Lamemes

You tried your best not to fidget with the glass.

That hardly concealed your nervousness, of course. And how could you be calm? Lamy, LAMY invited you to meet her. Out of nowhere, honestly. You weren’t exactly her top superchatter or even able to catch every single stream live. By all accounts, you would have fully expected her to not even know who you are.

It made you happy that she did, of course. Yet it also added to your anxiety about disappointing. After all, what did you have to offer her? You were just a guy.

The waiter passed you by again and you ducked your head, unwilling to order anything beyond a glass of water. Not before Lamy showed up. The temptation to worry about that was great – yet, you actively put any such thoughts out of your head. She’d not given you any reason to doubt her, so you would not.

It was right then, as if the universe itself was out to reward your faith, that you spotted Lamy entering the establishment. She was perfect, of course. And coming right towards you, as if she recognized you, a thing you may have ordinarily questioned. But right here and now, you were far too spell-bound to do more than stare at her like an idiot.

Not that Lamy was offended by your obvious attention, if the soft little smile she flashed at you as a greeting was anything to go by. Truly, this woman was too good for this world.

“K-konlamy!” you stuttered out as Lamy was taking her seat across from you. There went your hopes of a smooth introduction.

Lamy, the blessed being, merely giggled instead of commenting on your fumble. Before she’d even said anything, Lamy had already proven why you loved her so much. If only there were more people like her.

“Good evening,” she returned your greeting with her customarily demure manner once she was comfortably seated.

There was a brief silence and… really, you should have thought of this. It would be imprecise to call Lamy shy, but she tended to take some time to get comfortable and show her assertive side. If only there was some kind of social lubricant that could be used to bridge the gap here. Perhaps even one that Lamy was known to enjoy.

“Your dinks, Miss Yukihana.” The waiter placed a bottle as well as cups on your table right as you came to the conclusion that this was what the two of you needed. It appeared the day was determined to remain a miracle from start to finish, given that you hadn’t even noticed Lamy order anything.

“Thank you very much,” Lamy acknowledged the employee before eagerly grabbing the sake. You had meant to pour it for her, but you would hardly start an argument about that. So, you let her fill your cup and then waited for her to fill her own. “This is one of my favorites,” she directed at you while she did so. “You’ll soon see why.” Lamy smiled happily and just like that, it was already your own favorite before you’d even tasted a drop.

The two of you cheered, drank and… well, you were hardly an expert. It tasted like good sake, sure. The big novelty was that rather than the slight alcoholic burn sake usually caused in your throat, this brand had almost the opposite sensation in its finish – it felt cold, like swallowing an ice after the drink. “It’s definitely thematic,” you joked and Lamy grinned, a glitter in her golden eyes.

“Right, it’s Lamy-sake.”

“The best kind of sake,” you added and felt your heart swell at the happy expression she rewarded you with based on even this clumsy flirting.

“I’m glad you think so,” said the woman you would do anything for. Anything, to see her smile like she did.

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As expected Lamy, truly an expert in the field, didn’t even look affected at all, while you were starting to notice your speech slur. And that after she certainly downed more than just half of the bottle you were sharing. At least you’d calmed down by now, almost used to the blindingly divine presence next to you. Almost.

“Tell me,” Lamy’s expression was soft, but her gaze was intently focused on you, “do you love Lamy?”

“Absolutely!” You shot out your answer instantly. Still, it felt inadequate. You could have said so much more, but you were just aware enough to remember not to come on too strongly. While you knew Lamy better than anybody, it was important to keep in mind that she wouldn’t know too much about you.

“Really? Do you mean it? Do you truly love Lamy?” Ah. You remembered this set-up. Silly of you to worry about it – Lamy wanted to hear it more clearly, in more detail.

Who were you to refuse a chance to tell her how you really feel? “Of course. I love you-“ no, you corrected yourself to adopt her own phrasing, “I love Lamy more than anything else in the world. More than all others in the world combined. Lamy is my life.” You couldn’t help but look away bashfully at the rapt attention she paid you as you told her this.

“That makes me very happy,” Lamy spoke gently, smiling but somehow managing to make it clear she was not making fun of you. How could one person be this amazing? You didn’t know, but you thanked the stars that she existed.

“In that case,” Lamy continued and you returned your own gaze to her, “there is one more drink I would have you try.”

Now, her smile grew into a wide grin, one that showed a hint of her elongated canines. A slight shiver ran down your spine, mostly due to the way her eyes had suddenly lost their gentleness and instead gained a certain edge. You couldn’t help but hesitate with your response, some kid of primal instinct warning you of danger.

