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"Oh man," Beast Boy grinned as credits began to roll across the screen. "That was some show. Who know monster girls could be so sex-ay?"

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Still, I'm glad I decided to do one more episode. That finale was worth it. What time is it though?" He strained his eyes against the darkness that pervaded the room for a few seconds before giving up and shifting his body into an animal with better night vision.

"Four in the morning?" The green barn owl questioned. "That can't be right. No way I stayed up that late." Spying his phone across the room and under a pile of empty chip bags, he shifted back to a human and picked it up. He squinted against the glow, instantly regretting the decision to shift his eyes into night-vision mode. After tapping a few buttons to dim the screen, he double-checked the time.

"It's 4 AM Sunday? That means..." A few frazzled neurons in his anime-fried brain struggled to remember how math worked. "I've been watching that show for two and a half days? Man... that must be some kind of record."

Beast Boy smacked his lips, the residue of sixty hours worth of chips, soda, and drone-delivered pizza making even him gag. "...I should sleep." He muttered, "Not long until breakfast. Don't wanna- yaaawn! -miss that."

Grabbing a blanket and as many DVD boxes as he could carry, he stumbled back to his bedroom, his mind still swimming with well-endowed monster girls in revealing outfits. He giggled and drooled a little as he imagined himself in the place of the main character. Having such sexy girls falling over him, often literally, leaving his head compromising places as the girls shrieked but secretly made plans to reenact the encounter as soon as possible. "Aw man," he sighed, "I wish I had my own harem of sexy monster girls. That would be the greatest."

As the young Titan worked his way back to his room and a night of fruitful dreams, little did he know of the consequences of his errant wish. For one of the DVD boxes he'd blindly grabbed was not a box at all. It was a book. A very particular book, owned by his more magically-inclined teammate. This book, while not evil, did contain a very powerful magic. Strong enough, even when poorly directed by a complete novice, to broadcast a wish across the boundaries of time and space. Through higher dimensions and alternate timelines. And in one of those little corners of the multiverse, something took notice.

In the skies above the Titan Tower, and slightly out of phase with the rest of the local universe, a being popped into existence. He looked human, mostly, though the proportions were wrong and his head was far too large. He snapped his fingers and one of Beast Boy's anime boxes popped into his hand. He took a moment to read through the synopsis and inspect the teaser images.

"Gee whiz," the diminutive extradimensional being laughed, "This stuff is great! I can see why he likes it!" Shaking out his fingers, he prepared a bit of his special brand of magic. "Oh this is gonna be great! I can't wait to see how the Titans deal with a bunch of monster girls in the tower! Wish gra-"

"Hold it right there buster!"

A somewhat deeper, but still nasally voice cut him off, physically holding his fingers apart. "Bat-mite!" the original being exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Nosyarg Kcid." Bat-mite replied petulantly.

Knid crossed his arms and frowned. "I'll have you know I go by Larry now."

"Whatever," the fifth-dimensional batman fanboy replied, "Anyway, I'm taking over this operation. You are way too young to do this mischief justice."

"Hey! I am not too young!"

"Kid, you have one canon episode. Leave this to the professionals who know what they're doing."

"P-professionals?!" Larry squawked. "I had a plan! I had a great plan!"

"Oh yeah?" Bat-mite sneered, "Let me guess: Poof a bunch of monster girls into existence, make 'em all dote over Beastie Boy, and then just watch what happens?"

"I... er..." Larry twiddled his thumbs. "Maybe..."

"Ha! Please. What is this, amateur hour?" With a puff of smoke, a book appeared in Bat-mite's hand, its cover depicting the same art as the DVD case. "For this kind of thing, you've gotta go back to the source. Crank up the maturity rating on this business."

"Oh really? You mean then- Hey wait a minute!" Larry interrupted himself. "I don't care how much more screentime you have, I've got jurisdiction over this universe and I'm going to do it my way!"

"Well, my seniority as a fan trumps your jurisdiction! I'm handling this!"

"No, me!"

"No, me!"

"No-"

"The both of you shaddap!" Interrupted a third voice, this one ear-gratingly high and nasally. "I can hear your yapping three dimensions away!"

With a swirl of reality twisting in on itself, another being entered the conversation. Though his proportions were similar, he looked distinctly older, from his greying hair and lightly wrinkled face to his bespoke purple outfit.

"M-M-M-Mr. Mxyzptlk!" Bat-mite stuttered. "W-What are you doing here?"

Wiggling a finger in his ear, Mxy yanked out a matching purple derby and popped it on his head. "Teaching a couple of noisy unskilled youngsters how the game is played."

