The 78th Director (story preview 1) (Patreon)

So before I get going on the eventual winner of the most recent poll, I was struck with inspiration to do a Hu Tao (from Genshin Impact) story first. So here is the first half I'd say of that one. I wanted to make sure I could at least get out one story this month, and this'll probably be that one. his'll likely be tweaked some in the final version, but Enjoy what I got so far!


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 Liyue harbor, a major city within the magical, mystical world of Teyvat, had left without a word, leaving the future of the establishment at risk. Many of the undertakers were at it again on an otherwise peaceful, moonlit night, panicking and bickering over what to do. It had been the common commotion since the director’s disappearance.

“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…”

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

“None of us are prepped for such a thing!”

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

“I haven’t dared gone back there. Its kind of ominous. She even left her vision behind.”

“Well, she did never much care 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 office doors. It was Honghui, a 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.

“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. A lot of this is already gathering dust.”

He gathered up a few items of interest, figuring he’d better work fast considering all the nearby rabble. Though he figured 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 pyro vision inside one of them. Visions were gifts bestowed upon mortals by the gods of Teyvat whom they recognize. They take the form of glowing orbs with the elemental symbol of their type displayed on them--in this vision’s case a flame. Visions are deeply personal items that arent 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 a shorter frame. 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. Woulds be such a waste to sell it.”

Suddenly the vision began to glow within his clutched hand, shining sob right as to illuminate through the skin, orange light breaking between his fingers. It was also warm and quickly becoming hotter. It grew fast 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 down at it he noticed the orange glow of his skin continued and began to spread up his arm.

He began to freak, seeing his fingers start to contort and and jerk about, a strange, force assaulting his hand. The 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 as if 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 as 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. Whispy, 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 the flaming discoloration crawling up his body he could feel the magma flowing through his veins. Every inch it touched changed, skin softened by its heat, bones softly 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. He found it hard to move, the heat spreading quickly and powerfully, branching off from his shoulder in every direction in a manner that subdued him. He squirmed and cursed, unsure of what true fate would arrive him.

Honghui asked for it to stop, begged for the pleasing warmth to cease. It was growing hard to think as the heat began to pool into his breast and collarbone. It made his heart skip beats and his dick harden. There was a rush of adrenaline rushing throughout his entire body, an exciting power swelling within him. As he tried to claw and lift himself back up from the ground, he watched the changes carried by the heat continue to consume. His body began to lose all mass in his upper left torso, his left pectoral softening and being sucked on and flattened by a tugging force near his shoulder trying to bring it down to a matching 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. The soft fat that had eaten the musculature of the leftside 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 snuggle underneath its small, formfitting embrace.

He yelped as he felt the heat shift very suddenly and quickly 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. He thankfully made it onto the office chair again before the heat began to riddle his right arm. This caused his attempts at stabilizing to his feet in vein as the arm buckled and Honghui collapsed forward onto the desk. He could only watch in horror as his right arm was subdued to the same fate as his other, the same style of coat sleeve crawling out and covering a thinning, refined physique. The heat ended with prickles of pleasure at the tips of each finger, rings and black nail polish styled the same as his right, with a red bead bracelet as an extra on his right wrist. These 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 heat now traveling hastily towards both points. He couldn’t help his body’s succumbing to the delightful energies wrapping around it, the warmth reminding him of a hot tea that slowly filled every inch of one’s body with a fond security on a cold night. As terrified as he was, his body clearly felt at ease. Despite all the tensing and thrashing he was doing, he had goosebumps and shiver of ecstasy travelling through him. His own 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 h-habe meeeyaahn~!

He felt his voice collapse under a rising pitch, a smooth, cutsey, feminine howl. His dick, enticed by the siren’s song, unloaded in his pants, his brain too feeling sparks of joy as it registered the new voice as its own. Honghui’s agape mouth began to slowly curl, some struggle holding it back fully. 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. His entire head was on fire!

Honghui’s lips were burning with heat, as if he had lathered them in hot spices causing them to puff up. Only they were puffing into fuller, glossy, luscious lips--panting out steam. Steam trickled out of his ears as well, which began scrunching down into tinier shapes. His entire face felt like it was in a vice, startling most strongly at his mouth and working its way up. The heat was relentless, burning his cranium form the inside with its warm, loving embrace and illuminating his skin on the outside with an orange flush. It was numbing all pain of his face snapping inward, his features collapsing into cuter, sexy, more youthful allures.

His jawline and smaller chin finished popping into new shape and Honghui yelled for it to stop, a smile riddled across his face. His nose wriggled down in size, his brow-line shrunk, 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, his mind trembling under a barrage of new thoughts, desires, and needs picking away at the border’s of his own mind which barely caged them in. He felt scared to let them out, despite his body desperately wanting it. He was so turned on though, the burn of the vision that cursed him creating 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 not his own arose 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 cranium 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 magical 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 wanting it, wanting to reach the philosophy and life this new identity seemed to be 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.

“Yes, more…”

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 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao.

“I-I’m, HUOOOOH!!”

The pressure finally squashed Honghui out of his mind, leaving only the identity of the 77th, now 78th, director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Hu Tao 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 were made to look even more captivatingly long by the red mascara at the outer corners. They were mischievous, 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 was gone. The heat in her scalp sent flames through her hair follicles, burning a path that lead her short-trim cut into a longer, dark brown hairstyle--fading 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 the last remnants of her lavish coat were forming all along the way, following the trail of heat. A gold broach formed around the waist of the coat as it contoured itself to her petite physique. The coat once reaching her hips then ceased in the front, 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.