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Sometimes I just get a flash of an idea out of nowhere.

It feels like Sexy Muse, whenever I indulge in nostalgia or when she sees any particular potential, no matter how twisted or how much it "corrupts" something I cherish like Banjo & Kazooie, just whispers whatever she wants into my ear. After seeing Banjo transforms into a termite, a washing machine, a bee, a dinosaur and so forth, one idea slithered its way into my psyche and wouldn't leave: what if he turned into a belly dancer. Naturally, as much as I felt it was silly, it was also irresistible and thus I just indulged.

I also indulged by trying out a new artist, one who has worked with my friend Chum03 a few times (including the audio play I wrote alongside him that features my charming lamia OC Mohani). VicinalZero is someone who specialize in "THICC" characters as well as transformation sequences, so she seemed to be rather apt at portraying this idea. She did a nice job overall with each steps of the way and that wild concept is portrayed more than adequately through her artwork. If you enjoy her work and want to perhaps commission her, here is her commission sheet: https://www.deviantart.com/vicinalz.....HEET-900439072


And if you like my work, ideas and so forth, do know that I have a Patreon with a weekly CYOA, a bonus monthly story and some small tales not seen anywhere else. You can check it out right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder

And now, the explanation as to what the heck is going on here. ;P

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GETTING JIGGY WITH IT

“You may not enter King Sandybutt the 2nd's private quarters. Only those with a great hip-bust-waist ratio may enter this sacred premise.”


That large, dog-headed statue guarding the entrance was pretty clear as although Banjo had tried to push it aside it availed to naught. The legend of the current ruler of Gobi's Valley, who rather strangely wasn't named Gobi as far as both Banjo and Kazooie knew, told of his golden prize within his own chambers, yet those were inaccessible right now.


“Golly gee, Kazooie, maybe we shouldn't have plundered the tomb of the first one. Do you think that's why we can't get inside?” the bear asked his feathered friend residing in his backpack, moving away from the small palace solidly guarded by mystical statues. “And what did he mean with that ratio thingy?”


“It means that the king is a pervert, Banjo. He just wants some babe to see him...pity I'm plump or else I'd show him a thing or two,” the bird replied, Kazooie being a bit sore about this sudden stop in their adventure. “I'd whack him with my beak, get his Jiggy and we'd be done with this place. It's way too hot stuffed on your back!”


“If only there was a way for us to get inside, some hole to crawl in or something...” Banjo began to ponder as he whacked a few bugs that dared attack him, indeed being a touch tired of this constant heat given his furred disposition. “It's the only one left before we can get to the next place. One more step before rescuing Tooty.”


As the duo ventured through the sand and beneath the few palm trees, they went on to notice something that they hadn't before: Mumbo's hut. Their shaman friend usually had a thematically-appropriate and useful kind of transformation available, all in exchange of tokens scattered just about everywhere. Thinking that this might be the answer they needed, they approached then entered the skull-shaped home to find Mumbo sleeping once again, yet this time the payment asked for was a surprising number: zero.


“I don't like this, Banjo. Free things usually sucks...or are full of micro-transactions,” Kazooie said, trying to warn her friend as Banjo approached the skull-switch which woke up Mumbo, his shaking and grumbling familiar by now.


“Gosh, Mumbo, it's not like you to charge nothing for your services,” Banjo stated as he let the skull-masked individual before his eyes wake up and adjust his seated position. “Is there anything I should know before I mindlessly transform into whatever you have planned?”


“It experimental spell. Very useful. Just not tested. You test for free since regular customer,” the shaman explained, waving his staff round and about to try to make a magical impression on the two before him. “Should not be dangerous. I think. You in?”


“I guess so. So long as you don't transform us into a washing machine like last time,” Banjo replied, mentally prepping himself for the weird sensation of shape-shifting as he agreed with a nod. “Whenever you're ready.”


“It accident last time,” Mumbo responded as he began to weave his spell, mumbling and chanting while his staff rotated in the air and magic began to swirl around the bear and bird, lifting them up in the air as their own form began to shift around in terms of size and height. “Besides, Mumbo not liable for potential psychological or physical harm. No suing.”


It was indeed a different sensation this time around, the transformation pretty much immediate as Banjo turned from a bear into whatever else. Termite, crocodile, walrus...anything that Mumbo had planned. This instance was nowhere near in terms of speed and efficiency as Banjo went on to feel an intense heat fill him, yet different than the one found outside. It was inner and boiling as a large amount of his fur went on to fall off, leaving if skin exposed further and further. His muscles, his natural bear strength, began to slowly reduce itself until his arms and legs were no longer powerful but rather...lean. A certain smoothness began to permeate the flesh that went on to get exposed as his nose, snout and jaw began to retract themselves to become a little less preeminent, less pronounced.