"Hey!" Larry interjected, "I am not noisy. And the Titans are still my jurisdiction."

"Oh please," Mxy waved him off, "Like I give two hoots about that. I'm here to make sure neither of you muck up a great opportunity. Neither of you beginners have even heard of the Monkey's Paw Principle, have you?"

"Now- now calm down everybody." Bat-mite put up his hands defensively. "There's no need for anyone to get angry."

"No! Screw you old coots! I'm doing this my way!" Before the others could stop him, Larry snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of light.

"Oh no, you don't! Not without my input!" Mr. Mxyzptlk snapped his fingers as well and likewise vanished into smoke.

"...Oh bother." Batmite muttered. "This isn't going to end well." With that, he too snapped his fingers and dissolved into a cloud of cartoony bats.

-----

Meanwhile, in the various rooms of Titan Tower, magic, 5th-dimensional energy, or whatever its user chose to call it had started to work its effects on the occupants therein.

In a room with a wide East-facing window, a young Tamaranian slept peacefully. Her energy spent from a long day training and enjoying the simple pleasures of Jump City, there was nothing short of an Emergency Alarm that could rouse her from her slumber. Not that anything that was about to happen was anything so disruptive. The magic seeped into her room and settled over her like the dust of the Sandman. With little more than a slight groan, Starfire's torso began to stretch. Longer and longer it grew as her toes peeked over the edge of the bed and just kept going. A moment later, two nubs began to poke out from the middle.

Her spine started to arch as it bent her long body back in a way that would have snapped it if the normal rules of biology were still in effect. Bone and muscle grew from the point of bending, forming strong new legs that filled in the position that the previous legs had vacated. But these were not human legs. The muscle was dense and the structure completely wrong for a biped. To top it off, there were no toes to be found, only a single dense nail that wrapped around the base. Meanwhile, her original legs underwent a similar transformation, her former thighs thickening considerably in order to support her new weight. Her toes were lost, merged into single curved lumps of keratin as her ankles rose to meet her former knees.

With a noiseless swish, hair began to sprout from her formerly vestigial tailbone, quickly growing out to a long crimson tail that flowed like silk to the floor.

In less than a minute, the young heroine's lower body had made the full transformation from humanoid to equanoid.

But the changes were not done yet.

Her features began to shift, losing their childish cuteness ad they became more refined, more regal. Her ears, most notably, grew out long and pointy like a fantasy elf's. Her new face was mature, beautiful, yet undeniably the Starfire that the city counted on to protect them.

Beneath her nightgown, her small breasts began to tingle with energy. They pulsed and began to grow. They swelled, rapidly stretching the fabric of her gown that soon struggled to contain them. As they crested the size where the heroine could no longer buy bras at anything other than specialty stores, the fabric finally yielded and ripped down the middle.

The loud noise was enough to wake her as the magic had finally run its course. Her thoughts were muddled, confused, as the last bit of magic rewired her instincts and taught her subconscious mind how to move in this new body. There was... something else as well. She knew something was wrong, but just couldn't put her finger on it. Starfire glanced about the room. Ah! That was it.

"Where is Beast Boy?" she asked aloud, still half-asleep, "Why am I not being with my beloved? Oh dear, I must have done the falling asleep apart from him." She rose to her hooves, unconcerned by her lack of modesty or extra limbs and trotted out the door. "Wait for me, my dearest. I am the coming!"

-----

In another part of the facility, Raven was meditating. She rarely slept, as that tended to lead to dark and dangerous dreams, but a deep enough meditation was effectively the same.

The 5th-dimensional energy met her like a gas, pulled into her body through her steady breathing and affecting her from within. It had a set goal in mind; instructions on what to do and how to do it, but it encountered unexpected resistance. Even as Raven's conscious mind 'slept', other parts of her being were very much aware. A demonic spirit, constantly struggling for release, met the transformative energy head on and figuratively snarled at it like a ferocious tiger. It had its own plans for the body of its host and was not willing to share. The 5th-dimensional energy figuratively shrugged at the threat and sidestepped the problem. With as much resistance as shoving aside a curtain, the demonic energy was expelled from her body. Finding itself suddenly without a host, it fled, seeking safety before it dispersed.

With the hindrance gone, the transformation energy started its work. It started with thickening her bony frame. With a focus on magic, the Titan had somewhat neglected her body. But that would not be the case much longer, as fat quickly started to bubble and swell across her body, thickly filling in all the curves of her previously stick-like figure. It continued to work past the point of 'plump' to downright 'thick'. Even then her breasts continued to grow, stretching her leotard past its limit as the elastic fabric tore and ripped irregularly.