“Do you not trust me?” The perceived danger was suddenly gone from her, in its place only a slight disappointment. You blanched, now for an entirely different reason. How could you, after you’d just professed your undying love to her?

“Of course I do. Please allow me.” If she told you to drink rat poison to prove yourself, you would, at this point.

“Good. Now then…” Lamy rummaged through her purse instead of calling for the waiter and pulled out a small, unlabeled bottle. “Lamy’s true, absolute favorite drink. Please enjoy.” She filled your cup with a clear liquid.

You took the drink and didn’t even dare smell it, instead electing to simply down the entire thing.

It tasted like sake but uncommonly strong, for rice wine. You had to suppress a cough. A strange aftertaste filled your mouth and a wave of warmth spread through your body.

“Now then,” Lamy clapped once and smiled in satisfaction.

“Beautiful,” you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out. Lamy giggled and the sound bounced around in your head.

“Stand up.” Her order similarly pierced your mind and you could not even consider not following her command. Unsteadily, you rose to your feet.

The world swam, as if a fuzzy cloud cushioned you against it. The only thing that made it through the strange barrier was Lamy. Lamy, and her orders. The two of you left the bar, this much you remember. After that, your memory became a congealed mass, the snow elf the only constant within it.

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You awoke to an all-encompassing feeling of cold. Groggily opening your eyes, you beheld a nondescript, white room. A breeze ran across your body and you shivered.

You tried to sit up, but couldn’t – instead, your momentum was reversed and you fell back against the metal surface you laid upon. Your wrists and feet were tied to it, hence your difficulties with extraditing yourself. As you examined the horror movie version of a dentist’s chair you were strapped to, you couldn’t help but notice how absolutely naked you were. Nothing, be it in pop culture or the realm of common sense, even remotely suggested that you were in a favorable, or even healthy, situation.

The sound of a door opening and closing could be heard behind you and Lamy walked into view.

“Good morning.” Her greeting was disturbingly normal. As if nothing weird was going on at all.

Panic welled up within you and, overwhelmed with the situation, questions started spilling out, your voice cracking. “What is happening? What are you doing with me? Wha-mph!“ Your diatribe was cut short by a ball of cloth Lamy simply shoved into your mouth in the middle of your speech.

“Ah, I knew I forgot something. Silly me.”

You could muster no more than ineffectual grunts in response and elected to thrash around, trying to escape your bonds. While you didn’t know what was going on, you were pretty sure you didn’t like it.

Lamy looked down on your futile resistance without care. “Oh, calm down,” she spoke as if she was bored. “Nothing will happen to you that you don’t want to. I just want to move past the questions and the whining and all those wastes of time.”

That did not sound like something Lamy would say and just by that minor fact, you panicked even more. Was this a Lamy imposter? Was Lamy actually a deranged serial killer? Were there chainsaws in your future? Important thoughts such as these occupied your mind.

“Calm. Down.” Lamy repeated and put a hand against your chest, as if she intended to hold you down. But her palm exerted no pressure, just a gentle touch against your ribcage. Her fingers were warm and you could feel your heart beat against your chest from the inside – you knew she’d notice its frantic pace as well.

Somehow, the motherly nature of her gesture actually did manage to give you pause. It was still Lamy, wasn’t it? You didn’t even know what that meant, anymore.

“Good. You should still be a little drunk and you woke up on your own, also good. We can start then, can’t we?” Lamy drew a circle on your chest with her dainty fingers. She also moved to lean over you as she asked this question, just enough for you to get a decent look down her prodigious cleavage. It certainly did a great job of distracting you from the fact that you had no idea what she was talking about.

It wasn’t your fault. Lamy was touching you, innocent as it may be. Her fantastic breasts were right in front of you. How could you not have a… physiological reaction to that?

“Ah.” Lamy froze briefly as she watched your exposed dick harden and rise. Of course, she’d notice it right away. You wanted to die on the spot (and you were still rather convinced that something along those lines was about to happen – you wouldn’t mind right now, if possible).

She removed her hand, no longer touching you. You understood. You still missed the connection. “That’s right,” Lamy all but whispered, “you’ll not get to use this one again. It would be rude not to give it a parting gift.”

Her tiny, cute hand touched you again – and not just any old part of you. At this point, you were officially over giving a single fuck about her strange comments. Lamy was touching and slowly stroking your rock-hard penis and there was nothing you could possibly want more. Trying to encourage Lamy to keep going, you muffled unintelligible sounds through the gag, hoping she would get the gist.