As this went on, the warmth within began to feel concentrated as the hair atop his head began to get slightly longer, those on his neck completely gone while something piled up within his chest. Much to his surprise all the muscles there were gone yet hadn't disappeared, transmuted to something else altogether as it created two mounds that pushed forward: breasts. Before anything could be seen, the invading sensation turned much more tolerable as he felt two pops below his belly, his hips going on to expand as his own waist began to adjust itself. It was something of an exaggerated hourglass figure that went on to get shaped into being, his midriff going on to get smooth, luscious and flat. This was, as far as he knew, a very womanly body.


Naked and self-conscious as the magic swirled around, a thankful effect of this spell was to create variants of his vestments in the form of a yellow sirwal for his pants, a blue bolero vest for his backpack as Kazooie herself was turned into a flat, headless form of wings for Banjo to get ahold of through very light sleeves and barely discernible sticks. His hands turned a touch less beefy, softer instead as his feet did the very same, leaving Banjo into a very different kind of person than he initially was. As the magic began to go away and he went on to be placed onto solid ground again, the bear realized what he had been transformed into.


A belly dancer.


“That's...uh...different,” Banjo said as his voice was definitely more womanly, a touch smoother as if honeyed in a natural way. Already some details like jewelry and other...assets were being seen as some other spots on his body had been turned differently, leaving Banjo a little weirded out. “Why exactly would you have a spell for that?”


“Why would Mumbo not have sexy belly dancer spell?” was the shaman's retort, something that Banjo did not quite know how to respond to that, either due to a lack of actual rebuttal or because it wasn't exactly worth it. Either way, he left the shaman's hut and then ventured outside, feeling lighter on his feet as that gettup and general look felt good yet also weird. Weirded than the termite or even the washing machine, but so light, nimble and agile that he could walk across slopes without any difficulties, something that required Kazooie in his regular form. Better yet, the enemies dared not attack him, instead looking his way with hearts in their eyes, smitten by that look as he saw pretty quickly just how he might take advantage of this. “Gyu uh! Might as well head to King Sandybutt the 2nd's quarters now, I bet I have that weird ratio that statue was talking about!”


Going in that direction, the bear-turned-belly dancer got back to the guardian and just a few moment before even starting a conversation, hearts appeared in the eyes of the dog-faced statue. “Yes...that ratio...that body...King Gobi Sandybutt the 2nd shall be pleased...” it responded, moving out of the way by sliding on the side as the entrance was now clear. Finally getting why this place was called Gobi's Valley, Banjo entered the premise as the statue said one last thing before returning to its initial position. “He will be very pleased...to see you...”


Immediately inside many hieroglyphs and depictions of large snakes could be found on pillars and on the walls as many kind of harem girls were lounging around in small pools of water and on cushions. Women of all shapes and species, from a camel gal to a smaller mole one, all garbed in rich colors, satin and everything. As much as Banjo tried not to stare, his more prude nature forbidding him from doing so, he blessed that new form that made him fit in as every pair of eyes were on him...or rather on “her”. As he moved along and collected notes along with a few barely-hidden Mumbo tokens, he went on to reach the king himself who was lounging on a few pillow piles and his identity made it seem almost frightful if he did not look so complacent and bored. King Sandybutt the second was a large snake-man who was being vented by serving women armed with large leaves, trying to make sure he would not be too warm. The moment he saw Banjo, however, his eyes began to lit up and his forked tongue went out of his mouth to hiss.


“Hissss...such a different and sssssublime damsel you are...Will you not dance for me?” the king asked, obviously the kind of person who had his every desires fulfilled just by voicing them out. “I've never ssssseen you before, but I am already sssssmitten. Musicians, do your thing for our sssssexy guest here!”


As string instruments, cymbals and drums were being played to form a slow melody, a band apparently being nearby though hidden behind the king himself, Banjo didn't quite know how to dance or if he should, feeling extremely self-conscious. He expected to go ahead and fight some minions, maybe do a puzzle, a race perhaps...but a dance dressed and transformed like this? It didn't feel exactly right even though that music was very, very catchy. “I...err...”