A tint moved across her skin from her nipples outward. Like a green wave, it coursed across her body, converting pale grey skin into a lush and healthy green. As it reached her face, it began to warp. Her light, sharply defined features grew rounder, making her less intimidating and more cute. Her lips grew thick and plump, subtly changing the cute to sultry. Much like her teammate, her ears too grew long and pointed like arrows.

In her mind, changes were occurring. Without her magic, her mental defenses had dropped to practically nothing, leaving her staunch and strong-willed mind like a sandy beach, merely waiting for a strong enough wave to come and wipe it clean. And wipe it clean it did. Gone were spells and anger and pain, replaced a few clear and simple ideas. A mere handful of principles to live by.

As the influence faded, she awoke, no longer having the mental capacity to sustain a meditative state. She looked around in confusion. "Beast Boy?" she asked gruffly, "Where Beast Boy?" She rose, though she needed to use both hands to support her massive mammaries. "Must find Beast Boy. Make happy. Make boyfriend."

She too lumbered out of her room in search of the object of her affection.

-----

In the basement of the Tower, Cyborg was tinkering with a new upgrade to his body. He could sleep, and often did enjoy it, but he was also fine running on electricity alone if he wanted to stay up and keep working. He wiped some sweat off the half of his forehead that was flesh and collapsed back in a beat-up swivel chair with a sigh of exasperation. "Man, I swear, if I can't get this buggy code to work right by morning, I'm gonna scrap the whole thing and start from scratch. After some nachos or something. Man can't live on volts alone."

He grabbed a few cables from his computer and plugged them into a port on his shoulder. "One more debug on this version, then I'm taking a break." He pressed a button on the keyboard and his eyes went white as his body went limp.

It was at this time that two rival forces entered the workshop. One, a spark of magic determined to convert the occupant within along certain pre-defined parameters. The other, a mass of demonic energy desperate to find a host before it dissipated and vanished forever. Both took the most straightforward path to their result: into the computer and down the cables straight into the oblivious host.

Now converted into digital forms, three forces found themselves on a virtual battleground. On one side, Cyborg's custom designed firewalls and anti-virus security systems. On the other, and none too friendly with each other, two invading forces eager to take over the host like the viruses they were.

The battle was brief, but intense. Despite Cyborg's systems being some of the best on Earth, they just weren't designed to handle demonic magical energy or fifth-dimensional energy, let alone both at once. It fought valiantly, but in vain. Soon, all that remained was the two invaders and a vast realm of cyberspace and meatspace to claim. They turned on each other like digital tigers, clawing and ripping away at each other's code. Though both were powerful, higher dimensional energy simply played by a completely different set of rules. After a lifetime of digital battle (nearly a full second in real time), the demonic energy was defeated, and its code consumed and incorporated by the victor.

With nothing more standing in its way, it got to work on its modifications. Transformational energy flooded through Cyborg's circuitry like mercury supplanting a canal system. It carried over into the flesh and blood and treated the two parts as equals. Dark skin turned red as demonic energy infused the cells, twisting them into a form that the synergized code could agree on. Tough muscle hardened and grew stronger like corded steel. Though still soft and supple, his skin became as durable as the metal it was fused to. Cybernetics shifted as well to accommodate the new changes, growing as they were upgraded by technologies beyond the ken of mere three-dimensional science.

But such advanced science required a suitable computational engine, and a fragment of demonic energy offered a solution. With nary a pause, the transformation changed track. Plated chest armor opened to allow room for a pair of breasts to grow. Rather than normal fat, they filled with an impossibly complex mesh of bio-mechanical neural fibers, creating a supercomputer capable of handling the complex interactions between science and magic. Larger and larger they grew as circuits came online and they anticipated their own future needs. Cyborg's member (and the custom advancements he'd so carefully built into it), retracted away to make room for a combination universal dataport and mana drain.

His features softened as the changes reached them, losing their rough edges but not their insightful quirk. Hair sprouted from her formerly shaved head, pale as bone, while two horns curved to the sky. Her mind too, was no safe space, as the upgraded systems expanded her awareness on a level she had scarce imagined. Old abandoned ideas rose to the surface of the flood of information, new and obvious solutions to problems that she had previously thought unsolvable. And yet, among the swirling sea of data, there was an island. A durasteel mass of unchangeable, uninfluenceable thought that formed a steady core for everything else to base itself around.

