The 78th Director

 

Artwork: Lingshalan

It was a frantic scene yet again at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, as it had been for several weeks. The 77th director of the longstanding business within the bountiful harbor city of Liyue in the Eastern region of the magical, mystical world of Teyvat, had left without a word, leaving the future of the establishment at risk. Many of the undertakers were settled outside the wood and paper doors of the director’s office on an otherwise peaceful moonlit night, panicking and bickering over what to do.

“How long has it been since the Director left?”

“I’m not certain. Three weeks maybe?”

“She may not be returning.”

“We can’t think like that! The Wangsheng Funeral parlor is sunk if that is the case!”

“To think that our long, storied history could be reaching its end…”

“Has anyone tried looking for her at Wuwang Hill? Maybe she is camped there conversing with ghosts again.”

“Look one of us is going to have to take over Hu Tao’s duties.”

“Is all her stuff still in the office? Maybe she has some journals or books that could help.”

“I haven’t dared to go back there. It’s kind of ominous. She even left her vision behind.”

“She never did care much for her pyro vision.”

“Look, we have to think of something. Maybe if we—”

Within the office they didn’t dare tread, an unexpected visitor sulked their way in through a window, doing their best to not make a peep once they heard the muffled commotion from beyond the doors. It was Honghui, a seasoned local vagabond who was always looking for new places to rob and squat. He had caught on about the director of Wangsheng having run off somewhere, leaving most of their belongings behind. He figured it a perfect opportunity to see what he could score as while it may be funeral parlor, like most businesses in Liyue it was built with lavish, red and gold decor and rich presentation with plenty of historic antiques within.

“Hmm, yup. Hardly seems to be cleaned out.” Honghui noted as he quietly paced about the room, flipping over books and shuffling through trinkets. “Seems even the staff hasn’t touched much. Much of this is already gathering dust.”

He gathered up a few items of interest, figuring he should work fast considering all the nearby rabble. Though he imagined if they hadn’t ventured into the office much as of yet, they probably wouldn’t now. So he took some extra time to look about and open a few more drawers.

That is when he came across a lonesome pyro vision inside one of them. In his entire 40 years of life he had never come across one without an owner. Visions were gifts bestowed upon mortals by the gods of Teyvat whom they recognized and took the form of glowing orbs with the elemental symbol of their type displayed on them—in this vision’s case a flame. They were deeply personal items that weren’t often parted with, which made this quite the find.

He stretched out his husky body while sitting at the desk, laying his feet onto the table. He felt a bit oversized for the cushioned office chair, its size seeming more fit for someone shorter. It was enough for him to get comfy though while gazing at the vision. He’d never held one before, the god’s obviously never one to choose a deadbeat like him as being worthy of one. His shaggy brown bangs then fell over his eyes as he cocked his head down determinedly.

“Maybe I’ll keep this vision for myself then. Would be such a waste to sell it.”

Suddenly the vision began to glow within his clutched left hand, shining so bright it illuminated through the skin, orange light breaking between his fingers. It was also warm and quickly becoming hotter, going from a gentle warmth, to a smoldering heat, forcing him to toss it onto the desk.

He cursed at it, wondering what in the world could have caused it to act up like that. He wondered if it was some security method to the item, to make sure no one but the owner could use it. However, more concerning was that the heat in his left hand wouldn’t cease and as he looked at it he noticed the orange glow of his skin starting to spread up his arm.

He began to freak, seeing his fingers contort and jerk about. An overwhelming, hot surge of energy started vibrating through his arm now too, his bones rattling and muscles flexing and deflating. His toned forearm and bulging bicep pulsated and shrank, the peaks of power he had cultivated caving into slender delicacies and their rough surface shedding into fairer skin.

Honghui leaped from the chair and onto the floor, backing himself into a corner in fright. It was like liquid magma was traveling through his body and molding it to its will. Whatever magic was doing this, it was pulling something else out from thin air and overwriting his own body. He noted this by the fact that clothing began to appear over his transforming form. Several silver and black rings, some with the shapes of skulls, diamonds, and more, began to appear on his now dainty looking fingers while his nails were polished black. His hand was tiny now compared to what it once was and began to slip under the wide, black cuffs of a brown, long-sleeved coat arm that was growing out from his usually short-sleeved white attire. Wispy, golden patterns decorated the coat-arm which seemed to be made of a rich, silky material far more elegant than anything he’d be caught wearing. His typically bulky arm would’ve likely stretched the new sleeve to its limits, but this arm was an elegant, lightweight limb nestled within its fabric.