“There, there,” Lamy cooed, her fingers wrapping a bit more firmly around your shaft. Frankly, you wouldn’t mind more pressure (or speed), but it seemed that the delicate handling was a part of Lamy’s modus operandi.

The only lament you still mustered was about the fact that your hands were tied to the stupidly hard and flat surface of this chair when instead, in another world, they could sink into Lamy’s amazing pillows right about now. You just knew that their softness would be without peer and they kept taunting you by being so tantalizingly close.

Lamy, either unknowing or uncaring of your desires, was more occupied with her current task. With a look of intense concentration, she stared down at the movements she herself caused your member to make. Evidently coming to the conclusion that her current ministrations were insufficient, she turned to face your crotch fully and brought her second hand into play.

Sideboobs (or more accurately, boobs in profile) were also nice. And they were so close to your dick. There was nothing you wouldn’t give to be allowed to bury your cock between them.

Alas, it wasn’t happening. Instead, while one hand kept stroking your shaft, the other moved up to play with your head. Lamy’s thumb ran across your urethra, going slick with the droplets of precum you were already leaking. All the while, her fingers and palm enveloped your glans, teasingly adding pressure and friction against them.

After an involuntary moan informed the elven woman of your approval, she became a bit more experimental. The lower hand advanced from its rhythmic yet predictable stroking to also attend to your base, occasionally even roaming downwards to play with your balls. As if that was not already enough to make you curl up with need her thumb, now slick with your liquids, pressed against your tip with more strength than Lamy had used so far.

Your vision began swimming and you came close, so very close to exploding right then and there. As if sensing that, Lamy returned to a simple grip rather than her previous stroking and also removed her thumb once more. You whimpered as best as you could and Lamy giggled at that.

If you ever got the chance, you’d play her tits like a pair of bongos. She deserved it and so did you.

Having seen your lustful gaze and where it was directed at, Lamy tilted her head as if she was confused before shaking it and returning her gaze to your crotch. “Maa, be patient. You’ll have Lamy’s chest soon enough.” Her promise was made so off-handedly, but your mind grabbed onto it as if it was a life-boat. Fuck yeah, you’d get to touch elf tits! Tangentially, you’d live long enough to get to touch said elf tits, which was an advantage too, you supposed.

Lamy finally applied proper pressure to your shaft and gave you a couple of firm pumps. Sensitive as you were, this was enough to finally bring you blessed release. Trying not to get hit herself, Lamy pointed your dick away from her, your semen spilling either on the ground or on your thigh and stomach. You made a muffled noise of discontent, which she summarily ignored.

“Now, now…” she instead trailed off, dropped your softening cock and went to rummage around somewhere behind the chair, out of your vision. When she returned, Lamy finally pulled the gag from your mouth, allowing you to breathe properly for the first time in a good while.

But before you could truly recover, Lamy showed what she had been looking for – a small vial that appeared to have a blue light shine from within. She uncorked it and a notable aroma joined the deep breaths you were taking. If you had to take a guess, you’d say it most smelled like freshly fallen snow.

“Drink,” Lamy outright ordered and tipped the vial against your lips. The liquid trickled into your mouth, a warm feeling settling on your tongue as you were tasting it. Your throat yearned for its comforting touch and you didn’t even think about it before greedily swallowing it down.

Lamy smiled at your acquiescence and a fuzzy, warm feeling spread through your stomach and chest. Unlike the usual times such a sensation followed a drink, it neither ebbed nor stopped spreading until you could feel it down to your toes.

“What- what was that?” Your voice was hoarse from the previous misuse but at least you could talk again.

“Not to worry. It will happen soon.” As she stated this, Lamy held out a hand to touch… your ear. It tingled under her fingers and a strange, stretching sensation overcame it. At the same time, it somehow felt right, proper. As if you should feel it.

“Interesting,” Lamy muttered as she looked at the ear she was gently rubbing. She left it behind for now and trailed down the side of your jaw. In that, it less of a normal touch, rather, it was as if your face was reacting to her, as if your skin and bones were trying to fuse with her fingers at point. At other point, they instead bent away from her. Lamy’s thumb ran across your lips next and they became swollen after the touch. The entire side of your face burned hotly, now, and this too began spreading through your body from there.

Your head was enveloped first, before the heat ran down your neck. Your vision swam when it passed your eyes and your consciousness froze when you could feel it affect your brain. It was as if the contents of your head were being flipped over and you lost yourself to a bout of vertigo.

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Lamy awoke to a pulling sensation on her scalp. She squinted, too disoriented to fully open her eyes. A lock of her hair grew past her eyes, right in front of her.