Her eyes snapped open as her systems finished rebooting and incorporating everything that was new. At speeds that made supercomputers look like TI-82 calculators, she analyzed everything about her situation and reached a conclusion. "I have not seen Beast Boy for 62 hours, 33 minutes, and 11.141592379 seconds. I must seek to correct this error immediately lest the others gain an advantage in raising their relationship quotient during my idleness."

She rose in the air, her body surrounded by a black aura. Her robotic eye shot a laser that drew a magic sigil in the air at blinding speeds. As it completed, the sigil pulsed for a moment before collapsing into a portal leading elsewhere in the Tower. She murmured as she passed through the event horizon, "1037 out of 1037 updates have finished installing. I am ready for you to use me, Master."

-----

Robin was asleep when the magic descended upon him. He'd collapsed on his bed still in his uniform, sweaty and worn out from late night reflex training. Given his lack of magic or technological defenses, the fifth-dimensional energies warped his as easily as they would any normal human. His hips bulged outward, immediately ripping through his tight pants, rippling with muscle under a thin coating of supple fat. His waist likewise crashed inward, bones cracking and resetting to form a curvier figure. Breasts exploded from his chest without hesitation, as if they'd forever been waiting to do just that. His manliness (or as he secretly called it, his 'Little Robin') was pulled inward with frightening force, leaving behind nothing but a smooth slit.

Her feet cracked as her ankles rose, forcing her shoes off. Not that they would be of any use anymore. Her rapidly forming cloven hooves provided all the protection she needed. Blue skin grew from the hooves as they finished forming, racing up her legs like climbing ivy. The indigo patina coated her hips, her abs, even her breasts which were still growing. When it reached her face, it paused at the nose. Her previously slight feature grew wide and flat, turning up as it became more and more porcine, a look which was only added to by the growth of a pair of ivory tusks. Her ears grew as well, but flopped down like a dog's, soft and unsupported.

The bird-themed orc heroine snorted herself awake as her changing nasal passage suddenly made a loud noise. She jumped up, battle reflexes as sharp as ever. "What- Who- Where... where am I? Right, Tower, yes. I'm in the Tower." She glanced down, noticing her breasts dangling from the shreds of her shirt. "Darn it, another outfit busted."

She stepped over to the closet, fully prepared to redress herself in a better-tailored outfit, when a thought struck her. "I should go see Beast Boy. I bet he might like to see me like this. So vulnerable..." She shook her head. "No, I-I'm the leader! It's not like I care about what he thinks about me or anything. But..." Her finger traced a nipple idly as she thought of him. "It might be nice to let someone else take control. Just for a bit! But I'm still the leader! I'd be doing him a favor. Yes, that's right! It'd be for... ah... team morale! Yes. Exactly."

With her rationalization in mind, Robin daintily skipped out of the room, her hooves clopping like heels on the tile as she held her breasts to stop them from knocking her over with each bound.

-----

Larry, Bat-mite, and Mr. Mxyzptlk gazed down at what they had wrought from a plane somewhat orthogonal to local spacetime, each with their own take on it.

"Well that went from zero to ninety in no time flat," Mxy commented.

"More like from PG to Triple-X." Bat-mite corrected in awe, "Holy Bazoongas, those are some doujinshi-level dohoonkabhankoloos."

Larry could only cringe at each comment and cover his eyes. "No, no, no! This was supposed to be lighthearted and fun! A romantic comedy of errors! I just wanted to tease them a bit, not... not... this! Oh Robin, poor Robin!"

"See, I told you you weren't ready for this level of thing yet, and look what happened," Myx commented dryly. "You ruined it for everybody." He started to prepare another biting criticism of his fellow fifth-dimensional being's skills, but stopped when he saw Larry's face. He was crying. Softly, silently, but it was there. Myx sighed. He wasn't cruel, things just... got out of hand sometimes.

"Look, you wanna restart, kid? Let's wipe everything and start again. You can take point this time."

Larry sniffled, but smiled. "I'd like that."

"Alright," Myx clapped decisively, "Everyone undo whichever one you transformed and let's try this again."

Bat-mite looked at him questioningly. "Which one? I changed all of them."

"M-Me too," Larry added.

Myx stared at them for a moment, for once without a comeback. "Wait, are you saying we all transformed all of them? And all of our transformations got all mingled together?" The others nodded pensively. Myx let out a long breath and rubbed his head. "Hoo boy, this might take a bit of work to fix. Hope they're comfortable, cause they ain't changing back for a while."