The heat soon reached Honghui’s shoulder, and although he could no longer see the flaming discoloration crawling up his body he could still feel the lava flowing through his veins. Every inch it touched changed, skin softened by its heat, bones smelted into thinner frames. His ill-fit, smaller arm jammed into his shoulder socket, before his left shoulder caved downward, crunching into a finer slope that glided perfectly into his prettier arm. It was hard to move, the heat spreading quickly and powerfully, branching off from his shoulder in every direction in a manner that subdued his strength.

It was growing hard to think as the heat began to pool into Honghui’s left breast and collarbone. His heart skipped beats and his dick hardened as an exciting rush of adrenaline shot through his entire body. He shook with pleasure as he tried to claw and lift himself back up from the ground, watching the changes continue to consume. His body began to lose all mass in his upper left torso, the pectoral softening and being sucked on by a tug near his shoulder forcing it down to match its size. His clavicle on that side popped and reshaped into a more defined form, sending a shock up the side of his neck as pulsations began there as well. The soft fat that had eaten away at the musculature of his chest then inflated, rising like dough into a small, supple breast. All the while, his casual, knot-button suit was being dyed red and turning into more of a traditional red shirt with collar. The upper parts of a coat began to form around the shirt, matching the coat-arm that had formed--a brown, knot-buttoned coat with a large, flat, black collar with golden broach underneath it. The small breast that had grown fit snuggled underneath its small, formfitting embrace, its nipple fattening and tenting against the cloth.

Honghui yelped as he felt the heat shift very suddenly across the rest of his upper body, the other side of his chest and below his neck transforming into a mirror of the other. He now looked like a misshapen abomination, a beautiful left arm and small, feminine chest attached to a broad, masculine physique below and with a large growth of a right arm. Though once he made it onto the office chair again the heat began to riddle his right arm in an attempt to remedy the imbalance. His arm buckled and Honghui collapsed forward onto the desk. He could only watch in horror as the limb was subdued to the same fate as the other, the same style of coat sleeve crawling out and covering its thinning, refined physique. It ended with prickles of pleasure at the tips of each finger, rings and black nail polish styled the same as his left, with an addition of a red bead bracelet on the wrist. They were the arms and outfit of someone with class and puckish tastes a whole world apart from his own. Just what was he becoming!?

He felt the answer could be coming soon, as he felt his dick throb and mind tingle—the inner flames now traveling hastily towards both points. The warmth reminded him of a hot tea that slowly filled every inch of one’s body with a fond security on a cold night. Despite all the tensing and thrashing he was doing, his body clearly felt at ease, goosebumps and shivers of ecstasy travelling across its surface. His body was rejecting him, desperately trying to meet the standards of another it craved more. Maybe he should just give in.

“No! NO! This isn’t right!” Honghui defiantly protested, gritting his teeth as he felt the heat massaging his throat, its girth diminishing. “I won’t let you t-take meeeyaahn~!”

He felt the bulge on the front of his neck implode and his voice fade into a rising pitch, a smooth, cutesy, feminine howl. His dick, enticed by the siren’s song, wet his pants with a thick unloading of cum, his brain feeling sparks of joy as it registered the new voice as its own. The heat was climbing up through his mouth now, pooling in his cheeks, bubbling behind his eyeballs, and sweating out the pores of his scalp. The heat in his cranium skyrocketed, illuminating his skin with an orange flush. His agape mouth started to curl, lips burning with heat as if he had lathered them in hot spices causing them to puff up. Only they were puffing into fuller, glossy lips. Snot dribbled out his nostrils while his sinuses were loosened by steam rushing through his nose—steam also shooting out his ears. Beyond the heat, a forceful vice upon his head was snapping his face inward, his rugged, middle-aged features collapsing into cuter, youthful allures.

Honghui yelled for it to stop while his jawline and smaller chin finished popping into shape, a smile riddled across his face. His nose wriggled down in size, ears scrunched into tinier shapes, brow-line shrank, and his cheek bones raised as the lower part of his face was further drawn in toward an angular shape. All of it was building towards an extreme release of pressure, a barrage of new thoughts, desires, and needs picking away at the borders of his mind barely caging them in. He felt scared to let it out, but his body desperately wanted to. The burn of the vision that cursed him had created the most uncomfortable need of his life.

“I-Its c-coming! I… I can’t! I need!” Honghui moaned, at a loss for words as more and more whispers to his weakening defenses tried enticing him. Eventually a definitive inner voice matching the new, lighter tone of his own came out from the white noise and began to flood all thought.

Some people are so easy to scare. Being in the industry that I am, I just love these kinds of people most~.

Honghui giggled a bit at the thought of pulling some pranks while the pressure on each side of his skull started pushing.