“Oh how cute you are, all shy and disstresssed...Don't worry, I have just the thing for that problem,” the king said with a slightly excited voice, acting not unlike a young man with a crush. Approaching his face closer to Banjo he then went on to look at him, or rather “her” in the eyes and then unleashed a kaleidoscope of colors from them. “Look deeply into my eyes. Forget about your sssstressss and just perform like no one issss watching~”


Right here and then Banjo felt light, lighter than ever as the colors drilled into his mind. They were fascinating, powerful even, that voice going along with it being utterly convincing and charismatic. It made Banjo forget things, his perceptions beginning to twist around as there was no palace, no serpent king, not even a mention of being a bear. He...She was a dancer and that was enough as the transformation came with natural abilities to bust a move, to highlight the acquired assets as the music took possession of her much like the music did and thus she started to sway her considerable hips to the beat. It was the first thing she did as she rose her hands to the side and then above, using those Isis wings to their fullest as the bright red and yellow were on display, filtering some of the ambient sunlight to create a majestic effect...and then she spun on the spot.


She was stepping onto colors, caught in a pleasant daze and trance as her own eyes filtered the hypnotic suggestions, that simulacrum of a command made pleasantly as she forgoed any worries or doubt in favor of this current moment in time. It felt natural and blissful to perform as she moved those wings forward and backward, making them wave in the air as if flapping them while she rolled her stomach to go along with it, showing just how curvaceous she could be and how much she could amplify that visual effect. All along she heard whispers through the music which guided her even though she could not understand a single word, hisses accompanying oud and violins superbly without breaking the rhythms, the patterns upon which she danced. There was a sea of colors she swam upon, her feet as light as her head as she shimmied those shoulders and then spun around some more while walking in small and then wide circles, using the space given to her.


Yet that space began to feel tighter and tighter until something blocked her path, something with thick scales and of large size which delimited her surroundings. They contrasted with the pretty colors, yet the sheen of those scales made them not scary but rather splendid, something that only served to appeal to the dancer that she was. She brushed close to them, those wings getting near yet never coming into contact as those hips shimmied while she was on the tip of her toes, always spinning around slowly and then rapidly to make it seem as if she was ascending into the sky itself despite being stuck on the ground. That body of hers was in communion with the music, a blessed experience as that gaze which convinced her so thoroughly was ever on her, hidden in the waves and shades that could be found everywhere. Time did not matter, nothing really did except for the dance as eventually the music came to a crescendo, a climax of some sort as she spun quicker and quicker as she headed to the center and then she dropped on one knees...and then the music ended. Things crawled to a halt, nothing happening until...


SNAP!


“Magnificent, sssssublime...you have made my heart ssssoar and you have earned this treassssure of mine!” King Gobi Sandybutt the 2nd said, slapping his tail gently against the ground multiple time to simulate clapping as opposed to the quicker and rougher way he did so a few moments earlier to make a snapping effect. As Banjo regained his own mind and perceptions, a Jiggy was handed to him as the king himself went on to rest his head against his own body, the pile of coil that was so large and imposing despite his more aloof nature. “Now go back with the others. I must resssssst after all this excitement. I'll call upon you ssssssoon...”


As he went on to drift into slumber, Banjo himself didn't quite know what had happened and just how he came to be in possession of the last Jiggy that could be found in Gobi's Valley. A small chunk of his memories was blurry and part of him did not know whether or not he wanted to be made aware of what had transpired. Going out of the quarters of the royal ruler of Gobi's Valley, he headed back to Mumbo's hut to turn back into his regular self, something which took but a few minutes as cancelling a spell was much easier than activating one. His hips turned back into tighter ones, his chest regained muscle and less softness, his fur grew back, his bear might returned all in a matter of seconds as Mumbo looked at him with almost a disappointed gaze beneath his mask.


“Spell not quite up to snuff. Mumbo need work harder...good look though,” was all he said as Banjo left and headed back to the portal that would return him to Gruntilda's lair. Having to fight enemies again, he returned to the oasis near the entrance as Kazooie herself made herself manifest.


“You know Banjo, if Gruntilda's goal is to turn into the most handsome woman in all the land and Mumbo made a spell to turn people into belly dancers...why doesn't he use it on her?” Kazooie asked, actually making a good point as it made Banjo stop in his tracks to consider it. “I mean, why kidnap Tootie if with the help of Mumbo it would just make things easier for everybody? It makes no sense.”


“I guess it would make our quest kind of silly, uh?” Banjo replied as he looked at the portal and pondered deeper into the question. “And it's even stranger that an extra Jiggy and a Mumbo's hut just appeared out of nowhere.”


“It really sounds like some guy just went on to create all of this for weird reasons, without really thinking about continuity or the logic of this world,” Kazooie continued, looking at Banjo as her head was out of the backpack. “If I were them, I'd just stop there before this becomes even more-”


The end.