“Lamy is so pretty,” Lamy-mama whispered reverently, playfully running her fingers through Lamy’s rapidly growing azure hair.

Lamy answered in agreement, but a man’s voice escaped her throat instead. How strange. But the voice was somehow familiar, half-expected. Where had she heard it before? Lamy rose in shock – or tried to, at the very least. Lamy-mama still had her tied to the chair so she couldn’t.

In an irrational panic, Lamy looked down at her body, which felt as if it was pulling itself together. Her- it- his stomach was churning.

Her body. His body. Hers, she determined. But also a men’s. Right. Lamy-mama helped make it hers. She was Lamy. She was Lamy now.

She had not always been Lamy.

Before, she’d been ____.

It didn’t matter, did it? Was she not Lamy? She felt like she was.

Returning to the present, she could see that, all over her body, her body hair was being sucked under the skin until it was smooth as could be, save for a small patch of blue re-appearing right over her rock-hard dick.

What?

It was still there, bulging and pointing towards the heavens. It felt barely real. An intense sexual need filled Lamy through her cock, but she was conflicted. It was not supposed to be there. Not anymore.

Nothing about her was right! Tears filled Lamy’s eyes, mostly from how overwhelmed she was.

In her time of need, Lamy-mama was there. “Shh, little Lamy,” she shushed her gently and came in to wrap her into a motherly hug. “Don’t try to force it too hard. Just relax and let it happen.”

Sound advice, that. Lamy relaxed into her mama’s embrace, getting to rest her face against the pair of soft pillows a proper Lamy was endowed with. Even now, she could not contain her lustful enjoyment of getting to touch them. Who could? The only issue was that now, envy grew in her heart. Envy, for she should have the same.

Lamy’s own chest became tight and she despondently left Lamy-mama’s touch.

“Don’t be like that,” she gently chided, but still allowed her to pull away. “Lamy almost had it,” her mama inexplicably added after a significant glance downwards.

Lamy followed her gaze and saw two swells of flesh, slowly growing from her chest. The tightness she had perceived was from her skin, which was stretching to allow for the newly forming mounds.

It was happening. Lamy’s heart leapt with joy. Joy and, as her tits grew, desire. She had always considered Lamy’s body to be unquestionably, irrevocably sexy. The sexiest, really. That had been Before. But it was clearly still as stimulating, now.

With a click, Lamy-mama finally released Lamy’s arms from her bonds. Instantly, she shot them up, up to meet the still-expanding breast-meat and confirm its reality. She moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain, as the fingers, large and somewhat rough, crashed into the pair of tits and pressed down with all their might. Considerable might, as they were still the old arms and hands. The ones that were no longer hers. None of that changed the fact that she really, really enjoyed touching herself.

“This Lamy has a thing for breasts, huh? Don’t overdo it, now. Lamy will have them for the rest of her life.” To accentuate her remark, Lamy-mama lightly swatted at Lamy’s wrist, reminding her where exactly to let up.

Lamy couldn’t. The pain was bearable, in comparison to the mounting pleasure. She was this close to erupting, she just knew it.

Also… she would rather touch there, than at the jutting spear still visible below her cleavage. It would bring her to climax more easily, she was sure. But if she could avoid it… It was no longer a part of her, not really. In fact, she rather wanted it to be gone, yet so far, it persevered.

The swelling and growing of her breasts was finished, she knew, as they were now sizable enough that even the old hands could not fully engulf them. But she wasn’t finished yet, and so she kept roughly mishandling the full mounds. It became harder, pretty soon. Not due to fatigue – Lamy felt like she could do this forever – more because she could feel herself losing strength.

Looking over at her arms, the reason became readily apparent. They were shrinking, thinning. Lamy was losing fat and muscle both, for them to turn into the delicate limbs she was supposed to have. Her arms were finally her arms.

Her hands too, were shrinking. Not that this stopped Lamy from making continuously good use of them. The complex mess of skin and bones that formed a hand and its fingers noticeably contracted, the bones pulling together and the skin tightening after it and softening up as well. Softening, until a girl’s hand touched a girl’s breast. Lamy’s heart soared when she saw that even her nails had changed, turned blue in color and forming the only part of the entire hand that grew longer instead.

Right away, she used them to dig into her ample flesh. Or to scrape against her nipple, fully formed and fully erect. Lamy had begun moaning quite a while ago, involuntarily but also unashamedly. Now, a second source of heavy breathing joined her in chorus and a glance to the side confirmed that Lamy-mama had snuck a hand underneath her skirt, helping herself as she watched Lamy become more and more Lamy by the second.

