.

With e the small issue of losing her memoria form being harder to retain when going over and having to rely on a physical body slowing her down out of the way, it seemed her mission could go back on track. Mainly gathering an archive of memories before going back to her own world and adding them to the Garden's vast library of information. It was a goal she fully intended to fulfil of course, but the experience of claiming a host body still rang fresh in her mind.

It was something she had no choice but to do, but despite that it had been oddly... enjoyable, using her mastery over the mind in ways she had never considered before. Upon the joy she felt remembering her own transformation, watching the man slowly succumb to her influence, discarding his worthless destiny as his form was made better, there was only one conclusion she could reach.

She wanted to do it again. A lot.

And there just so happened to be a blushing man in front of her who may as well be sat in the palm of her hand.

"Swan? You ok? Should we get something to eat first? I can-"

She waved a hand, the popular music that had been playing switching to something more traditional as she got to her feet. "I want a dance~. Shall we?"

"I! Um- but I can't da-" Adrian went red again, his excuse of not being able to dance falling away as he blinked. No, he did have some lessons before, she'd be able to tell he was lying!

He hesitantly took her hand, the two of them moving to the dance floor as Adrian shuddered with nervousness, the room feeling much colder than before. Why on earth did he think it was a good idea to show off so much skin today? He'd gone way overboard trying to impress her!

But there was something else. A worry eating away at his insides, a thought that hadn't left his head since it appeared.

"Swan, wait! You really can alter memories right? Like... however you want?"

Swan's expression remained the same as she stared directly into the frightened purple eyes before her, her free hand twirling his memories around like a child's toy as the other gently ran through her partner's soft purple hair. "Why of course~. Anything in your mind is mine, Adrian~. I thought it didn't bother you?"

"It doesn't! It's just-! If you can do that- and you made me think you were a guy- d-did- did you make me think I was someone else?" he asked, the comment coming off calmer than he intended despite his panic, something he had always had issues with when he had such a sharp womanly voice.

Black Swan smiled.

"You tell me~."