If you ask me, there's nothing hard or scary about working at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, it's just a pain is all. It's a shame… You all just don't understand!

“Y-Yeah! No… No I, you all… don’t understand! OOHH!” Honghui groaned, his jumbled thoughts of resistance and acceptance spilling out as the heated clamps pressed harder.

Remember, no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason, one should never poke fun at death. Only once you know and respect death can you truly understand the value of life.

“To understand… death. I want to under—no! I don’t understand!” Honghui yelled, his mind hankering to reach the philosophy and life this new identity was preaching. Maybe his body could finally feel release if he could.

A bright moon aloft amid the vast, clear skies... Moments like these are just perfect for writing poetry.

“Yes…”

I gotta find something fun to do... Sitting around doing nothing is a fate worse than death.

“Have, fun…”

I never imagined that I, Hu Tao, could ever be like this. Energy like a rushing torrent, a heart soaring like a gliding eagle! I feel great!

“I feel great!”

Need a hand? I'm here! If you need some assistance, I'm here to give it my all to the very end! Hee-hee…

“I want to—!”

Oh, you didn't know? I'm the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao.

“I-I’m, HUOOOOH!!”

The pressure squashed Honghui out of his mind, leaving only the identity of the 77th—now 78th—director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor behind, her eyes bulging out of her head from the force of her harsh, facial restructuring. They quickly returned to the sly, seductive hoods of her eye sockets though, her pupils now white flowers within scarlet irises. The shape of her eyes was made to look even more captivatingly long by the red mascara forming at the outer corners. It was a mischievous gaze, full of life, and currently trembling with pleasure.

Hu Tao drooled over the memories returning to her, gripping at the front side of the table as she leaned forward on top of it, her blazing body kicked into overdrive now that all resistance had ceased. The heat in her scalp sent flames through her hair follicles, burning a path that led her short-trim cut into a longer, dark brown hairstyle that faded into crimson at the tips. The hair then parted itself into twin ponytails, as a hat began to form on her head. It was a dark brown, porkpie hat with an indigo tassel and a wooden talisman attached to the front. A few branches crawled up from one side of it, flaming flowers erupting from them and sputtering out, becoming decorative, red plum blossoms.

As for her body, the heat was already making quick work of her lower torso, its thickness being pushed into a slender slope on the backside--all the crevices and flat peaks of muscle deteriorating into a softer landscape. In the front, her chiseled abs sunk into delectable, tender tissue flattening across the expanse of her tummy. Her sides now possessed a slight dip inward as well, more befitting of a lady. To her it felt like the heat of a sauna tightly hugging her, her body sweating and working off all the bloat from a large meal.

The last remnants of her lavish coat were forming all along the way. A gold broach appeared around the waist of the coat as it contoured itself to her petite physique. The coat once reaching her hips in the front halted, while at the back continued to grow, sprouting long, rectangular coattails with gold-loop buckles at each one’s outer corners that held a white tassel. The tails of the coat looked majestic as they draped over the arm rests of the chair.

“So much to do. But I, ahn~!” Hu Tao groaned thinking about how much work they’ve been making for themselves as of late by trying to come up with bold new marketing strategies to reel in future clients. It hadn’t been going well and she was becoming frustrated and really needed to blow off some steam.

She was too pent up and in the moment to truly think upon the situation and that she was still a man from the hips down. The heat felt merely like yearning for release, a climax she needed to reach and ease her stress. Thankfully she could feel the warmth in her loins heating up. It spread into her hips, her ass, all around her pelvis, melting within a rising tension ready to burst. As the skin of her legs became smooth like the rest of her and illuminated orange, Hu Tao’s masculine pants caught fire, scorching off around the upper thighs to create a pair of makeshift shorts which began to change to the whims of the vision’s magic—the rest of the pants falling in tatters to the floor.

“Aiyaa… what do I have to do to crossover!?” She moaned, edged by the inner flames, everything around her ass and hips throbbing.

Her dick was pitching an uncomfortable tent as it was constricted by the remnants of the baggy pants now shifting into clingy, dark brown shorts with a gold trim lining on each side that fit nicely with the design of her coat. Her broad, masculine hips straining the fabric popped and cracked, her pelvis shrinking along with the bones in her thighs. At the same time, all the thick, muscular meat of her thighs and ass deteriorated, making her shorts a more relieving fit. Perhaps too loose however, as they felt a size too small.

Hu Tao lifted herself up off the chair and flew more forward onto the desk in front of her. Her dribbling dick pressed against the side, causing her to wail in delight. She figured she found the sweet spot, so began to push it even harder against the table, not truly making sense of exactly what she was doing. She simply knew she should keep pushing forward, crawling forward, all the way to sweet release!

