Kristi's car pulled into Stokerville. She and Joelle asked around for Morgana. They finally found a very pale girl named Liesel who told them to look on 616 Grimm Street. The two women hurried to the address and found a shop with a sign declaring it to be Morgana's Services for the Strange. Inside was a maze of shelves and tables overflowing with magical-looking bric-a-brac. A beautiful raven-haired woman who appeared to be in her early forties watched Kristi and Joelle from the counter while an African-American teenager and a younger version of the counter lady tried desperately to organize the chaotic shelves as best they could.
"Hello," said the raven-haired woman. "Welcome to Morgana's Services for the Strange. I am Morgana. How may I help you?"
Kristi pulled the fox-skin belt out of her backpack. "My name's Kristi Wenzel, and this is my girlfriend Joelle Bowman. I'm know online by the handle jellyvixen698. You see, I'm a camgirl. I cater to the gainer fetish, so I really need to get my potbelly back."
"I take it you lost it through magic?" Morgana asked.
"You can say that again!" said Kristi. "I found this belt in my grandma's attic while collecting an inheritance. I put it on, and I turned into... THIS!" Kristi willed herself to shift into her vixen form. She felt her clothes tighten a bit as her muscles firmed up a bit and her boobs and but ass expanded to give Kristi the perfect hourglass figure. "By the time I finished, my fat belly was gone and I had this taut tummy in its place! I saw a tag telling me the belt came from here. What's going on, Morgana?"
"What's going on is that you're a werevixen now," said Morgana. "It's like a werewolf, but with a fox instead of a wolf. They're generally considered the most sexually desirable of the werebeast breeds, though the werehyena appeals to certain exotic tastes."
"Oh, come on!" said Joelle. "There's no such thing as werewolves!"
Kristi turned to face her girlfriend. "Joelle, I'm literally an anthro fox right now. Can you really play the 'that's all just pretend' card?"
Joelle blushed. "Oh. I guess not."
"Werebeasts are quite real," said Morgana. "A werewolf pack lives on the edge of town, and a werefox skulk's passing through. Also, a werehyena pack's in the process of forming. As for the belt, I believe I remember selling it in 1984 to a woman who looked quite a bit like you. I assume that was your grandmother. A belt such as this is used to become a werebeast. In fact, could you sell that belt to me? I have a client looking to be a werevixen who really can't wait for the more time-consuming alternative methods to work. I think fifty dollars would be a fair price."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," said Kristi. "But how to I get my fat, jiggly belly back?"
"It just so happens that I have a customer already with this exact same problem," said Morgana. "Are you in any position to travel to Japan, Kristi?"
"Sure," said Kristi. "I've got a pretty good nest egg from all the streaming I've done."
"Good," said Morgana. "The student exchange program I'm about to set up won't be of much use to you if you're not a student, after all."
"Student exchange program?" asked Kristi.
"My plan is to send you and the other girl to Kyoto, Japan to study the art of sumo under a wise old kappa named Kyūri. Your problem is the heightened metabolism of werebeasts. Conventional food is poorly suited to putting lasting fat reserves on you, but Kyūri Sensei makes an enchanted chankonabe stew that can withstand even a werebeast's metabolism. And who knows? Sumo might be your true calling."
Kristi smiled brightly. "Sounds good, Morgana."
"I'll tell Kyūri Sensei to expect you," said Morgana. "And thank you for the belt. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to work setting up that student exchange program. Bye."
Kristi and Joelle waved goodbye as they left the shop. "Bye, Morgana! Thanks for everything!"