Curry Switch (Disgaea Double Tf/Tg Futa)

This is a 2am Story, that means the quality might not be as high as you are used to from me. Full info about 2am Stories here.

(Futa and Musclegrowth warning.)

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The polished floors of the pocket dimension base shimmered with magic sigils and idle prinnies wandering around in the background. Portals hummed quietly, a distant rumble from a training session echoed beyond the walls and right at the center of it all, chaos was brewing.

Standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping, and a face twisted in theatrical disapproval, Seraphina glared daggers at her fiery muscle-brained co-captain.

“Once again, you incomprehensible muscle ape,” she huffed, flipping her pink locks dramatically over her shoulder, “You calling me a ‘dull-headed monkey’ is not a compliment!”

She struck a pose worthy of a fashion magazine cover—one hip cocked out, chest proudly thrust forward, perfectly manicured finger pointed in judgment.

Across from her, Red Magnus stood with arms bulging and fists clenched at his hips, fire crackling along his shoulders like some kind of uncontained flexing aura.

“HAH?! It IS a compliment!” he boomed. “Monkeys are STRONG! And you were SCARY strong in that last fight! I was saying you were TOTALLY SUPER!!”

“I do not care if your little barbarian brain meant it kindly!” Seraphina barked. “Strength without elegance is just vulgar. And besides—dull-headed?! Honestly!”

She turned her back on him in a huff, giving a dismissive wave. Red Magnus stomped his foot, the ground shaking slightly.

“You’re always talkin’ about ‘elegance’ this and ‘poise’ that! You’re missing the point of SUPER POWER, Princess Pouty!”

“And you’re missing the point of literacy, you flaming triangle of a man!”

Their voices bounced off the walls, growing louder and more ridiculous by the second. A nearby prinny ducked for cover behind a potted mushroom.

That’s when Usalia poked her head into the room, ears twitching.

“Um... Could you two maybe... not yell so much, plip?”

No one heard her.

She stepped fully into the room, now holding a large silver serving tray balanced expertly on one hand. The unmistakable, pungent scent of curry wafted through the air, spicy, warm, and layered with something... odd. Something unfamiliar.

“I-I made curry to help with teamwork, plip,” she mumbled, eyes wide and hopeful. “It’s my... um... special Harmony Curry, plip! I think it’ll help you get along!”

Red Magnus sniffed the air. His stomach rumbled.

“Curry!? Now you’re talkin’ my language! Gimme that!”

He lunged.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, but after a dramatic sigh and a dismissive flick of her hair, she stepped forward.

“Well... if it’ll put an end to this boorish shouting, I suppose I could lower myself to accept.”

“This is a super kind gesture, Little Usa. You’ve got more sense than Princess Screechy over there.”

“Excuse me?!”

They each grabbed a bowl that was steaming hot and glistening with rainbow-tinted spices, and dug in.

Usalia blinked, ears perking straight up as she looked up excitedly. “Harmony curry… I hope it helps us see each other's perspectives better.”

The moment they swallowed their first bite, the lights flickered. The air trembled. Magical runes burst into existence around them like confetti from a cursed piñata.

Seraphina's eyes went wide. Red Magnus blinked.

A slow, ominous pulse echoed through the air. The floor beneath them rippled like water as raw magical energy surged upward.

They both froze.

“...Did it just get hotter in here?” Seraphina muttered, gripping her fork with concern.

“Nah, that’s just the SUPER SPICE kickin’ in!” Red Magnus said, flashing his usual grin, though it twitched slightly, like something was definitely off.

“Huh?”Usalia took one step back. “I don’t think the ground is supposed to be shaking... Plip.”

The camera swung toward Seraphina, catching her in a dramatic side angle. Her eyes widened as a sudden surge of energy pulsed through her torso, radiating outward like shockwaves.

Her long, shapely legs quivered, and then stretched.

With a sharp crack of magical tension, she grew taller, inch by inch. Her designer heels scraped against the tile, sinking slightly as her frame lengthened. The elegant silhouette of her legs began to fill out, calves thickening, thighs flexing subtly beneath the lace of her outfit.

She gasped.

“W-What’s happening to me?!”