The more she climbed forward onto the table, the harder she pressed her dick against it. A flame then engulfed the tip and began to chip away at it the more pressure she applied. Inch by inch shaved off it like a cigarette bud being smoked away. All the while her slim ass began to inflate, heat rising in each cheek and carrying with it bubbling fat. Her thighs too were starting to expand, tender tissue building upon the frail, wobbling limbs. Her lower body was starting to look like a proper, healthy young woman now, quivering in ecstasy as a force pulled harshly at each side of her hips.

“O-ya! That’s it! I, I’m going to—!”

The heat packing within her lower torso suddenly exploded, bringing swift, explosive changes that sent Hu Tao finally over the edge. Her ass cheeks chewed up the back space of her shorts with one large kick, her hips taking over the sides—bones firing off like firecrackers as they widened to allow for more mass to spill into her bottom. Her thighs filled in the rest, stretching the shorts until they were a comfortable, skin-tight fit. It left no room for her shriveling cock and balls, as both were jammed inside her and flattened out of existence. Each testicle was burned asunder and her dick was split open into a cavernous space leading to a womb. It made the burning in her loins more pronounced, but nonetheless satisfying as she felt fluids spill from her new pussy.

As she squirmed within the throes of a climax, Hu Tao could already feel another one building and she needed to quickly change her position in order to brace herself. The height of her body had diminished drastically though and she was no longer able to touch the ground, so she stepped onto the chair in order to lift herself fully onto the table and flip onto her backside, landing on her glowing vision. She felt so relieved to be where she was now, the warmth of her vision filling her more directly now through its touch as it embedded itself within the backside of her coat. She immediately stuck both of her hands down her shorts to tend to her fiery womanhood.

She was nearly there, the only leftovers of her former self the hairy, bulky lower legs, thick calves, and big toed feet wriggling within a pair of dirty boots. They looked garish connected to the young beauty above, but the heat was anxious to melt it all away as it had everything else. This power belonged to Hu Tao and no one else. It thirsted for its master once more and by the gods it would have her.

“Yes, this is it~! The flames are rising!” Hu Tao shrieked as she bucked, her hands vigorously rubbing her folds and fingering the slit.

Her lower legs stiffened as the heat finally reached them, all the hair being burned away and replaced by silk. Her strong calves went from rock solid to delicious fat in an instant and her large ankles melted down into daintier hills. Every inch of her was pleased, her libido rising like magma in a volcano. There was only one way to put out this raging fire within her, and so she fingered faster, and faster!

“My flames!? They’re consuming me!” Hu Tao yelled in delight. It was shocking but welcomed, this sort of eruption of her own power the most erotic thing she had ever felt. Her glowing, butterfly familiars materialized around her and playful spirits began to slither up from the darkness, beckoned by the whimsical call of Liyue’s ferrywoman of the dead. Hu Tao could sense it too, relishing in the idea of having an audience with the spirits she loved.

The heat finally reached her feet, the socks beneath her boots crawling up to just below her calves, matching red blossoms decorating the tops of each. Her wriggling toes were trimmed down several sizes and her feet became shapely and demure under what felt like lava filling her boots. That lava then molded her footwear into a pair of low-heeled dress shoes that clacked against the wood of the table top.

With her body complete, the flames within her withdrew towards a single point within her core, the orange glow of her skin fading. Once it all collected into a single, refined point, it exploded, energy flying in trails across her body like shooting stars, flames bursting out the pores of her skin. All the stress, all the soreness, everything was expunged from her form in a glorious supernova of bliss.

Hu Tao bucked and screamed at the top of her lungs as hot fluids drenched her hands, her body cumming several times before it began to settle. As she came down from the peaks of pleasure, her butterfly conjurings and ghostly visitors faded. Unsurprisingly, upon hearing the rapturous screams from a familiar voice, her staff came barging in, finding Hu Tao sitting on top of her office desk, out of breath, with a lust-filled gaze in her eyes.

“D-Director you’re back!” One staff member cheered.

“What… What happened? Where have you been?” Another staff member asked, rightfully confused over the messy state she was in, the room heavy with the smell of sweat and flames.

Still heaving, Hu Tao said, “We all could use a break sometimes.”

She then giggled as all the staff stared confused at each other. She then turned to the window behind her desk and stared fondly up at the moon, basking in its light.

Hu Tao then said with a soft alluring tone, “When the sun’s out, bathe in sunlight. But when the moon’s out, bathe in moonlight~.”