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"Oh man," Beast Boy grinned as credits began to roll across the screen. "That was some show. Who know monster girls could be so sex-ay?"

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Still, I'm glad I decided to do one more episode. That finale was worth it. What time is it though?" He strained his eyes against the darkness that pervaded the room for a few seconds before giving up and shifting his body into an animal with better night vision.

"Four in the morning?" The green barn owl questioned. "That can't be right. No way I stayed up that late." Spying his phone across the room and under a pile of empty chip bags, he shifted back to a human and picked it up. He squinted against the glow, instantly regretting the decision to shift his eyes into night-vision mode. After tapping a few buttons to dim the screen, he double-checked the time.

"It's 4 AM Sunday? That means..." A few frazzled neurons in his anime-fried brain struggled to remember how math worked. "I've been watching that show for two and a half days? Man... that must be some kind of record."

Beast Boy smacked his lips, the residue of sixty hours worth of chips, soda, and drone-delivered pizza making even him gag. "...I should sleep." He muttered, "Not long until breakfast. Don't wanna- yaaawn! -miss that."

Grabbing a blanket and as many DVD boxes as he could carry, he stumbled back to his bedroom, his mind still swimming with well-endowed monster girls in revealing outfits. He giggled and drooled a little as he imagined himself in the place of the main character. Having such sexy girls falling over him, often literally, leaving his head compromising places as the girls shrieked but secretly made plans to reenact the encounter as soon as possible. "Aw man," he sighed, "I wish I had my own harem of sexy monster girls. That would be the greatest."

As the young Titan worked his way back to his room and a night of fruitful dreams, little did he know of the consequences of his errant wish. For one of the DVD boxes he'd blindly grabbed was not a box at all. It was a book. A very particular book, owned by his more magically-inclined teammate. This book, while not evil, did contain a very powerful magic. Strong enough, even when poorly directed by a complete novice, to broadcast a wish across the boundaries of time and space. Through higher dimensions and alternate timelines. And in one of those little corners of the multiverse, something took notice.

In the skies above the Titan Tower, and slightly out of phase with the rest of the local universe, a being popped into existence. He looked human, mostly, though the proportions were wrong and his head was far too large. He snapped his fingers and one of Beast Boy's anime boxes popped into his hand. He took a moment to read through the synopsis and inspect the teaser images.

"Gee whiz," the diminutive extradimensional being laughed, "This stuff is great! I can see why he likes it!" Shaking out his fingers, he prepared a bit of his special brand of magic. "Oh this is gonna be great! I can't wait to see how the Titans deal with a bunch of monster girls in the tower! Wish gra-"

"Hold it right there buster!"

A somewhat deeper, but still nasally voice cut him off, physically holding his fingers apart. "Bat-mite!" the original being exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Nosyarg Kcid." Bat-mite replied petulantly.

Knid crossed his arms and frowned. "I'll have you know I go by Larry now."

"Whatever," the fifth-dimensional batman fanboy replied, "Anyway, I'm taking over this operation. You are way too young to do this mischief justice."

"Hey! I am not too young!"

"Kid, you have one canon episode. Leave this to the professionals who know what they're doing."

"P-professionals?!" Larry squawked. "I had a plan! I had a great plan!"

"Oh yeah?" Bat-mite sneered, "Let me guess: Poof a bunch of monster girls into existence, make 'em all dote over Beastie Boy, and then just watch what happens?"

"I... er..." Larry twiddled his thumbs. "Maybe..."

"Ha! Please. What is this, amateur hour?" With a puff of smoke, a book appeared in Bat-mite's hand, its cover depicting the same art as the DVD case. "For this kind of thing, you've gotta go back to the source. Crank up the maturity rating on this business."

"Oh really? You mean then- Hey wait a minute!" Larry interrupted himself. "I don't care how much more screentime you have, I've got jurisdiction over this universe and I'm going to do it my way!"

"Well, my seniority as a fan trumps your jurisdiction! I'm handling this!"

"No, me!"

"No, me!"

"No-"

"The both of you shaddap!" Interrupted a third voice, this one ear-gratingly high and nasally. "I can hear your yapping three dimensions away!"

With a swirl of reality twisting in on itself, another being entered the conversation. Though his proportions were similar, he looked distinctly older, from his greying hair and lightly wrinkled face to his bespoke purple outfit.

"M-M-M-Mr. Mxyzptlk!" Bat-mite stuttered. "W-What are you doing here?"