Her voice, still sultry and rich, dropped a note lower. It carried more weight now, more force, like a queen slipping into the voice of a general.

Her shoulders pushed outward, widening. Arms firmed up, the bare flesh of her biceps becoming just a little more defined, subtly toned under smooth skin.

She instinctively grabbed her upper arms and then clutched her chest in shock. Her gaze darted to the floor, watching her own shadow elongate.

“I... I feel... stronger? That can't be right?”

Her eyes narrowed, unsure whether to be alarmed or intrigued. A faint red glow shimmered around her body, unmistakably magical.

Behind her, a tiny squeak of surprise echoed.

The camera snapped to Red Magnus with a bright flash of pink lightning.

A low, static hum danced across his body. His wide stance wobbled.

“Whuh—!?”

Before he could shout anything else, his entire frame dipped down, like a balloon slowly losing air. His towering height diminished, inch by inch, with each passing second.

The thick cords of muscle on his arms and chest softened, just slightly. Not vanished, not gone, but less ripped, less rocky. It was as if his whole body was... refining itself?

“Hey, what the heck?!”

He slapped a hand against his chest, but instead of the usual wall of rock-hard pecs, he hit something a bit... squishier.

His jawline smoothed, the harsh angles of his face melting into gentler curves. His lips plumped, giving his gruff snarl an oddly kissable softness. A warm tingle fluttered around his scalp.

Then his hair started to grow.

Locks of crimson spilled down the side of his face, curling slightly as they extended past his chin. A stray bang bounced in front of his eye. He blinked and shoved it aside, scowling.

“Huh? My hair’s... fluffier?!”

He looked down at himself in horror, well, more like confusion layered over raw, muscle-loving denial. His body felt lighter, prettier, and definitely wrong.

In the background, Usalia slowly sank behind the large yellow prinny, as if she was going into cover.

“This is... not what I meant, plip. At least I don’t think this is what was supposed to happen… plip.”

The camera cut back to Seraphina just in time to catch her stumbling back a step. A deep rumble rolled through her core, and she doubled over with a sharp breath as her abdomen began to bulge outward, not with fat, but with power.

Beneath the ornate lace of her bodice, the soft contours of her midsection hardened, lifted, and then segmented into a sculpted, statuesque six-pack. Her stomach flexed involuntarily, each ridge standing out against flawless skin, her breaths growing heavier, almost growl-like.

“Nnnghh—wh-what—?! My abs—?!”

She gasped and clutched her chest again as her boobs suddenly shrank a size, only for her glare to sharpen.

“No. Absolutely not. These babies are mine and mine alone!”

As if answering her will, her breasts surged right back up, fuller than before, now sitting high and proud atop a broadening chest, defying logic and gravity with glorious rebellion.

The seams of her corset popped at the shoulders, while her thighs expanded outward, meaty and powerful, practically tearing the dainty garters at her hips.

Her stance widened on instinct, feet planted firmly into the ground like a battle-hardened warrior, not a sultry noble. Her boots cracked beneath her rising weight.

She clenched both fists and growled. Half in horror, half in thrill.

“This power... I can barely contain it! What is happening?!”

Her voice had deepened, now more of a low, seductive growl layered under raw volume, her words carrying the force of a small explosion with every syllable.

The camera snapped back to Red Magnus, and the transformation struck fast.

A sudden snap echoed through the air as his hips flared outward, widening into an unmistakably feminine curve that shattered the waistband of his fire-patterned trunks. He yelped as the fabric strained to keep up, slowly reforming into something... prettier. Silkier.

“Nnnnng—wait, that felt weird!!”

His voice cracked mid-shout, shifting from a gruff roar to something breathier.

Suddenly, his chest pushed forward, swelling under his armor. Two soft, round breasts blossomed beneath the shifting fabric, to around the size that Seraphina’s had ever been, causing his top to shift upward and take on a suspiciously frilly edge. The formerly masculine outfit twisted into something low-cut and clingy, showing off his new figure.

He looked down in disbelief, only to watch his arms and legs slim down, muscles melting away into tender curves. His stance faltered. He tried to plant his feet, but instead, his knees buckled slightly inward, and his hips began to sway with every shift of his weight.

