(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona

This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
    
  About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He suspected that his confidence and disparaging remarks at the other competitors and the bar itself had led them to fix the results against him. He may not be an experienced drinker, but even he knew that you don’t get this drunk from six beers. He chanced another look at the mug that was on the table. It was different from all the other drinks that had been passed out, the only one that wasn't in a glass. The wood looked old, stained with the drinks it had carried over the years.
    
  Inside the mug… Ugh. Stan doubted that the word “beer” was entirely accurate. It was thicker than any beer he’d seen, and the pale yellow was so bright he could swear it was actually glowing. Everyone else had finished their drinks and were staring at him. If he waited any longer, they’d either disqualify him or start chanting, “Chug!” Stan didn’t like the sound of either. So, reluctantly, he raised the mug to his lips and tilted it back.
    
  The taste was…not what he’d expected. The smell coming off of the stuff had been sour, bitter. And yet it tasted delicious! It had a sweet, almost fruity taste, yet also had that weird satisfaction that comes from red meat. Screw trying to figure out how to describe it, he thought, I’m just going to savor drinking it! And so he did, the warmth from the brew spreading throughout his body.
    
  Stan was nearly a quarter done with his drink before he felt something odd: his hair brushing against the top of his shoulders. Has my hair gotten that shaggy? I thought I had it cut a week ago…oh well, it probably doesn’t matter. In fact, he had gotten it cut just three days ago. What he couldn’t have known was that his brown hair was growing, and fast. It had taken it only a few seconds for it to reach his shoulders, and in no time at all his now silky, wavy hair finally came to a rest at the small of his back.
    
  Just as the changes in his hair had stopped, he felt a strong heat in his face. Am I blushing? Wow, I must be drunker than I thought... As his mouth shrank, his eyes grew larger, and his face become smaller and smoother, he noticed another oddity. Is it just me, or am I drinking this slower than before? Whatever. Gives me more time to enjoy it!

   His arms shrunk down, the muscles he’d spent years sculpting and perfecting wiped away in an instant. His chest narrowed, and the six-pack Stan was always so eager to brag about faded into a thin, taut waist and a smooth stomach. Just as he was passing the halfway mark on his drink, his chest began to swell up, growing larger and larger. The budding breasts swept past A and straight into the B’s, simply refusing to stop just as much as he was in drinking.

    Alright, almost there! This competition is mine! Stan thought as he started the last quarter of his beer. As his newfound assets continued to grow, his feet became smaller, and daintier. His legs lost their muscle, but replaced it with womanly fat in all the right places. His hips widened with a jerk, and his butt gained an ample amount of weight. Around that time, his boobs finally reached their final size, somewhere around large D-cups. Only one part of his body remained unchanged, but not for long. So close, so close! he thought to himself as he neared the bottom of the mug, unaware that his words held a double meaning...

There!Just as Stan finished the last gulp of beer, his crotch finally transformed as well, turning him into a her. She celebrated her accomplishment with a large belch, which sounded slightly odd to her.

    Now that she didn’t have that exquisite drink distracting her, she realized something didn’t seem right and looked down. Her rack was contained in a green bikini top, and, looking over her new breasts, she saw that her hips and legs were encased in a pair of tight red capris. Her shoes had changed as well, from work-out sneakers into strappy heals.

  Well…this is odd she thought. She was a woman now. A very attractive woman at that... Why do I have a bikini on? It puts these damn things out for everyone to see! Then again, she reconsidered. Well they ARE pretty nice. Why should I hide them when I could flaunt my flagrant hotness for everyone to see?

   She looked around, a smile on her face, and found she wasn’t in the tavern anymore. She was in some large hall, sitting at a bar. The hall was positively filled to bursting with people, and not far off she saw two men fighting. What exactly is going on? Where am-
 
  Before she could quite register what was going on, she felt a certain craving, one that she always tended to. I haven’t had enough to drink yet; I’m still halfway sober... She shrugged. Oh well. Why worry about it? I should relax more, try and live a little! She licked her lips. I wonder if I’ll ever find another mug of that crazy brew. If one turned me into this, maybe another could improve me even more...

With that thought in mind, the new female brunette called out to the young, silver-haired server lady, who wore a long, sleeveless red dress, "Another round of ale down this way, Mira!"

  "Yes! Right away, Cana," Mirajane, the server lady, replied, coming over and setting another wooden mug of foamy brew down in front of her. Cana gripped the handle and gave it a mighty swig letting out a relieved sigh after the first, tasty gulp. Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

It was going to be another wild night for Cana Alberona...