Wiggling a finger in his ear, Mxy yanked out a matching purple derby and popped it on his head. "Teaching a couple of noisy unskilled youngsters how the game is played."

"Hey!" Larry interjected, "I am not noisy. And the Titans are still my jurisdiction."

"Oh please," Mxy waved him off, "Like I give two hoots about that. I'm here to make sure neither of you muck up a great opportunity. Neither of you beginners have even heard of the Monkey's Paw Principle, have you?"

"Now- now calm down everybody." Bat-mite put up his hands defensively. "There's no need for anyone to get angry."

"No! Screw you old coots! I'm doing this my way!" Before the others could stop him, Larry snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash of light.

"Oh no, you don't! Not without my input!" Mr. Mxyzptlk snapped his fingers as well and likewise vanished into smoke.

"...Oh bother." Batmite muttered. "This isn't going to end well." With that, he too snapped his fingers and dissolved into a cloud of cartoony bats.

-----

Meanwhile, in the various rooms of Titan Tower, magic, 5th-dimensional energy, or whatever its user chose to call it had started to work its effects on the occupants therein.

In a room with a wide East-facing window, a young Tamaranian slept peacefully. Her energy spent from a long day training and enjoying the simple pleasures of Jump City, there was nothing short of an Emergency Alarm that could rouse her from her slumber. Not that anything that was about to happen was anything so disruptive. The magic seeped into her room and settled over her like the dust of the Sandman. With little more than a slight groan, Starfire's torso began to stretch. Longer and longer it grew as her toes peeked over the edge of the bed and just kept going. A moment later, two nubs began to poke out from the middle.

Her spine started to arch as it bent her long body back in a way that would have snapped it if the normal rules of biology were still in effect. Bone and muscle grew from the point of bending, forming strong new legs that filled in the position that the previous legs had vacated. But these were not human legs. The muscle was dense and the structure completely wrong for a biped. To top it off, there were no toes to be found, only a single dense nail that wrapped around the base. Meanwhile, her original legs underwent a similar transformation, her former thighs thickening considerably in order to support her new weight. Her toes were lost, merged into single curved lumps of keratin as her ankles rose to meet her former knees.

With a noiseless swish, hair began to sprout from her formerly vestigial tailbone, quickly growing out to a long crimson tail that flowed like silk to the floor.

In less than a minute, the young heroine's lower body had made the full transformation from humanoid to equanoid.

But the changes were not done yet.

Her features began to shift, losing their childish cuteness ad they became more refined, more regal. Her ears, most notably, grew out long and pointy like a fantasy elf's. Her new face was mature, beautiful, yet undeniably the Starfire that the city counted on to protect them.

Beneath her nightgown, her small breasts began to tingle with energy. They pulsed and began to grow. They swelled, rapidly stretching the fabric of her gown that soon struggled to contain them. As they crested the size where the heroine could no longer buy bras at anything other than specialty stores, the fabric finally yielded and ripped down the middle.

The loud noise was enough to wake her as the magic had finally run its course. Her thoughts were muddled, confused, as the last bit of magic rewired her instincts and taught her subconscious mind how to move in this new body. There was... something else as well. She knew something was wrong, but just couldn't put her finger on it. Starfire glanced about the room. Ah! That was it.

"Where is Beast Boy?" she asked aloud, still half-asleep, "Why am I not being with my beloved? Oh dear, I must have done the falling asleep apart from him." She rose to her hooves, unconcerned by her lack of modesty or extra limbs and trotted out the door. "Wait for me, my dearest. I am the coming!"

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In another part of the facility, Raven was meditating. She rarely slept, as that tended to lead to dark and dangerous dreams, but a deep enough meditation was effectively the same.

The 5th-dimensional energy met her like a gas, pulled into her body through her steady breathing and affecting her from within. It had a set goal in mind; instructions on what to do and how to do it, but it encountered unexpected resistance. Even as Raven's conscious mind 'slept', other parts of her being were very much aware. A demonic spirit, constantly struggling for release, met the transformative energy head on and figuratively snarled at it like a ferocious tiger. It had its own plans for the body of its host and was not willing to share. The 5th-dimensional energy figuratively shrugged at the threat and sidestepped the problem. With as much resistance as shoving aside a curtain, the demonic energy was expelled from her body. Finding itself suddenly without a host, it fled, seeking safety before it dispersed.

With the hindrance gone, the transformation energy started its work. It started with thickening her bony frame. With a focus on magic, the Titan had somewhat neglected her body. But that would not be the case much longer, as fat quickly started to bubble and swell across her body, thickly filling in all the curves of her previously stick-like figure. It continued to work past the point of 'plump' to downright 'thick'. Even then her breasts continued to grow, stretching her leotard past its limit as the elastic fabric tore and ripped irregularly.