“W-What the blazes is this?!”

He reached behind and accidentally cupped his own now-pillowy rear, prompting him to yelp and stumble forward.

“Why are my hips moving like that!?”

His voice had already shifted, softer, higher-pitched, a faint musical lilt creeping into his vowels, as though politeness and grace were forcibly invading his tone.

Off to the side, Usalia was frantically flipping through her cookbook.

“What did I put in it? What did I put into that curry, plip?”

The camera cut back to Seraphina just in time for the sound of tight sinew tearing through silk to echo across the base. A brutal snap of muscle expanding under pressure.

With a grunt, her shoulders surged outward, rounding into heavy, combat-hardened boulders. Her back arched, a deep groan of flesh and fabric following as rippling muscle expanded down her spine and across her lats like armor forged from femininity and fury.

The remains of her delicate noble corset clung valiantly to her growing torso. Her breasts, still very much present, now perched proudly atop a massive, sculpted pec shelf, quivering slightly each time she flexed or shifted her weight.

“Nngh—what now?!”

Then she froze.

A pulsing sensation radiated from her pelvis, warm, unfamiliar and intrusive. She looked down, and saw the outline of something rising.

“N-No. No. NONONO—!”

But her breath caught in her throat. Her hips rolled forward involuntarily, as a bulge swelled rapidly beneath her strained lower garments, tenting forward in defiance of everything she considered ladylike.

She stumbled back, face flush, legs slightly apart, hands twitching… unable to cover it.

“Wh-what is THAT?! It’s—It’s—”

She tried to say more, but instead a sharp, primal moan tore from her throat, deep and shuddering, as the growth accelerated, leaving her crotch massively pronounced, her stance widened for clearance, and her eyes twitching in disbelief.

Her face, though still unmistakably feminine, had shifted into something fierce, dominant, primal. The kind of beauty that led armies and broke kingdoms.

Her voice bellowed now, thunderous and deep, but unmistakably hers.

“Remove this… THING at once! I do not want it! Not at all! I am a SUPER seductress, not a weak man to be seduced! You hear!”

She slammed a fist into her palm. The shockwave knocked over a nearby stack of training dummies.

The camera returned to Red Magnus just as he shrieked like a startled debutante.

His legs gave out from under him again, but this time, not from instability, but because his muscles were gone. The thick cords that once defined his heroic frame had fully melted away, replaced by graceful, elegant curves.

He fell to his knees, and even those had softened, now framed by smooth, shapely thighs. His once mighty arms were now slender and silky, barely capable of lifting a bento box, let alone throwing a boulder.

“W-Wha—Why do I feel so... soft?!”

The pitch of his voice jumped, bouncing into a high, nearly squeaky range, layered with a strange musical cadence, perky, bubbly, and horrifying (to him).

That’s when his breasts grew again. With a sudden jiggle and bounce, they expanded past even Seraphina’s original size, rounding and lifting beneath the increasingly frilly, dangerously revealing top that clung to his now delicate frame.

His eyes sparkled, pupils wider than before, lashes thick and expressive. Panic overtook his dainty features.

“Ooh~! Wh-What is—!? Why do I feel so… gorgeous? …what did I just say!?”

He slapped his cheeks, gasping at their softness, only for the real shock to come from below.

With a loud pop, his rear inflated, swelling into a heart-shaped mass of flesh that bounced just from breathing. His waist cinched inward even further, narrowing to create a perfect hourglass silhouette.

“NO! NOT THE BUTT! I NEED STABILITY, NOT JIGGLE!! My form needs to be exquisitely powerful, not hopelessly wobbly!”

His voice cracked again and then ended in a small, breathy whimper.

Meanwhile Usalia on the side has found what she was looking for. Though it didn't much help.

“Two gender bender scrolls, four buff muscles, one princess tiara, a lot of melons, and one tricky swap scroll.” Usalia reads, then blinks for a little bit. “...yeah, that sadly DOES check out, plip.”

The camera snapped back to Seraphina just as the floor beneath her cracked.

Her body trembled, not from fear, but from sheer mass being forced into her frame. With a deep, guttural growl, she arched her back, arms flexing involuntarily. Then—

BOOM.