Understandable, Lamy thought as she considered her mama. Nothing was more aesthetically pleasing than Lamy. So of course, the more Lamy she was, the more attractive. It only made sense.

Seeing Lamy-mama so openly desire her, Lamy’s breath hitched. She was about to blow. From the thing that was still… old. With a frustrated scowl, she decided to get it over which. On the way down from her self-abused chest, she could feel her waist shrinking, the hip bone becoming more prominent. It wouldn’t be long, until the changes reached the lower parts. But at the same time, she could tell that she couldn’t wait. She needed release. And so, she would reluctantly elicit just that.

Before she could touch the… thing, Lamy-mama’s hand (her free hand, that was) came to rest atop Lamy’s own. “Lamy doesn’t have to,” she reassured, understanding shining in her eyes. “Let your mama help, as my mama helped me as well.” It seemed Lamy-mama knew her reluctance, having undergone the same, or at least a similar process.

While her senior left her own hands firmly where they were – one reassuring Lamy, the other ‘reassuring’ herself – she bent over the metal chair. Strands of mama’s silky hair tickled Lamy’s thighs as she lowered herself over her crotch and opened her mouth.

As if in a trance, Lamy stared at her mama, whom she increasingly resembled, as she took between her impossibly soft lips what was all but the last part of Lamy’s that was still widely and clearly different from herself.

Lamy-mama’s mouth was hot, divine. Even the occasional scratch of a canine only helped to enhance the unprecedented pleasure as she slowly, deliberately began moving. As she did when she’d used her hand, she found a steady rhythm to graze her lips up and down the engorged shaft but that was where the similarities ended. Lamy-mama’s utilization of her tongue ranged from stimulating to world-shattering as she began bringing it into play.

A small part of Lamy wished to hang on, to experience heaven on earth for longer. But that was mere delusion, she could not even if she truly wanted to. Having been close from the start, it was a miracle Lamy hadn’t violently ejaculated the second Lamy-mama’s lips touched the tip of the dick.

“Mama,” Lamy whined in need and even in this situation, was pleasantly surprised by Lamy’s voice being – well, her voice. She’d not spoken since the old voice, the male one, came out of her mouth but that clearly had shifted at some point. “Mama,” she repeated a bit louder, more sure of herself. “Mama!” Lamy screamed out, elated to sound as she should, but mostly to warn Lamy-mama that she was about to blow the load of a lifetime.

Lamy erupted with the force of Mount Vesuvius and the volume couldn’t rightly be too far behind that event either. Her mama did her best to catch it in her mouth, swallowing a couple of times, but it was not elf-ly possible. Lamy-mama extradited herself as soon as that became apparent, a couple of seedy spurts shooting out to cover her face before she’d managed to fully dodge away. The remaining ejaculation showed no sign of stopping, but only served to cover the wall, the ground and Lamy’s own legs.

“I’m going to have to clean all that,” Lamy-mama muttered in despair after having spit out the load she’d stored in her cheeks – having decided that, if she was to clean up, that amount clearly wasn’t going to make much of a difference.

Finally, Lamy’s penile adventures came to a close, leaving behind immense satisfaction as well as a notable feeling of emptiness. Clearly, she’d shot out all she had. Lamy looked down at herself, doing her best to ignore the white, squishy mess making it hard to tell whether her legs were done or not. But at this point, she wasn’t truly worried about that. Lamy knew she was almost done changing. And the only part still left was spent and would put up no further resistance.

Lamy reached down with both hands, one to cup the balls and one to grab the rapidly deflating dick.

It was time.

She pushed, forcing her private parts into her stomach. Without resistance or pain, they slid and shrunk. The testicles went deeper into her body where they were repurposed while the penis itself… parted. The urethra wandered down, to a newly forming hole while the rest of the head, shrinking and shrinking further settled atop her folds once it was nothing more than a small, cute little nub.

It was done, Lamy marveled. She had never felt so happy in her life.

Then, Lamy-mama – who had apparently left the room at some point – returned, loudly clanging mops and a bucket filled with water together as she went, further balancing three rolls of paper towels in her arms.

She dropped part of her haul on the floor and looked at Lamy, unimpressed. “Congratulations and welcome, Lamy. You are now Lamy and we’re all very happy for you,” she droned, sounding less than enthused. Lamy was positively offended. “Now help.”

Lamy-mama shoved a mop into Lamy’s hands and, really – fair enough.

“Next time, I’ll bring a bucket right away,” the lady doth protest and honestly, that sounded like a great idea.

I should do that as well.

As Lamy helped her mama-Lamy clean up the mess, she already began considering… did she know anybody who would make a good Lamy?

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