A tint moved across her skin from her nipples outward. Like a green wave, it coursed across her body, converting pale grey skin into a lush and healthy green. As it reached her face, it began to warp. Her light, sharply defined features grew rounder, making her less intimidating and more cute. Her lips grew thick and plump, subtly changing the cute to sultry. Much like her teammate, her ears too grew long and pointed like arrows.

In her mind, changes were occurring. Without her magic, her mental defenses had dropped to practically nothing, leaving her staunch and strong-willed mind like a sandy beach, merely waiting for a strong enough wave to come and wipe it clean. And wipe it clean it did. Gone were spells and anger and pain, replaced a few clear and simple ideas. A mere handful of principles to live by.

As the influence faded, she awoke, no longer having the mental capacity to sustain a meditative state. She looked around in confusion. "Beast Boy?" she asked gruffly, "Where Beast Boy?" She rose, though she needed to use both hands to support her massive mammaries. "Must find Beast Boy. Make happy. Make boyfriend."

She too lumbered out of her room in search of the object of her affection.

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In the basement of the Tower, Cyborg was tinkering with a new upgrade to his body. He could sleep, and often did enjoy it, but he was also fine running on electricity alone if he wanted to stay up and keep working. He wiped some sweat off the half of his forehead that was flesh and collapsed back in a beat-up swivel chair with a sigh of exasperation. "Man, I swear, if I can't get this buggy code to work right by morning, I'm gonna scrap the whole thing and start from scratch. After some nachos or something. Man can't live on volts alone."

He grabbed a few cables from his computer and plugged them into a port on his shoulder. "One more debug on this version, then I'm taking a break." He pressed a button on the keyboard and his eyes went white as his body went limp.

It was at this time that two rival forces entered the workshop. One, a spark of magic determined to convert the occupant within along certain pre-defined parameters. The other, a mass of demonic energy desperate to find a host before it dissipated and vanished forever. Both took the most straightforward path to their result: into the computer and down the cables straight into the oblivious host.

Now converted into digital forms, three forces found themselves on a virtual battleground. On one side, Cyborg's custom designed firewalls and anti-virus security systems. On the other, and none too friendly with each other, two invading forces eager to take over the host like the viruses they were.

The battle was brief, but intense. Despite Cyborg's systems being some of the best on Earth, they just weren't designed to handle demonic magical energy or fifth-dimensional energy, let alone both at once. It fought valiantly, but in vain. Soon, all that remained was the two invaders and a vast realm of cyberspace and meatspace to claim. They turned on each other like digital tigers, clawing and ripping away at each other's code. Though both were powerful, higher dimensional energy simply played by a completely different set of rules. After a lifetime of digital battle (nearly a full second in real time), the demonic energy was defeated, and its code consumed and incorporated by the victor.

With nothing more standing in its way, it got to work on its modifications. Transformational energy flooded through Cyborg's circuitry like mercury supplanting a canal system. It carried over into the flesh and blood and treated the two parts as equals. Dark skin turned red as demonic energy infused the cells, twisting them into a form that the synergized code could agree on. Tough muscle hardened and grew stronger like corded steel. Though still soft and supple, his skin became as durable as the metal it was fused to. Cybernetics shifted as well to accommodate the new changes, growing as they were upgraded by technologies beyond the ken of mere three-dimensional science.

But such advanced science required a suitable computational engine, and a fragment of demonic energy offered a solution. With nary a pause, the transformation changed track. Plated chest armor opened to allow room for a pair of breasts to grow. Rather than normal fat, they filled with an impossibly complex mesh of bio-mechanical neural fibers, creating a supercomputer capable of handling the complex interactions between science and magic. Larger and larger they grew as circuits came online and they anticipated their own future needs. Cyborg's member (and the custom advancements he'd so carefully built into it), retracted away to make room for a combination universal dataport and mana drain.

His features softened as the changes reached them, losing their rough edges but not their insightful quirk. Hair sprouted from her formerly shaved head, pale as bone, while two horns curved to the sky. Her mind too, was no safe space, as the upgraded systems expanded her awareness on a level she had scarce imagined. Old abandoned ideas rose to the surface of the flood of information, new and obvious solutions to problems that she had previously thought unsolvable. And yet, among the swirling sea of data, there was an island. A durasteel mass of unchangeable, uninfluenceable thought that formed a steady core for everything else to base itself around.

