Tsukiko was the last of the kitsune. Her kind had vanished centuries ago, leaving her to wander the spiritual forest alone. Humans feared the place—rumors spoke of a mythical fox spirit guarding it.

One day, she found an unconscious human near the lake. Though hesitant, she carried them to her small home and tended their wounds. When they awoke, they looked at her not with fear, but with wonder. The human had entered the forest searching for proof that kitsune still existed. From that day on, they visited her daily.

At first, Tsukiko found them bothersome—but over time, their presence warmed her ancient, lonely heart. Time passed, and love bloomed. They often brought her to their nearby town, hiding her tails under a large coat, the human moved with her they lived toegether happily. For the first time in centuries, she was happy.

Then, one morning, she saw a single gray hair on her beloved’s head. Panic filled her—humans lived but a flicker compared to her eternal life. She tried to ignore the thought, but her heart grew heavy with fear.

While wandering through town, lost in sorrow, she noticed an alley she had never seen before. At its end was a crooked door with a faded sign: “Dark Magic Shop.”

Inside, a massive and obese elderly witch sat behind a counter, stuffing dragon eyes into a jar. When she noticed Tsukiko, she grinned. “Ah… a kitsune. I thought your kind were extinct,” she said. “I’m Belda. You smell of a broken heart. What brings you here?”

Tsukiko hesitated. “Please… do you know of a way to make me human? I love someone dearly, but I’ll outlive them. I just want to grow old by their side. I’ll pay anything.” She dropped a heavy bag of gold onto the table.

Belda’s eyes glimmered with a wicked idea. “Hmm… I know a way to give you a human body that ages. Is that what you truly wish?”

Tsukiko nodded eagerly.

“Then sit,” Belda said, drawing a strange pentagram across the table. She took Tsukiko’s hands. “For this ritual to work, I will take your immortal body and youth from you. Do I have your blessing?”

“Yes,” Tsukiko whispered. “You have my blessing.”

Belda smirked. “And you have mine… to take my mortal body.”

A chill filled the room. The pentagram began to glow. Tsukiko gasped as her soul was ripped from her body and drawn into Belda’s decaying form—while Belda’s spirit slipped into Tsukiko’s flawless one.

When the light faded, Tsukiko stared at her new, wrinkled hands in horror. Her body was massive, aged, and heavy. She could barely breathe beneath the weight of her new flesh, she looked down at as her new huge and saggy chest and fat round belly and gasped “What… what is this?! This isn’t what I asked for!”

Belda—now in Tsukiko’s youthful body—laughed softly and admired herself in a mirror. “Well, you wanted a mortal body,” she said, tracing a delicate hand along her new face. “And I gave you one. Oh… what eternal beauty this is.”

Tsukiko fell realy anxious and in despair, what would her beloved say if they saw her like this? How is she supposed to explain this

Tsukiko: "Swap us back!"

Belda: "Why would i?....you agreed to this, there are no refunds in this shop so please leave already." she snaps her fingers a shadow figure appears that starts kicking Tsukiko out "Wow....this body has a a lot power and magic."