A wave of raw magic surged across her skin as her body exploded outward in size and power. Her already broad shoulders pushed further, stretching wide enough to dwarf even Red Magnus’s former frame. Back muscles twisted and stretched with audible creaks, forming ridges like sculpted mountains beneath her skin.

Her chest rose with each labored breath, breasts still inflating, massive, perfectly round, but now sitting atop impossibly thick pectorals like ornaments on a war machine.

Then it happened.

The bulge at her crotch, already painfully obvious before, surged forward with a violent pulse. The fabric holding it in place finally gave up the fight and split slightly at the seam, revealing the outline of something massive, veiny, and utterly indecent. Her face went bright red.

“GHH—N-NOT AGAIN?!”

She reached down to try and stop it… but her own touch only spurred another growth spurt. Her jaw clenched. Her thighs shook. Her stance widened again, not because she wanted to, but because she simply couldn't stand normally anymore.

“Rrgh! TH-THAT’S—SUPER not classy!”

Her voice boomed like a goddess in the middle of a battlefield. Her hair whipped around her shoulders like a war banner in the wind. Feminine face, domineering glare, mountain of muscle, and now a colossal, throbbing bulge between her legs.

She planted a foot with an audible CRACK on the tile, and roared:

“ARE YOU HEARING ME?! THIS IS SUPER NOT OKAY!! I DEMAND TO BE TURNED BACK!! RIGHT NOW!! OR I’LL RIP SOMETHING APART!!”

Her aura blazed crimson, shaking the room with pure testosterone-fueled defiance, wrapped in lipstick and soft, bouncing curls.

The camera whipped back to Red Magnus just as he let out a trembling little gasp, a far cry from the shouts of war he once bellowed.

His body shimmered with a final layer of pink magic, and his remaining masculinity melted away like butter under a heat lamp.

What few traces of muscle remained simply dissolved, leaving behind smooth, flawless limbs. His fingers were long and dainty. His collarbone sharp and graceful. Every inch of him now screamed soft, expensive, and pampered.

Then his already large breasts jiggled and grew even larger.

With a schloop and a bounce, they eclipsed even Seraphina’s best seduction days twice over, becoming so round and perfect that they were almost unreal, and stuffed tightly into a corset that had somehow morphed into glittery, cleavage-worshipping princesswear. A jewel sat between the cups, pulsing softly like a cursed heart.

““N-No! No more curves!! I do not require additional volume in my posterior or bust!!””

He shrieked and immediately covered his mouth in horror. His voice was now high, breathy, sweet and laced with flirtation even when he didn’t mean it.

Red Magnus then stumbled backward, his hand reflexively reaching between his legs.

“Wait, what is that feeling—?”

A slurping sound echoed beneath her frills.

Just like that, her last remaining piece of manhood vanished.

The sensation ripped through her core, drawing a loud, involuntary moan from her lips, long, sultry, high-pitched, and unmistakably obscene.

“Aaahhnn~!”

She immediately straightened, horrified, eyes wide and trembling.

“Wh-What was that?! That was—I did NOT mean to sound like that! Ohohohoho~!”

But her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving. Her voice, now permanently delicate and refined, carried the haughty silk of a noblewoman in a ballroom.

Then, without thinking, she tipped her head back and let out an airy, polite:

“W-Why... why did I laugh like that? That wasn’t dignified at all!”

She clutched her sides, looking down at her absurdly exaggerated form, a full parody of femininity, even more so than seraphina usually was.

“I have been robbed. Stripped of power. Given only... raw beauty in return. This is a horrible trade...”

Yet, she couldn't suppress another…“Ohohohoho~...”

She slapped both hands over her mouth, face cherry red, eyes filled with betrayal.

Silence fell over the base.

A plate clattered to the floor.

Usalia, now backed into a corner, stared with dead eyes and twitching ears.

“I just wanted peace... plip.”

Smoke still drifted lazily across the base floor, curling around overturned tables, snapped training dummies, and the faint outline of a crater where Seraphina's foot landed.

At the center of the destruction stood two very changed demons.