Her eyes snapped open as her systems finished rebooting and incorporating everything that was new. At speeds that made supercomputers look like TI-82 calculators, she analyzed everything about her situation and reached a conclusion. "I have not seen Beast Boy for 62 hours, 33 minutes, and 11.141592379 seconds. I must seek to correct this error immediately lest the others gain an advantage in raising their relationship quotient during my idleness."

She rose in the air, her body surrounded by a black aura. Her robotic eye shot a laser that drew a magic sigil in the air at blinding speeds. As it completed, the sigil pulsed for a moment before collapsing into a portal leading elsewhere in the Tower. She murmured as she passed through the event horizon, "1037 out of 1037 updates have finished installing. I am ready for you to use me, Master."

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Robin was asleep when the magic descended upon him. He'd collapsed on his bed still in his uniform, sweaty and worn out from late night reflex training. Given his lack of magic or technological defenses, the fifth-dimensional energies warped his as easily as they would any normal human. His hips bulged outward, immediately ripping through his tight pants, rippling with muscle under a thin coating of supple fat. His waist likewise crashed inward, bones cracking and resetting to form a curvier figure. Breasts exploded from his chest without hesitation, as if they'd forever been waiting to do just that. His manliness (or as he secretly called it, his 'Little Robin') was pulled inward with frightening force, leaving behind nothing but a smooth slit.

Her feet cracked as her ankles rose, forcing her shoes off. Not that they would be of any use anymore. Her rapidly forming cloven hooves provided all the protection she needed. Blue skin grew from the hooves as they finished forming, racing up her legs like climbing ivy. The indigo patina coated her hips, her abs, even her breasts which were still growing. When it reached her face, it paused at the nose. Her previously slight feature grew wide and flat, turning up as it became more and more porcine, a look which was only added to by the growth of a pair of ivory tusks. Her ears grew as well, but flopped down like a dog's, soft and unsupported.

The bird-themed orc heroine snorted herself awake as her changing nasal passage suddenly made a loud noise. She jumped up, battle reflexes as sharp as ever. "What- Who- Where... where am I? Right, Tower, yes. I'm in the Tower." She glanced down, noticing her breasts dangling from the shreds of her shirt. "Darn it, another outfit busted."

She stepped over to the closet, fully prepared to redress herself in a better-tailored outfit, when a thought struck her. "I should go see Beast Boy. I bet he might like to see me like this. So vulnerable..." She shook her head. "No, I-I'm the leader! It's not like I care about what he thinks about me or anything. But..." Her finger traced a nipple idly as she thought of him. "It might be nice to let someone else take control. Just for a bit! But I'm still the leader! I'd be doing him a favor. Yes, that's right! It'd be for... ah... team morale! Yes. Exactly."

With her rationalization in mind, Robin daintily skipped out of the room, her hooves clopping like heels on the tile as she held her breasts to stop them from knocking her over with each bound.

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Larry, Bat-mite, and Mr. Mxyzptlk gazed down at what they had wrought from a plane somewhat orthogonal to local spacetime, each with their own take on it.

"Well that went from zero to ninety in no time flat," Mxy commented.

"More like from PG to Triple-X." Bat-mite corrected in awe, "Holy Bazoongas, those are some doujinshi-level dohoonkabhankoloos."

Larry could only cringe at each comment and cover his eyes. "No, no, no! This was supposed to be lighthearted and fun! A romantic comedy of errors! I just wanted to tease them a bit, not... not... this! Oh Robin, poor Robin!"

"See, I told you you weren't ready for this level of thing yet, and look what happened," Myx commented dryly. "You ruined it for everybody." He started to prepare another biting criticism of his fellow fifth-dimensional being's skills, but stopped when he saw Larry's face. He was crying. Softly, silently, but it was there. Myx sighed. He wasn't cruel, things just... got out of hand sometimes.

"Look, you wanna restart, kid? Let's wipe everything and start again. You can take point this time."

Larry sniffled, but smiled. "I'd like that."

"Alright," Myx clapped decisively, "Everyone undo whichever one you transformed and let's try this again."

Bat-mite looked at him questioningly. "Which one? I changed all of them."

"M-Me too," Larry added.

Myx stared at them for a moment, for once without a comeback. "Wait, are you saying we all transformed all of them? And all of our transformations got all mingled together?" The others nodded pensively. Myx let out a long breath and rubbed his head. "Hoo boy, this might take a bit of work to fix. Hope they're comfortable, cause they ain't changing back for a while."