Growing Into It - Part 1

Hello hello! Jenny here with another patreon series for you! This time featuring none other but VictorTheMaker's writing, and her character Sindri! Dee/Diane belongs to me.

VictorTheMaker is a POWERFUL AS HECK WRITER/ARTIST and well worth the watch on FA/Bluesky

Korps belongs to Karen, we just play in it <3

We hope you enjoy our collaboration <3

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Sindri gazed into the full length mirror, and the figure within smiled back at her. She’d indulged in this little delight almost daily since her transition, and after months, it had not lost its novelty. The maned wolf saw her face, formerly masculine angles softened by curves. Her lengthy ears peaked at the sight, rather than splayed. Her attention drifted lower as she cupped her breasts, heavy, sensitive mounds that filled her palms well. The electric tingle that danced on her nerves came only partially from the physicality of holding them. Sindri shifted her hips, now wider than her shoulders, and relished the soft shuffle of her thighs gliding passed each other. It was joyous, it was euphoric, and it was the result of villainous super science in its purest form.

And her outfit placed nearly every inch of it on display.

The maned wolf put on her most ferocious sneer and pantomimed swinging an axe. She was a far cry from the warrior queen of the Korps co-commander, but she wore her battle garb well. The top was little more than a band of fabric designed around the infamous helix, barely enough to keep her decent. The black and purple loincloth left a little more to the imagination, but not much. The fact Magni could wear such a thing to the field was a feat of confidence, and fighting in such a garment was out of the question. The costume version of the vixen's outfit wasn't rated for combat, but on some level she saw the appeal of it. Some reckless, bravado-drunken level.

The sound of copyright infringement broke her train of thought. Dee was home. Sindri closed her eyes and took a breath, then strode into their living room. The maned wolf found the swagger in her step as she crossed into Dee’s view, and she relished the little dog’s dropping jaw. The maned wolf took a stance and looked her girlfriend in the eye.

“Hey Bitesize,” she sneered, “what do you think of my new uniform? Want to have a closer look?”