One, a colossal, bicep-bursting futanari titan, dressed in torn noblewear that looked like it was one flex away from total disintegration. Her breasts jutting proudly atop a massive, veiny pec shelf, while a truly inhuman bulge strained against what was left of her lower half.

The other, a petite, bombshell princess, giggling involuntarily as she tried to strike power poses, her hips bouncing, chest jiggling, and hair flowing like an anime shampoo commercial.

Despite it all... they were still arguing.

“I can’t BELIEVE this!!” Seraphina thundered, face flushed with fury. “Not only am I built like a SUPER siege weapon now, but YOU—YOU—get to become an even HOTTER version of me?! HOW is that fair?!”

Across from her, Red Magnus twirled in place, glittery heels clicking as her gown flounced dramatically. She struck a pose so sultry it would’ve melted a lesser demon.

“Well excuse me, darling,” she purred, fluttering her lashes. “Not everyone can PULL OFF this level of elegance and beauty with such effortless finesse~ Ohohohoho~!”

“Oh shut up!!” Seraphina barked. “That flirty little waist! Those sparkly bedroom eyes! And don’t think I didn’t notice that chest—it's WAY TOO BOUNCY!!”

She gestured wildly, muscles flexing hard enough to ripple the air.

“I WORKED HARD FOR MY CURVES, YOU POMPOUS PRINCESS!! And now you’re just... dripping with them!!”

Red placed a dainty hand on her hip, giving a smug smile that didn’t belong on her face at all.

“Mmm~ But look at you, Seraphina,” she said, voice dipping to a silky tease. “All those beautiful, rippling muscles... those thighs... and let’s not ignore that—”

She gestured downward with an elegant flick.

“—majestic manly bulge. It’s... intoxicating.”

“WH-WHAT?!”

Seraphina nearly tripped over her own stance, slapping a hand over her groin with a full-body jolt.

“Don’t say it like that!! That’s SUPER inappropriate!! I’M STILL A LADY, DAMMIT!!”

“Ohoho~ Of course you are, darling. Just a lady who could shatter a mountain with her hips and... other assets~”

“I’M NOT A WALKING FLEX-GODDESS WITH A BUILT-IN BATTERING RAM!!”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Red Magnus said, swaying her hips slowly. “Frankly, I’d trade this marshmallow fluff body for your glorious war machine any day!”

She gave her own chest a dramatic squeeze that made her gown groan under pressure.

“All I got was raw beauty! No strength, no power, no—grrgh! Just squish!!”

“WELL TAKE IT BACK!!” Seraphina shouted, voice booming like thunder. “Take it ALL back!! I was supposed to be the graceful one!! Not... not THIS!!”

“You think I like sounding like I sell perfume and giggling like some noble bimbo every five seconds?! Ohohohoho~!”

Red clamped a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. Seraphina blinked once, growled, then hurled a chair.

The chair exploded against the far wall.

Silence fell… for exactly three seconds.

“I hate this!”
“I hate this more!!”

Meanwhile…

Near the back of the room, Killia stepped quietly through the chaos, dodging a few broken tiles as he approached the curled-up ball of fluff that was Usalia, still sitting against the wall, tray on her lap, eyes hollow with disbelief.

He crouched beside her. Calm, unreadable. Always composed.

“...Do I want to know what happened here?”

Usalia sniffled, her voice barely a whisper.

“I just wanted them to stop fighting, plip. I thought... if they could understand each other... maybe they’d get along...”

She looked up at the two transformed disasters shouting at each other about bulges, boobs, elegance, and battle posture.

“But I think I made it worse.”

Killia glanced over at them, expression flat. Seraphina was now lifting a table one-handed while shouting “SUPER DIGNITY,” and Red Magnus was laughing like a rich girl being dipped in glitter.

He gave a small sigh.

“...Yeah.”

Then, gently, he sat down beside Usalia, hands resting on his knees.

“Nothing we can do now but wait... and let them cool down on their own.”

Usalia nodded slowly, leaning against his arm.

Behind them, Seraphina roared, “NO LADY SHOULD HAVE LATS THIS SHREDDED!” and Red Magnus shouted back, “Ohohoho~ No, but it's way better than eye candy curves for the weak minded!”

Killia didn't even blink. “Yeah, this might take a while.”